0 comments/ 35593 views/ 8 favorites Greed By: Feyth A long, lightly tanned naked leg dangled from under the bedcovers. The owner of that leg, her dark red hair scattered wildly across the white pillow, lay nestled in the tattered whisperings of last night's dreams. She rolled over, trying to push away the insipid awareness of daylight that comes after a long happy slumber. She didn't want the day to start yet… not when the warmth of the soft king-sized bed and even warmer hardness of the body next to hers beckoned her to stay buried under the comforters and tucked away from the rest of the world. Her long slender fingers snaked out from under the pillow. Although the texture of his skin and the crisp feel of his chest hair were etched on her memory forever, the need for her to remind herself was overpowering. She could smell him already. Catching it more firmly to her, she buried her face in the pillow, rolling to her belly and sliding her arm across his lean waist. The other shapely leg draped intimately over his hip, brushing dangerously close to his morning erection. Well, if she was going to have to be awake, she might as well make the most of her time. She grinned to herself as he stirred slightly under the weight of her arm. His face, relaxed and boyish in sleep, turned toward her, his dark hair tousled and soft as it whispered against her cheek. His eyes were still closed, but she could read the warm pleasure that washed over his face as her fingers slid slowly down his belly, tangling momentarily in the narrow line of hair that trailed to where her knee now rested. His eyes fluttered open, unclouded by dreams. She felt the lurch of her heart that his piercing gaze created every time he looked at her. Her blood instantly began to sing in her veins. She smiled to herself knowing that at any minute he would shift his body ever-so-slightly and pin her to the bed with a good morning kiss that would most assuredly make her late for work. She looked at him with a soft, still-sleepy ready-to-be-kissed expression, her lips parting only a fraction of an inch in invitation. It was all he needed…without a word he rolled himself onto one elbow and leaned over her, a small smile on his lips…his left hand came up to cup her cheek, then slid around to the nape of her neck, where he knew the skin was oh-so-sensitive. His head dipped, catching the flash of desire that shone in her eyes as his mouth descended on her softly parted-one. His kiss was as gentle as butterfly wings at first, asking nothing of her but to receive what he tenderly offered. The next movement of his mouth brought a little more pressure; her lips opened to feel the tip of his tongue gently teasing the tender flesh of her lower lip. A soft moan escaped her throat. His fingers tightened instinctively on her neck, and pulled her body closer to his, deepening the kiss, leaving no doubt that there wouldn't be time for breakfast this morning. He wrapped his arms around her- one across her shoulders and the other under the curve of her bottom. He rolled to his back, taking her with him in one fluid movement. Her bright blue eyes snapped open in surprise at finding herself neatly planted atop him, her thighs splayed on either side of his hips…she could feel the hard ridge of him pressed into the soft flesh of her lower belly. Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she pushed herself up. A copper curtain of softly waving hair fell to frame her face and a wicked grin spread across her lips as she lifted her hips a fraction of an inch and arched her back, sliding her bottom to cover his hardness completely…and she heard breath hiss in through his clenched teeth. She peeked at him through her lashes, thinking he still looked too controlled…so, she wiggled a bit, setting him more firmly into her dampened panty-clad folds. He bit back a groan and reached up to quickly still her hips with his hands. A quiet chuckle bubbled from her and she lazily ran a red-tipped finger down the length of his chest. She silently congratulated herself at having affected him so…and she was still steady as a rock! Her grin slipped a little, though, as he nonchalantly tucked an arm behind his head and looked up at her. A sinful smile was spreading across his beautiful mouth. The whisper was almost lost to her it was so soft; but those words, whispered or otherwise, wrecked her every time…"Say it again…" she breathed, the subtle warmth in her belly turning to licking flames, traveling down her inner thighs. His smile faded, his green eyes bright with undisguised lust…"I want you", he said slowly, deliberately. Her eyes closed and she fell into him, her mind set on the task of unmercifully devouring every inch of him with her mouth. White teeth glinted behind warm pink lips as she bent to nibble his neck, paying special attention to the tender spot just below his ear. She distantly registered his hands gliding down her back to cup her bottom, lifting her slightly away from him…she choked back a moan as she felt him slide along the flesh only barely covered by the fabric of her panties. She bit him, maybe a little harder than she should have, but he never winced, did not even seem to notice. She felt his hot, moist breath fan her ear and sighed. Ah, he tasted so good! She sucked his earlobe gently between her teeth. His lips traced a slow path up her jaw, down her throat, and she shivered, vaguely wondering who was going to devour whom. She knew if she didn't regain her self-control, this would be over far too quickly. Without lifting away from him, she reached down and grabbed his wrists, pulling his arms over his head and pinning him to the bed. She knew she couldn't restrain him if he really wanted to be loose, but it excited her to have him prone under her. She heard his soft "Mmmm" and grinned to herself as she licked her way down his throat to his chest, nibbling here and there. Her tongue flicked out and gently teased his nipple and she was surprised when this seemed to excite him, his hips insistently pushing up into her. A thrill coursed through her when his hands suddenly broke free of her grip and grabbed her hips, grinding himself into her, moaning aloud …so male and primitive. She rose up slightly and gazed at him, her eyes glassy with need. She saw the same thing in him- lips parted, breath fast and ragged. Without prelude, her tongue slid into his mouth, sweeping his moist warmth. Sucking his tongue gently, she heard the breath hitch in his throat. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, her body tucked into his, rocking his hips into her. It was intoxicating…tasting him, feeling him move under her, wanting him so much she couldn't think. She slid down the length of his body, pausing to nip the flat belly with her teeth. Before he even got his eyes opened, she was on her knees between his legs, running her hands up his thighs, threading her fingers in the thatch of dark hair that intrigued her so much. Looking up at him, she lowered her head, taking his hardness into her mouth, never breaking eye contact. His legs tensed and he slammed back into the pillow, making wonder if she'd accidentally hurt him. His fingers gripped her shoulders and she smiled around him, running her tongue up the underside of his shaft. She felt his little shiver and slid her mouth back down on him, taking all of him and feeling him press into the back of her throat. Her left hand curved under the back of his thigh and her other hand cupped him, stroking with soft gentle fingers. She felt him pulsing on her lips and she moved on him again…slowly at first, then a little faster. His fingers twined in her hair, his hips thrusting against the motion of her mouth, making her body hum with anticipation. She loved the taste of him…she was beginning to think she'd never get enough. Every time he looked at her, every time he touched her, every time she heard his voice she wanted more…she had never felt greed before she met him. She distantly heard him moan and she gave a small whimper in response. She felt herself clench and knew she couldn't be vacant for much longer. She wanted him inside her. She lifted her head and looked up to see his eyes on her… He was done letting her have her way. Lifting her under the arms, her pulled her up on top of him and pulled his ragged t-shirt up over her head. He loved her breasts: beautiful brown areolas the size of half-dollars with pert little nipples, just the perfect size, fitting his hands as if they were made for him. His hands cupped her and her head fell back, her hair lightly brushing the tops of his thighs. Pushing her back on the bed, he raised himself over her and met her puzzled gaze. Looping his index fingers into the sides of her panties, he slid them down her round hips, lightly kneading the skin of her thighs on his journey to remove her panties to the floor. This done, his head dipped to taste the sweetness of her skin, running his tongue over her soft belly, trailing tiny kisses over her hip, then nipping at her inner thigh with his teeth. Her eyes drifted closed and he heard her long sigh. His hot mouth drifted up her thigh to soft curls that protected tender flesh beneath them. He flicked his tongue out and felt the shock of pleasure ripple through her as he made contact. Her small whimper sent the blood rushing through him, making him harder than he was before. His lips closed over the tiny bud and he began to suck gently. Her fingers threaded into his hair, pulling his mouth closer to her as her hips came off the bed to meet him. Her head rolled from side to side, her lips parted, her breath coming in quick pants. He ran his hand up her thigh, tangled his fingers into the downy fur and slowly entered her. She moaned, thrusting her hips upward and pushing her self into his mouth. His tongue began to work at her faster and he could feel her slickness on his hand. Her muscles tightened around his fingers; he knew she was close. He pulled away from her long enough to replace his fingers with his throbbing erection, sliding into her a fraction of an inch at a time. The excruciating slowness of his movements nearly sent him over the edge. He felt her clamp down on him, released a low growl. