He had been watching her for weeks. He wasn’t sure how many, though; he had stopped counting after week seven. How long didn’t matter, though. What did matter was that he had decided that tonight was going to be the night.
She was a gorgeous woman, with flowing, chestnut-colored hair and a slim figure that boasted a stunning set of breasts, round and perky, though not very large, but that was okay. Her ass wasn’t very large, 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 blinds 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 have been a more appropriate word.
“Hey, baby,” she seemed to say. “Take a look at what you’ll never get. You can just sit there and watch 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 time with her movements, imagined it was him that was inside her instead of a floppy piece of rubber or a vibrating piece of plastic. And he would always save himself for her climax. Whenever she came, she arched her back and grabbed one of her breasts with her free hand, squeezing it tightly while she moaned in beautiful agony. Only then would he allow himself to cum.
It wasn’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 night, where she went when she was out. All of that time was spent in preparation for tonight.
He took a drag of his cigarette as he watched her through the window. She was getting ready to go out, but she wasn’t expecting to bring anyone home. When she was, she would put on either a baby blue or white 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 person she was going out with to find her attractive.
Tonight, it was a frilled purple blouse and a dark-colored mini skirt over pair of black leggings. This was the type of outfit she wore when she wasn’t expecting to bring anybody home with her. It never guaranteed she came home alone, but it was always a pretty good indicator. This was a “going out with friends” outfit.
A few minutes later, he saw a car approach and she came out of the house with her purse on her arm. She entered the passenger’s side and the car drove off. Once the taillights were dots in the distance, he slyly extracted himself from the tree limbs 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 shadows. He ran around to the side of the house and used a Ka-bar knife to jimmy open a window so he could crawl inside.
She had no alarm system, and no dogs to raise a fuss. The house was dead silent. And it would remain that way…
…until she came home.
He was hiding in her closet in the bedroom when he heard the front door open. It closed behind her with a click, and then the sound 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 glass, and he imagined her pouring a glass of wine to relax and unwind from the day with. Soon after, he heard a liquid being poured into the glass and the sound of her footsteps coming steadily down the hall. The clack-clack of heels filled his ears, and he knew she was seconds away from entering the room.
Sure enough, as he watched through a crack in the door, the room light flipped on and she appeared next to the bed. She set the wine down on the bedside table long enough to make herself comfortable on the bed and pull out what appeared to be an iPad. She stared at it for a while and he assumed she might have 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 hand, and he knew what was next. He wanted to burst 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 legs together. A soft moan escaped her lips and she started getting more aggressive with her touches. She pulled out one breast and started squeezing while her other hand dropped the iPad to her side and began to slide under her skirt.
He heard her pussy squelch as she fingered herself. She was so wet and her fingers were moving so fast that she was making splashing noises. He couldn’t see because she remained fully clothed, but the sight caused his anticipation to rise.
Soon, she gave a final jerk and, like she always did, squeezed çapa escort her breast hard and came. He hadn’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 moment and, realizing it was covered in her woman juice, licked it off every finger 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 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 closet door so as not to make a sound. It didn’t creak 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 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 belt sheath and walked over to her bedside. She rolled over in the bed, causing him to freeze in his tracks, 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 hand and lifted her skirt up before running a finger across her thighs. He felt a wet spot right where her pussy 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 pair of blue panties, underneath which was her sopping wet cunt. He moved the panties aside and stuck his finger inside her, to which her whole body shuddered.
“Ooh, yes, daddy,” she moaned in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him in confusion for several long seconds.
When she finally realized what was happening, she screamed and tried to roll away from him! She wasn’t fast enough; he grabbed her by the shoulder and rolled her back to him!
“Help! Help me!” she cried out! He mounted her and straddled her, one leg on each side, and held her in place. “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 hand on her face and forced her to look at him.
” Every time 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 other arm. Three and four will be your legs.”
He took the knife and pointed at each of her breasts in turn just as she started to cry. “Five and six, your breasts. Seven and eight are your wrists.” He pointed the knife at each wrist, and then brought it back around and used the tip to lift up the bottom of her shirt. She let out a wail of terror 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 terror as he did so. “You can scream. You can scream and yell as loud as you want. In fact, I want you to scream. You’re going to scream. But you will not call for help. Do you understand?”
She nodded as tears streamed down her face. He smiled at her, and a chill went through her. “Good,” he said as he pulled a length of rope from his black cargo 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 make this a ten. If you’re good and you do as I say, we won’t even have to go to two.”
The rope he extracted was a handcuff knot with two short strands that each ended in loops. He slipped the cuffs around her wrists 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 face down in the mattress.
Now he was nearly ready for her. She was completely helpless now, entirely at his mercy. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she was powerless to stop him. He liked that idea.
“First,” he said, “I need to admit that I’ve made a tiny mistake in all of this.” She turned her face 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 gash he made earlier. She felt the cold steel of the knife against her flesh and shivered at its touch. He then moved the knife rapidly and sliced her leggings further. He drew the knife down each leg, causing the fabric to fall away. She could feel the tip of the blade, cold and unforgiving, touch fatih escort her skin as he cut away her leggings. In a rather perverted twist, the knife’s touch on her skin sent tingling sensations through her body. She shuddered as the tip caressed the backside of her leg, but dared not move for fear that she accidentally get cut.
