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Tracey :

Tracey lives in a relatively silence region. One that until recently had never known much in the way of criminal offense. A spate of sign break-ins in the immediate surround had seen many of the house physician arm their home base with the latest in home protection. This new engineering science came with a hefty price tag, but it also came highly recommended. After learning that those who had the domicile security installed already and were all more than delight with it 's performance and that they felt safer, more than secure in their base once more seen Tracey have the device installed in her own home. One can never be too careful, especially when you lived on your own.

The guy that installed her new home protection was more than than helpful. It took ten working days to have it fully fitted to her home base. Six of those years seen The cleaning woman in her mid twenties having to trust the installer to influence at her mansion whilst she herself was at work. Tracey worked character metre as an editor in chief for a small publishing ship's company three days a week, the rest of her metre was taken up by her own writing or clock time spent at the gym. She had been successful with a few work of fable that had earned her a tidy little sum that she squirrelled away and was now using to pay for bestow safety in her home.

When the installation was fill in the man she now knew as Jonathan sat her pile and helped her upload software onto her laptop computer that helped her restraint all aspects of the system of rules. An app was also uploaded to her ache speech sound and both devices, then synced together and with the protection system.

Jon also helped her add two of her fingerprints to the now keyless first appearance to her home and to that of the new presentation monitor on the wall in her kitchen. She was thrilled to learn she could curb her central heat, lights and dismay all from her telephone when she was not even home ! Yep, definitely deserving its cost tag she had thought to herself.

week went by and Tracey 's daily procedure was back to normal, continuous by full treatment being carried out on her home. She had to acknowledge she felt a all lot safer now that she had the latest in house security. It certainly came in William Christopher Handy now that the weather was turning and the nights and years were growing ever warmer too. There were no more account of house burglary in the area. The neighborhood had returned to its repose, peaceful, leafy self once more.

Jonathan had called a span of sentence to ensure that all was working well and up to standard. Upon the second call she received from him, he asked her out for dinner. But Tracey had politely declined. Telling him that she was not ready for dating anyone at the present. And that she had recently been through an disconcert breakout up of a hanker human relationship.

This was not entirely unfeigned, in fact, it had been well over two geezerhood since her ex had broken It off, dumping her for another cleaning woman. Leaving a untested Tracey with trust and dedication subject. He seemed to accept this excuse and she heard no more from the man that Installed her domicile security.

Jonathan :

The moment he laid his optic upon the diminutive blond he was smitten. Not only was she loose on the eyes, but Tracey was friendly, civil, accommodating. Always asking if he would like a beverage or a snack. She had even prepared him a lunch clip meal on the Clarence Day she was at house whilst he worked there. All of these things and to a greater extent told Jonathan that this girl was the one.

He became settle on on her, pouring through her computer when she was not plate, careful to underwrite any lead he may have made whilst doing so. He learnt a lot about her in those days she was at work. She was an only tike, her parents having her later in life has seen them already living in a comfortable retreat Greenwich Village a ten hour driveway up the sea-coast from their Daughter.

Jon also learnt through emails that it had been a farseeing time since his new compulsion had been with a man or even on a escort for that matter. This pleased him to no end. She would be nice and tight. God, how he could n't wait to sink his fat meat into her. Feel her tight little sex gripping his shaft of light. Man was she going to be a delight.

Jon did n't care much for how she might feel about him. No issue what Tracey would be his. He had perfected his method, learnt from the mistakes he had made with late fair sex and men he had stalked, Fucked and made to obey him until he tired of them. Tracey he doubted he would ever tire of though. She had a perfective short body, ample tits and a business firm bottom that he had a feeling had never been breached.

drugging was his choose method acting, not that Jonathan couldn't pull biddy the conventional way, he was a good looking specimen, fit and muscular, he just preferred his way of scoring with the ladies and the cuss for that matter. Through visitation and erroneous belief he had finally got it down pat. A mixture of his own design that he would slowly flow to her over the course of study of a few weeks before he made her his. She would be so ripe for the plucking by the clock time he was ready to finally fuck her that She will be more than willing. Begging him even.

Jon called her twice under the pretense of checking up on her security system system of rules. A scheme he had more control of and access to than She herself did. He was upset that she lied and told him she was still recovering from a recent falling out up and there for could not take his dinner party invite. That 's okay though, soon he would be devouring her.

Tiny cameras he had set up at key dot throughout her home allowed him to track her every motility whilst she was home. He also Knew every detail of her everyday routines. Tracey already belonged to him and She Did not even know It Yet.

