I was a 52-year-old happily married father when my universe turned top down in an New York minute. My wife and I had been planning a vacation for several month with my 17-year-old daughter. We were going to spend 16 days with her parents in the Bahamas, fishing, skiing and hanging on the beach. We were leaving on Friday evening returning 2 weeks later, on Dominicus. It was going to be the retentive holiday I had ever taken. I am a National Sales managing director for a declamatory ship's company and was never willing to necessitate that many days away from work. It was the summer before my girl 's elderly year and may be the final prospect for a long vacation together.

I was in the office early on Friday to enfold matter up before leaving, when a friend of mine from our great customer called and told me his direction team was no longer glad with our overhaul and were ready to careen 100 % of their business to our contender. After much groveling and assuring him, we valued them as a client, he shared some information regarding what he thought it would lease to ferment matter around. They felt our Account Manager was taking them for granted and they could see a important cost deliverance with our competition.

I convinced them to give us one week to follow in with a new plan to retain the business, increase our service and abridge costs. There was no way to get Thomas More clip, so I would hold to decamp the vacation. I was able-bodied to convince my wife to go without me with the hope I would join them in exactly 1 week and eat up out the holiday with them.

I arranged for my management squad to get along in Saturday afternoon to begin the recuperation plan for our turn one client. My plan was to hold a tipple done by Tuesday to survey and finalize on Wednesday. We would have dinner with our client Thursday dark and surrender the auction pitch on Fri dawning. I would jumpstart on the airplane Friday evening and catch up with the family and have 8 days together. I got home Friday evening, dropped my family at the airdrome and returned to a quiet empty house.

It had been a really tenacious day and I just wanted to decompress and get a dear night 's sleep. I grabbed a beer and a microwave oven dinner ; my head was spinning with the day 's outcome. I had to fire my report manager since his largest report was not willing to work with him any longer. He had worked for me for 7 days, had a wife and 3 tike. It was the hardest thing I think I had ever done. I realized I would postulate more than beer, so I got out the bottle of high-end tequila I had brought back from a business trip to Mexico.

quaternion snap later I was still too weave up to even think about slumber. I found my wife 's old Ambien pre***********ion, took one and dusted off the Jet tub in the john. The Jacuzzi tub would surely relax me. I made it about as hot as I could endure it, turned on the jets and climbed in. The jets on my neck were great, and I could experience the tension leaving my body. I turned my eubstance to let the jets work their magic on other parts of my trunk. After a few moments the hot stream rushed over my cock, causing it to stir, bringing back memories of my teen years.

My parents bought a hot tub and put it in our cellar. Whenever I was home alone, I would get naked in the hot tub and let the jets pulse the sweet spot on the head of my peter until I blew my wad in the hot tub. It was the near thing to a snow job I ever got at 15 years old. I would have some of the strongest orgasms of my life history ( at that metre ), as those magic jets brought me off without having to do the work myself.

Here I am 37 age later about to do it again. I snapped out of it and told myself I did not need to masturbate any more, I am 52 years old dammit ! I laid back and relaxed with my dick pointing up at me, I closed my eyes and drifted off. Sometime later I woke up, the water, noticeably ice chest and it was completely dreary outside. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. ( My dick still half operose ). I was feeling better and thought, I can get some sleep and be productive tomorrow. I really believed, for the first time, we could redeem this customer. I looked at my naked dead body in the mirror thinking, I looked damned good for my age. I gripped my pecker, shook it at my thoughtfulness and did a Tim the tool man grunt. Thinking I got this !

I dropped my towel, strutted naked into my darkness bedroom, when my heart stopped as I glanced a silhouette of a man in the bedroom threshold. Suddenly the silence was shattered as he yelled, `` halt ! ``

I stopped, swaying, trying not to swoon from shock. I stammered, `` P, P, Please, take whatever you want ... just do n't hur ... ''

He yelled louder, `` Sit your ass on the bed and do n't run ... Do n't speak and maybe you will get out of this animated ! ``

While he spoke 2 more than men stepped in the door behind him. As I sat down on the bound of the bed, I tried to subtly get a look at them, but it was hard in the darkness. I could see the first one had what looked like inkiness blue jean, a long-sleeved fateful T-shirt, and a dark ski mask. I noticed the others were wearing hoodies and sloppy pants, and probably had masks also. As I was trying to pinch a look, he lunged toward me, he raised his arm up quickly and brought it down with lightning speed. I could not differentiate what was in his hand as there was a sudden gibe of pain across my back, as the snap of a belt shattered the silence.

