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Richer

By: WFEATHER



A hefty egg was churning inside me and a powerful vibrator had been secured with duct tape to my clitoris. Between them, the pleasure being forced upon my body was intense, almost to the point of being overwhelming. I could not even begin to guess just how long I had suffered this fate, nor could I begin to guess at the number of orgasms I had endured. All I knew was that my body kept lurching and twisting and shaking of its own accord, to the point that an outsider probably would have thought that thousands of volts of electricity were surging through me, although my screams were definitely those of pleasure and not pain. 

He simply smiled, the admiration and the love in his eyes evident even through my blurred vision. He was clearly enjoying my pleasurable distress, sitting on the edge of the old wooden bed and grazing his fingernails up and down my chest, gently stroking me between my breasts, directly over my pounding heart. While he truly enjoyed hearing me beg, he was very much savoring this particular scenario as I screamed orgasmically between semi-coherent pleas and rocked the bed violently as I struggled futilely in the secure bonds which held me in place and prevented me from ripping away the powerful vibrator and the hefty egg. 

The pleasure was so intense that I was crying, yet through the tears, I could see his lips move. If my head had not been so thoroughly filled with lust, I might have been able to read his lips, but without that ability, without being able to hear him due to the pounding of my heart and the piercing cries of my own voice, I could not know what he was saying - knowing him, it was probably some type of praise. 

And then he smiled again, and a moment later he bared his teeth. 

Despite the tears, I know my eyes widened - they always do when I see his fangs begin to grow. 

As if on cue, another orgasm wracked my body, my vision fading as my eyes rolled back in my head and my screams peaked once more. His cool hand on my cheek brought my eyes back to his face, focusing on his mouth, finding his fangs at nearly their full length. Once more his lips moved, and this time, I was able - somehow - to understand just a single word, the word which stated why I was bound to the old bed with so much pleasure being inflicted upon my body: "test." 

He wanted to test whether multiple forced orgasms would make my blood even richer. 

His head dipped toward my chest, and his lips seemed to somehow peel just slightly back as his mouth opened wide and then began to slowly close... 

Between the exquisite pleasure emanating from my groin and the agonizing piercing of a breast, I am still quite amazed and impressed that the old wooden bed did not break, such was the violence of how I fought the strong ropes connecting each wrist or ankle with the nearest sturdy bedpost. Pleasure and pain collided within me, the strange combination spawning new sensations, new emotions, and a renewed vigor of struggling and screaming as he drank from me in an act which threatened to terminate my life. 

But he let me live. The pain in my breast remained even as he looked down on me with amusement, his dark eyes full of wicked glee and sadistic delight and undying devotion. The twin trails of crimson red dribbling from his lips to his chin appeared practically obscene against his near-albino flesh. He placed a cool hand between my breasts, the difference in temperature practically reaching my thudding heart to help calm me slightly even as I felt trickles of my own hot blood spilling over the side of my breast to mar the white sheet beneath me. 

He said something, but it was lost in the renewed scream resulting from having yet another orgasm forced upon me. For a moment, I lost my sight, and when I could see again, it was a vision of his head reared back, his mouth wide as he unleashed a sound of bloodlust, a sound which always shook my soul with innate fear. His head quickly descended, his fangs at their full length and clearly capable of mutilating my other breast... 

Clearly, I had passed out, or at least my mind had simply stopped processing the sensations and emotions associated with my selfless giving, for his face was clean as he used a washcloth to wipe the sweat from my face. The vibrator and the egg were inert and I could still feel the deep aching in each breast, but I could already feel my body healing itself in that near-magical way which made me the perfect companion for him. 

"You have never given me such a show before," he whispered, even though he could have easily implanted his words and his thoughts into my mind. "Not even in their last struggles for life has anyone fought for freedom like that in my presence." His smirk was proof that what he had just said was indeed true, and it also reminded me that while he enjoyed me and admired me and perhaps even loved me, he could very easily bring my young life to an end. 

...or turn me. 

He set the washcloth aside and reached for the carafe on the bedside table. After pouring a little water into one of the awaiting glasses, he tipped the glass over my lips, allowing me to drink. It was amazing how greedy I was for the water, my head even chasing after the glass when he lifted it away. "Not too much at once," he gently admonished me, in the same way I had done with him when I had discovered him several years earlier. 

Because of his position, he blocked my view of the clock atop the dresser. "Time?" I finally asked. 

He glanced over his shoulder, then turned his attention back to me. "A little past three in the morning. Still plenty of time before daybreak. Still plenty of time for me to enjoy you a little more." 

I smiled weakly. "I know you can last until dawn, but I don't know if I can given how much you've made me cum tonight." 

Like a stereotypical male, his face beamed with egotistical pride. That was when he set the glass back on the bedside table and stood. 

"By the way," he commented as he unbuckled his belt, "the test was a success. Your blood truly is richer after multiple orgasms. I may need to force repeated orgasms on you every week when I feed from you." 

As I watched him finish undressing, I doubted that I would be able to walk if he truly did do that to me week after week for several months in a row. But given that I was still bound to the bedposts, given that I was definitely too weak to put up much of a fight if he decided to force more orgasms on me, I simply resigned myself to helping him survive and serving him in every way that I could.