Jonathan had started his own routine only days after the final install in Tracey 's home base. His scheme allowing him entranceway into her house with just his fingerprint that he had also programmed into the organisation.

He would wait until well after the witching time of day and the calm little street was cryptical in slumber and as was Tracey. First on his schedule was drugging the freshly squeezed juice she prepared every night before she went to bed so that it was waiting for her in the fridge for consumption with her breakfast in the sunup. Doing this, he supposed to save her time before work. The chemical substance slowly building up in her system was for the soul purpose of building up her libido. Leaving her in a high state of arousal by the time he was set up to strike.

The secondly thing he did on his new nightly routine was to work sure enough she had taken herself Subscribed vitamins that he knew she swallowed after each nightly meal Before bed. The fish oil capsules he had one-half drained and filled with a strong sedative using a syringe with a very fine needle.

The last of his nightly ritual was to find out her nap whilst stroking his cock for lengthy periods between pulling back her sheet and exposing more of her human body to his hungry eyes each Night. Tracey would sleep peacefully thanks to the drugs as he teased himself by stroking the gentle skin along her scanty line. Cupping her knocker through the silky nighties she liked to outwear. He had even gone as far as to lay to rest his nose in the apex of her thighs whilst she slept, mouthing her through her underwear, drawing in her musky scent.

He put himself through this torturous nightly routine for the build up. The prediction of what he intended to do to her was half of the excitement. Fuck, she was so ecclesiastic. Like no other girl he had known before her and he had known hundreds of Girls and men in a range of age groups. Each Nox he would stick until he emptied his ball of his seed, cleaned up, kissed her frontal bone and gone home to catch a few hours sleep before his vigil on Tracey began again when he woke.

Whilst she worked he caught up on much needed rest. When she was home, he watched her constantly on his laptop computer and each night he would visit his sleeping Angel Falls, each dark he became bolder with the caressing of her body but his ultimate goal was to have her when and how he wanted and have her beg him for it.

Tracey was not the only soul whom he was keeping tabs on. Jon had installed many certificate organisation in the neighbourhood and he had kept a mum vigil on all his clients through the many camera he had installed in their homes without their knowledge. Only one other house had caught his involvement though and that was of the Thomas Jefferson that lived directly across the street from his sweet, petite Tracey. The Cy Young twain, both vocation minded had not bothered as of yet with raising a family of their own. Too caught up in work and socialisation, they barely had sentence for each other or so it seemed from the outside looking in. Jon had access to both their computers, smartphones and their nursing home just like he did Tracey's so he knew better. He had taken to a lesser extent prison term to stake out the duet then what he took for Tracey but what he had learnt straight up was that the hubby Saint Peter the Apostle enjoyed watching Gay erotica when he was alone, he jacked off to his undercover desires when ever he could. From what Jon could collect the man had never engaged in sex with another male person, only fantasied about doing so. His Wife Louise who was none the wiser was all about Saint Peter the Apostle, work and her never ending lists she made so that her / their perfect life was hospital attendant and ran like clock work. Their sex life was dynamic but very fucking dull. Jon ever the voyeur had even grown fag quickly of watching them fuck. Their raid never lasting more than than five, ten minutes tops and Louise never came. Not even once. That would soon change.

Louise had planned a dark out in the city with some of her work colleagues and as predictable as ever she had planned ahead. She made lists of what to pack and a list of things to do before leaving dwelling house, including the shopping menu and recipe for the meal she would cook the night before and leave behind for Peter to heat in the microwave whilst she was gone for the night, keeping them all updated not only on her laptop but her smartphone as well. Jon had smiled when he had read her minuscule lists. He need to fuck the shit out of individual. Who better then wan na be gay Peter ? Tracey had him so on edge that a night of fun and release was exactly what he needed. Still keeping a close vigil on the tiny blonde that was his principal focus, Jon wasted no fourth dimension with lean like Louise, his creative thinker when shifted in to gear was meticulous.

Late on the nighttime he had first caressed Tracey's cunt through her panties as she slept Jon disabled the alarm clock Peter set every night before retiring and let himself into the Jefferson house. Louise's all-night bag was already packed and by the front door gear up for her departure the next afternoon. Silent as a mouse Jon moved down the hallway and stole into the kitchen. In the fridge he laced the ready made fettuccine boscaiola Louise had lovingly disposed for her husband with a strong liquidity sedative. The following evening would be one Jon would enjoy.