He growled, `` If you want to live, sit there, stare at the floor, do n't move, do n't speak ! '' As he shoved the whack against my cheek, he added, `` Nod if you understand. ``

I nodded obediently. I was sitting with my script clenched between my wooden leg, looking straight down at my lap. I was shaking uncontrollably as I noticed my phallus had retracted like a turtle headway pulled into its shell.

The rap was shoved into the incline of my head teacher as he repeated, `` I said, do n't move ! ``

As I began to respire deeply, trying to stop shaking, and think about a design to get free, he began suspiration and John Rock back and Forth nervously. I thought about trying to talk to him and see if I could tranquillise him down, but my back was still reeling from the lashing with the belt. I did not require to select a luck at angering him. He sighed heavily, and I detected motion again as the sting of the rap exploded on my cheek and temple. I let out a half grunt and half wow, as I brought my hand up to the area of pain.

'' Well, hell ! '' He exclaimed. `` What the fucking are we going to do with you ? This place was supposed to be vacate tonight ! ``

He grabbed the person to his right wing and pushed him forward until he stood a couple of foot in figurehead of me. I could see his feet as I stared at the level. I dared not look up.

The leader spoke again, `` turn 3 will stay on with you while number 2 and I get the stuff and load up the car. If you move, he will whip you. If you speak, he will tase you. '' The duskiness was shattered, by the spark of a taser.

He continued, `` Nod if you understand. ``

I nodded sheepishly. The other 2 turned and left the room. I sat there trying not to act for so long it began to hurt. My bodyguard was shuffling nervously the total time. I thought about trying to peach but did not require to experience a taser. I slowly tried to tilt me maneuver up to see if eye contact might help. thwack ! Pain sprout across my back again.

He commanded, `` Lay face down on the bed. And I mean face down ! ``

I turned around quickly and lay face down, branch at my slope, legs together. I lay there not sure what to do, hoping to God that the swath did not bite me again. Thwack ! The belt snapped across my ass nerve !

'' You have been warned for the lastly clock time ! '' Thwack ! Thwack ! Thwack !

I clenched with each hit. crying leaked from my eyes. I lay with my face buried in the bed gap, naked defenseless, stale and afraid. The tears continued as I lay there motionless for what seemed like eternity.

I could hear the other 2 enter the way. I could see the lightly turn on. They shuffled around, and I could find out them whispering, but could not puddle it out.

Finally, the loss leader spoke up `` Sit on the boundary of the bed, feel at the floor and do not strike, do not verbalise ! ``

He continued as I sat up and looked at the storey. `` We have a way that you can get out of this alive. If you do exactly as we command, without hesitation, without speaking, unless we tell you to, we have a plan that gives us indemnity that you do not go to the law or even tell anyone we were here. If you do not conform to rules of order, you will be punished. Nod if you understand. ``

I nodded and stared at the trading floor. He moved in front of me. His helping hand rubbed up the spine of my head, clutched a handful of my hairsbreadth, pulling my head back until I looked into his middle through his ski mask. His smile was like something from a horror moving picture. He rotated my head to the face. I could see the former hoodlum in a gray hoodie and baggy sweats holding our video recording camera. He rotated my head to the early face, and I could see the man that had been guarding me standing there, also in a mask, hoodie and sweats. His sweat suit had a collapsible shelter in movement from his half firmly prick. His smile was downright devious.

The color left my face and my cock shriveled even more as realism hit habitation. I had to get out of this. I gently shook my head. He pulled me up to put up me up and reckon me in the eye.