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she pulled him into her completely with a squeeze of her thighs. She pulled his mouth to hers in a feral kiss as he moved inside her. He started slowly at first…gradually moving faster, filling her more completely with each stroke. Their breathing was ragged but synchronous with one another, her breath ending in a whimper with each stroke. He pushed into her again, feeling her tighten around him as she breathed his name and arched her back, grinding her hips into his, her fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back He withdrew and slid into her again, this time arching his own back to penetrate her as deeply as possible. Her hot wet folds pulled him in and he felt himself explode into her heat. Moaning her name, he thrust into her again, feeling his wetness mixing with hers…one more stroke and he lightly collapsed on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him and her legs held him firmly in place. They lay together for several minutes as breathing slowed and bodies quieted. This had only been breakfast she'd missed! With a little grin, she remembered they had a lunch date this afternoon. Her giggle roused him and he looked at her questioningly. Greed wasn't always a bad thing, was it? Greed Greed. Everything that drove Martin Simpson was based on greed. I should have realized that from the very beginning of our relationship but was so in awe of his power and success at the time that I was blind to what he was about. By the time I saw through the bullshit that surrounded him I was married to him and totally under his domination. Greed. Even sex with Martin Simpson was based on greed. He sought me out for attention at a time when I was working for his company. Not that I needed to work, I had enough money from an inheritance that would have allowed me to laze around, visiting the trendiest boutiques in New York and Paris for my wardrobe, winter in the Swiss Alps and summer in the Bahamas, but no, I wanted to put my College degree in Business Management to good use. So there I was, Helena Manning, a junior executive in the brokerage company Bonner Simpson and Associates and, like all of the other young women working there, totally in awe of our charismatic boss in the corner office on the top floor. Martin Simpson graduated from Harvard Business School at the same time as his wife Therese Bonner. They married soon after in what was written up in those publications that write about these things, as the 'society wedding of the year.' Over the next twelve years Roger Bonner retired and appointed Martin Simpson to succeed him as the company CEO, Therese Bonner Simpson stayed at home and cared for their three children leaving the running of the business totally in her husband's control. The business thrived, due in no small part to Martin's greed. Every decision that he made was about making more money for the company, and of course, himself. This greed flowed into all parts of his life; everything that he bought had to be negotiated down to the point where the vendor was lucky to recoup expenses. Every time that he flew he was able to get upgraded to the best seats. He was only seen at the most important events and made sure that his presence was duly noted in the gossip columns. Sometimes Therese accompanied him while on other occasions, when it suited his purpose, he either went alone or with business associates. The bottom line was that he always made more from these appearances than he had outlaid to be there. If there was no profit in it he just didn't bother going. I had been there for six months when Martin began to pay attention to me. At first it was little things, just a nod in passing, a quick smile in the elevator, then the attention began to become more obvious, but never that obvious that it attracted attention. Then, very subtly the attention became more open and this started a whispering campaign behind my back. I couldn't understand why women that I had regarded as friends now began to avoid me and then one day I confronted Margie Jensen in the ladies room. "Why are you girls avoiding me? What have I done, tell me, please." "Helena, I can't believe that you are so naïve that you can't see that Martin is hitting on you." "What? He is so not hitting on me, and even if he was I'm not interested. He's married for God's sake!" "And that will stop him how?" "Give me credit for having some scruples, there is no way that I am ever going to get involved in a relationship with him." As it turned out these were famous last words. A month later I was invited, no scratch that, ordered, by my immediate boss to accompany Martin on a business trip to London and Paris. There were probably a dozen women in the company who would have killed me for the opportunity, and I was on the point of handing in my resignation when I was called into the corner office. "Helena, I understand your reluctance to come with me, after all there are probably any number of people in this company who will tell you that I cannot be trusted alone with a woman, but let me assure you that you will be perfectly safe, this is a business trip only, there will be no shenanigans. I just need your expertise for some of the negotiations that will happen over there." Martin was good to his word for the first two days and I was beginning to feel a little more comfortable with him until we arrived in Paris and there everything changed. The first evening it was dinner at Maxims that included the finest wines. Every time I looked at my glass it was full and over the course of dinner I had drunk more than I was used to, to the point that I was drunker than I had ever been. He walked me back to our hotel, to sober up he said, but I was feeling even more inebriated when we got to my room. He took my key card from me and opened the door, his arm was around me as he ushered me inside. Once there he leant towards me and kissed me. I tried to turn my head away but resistance seemed to desert me. By the time we reached my bedroom I was vaguely aware of his hand squeezing my butt. He turned me towards him and drew me into his arms, kissing me on the lips, at first softly and later with more passion, his tongue pushing against my lips. My mind kept yelling at me to break free and tell him to leave, but my body was just as insistent, telling me to 'go for it girl, how many months has it been since you had sex, take the chance when it presents itself. Who's to know.' The body won. "Please, you promised that nothing would happen." Even I wasn't convinced. His hand took mine and guided it to the front of his trousers where it encountered his rampant cock. Instinctively I stroked it, feeling it throb under my touch. His other hand had drawn the zipper at the back of my dress down to the base of my spine and them moved up to unclasp my bra. I was powerless now to stop what was happening. My dress was pulled down over my shoulders and his lips had sucked my nipple into his mouth. He released my hand and opened his flies, releasing his cock into my hand. He pushed my dress to the floor and I stepped out of it, now naked except for my panties and somehow the shame that I had anticipated didn't eventuate. Martin dropped to his knees in front of me and began to kiss me through the thin material and I could feel myself getting wet. His hand drew the material aside and his tongue licked at me. My knees gave way and I collapsed onto the bed, his head between my legs, his tongue probing inside my wet pussy. I lost all track of time, I don't know how long he was down there, all that I could remember was the two, or was it three, orgasms that shook my body before I felt his cock push into my now willing pussy. Let me tell you that my experiences with sex up to this point were not very memorable, just a couple of semi-long term relationships at college with boys who seemed to be intent on breaking the speed sex world record. There was none of what Martin had just done, more often just a quick grope followed by a cock shoved into my unprepared (read dry) pussy, a couple of quick strokes followed by the sound of the condom being removed. Martin's cock was causing all sorts of sensations to take over my body, his slow movement heightened all of these and I was soon experiencing the 'most amazing orgasm ever' followed some time later by the new 'most amazing orgasm ever'. It was just as the fourth 'most amazing orgasm ever' wracked my body that I felt the flood of sperm enter me. I held him to me, not wanting to let go of this new experience, of him. I drifted off to sleep with him still on me, my arms still around him and his, by now limp cock, still inside me. Consciousness came with daylight through the curtains and I rolled