Riches



I was pissed because my car was in the shop and that meant I had to take the bus. Oh well it was only for a few days but still I had to walk about two blocks because that was the closest stop to my house. I guess I should say a little about myself, my name is Daniel Hill, I'm 38 and work for a water bottling company; we bottle water for office water coolers. I'd been married once but that went to hell after my wife miscarried and then decided to cheat on me.

Suffice it to say the divorce was very nasty and she pretty much cleaned me out. I know she cheated on me, but you'll be amazed at what a good divorce lawyer can do for you. In this case they argued that I didn't provide enough emotional support after she lost the baby so she was inclined to look elsewhere. They even had a shrink and all. Oddly enough she didn't ask for alimony payments even though she had the chance to clean me out. I swore never to get married again and moved to another part of the town, and shut everyone out.

My friends after a while stopped calling because I didn't return their calls and that's where I met Betty; she was my next door neighbor and took it upon herself to bring me back to the real world. At first I tried to resist offering polite excuses but she is one very persistent woman. I think she is about my age or slightly older, quite frankly I never asked and she never told. She's about 5'6 blond hair and soft brown eyes with a beautiful face to match. She would take me out for coffee and dinner and wouldn't accept if I offered to pay.

The interesting thing about all this was we rarely spoke which from the outside seemed very odd but for us it was natural. By nature I'm the quiet type and after the first couple of outings I realized she wasn't bothered by it. We would chit chat but for us it was more about keeping each other company. We would take walks at the local park and hold hands as we walked. Then slowly I started opening up to her and told her about my personal ordeal and it surprised me how relieved I felt after talking that. In turn she opened up to me and I learnt that she was also married once but she left after he got too physical.

She owned a local temp agency which mainly helped women with little or no skills get back on their feet after coming out of abusive relationships. As time went by we would talk about anything and even though we never expressed it the level of trust had finally been established. We exchanged house keys even though we weren't dating and the closest intimate gesture we ever shared was a soft kiss on the lips after she took me out for my 38th birthday. I offered to return the favor but she told me she didn't celebrate her birthday anymore and that was the end if that.

Now as I was walking towards the bus stop, I was thinking how I'd have to change my schedule because I'd have to catch the seven fifteen bus if I was to get to work by quarter to eight. I was a floor supervisor which meant I had to be there before everyone else. When I got to the stop, there was only one other person, a woman who looked pregnant and was crying. Usually one tends to stay away from other peoples domestic or personal problems, especially in my case, but for some reason I had to ask. I guess hanging around Betty had rubbed off on me.

'Are you okay ma'am?' I asked. She looked up at me and she had the most clear blue eyes I'd ever seen almost transparent. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and nodded her head. I handed her a handkerchief and she blew her nose. She looked unkempt; her hair looked like it hadn't seen a comb for a while and her dress looked like it had seen better days.

'I'm sorry it's just that I've nowhere to go,' she replied amid tears.

'Listen there's a women's shelter about two blocks from here, they can help you I'll take you there if you want,' I offered.

'Please you don't have to, thanks for the offer.'

'Where's your husband or boyfriend, I'm sure someone is looking for you.'

'I have no one …' then she broke down again and this time cried for quite a while. I didn't know what to do, so I just hugged her and tried to console her which even surprised me.

'Listen this place isn't very safe especially for someone in your condition, when was the last time you ate?' What was I saying, here's a woman I'd just met and I'm offering to buy her food.

'Last night,' she answered breaking my train of thought.

'That's not good you're supposed to be eating for two, come with me,' I told her as I took her hand and offered to carry her small bag and headed to the nearest restaurant. Looks like I was going to be eating out tonight. 'What's your name?' I asked.

'Annie,' she replied shyly.

'I'm Daniel nice to meet you.' We walked in silence, and when we stopped at a traffic light I got the chance to really study her. She was about 5'5, shoulder length dark hair although I wasn't sure that was her real color and despite her tired look a very pretty face. She caught me staring and blushed; 'do I look that bad?' she asked and for the first time saw her try to smile.

'No it's just that you remind me of someone I met a long time ago, she had eyes like yours but I'm sure people tell you that all the time.'

'Actually they do but you get used to it after a while.' At the restaurant she ate like she'd never eaten before and even some of the patrons were staring at us. She really was hungry and she even offered to finish my meal for me which I was glad to let her do. 

'Wow you really were hungry,' I said trying to liven up the mood. One thing that we still had not discussed was where she would spend the night. After paying the check, I offered to take her to the shelter but she still resisted. Then she made a very strange request. She asked if she could crush at my place. Now I've never had anyone crush at my place and was a bit hesitant. She saw this and offered to work for her stay; you know clean the place, cook and general upkeep. But there was still a lot I didn't know about her and I was hesitant because we'd just met.

'Why don't you want me to take you to the shelter? They would take care of you better than I would,' I pitched in.

'I don't want my family to find me,' she said after a long pause.

'But isn't that what the shelter does? Protect you from harm and in your case your family.'

