function one.

Tracey :

Tracey lives in a relatively quiet neighborhood. One that until recently had never known much in the way of crime. A spate of planetary house break-ins in the prompt surroundings had seen many of the resident physician arm their menage with the latest in home protection. This new applied science came with a sizeable damage tag, but it also came highly recommended. After learning that those who had the home security installed already and were all more than delight with it 's public presentation and that they felt safer, more secure in their homes once more seen Tracey have the device installed in her own household. One can never be too thrifty, especially when you lived on your own.

The guy that installed her new home security was to a greater extent than helpful. It took ten form days to have it fully fitted to her home. Six of those Day seen The womanhood in her mid twenties having to trust the installer to work at her theater whilst she herself was at work. Tracey worked region fourth dimension as an editor program for a pocket-sized publishing company three days a week, the rest of her meter was taken up by her own writing or prison term spent at the gym. She had been successful with a few whole shebang of fabrication that had earned her a sizable piffling sum that she squirrelled away and was now using to pay for add up safety in her home.

When the installation was complete the man she now knew as Jonathan sat her down and helped her upload software onto her laptop that helped her control all aspects of the arrangement. An app was also uploaded to her smart headphone and both devices, then synced together and with the security organisation.

Jon also helped her add two of her fingerprints to the now keyless entry to her menage and to that of the new display monitor on the paries in her kitchen. She was thrilled to con she could assure her fundamental heating, lights and horrify all from her phone when she was not even family ! Yep, definitely worth its price tag she had thought to herself.

workweek went by and Tracey 's day by day routine was back to normal, uninterrupted by works being carried out on her rest home. She had to admit she felt a totally lot safer now that she had the later in home security. It certainly came in Handy now that the weather was turning and the nights and days were growing ever warmer too. There were no more reports of planetary house burglary in the arena. The neighborhood had returned to its quiet, peaceful, leafy ego once more.

Jonathan had called a duo of times to insure that all was working well and up to standard. Upon the second outcry 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 introduce. And that she had recently been through an upsetting interruption up of a long kinship.

This was not entirely true, in fact, it had been well over two twelvemonth since her ex had broken It off, dumping her for another cleaning woman. Leaving a Whitney Young Tracey with trust and loyalty issuing. He seemed to accept this alibi and she heard no more from the man that Installed her dwelling house security measures.

Jonathan :

The present moment he laid his eyes upon the petite blonde he was smitten. Not only was she well-situated on the eye, but Tracey was friendly, civilised, accommodating. Always asking if he would like a drink or a bite. She had even prepared him a lunch time repast on the Clarence Day she was at home whilst he worked there. All of these things and more told Jonathan that this girl was the one.

He became fixate on her, pouring through her estimator when she was not home plate, careful to cover any path he may bear made whilst doing so. He learnt a lot about her in those days she was at work. She was an only child, her parents having her later in life has seen them already living in a comfortable retirement village a ten hr cause up the slide from their Daughter.

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

Jon did n't wish much for how she might feel about him. No matter what Tracey would be his. He had perfected his method, learnt from the mistakes he had made with former women and men he had stalked, Fucked and made to obey him until he tired of them. Tracey he doubted he would ever wear out of though. She had a perfect little body, rich tits and a firm bottom that he had a flavour had never been breached.

sedation was his pet method, not that Jonathan couldn't pull chicks the conventional way, he was a beneficial looking specimen, fit and muscular, he just preferred his way of scoring with the ladies and the Gents for that matter. Through tribulation and error he had finally got it down pat. A concoction of his own design that he would slowly feed to her over the course of a few weeks before he made her his. She would be so ripe for the plucking by the time he was cook to finally fuck her that She will be to a greater extent than willing. Begging him even.

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

Tiny cameras he had set up at key head throughout her nursing home allowed him to cross her every move whilst she was home. He also Knew every detail of her day-by-day routines. Tracey already belonged to him and She Did not even have intercourse It Yet.

Jonathan had started his own routine only days after the final install in Tracey 's family. His system allowing him accounting entry into her firm with just his fingerprint that he had also programmed into the system.

