He had been watching her for calendar week. He was n't sure how many, though ; he had stopped counting after workweek seven. How long did n't matter, though. What did issue was that he had decided that tonight was going to be the night.

She was a gorgeous charwoman, with flowing, chestnut-colored hairsbreadth and a slim figure that boasted a sensational set of titty, round and perky, though not very large, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very enceinte, either, but it was grammatical and shook when she walked.

She 'd been teasing him for a very long metre. He watched her through her window whenever she undressed. She never closed the blind or drew the shades while she changed. Even when she wanted some solo time, she left the shades open. It was like she knew he was watching, and was teasing him.

No, taunting might have been a more conquer word.

'' Hey, baby, '' she seemed to say. `` assume a look at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and catch and jack up off ... ''

And he did ; whenever he saw her raw, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to Town on herself with a dildo, he stroked his cock in time with her apparent movement, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy objet d'art of condom or a vibrating composition of plastic. And he would always save himself for her flood tide. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her white meat with her innocent hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he allow himself to cum.

It was n't only when he wanted a release that he watched her. He also watched her, followed her, to get an idea of her schedule. Where she was during the day, what she did at dark, where she went when she was out. All of that time was spent in homework for tonight.

He took a pull of his coffin nail as he watched her through the window. She was getting cook to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring anyone dwelling. When she was, she would put on either a baby blue or ashen crop top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to show off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the somebody she was going out with to find her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilled purple blouse and a dark-coloured mini skirt over pair of Negro legging. This was the case of kit she wore when she was n't expecting to bring anybody home with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty good indicant. This was a `` going out with friends '' outfit.

A few minute of arc later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the house with her pocketbook on her arm. She entered the passenger 's side and the car drove off. Once the taillights were back breaker in the length, he slyly extracted himself from the tree limbs and climbed down to the terra firma again. He looked around and, once he was trusted of himself, pulled down his ski masquerade party and ran across the street. He wore all fateful, so he was difficult to spot as he stayed in the shadower. He ran around to the incline of the menage and used a Ka-bar knife to prise open a window so he could cower inside.

She had no alarm system, and no dogs to raise a fuss. The theatre was dead silent. And it would persist that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her W.C. in the bedchamber when he heard the front door spread. It closed behind her with a detent, and then the audio of her latching the deadbolt. No friendly chatter, no laughter. She was alone.

He heard a sound that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of glassful, and he imagined her pouring a crank of wine to relax and unwind from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the strait of her footsteps coming steadily down the foyer. The clack-clack of dog filled his ears, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a shot in the door, the room illumination flipped on and she appeared adjacent to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside mesa long enough to pull in herself prosperous on the bed and pull out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a spell and he assumed she might take in been reading a book. Every now and then, she took a sip of her wine, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her chest with her free people hand, and he knew what was side by side. He wanted to burst out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was authorize that she was reading some type of porno, because despite her touching herself she never took her eye off the iPad. She began massaging her breasts and started rubbing her legs together. A easygoing moan escaped her lip and she started getting more aggressive with her touches. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her other manus dropped the iPad to her side and began to slither under her skirt.

He heard her kitty squelcher as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her fingers were moving so fast that she was making splashing noises. He could n't see because she remained fully clothed, but the sight caused his anticipation to rise.

Soon, she gave a final examination jerking and, like she always did, squeezed her knocker hard and came. He had n't heard her cum before ; she was rather loud. He liked that. He liked it when they were loud. That 's how he knew he was doing a good job.

Her screams died down as her orgasm faded away, and she pulled her hand from her skirt. She looked at it for a present moment and, realizing it was covered in her char juice, licked it off every digit before finishing her wine glass. She placed the glass back on the table and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another thirty minute of arc before he moved again. He wanted to make sure she had fallen asleep, and her unfluctuating breathing was substantiation of that. Slowly, he opened the loo door so as not to pull in a sound. It did n't skreak when he entered it, but it would be his luck that it make a sound now and alert her to his presence before it was metre. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the light switching and flicked it off ; not a sound from her. Now, he could act.

He pulled the knife from his belted ammunition case and walked over to her bedside. She rolled over in the bed, causing him to freeze out in his rails, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her legs were spread apart and she was still in her heels. He took one hired man and lifted her bird up before running a fingerbreadth across her thighs. He felt a wet smear right where her pussycat was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a quick slice with the knife, cutting a farsighted snatch into the material and exposing a distich of puritanic panty, underneath which was her sopping wet pussy. He moved the step-in aside and stuck his finger inside her, to which her unanimous body shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, pa, '' she moaned in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered spread out and she stared at him in confusion for several foresighted seconds.

When she finally realized what was happening, she screamed and tried to seethe away from him ! She was n't fast enough ; he grabbed her by the shoulder and rolled her back to him !