'You don't understand, they kicked me out and told me to get out of town,' she said then broke down again. Something wasn't right here but I wasn't going to push it. After a while I don't know why but I took pity on her and agreed she could spend the night at my place, she looked sincere. When we got home she asked to use the bathroom and practically ran in. My house was a modest two bedroom house or shack depending on how you looked at it. The spare room still contained unopened boxes three years after my divorce which meant one of us had to sleep on the couch. I decided I would sleep on the couch and told her so when she got out. She offered to sleep on the couch since she didn't want to be an imposition. I wouldn't hear any of it and after a bit of back and forth she reluctantly accepted.

So far it had been an interesting day and I was sure tomorrow would be even more so because she had a few questions to answer and this time I wasn't going to let her off easy. I didn't even know how far along she was, but all in good time. I was tired and so was she, so I grabbed a few beddings, showed her where the towels were and left her to clean up. I tried to watch some TV but couldn't because something about her still nagged me.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul; there was something about her eyes I couldn't quite put my finger into because I knew I had seen them before. This brought back memories of when I had been invited to the Locke mansion. They were the power brokers in this city. I guess being rich does afford one certain rights and privileges and in their case they exploited every one of them. They treated everyone like shit especially the help. The only exceptions were the old lady Rose and the granddaughter Samantha.

I had met them during the party which I believe was Rose's fiftieth birthday and the girl Samantha must have been no older than fourteen. She was shy and it didn't help that she had braces and tried to avoid smiling whenever she could. The party was coming along good until the son Robert, Samantha's dad, started arguing with one of the guests and literally tossed him out. I later learnt that the matriarch Rose couldn't control him because her husband had left Robert in charge of everything.

Robert had a reputation of being mean and would black ball anyone who dared cross him. No wonder his kids turned out like him, because hardly a month passed without something in the local news about one of the boys' little adventures. The only exception was the girl Samantha. I remember one of the few times she was featured in the new was when she saved an old man's life by giving him CPR and resuscitating him. But for some reason they made him change the story and say he had tried to get 'fresh' with her.

Poor man, he was sued for inappropriate behavior with a minor and even spent time in jail when he refused to change his story. Talk about getting screwed. After that the girl disappeared and nobody had heard of her since. For some reason Annie reminded me of her because they have the same eyes which her grandma Rose also has. But who was I kidding Samantha wouldn't be out on the street alone. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard sobbing from the bedroom; I hadn't realized that she had finished showering.

I contemplated going in and comforting her but what if she wasn't dressed or she just wanted to be alone. After about ten minutes I couldn't take it anymore so I knocked softly on the door and when she didn't answer, I entered. She was sobbing into the pillow and to make it even awkward for me; she only had her bra and panties on. I approached the bed slowly and sat down. 

She must have felt the bed move because she looked up at me, her eyes were puffy and red and I could see the sadness in them. Then she did something unexpected, she moved closer and rested her head on my lap and continued crying. This was getting really awkward, and after my initial shock did what any caring human being would do; I started caressing her head which was still dump from the shower.

'It's okay, everything is going to be okay,' I cooed. This brought back painful memories of when my ex-wife lost the baby and for the first time since I met Annie I thought of getting up and leaving. But something stopped me; she just wanted a shoulder to cry on so I let her cry. 'Let it all out, don't hold anything back,' I tried to encourage her.

As I caressed her, I got the opportunity to study her a bit more, I know it's not right, and that's when I saw it. She had a scar on her right shoulder shaped like a crescent and that's when it hit me, it was Samantha. You see a few weeks after Rose's party Samantha tore some ligaments on her right shoulder while playing tennis with her grandma and had to under go surgery. And I remembered a picture of her in the papers wearing a tank top with her scar was exposed. 

My head was spinning because first off she wasn't supposed to be here and secondly if her family found her here I would be in a lot of shit. Considering what they had done to the old man, I didn't want trouble from this family. By now she had stopped crying so I motioned for her to sit up which she did.

'What are you doing here? And please don't tell me this is some kind of social experiment,' I asked a bit harshly.

'I don't understand, did I do something wrong?'

'I know who you are, I saw the scar, so no more games,' I replied and then I saw the panic in her eyes.

'Please don't kick me out …' then she started crying again. 'My family kicked me out because I wouldn't tell them who the father was,' she added amid sobs.

'When was this?'

'Four months ago. Dad cut me off, closed my bank account, canceled my credit cards and threatened my friends if they tried to help me.'

'How have you been supporting yourself?'

'I had some cash but it ran I'm almost out and I didn't know what to do. I only have enough for bus fare to the next town then …' she trailed off.

'Why didn't you just tell them who the father is?'

'Because I don't know, I was at a graduation party and I had a bit too much to drink, I'd never had tequila before and I think one of the guys took advantage of that. They wanted me to get rid of it,' then she really started crying. Sadly this didn't surprise me because knowing her dad, this wasn't beyond him.

'What about you grandma, I remember you two were very close surely she's not that vindictive?' I asked.

'They wouldn't let me contact her, her house help has been warned about letting me contact her with dire consequences.' Poor kid now I really felt sorry for her.

'Listen about your offer to take care of the house in exchange for room and board; I guess you can stay while I figure out what to do, but can you cook?'

'Yes, and do laundry and wash dishes. I've learnt to do all of that lately until the doctor told me to slow down.'

'Can you afford regular visits to a doctor?'

'No, I've been going to the free clinic.'