over in bed only to encounter a body, a naked body, here in my bed. Then it hit me, Martin, sex, great sex, shit, no birth control, what am I going to do? I can't get pregnant, not now, not to him. Damn it girl, how could you be so stupid? I scrambled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I don't know how long I sat on that bidet washing myself, trying to rid myself of all traces of him, the warm water soothing my sore, and when I looked at it red, pussy. God, how long did the sex last? Memories flooded back, his cock felt huge, but he was gentle with it so my memory of it was that it felt great. I couldn't remember how many times he came inside me but was sure that it was more than once, and I had let him, I couldn't stop him invading me, my body. The bathroom door opened and Martin walked in, his cock swinging from side to side, shit I looked at it before I looked at his face, what does that mean? He sat on the toilet and looked at me, "How are you this morning?" "How am I supposed to be? We had sex last night after you promised me that nothing was going to happen, I'm not on any birth control and I seem to recall that you came inside me at least once so what am I going to do about that little problem, huh?" "Funny, I don't seem to recall you putting up much resistance to me making love to you." "I was drunk damn it! You got me drunk and seduced me." "As for birth control, I have a pill that you can take that will solve that problem, it's called the 'morning after pill'." "Okay, that's fine for now, but I don't think that I'll be able to face the whole working for you scenario when we gat back to the States." "No one needs to know about this." "Especially not your wife." "My wife doesn't care any more." "And now I suppose that you're going to spin that line about her not understanding you and your needs and that what sex you've had lately has been most unsatisfactory for both of you and that you've discussed divorce and even as we speak your lawyer and her lawyer are locked in negotiations as to how the divorce will pan out." "It's not a line, in fact it's true." "And I've been chosen to succeed her, is that it?" "Something like that, yes." "I wondered why I was chosen for this trip, after all there are any number of women in the company who could not only do the job but would jump into bed with you at the first opportunity. So why me?" "Because I've had my eye on you for some time and chose you because you've never shown any interest in me as a person. I took that as a challenge. As you've said any number of the others would have jumped into bed with me on the first night, but not you." I suddenly burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" "I just had a vision of what it must look like, me sitting on this bidet with your fingers holding my pussy lips apart so the water can get right inside while at the same time you're sitting on the toilet with that monster of yours pointing to the ceiling. We must look a sight." He smiled and at the same time his fingers slid inside me. I closed my eyes, oh God here we go again. I reached over and took his cock in my hand, it was rock hard. He turned the water off on the bidet and lifted me up. He spun me around so that I faced him and parted my legs so that I straddled him. I felt him slide inside me as I lowered myself onto him, another series of firsts for me; this was the first time that I had ever had sex in this position, and definitely the first time that I've ever done it on a toilet. Some time later we were in bed again, his cock making funny slurping noises as it slid in and out of my sopping wet pussy, God what a slut I'd become in such a short time, I just couldn't get enough of him, the person him as well as the cock him. Such stamina, such control, we made love for at least an hour before he, with a cross between a sigh and a grunt plunged his cock as far into me as it would go and flooded me once more with his sperm. For the next four days it was the same thing, a couple of meetings during the day followed by dinner at a top restaurant followed by incredible sex in either his room or mine. Sex before breakfast, sex after breakfast, sex before dinner and lots of sex after dinner. In spite of my feelings I was falling in love with this man, this man that I had sworn to have nothing to do with and it was because of this that what followed slipped right under my radar. "Well?" Margie confronted me as I walked into my office. "Well what?" "Come on girl, spill the beans, what happened over there?" "Nothing." I lied. "What's happened while I was away?" "Well," she said in a conspirital tone, "Martin and Therese's divorce has gone through and he's up for grabs. Interested?" "No way! I want nothing to do with him!" "Methinks thou doest protest too much." "You can think whatever you like." Just then Martin walked into the building and ran the gauntlet of simpering women on his way to his office, pausing for a brief moment in front of me. "Helena, I'd like to see you in my office so that we can go over the details of our trip." "Yes sir." "Listen to you, 'yes sir', details of the trip indeed, more likely so that you can get your stories straight to make sure that the expenses tally, you know, champagne magically becomes mineral water, make sure that no-one knows that you've been screwed from now until next year, stuff like that." "I'm not going to stand here and listen to your fanciful ideas about what did or did not happen with him." I picked up my papers and headed for the corner office. "I suppose you've already heard of the divorce?" "Yes, Margie just couldn't wait to tell me about it. She's also been pumping me about what happened. Don't worry I told her nothing." "That will soon be academic." "What do you mean?" "I mean, soon I will propose to you, after a suitable period of mourning my lost marriage of course, and then, after another suitable period we'll get married." Thoughts were rattling through my head, questions like 'where was my acceptance of his proposal?' He just assumed that I would, of course I would, but that's not the point. And what would my friends and family think? I know that the girls in the office will come to the conclusion that Martin and I have been having an affair for some time, but what would my family say, after all I've never even spoken of him to them and they have never even met him and suddenly I'm marrying him. "And in the mean time, what do we do? Do we carry on as if there is nothing going on between us, or do we let it slip in subtle ways that there is something going on, or do we come right out and announce the fact that we've just spent the past four days fucking each other stupid?" "We carry on as if nothing is going on, but we can be together away from the office." "Where are you staying, or has she gone home to her parents?" "She has gone to Europe on an extended vacation to give me time to find somewhere else to live and she's taken the children with her, but I was thinking that I could stay with you for the time being, until I can find somewhere." If I hadn't been so under his spell I would have realized that he was manipulating me, and that all wasn't as I had been led to believe but you know what they say, 'love is blind'. The charade had begun. Martin moved in with me and we made love every night. Each morning after sex and after breakfast, we left for work separately and only talked to each other when necessary at work. "When is he going to pop the question?" Margie asked one morning over coffee. "What ever are you talking about?" "Come on girl, you two are fooling no-one, the more you try to carry on as if there is nothing going on between the two of you the more obvious it becomes. He's living with you, isn't he?" "What?" "Look, it's not rocket science, his personnel record doesn't list an address, just a mail box, now why would that be if he had nothing to hide do you think? And then there's the fact that we've all been curious so we've had you followed. Come on, 'fess up, how long has this been going on?" What's the use pretending I told myself, limit the fall-out I told myself. "Since Paris." "I knew it! You never fooled me for one second, you had sexual satisfaction written all over your face when you got back from that trip. Tell me all, is he as good in bed as we all think he is?" "This is strictly between you and me, right?" "Of course! Do you think that I would blab it to all the world, my lips are sealed." She made that zipper sign to reinforce that statement. "If you must know, he's better." "You can't just leave it at that! Details girl, and plenty of them." "If you must know, his cock is huge but he is so gentle that I can take it all without any discomfort, and stamina, until I met him, until he made love to me, I thought that five minutes was a long time, but with him, we can go for literally hours, and I must have at least three orgasms to his one. It's like I'm in heaven when we make love." "Shut up woman! Now I'm jealous. I want one like him. I don't suppose he has a brother some where that I can meet, does he?" "I don't know." Suddenly I realized that I knew nothing other than what he had told me about his personal life. "Just asking, a girl can hope." So much for keeping a confidence, by the close of business everyone knew about Martin and me, that we were lovers and had been for some time, so it was inevitable that we should get married. It was a simple ceremony with just my parents and a couple of friends