'' Help ! avail me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each side, and held her in post. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing wild punches at him, but most of them missed or only connected with a glancing blow.

Once she had tired herself out from struggling, he grabbed her arm, pressed the knife to it, and sliced a small cut into her skin. She immediately stopped struggling as blood welled around the cut. He placed his hired hand on her boldness and forced her to look at him.

'' Every meter you call for assistant, that 's a cut. '' he said as calmly as if they were sitting down for a cup of tea. `` That was number one. Two will be the early arm. Three and four will be your wooden leg. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in turn just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your breasts. septet and eight are your wrist joint. '' He pointed the knife at each radiocarpal joint, and then brought it back around and used the tip to cabbage up the bottom of her shirt. She let out a plaint of panic as he traced the tip around her belly button.

'' Number nine will be your stomach, '' he continued. `` And ten ... '' he took the knife and mimed slitting his own throat. She looked on in holy terror as he did so. `` You can cry. You can squall and yell as tawdry as you want. In fact, I want you to holler. You 're going to scream. But you will not call for help. Do you understand ? ``

She nodded as bout streamed down her fount. He smiled at her, and a chill went through her. `` effective, '' he said as he pulled a duration of circle from his pitch blackness lading pants. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. slews of metre. And if it makes you feel any wagerer, I 've never had to go make this a ten. If you 're skillful and you do as I say, we wo n't even accept to go to two. ``

The forget me drug he extracted was a cuff air mile with two poor strand that each ended in loop-the-loop. He slipped the cuff around her wrists and knotted them tightly before taking the two strands and pulling them down so that her hand were between her articulatio genus while the eyelet went around her ankles, which were then tied together.

In the end, it looked something like a reverse hogtie, allowing her ass to be exposed to the air with her aspect down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly ready for her. She was completely incapacitated now, entirely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to terminate him. He liked that idea.

'' start, '' he said, `` I need to admit that I 've made a tiny error in all of this. '' She turned her face to depend at him, mildly puzzled.

'' What mistake is that ? '' She asked through tears.

'' Oh, I forgot to divest you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the cosmos. He took his knife and placed the blade inside the slash he made earlier. She felt the cold steel of the knife against her build and shivered at its touch modality. He then moved the knife rapidly and sliced her legging further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the fabric to strike away. She could experience the tip of the blade, stale and unrelenting, touch her tegument as he cut away her leggings. In a rather twist around twist, the tongue 's touch on her skin sent tingling whizz through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the backside of her leg, but dared not go for awe that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leging were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the eternal sleep of the way off and pulled her chick up over her hip, revealing her ass clad in patrician lacing panty. His ventilation grew leaden as he stared at her lulu, but she could n't turn her brain far enough to see what was happening. She did hear a small series of crack, like the sound you hear when you crack your knuckles.

'' What are you going to do to me ? '' she asked, still somewhat tearful.

He said cypher, but she soon felt his hand grasp her buttock and give a good squeeze. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both concern and arousal, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his handwriting away.

Suddenly, she felt his manus slap her buttock, leaving a stick mark that she felt all through her scurvy part. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking scathe ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the same spotlight, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every clock time his deal met the cutis of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop consonant. It was like watching someone excite a plate of Jell-O ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red brand he was leaving were in the exact shape of his hand. She would carry this mark for at least a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you know why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through split, punctuating the condemnation by a garish nip on the other backside cheek. When the solitary response he got was a suffocate, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for weeks now, from that tree across the street. Get high enough and you can see everything. '' He pointed out the window, which she could barely see, and at the tree diagram he had crawled down from earlier.

'' Yes, I 've seen everything. I watch you undress ... '' He smacked her ass again ; she continued to cry silently, though there was the occasional snuffle. `` I watch you fuck yourself. '' Another savor, this one a bit more centered near her pussy, which caused her to gasp so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by other men ! '' He spanked her again, this time throwing in a little animosity behind it. It hit her dead-center on her cunt, and she let out an nonvoluntary squeal of pleasure.

He noticed. He stopped momentarily, confused by what he had just heard. Then, as it dawned on him, a large grin crossed his facial expression. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her face and knelt down to look into her center. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her mouth were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her whole body was shaking.

'' response me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her forefront. `` awry response, '' he said, and laid a hand across her cheek.

She gasped loudly and cried out, `` Please ! Stop ! ``

There it was. She was screaming now. He felt himself getting engorged already, but now was not the time. He walked back around to her backside and laid down another flavor. This time, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her body around but being especially mindful to amaze out her ass, making it a larger target. `` Do n't ! stop over it ! ``

Another stinging smack !

'' Let me go ! Please, just let me go ! '' She waved her ass back and Forth River in his face.

skag !

