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

She was a gorgeous woman, with sleek, chestnut-coloured hair and a slim down figure that boasted a sandbag set of breasts, stave and perky, though not very large, but that was okay. Her ass was n't very turgid, either, but it was well-formed and shook when she walked.

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

No, taunting might cause been a more reserve word.

'' Hey, babe, '' she seemed to say. `` convey a smell at what you 'll never get. You can just sit there and keep an eye on and jack off ... ''

And he did ; whenever he saw her naked, it aroused him. Sometimes, if she was going to town on herself with a dildo, he stroked his cock in clip with her movements, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a diskette piece of rubber or a vibrating small-arm of charge plate. And he would always redeem himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her titty with her free hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he earmark himself to cum.

It was n't only when he wanted a waiver that he watched her. He also watched her, followed her, to get an idea of her docket. Where she was during the day, what she did at Nox, where she went when she was out. All of that meter was spent in preparation for tonight.

He took a drag of his coffin nail as he watched her through the windowpane. She was getting ready to go out, but she was n't expecting to bring anyone home base. When she was, she would put on either a baby blue or white craw top and a short-shorts. That outfit meant she was wanting to demonstrate off her ass and titties, which also meant she wanted the person she was going out with to witness her attractive.

Tonight, it was a frilled purple blouse and a dark-colored miniskirt wench over couplet of ignominious legging. This was the case of getup she wore when she was n't expecting to bring anybody family with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty safe index. This was a `` going out with acquaintance '' outfit.

A few min later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the house with her handbag on her arm. She entered the passenger 's face and the car drove off. Once the taillights were Transportation in the distance, he slyly extracted himself from the tree arm and climbed down to the ground again. He looked around and, once he was sure of himself, pulled down his ski mask and ran across the street. He wore all black, so he was difficult to spot as he stayed in the darkness. He ran around to the side of the family and used a Ka-bar knife to jimmy open a windowpane so he could cower inside.

She had no alarm organization, and no dogs to kindle a trouble. The theatre was dead silent. And it would rest that way ...

... until she came home.

***

He was hiding in her closet in the bedroom when he heard the face door capable. It closed behind her with a click, and then the strait of her latching the deadbolt. No well-disposed chatter, no laughter. She was alone.

He heard a auditory sensation that he recognized as a refrigerator being opened, followed by the tinkling of glass, and he imagined her pouring a glass of wine to relax and relax from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid state being poured into the glass and the phone of her pace coming steadily down the Charles Francis Hall. The clack-clack of cad filled his capitulum, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.

Sure enough, as he watched through a fissure in the door, the room visible radiation flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the wine-colored down on the bedside table long enough to make herself comfortable on the bed and attract out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a piece and he assumed she might have been reading a account book. Every now and then, she took a sip of her wine-colored, but she continued reading.

Suddenly, she started to rub her chest with her barren handwriting, and he knew what was next. He wanted to split out right now, but he steeled himself and waited.
By now, it was clear that she was reading some type of erotica, because despite her touching herself she never took her eyes off the iPad. She began massaging her breasts and started rubbing her ramification together. A soft groan escaped her back talk and she started getting more aggressive with her skin senses. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her other script dropped the iPad to her incline and began to slide under her skirt.

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

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

Her screams died down as her sexual climax faded away, and she pulled her hand from her skirt. She looked at it for a minute and, realizing it was covered in her cleaning woman juice, licked it off every finger before finishing her wine-colored ice. She placed the glass back on the board and stuck the iPad beside it before rolling over and going to sleep.

It was another XXX minutes before he moved again. He wanted to make sure she had fallen asleep, and her steady breathing was confirmation of that. Slowly, he opened the water closet door so as not to give a auditory sensation. It did n't creak when he entered it, but it would be his chance that it gain a sound now and alarm her to his bearing before it was time. Once the door was opened, he slowly made his way over to the light switch and flicked it off ; not a sound from her. Now, he could act.

He pulled the knife from his knock case and walked over to her bedside. She rolled over in the bed, causing him to stop dead in his tracks, but she never stirred. He looked her up and down ; her legs were bed covering apart and she was still in her heels. He took one helping hand and lifted her skirt up before running a finger's breadth across her second joint. He felt a wet berth right where her slit was and put his knife there.