'Wait a minute, wasn't that clinic set up by your family because I remember them making a huge deal out of it. Aren't you afraid the doctor might inform on you?'

'Not really, he's new.'

'Can I ask you something and feel free not to answer; what happened between you and the old man you saved?' she looked down and after a while took a deep breath and looked at me.

'I regret everyday for not coming out and saying something. Since I was a minor I wasn't required to testify so they took him to the cleaners he didn't do anything wrong. I don't know why my dad did it, personally I think he gets off on seeing others suffer, but I was able to get in touch with him and tell him what went down. Surprisingly he had no hard feelings toward me and understood that it was all my dads doing. Then I was shipped to Europe.'

'What about your mum? I don't hear much about her?'

'She's what's called a dutiful wife, you know she bears the kids and is set aside as the others run the show. I'm surprised dad hasn't divorced her yet because he cheats on her constantly and all she does is take it just like a good wife. I'm worried about her though because she drinks a lot now and nobody seems to care,' she said with sadness.

'How far along are you?'

'About five months, want to feel it?' that took me by surprise and she saw my hesitation. 'It's okay I won't break.' So I felt her swollen tummy and surprisingly her skin was soft but I'm sure that would change as she grew bigger.

'You skin is soft, I thought you would be a bit tight by now.'

'I apply lotion every few days which will minimize stretch marks down the road and does wonders for my skin. Actually I was going to do that in the morning but if you don't mind could you do it for me now because its getting hard as time goes by.' She handed me a bottle and lay back. Her bra barely contained her boobs which I guessed to be 36C and her little panties barely hang on. I slowly massaged the lotion on her skin which seemed to relax her and every now and then would let out a contented sigh.

I did this for a good half hour then when I got up to leave she stopped me. 'Please stay with me; I would like to feel someone's hands around me it's been so long.' I didn't know what to say and since now I felt I knew her a bit, I figures I could do it then when she fell asleep I would slip out. So I pulled back the sheets and we both slipped under them. She snuggled up to me and I wrapped my arm around her and we settled down to sleep.

Her body was soft and warm and her butt was seated on my groin which didn't help me because between my thin boxers and her tiny panties our combined body heat was killing me. I was starting to get an erection and I'm sure she felt it because she would rub herself on me and sigh. I couldn't sleep like this because, first of all I hadn't been with a woman since my divorce three years ago and it didn't help that Annie or Samantha was almost half my age and really pretty. 

After trying unsuccessfully to sleep, I decided to go and grab something to drink because this was going to be a long night. I tried to be as quiet as possible but every time I tried to disengage my hand she would tighten her grip on it. After a few tries I gave up and settled in, I had to be up early for work. I woke up around four in the morning and saw that she had let go of my hand and had rolled over and was facing me. 

From the little light there was, I was able to study her peaceful sleeping face and wondered why the hell anyone would want to kick her out. So she made a mistake and unlike the rest of her family, took responsibility for it. I must have dozed off because when I woke up it was almost six thirty. I slowly slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I cleaned up quick because I didn't want to miss the bus, left a note with instructions for Samantha and some cash, and headed out. 

Around eight I called Betty and asked her to check in on Annie I didn't give her any details because I knew she would call back. And lo and behold she did call back and let's just say she was going off at warp speed. Who was she, was I the father, where did I pick her up and so on. I tried to calm her down but she wouldn't. I asked her to drop by that evening for dinner and asked to help Annie buy some groceries and some clothes which she didn't mind. Knowing Betty she would try and squeeze as much info out of her as possible. 

The day seemed to drag on and I couldn't wait to get home. When I did get home, I heard giggling and laughter coming from the kitchen. When I walked in Betty was chopping up some onions while Samantha was cutting up some lettuce. I froze, Samantha looked beautiful her hair had been done in French braids and she had on a short maternity dress which showed off her sexy legs.

'What's the matter, don't we get a kiss?' Betty asked and they both giggled. So I gave them each a soft kiss on the lips. 'There was that so hard?' she added followed by another round of giggling. I had to get out of there. After cleaning up I retreated to the living room and Betty joined me. 'Okay who is she, and please don't tell me she's just a friend.'

'What do you mean, I only met her yesterday.'

'Don't mess with me, we have no secrets remember besides I like her.'

'Now you are the one who's playing games, I can tell you are slightly jealous. Listen what's wrong with helping someone?' I asked coyly.

'Come now there's more to it than that, besides the way she talks about you it's like you've met before, had you?' This was the moment of truth I had to tell her.

'Okay her real name is Samantha Locke,' I said and held my breath. At first it didn't sink in then a light seemed to go on in her head.

'Wait a minute Samantha isn't she supposed to be in Europe or Asia or some such place? It can't be what was she doing here and pregnant? Is she hiding from the baby's dad?'

'She doesn't know who the father is and when she refused to get an abortion they kicked her out.'

'Poor thing, so what are you going to do about it?'

'What do you mean?'

'She's pregnant and if I'm not mistaken she will want a stable home for the baby. This isn't just some woman you are dating I would caution you to handle this very carefully because if you aren't ready to take responsibility, you might as well tell her to leave. I would never tell you how to run your life and considering your past experiences, you better be certain you want her to stick around and not kick her out if things get to uncomfortable for you.' She had a point and I had not thought it through completely what it would mean taking in a pregnant woman.