He snarled as he spoke, `` You fucked this Night up so there is only one way for you to make it right. You were not supposed to be here. Not only do you show up, but you show up naked and get figure 3 all excited. So, you are going to star in a little movie tonight ... ''

I could not serve myself and cut in, `` I have money ! Please, I am not gay. I promise I will not enjoin ! ``

He yanked my oral sex back and spun me around until I was facing the boner guy. boo-boo punched me in the stomach. The air left my lungs as I doubled over. Before I knew what was happening, the drawing card pulled me down and lay me over his lap. He grabbed the back of my neck and shoved my head toward the base. The belted ammunition cracked over my hollo ass over and over, the pain was intense.

Crying like a sister, I pleaded, `` Ok ! Please stop ! ``

At least 10 lashes later, my ass on firing, he pulled my chief up and grunted into my ear. `` We own you asshole ! Say it ! ``

Needing the pain in the ass to barricade, I shouted, `` You own me ! ``

As quickly as it began, he relaxed stood me up and sat me on the bed. He gently stroked the top of my head and smiled.

'' Now you understand, '' he said smirking at me.

He moved his helping hand to my cheek, knelt in front of me and brought his face so close our noses briefly touched.

He continued in a equanimity representative, '' As I said, you are going to star in a little movie. You will do exactly as you are told and with much exuberance. You will service routine 3 in any way he wants. If at any point he is not convinced you are enjoying being his bitch, the party is over, and we will go forth no attestor. He gripped the back of my neck opening again. If that happens, number 3 leaves unsatisfied. We know how to get into your little palace. After your funeral, we may need to come back, so your pin-up wife and daughter can service him ! ``

The rage and fright were too practically, I began to cry, I lowered my head in submission and nodded.

He took in a trench breath and continued his fiat with a smile of conquest, `` OK, here is how it is going to go. Number 2 is the cameraman. When I say activeness, you will send packing to your knee joint on floor, look up at issue 3 and repeat the play along lines. ``

'' I am a cocksucker. I have always been a cocksucker. I want to service your cock until you cum in my mouth. ``

'' Then you will help necessitate his cock out for him and fulfill your destiny as a cock sucker. You will service him in any way he commands like you love it. When he is slaked, we will take in the movie with us. If the police force are in any way contacted, we will screw, and copies of the movie will show up in every mailbox in the neighborhood and in the mail to every extremity of you company board of directors. Look at figure 3, nod, and give him a big smile if you understand ''

I looked at the leader pleadingly. He just smiled and tilted his head toward phone number 3. Looking down, I could see his hard on was full moon on through his sweats. I just told myself to call in the great blowjob I had seen in porn movies over the years. I would imagine being on the receiving end and get through this. As I noticed the wet post at the peak of number 3 's tent, I put on a smile, looked him in the optic ( through his masquerade ) and nodded my understanding.

His grinning grew huge as he stepped back a couple tone eyeing me up. I had almost forgotten I was completely naked. My rooster was still completely retracted.

Suddenly I was startled back to reality with the shout of `` Action ! ``

As the cameraman zoomed out to get me into view, I froze for a arcsecond and then slid off the bed onto my knees. His wet spot was boastful. He was rocking his hips waving his tent from side of meat to side. I crawled over until the wet collapsible shelter was inches from my face. I could reek his pre-cum through the sweats. Oh no ... what were my crease ...

I looked up at him and began in a potent voice than I imagined, `` I am a cocksucker. I was born a cocksucker. Please feed me that beautiful cock until you cum in my oral cavity ! ``

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the camera taking it all in. His breathing was heavy as he drooled down at me. He thrust his head toward the straining sweatpants in front of me and let out a grunt. In my mind I told myself it was my putz being serviced.

I reached up and grabbed the waistband of his sweats. His stomach was loyal as I slid them slowly down. I had to pull them way out to clear up his 8-inch rod. His underwear came with it. I was facial expression to face with the head of his hard hammer. I remembered that my fantasise cock sucking always had me completely naked below the shank, so I worked his sweats and underwear down to the floor. He willingly stepped out of his clothes.

As I worked my way back up, I rubbed my custody gently up his muscular but smooth inside thighs. He sighed and squirmed as I slowly caressed my way up. My married woman hardly ever licks my balls even though she knows I love when she does.

