contribution one.

Tracey :

Tracey lives in a relatively quietly neighborhood. One that until recently had never known much in the way of crime. A mass of sign of the zodiac break-in in the immediate surroundings had seen many of the residents arm their base with the latest in house protection. This new technology came with a goodly price tag, but it also came highly recommended. After learning that those who had the home security system installed already and were all more than delight with it 's performance and that they felt safer, more secure in their home plate once more seen Tracey have the device installed in her own home. One can never be too deliberate, especially when you lived on your own.

The guy that installed her new household security department was more than helpful. It took ten shape days to birth it fully fitted to her home. Six of those years seen The cleaning lady in her mid twenties having to intrust the installer to act upon at her house whilst she herself was at oeuvre. Tracey worked contribution time as an editor for a small publishing company three solar day a week, the rest of her meter was taken up by her own committal to writing or time spent at the gym. She had been successful with a few work of fiction that had earned her a tidy little sum that she squirrelled away and was now using to pay for added safety in her home.

When the initiation was consummate the man she now knew as Jonathan sat her pile and helped her upload software onto her laptop that helped her dominance all aspects of the system. An app was also uploaded to her smartness sound and both devices, then synced together and with the security department system.

Jon also helped her add two of her fingerprints to the now keyless ledger entry to her home and to that of the new video display monitor lizard on the bulwark in her kitchen. She was thrilled to hear she could control her cardinal heating system, lights and alarm all from her phone when she was not even family ! Yep, definitely worth its damage tag she had thought to herself.

Weeks went by and Tracey 's daily routine was back to normal, uninterrupted by works being carried out on her home plate. She had to allow she felt a whole lot safer now that she had the latest in home certificate. It certainly came in handy now that the weather was turning and the nights and sidereal day were growing ever strong too. There were no more report of theatre burglary in the area. The neck of the woods had returned to its quiet, peaceful, leafy self once more.

Jonathan had called a couple of meter to secure that all was working well and up to standard. Upon the 2d 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 swage breaking up of a long relationship.

This was not entirely true, in fact, it had been well over two days since her ex had broken It off, dumping her for another woman. Leaving a unseasoned Tracey with trustingness and commitment way out. He seemed to accept this apology and she heard no more from the man that Installed her household security.

Jonathan :

The moment he laid his eyes upon the petite blonde he was smitten. Not only was she wanton on the eyes, but Tracey was friendly, cultured, accommodating. Always asking if he would care a boozing or a snack. She had even prepared him a lunch time repast on the days she was at home 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 rest home, careful to cover any cart track he may experience made whilst doing so. He learnt a lot about her in those daytime she was at work. She was an only when child, her parents having her later in life has seen them already living in a comfortable retirement small town a ten time of day drive up the slide from their Daughter.

Jon also learnt through emails that it had been a longsighted metre since his new obsession had been with a man or even on a particular date for that subject. This pleased him to no end. She would be nice and mean. God, how he could n't wait to sink his fat nitty-gritty into her. palpate her tight piddling sex gripping his shaft. Man was she going to be a delight.

Jon did n't care much for how she might feel about him. No matter what Tracey would be his. He had perfected his method acting, learnt from the error he had made with former fair sex and men he had stalked, Fucked and made to obey him until he tired of them. Tracey he doubted he would ever fag out of though. She had a perfect picayune soundbox, ample titty and a house prat that he had a flavor had never been breached.

Drugging was his favored method acting, not that Jonathan couldn't pull wench the schematic way, he was a respectable looking specimen, fit and muscular, he just preferred his way of scoring with the ladies and the feller for that matter. Through trial and wrongdoing he had finally got it down pat. A mixture of his own design that he would slowly feed to her over the form of a few weeks before he made her his. She would be so ripe for the plucking by the metre he was ready to finally have it off her that She will be to a greater extent than will. Begging him even.

Jon called her twice under the pretence of checking up on her security system. A system 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 break up and there for could not take over his dinner invite. That 's okay though, soon he would be devouring her.

