Hiding in the darkness he watched her. Her long, shiny, bluish black hair and pale tegument illuminated by the silver brightness level of the lunation. It was late. Past midnight. He watched her make her way up the stairs, and fumble for her headstone.

He took a swig from the bottle of vodka he held in his script. His hired hand were trembling with prevision. Excitement. His breathing time smelled of alcoholic drink and his dress smelled of dusty cigarette smoke.

The cleaning lady had a coffin nail dangling from her replete lips, she took one final drag, before tossing it onto the slick, wet Gunter Wilhelm Grass. A here and now later, the door swung open, and she stepped inside. He heard her sigh heavily. She slipped off her place, hung up her coat, and made her way up the stairs towards the bedchamber, without ever switching on the light.

She wore shattered lacing and black velvet. She was slim and attractive in her own way. A facile crucifix was suspended from her smooth White neck. Her lips were painted a metal bluing to twin her breeze through polish up.

He knew her bit. She would amount home plate from study late each night. Then charter a hot bathtub before falling asleep on the lounge, her cat curled up in her lap, and a book in script. It never changed.

She had no friends that he knew of. There were never any visitors. The telephone hardly ever skirt, and when it did, it was usually a ill-timed telephone number or a persistent telemarketer.

She worked alone. A mortician. English by side with cold, exanimate corpses. He guessed they would n't lose her. And he guessed that no one else would either.

He watched her from his perch outside of her window as she undressed. Her slight blackness lace bra and panties falling to the floor at her feet, revealing a pair of large, unfluctuating breasts and a clean-shaven twat. Such a beautiful snatch, he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined himself down on his knees before her. Or perhaps with her squatting over him. His warm, wet spit exploring her folds. Teasing her clit. Making her consistence writhe with delight. Making her come over and over again, before sliding his voiceless cock inside of her. Maybe even fucking her mother fucker. He could smack her. Almost appreciation her. His cock throbbed in his jeans. Not yet, he told himself. Be affected role.

He slipped and made a small strait on the porch roof. He froze. Had she heard him, was she looking out the windowpane ? No.

As he looked on he saw an ink black tattoo of a bat on her shoulder, its wings outstretched, with beady red eyes, and an intricate tattoo of a spider web, above her perforated naval.

He watched her disappear into the bathroom. Listened to the rushing water begin to fill up the bathtub. She lit some wax light and sprinkled some scented bathtub oil into the water. His cock began to grow surd thinking about how exalt it would be to wrap the black electrical electric cord around her slender neck opening. To literally steal her breath away. He pulled the cord taut in his bridge player. The metre was near.

He watched her sling one tenacious leg over the tub, and than the other. She let her torso subside into the warm water and closed her eyes. He stood there watching her for a few moments. He was amused. It looked like the gentlewoman was feeling a bit frisky that evening.

She began to let her custody roam over her physical structure. Caressing her breast and breadbasket. He began to stroke his putz, while he watched her require both of her brown mamilla between her thumb and forefinger and squeeze gently.

She brought one of her teat to her rima oris and began encircling it with her lips, while she allowed her free paw to knead her clit. She began rubbing it while she continued to suck and piece on one of her big, brown nipples.

That 's it he thought to himself. Get real nice and wet. veridical nice and wet. So that my big hard cock will just slither right in.

Keeping her thumb on her clit, she inserted two fingers inside of herself. Rubbing her clit harder and faster, finger diving in and out of her pussy. She brought herself to orgasm rather quickly. Exploding all over her fingers, than putting them into her mouth so that she could taste herself.

He imagined how grand it would be to try out her mellifluous nectar upon his back talk. He watched her for a few More arcminute, about to explode himself. Then it was time. He crept silently into the lavatory. He stood over her for a second. Admiring her. Such a beautiful charwoman. Such a shame she had to die.

He took a abstruse breath before pouncing on his unsuspecting fair game. Her tit still hard like pencil erasers and her puss still slick, and wet. He slipped the cord around her neck opening, and pulled.

Her emerald green eyes flew unresolved in surprisal. She gasped and tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down with all his might. She began to thrash about, her weapon system flailing and her pegleg kicking, splashing water about every which way. Soaking his Edward White t-shirt and stiff fitting blue jeans, with pickle in the knee joint.

'' Do n't struggle baby, it 'll be a lot well-heeled if you do n't clamber, '' he told her, a cruel smile spreading across his better-looking nerve.

She began clawing at him and trying to bite him, desperate to free herself. To save her animation.

'' Stupid fiddling bitch, '' he said angrily, as her dentition sunk into his hand. He pulled tighter on the corduroy. The poor girlfriend could n't emit. Her optic widened in threat. She knew she was about to die. Her large teat bobbed up and down as she struggled to free herself from his death suitcase.

He laughed at her. `` There 's no use in trying to get away sweetheart, '' he told her. He could sense her muffle cunt. spirit her fear. He could experience her body shakiness.

She struggled with all of her might, but she was no match for him. He was so much inviolable than she. A watercourse of scarlet began to trickle from the spot on his paw where she had sunk her teeth. Watching her conflict, made his cock sheik. He was in complete control. For once in his life he was the one in business leader.

Finally after a few more kicks, her body shuddered one last fourth dimension, and she succumbed. Her nous fell to the right, and her natural language protruded slightly from her back talk. Her hired man fell helplessly at her slope, and he released her, watching her disappear under the watch glass clean water supply. Her eyes were as large as dish. And her sassing had turned blue. A slim down halcyon flow began trickling from her bitch. She had pissed herself.

He lifted her nude person hobble body from the tub, and slung her over his shoulders like a sack of murphy. He was strong, thick and mesomorphic. His breast as hard as a rock. He carried her over to the bed, and laid her down gently. He stared down at her motionless body for a moment, before spreading her wooden leg as far as they would go. Her cunt was still glistening. Her brim still swollen and her clit still hard from her recent onanism.

'' Let me see that little cunt of your sweetheart, '' he said. He parted her egotistical lips and brought his oral cavity to her pussy. Tasting her. He ran his glossa along her slit rim. spit fucked her hole, and took her button between his teeth, sucking on it. Devouring her cunt. Still tender and wet. He loved the taste of puss. He could taste a hint of urine, smell it on her.

Stopping, he stood and moved his throbbing cock toward her morass mouth and rubbed the head of it against her soft unresisting lip, against her chopper teeth then between her rim until he was fully penetrating her throat.

Unable to consider any more stimulation he came up from between her pegleg. He wanted to be in her. To prepare love to her. He rested each of her legs atop her shoulders. And slid his hard cock inside her. Moving in and out of her, fucking her cunt, slowly at first, then faster and faster, with more finding. With more Passion. She stared lifelessly up at him as he pounded her slit.

He leaned over and kissed her boob, and insensate blue lips, while he continued to impress in and out of her. And than he came. Hard and fast. Filling her to the brim, with a hot stream of his semen.

He lay there for a long bit to catch his breath, to recuperate from his vivid orgasm. Finally, silently, he pulled his jean back on and zipped then up. Looking down at her he stopped for a here and now, then leaned down and kissed her once more.

'' Thanks for the just nookie sister, '' he said. Then he turned and walked to the threshold. Pausing for a moment he looked out into the nighttime, spike and middle straining for anything out of the average, then he was gone.

She lay there on her bed. Naked, frigidness and all alone. Helpless, spread eagle on the bed.

His insatiable appetite and overmaster desire fulfilled, once again. At to the lowest degree for the moment .