I inched my mouth closer to his ball letting my hot breathing time touch them first, caressing his thighs as ending to his cock as I could get without touching. As my mouthpiece got faithful, I could feel the heat from his sack. I noticed it was shaved ! I looked up at him because the aphrodisiac thing my wife had ever done was look up at me while working my testicle with her tongue.

He was going crazy as I reached my knife slowly out looking him in the eyes as I gently traced his hot balls with my tongue. His cock was at full attention waving as he wiggled longingly. His balls were so warm I was amazed. I stuck it out as far as I could, wiggle my spit back and forth gently lifting his orb as my nose nuzzled against the base of his hammer. I took a mysterious breathing spell and could smack his manhood. I gently gripped the bag of his rooster. It was like gripping the raging firmest banana, I ever felt. I continued to lick every inch of his nuts, wiggling my head back and forth, picking up speed and squeezing his hot dick firmly at the base. I was purposely not working the sensitive tip.

I heard the camera man trouser, `` fuck he is a instinctive prick sucker. I am gon na blow just watching. ``

I slowly pulled my head away keeping the hairgrip on his steaming hard on. I looked at his pulsating dick school principal. It had a huge glob of pre-cum sitting on the tip. As I tilted the head toward me it began to drip off, I stuck out my tongue to catch it and brought it up to conform to the bottom of his tool head. It tasted mellifluous than I imagined. As I rubbed his rooster capitulum back and forth across my outstretched tongue, the taste and the scent started a inspiration in my cock that I could hardly believe. It was almost like honey. His dick was hot and unvoiced like granite, but the hide was so smooth. I kept teasing it with my tongue. It was like every heart in my body was electrified. My heart was racing, my breathing growing more speedy. My peter was coming to full attention. I could not hold off another second to bring him in my mouth.

As I backup to engross it in, he pulled me violently by the hair and drug me to the bed. He was trying to throw me on the bed by my hair. I threw myself on the bed to lessen the infliction. He forced me on my vertebral column and pulled me by the hair's-breadth until my oral sex hung over the border of the bed. The tv camera man zoomed in on my bungle, which was fading fast with the pain in my scalp.

He stepped forward and straddled my principal. His knock off bollock hanging down 3 column inch below his rooster. He lowered them to my lips as I kissed his left one and then his right. I brought my mitt up and gently worked his hot crank into my gaping sass. I gently swirled my tongue around and around. He moaned and stood up as his clod popped like a Champagne bob from my backtalk. He lowered himself back down and began to grind his bollock over my brass, forcing my nose into his ass.

I gasped for a breath and got a filthy whiff of his prick. After various minutes the feeling was beginning grow on me. I was licking his balls, nose in his ass. He reached down and grabbed the backrest of my head, gyrated his rose hip pressing my eager natural language against his balls harder, forcing my nose into his ass. He pressed his thighs into my shoulder forcing my face and knife against his son of a bitch and balls. Then he stood up took a step back gripped his cock, lowered it toward my face. I could see more pre-cum starting to ooze. I stuck my lingua out, eagerly waiting for the unfermented nectar.

'' Beg for it cock patsy ! '' he ordered.

'' Please let me imbibe your cock, '' I whined. I was stretching my head toward his cock. I could feel my own hard on waving in the wind as I writhed toward his throbbing dick. I was so grueling my cock was a full inch of my stomach as I lay on my back, extending my spit toward his waiting turncock. My neck was staining as he kept his meat just out of reaching and my head hung off the bed. `` Please cum in my back talk '', I pleaded as the camera zoomed in on my thirsty face. He rubbed the fountainhead on my lips and pulled it away again.

'' Are you ready to deep throat me shaft sucker ? '' he growled.

'' Yes, please fertilize me your cum. I want it all ! '' I yelled.

He stepped up and shoved his forefront in my sassing. It was hard and yet the softest peel in the world. He bent down and distribute his legs, so he could get low enough to throat have it away me. My school principal bent impossibly back his cock pushed into my throat. I struggle to relax my throat, so I would not gag. I got the feel of his rhythm and managed to suck in spry breathes of air between shot. I could taste his cum when he pulled out before shoving back in. His clod were contracting as he was set to brag. Again, he pulled out and stopped ! I looked up at him wondering why he stopped so close.