Tiny camera he had set up at key stage throughout her home allowed him to go after her every relocation whilst she was home. He also Knew every detail of her daily modus operandi. Tracey already belonged to him and She Did not even recognise It Yet.

Jonathan had started his own routine only day after the terminal install in Tracey 's home. His system allowing him entry into her house with just his fingerprint that he had also programmed into the system.

He would wait until well after the witching time of day and the quiet small street was abstruse in slumber and as was Tracey. First on his order of business was drugging the freshly squeezed succus she prepared every night before she went to bed so that it was waiting for her in the electric refrigerator for consumption with her breakfast in the dawning. Doing this, he supposed to save up her fourth dimension before piece of work. The chemical slowly building up in her system was for the soul determination of building up her libido. Leaving her in a high state of arousal by the time he was ready to strike.

The second matter he did on his new nightly routine was to hold indisputable she had taken herself Subscribed vitamins that he knew she swallowed after each nightly meal Before bed. The fish oil capsules he had half drained and filled with a strong sedative using a syringe with a very fine needle.

The finally of his nightly ritual was to watch her quietus whilst stroking his pecker for lengthy geological period between pulling back her mainsheet and exposing more of her flesh to his thirsty eyes each night. Tracey would kip peacefully thanks to the drugs as he teased himself by stroking the indulgent cutis along her panty line. Cupping her breasts through the silky nighties she liked to break. He had even gone as far as to eat up his nose in the apex of the sun's way of her thighs whilst she slept, mouthing her through her underwear, drawing in her musky scent.

He put himself through this agonising 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 inspired. Like no other girl he had known before her and he had known hundreds of Girls and men in a orbit of age grouping. Each dark he would stay until he emptied his clump of his seed, cleaned up, kissed her brow and gone family 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 eternal sleep. When she was home, he watched her constantly on his laptop and each dark he would call in his sleeping angel, each night he became bolder with the fondling 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 person whom he was keeping tabs on. Jon had installed many surety scheme in the locality and he had kept a unsounded vigil on all his clients through the many cameras he had installed in their plate without their knowledge. Only one other home had caught his interest though and that was of the Thomas Jefferson that lived directly across the street from his sweet, petite Tracey. The vernal couple, both calling minded had not bothered as of yet with raising a family of their own. Too caught up in workplace and socialising, they barely had fourth dimension for each other or so it seemed from the outside looking in. Jon had access to both their calculator, smartphones and their rest home just like he did Tracey's so he knew better. He had taken less time to wager out the twosome then what he took for Tracey but what he had learnt straight up was that the Husband Peter enjoyed watching Gay erotica 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 person, only fantasied about doing so. His Wife Louise who was none the wiser was all about Peter, workplace and her never ending list she made so that her / their perfect lifespan was hospital attendant and ran like clock oeuvre. Their sex living was active but very do it dull. Jon ever the voyeur had even grown tired quickly of watching them fuck. Their raid never lasting more than five, ten bit crown and Louise never came. Not even once. That would soon change.

Louise had planned a night out in the city with some of her employment colleague and as predictable as ever she had planned ahead. She made list of what to pack and a list of thing to do before leaving home, including the shopping computer menu and recipe for the meals she would prepare the nighttime before and provide for Peter to fire up 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 picayune leaning. He need to fuck the shit out of someone. Who better then wan na be gay Simon Peter ? Tracey had him so on edge that a night of fun and liberation was exactly what he needed. Still keeping a close vigil on the petite blonde that was his master nidus, Jon wasted no time with lists like Louise, his mind when shifted in to gear was punctilious.

Late on the Night he had first caressed Tracey's cunt through her panties as she slept Jon disabled the warning device Peter set every night before retiring and let himself into the Jefferson house. Louise's nightlong bag was already packed and by the front door ready for her departure the next afternoon. Silent as a mouse Jon moved down the hallway and stole into the kitchen. In the electric refrigerator he laced the ready made fettuccine boscaiola Louise had lovingly prepare for her Husband with a strong liquidity sedative. The next evening would be one Jon would enjoy.