Riches



'I see your point I guess I have a decision to make.'

'Don't do this because you feel you have to, do it because you want to. Do you like her, I know you just met but what does your gut tell you?'

'She's someone who made a mistake and needs a second chance.'

'Good now go talk to her tell her what you want and how you want to proceed and be as honest as possible, women like that.' I slowly got up and walked to the kitchen. Samantha was busy cleaning up and was getting ready to set out the dishes.

'We need to talk and before you say anything let me finish. Betty has brought up a few important things and I realized that in order for us to proceed we need to be on the same page. I'm sure she told you about my past, she's told me on more than one occasion to move on but I've been afraid of getting hurt again. I suppose its time I really left my past and moved on, and if our meeting was a window into the future so be it. I guess what I'm trying to say is if you want to you are welcome to stay…'

In a flash she was in my arms and hugging me. Then she started crying, 'You have no idea what that means to me and if you feel like I'm imposing on you just tell and I'll back off okay.' Wow that was easier than I had thought and it felt good getting that off my chest.

'You see a little honesty goes a long way with us women,' Betty said from the door, and I could see she had tears in her eyes so I went to her and hugged her to. 'Okay lets eat I'm famished,' to which we all laughed. And just like that it was settled. Dinner with Betty became a ritual for us as she became a frequent house guest, not that she wasn't before, but she considered my house cold and preferred me to visit her instead. But now she had a reason to visit. I finally got my car back which was a relief because this gave me more mobility.

We also seemed to get more visitors, mostly the neighbor wives most of whom I had never spoken to, but they all seemed to be drawn to Samantha. She had a quality that seemed to draw people to her. This was good because I knew she wouldn't be bored during the day and once in a while they took her out shopping. One thing that concerned me was her background, I wasn't sure if they really knew who she was or they just didn't care but that was soon settled.

One day I came home from work and the women had decided to throw a baby shower for her even though she was about a month and a half off. One of them brought up Samantha's family background and Betty, being who she is, told her that Samantha was staying with me because she had been kicked out. I expected there to be a whole bunch of follow up questions but none were asked. Just like that the issue was settled and from what I understand never brought up again.

One thing that we hadn't done was have sex. I know we slept in the same bed most nights but I'd been hurt before and this time I was going to take it slow. Sam, to her credit, didn't pressure me. One thing that I didn't know I was doing until she brought it up was how I would caress her belly every time we sat together. It was more a subconscious act than anything else because every time we sat on the couch she would snuggle up to me and I would wrap my arms around her and rest them on her belly.

She loved to sit between my legs, lean on my chest and I would wrap my arms resting them on her belly after dinner and I would start caressing her belly without thinking about it, so she asked me one day what prompted me to do that. I couldn't answer her because I didn't know I was doing it until she brought it up. She also enjoyed it when I massaged lotion on her belly and one day asked me to do the same to her boobs. This took me by complete surprise so half jokingly I asked if I could do her whole body if she would strip naked.

I didn't expect her to do it but she stood up with my help and took off her sleeping gown. Now it was my turn to look stupid. I stood there staring at her boobs which I realized was the first time I had seen them without any bra. She had large light brown aureoles topped of by nice long nipples. 'What are you waiting for? You asked me to strip so I did.' I just nodded and proceeded to massage her front side from the neck all the way down to her legs. 

I tried to avoid her pussy but she took my hand and gently placed it on her mound. 'It's okay I want you to do it.' I didn't need any more prompting because by now I had a very stiff erection. This gave me a chance to study her pussy. She had a very prominent clit which seemed to poke out of its sheath and her pussy lips were puffy and large. As I continued to massage her she started moaning and every now and then would tremble a bit which told me she was having mini orgasms.

I would insert a finger once in a while and she would push down on it, and after stimulating her for quite a while she suddenly sat up and looked at me, 'please make love to me Dan I know I told you I wouldn't push, don't worry I can have sex up until I give birth; at least that's what the doc told me.' I was hesitant and she saw this. 'It's okay we don't have to rush just hold me and we can go from there.'

She helped me take off my boxers and we both lay down with her back to me in a spoon fashion. For me it felt like I was having sex for the first time. I lifted her leg so that I could have access to her pussy and slowly inserted my dick in her very wet pussy. She let out an audible sigh and relaxed into me. I pumped slowly, I guess I was afraid I would hurt the baby, and she would meet my strokes.

Her pussy was tight and her muscles were doing wonders to my dick. Before long I was emptying my huge load, I guess three years without sex can do that to a man, and she also came and her whole body shook. I didn't pull out and her pussy muscles continued contracting around my dick and wouldn't you know it I was still hard and ready to go again. So I just continued pumping and this time we both lasted a bit longer. I caressed her belly and kissed the back of her neck as I pumped and this worked her up quite a bit.

I felt her approaching her climax and to heighten it I took a nipple and tweaked it. That did it because she let out a huge moan and she shook so hard she almost pushed me out of her pussy. I continued pumping until I came then she also came again. Wow I really did need this. 'You have no idea how much I needed that,' she said after recovering, 'I love you Dan, I know we are taking this slow but that's how I feel.'

'I love you to Sam; you know this changes everything now.'