He would wait until well after the witching hour and the quiet little street was deep in slumber and as was Tracey. starting time on his agenda was drugging the freshly squeezed succus 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 dayspring. Doing this, he supposed to save her time before work. The chemical slowly building up in her scheme was for the soul role of building up her libido. Leaving her in a high commonwealth of foreplay by the time he was fix to strike.

The second thing he did on his new nightly routine was to cause sure enough she had taken herself Subscribed vitamins that he knew she swallowed after each nightly meal Before bed. The Fish oil abridgement he had half drained and filled with a hard tranquillizing using a syringe with a very fine needle.

The last of his nightly ritual was to determine her nap whilst stroking his cock for lengthy menstruation between pulling back her sheet and exposing Thomas More of her flesh to his athirst optic each nighttime. Tracey would sleep peacefully thanks to the drugs as he teased himself by stroking the soft skin along her panty line. Cupping her breasts through the silky nighties she liked to break. He had even gone as far as to bury his nose in the apex of her thigh 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 anticipation of what he intended to do to her was one-half of the excitement. Fuck, she was so divine. Like no other young lady he had known before her and he had known C of Girls and men in a range of age groups. Each night he would appease until he emptied his balls of his cum, cleaned up, kissed her forehead and gone base to catch a few hour sleep before his vigil on Tracey began again when he woke.

Whilst she worked he caught up on much needed nap. When she was dwelling, he watched her constantly on his laptop and each nighttime he would visit his sleeping angel, each night he became bolder with the necking of her eubstance 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 person whom he was keeping check on. Jon had installed many protection organization in the neck of the woods and he had kept a soundless vigil on all his clients through the many cameras he had installed in their homes without their noesis. Only one other family had caught his pastime though and that was of the President Jefferson that lived directly across the street from his sweet, petite Tracey. The young twain, both career minded had not bothered as of yet with raising a family of their own. Too caught up in piece of work and socializing, they barely had meter for each other or so it seemed from the outdoor looking in. Jon had admission to both their computers, smartphones and their domicile just like he did Tracey's so he knew better. He had taken LE time to stakes out the pair then what he took for Tracey but what he had learnt straight up was that the married man Peter enjoyed watching Gay porn when he was alone, he jacked off to his secret desires when ever he could. From what Jon could gather the man had never engaged in sex with another male, only fantasied about doing so. His married woman Louise who was none the wiser was all about prick, work and her never ending lean she made so that her / their gross life was orderly and ran like clock work. Their sex spirit was active but very fucking dull. Jon ever the voyeur had even grown weary quickly of watching them fuck. Their forays never lasting to a greater extent than five, ten minutes tops and Louise never came. Not even once. That would soon change.

Louise had planned a night out in the city with some of her oeuvre co-worker and as predictable as ever she had planned ahead. She made tilt of what to pack and a list of thing to do before leaving menage, including the shopping menu and recipe for the repast she would prepare the night before and give 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 petty listing. He need to have a go at it the squat out of soul. Who better then wan na be gay Peter ? Tracey had him so on bound that a night of fun and sack was exactly what he needed. Still keeping a close watch on the tiny blond that was his chief focus, Jon wasted no time with inclination like Louise, his mind when shifted in to gear was meticulous.

Late on the nighttime he had first caressed Tracey's twat through her panties as she slept Jon disabled the alarm prick set every night before retiring and let himself into the Jefferson menage. Louise's overnight bag was already packed and by the forepart door ready for her departure the succeeding afternoon. Silent as a mouse Jon moved down the hall and stole into the kitchen. In the fridge he laced the ready made fettuccine boscaiola Louise had lovingly prepared for her hubby with a strong liquid depressant. The next evening would be one Jon would enjoy.

The great Male only bothered checking in again on the Jeffersons house via his laptop when he knew Louise was due to leave. He watched as the backbreaking breasted brunet hurriedly performed some last moment house cleaning so that all would be just right when her Husband returned from oeuvre to an empty house for the night. Jon was amused that Peter had assured Louise he would rather take an early night tonight as it had been a long week via textual matter messages fired back and Forth between the marital couple. Little did Wifey know that her individual married person had already picked out and downloaded three full duration phonographic film for his use. All of them male an male. Peter was going to get more male on manlike military action then he knew.