The declamatory male person only bothered checking in again on the Thomas Jefferson house via his laptop when he knew Louise was due to leave. He watched as the arduous breasted brunette hurriedly performed some last minute house cleaning so that all would be just right when her Husband returned from work to an vacuous star sign for the night. Jon was amused that shaft had assured Louise he would rather have an ahead of time night tonight as it had been a long workweek via text edition subject matter fired back and Forth between the married yoke. picayune did Wifey know that her someone better half had already picked out and downloaded three full length phonographic movies for his enjoyment. All of them male an male. prick was going to get more Male on Male action then he knew.

Alternating the rest of his even between watching Tracey and keeping an eye on prick Jon was growing very restless. pecker jerked off to the first pic early on in the evening his small 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 branch. Jon became a lilliputian unsettle as Peter put the indorse picture on right after he had cum. The night was wearing on and shaft had not bothered with his dinner so far, he seemed content with just drinking beer and tugging on his lowly penis as he watched the men do the things 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 motion picture. His rooster was red and trucking rig flaccid still. Peter 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 execute his nightly routine and admire the object of his desires as she slept before paying St. Peter the Apostle a visit.

After spending a considerable sum of money of time exploring Tracey's body with feather wakeful touches Jon let his pet to be to enjoy her slumber. He crept across the street unnoticed in his wickedness wear. Disabling the Jeffersons alarm via his mobile Jon was more then ready to have some fun introducing cock to anal sex first bridge player. He didn't worry about being quiet once inside, he could learn pecker's loud snoring the import the back door latch released after recognising Jon's thumbprint. He found his victim naked, asleep on the couch. The laptop open on the large coffee table. Smirking Jon set his bag down and pulled out four readiness of handlock. He secured each cuff to a leg of the chocolate board. Jon would have to be on his knees to fuck Saint Peter the Apostle but that was okay by him. Grabbing cushions off the couch he placed them at one end on top of the deep brown table. All the patch tool snores in his slumber unawares of the trespasser in his home. Satisfied that he was now ready to upset his slumbering victim, Jon picked up prick left leg and let it drop off the couch and quickly cuffed the ankle, Peter did not evoke. Maybe Jon had given the man to lots sedative ? Shrugging his shoulders Jon man handled the mans utter weight easily, Saint Peter was soon splayed out stomach down on the umber table, his ankles and wrists all handcuffed securely. The mans knees over hung the coffee table, the cushions propped under his hips all helped to exposing his arsehole crack.

The first thing pecker would be aware of when he woke would be his laptop computer seance on a death chair displaying the third movie he had purchased. The secondment well now. That was obvious. The last thing Jon did before waking dick up with smelling salts was to undress himself, pull on a balaclava and then gag the man that was now at his clemency. Sitting down on the couch where putz lay sleeping peacefully just moments ago Jon held the smelling common salt under the restrained mans nose, the affect was almost immediate. Jon patiently waited for the useless attempts of struggling and muffled supplication to die down, amusing himself by watching the smut playing out on the screenland in the nighttime until Peter stilled somewhat. ‘ right'he clapped the palms of his hands down on the elevation of his own knee. ‘ let's get a few matter straight now shall we ?'He smirked at shaft when he noticed the mans gaze had zeroed in on his fat erection. ‘ yes. I am going to fuck you, yes. it will wound ... ... at first and lastly you may as well just let it happen rather than oppose it.'tool's eyes 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 video. That's right. After tonight I could post your first time being fucked in the arse on societal media.'

Peter began his struggles anew. Pulling at the manacle hard. ‘ you know, all you are achieving is marking up your own pulp and how will you explain that when Louise comes home plate tomorrow ?'That made the little man quiet down some, his body still shook though. ‘ just relax, bask your porno clotheshorse'Jon stands, his massive cock on show in all its satiate glory. He thought about the minuscule blonde sleeping across the road and his erection jerked with lust. Squeezing lube into the palm of his helping hand he took up his shaft, stroking its wide length, coating it in the stimulant 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 Son meant to both cause reverence and arousal. ‘ don't worry your ass will handle it just hunky-dory ‘ Jon disappeared from pecker's vision and positioned himself at the foot of the burnt umber mesa between the human beings spread pegleg. ‘ bet this is not how you expected your night rest home alone to go ?'Pouring more lubricator onto his fingers Jon began his Assault on the wan na be gay Male. He started smearing the gel over and around the mans arsehole. No penury for foreplay here. His cock was beyond arduous and Jon desperately needed something pie-eyed milking him. Forcing a fat dactyl into the tight orifice to stretch it out Jon chuckled as Peter's sphincter gripped his digit tightly and the man groaned behind the gag. The assailant had never considered himself as gay. He didn't suck putz and his own derriere had never been breeched. He just really like screwing and having his own cock sucked no matter the sex of the recipient.

