I watched her intently through the large bay windows into her bedroom. When the door to the adjoining bathroom was open, I could see directly into the shower. This was the third day at this particular house. I had been monitoring every one with a lonely housewife for weeks now. This was the house. She was my prize.
In my head, I called her Rachel. Rachel loved her pulsating shower head. I loved watching her let the water cascade over her large, firm breasts and round ass almost as much as she did. Her shoulder length brunette hair was natural as it matched her full, yet neatly trimmed, womanly mound. The previous two days I had touched myself as she did. Today, however, I crept to her sliding glass door, silently opening and closing it.
I heard the shower turn off as I made my way down the hallway to the master bedroom. Peering in, I could make out the back of her full ass behind the door frame as she dried herself off. My imprisoned cock was straining at the zipper of my pants. Rather than approach, I waited for her to re-enter the bedroom.
Our eyes locked. The fear was immediately noticeable in her widened eyes, but her voice failed her. No words were spoken but she knew exactly what I was there to do. She saw my dark clothes, my bag, my erection and she knew I was blocking the only exit.
She darted for her cell phone on the nightstand, but I was quicker, grabbing her wrist and knocking over a lamp in the process. I was stronger too as I grabbed the other wrist and pinned her to the wall. Holding both wrists in one hand I showed her a small knife from my belt.
"Keep your slutty mouth shut and I'll give you what you've been secretly craving," I hissed at her. She instead made another attempt to run from my grasp. I slapped her.
"You're getting fucked my little whore, there is no escaping that. Whether I enjoy it or we both do is up to you." She lowered her resistance but the fear of the inevitable was sinking in. I pushed her onto her plush bed. Grabbing a roll of tape from my bag, I bound her hands together in front of her body.
I stood at the foot of the bed removing my own clothes, admiring the figure of my prize. Her supple breasts begged to be sucked, and her body was my plaything. She gasped when I became naked. She was now not only in fear of the situation, but my size as well. I smiled and began climbing up the bed, placing my thick and rigid cock at her mouth.
"Suck it," I barked. She didn't comply and instead turned her head.
"Suck or I hurt you," I insisted as I grabbed her hair, repositioning her mouth. Again she refused. I yanked her into a standing position, throwing her over the side of the bed and, wasting no time, slapped her perfect ass with all my force, leaving a glowing red handprint across her right cheek. She cried out in pain, not finishing before the second one landed on the opposite cheek. Her legs went limp as I continued disciplining her for her disobedience, all the while reminding her that it was her choice that led to her punishment.
"This is what whores get for not doing as they're told." She gave me a faint apology as I rubbed away the markings on her ass. Bringing her to her knees, I gave her a third and final chance.