present. Martin's children didn't come which I thought was strange. I had met them on a couple of occasions and, while they were shy at first, they seemed to accept me as their father's new partner. Married life was great for the next six months until we made a trip to Paris on the anniversary of our first trip, you know the one where we first made love. All was going fine until the third day, we had made love before breakfast, as before, after breakfast as before and had gone to lunch at a restaurant that we'd been to the previous trip. Martin had placed his credit card on the platter to pay for our meal but a few minutes later the waiter brought it back. "I'm terribly sorry M'sieur, but you card has been rejected." "What! I don't understand. Darling, do you have a card, I'll sort this out as soon as we get back." I paid the bill, and all the bills after that. And after we returned home I waited for him to repay me, and waited, and waited. I called Margie into my office, "Can you do something for me?" "What?" "I want you to find out as much as you can about Martin's finances, and I want you to be discreet about it, not even he must know I'm checking up on him. Can you do that for me?" "You know I can girl, that's what they pay me for, to run credit checks." I sat in my office all afternoon thinking about my dilemma. Had I been stupid marrying Martin? The more I thought about it the more I became convinced that I'd made the biggest mistake of my entire life. I then thought about how I could extricate myself, I didn't even think about whether I'd lose face over it, but I did want to protect my parents. Margie came into my office just before days end. "Do you want the bad news or the worse news or the really shitty news." "Whatever, just tell me all." I was prepared for the worst but the worst wasn't even in the same ball park. "Martin Simpson is not only flat broke but he owes something in excess of a million dollars." "But I thought that the business was doing well." "It was until Therese found out about his affairs." "What?" "Gee girl, you don't think that you were the first do you?" "Well, I suppose not." "It seems that he would romance rich women and strip as much money from them before dumping them. He was a little indiscreet when he did it to one of Therese's best friends and she blabbed about it. Any how, it seems that much of the business of this company comes from the Bonner side and very little from Simpsons, so when Therese decided to divorce him she took a large slab of his business with her. And the worst news is, and I hate to be the one to tell you this, but the reason that he hit on you was because he had found out that you were a very wealthy woman. By the way you kept that quiet didn't you? And there's more. Greed The really shitty news is that it seems that he's up to his old tricks and is currently fucking some wealthy widow who is very, very loaded." I stared at the floor in disbelief as one by one, all the pieces of the jigsaw began to fall into place. When the picture was complete I looked at Margie. "How am I going to get out of this? Please tell me." "What we are going to do first is to speak to Therese." "What?" "We are going to speak to Therese and we are going to have a girl session with her and a couple of the girls here, and then we are going to fry Martin Simpson's arse." "I don't know, I suspect that Therese is not kindly disposed towards me." "Don't you worry about Therese, you forget that I've worked here a long time, long enough to have been a friend of hers. I've already spoken with her and she has agreed to help." Martin rang just before I left the office to tell me that he had to attend some function or other out of town and would be staying over, and that he would see me in the morning. I hope that I sounded suitably convincing when I accepted his story, but now at least us girls could meet at my apartment, and I still looked on it as mine, not ours, without being disturbed. I actually like Therese, she has class. I don't think that I could be in the presence of the woman that stole my husband and treat her as a friend as she has treated me, but then we do have a common interest. Margie took charge of the meeting, explaining what was happening and introducing Therese and I to Jan, the woman with all the ammunition. "Martin thinks that he has been very clever in covering his tracks, but once you scratch the surface there is a paper trail that will convict him of fraud. He has been borrowing heavily, using as collateral your money Helena. Now I have looked into this and I know that you've never signed any documents allowing him access to your money. The only way that he can do that is to file for divorce and claim half of it as a property settlement. Unless of course there is a pre-nuptial agreement that we should know about?" "No. I guess he was so confident of his power over me that he didn't think it necessary." "Great, so he has no access to your money unless he files for divorce so we have to act fast before that happens. Now what we are going to do is to tighten the screws. We are going to cut off his access to funds. He will not be able to use company monies and he'll have to come to you, and what are you going to do? You are going to tell him to get lost." "And in the mean time," Therese said, "I'll talk to the woman that he's with at the moment, letting her know exactly what's going down, as well as putting the word about to all of my friends so that no-one but no-one will have anything to do with him." After an hour of plotting we opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate our conspiracy. Martin arrived home the next morning after I'd left for the office. He cleaned up any trace of his night of debauchery before coming in to work. I walked into his office, "How did it go last night?" "Very successfully actually." "Are you going to tell me about it or do I have to drag it out?" He glared at me. "If you must know, I have signed up an account that will net this company a lot of money." "I mean to ask you about that, it seems that this company isn't doing as well as you led me to believe." "What! Have you been checking up on me?" "I thought that I should take some interest in it, after all you've made no attempt to repay the money that you promised after our Paris trip, so I was a little concerned as to why, that's all." "I'll have the money for you tomorrow night." That was it, his look told me that the discussion was well and truly at an end. He spent the rest of the day and all of the next day on the phone and the longer he talked the more agitated he got until late in the afternoon he stormed from his office. I had never seen him so angry and felt sorry for who ever he was going to see. As it happened, the next person that he saw was prepared for him. She sat in her lounge chair and the sofas were taken up by several suits. The only seat available to Martin was a kitchen chair brought into the room by a maid. "Mister Simpson, I have here a warrant for your arrest." "On what charge?" He looked at his 'lady friend'. She said nothing. "Fraud will do for starters. It appears that you have been a very naughty boy. You have been encouraging people to invest their money with you, and promising a higher than normal return on their investment. Up until now you have been able to meet those payments from monies received but that has dried up hasn't it. You haven't actually asked your wife to help you but I've been reliably informed that such a request will be denied, and this lady here has informed us that the check that she gave you yesterday has been stopped. It would appear to be the end of the road for you. After we've gone over your company books, we didn't even have to subpoena them, the company approached us, and chased up money that you've been sending off shore I'm sure that we'll have more than enough to put you away for a very long time." Martin had had as much of this as he could stand. He jumped to his feet and headed for the door. One of the suits, who stood at least six inches taller than him and was a good thirty pounds heavier, displayed an agility that Martin couldn't comprehend, was blocking the way out for him. Martin grabbed a large and heavy standard lamp and swung it at the man. He missed by several inches as the man ducked under the swinging lamp and crash tackled him to the ground. "I think we can add resisting arrest to the charge sheet." Said the leader. His rights having been read to him, Martin was escorted from the room. An interesting conversation followed between me, Therese and Courtney, the latest conquest, and the story was the same. Martin was a very good and considerate lover but beneath all of that there was a motive, greed. He only ever made love to a woman from whom he thought he could gain some sort of financial reward. He never made love for love, but he was very good at disguising that fact. It only became obvious later, much later, when he moved on, the he was manipulating women for his own greedy ends. In an effort to plea bargain his way out of jail Martin pleaded guilty to all of the fraud charges as long as the resisting arrest charge was dropped. He nearly choked when the Judge sentenced him to five to ten years. After the trial I decided to get right away from all of this mayhem and took myself off to France on a backpacking holiday. My friends couldn't believe that I, Helena Manning, soft little Helena, was roughing it in France, but all I wanted to