Alternating the residuum of his evening between watching Tracey and keeping an eye on Peter Jon was growing very restless. Peter jerked off to the low gear movie early on in the evening his pocket-size rooster standing on end as the male rubbed one out, making a lot more disturbance then necessary as he came into the towel he had over his wooden leg. Jon became a little unnerved as Saint Peter the Apostle put the second movie on rightfulness after he had cum. The dark was wearing on and St. Peter the Apostle had not bothered with his dinner so far, he seemed content with just drinking beer and tugging on his small member as he watched the men do the matter he fantasised about. What if he didn't eat ? What if his plan for the night did not come to fruition ? His business concern was put to breathe after peter failed to get him self off during the second pic. His tool was red and tractor trailer flaccid still. Peter obviously frustrated with himself heated his meal in the microwave oven just after 11.30pm. Jon immediately left with his own pre packed bag and headed straight to Tracey's so that he could run his nightly quotidian and admire the target of his desires as she slept before paying Peter a visit.

After spending a considerable amount of time exploring Tracey's body with feather calorie-free skin senses Jon let his pet to be to savour her slumber. He crept across the street unnoticed in his dark clothing. Disabling the Thomas Jefferson alarum via his Mobile River Jon was more then cook to have some fun introducing Peter to anal sex first base hand. He didn't worry about being placidity once inside, he could take heed dick's loud snoring the instant the back door latch released after recognising Jon's thumbprint. He found his dupe naked, asleep on the lounge. The laptop surface on the gravid burnt umber mesa. Smirking Jon set his bag down and pulled out four circle of manacle. He secured each cuff to a leg of the coffee table. Jon would let to be on his knees to fuck putz but that was okay by him. Grabbing cushions off the sofa he placed them at one end on top of the coffee bean table. All the while dick snores in his catch some Z's unawares of the intruder in his home. Satisfied that he was now ready to stir up his slumbering dupe, Jon picked up Peters left leg and let it drop off the lounge and quickly cuffed the ankle, dick did not stir. Maybe Jon had given the man to much downer ? Shrugging his berm Jon man handled the mans bushed weight easily, cock was soon splayed out stomach down on the coffee bean board, his mortise joint and wrists all handcuffed securely. The valet knee joint over hung the deep brown table, the cushions propped under his hips all helped to exposing his arse crack.

The for the first time thing tool would be aware of when he woke would be his laptop sitting on a professorship displaying the tertiary pic he had purchased. The moment well now. That was obvious. The last things Jon did before waking Peter up with smelling common salt was to undress himself, deplumate on a balaclava helmet and then gag the man that was now at his clemency. Sitting down on the couch where Peter lay sleeping peacefully just second ago Jon held the smelling SALT under the restrained mans nose, the affect was almost contiguous. Jon patiently waited for the useless attempts of struggling and muffled pleas to die down, amusing himself by watching the pornography playing out on the screen in the dark until Saint Peter the Apostle stilled somewhat. ‘ right'he clapped the palms of his script down on the tops of his own articulatio genus. ‘ let's get a few things straight now shall we ?'He smirked at Peter when he noticed the mans gaze had zeroed in on his fat erection. ‘ yes. I am going to fuck you, yes. it will hurt ... ... at first and lastly you may as well just let it happen rather than fight it.'Saint Peter's oculus bulged and he tried to plead from behind the gag. Ignoring him Jon made a scene of pulling a tube of lubricant from his bag. ‘ oh and by the way I am capturing all of this on TV. That's right. After tonight I could post your first time being fucked in the arse on mixer media.'

peter began his struggle anew. Pulling at the manacle hard. ‘ you know, all you are achieving is marking up your own flesh and how will you explain that when Louise comes home plate tomorrow ?'That made the lowly man quiet down some, his torso still shook though. ‘ just relax, enjoy your porn buster'Jon stands, his massive rooster on display in all its binge glory. He thought about the footling blonde sleeping across the road and his hard-on jerked with lust. Squeezing lube into the ribbon of his hired man he took up his shaft, stroking its total length, coating it in the stimulant drug gel. Peter's gaze was transfixed on the show Jon gave him. ‘ I know it's big Peter, probably a bit daunting for you'his word of honor meant to both cause care and rousing. ‘ don't worry your ass will handle it just alright ‘ Jon disappeared from Peter's sight and positioned himself at the base of the coffee table between the human spread legs. ‘ bet this is not how you expected your night home alone to go ?'Pouring more lubricant onto his fingers Jon began his violation on the wan na be gay Male. He started smearing the gel over and around the mans arsehole. No need for foreplay here. His cock was beyond strong and Jon desperately needed something tight milking him. Forcing a fat finger into the miserly porta to stretch it out Jon chuckled as Peter's anatomical sphincter gripped his finger tightly and the man groaned behind the gag. The assailant had never considered himself as gay. He didn't suck shaft and his own arse had never been breeched. He just really alike fucking and having his own cock sucked no matter the sex of the recipient.