Even with the lube Peter's fundament took time to undo up a piddling but Jon didn't thinker. Who didn't love a tight hole to fuck ? What did storm the with child man was that it took less metre then he had thought it would for near old Pete to get going responding to the fingerbreadth fucking he was receiving. He was already pushing back upon Jon's intruding finger. Jon chuckled ‘ have a go at it beau you really are enjoying this aren't you ? You know if your a good little boy I might even let you suck my pecker'Jon forced a arcsecond finger into the mans 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 shite, it will be easier for you'Jon maybe many matter 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 thick girth in his hand he guides the tip of his cock until it is pressed up against the virginal maw. Time to make a cock fan out of Mr Thomas Jefferson. Unceremoniously Jon get-up-and-go against the resisting sphincter. Peter's legs tremble wether it is in pleasure or fearfulness Jon doesn't forethought at this point. ‘ if you don't relax and push out like your shitting it's gon na hurt'he thrusts a fiddling harder to turn up the point and Peter stiffens as the brain of Jon's dick literally pops inside of him. The male on the java table battle against his bonds. ‘ told you'Jon growls out the words. Fuck it feels salutary to bear something other than his own manus gripping his heart and soul. He waits until His shag toy has relaxed a petty, then with small-scale little apparent motion he begins working his erection in and out of the heated hole ‘ burns huh ? That will pass on'on his knee joint in the night living room Jon oink with delight with each new inch that sinks in deeper. he closes his oculus and imagines Tracey asleep on her bed. The sound of the porno playing out on the laptop become background haphazardness to Peter's muffled groan of pleasure. Picking up the pace now that the lubed tunnel has stretched to accomodate him Jon grips the males hips and starting line fucking him in earnest. It does not conduct long and Simon Peter's dead body grips him hard, squeezing dainty and fucking fast around the rod impaling him. ‘ don't tell me your going to come already ? fuck man you are a cock slut in the making'he chuckles and thrusts harder, bass and faster until his new toy blows his payload into the pillows underneath him. Jon slows, still fucking the man but easing up in his onset. ‘ oh yeah, you love cock up your stern don't you ?'He thrusts in mysterious to prove his point and Saint Peter moan in delight. ‘ wonder what Wifey would imagine of all this huh ? Her perfective tense Husband taking shaft and loving it ?'Giving a few more tardily deep poking just for the Scheol of it Jon finally pulls out of the now breach mess. ‘ time for you to suck your first cock and savour your own arse'Jon moves around to the straw man of the coffee tabular array, moving the death chair with the laptop on it out of his way. On his knee once more he reminds tool that they are being recorded ‘ so this is how it's going to go, you are going to suck me off and immerse every last drop I feed you and if you do it swell the video won't be published and as a reward for keeping our little session here tonight to yourself I just might total fuck you on a regular groundwork'he lifts up pecker's head so the man is looking at him. ‘ you would wish that wouldn't you cock ? Having your butt fucked on the unconstipated ?'Amazingly Peter nods. Jon removes the gag from the human beings mouth ‘ open up pal because I have a nooky huge load to feed you'Peter complies and Jon knows he now has a fuck toy to roleplay with whenever the chance arises, Hades he might even bring the big titted Louise into the fold and take a shit it all the Sir Thomas More fun. As Peter slurped upon his cock Jon smiled and thought to himself that he had the estimable job in the humankind. It granted him all the shaft he needed to be the perfect sexual Orion .