do was to get as far away from money as I could. I limited my funds to the point where from time to time I had to find work to afford to move on and it was on one of these jobs that I met the man of my dreams. Pierre was a French Canadian writer who was working on a book about his travels around France. We were working in the same café beside the canal at Toulouse and became at first good friends, then very good friends, moving from place to place, laughing at the stupidest things, eating and drinking the local produce, and loving it by the way, and generally having a good time in each other's company. Then eventually, inevitably, there was sex. Martin was technique, Martin was style, and Martin was, as I had come to realize, cold and calculated. Pierre on the other hand, well let me put it this way, what he lacked in style and technique he more than made up for in the most important thing, love. Pierre's cock wasn't as big as Martin's but it was better in so many ways because of what was behind it, the man I love, and I'm not just writing this because he's standing behind me reading my words, this is the real thing. Pierre isn't about what he can gain from our relationship but what he can bring to it. I'd better go because he's fondling my breasts and I know what is going to happen next, with any luck we'll make it to the bed before his cock is inside me. "God Pierre, can't you at least wait until I'm out of the chair." Greed I've never been materialistic - I have very few possessions, and even fewer that I honestly care for particularly. But at the same time... I am greedy. What's mine is mine, simple as that. My little princess didn't need a lot of time to learn that. It barely required a lesson. She said it was evident in everything, without words; the way I held her, the way I bit her, the way I snarled her little name with such conviction. And she was not bothered by this... on the contrary; she rather seemed to enjoy it. With giggles and slightly labored breath, she confessed on more than one occasion that she felt a need for that level of me; she craved to be gripped tightly the way I gripped her, to feel the heat and the power in each motion and word. There were times where she felt it imperative to be reminded she was mine, and I was willing to oblige her in such a state. On one particular occasion, she came to me feeling drained and exhausted. Each message she sent me was deplete of her usual vigor, and I could tell before she even said anything my little girl was feeling the weight of the world again. When things got tiresome as this, she confessed, the only thing she wanted was to be able to feel certain of something. And when I assured her she could be certain of me, she sent me a simple request; "Show me, Daddy. Please? I need to know..." "Know what?" I responded, pausing a moment before adding "Be a big girl and use your words." "I need to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I'm Yours," she sent back after a bit of a pause. I could practically taste her desperate frustration through the text, and in my mind's eye envisioned her squirming and rubbing her thighs together as her pussy began to ache for attention. "I need it, so badly... I need to feel like Daddy's good little slut. I need to feel so owned it's like anyone who looks at me knows I'm Yours." "Better," I sent back. "Now, since you've been so well-behaved... Daddy has a treat for you." My next message contained a simple set of instructions - she was to harness-bind herself tightly with the set of ropes I'd used on her when we first became intimate, put her clothes on over that (outfit picked by yours truly of course, and lacking undergarments), then head to a nearby strip mall to meet me. She'd seemed a bit disappointed I wouldn't be giving her a treat in person, but more than a little enthusiastic too. About 30 minutes into her assignment, she sent me a text full of little hearts and smiley faces saying how deliciously naughty she felt. She called me as she reached a little department store, speaking in cute little hushed tones about how some of the staff there kept giving her second glances. "They know you're different," I said back, smiling as the words curled from my lips. Something about speaking to her, especially with authority, made my voice feel practically serpentine in my own damn mouth and I loved it. "They can feel the heat from you, you know. They can smell it on you - the scent of owned little princess-bitch in heat." I heard a clatter that sounded like hangers being mangled in the background accidentally as she briefly faltered her grip from my words. The surge of sick pride was almost ludicrously rich. "D-d-Daddy~" she muttered out plaintively. "Not fair. You're making me even more tingly down there..." "I never said I'd be fair, little girl," I said. It wasn't a cold statement, or a cruel one -it was simple and matter-of-fact. "The sweet little place between your legs is mine, and I will make it drip and ache and throb for me whenever it pleases me to do so." Her breath caught in her throat, a stifled moan. I imagine the feeling that rushed through me at that point was not far from the sensation of a shark picking up blood in the water. I pressed the advantage. "And not just there... everywhere. I own every pretty fuckin' inch of you, don't I baby doll?" "Mmmph... Y-yes, Daddy..." she half-groaned back into the receiver. I could practically picture the little quiver in her left thigh as she struggled to both stand upright and keep her needy, greedy little hands off her heated flesh. "Mine to do with as I please, aren't you? Any time, any place, any way that I choose?" "Yesssssss~" "Then I'd suggest you turn around, sweets." She spun like a twist-off cap, eyes wide as a buffet plate a piece as she saw me less than 5 feet away, smirking at her with phone in hand. Those arms shot forth like twin coiled snakes and for a second I wasn't sure if she wanted to embrace me because she'd missed me or squeeze the life from me for making her this damp between the thighs. The hug she gave was somewhere in-between, and I returned the favor with one of those sweet, loving innocent hugs that changed drastically when my hands instinctively found her ass and squeezed as I pulled her in for one of those oxygen-stealing kisses. "Surprised to see me?" I asked. My answer was vigorous nods and a flurry of little hungry kisses. "I'll take that as a yes." My fingers curl ever so affectionately though her hair and I both see her smile at the affection and shudder a bit as she remembers these same fingers have held her hair in a vice-like grip and owned her. Sweet moments of juxtaposition. "Of course I missed You..." she purred out tenderly, hands still interlocked behind my head. "It's not as if You're easy to forget anyway. Even before today... You just dwell on my mind." Her tongue slid silently across her own lips, tasting the last moments of our kiss fresh again. "You mean I take up space in that pretty little head?" I asked, slightly squeezing her hips. "Flattery will get you nowhere, kitten..." "Luckily for me, it's the truth. I know better than to lie to You..." she paused, getting on her tip-toes to lean into my ear before continuing with "especially about what I want." "Tell me, then, sweets. Spell it out, word for word." "I want You to take me by the hand, and be sweet with me, until we reach the back of this store. And from there, I want whatever You want. I place myself fully into Your hands." She was blushing, speaking in lowered tones, but her voice never wavered a bit. Her face showed the strength of her conviction, the level to which she had committed before the words even formed. This is how my sweet little kitten does me in every damn time. She knows well I feel about her - how beautiful she is, how smart, how perfect. She knows how much she means to me, how much I adore her. She knows that in my eyes, even though I have to look down to make eye contact with her she mentally towers over me like a goddess and I would happily kneel at her feet as her humbled and willing servant if ever asked. She knows what power she possesses, over not just me but others, to evoke this reaction of joyous fealty and submission. And yet she gives herself over to me instead. It's more power than a mortal should wield. It's almost too much to handle. It's enough to drive many people mad. And that level of power is my biggest vice, a vice she gleefully enables. "What's the magic word, little girl?" I manage, in shock myself that I have any ability remaining to retain composure and not just rip her clothes of this very instant. "Please, Daddy?" she mused cutely, swishing her little skirt back and forth as she ground up a bit closer for me. "Pretty please, take me to the first empty place we can find and make Your little princess feel like an owned little fuckdoll?" Even if that hadn't been my plan from the beginning, it certainly was now. The walk through the store went by in a sort of haze. Nothing else really interested me at this point - all my senses were trained on my princess. She smelled sinfully divine, sacrilegiously angelic... and I could hardly wait to taste her. The instant the coast was clear of meddlesome staff and patrons, I gently opened the bathroom door and shoved her inside it. As I followed her in she was giggling already, moving back into the corner as I locked the door. "Daaaaaddy~" she beckoned in a sing-song voice. "I'm reaaaady-" "You think you are," I