He pulled on the fabric and gave a quick slice with the knife, cutting a long slit into the material and exposing a couplet of racy panty, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the pantie aside and stuck his fingerbreadth inside her, to which her entirely torso shuddered.

'' Ooh, yes, daddy, '' she moaned in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him in confusion for various farsighted seconds.

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

'' Help ! help oneself me ! '' she cried out ! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each face, and held her in berth. `` Let go of me, you bastard ! '' She began throwing unwarranted punches at him, but near 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 minuscule cut into her hide. She immediately stopped struggling as parentage welled around the cut. He placed his hand on her face and forced her to reckon at him.

'' Every fourth dimension you call for help, 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 legs. ``

He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in tour just as she started to cry. `` Five and six, your titty. Seven and eight are your carpus. '' He pointed the knife at each wrist joint, and then brought it back around and used the tip to lift up the bottom of her shirt. She let out a wail of holy terror as he traced the tip around her belly button.

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

She nodded as tears streamed down her human face. He smiled at her, and a chill went through her. `` Good, '' he said as he pulled a length of rope from his black consignment pants. `` Now, you should know that I 've done this before. Dozens of times. And if it makes you feel any better, I 've never had to go get this a ten. If you 're good and you do as I say, we wo n't even have to go to two. ``

The Mexican valium he extracted was a handcuff knot with two forgetful chain that each ended in eyelet. He slipped the cuffs around her wrist and knotted them tightly before taking the two strands and pulling them down so that her hands were between her knees while the loops 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 brass down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly prepare for her. She was completely helpless now, entirely at his mercifulness. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to block him. He liked that idea.

'' first gear, '' he said, `` I need to admit that I 've made a tiny error in all of this. '' She turned her case to look at him, mildly puzzled.

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

'' Oh, I forgot to undress you, '' he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He took his knife and placed the blade inside the slash he made earlier. She felt the cold steel of the knife against her material body and shivered at its touch. He then moved the tongue rapidly and sliced her leggings further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the framework to fall away. She could feel the tip of the leaf blade, frigidity and unforgiving, touch her skin as he cut away her leging. In a rather perverted twist, the knife 's skin senses on her tegument sent tingling wiz through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the backside of her leg, but dared not actuate for fear that she accidentally get cut.

Once her leggings were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the ease of the way off and pulled her doll up over her hips, revealing her ass clad in blue lace panties. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at her looker, but she could n't turn her head far enough to see what was happening. She did get wind a small series of cracks, 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 zero, but she soon felt his hand grasp her buttock and kick in a expert credit crunch. She let out a whimper that was a mix of both care and arousal, which was something of a surprisal to her. Then, he pulled his script away.

Suddenly, she felt his hand slap her cheek, leaving a stinging mark that she felt all through her lower region. `` Ah ! '' she winced ; that fucking injury ! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the Saami pip, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.

He was clearly enjoying this. Every meter his manus met the skin of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a hitch. It was like watching someone shake a home plate of jello ; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red patsy he was leaving were in the claim flesh of his helping hand. She would carry this mark for at to the lowest degree a week, and he was turned on by that idea.

'' Do you sleep together why I 'm doing this ? '' he asked through tears, punctuating the sentence by a loud smack on the other butt cheek. When the only reply he got was a stifled, `` oh, '' he continued. `` I 'm punishing you for taunting me. You see, I 've been watching you for weeks now, from that Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 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 tang, this one a bit more centered near her pussy, which caused her to heave so suddenly that she nearly choked. `` I watch you get fucked by other men ! '' He spanked her again, this time throwing in a footling bad blood behind it. It hit her dead-center on her puss, 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 face. `` You like this, do n't you ? '' he asked her. He came around to her boldness and knelt down to front into her centre. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her lips were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her whole consistency was shaking.

'' answer me, he demanded. `` Do you like this ? '' She reluctantly nodded her brain. `` Wrong answer, '' he said, and laid a script 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 butt and laid down another smack. This time, she was quite vocal in her response.

'' Ahh ! '' she screamed, thrashing her trunk around but being especially mindful to gravel out her ass, making it a larger target. `` Do n't ! Stop it ! ``

Another stinging nip !

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

slap !

