Thread: MxF - Various plots/starters within - Happy to explore all ideas!

M4F - Walter Malton, killer 3rd Walter Malton and had been alone for many years. Walter, being a private man, had always kept his love life a secret from anyone and everyone. The fact that his wife passed years ago played little relevance on the man Walter had become and the life he had now, or so he thought. Fall was upon the city. The Malton house stood on its outskirts alone. It was kept in decent condition, Walter wasnt an outwardly handy man but made sure that someone was always hired to maintain the house since his wifes passing. Unfortunately since her passing hed become a bit of a recluse. He withdrew into the depths of his own despair and lived in the darkness of these thoughts for the past 3 years. If he was asked, he could honestly say that he didnt know the man hed become. Walter had money and had recently hired a housekeeper. He knew her face. He knew she spent a lot of time at his house. He didnt know much else though. Once in awhile Watler felt like she was trying to grab his attention, but he was sure it was only in his mind. The solitary house had a wonderful indooroutdoor pool that spanned through a small cut out warmth hole from inside to outside. On the patio, upstairs, beyond the kitchen was a hot tub and Walter often noticed when his beautiful housekeeper would go out to clean it seemed she couldnt manage to clean it without soaking herself. Walter couldnt be certain, but he did dream that she did this on purpose when she knew he was around. Oh how the shirt hugged her body. Tonight was like many weekend nights. Walter invited a young woman over, Barbara. Hed met Barbara at the grocery store just outside town, but that wasnt a random occurrence no, it never was with Walter. The doorbell chimed. It was Barbara. He didnt even bother offering her a drink or any food. He knew her type when she saw the house her legs would loosen and open wide for him. She walked in and without hesitation began up the stairs, without even as much as an invitation. The master bedroom was vast. Large columns surrounded the bed, a fireplace off to the right side of it, a bathroom with a jacuzzi tub to the left. Beyond the fireplace a patio door that led to the balcony beyond. No hesitation tonight, Barbara was undressing the second she stepped foot on the thick rug beside the bed. Walter watched as this specimen slipped out of each article of clothing leaving a trail as she made her way to the centre. Hed watched many sluts, just like her, do this same charade. He wasnt sure what got him up anymore was it the thrill of what he knew was to come at the end, or was it the actual flesh he was seeing for the first time. His body moved to meet hers, and meet her it did. He showed her things she would have never experienced if she wasnt who she was, if she hadnt lived the life she had but alas, none of it was new to her. Nothing was new and fresh for her. He was on top of her, missionary position something probably too tame for her but he was in control as he released inside of her she began to protest about such an invasion on their first time. He pushed himself off his elbows from the bed so he was hovering over her. His left hand met her lips and covered them, snuffing out the noise of her protest. His right hand reached to the side of the bed, raised high and slammed down into her chest. The shock in her eyes only lasted a moment before the life faded from it. His eyes and ears always perked up at this moment. The last moments of just another deviant, another woman that many men have had, but none would miss A sound from the balcony? His eyes glared in the direction, but the light from the fire flickered and took away any chance of seeing anything. As her body stopped moving he stepped away from the bed, naked, and moved to the door swinging it open. Nothing...