snarled out, approaching her with the flames of Inferno's depths alight in my eyes. "You have no idea. I won't go easy on you, princess..." I tailed off as my hands found their purchase on her neck, squeezing with gradually building pressure. "And I will not be gentle." "God, I hope not," she teased even as her breath became a bit more ragged and harder to come by. "Your babydoll needs the worst of you, Daddy... can I have it? Nnngh... I promise... I'll take it like a big girl..." Fuck. That voice... the innocent yet raunchy begging look on her face as she pleaded with me... the echoing of her breath in the tile room... it was damn-near hypnotic. I was barely able to save her dress, snatching it off and tossing it aside. Seconds later she was balancing against the wall as seductively as possible while gasping for air. She wore the ropes, bound the same way I'd bound them when we first met... and nothing else at all. My teeth found her neck like a wolf driven mad with the need for the rut and I ground my still-clothed flesh against her, drinking in her plaintive mewls and whimpers of lust-heated frustration. My fingers slid the rope aside and exposed her drooling moisture to my fingers. Her lower lips hungrily suckled on me as her upper pair whisper-groaned sweetly about how much she'd looked forward to this. I pulled away only to yank my shirt off like a man possessed, some part of me that still retained control knowing to hold onto it. We kissed again, differently than before. This wasn't a polite, people-may-see kiss one does in public; this was the rough, insatiable claiming kiss, sloppy and bordering on desperate with its imperative, the type that dragged me closer to her even as I felt her melt against me. I spun her toward the wall and she assumed proper position without a second thought or a word, cute little rear propped up immediately and wiggling for my approval. A slap to her ass told her she'd earned it, and her response was a cute little groan and a giggle. I don't think I'd ever wanted my next breath as badly as I wanted her right then and there. I undid my zipper and teased her a bit more with the head of my shaft, wanting to watch her shake a moment longer. The shirt came around her neck and pulled her head back, her body crashing back into me as I forced her tiny frame to engulf my full length. Bathed in her heat as she practically went limp instantly, I kissed the air from her as my body did what instinct demanded and began pummeling my way into her with a level of reckless abandon and semi-feral passion. Even with my lips to hers, the sound of her felt impossibly loud and I was sure we'd hear knocking on the door at any moment. I broke the kiss and eased up my grip, letting her breathe a bit. She begged for more. I left handprints on her rump, my teeth marking her shoulders and upper back. The word "mine" was snarled out of my mouth so many times it seemed I'd lost the rest of my vocabulary in the sacrificial fires of our passion. "Yours," she parroted each time, begging me with her eyes when words failed her as well. She met my thrusts, didn't shy away for an instant... I felt I'd needed her since before we'd ever met. Location made it mandatory we finish quickly. My princess reached her climax first, and I used my fingers to bring her to another as I painted her rump with my seed. We were both heaving with exertion, sweating slightly and panting... and above all, content. We made ourselves as presentable as possible, though I'd refused to let her remove my cum from her flesh and she'd smirkingly agreed. I still don't know how we didn't get caught, truth be told. But we managed to slip out together, no one seeming the wiser. She leaned into me and kissed my cheek, then my neck, as we exited the store with beating hearts and a shared, twisted satisfaction. "I feel so claimed, Daddy..." she whispered out as we headed towards home. "I love it. Thank You." "Anything for my little princess..." I mused, grabbing her rump as we made our way down the street. I idly wondered how many people walking past could smell the sex on us... then moments later, the thought only amped me up further. "You do realize there's still more to come when we get home, right babydoll?" I asked her, pausing for a moment to wait on a crossing signal. She took my free hand in hers, smiled up at me, and kissed it. "God, I hope so Daddy." Greed Doesn't Pay Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story. DAN's STORY Since my early teens I've been interested in motorcycles. When I got a moped at the age of fifteen it didn't take me long to fix it to do 60 km/h instead of the legal 30 km/h. At sixteen I got my first motorcycle driving-license. Then I even found my way to the local speedway club where I within a few years was one of the stars on our top team. Speedway in Europe and Australia means four drivers driving four laps on an oval 350-400 meters long dirt track with 500 cc, 70 horse-power strong motorcycles without brakes and gearbox. Each heat takes only about one minute, which means that it is a fast, dangerous and action filled game and a perfect sport for TV. It is, therefore, a very popular sport in many countries. Just like sport stars are, we local top team drives were popular among the girls in my Scandinavian hometown. I had no objections when a rich daddy's beautiful but very spoiled daughter began to get interested in me. Why should a guy say no thanks to such a great trophy. To my great surprise she was both faithful and OK with me so my love for her increased by and by and had reached a fair level by the time her problems started. First her parents divorced and her mother left town with a new boyfriend. Then her father's business went bankrupt and her easy earned money for working a few hours a week for him came crashing to an end. When she got pregnant, I asked her to marry me, which she accepted. We never had any worse problems in our marriage than most other couples and two years after Thomas we had our daughter Anna, and became an average family. When Anna was two years old, Lena got a job at a bank. My sponsors had helped me open a motorcycle business, which began to grow better than expected. With two small kids and an increasing business I had to say no thanks to well-paid offers from English and Polish teams. That was much appreciated by Lena. After a few years I completely quit racing and concentrated all my efforts on my business. To everyone's surprise Lena did a good job at the bank and began to get promotions. When the kids were seven and five Lena was offered a six-month trainee program for further promotions at the main office in our national capital. She accepted and the bank kept her in a furnished two-room apartment and a discount card for the express train so she could get home for the weekends in less than two and a half hours. She used to come late Thursday evening or Friday afternoon and went back early Monday morning. The first two months went on without any problems. She spent much time with the kids and the family did a lot of things together. Even our sex life went to high levels during those weekends. We were a happy family. LENA's STORY Of course I was both happy and surprised when I got offered the trainee program at the main office. My husband had no objections and promised to take care of everything at home those four or five days a week I was away. I was given a nice furnished apartment within walking distance from the bank so I had no need to take my car with me, which saved me from a lot of parking problems. The first two months were both busy and interesting. I spent most of the evenings in the apartment and had been out for dining and dancing only a few times with my new friends. Then one Wednesday evening everything turned different. As a part of my training I had been working at one of the local offices, which had "open house" for giving their preferred customers personal advice in different matters. It had been a busy evening and the last customer had left us about 7.30 P.M.. The local boss, a pretty woman in her early fifties, invited me for dinner on the bank's account. She suggested a newly opened South African restaurant in the vicinity where she had never been before. I accepted it as a good idea. The place was decorated with souvenirs from Africa and was very crowded with an array of Africans, Scandinavians and mixed couples. We were asked if we could share a table for four with two others, which we accepted and were then guided to a table where two Africans were already seated. I sat down next to a well built dark black man in his early thirties who introduced himself as Henry. Mona sat next to a bit more brown man in his mid twenties who looked like a body builder. He told us that he was from Sudan and introduced himself with a name none of us could pronounce, so we called him for Jim. Mona ordered a Gin and lime for all four of us while we were waiting for our food. We had a pleasant chat with the men during the meal. We skipped dessert and I bought us a round of Gin and lime instead, which put us girls in a giggling mood. Then Henry suggested we have the next round at his club, which had a bit more African atmosphere. We accepted. It didn't take long time to get there in a taxi and as Henry was a member there, we had no problem getting in. The Africa club was in a basement and had a rather crowded pub where mostly single men were drinking beer. Next to the pub was a lounge, which was