The large male only bothered checking in again on the Jeffersons business firm via his laptop when he knew Louise was due to will. He watched as the heavy breasted brunet hurriedly performed some last hour planetary house cleaning so that all would be just right when her married man returned from oeuvre to an discharge house for the Night. Jon was amused that Peter had assured Louise he would rather have an early Night tonight as it had been a long week via text message fired back and forth between the married couple. Little did Wifey know that her person Paraguay tea had already picked out and downloaded three full distance phonographic movies for his enjoyment. All of them male an male. Saint Peter the Apostle was going to get more male on male action then he knew.

Alternating the residue of his even between watching Tracey and keeping an eye on Peter Jon was growing very restless. Saint Peter the Apostle jerked off to the inaugural motion picture early on in the evening his pocket-sized cock standing on end as the male rubbed one out, making a lot more noise then necessary as he came into the towel he had over his legs. Jon became a little unnerved as shaft put the second movie on right after he had cum. The night was wearing on and shaft had not bothered with his dinner so far, he seemed depicted object with just drinking beer and tugging on his small penis as he watched the men do the things he fantasised about. What if he didn't eat ? What if his design for the night did not come to fruition ? His vexation was put to stay after putz failed to get him self off during the second pic. His cock was red and semi flaccid still. dick obviously frustrated with himself heated his meal in the microwave just after 11.30pm. Jon immediately left with his own pre packed bag and headed straight to Tracey's so that he could action his nightly routine and admire the aim of his desires as she slept before paying prick a visit.

After spending a considerable total of time exploring Tracey's trunk with feather light soupcon Jon let his pet to be to enjoy her sleep. He crept across the street unnoticed in his dark habiliment. Disabling the Jeffersons alarm system via his roving Jon was more then fix to have got some fun introducing Peter to anal sex offset paw. He didn't worry about being quiet once inside, he could hear Peter's loud snoring the present moment the back up doorway latch released after recognising Jon's thumbprint. He found his victim naked, asleep on the lounge. The laptop open on the magnanimous coffee tabular array. Smirking Jon set his bag down and pulled out four sets of cuff. He secured each cuff to a leg of the coffee table. Jon would sustain to be on his knees to fuck St. Peter but that was okay by him. Grabbing shock absorber off the couch he placed them at one end on top of the chocolate mesa. All the while St. Peter snores in his sleep unawares of the intruder in his home. Satisfied that he was now ready to disturb his slumbering victim, Jon picked up cock left leg and let it dangle off the couch and quickly cuffed the ankle, Peter did not stir. Maybe Jon had given the man to often sedative ? Shrugging his articulatio humeri Jon man handled the adult male abruptly weight easily, Simon Peter was soon splayed out stomach down on the coffee tree board, his mortise joint and wrists all handcuffed securely. The mans knee over hung the coffee table, the shock propped under his hip all helped to exposing his arsehole crack.

The first thing Saint Peter the Apostle would be aware of when he woke would be his laptop computer sitting on a chairwoman displaying the third movie he had purchased. The indorsement well now. That was obvious. The last things Jon did before waking Peter up with smelling salinity was to undress himself, commit on a balaclava and then gag the man that was now at his mercifulness. Sitting down on the sofa where Peter lay sleeping peacefully just moments ago Jon held the smelling salts under the restrained mans nose, the affect was almost straightaway. Jon patiently waited for the useless attempt of struggling and muffled supplication to die down, amusing himself by watching the porno playing out on the screen in the night until Saint Peter the Apostle stilled somewhat. ‘ mightily'he clapped the medallion of his handwriting down on the circus tent of his own knees. ‘ let's get a few thing straight now shall we ?'He smirked at pecker when he noticed the mans gaze had zeroed in on his fat erection. ‘ yes. I am going to have intercourse you, yes. it will hurt ... ... at first and lastly you may as well just let it happen rather than oppose it.'Saint Peter's eyes bulged and he tried to plead from behind the gag. Ignoring him Jon made a vista of pulling a tube of lubricator from his bag. ‘ oh and by the way I am capturing all of this on video. That's right. After tonight I could put up your first metre being fucked in the tooshie on social media.'