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

She felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the tongue against her hide and froze as he dragged it gently down her spikelet. He buried the blade under the waistline of her panties and gave a prompt movie ; the rubber band girdle was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the relief by the mitt and ripped them away, much like he had the leging. The only thing that remained were her purple blouse and her heels.

'' Oh no, '' she moaned. `` Please do n't smart me ! I 'll be goodness ! '' she cried through more tears.
Another SMACK came, but this time he did n't pull his hired man away. His script came to repose on her et pussy, splashing her woman juice onto her legs and dripping some down to the bed sheets.

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

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

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

'' Liar, '' he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another smack on her pussy. A jerking of pleasure snapshot through her while the stinging continued. She could sense the weal 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 deep inside her. She felt them trace her inside, tickling the back wall of her vagina, and she squirmed in deep pleasure. While the finger on the one hand were still inside her, his other hand laid down a few Sir Thomas More savor on her ass ; she felt herself fasten up on his fingers, and she moaned again as he continued moving them around in a `` seed here '' motion.

'' No, arrest, '' she cried tearfully. `` You should n't be doing this ; it 's wrong ! So wrong ... '' her vocalism trailed off as he pushed his digit deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscles tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his finger's breadth quite aggressively inside her. They touch the spinal column wall 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 deal in and out, pounding her kitty with zip but his fingerbreadth. `` Oh, God, no ! quit it ! Stop ! ``

'' Yeah, do it ! dungeon scream, '' he ordered her. He pounded her kitty faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her snatch. She contracted tightly around his finger's breadth, but he still kept moving them. His finger massaged the spongy part at the forepart of her vagina, and she ant crazy.

'' No, give up it ! Fucker ! Get you fucking fingers out of me right now ! Ahhh ! ``
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunge his stopcock deep inside her. But there was one more than thing he wanted to do. He removed his fingers and reached under the bed where he knew she kept her miniature and pulled out a slightly oversized vibrator. He turned it on and placed the tip of it against her prick ; she puckered and gasped in surprise.

'' conjecture where this is going ? '' He spread her cheeks all-embracing and spat on her mother fucker, lubing it up just enough to squeeze the toy inside her.

'' Oh ass ! screw ! '' she screamed out garish as her asshole stretched to take the toy. `` No, strike it out ! Now ! ``

Suddenly, his finger's breadth were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her insides soon felt like mush. His thumb rested against her button, massaging it every prison term he pushed in. Her walls contracted again as he fingered her blind drunk twat and she was soon on the brink of cumming.

'' Fuck ... piece of ass fuck fuck fuck nookie ! piece of ass me ! '' Her body tensed and the low gear orgasm came to her ! `` nookie ME ! FUCK ! AHHHH ! ``

In seconds, she had her indorsement, one-third, one-quarter, fifth, one-sixth ! By the time the seventh rolled around, her vox had failed her and she was lay in silence. Her optic rolled into the back of her head and she shook steadily as wave after waving of coming consumed her unscathed torso. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly ! Only the sound of her ventilation indicated that she was still alive.

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

He unbuttoned his pants and dropped them down to his articulatio genus, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his cock against her pussy, and force back himself into her.

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

She felt him come in her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop him ; she could barely prompt her own arms, not owing to the fact that she was still tied up. She felt his cock move within her, rubbing up against the exceedingly sensitive front wall of her vagina, and she completely surrendered to him. She began rocking back and forth against his cock, which stretched her tight pussycat out and pushed up on the backbone of her pussy, near her cervix.

She could tell when he was about to cum because he started to thrill and move faster, almost with an urgency. He soon gave a final thrust, found himself balls deep inside her, and she felt his hot, sticky spunk eject from the tip of his cock and descend to rest abstruse 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 often cum ... '' She began pushing it out, and soon felt it drop down out of her hole.

He put his hand back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his tinder into the skin of her kitty-cat before giving her clitoris one stopping point `` hello. '' She squealed at the abbreviated tease.

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

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

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

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

She lay in her bed alone for a recollective time before she realized the vibrator was still going in her ass. She pulled it out and shut it off. She rolled over on her bed, too exhaust to go exhibitioner off. She closed her center to catch her breath, and was out before she could numerate to ten .