almost dark with loud African music. Off to one side there were an area with discrete booths. Henry found a booth for us and went to the bar to get drinks. When our eyes adjusted to the darkness we could see more details of the dance floor with both an eclectic mix of couples. Many of the men and women were dancing topless. Looking around I noticed with a blush that some of the women were only in bra and panties. The sight of those partly naked bodies writhing to the intensely suggestive music had a very erotic effect on me. When Henry returned with our drinks, he sat down next to me and gave me a blazing deep kiss. I had no objections. Neither had Mona when Jim, who had taken his shirt off, did the same to her. Then Henry took his shirt off and enticed me to take off my business dress jacket and top. I allowed him to squeeze my breasts while he kissed me but I didn't let him take off my bra. When Henry and I returned to the booth after some very exhaustive dancing I could see that Jim was successful with Mona, who now was sitting topless. Mona and her "boy toy" were locked in a very fervent kiss, with his hand under her skirt. Henry went away for a few minutes and when he came back he gave Jim a key and told him something, which I couldn't hear. Jim whispered something into Mona's ear and they left the booth. After some more necking Henry whispered in my ear, "Let's go to a better place." He then led me across the pub where he opened a door with a key. It was a small room which contained a bed covered with a black sheet. Now he took off my bra, laid me down on the bed and within less than a minute my skirt, pantyhose and panties were off. A few seconds later he was naked. He found a condom in a drawer under the bed. Holding it out to me I slipped it down over his erect cock. He spread my legs and entered me in one hard thrust. His cock wasn't longer than my husband's but it was thicker and he fucked with much harder thrusts than my husband. I got a real lesson on the difference between making love and being fucked. Henry fucked me hard as the slut I really am deep inside. He didn't care a shit about how I wanted him to do it for me. Thanks to the very erotic atmosphere in the club and our fervent necking in the booth, I was so wet that he didn't hurt me. I even reached an orgasm before he had his. It didn't take a long time of licking my breasts for him to recover and put on a new condom on his swollen, now even thicker cock. Before he entered me, he gave each of my ass cheeks a hard whack and told me to get them moving. Then his energetic fucking began again and I didn't dare disobey his request of moving my ass, as it was stinging quite a bit now. When he was ready, we dressed and went out to the pub where we found Jim waiting for us. He told us that Mona had already left and she had been a great fuck even though she was more than twice his age. Henry called a taxi and when we were at my apartment he informed me that Jim and he were going to stop in for a coffee. I tried to object but Henry didn't care what I said. He paid the taxi and asked Jim to follow us to my apartment. When we came into the apartment Henry's interest for coffee, had been replaced by his interest for my pussy. I made attempts to say no but within a couple of minutes he had stripped me naked, undressed himself and told Jim to undress. I had heard rumors that Sudanese men were well equipped, but was shocked when I saw that it was the truth, at least regarding Jim. I think even Henry was impressed. He handed Jim a condom and told him to give me a good doggy style fuck before he pushed his own thick tool in my mouth as a muffler for my groans and moans caused by Jim's huge pole. I thanked Heaven for him being much more tender than Henry. He was too big to give me any pleasure and Henry's thick cock deep in my mouth almost choked me. Jim began to push harder when he was almost finished, which caused me to wriggle and got Henry spraying my face with his load. Once again he used the camera in his cell phone. After we had cleaned up in the bathroom, Henry gave one more condom to Jim and told me to suck him off. I obeyed and noted that Henry took pictures of that too. Before he entered me from behind, he activated his camera for taking a picture of me with two black cocks. The fucking had turned to a real nightmare for me. Henry's thick cock began to hurt in my pussy and when Jim pulled my head to take more of his big cock, I puked. Jim had enough and went soft but Henry didn't care and continued until he was finished. After cleaning up, Jim dressed and left for home, but to my great disappointment Henry refused to go. He insisted on staying the whole night. What could I do? He fucked me one more time after Jim had left and then woke me up early in the morning, spread my legs and penetrated me without any attempts at foreplay. I began to wonder if he ever got enough. I had, because I was very sore between my legs and had a terrible remorse for what I had done. Then he refused to get up from the bed when I left for my job. I really tried to get him out of the apartment, but what could I do. I told him that I was going to the train station direct from the job and he couldn't lock the door from outside without a key. But he had a simple solution to that; he took my key and promised to put it in the mailbox when he had locked the door. I trusted him and left . On my way home on the train I got a message from him to my cell phone. A picture of his erect cock and the text, "I hope you want me again." I didn't reply. A new picture came one hour later, Jim fucking me from behind with the text. "Or do you prefer him?" I deleted the messages and switched off the phone. I succeeded to avoid fucking Dan on Thursday evening when I got home, but when he wanted to on Friday morning, I'm sure he noted that something was wrong. DAN's STORY Both our kids and I were looking forward to the weekends when Lena came home and the family had a good time. But then, when she had been away about two months one weekend I got a feeling that shit had hit the fan and something had gone wrong for her. She was tired and nervous, which was not her usual style. I asked her if she had problems on the job, which she denied. I got the feeling that she took part in our weekend sex as a duty and not for wanting it. She even got a feared look in her eyes every time the phone rang. When she had left on Monday morning, I noted that she had taken her spare key to the apartment with her without mentioning anything to me. To my good luck I had made a copy; which I kept at my job. LENA's STORY As usual I went directly from the train station to my job and when I came to the apartment after work, I noted that Henry had not left my key in the mailbox, which had me a bit worried. At 9:00 P.M. he came into the apartment using my key and refused to give it to me. I began to yell at him for the nasty messages he had sent to me. He only laughed at me and said that he did what he wanted to do to his woman. I shouted to him, "Hell no, I'm not your anything. Give me my key and piss off." He only said, "I'll show you." He then wrestled me down on the bed, unbuttoned my jeans and took them and my panties off with one hand and began a tender caressing of my pussy, which he never did last week. When he heard me groaning, he entered me and after a while I had an intense orgasm. Later on when we both were naked, he began to pinch my nipples until he got me to say that I was his woman. He stayed overnight and remained in my bed when I went to my job. He was still there when I got back from the job and told me that we had errands to do. During the day he had bought a sexy black laced bra, panties and stay up stockings, which he demanded me to dress in and then a white top, a light brown business suit and high heels. When I asked what was going on, he told me he wanted some professional photos of me. I told him that any kind of porn was out of the question, which he said that he understood. We left in a taxi and soon we were in a studio where Henry had a long talk with the owner, a fat Scandinavian man in his mid sixties. The photographer fiddled with the backgrounds and lights before he was satisfied. Then he began taking the pictures. First me completely dressed and then he told me to take off my jacket. Then Henry demanded I take off the top and thereafter the skirt. When I refused to take off my bra, Henry got angry and took it off. I didn't dare to object when he told me to take off the panties. The photographer told us that it would take some time for him to find out the best picture in every position. Henry took me to a small room with a bed where he fucked me. When the photographer shouted that he was ready, Henry went out naked and asked him to take some pictures of Henry and me. He did. When he showed us the preview pictures of me I must say that he had done a good job. The problems began when Henry said it was time to pay for the pictures. He told me that he had promised the photographer to fuck me today and tomorrow when the pictures were ready. When I refused, Henry got angry again and now he dragged me to the small room where he sat down on the bed, laid me over his knees, got a leather strap from the photographer and began a severe spanking of my bottom until I began shouting in panic, "I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it." And I did it. It was disgusting but I did it even the next day when we got there for the photo