'Is that such a bad thing? We both get to start over, how many people do you know who are lucky enough to get a second chance at love?' She was right but one thing still concerned me; her family.

'I know your family cut you off, but what if they come after you I don't know if I would handle loosing you.'

'I'm 23 years old, I'm not that little girl anymore and if I have to I'll sue them.'

'You do know your dad is buddies with the local judge and police chief.'

'I know but with you, Betty and the other neighborhood wives am sure we can take them,' she added with a bit of humor, 'besides why are we talking about my other family, I have a new one and this time I know you mean it when you say you love me and that's all that I care about I'm happy here and I'm here to stay. I know you would never bring this up but don't worry about providing for us because Betty promised to help me get a job through her temp agency after the baby is born.'

'Let me ask you, why don't you want to know the sex of the baby?'

'I want it to be a surprise, I know that's not an excuse but I like not knowing it adds to the mystery and this way I, I mean we, get to choose both boy and girl names.'

'What do you mean?'

'I would like you to adopt him or her. You don't have to answer me right away I know you had a painful experience and I'll understand if you choose not to.' Who was I kidding how could I turn that down.

'I'll do it, and before you tell me not to rush into it, I wanted to have kids but it didn't happen, then you came along and changed everything. I'd be honored to be the dad, well actually step-dad.'

'No way you'll be daddy I don't care what anyone says,' she said and then started crying. Her body shook from sobbing and I just held her. We slept peacefully that night and when I got home from work the next day, it seemed like all the neighborhood wives were in my house. Betty as usual was there and she had a stupid grin on her face when she saw me.

'Well it's about time daddy showed up,' she said which made them all laughed. I squeezed my way into the kitchen where Sam was busy making sandwiches for the ladies. 'What did you do?' I asked a bit bewildered.

'Actually I only told Betty and Laura, then well you know Betty she couldn't keep her mouth shut about such a thing,' she answered a bit embarrassed. I was still concerned about her family. Legally they couldn't force her to move back, but if her dad followed up on his threat, he could make life very difficult for us. A few weeks later we enrolled in Lamaze classes and I didn't know what to expect. I always thought it would be just breathing exercises and learning how to keep her clam while she gave birth.

But boy was I wrong. We had to watch birthing videos, just in case you've never watched one make sure you are strong enough to handle the screams because after a while it does get to you. The fun part was being shown how to stimulate the breasts so that she could start lactating. They suggested using a breast pump or massaging them. This was a no-brainer for me as I'd been massaging her boobs for a while now. I don't know who was more nervous as the due date approached. 

We got a few false alarms and each time we would go back home disappointed. Her hormones were acting up more and more, which was normal for a pregnant woman, and her cravings were driving me insane. I consoled myself with the knowledge that this would be over soon and I mean soon. Then one day I got a page at work that my girlfriend was at the hospital. I'm not sure how I got to the hospital, but I did and Betty was there holding her hand as she screamed after a contraction.

'It's about time you got here; I don't think I can handle my hand being squeezed anymore.' As soon as I took Sam's hand she let out a blood curling scream and squeezed the hell out of my hand. Now I understood what Betty was talking about, she cursed, screamed, cried and laughed all in the space of a few minutes. Labor lasted a good five hours, and thanks to Betty, who caught it all on tape, Sam delivered a beautiful baby girl. I cut the cord with shaky hands and we both cried and hugged.

Despite the fun we had in choosing a name for the baby, we still hadn't decided on one. She turned to me after the baby was handed to us and said, 'I want to name her after your mum.' This took me by complete surprise because we'd never talked about naming the baby after any relative. You see my parents died when I was 20 years old in a car crush and I guess one day I figured I would name my kids after them but this took me by surprise.

'Okay,' I answered after recovering.

'Then well name her Lillian Rose Hill, you like it?'

'I love it, I'm sure your grandma and my mum would love it if they were here.' I saw tears well up in her eye and we shared a deep passionate kiss. The nurse took the baby to the nursery which left just the two of us. I slid next to her and held her as she fell asleep from the exhaustion. I later called work and was given a week off to take care of things. I know that wasn't enough time but my boss was doing me a favor because we were approaching inventory time and he needed every one of us to be there.

A couple of days later Sam and Lilly were discharged and when we got home it seemed like the whole neighborhood had shown up to welcome the baby. Betty as usual was there and thanks to her, the nursery had been completed just in time for the arrival. Lilly had her mum's eyes and looks and everyone who held her seemed to fall in love with her. But we knew the hard part was yet to come. The first few days were okay because she would sleep almost all night but by the time I went back to work things got a bit hectic.

The midnight feedings, and on top of everything I had to keep an eye on Sam because some women go into depression after child birth. Fortunately for me Betty was would pop in during the day to check on them and every few days I would take Sam and Lilly on short walks around the neighborhood. Our sex life naturally took a hit but I understood that, one thing though she still let me do was massage her boobs which had grown a size larger since child birth but I wasn't complaining.

Once in a while she let me suckle them which usually made her cum but we still couldn't have sex. Another thing about her was she was inexperienced when it came to sex, something which I never really asked because due to her pregnancy, I was cautious about how we had sex. But now after giving birth, like a typical guy, the possibilities were endless. Then one night after nursing Lilly, she gave me the good news; she'd been cleared by the doctor to have sex again. This was music to my ears.