'' I wo n't assure anybody you were here, just please let me go ! ``

She felt the frigidity, unforgiving tip of the knife against her cutis and froze as he dragged it gently down her spine. He buried the blade under the waistline of her panties and gave a spry motion-picture show ; the elastic waistcloth was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the rest by the mitt and ripped them away, much like he had the leggings. The only things that remained were her purple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't hurt me ! I 'll be good ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another SMACK came, but this time he did n't pull his hired hand away. His hand came to rest on her et pussy, splashing her charwoman juice onto her stage and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

She went stiff as he dug a digit into her pussy, and then two. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she lay there in silence.

'' Do you like that ? '' he asked.

'' No, '' she lied, but the timbre of her vocalisation betrayed her, and he caller her out on it.

'' liar, '' he said, pulling out his digit and laying another smack on her kitty-cat. A jerk of delight gibe through her while the stinging continued. She could sense the welts on her ass now, and was squirming again in her ropes.

'' Please do n't spite me, '' she moaned. `` I 'll do whatever you say. '' She wiggled her ass again, pleading with him to put the fingers back. He did, and they went recondite inside her. She felt them trace her insides, tickling the backbone bulwark of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep pleasure. While the fingers on the one hand were still inside her, his other hand laid down a few more smacks on her ass ; she felt herself stiffen up on his fingers, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` come here '' motion.

'' No, stop, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So wrong ... '' her spokesperson trailed off as he pushed his fingerbreadth deeper inside her, and she squeezed her heftiness tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his fingers quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back bulwark of her pussy and pushed against it, to which she began bucking back against his hand.

'' No, do n't do that ! '' she cried. He began moving his hired hand in and out, pounding her pussy with nothing but his finger's breadth. `` Oh, God, no ! Stop it ! Stop ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! Keep screaming, '' he ordered her. He pounded her twat faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her pussy. She contracted tightly around his fingerbreadth, but he still kept moving them. His finger's breadth massaged the spongy part at the battlefront of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, intercept it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking fingerbreadth out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunk his shaft deep inside her. But there was one more thing he wanted to do. He removed his finger's breadth and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her toys and pulled out a slightly oversized vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her SOB ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

'' surmise where this is going ? '' He spread her cheeks all-embracing and fuss on her asshole, lubing it up just enough to drive the toy inside her.

'' Oh fuck ! nookie ! '' she screamed out loud as her shit stretched to learn the toy. `` No, take it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his digit were back inside her, pounding away so firmly that her inside soon felt like mush. His thumb rested against her clit, massaging it every time he pushed in. Her walls contracted again as he fingered her tight slit and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' Fuck ... Fuck fuck screwing shtup fuck ! ass me ! '' Her body strain and the inaugural orgasm came to her ! `` piece of tail ME ! fuck ! AHHHH ! ``

In second gear, she had her irregular, tierce, fourth, fifth, 6th ! By the time the seventh rolled around, her voice had failed her and she was lay in muteness. Her oculus rolled into the back of her nous and she shook steadily as waving after moving ridge of orgasms consumed her solid body. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the audio of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.

He removed his fingers from her pussy, which was so plastered at this point that there was a wet `` pop '' as he removed them. The toy continued to bombinate inside her ass, and he knew that now was the time.

He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them down to his stifle, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his pecker against her slit, and push himself into her.

Her pussy was so tight around his cock, massaging all sides of it at once. And the vibrator in her ass added a whole new feeling to it. He moved in her slowly, wanting to enjoy every moment before he came himself.

She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to check him ; she could barely travel her own arms, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his tool move within her, rubbing up against the super sensible front wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and Forth River against his cock, which stretched her stiff pussy out and pushed up on the back of her pussy, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to pulse and move faster, almost with an urgency. He soon gave a terminal knife thrust, found himself balls deeply inside her, and she felt his hot, sticky punk eject from the tip of his cock and come in to catch one's breath deep inside her pussy.

He pulled out of her, cup dripping off the tip, and pulled his pants back on. She was breathing heavily, barely conscious. `` Fucker, '' she wheezed. `` You came inside me. So much cum ... '' She began pushing it out, and soon felt it dribble down out of her hole.

He put his hand back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his heart into the tegument of her puss before giving her clitoris one last `` how-do-you-do. '' She squealed at the brief tease.

'' How do you live with yourself ? '' she asked. `` Going around, taking advantage of poor old ladies like me ? ``

'' I already told you. I 've never had to count to ten. '' He took the knife and cut the ropes tying her up. She relaxed her trunk as he gathered up his things. Just as he was about to leave the room, she asked him another question.

'' What 's the in high spirits you 've ever had to count ? '' He stopped and turned back to her before answering.

'' One, '' he replied with a smile. `` I 've never had to go past one. '' And then, he was gone.

She lay in her bed alone for a farseeing prison term before she realized the vibrator was still going in her ass. She pulled it out and shut out it off. She rolled over on her bed, too exhausted to go shower off. She closed her centre to take in her breath, and was out before she could depend to ten .