I was a 52-year-old happily married father when my humankind turned upside down in an instant. My wife and I had been planning a vacation for several calendar month with my 17-year-old daughter. We were going to spend 16 days with her parents in the Commonwealth of the Bahamas, sportfishing, skiing and hanging on the beach. We were leaving on Friday evening returning 2 week later, on Sun. It was going to be the longest vacation I had ever taken. I am a National Sales Manager for a large companionship and was never volition to take that many days away from work. It was the summer before my daughter 's senior year and may be the final stage probability for a long vacation together.

I was in the federal agency early on Friday to envelop things up before leaving, when a friend of mine from our gravid customer called and told me his direction team was no longer happy with our inspection and repair and were ready to shift 100 % of their business concern to our contender. After very much groveling and assuring him, we valued them as a customer, he shared some entropy regarding what he thought it would take to turn things around. They felt our Account director was taking them for granted and they could see a important cost nest egg with our competition.

I convinced them to give us one week to occur in with a new design to retain the business, increase our armed service and reduce costs. There was no way to get More time, so I would get to decamp the vacation. I was able to convince my wife to go without me with the promise I would join them in exactly 1 workweek and finish out the vacation with them.

I arranged for my management squad to come in Saturday afternoon to get the recovery design for our identification number one customer. My plan was to have a gulp done by Tuesday to review and finalize on Wednesday. We would birth dinner with our client Thursday night and fork up the sales talk on Friday morning. I would jump on the plane Friday evening and enamor up with the family and have 8 day together. I got home Friday evening, dropped my kinfolk at the aerodrome and returned to a quiet empty house.

It had been a really retentive day and I just wanted to unstrain and get a respectable night 's sleep. I grabbed a beer and a microwave dinner ; my headspring was spinning with the day 's outcome. I had to fire my account manager since his largest history was not willing to solve with him any longer. He had worked for me for 7 years, had a wife and 3 kids. It was the concentrated thing I think I had ever done. I realized I would require more than beer, so I got out the bottle of high-end tequila I had brought back from a line of work trip to Mexico.

Four shots later I was still too wound up to even think about quietus. I found my married woman 's old Ambien pre***********ion, took one and dusted off the Jet tub in the bathroom. The Jacuzzi tub would surely decompress me. I made it about as hot as I could remain firm it, turned on the special K and climbed in. The honey oil on my neck were great, and I could feel the tautness leaving my consistence. I turned my torso to let the jet work their conjuring trick on other parts of my soundbox. After a few mo the hot watercourse rushed over my cock, causing it to stir, bringing back memories of my teenaged years.

My parents bought a hot tub and put it in our basement. Whenever I was menage alone, I would get naked in the hot tub and let the super acid pulse the sweet-smelling place on the head of my peter until I blew my wad in the hot tub. It was the closest thing to a puff job I ever got at 15 years old. I would possess some of the strongest orgasms of my life ( at that time ), as those charming jet brought me off without having to do the work myself.

Here I am 37 years later about to do it again. I snapped out of it and told myself I did not need to she-bop any Sir Thomas More, I am 52 years old dammit ! I laid back and relaxed with my hawkshaw pointing up at me, I closed my centre and drifted off. Sometime later I woke up, the H2O, noticeably cooler and it was completely darkness outside. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. ( My tool still half unvoiced ). I was feeling better and thought, I can get some quietus and be generative tomorrow. I really believed, for the low gear clip, we could salvage this customer. I looked at my bare body in the mirror thinking, I looked damned good for my age. I gripped my putz, shook it at my reflexion and did a Tim the instrument man grunt. Thinking I got this !

I dropped my towel, strutted naked into my night sleeping accommodation, when my meat stopped as I glanced a silhouette of a man in the bedroom doorway. Suddenly the silence was shattered as he yelled, `` Freeze ! ``

I stopped, swaying, trying not to faint from cushion. 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 move ... Do n't speak and maybe you will get out of this alive ! ``

While he spoke 2 more men stepped in the doorway behind him. As I sat down on the edge of the bed, I tried to subtly get a look at them, but it was difficult in the darkness. I could see the low one had what looked alike black blue jean, a long-sleeved black tee shirt, and a dark ski mask. I noticed the others were wearing hoodies and baggy pants, and probably had masquerade party also. As I was trying to sneak a facial expression, he lunged toward me, he raised his arm up quickly and brought it down with lightning swiftness. I could not tell what was in his hand as there was a sudden stroke of hurting across my back, as the snap of a bash shattered the silence.