Even with the lubricator Peter's arse took fourth dimension to relax up a petty but Jon didn't mind. Who didn't love a tight hole to fuck ? What did surprise the large man was that it took less time then he had thought it would for trade good old Pete to start responding to the finger fucking he was receiving. He was already pushing back upon Jon's intruding finger's breadth. Jon chuckled ‘ fuck dude you really are enjoying this aren't you ? You know if your a good little boy I might even let you suck in my cock'Jon forced a second base finger into the adult male taint, pumping a few times in and out before pulling them out and slapping the hairy arse before him. ‘ best you make like your taking a shit, it will be easier for you'Jon maybe many things but a sadist he was not. He likes his conquering to get off, to desire him even though he is assaulting them.

Taking up his thick girth in his handwriting he guides the tip of his cock until it is pressed up against the virginal hole. Time to draw a cock lover out of Mr President Jefferson. Unceremoniously Jon button against the resisting sphincter. Saint Peter the Apostle's legs tremble wether it is in pleasure or fear Jon doesn't guardianship at this stage. ‘ if you don't relax and bear on out like your shitting it's gon na hurt'he thrusts a little harder to prove the point and Peter stiffens as the head of Jon's cock literally pops inside of him. The male on the umber table struggles against his bonds. ‘ told you'Jon growls out the watchword. Fuck it feels dear to have something other than his own hand gripping his kernel. He waits until His fuck toy has relaxed a little, then with small abruptly move he begins working his erection in and out of the stir up muddle ‘ burns huh ? That will fall'on his stifle in the dark support room Jon grunt with pleasance with each new in that sinks in deeper. he closes his center and imagines Tracey asleep on her bed. The sounds of the smut playing out on the laptop computer become background noise to Peter's muffled moan of joy. Picking up the tread now that the lubricate tunnel has stretched to accomodate him Jon grips the males hip joint and starts fucking him in earnest. It does not take long and Peter's consistence travelling bag him hard, squeezing nice and fucking blind drunk around the rod impaling him. ‘ don't recount me your going to come already ? Fuck man you are a cock slut in the making'he chuckles and jabbing harder, deeper and faster until his new toy blows his lode into the pillows underneath him. Jon slows, still fucking the man but easing up in his onslaught. ‘ oh yeah, you love cock up your hind end don't you ?'He thrusts in deep to prove his point and shaft groan in delectation. ‘ wonder what Wifey would believe of all this huh ? Her sodding husband taking turncock and loving it ?'Giving a few more slow late jabbing just for the inferno of it Jon finally pulls out of the now gaping hole. ‘ fourth dimension for you to suck your firstly cock and savour your own fanny'Jon moves around to the forepart of the deep brown tabular array, moving the hot seat with the laptop on it out of his way. On his stifle once more he reminds Peter that they are being recorded ‘ so this is how it's going to go, you are going to suck me off and unsay every last bead I feed you and if you do it swell the video won't be published and as a reward for keeping our little academic session here tonight to yourself I just might come screw you on a unconstipated basis'he lifts up St. Peter's head so the man is looking at him. ‘ you would like that wouldn't you Peter ? Having your can fucked on the regular ?'Amazingly Peter nods. Jon removes the gag from the humankind mouth ‘ unfold up pal because I have a fucking vast incumbrance to feed you'prick complies and Jon knows he now has a ass toy to play with whenever the opportunity arises, hell he might even wreak the big titted Louise into the sheepfold and pee-pee it all the more fun. As Simon Peter slurped upon his cock Jon smiled and thought to himself that he had the trump job in the macrocosm. It granted him all the tools he needed to be the utter sexual Hunter .