In the light of the moon, the man man-beast stood at the edge of the wood and watched Cindy. Her full figured, long red hair and seductive green eyes memorized the man-beast. He crept closer to the window, looked around cautiously. She seemed to be alone this time, no sign of her human male anywhere.
Cindy sighed heavily then slipped off her shoes and hung up her coat. She was alone again. Her so-called husband was gone for the second night in a row. He made the excuse he was working, but she knew better, as she had seen him with another woman walking into a local pub. She battled with her feeling wondering whether to let him stay or force him to leave a divorce him. She desperately needed a man she could count on.
Cindy, walked to the bedroom took off her skirt and blouse and stood in front of the mirror admiring her body. Her broad hips, full breast and long flowing hair in her opinion made her sexier. Unlike those skinny bitches, she had something to hold on to and curves just they was most men like them. She turned and pranced in her red sheer bra and lacy underwear, which was her favorite color. She chose that color because it seems to arouse men more.
As the man-beast watched, he knew her routine very well. She would come home from work, and take a long hot bath often masturbating while in the tub. Other times she masturbated, and then took a bath. The last time the man-beast watched her it was late and she was standing on the back deck, naked, fucking her cunt, sucking her nipples and talking dirty.
Oh, how he loved that, he had even sneaked onto the porch and fucked her like a real man fucks a woman, hard and deep unleashing the beast within. Then the he slithered off into the shadows before she could really see who he was. He thought the sight of his grotesque body would frighten Cindy.
He continued watching her undress, "Oh fuck," he whispered as her big breasts, hardened nipples and well-trimmed pussy came into view. He closed his eye and envisioned himself kneeling between those beautiful thighs his warm tongue lapping every inch of her pussy, exploring its inner folds. Tantalizing her clit, until she was just about to cum, and then sliding his hard dick inside her making Cindy his bitch. His cock throbbed slipping out of its furry sheath. He told himself, be patient, the time is not right yet.
The man-beast then slipped slowly onto the back porch being careful not to make a sound as he crept toward the door. He then checked the backdoor it was unlocked. He slowly slipped inside the house while holding his breath. He paused making sure Cindy did not hear him. Then he carefully walked toward the light at the end of the hall, which he knew was her bedroom.
The floorboard creaked and he froze, surely, she had heard him. After waiting what seemed like an eternity, he noticed that Cindy did not look out the bedroom door. The man-beast felt safe enough to continue walking toward her room. The door was open about half way and in the light of the room.
The man-beast could see Cindy was still standing in front of the mirror. A delicate tattoo of a butterfly was on Cindy's right breast. As his eyes went downward, he saw a rose tattoo just above her naval.
The man-beast then gasped as she spreading her legs examining glistening pussy. Cindy was frolicsome when she masturbated, giving him a private show of his own. If only she knew, how much he wanted her. The though of fucking Cindy repeatedly cause his dick to harden more.
The man-beast watched Cindy climbed on the bed and lay down spread eagle. She begin rolling and pinching her swollen nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Then bringing one nipple to her mouth she flicked it with her tongue, and then took it between her lips, moaned softly. He stroked his dick as he observed her other hand slid between the fold of her pussy and rubbed her clit.