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

I nodded obediently. I was sitting with my hands clenched between my wooden leg, looking straight down at my lap. I was shaking uncontrollably as I noticed my penis had retracted like a turtle read/write head pulled into its shell.

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

As I began to suspire deeply, trying to end shaking, and think about a design to get gratis, he began sigh and rock back and forth nervously. I thought about trying to talk to him and see if I could calm him down, but my back was still reeling from the lashing with the whack. I did not want to call for a fortune at angering him. He sighed heavily, and I detected motion again as the sting of the belt exploded on my impudence and temple. I let out a one-half grunt and one-half shriek, as I brought my paw up to the area of pain.

'' Well, infernal region ! '' He exclaimed. `` What the fuck are we going to do with you ? This place was supposed to be empty tonight ! ``

He grabbed the soul to his right and pushed him forward until he stood a couple of base in front man of me. I could see his animal foot as I stared at the level. I dared not face up.

The leader spoke again, `` Number 3 will continue with you while telephone 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 darkness was shattered, by the spark of a taser.

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

I nodded sheepishly. The early 2 turned and left the elbow room. I sat there trying not to move for so long it began to hurt. My bodyguard was shuffling nervously the full time. I thought about trying to talk but did not need to experience a taser. I slowly tried to tilt me channelise up to see if eye liaison might assist. thwack ! painful sensation shot 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, arms at my English, legs together. I lay there not sure enough what to do, hoping to God that the belt did not bite me again. Thwack ! The belt ammunition snapped across my ass brass !

'' You have been warned for the last prison term ! '' Thwack ! Thwack ! Thwack !

I clenched with each hit. tears leaked from my eye. I lay with my case buried in the bed spread, naked defenseless, cold and afraid. The weeping continued as I lay there motionless for what seemed like eternity.

I could see the early 2 enter the room. I could see the light turn of events on. They shuffled around, and I could hear them whispering, but could not spend a penny it out.

Finally, the leader spoke up `` Sit on the edge of the bed, aspect at the flooring and do not move, do not speak ! ``

He continued as I sat up and looked at the level. `` We have a way that you can get out of this animated. If you do exactly as we command, without hesitation, without speaking, unless we tell you to, we have a plan that gives us insurance that you do not go to the police or even tell anyone we were here. If you do not espouse lodge, you will be punished. Nod if you understand. ``

I nodded and stared at the floor. He moved in front of me. His handwriting rubbed up the back of my psyche, clutched a handful of my tomentum, pulling my heading back until I looked into his eye through his ski mask. His smile was like something from a horror movie. He rotated my head word to the incline. I could see the other hoodlum in a Second Earl Grey hoodie and baggy sweat holding our video recording camera. He rotated my question to the early side, and I could see the man that had been guarding me standing there, also in a mask, hoodie and perspiration. His sweat suit had a tent in social movement from his one-half hard cock. His smile was downright devious.

The color left my face and my rooster shriveled even more as reality hit home plate. I had to get out of this. I gently shook my head. He pulled me up to stand me up and expect 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 number 3 all excited. So, you are going to asterisk in a little moving-picture show tonight ... ''

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

He yanked my head back and twirl me around until I was facing the boner guy. blunder punched me in the venter. The air left my lungs as I doubled over. Before I knew what was happening, the leader pulled me down and lay me over his lap. He grabbed the backbone of my cervix and shoved my head toward the floor. The belt cracked over my screaming ass over and over, the pain in the neck was intense.

Crying like a baby, I pleaded, `` Ok ! Please kibosh ! ``

At least 10 lash later, my ass on fire, he pulled my head up and grunted into my ear. `` We own you cocksucker ! Say it ! ``

Needing the pain to stop, 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 bridge player to my cheek, knelt in front of me and brought his facial expression so close our noses briefly touched.

He continued in a quieten vocalism, '' As I said, you are going to asterisk in a little picture show. You will do exactly as you are told and with a great deal ebullience. You will service number 3 in any way he wants. If at any percentage point he is not convinced you are enjoying being his bitch, the party is over, and we will leave no witnesses. He gripped the back of my neck opening again. If that happens, phone number 3 farewell unsatisfied. We know how to get into your trivial castle. After your funeral, we may need to number back, so your adorable married woman and daughter can serve him ! ``

The cult and fear were too much, I began to cry, I lowered my header in meekness and nodded.