Once her leggings were sufficiently cut, he ripped them the rest of the way off and pulled her skirt up over her hips, revealing her ass clad in blue lace panties. His breathing grew heavier as he stared at her peach, but she couldn’t turn her head far enough to see what was happening. She did hear 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 nothing, 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 fear and arousal, which was something of a surprise to her. Then, he pulled his hand away.
Suddenly, she felt his hand slap her buttock, leaving a stinging mark that she felt all through her lower region. “Ah!” she winced; that fucking hurt! Before she could say anything, however, another came in the same spot, and she clenched her buttocks together in pain.
He was clearly enjoying this. Every time his hand met the skin of her ass, it jiggled and waved before coming to a stop. It was like watching someone shake a plate of Jell-O; it was mesmerizing. As he continued to spank her, he noticed the red marks 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 tears, punctuating the sentence by a loud smack on the other butt cheek. When the only response 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 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 sniffle. “I watch you fuck yourself.” Another smack, 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 pussy, and she let out an involuntary 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, don’t you?” he asked her. He came around to her face and knelt down to look into her eyes. They were red and puffy from where she had been crying, and her lips were slightly pouty. She was breathing heavily and her whole body was shaking.
“Answer me, he demanded. “Do you like this?” She reluctantly nodded her head. “Wrong answer,” 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 smack. This time, she was quite vocal in her response.
“Ahh!” she screamed, thrashing her body around but being especially mindful to stick out her ass, making it a larger target. “Don’t! Stop it!”
Another stinging smack!
“Let me go! Please, just let me go!” She waved her ass back and forth in his face.
“I won’t tell anybody you were here, just please let me go!”
She felt the cold, unforgiving tip of the knife against her skin and froze as he dragged it gently down her spine. He buried the blade under the waistline of her panties and gave a quick flick; the elastic waistband was sliced, which she felt give around her waist. He then took the rest by the hand 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 don’t hurt me! I’ll be good!” she cried through more tears.
Another SMACK came, but this time he didn’t pull his hand away. His hand came to rest 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 finger 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 tone of her voice betrayed her, and he caller her out on it.
“Liar,” he said, pulling out his fingers and laying another smack on her pussy. A jolt of pleasure shot through her while the stinging continued. She could feel the welts on her ass now, and was squirming again in her ropes.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she moaned. “I’ll do whatever you say.” She wiggled her ass again, pleading with him to put the fingers back. fındıkzade escort He did, and they went deep inside her. She felt them trace her insides, tickling the back wall 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 tighten 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 shouldn’t be doing this; it’s wrong! So wrong…” her voice trailed off as he pushed his fingers deeper inside her, and she squeezed her muscles tightly around them.
Suddenly, he started moving his fingers quite aggressively inside her. They touch the back wall of her pussy and pushed against it, to which she began bucking back against his hand.
“No, don’t do that!” she cried. He began moving his hand in and out, pounding her pussy with nothing but his fingers. “Oh, God, no! Stop it! Stop!”
“Yeah, do it! Keep screaming,” he ordered her. He pounded her pussy faster and harder, moving furiously against the walls of her pussy. She contracted tightly around his fingers, but he still kept moving them. His fingers massaged the spongy part at the front of her vagina, and she ant crazy.
“No, stop it! Fucker! Get you fucking fingers out of me right now! Ahhh!”
He was rock hard now, and he wanted to plunge his cock deep inside her. But there was one more thing he wanted to do. He removed his fingers 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 asshole; she puckered and gasped in surprise.
“Guess where this is going?” He spread her cheeks wide and spat on her asshole, lubing it up just enough to force the toy inside her.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” she screamed out loud as her asshole stretched to take the toy. “No, take it out! Now!”
Suddenly, his fingers were back inside her, pounding away so hard that her insides 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 pussy and she was soon on the brink of cumming.
“Fuck… Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Fuck me!” Her body tensed and the first orgasm came to her! “FUCK ME! FUCK! AHHHH!”
In seconds, she had her second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth! By the time the seventh rolled around, her voice had failed her and she was lay in silence. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she shook steadily as wave after wave of orgasms consumed her whole body. She had, quite literally, been fucked silly! Only the sound of her breathing indicated that she was still alive.
He removed his fingers from her pussy, which was so tight 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 knees, pulled himself onto the bed behind her, leveled his cock against her pussy, and drove 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 savor every moment before he came himself.
She felt him enter her, but she was too exhausted to try to stop him; she could barely move 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 super 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 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 throb 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 come to rest 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 drip down out of her hole.
He put his hand back on her pussy and rubbed it around, massaging his spunk into the skin of her pussy before giving her clit 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 body as he gathered up his things. Just as he was about to leave the room, 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 smile. “I’ve never had to go past one.” And then, he was gone.
She lay in her bed alone for a long 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 exhausted to go shower off. She closed her eyes to catch her breath, and was out before she could count to ten.