She had bought a sexy see through black negligee which she wore and to say my dick ached would be an understatement.

'I see you still like my body even though I still haven't lost some pregnancy fat.'

'No honey you look beautiful, now come here before I jump.'

'Before we begin I'd like to tell you something and please don't laugh.'

'What's wrong?'

'It's just that I'm … well inexperienced,' she finally said and bowed her head.

'Honey I don't care, okay, I still love you and if I have to I'll teach you everything I know, well the little I know,' I added with a laugh which seemed to reassure her. I slowly caressed her face moving my hand down and tweaking a nipple which made her moan. The material felt good against her skin and when I got to her upper thighs I slowly lifted the negligee over her head and dropped it on the floor.

I inhaled her scent and she smelled clean, I took a nipple in my mouth and slowly suckled which elicited a moan and then her body shook. She then pushed me on my back and straddled me something we'd never done before. She gently lowered herself and her pussy welcomed me once again after almost two month. The feeling was exquisite and unfortunately I came almost instantly.

'Wow you really did miss me,' she said with a giggle.

'That was a trial run, now for the fun part,' I added then laid her on her back. I slowly entered her because I was still hard and her pussy muscles contracted around my cock slowly massaging it. I picked up the pace slowly and pretty soon she was having orgasm after orgasm and by the time I came I had stopped counting and we were covered in sweat. I collapsed on her and she cuddled me. I don't know how long we were in this post coital bliss before were brought to reality by Lilly.

'I guess she's up for another feeding,' Sam said and left to take care of her. After that we would sneak an intimate moment whenever we got the chance which wasn't much but it was always fun. Slowly things started get back to normal, less midnight feedings and we had started weaning Lilly. We even discussed Sam getting a job and hopefully none of her family bumping into her. Things were looking up, I was able to buy a used car for Sam that way she didn't have to worry about emergencies and then our little fairy tale was shattered so to speak.

I came home one day and found Betty holding Lilly. This in itself wasn't strange because she was a frequent visitor, but when I entered the bedroom to change I found Sam crying on the bed. This really freaked me out.

'What's wrong honey?' I asked, she didn't answer me for a long time and then she shoved an envelope at me. The return address on the envelope was a Rose Locke, at first it didn't sink in then it hit me. How did she find out? What if her dad knew about us? I slowly took out the note and started reading.

Dear Sammy,

I'm so sorry for what my so called son did to you had I known I would have offered you a place to stay. They led me to believe that you had found a job in Europe but when you didn't write for almost a year I got suspicious and confronted them. Would you believe it, they still stuck to their story and for a long time I thought I had done something to offend you. A few months ago I was diagnosed with a brain tumor the doctors tell me it's not life threatening but I think they are lying. I'm sure you are wondering why I'm telling you this or how I found you. First of all I don't want you to feel pity I'm old and I guess my days are numbered but enough about self pity. As for how I found you, the local hospitals list recent births and just by shear luck I happened to come across your name. Congratulations on a healthy baby girl, I just wish I was there for you and the baby but I can't change the past. At the bottom is my private cell phone number feel free to call me and if you chose not to I'll understand. Take care sweetie and I hope you have a happy life.

Love,

Nana Rose.

By the time I finished reading it I was also teary eyed. 'You need to call her,' I said while turning to face her. 'Or if you want I could do it for you.'

'No that's okay; I just wish it was under different circumstances.'

'Tell you what, why don't you arrange a meeting so that the two Roses can finally meet,' I suggested.

'You know what I'm going to do it right now,' she said while picking up the phone and dialing the number. 'Hello Nana, it's me Sammy.' I left the room to give her some privacy and the spoke for what seemed like hours. Betty stayed for dinner and as usual wanted the whole scoop. That weekend we were meeting Nana Rose at a local restaurant and I was still worried about her dad. Sam as usual tried to reassure me that no one else would know because the rest of the family didn't pay too much attention to her anymore.

The weekend arrived and we got ready to meet her grandma. I didn't know what to expect and when we entered the restaurant we were shown to a back room which I knew was for high paying customers. It's good to rich. The last time I had seen Rose was about a decade earlier and when I laid eyes on her again, she was a totally different person. She looked old and tired, my guess was the chemo they were giving her, and had a slight stoop which made her look even older and frail.

They hugged for a very long time and it seemed she didn't want to let go of Sam. Then she approached me and hugged me and that's when I saw the tears in her eyes.

'Thank you for taking care of my Sammy,' she finally said then kissed me on the cheek. Then she turned to little Lilly and picked her up from her carrier. 'Finally I get to meet my great grand child, that makes me feel really old,' she added with a laugh. That seemed to break the tension and we sat down to eat. Due to the chemo treatments, she didn't have much of an appetite so she opted to hold Lilly as we talked and ate. She told us how everything was going to hell in the Locke mansion and she was thinking of moving to the Caribbean.

We also learnt that Sam's mum had been checked into a rehab center a few weeks back which cause quite a stir in their social circle. By the time we parted we agreed to meet again at our place and decided to make it a common occurrence. I guess it was a matter of time before Sam's dad found us and this time I really didn't know what to expect. For some reason he came to where I worked and demanded an audience with me.