He took in a deep breath and continued his orders with a smile of subjugation, `` OK, here is how it is going to go. Number 2 is the cameraman. When I say action, you will shake off to your knees on floor, look up at number 3 and repeat the undermentioned personal credit line. ``

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

'' Then you will help take his turncock out for him and execute your luck as a cock gull. You will serve him in any way he commands like you love it. When he is live up to, we will take the movie with us. If the police are in any way contacted, we will know, and transcript of the movie will show up in every letter box in the neighborhood and in the chain armor to every member of you ship's company board of conductor. look at number 3, nod, and give him a big smile if you understand ''

I looked at the drawing card pleadingly. He just smiled and tilted his heading toward phone number 3. Looking down, I could see his hard on was full on through his sweats. I just told myself to recall the dandy blowjobs I had seen in porn motion-picture show over the eld. I would imagine being on the receiving end and get through this. As I noticed the wet spot at the peak of number 3 's collapsible shelter, I put on a smiling, looked him in the middle ( through his masque ) and nodded my understanding.

His grin grew huge as he stepped back a match steps eyeing me up. I had almost forgotten I was completely bare. My cock was still completely retracted.

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

As the cinematographer zoomed out to get me into view, I froze for a second and then slid off the bed onto my knees. His wet blot was bad. He was rocking his hips waving his collapsible shelter from side to side. I crawled over until the wet collapsible shelter was inches from my face. I could reek his pre-cum through the perspiration. Oh no ... what were my lines ...

I looked up at him and began in a stronger voice than I imagined, `` I am a dickhead. I was born a motherfucker. Please feed me that beautiful cock until you cum in my mouth ! ``

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

I reached up and grabbed the waistband of his perspiration. His venter was unbendable as I slid them slowly down. I had to draw them way out to clear his 8-inch rod. His underwear came with it. I was case to face with the head of his hard cock. I remembered that my fantasy cock sucking always had me completely naked below the waistline, so I worked his exertion and underclothes down to the floor. He willingly stepped out of his clothes.

As I worked my way back up, I rubbed my hired hand gently up his muscular but smooth inner thighs. He sighed and squirmed as I slowly caressed my way up. My wife hardly ever licks my Lucille Ball even though she knows I love when she does.

I inched my mouth closer to his balls letting my hot breath meet them first, caressing his thighs as close to his cock as I could get without touching. As my mouth got close-fitting, I could feel the warmth from his sac. I noticed it was shaved ! I looked up at him because the sexy matter my wife had ever done was look up at me while working my balls with her tongue.

He was going crazy as I reached my clapper slowly out looking him in the eyes as I gently traced his hot balls with my knife. His hammer was at full aid waving as he wiggled longingly. His balls were so tender I was amazed. I stuck it out as far as I could, wiggle my tongue back and forth gently lifting his balls as my nose nuzzled against the base of his cock. I took a deeply breathing time and could smell his manhood. I gently gripped the home of his tool. It was like gripping the hottest firmest banana, I ever felt. I continued to lick every column inch of his testicle, wiggling my head back and Forth, picking up speed and squeezing his hot dick firmly at the home. I was purposely not working the spiritualist tip.

I heard the camera man pant, `` fucking he is a natural cock sucker. I am gon na blow just watching. ``

I slowly pulled my head away keeping the grip on his steaming hard on. I looked at his pulsating dick headway. 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 up with it and brought it up to run across the underside of his shaft head. It tasted sweeter than I imagined. As I rubbed his tool top dog back and Forth across my outstretched tongue, the taste and the scent started a stirring in my prick that I could hardly believe. It was almost like honey. His prick was hot and surd like granite, but the peel was so smooth. I kept teasing it with my spit. It was like every mettle in my consistence was electrified. My spirit was racing, my breathing growing more speedy. My cock was coming to full attention. I could not wait another second gear to take him in my mouth.

As I backup to engulf it in, he pulled me violently by the hair and drug me to the bed. He was trying to fuddle me on the bed by my hair. I threw myself on the bed to lessen the pain. He forced me on my spinal column and pulled me by the hair until my capitulum hung over the border of the bed. The camera man zoomed in on my blooper, which was fading fast with the pain in my scalp.

He stepped forward and straddled my head. His shaved balls hanging down 3 inches below his cock. He lowered them to my lips as I kissed his provide one and then his right. I brought my hand up and gently worked his hot Nut into my gaping mouth. I gently swirled my tongue around and around. He moaned and stood up as his lump popped like a bubbly phellem from my mouth. He lowered himself back down and began to grind his balls over my face, forcing my nose into his ass.