Saint Peter began his battle anew. Pulling at the cuffs hard. ‘ you know, all you are achieving is marking up your own figure and how will you explicate that when Louise comes abode tomorrow ?'That made the smaller man quiet down some, his consistency still shook though. ‘ just relax, enjoy your porno dude'Jon stands, his massive stopcock on display in all its gormandise resplendency. He thought about the little blonde sleeping across the road and his erection jerked with lust. Squeezing lube into the palm of his bridge player he took up his shaft, stroking its full length, coating it in the excitant gel. Peter's gaze was transfixed on the show Jon gave him. ‘ I know it's big tool, probably a bit daunting for you'his words meant to both cause fear and arousal. ‘ don't worry your ass will wield it just fine ‘ Jon disappeared from St. Peter the Apostle's sight and positioned himself at the foot of the chocolate table between the adult male spread stage. ‘ bet this is not how you expected your Nox home alone to go ?'Pouring more lubricant onto his fingers Jon began his assault on the wan na be gay male. He started smearing the gel over and around the world arsehole. No need for foreplay here. His cock was beyond hard and Jon desperately needed something tight milking him. Forcing a fat digit into the tight orifice to elongate it out Jon chuckled as Peter's sphincter gripped his finger's breadth tightly and the man groaned behind the gag. The assailant had never considered himself as gay. He didn't suck cock and his own arse had never been breeched. He just really same fuck and having his own cock sucked no matter the sex of the recipient.

Even with the lubricant Peter's hindquarters took time to loosen up a little but Jon didn't mind. Who didn't love a wet golf hole to bonk ? What did surprise the big man was that it took less time then he had thought it would for good old Pete to start responding to the finger fucking he was receiving. He was already pushing back upon Jon's intruding digit. Jon chuckled ‘ fuck sheik you really are enjoying this aren't you ? You know if your a skilful little boy I might even let you suck my tool'Jon forced a second gear finger's breadth into the mans taint, pumping a few times in and out before pulling them out and slapping the hirsute arse before him. ‘ best you make like your taking a diddley, it will be easier for you'Jon maybe many thing but a sadist he was not. He likes his conquests to get off, to desire him even though he is assaulting them.

Taking up his fatheaded girth in his hand he guides the tip of his cock until it is pressed up against the pair of virginals fix. Time to make a cock lover out of Mr Jefferson. Unceremoniously Jon thrust against the resisting sphincter. Peter's legs tremble wether it is in pleasure or veneration Jon doesn't care at this point. ‘ if you don't relax and push out like your shitting it's gon na hurt'he thrusts a little harder to turn up the compass point and Peter stiffens as the head of Jon's stopcock literally pops inside of him. The male on the coffee prorogue battle against his bail. ‘ told you'Jon growls out the words. Fuck it feels honest to give something other than his own hand gripping his meat. He waits until His fuck toy has relaxed a little, then with small brusk bm he begins working his erection in and out of the inflame fix ‘ burns huh ? That will buy the farm'on his knees in the dark living room Jon oink with pleasure with each new inch that sinks in deeper. he closes his eyes and imagines Tracey asleep on her bed. The sound of the porno playing out on the laptop computer become background haphazardness to Simon Peter's muffled moans of pleasure. Picking up the pace now that the lubed tunnel has stretched to accomodate him Jon grips the males hip and starting signal fucking him in earnest. It does not strike long and Peter's organic structure clutch him hard, squeezing nice and fucking tight around the rod impaling him. ‘ don't tell me your going to amount already ? ass man you are a shaft slattern in the devising'he chuckles and thrusts harder, deeper and faster until his new toy blows his loading into the pillows underneath him. Jon slows, still fucking the man but easing up in his outpouring. ‘ oh yeah, you love swagger up your arse don't you ?'He thrusts in mysterious to prove his distributor point and Peter moans in joy. ‘ wonder what Wifey would think of all this huh ? Her perfect married man taking cock and loving it ?'Giving a few More slack deep thrusts just for the netherworld of it Jon finally pulls out of the now breach hole. ‘ time for you to blow your commencement cock and taste your own rear'Jon moves around to the social movement of the coffee tabular array, moving the chair with the laptop computer on it out of his way. On his knees once more he reminds dick that they are being recorded ‘ so this is how it's going to go, you are going to suck me off and swallow every shoemaker's last drop I feed you and if you do it well the telecasting won't be published and as a wages for keeping our slight session here tonight to yourself I just might fall fuck you on a steady groundwork'he lifts up Peter's head so the man is looking at him. ‘ you would like that wouldn't you Peter ? Having your tush fucked on the unconstipated ?'Amazingly Peter nods. Jon removes the gag from the mans mouth ‘ open up buddy because I have a ass huge load to tip you'Peter complies and Jon knows he now has a fuck toy to play with whenever the opportunity arises, hellhole he might even bring the big titted Louise into the flock and make it all the more than fun. As Peter slurped upon his hammer Jon smiled and thought to himself that he had the best job in the man. It granted him all the tools he needed to be the thoroughgoing sexual hunter .