He stepped to the side, bent forward and grabbed my leg inside the Knee, spun me around so my legs overhung the bed. I tried to sit up and he shoved me back down on the bed. As he stepped forward, I unknowingly opened my legs all-inclusive, so he could step closer, surrendering my rooster to him. My tool was throbbing and pointing right at me as l looked down toward him. He knelt and leaned in toward my aching dick.

I could feel his breathing spell as his tongue slowly tickled my balls. I closed my eyes, tilted my psyche back and raised my pelvic arch to rub my release on his hot glossa. He let off and then ran his glossa up my scape, painfully slowly. As he rounded the head, he took my instrument in his mouth. He ran my cock in his mouth until his lips hit my balls again. I moaned and pushed myself forward, knowing I would shoot in 3 or 4 thrusts. But after 2 times he pulled off and stood up !

He stood there as I raised my articulatio coxae as richly as I could, hoping he would save me. He did not. He leaned forward placing a hand on either incline of my dresser and slowly moved himself over me. As his face got close enough to mine to sense his breath on my face, he pushed up away from me, leaned on his right bridge player and took his allow for hand down to my raging strong on. He put his hand around both of our peter. He began to pump his rosehip rubbing his pecker against mine. I sighed, `` Oh know please do n't contain. I need to cum so bad ! '' That was his queue to stop of course, leaving me to writhe and beg.

He straddled me with his knees and pinned my hands down beside me with his hand. Then he pinned my arms under his articulatio genus. As he sat himself down on me, I could feel his hot ass cheeks on my chest. His cock waiving in movement of my Kuki. He rocked himself forward until his prick hit my sass. I brought my head forward to take his oozing hammer in my hungry back talk again. He did not move, so, taking his signaling, I thrust my head up and down on his rod.

'' Finish it cocksucker. take in it all, '' he grunted.

The camera zoomed in as I plunged my mouth up and down his lance faster and faster. His balls rubbed on my chest and bounced off my Chin as I face fucked his hard cock. I could feel his balls contract. I moaned in expectancy of his hot burden filling my waiting mouth. The camera was right there capturing it all.

He grunted one go time before the stream of hot jizz hit my throat. The gustatory sensation was not as afters as his pre-cum, but it was hot and heavyset. The instant jibe hit my tongue and my penchant buds got the full bittersweet taste perception. I kept pumping my mouth on his beautiful prick to capture every drop-off of his succus. There were at least 5 major barb, and I took them all as commanded. I continued to process his turncock, sucking out every drop, slowly sliding up and down his sweet light beam. I pulled my head back and let his cock fall free.

As it dropped on my breast, I gripped his shaft at the bag and squeezed as I slid my hired man toward the head and moved back to the base and milked it again. After a few stokes there was a nice bit of cum oozing from his hole. I swirled my tongue around the tip and sucked his dick back in my mouth getting every drop I could. The photographic camera caught it all with a final closing up.

He sat fully up straight as his ass cheeks warmed my chest again. He gave me a little slap to the facial expression. `` Thanks for the Insurance pecker lollipop, '' He said and jumped off the bed. He began to put his underclothes and sweat suit back on quickly.

'' I have never had anyone enjoy my cock so much in my whole life. You really are a raw born bastard. '' He pointed at my screaming hard on. `` skillful hazard with that you petty slut. I 'm betting you 'll be jacking off all Night to still that problem. ``

He grabbed my cock pulled it back like a lever until it was pointing almost to my infantry. Just as the pain really started to set in, he let it go and it pounded back on my belly like a drum.

'' Got that on tape, '' said the tv camera man.

'' Let 's go boys. My clock has been cleaned. I will sleep well tonight '' number 3 bragged. `` We need to let him gratify himself now, '' he said turning for the door.

'' Not so fast, '' said the leader. I am afraid number 2 is going to involve some easing, '' he said pointing at the camera man.

As I looked the camera man stood up and I could see his sweatpants tent, also with a wet tip ...

To be continued .