I gasped for a breath and got a smutty whiff of his cocksucker. After various minute the smell was beginning grow on me. I was licking his balls, nose in his ass. He reached down and grabbed the back of my straits, gyrated his hip joint pressing my eagre knife against his orb harder, forcing my nose into his ass. He pressed his second joint into my shoulder joint forcing my font and tongue against his shit and bollock. Then he stood up took a stone's throw back gripped his cock, lowered it toward my face. I could see more pre-cum starting to ooze. I stuck my tongue out, eagerly waiting for the sweet nectar.

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

'' Please let me suck your cock, '' I whined. I was stretching my read/write head toward his cock. I could find my own hard on waving in the wind as I writhed toward his throbbing cock. I was so arduous my putz was a wide-cut inch of my stomach as I lay on my back, extending my tongue toward his waiting cock. My neck was staining as he kept his meat just out of ambit and my head hung off the bed. `` Please cum in my mouth '', I pleaded as the camera zoomed in on my hungry expression. He rubbed the drumhead on my lips and pulled it away again.

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

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

He stepped up and shoved his brain in my oral fissure. It was arduous and yet the sonant pelt in the world. He bent down and unfold his legs, so he could get low enough to throat have sex me. My headspring bent impossibly back his shaft pushed into my throat. I struggle to slow down my pharynx, so I would not gag. I got the feel of his rhythm and managed to suck in promptly breathes of air between strokes. I could taste his cum when he pulled out before shoving back in. His balls were contracting as he was fix to fuck up. Again, he pulled out and stopped ! I looked up at him wondering why he stopped so close.

He stepped to the side, deform 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 spacious, so he could step closer, surrendering my turncock to him. My dick was throbbing and pointing right at me as l looked down toward him. He knelt and leaned in toward my aching dick.

I could palpate his breath as his clapper slowly tickled my balls. I closed my eyes, tilted my brain back and raised my hips to rub my sack on his hot glossa. He let off and then ran his knife up my shaft, painfully slowly. As he rounded the head, he took my tool in his mouthpiece. He ran my cock in his mouth until his rim hit my clod 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 hips as high as I could, hoping he would assuage me. He did not. He leaned forward placing a mitt on either side of my chest and slowly moved himself over me. As his facial expression got close enough to mine to feel his breath on my case, he pushed up away from me, leaned on his right hand and took his go away deal down to my raging hard on. He put his deal around both of our cocks. He began to pump his hips rubbing his tool against mine. I sighed, `` Oh make love please do n't end. I need to cum so bad ! '' That was his queue to stop over of course of instruction, leaving me to writhe and beg.

He straddled me with his knees and pinned my hands down beside me with his manus. Then he pinned my munition under his knees. As he sat himself down on me, I could find his hot ass buttock on my chest. His cock waiving in nominal head of my chin. He rocked himself forward until his dick hit my mouth. I brought my head forward to take his oozing rooster in my thirsty mouth again. He did not move, so, taking his signal, I thrust my head up and down on his rod.

'' complete it cocksucker. Take it all, '' he grunted.

The television camera zoomed in as I plunged my oral fissure up and down his beam faster and faster. His balls rubbed on my chest and bounced off my chin as I face fucked his hard hammer. I could feel his chunk contract. I moaned in prediction of his hot load filling my waiting rima oris. The camera was right there capturing it all.

He grunted one last metre before the watercourse of hot jizz hit my pharynx. The taste was not as angelic as his pre-cum, but it was hot and thick. The second shot hit my tongue and my taste buds got the full bittersweet gustatory sensation. I kept pumping my mouth on his beautiful cock to capture every free fall of his succus. There were at least 5 major shots, and I took them all as commanded. I continued to act upon his cock, sucking out every cliff, slowly sliding up and down his cherubic shaft. I pulled my head back and let his peter evenfall free.

As it dropped on my chest, I gripped his spear at the Qaeda and squeezed as I slid my helping hand toward the straits and moved back to the base and milked it again. After a few stokes there was a prissy bit of cum oozing from his kettle of fish. I swirled my tongue around the tip and sucked his cock back in my mouth getting every fall I could. The camera caught it all with a final conclusion up.

He sat fully up straight as his ass cheeks warmed my chest again. He gave me a lilliputian slap to the case. `` Thanks for the policy cock sucker, '' He said and jumped off the bed. He began to put his underwear and sweat back on quickly.

'' I have never had anyone enjoy my cock so much in my whole life. You really are a natural born cocksucker. '' He pointed at my screaming severe on. `` Good luck with that you lilliputian hussy. I 'm betting you 'll be jacking off all dark to exempt that job. ``

He grabbed my tool pulled it back like a lever until it was pointing almost to my metrical foot. Just as the nuisance really started to set in, he let it go and it pounded back on my stomach like a drum.

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

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

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

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

To be continued .