books with my pictures. Henry left me there alone with that man for two hours and promised he could fuck me as many times as he wanted. He did it three times; thereafter it was impossible for him to get it hard again. Back at my apartment Henry took the picture of him naked and me in my stockings and high heels only and placed it over my family photo in the frame I had in my bookshelf. Now I had become totally scared for what he planned to do with those books. I thanked the Lord it was Thursday so I could go home for the weekend and rest. I feared the worst for next week and decided to find out some way to get rid of Henry without getting my husband involved in any way. Henry sent his usual harassing messages to my cell phone but I deleted everything and switched it off before leaving the train. At home I complained about a headache and went to the bed. Dan noted that I had problems and asked me several times about it but I denied that I had any. To my surprise he didn't kiss me nor wanted to have sex. DAN's STORY The next week had me convinced that something was wrong. She sounded very stressed when I rang her on Monday evening. I rang her on Tuesday and left a voice message when she didn't take the call. She called back at 10:00 P.M. and sounded a bit upset but told me that everything was OK. I couldn't leave my business on Wednesday, otherwise I would have gone to see her. She rang me and told me that everything was OK. I didn't believe her and began to make plans to surprise her next Monday. When she came home on Thursday evening, she was in an even worse mess than during the previous weekend. She told us she had a terrible headache and went immediately to the bed. When I was sure that she was in a deep sleep, I took her cell phone, opened it and found that she had two messages with pictures during the last two hours. Everything from before that had been deleted, obviously just before she left the train. It didn't matter because when I got those two pictures downloaded to my laptop, I could see the details in them. These two were more than enough to cancel our marriage. One showed her naked on all her fours licking the tip of a naked brown man's long cock and a naked black man behind her with at thick cock just outside her pussy ready to enter her. The enclosed text was, "We miss you." The other picture showed her with only stay up stockings on her, lying on a bench and being fucked by an old fat man. The enclosed text said, "He wants more." I went down to the basement and puked. The man who had sent that crap must either be a totally insane stalker or some naughty asshole who did it in hopes that his actions would get Lena stressed and me to investigate her cell phone. This used to be one of the first things a husband would do when they suspected something was going on when the wife was away from home. I think he wanted me to dump her so he could take over. He had persuaded me to dump her, that's for sure, but I swore that he would learn that he had made the most serious mistake in his damn life. It was a chilly weekend. I didn't touch her and hardly spoke to her during the next three days. But I said to her, "You have acted in a very strange manner during the last week. Do you want to tell me about your problems?" She denied that she had any problems. I did my errands and filed for divorce on Monday then went to the capital to visit friends. Tuesday morning, after Lena had left for work, a friend from the local motorcycle club and I walked into her apartment. LENA's STORY Back at the job on Monday morning I went to the security office and told them that I had serious problems with a stalker. They promised to help me. Two men followed me to my apartment after work but Henry wasn't there. They waited until seven o'clock but when Henry had not appeared, they left and promised to give it a new try the next day. Henry came in and woke me at eleven and demanded to fuck me. Tuesday morning he told me that we had errands to do during the evening and remained in my bed when I left for work. About three o'clock my world collapsed when a man from a delivery firm came to my job with a big envelope to me. When I opened it, I found divorce papers and three pictures. One of me being fucked by Jim and Henry, one of me being fucked by the photographer and the picture of us Henry had placed on my bookshelf. I began to cry hysterically. The security people took me home, but no traces of Henry in the apartment. The extra key Henry had used was on the table and my bed was stinking of urine. I tried to call Dan but his secretary told me that he was out of town on business. Nobody was home at our house and Dan's cell phone was switched off. DAN's STORY When we came into Lena's apartment, we found a naked black man sleeping in her bed. We went immediately into action, sprayed his face with pepper spray, hit his head with a baseball bat and when we had him impaired we taped his eyes, mouth, wrists and ankles with duct tape and phoned for assistance. While waiting for assistance we investigated the apartment. I found that a picture of this man and Lena naked replaced the picture of my family. I found porn pictures of Lena in her laptop and the photo books of her. In the black man's pockets we found a wallet with his name Henry Mindola and his address. We then found a key ring in which I found the missing key to this apartment. I took it off the ring and laid it on the table. The assistance, two men, came with a big wood box in which we put Henry. He had pissed in Lena's bed and all four of us in my team did the same. Then we took him out to the waiting van for transport to an old storage building outside the city. Greed Doesn't Pay Henry wasn't stupid. It took us only a few minutes to get him to understand that he already was in big trouble and if he didn't tell us the truth, he would be in more serious trouble. He told us everything about himself. He had worked as a car salesman in his native African country, sold a very expensive car for cash in US Dollars to a local clan leader and as his boss was away that day, he took the money and ran away to England. He got a job and had a pleasant life there until his boss had traced him and he had to run away again, this time first to Holland and then to Scandinavia. Here he had succeeded in making a deal with a female social welfare officer and had gotten a monthly payment for his non existing wife. He paid by fucking her monthly during an afternoon when she came to his apartment for inspection. He and a Sudanese guy met Lena and a Mona at a restaurant, took them to the Africa Club and fucked them there. He and the Sudanese even had a threesome with Lena at her apartment. He had fallen in love with Lena and saw her potential as a top escort but never intended to force her into anything or use her more than once a month as escort for a carefully selected businessman who wanted clever company for dinner and sometimes maybe even a quickie afterwards. We didn't believe a word of what he told about his plans. He got his well-earned hard punishment before we dumped him outside the emergency room at a big hospital. Though his punishment had nothing to do with any kind of racism, we expected him to begin screaming about that as soon as he could talk. He would have gotten exactly the same punishment even if he had been brown, white, red, yellow or some kind of mix of those possibilities. He had more or less raped a biker's wife, beaten her and forced her to fuck other men. However, in an attempt to avoid being suspected for racism, we burnt the word "RAPIST" on his cock with a small soldering iron. We made no attempts to trace Jim. He had not harassed any of the slut wives he fucked that night. In Henry's cell phone we found a picture of Jim naked with his erect huge cock. We sent one to Mona's husband with a note about when and where his wife had gotten a taste of that monster. We even sent detailed information to the local social welfare authorities about what Henry had done for getting tax money for supporting a non- existing wife. The local politicians and the local newspaper got a copy. We found out that she was married and as good citizens we sent a picture of the naked Henry to her husband so he could see what she got for his tax money. The photograph prompted a visit and both he and his studio were in rather bad shape when the visitors left his place. Even he had "RAPIST" burnt on his cock. Because the club had made it possible for Henry to fuck a biker's wife there, even the owner of the Africa Club got visitors who wanted to negotiate about Henry's future. Unfortunately for him he told them to go to hell. The next evening a truckload of cow shit was dumped outside the entrance to the Africa club, which caused panic among the guests. The next day the owner agreed to meet the bikers, who demanded he be responsible for sending Henry back to Africa with a one- way ticket when he got out of the hospital. The club owner agreed and got Henry's passport and a suitcase with his belongings. If Lena had gotten enough of dark cock at the African club like Mona did, I would have never known anything about it. Now, after getting caught, she did many attempts to get me to forgive her. But she had let Henry go too far before she began any real attempts to stop him. We divorced and she took a job in a town about 50 km from our hometown. I got custody of the kids, but I have never prevented Lena from having them during some weekends and holidays.