'So, you are the night in shining armor who took my slut daughter in? What do you want?'

'I don't understand.'

'Don't play games with me, how much do you want?' Was he kidding me?

'Listen I don't want your money we get by okay without your money. Why did you come here? I thought you didn't want your daughter?'




Riches



'Listen she's a slut who brought shame to my family …'

'Please don't call her a slut,' I interrupted angrily. 'Get out before I kick you out.'

'This is not over Daniel, you'll be hearing from my lawyer.' And with that he walked out of the office. I called Sam who by this time had got a job at a local art gallery as a restorer and told her of our little encounter with her dad. She was pissed and I'm pretty sure she called her grandma because when I got home that evening she was there.

'I understand my son paid you a visit? Don't worry because this time I'm not going to let him destroy the only good thing to come out of this wrenched family.'

'But we can't afford a lawyer to fight him,' I tried to pitch in.

'Let me worry about that okay. This time he's gone too far.' She was getting angry and rightly so. We talked late into the night, and as I was escorting her to her car she told me to call her the next day because she had something very important to discuss. So the next day I called and suggested we meet for lunch. Her health of late had been taking a toll on her so the doctor had advised her to take it easy.

'When are you getting married to my Sammy?' she opened even before I could sit down. Of course this took me by surprise.

'What?'

'You heard me, so when can I expect an invitation because I'm dying and I would love to see her get married.'

'Well, I was hoping to do it on her birthday next month but then your son came along and now I don't know …'

'Ah don't worry about him. Do you have a ring yet?'

'No yet I'm still shopping.'

'Here,' she said and slipped off two of her rings, 'take this they've been in my family for a few generations and I don't know of a better person who deserves them more.'

'But this is …'

'Listen dear, Sammy is happier than I've ever seen her and it's all thanks to you, besides it's the least I can do.' By now I was crying and we hugged. 'Don't wait too long okay; I want to still be able to walk by the time she walks down the isle.' I was late for work but my boss understood. I decided not to wait and made up my mind to propose to her that night. I bought some flowers and was greeted at the door by Lilly who had started walking a few weeks back. She was still a bit unsteady but she could hold her own and she loved to be picked up.

Sam figured I'd had a good day because I was in good mood which was more than I could say for her because she knew better than anybody what her dad was capable of. But Rose had offered her help and we weren't going to turn that down. Dinner was the usual chaotic event with Lilly playing her food but after clearing up and helping Sam wash the dishes, I really started getting nervous because I realized I hadn't really thought this through.

'Honey sit,' I asked her while leading her to the sofa. 'After my divorce I vowed not to get married again, and then you came along and changed all that. I guess you showed me that life was about chances and you gave me a second chance. Honey I love you, will you do me the honor of being my wife?' I held my breath as she broke down and started crying, after a while I started getting worried because she still hadn't answered me. Then she looked up and just shook her head to indicate yes and we hugged.

Lilly trotted to where we were and I picked her up. She was curious as to why mommy was crying and kept shifting her gaze between me and her mum. Then I remembered the ring, so I handed her to Sam and went down on one knee. I know it was a bit late for that now but I wanted to do it proper. So I took her left hand and slipped the ring, she recognized it immediately.

'My grandma gave you this did she put you up to this?' she asked with a mock pout.

'No I've been thinking about this for a while and well let's just say she saved me the hassle of having to shop for a ring.'

'I love you.'

'And I love you more along with this little cutie that has to be in bed in the next ten minutes so that mommy and daddy can celebrate.' That night we made slow love until the wee hours of the morning and I actually had to call in sick at work because my groin hurt so much. Betty was ecstatic when we told her and offered to be the maid of honor. After what we'd both been through, we opted for a simple ceremony to be held at our back yard. But since it wasn't big enough Betty offered to tear down the fence between our properties which doubled the space we needed.

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Epilogue

It's been five years now and we were able to give Lilly to brothers to play with. Sadly Nana Rose died a year after our wedding but in her last will she expressed her happiness that she was able to see her favorite grandkid get married. She also left us a substantial amount of money which allowed us to buy a bigger house across the street and to say Betty was delighted would be an understatement. Quite frankly we had grown accustomed to her hanging around our place and the kids loved her. I guess being rich isn't always about money.



Richest Man in the World



I am the richest man in the world. Really. Every business magazine says so. Most people recognize me on sight.

You know the old saying, "Money is the root of all evil." How stupid. Everyone knows that money brings happiness.

I knew it too, and I went through five divorces trying to prove it. I just didn't find the right one, that's all. Well, actually I did, but there was an insurmountable problem.

I met Becky in my five-star hotel room, even before I met my first wife. I sat at the desk working while she cleaned. I had started my first business when I was thirteen. Since then, I'd spent every spare minute working, so I had little experience with women. Becky was friendly, and I knew how to put people at ease, so we were soon in a conversation. I was taken by her sincerity and lack of avarice. All the women I knew wanted my money. Becky was a breath of fresh air. I asked her out.

"I don't date guests," she answered, fluffing the pillows.

"I won't be a guest next week. Will you go out with me then?"

"No. You won't be a guest, but you'll still be the richest man in the world. Too much money corrupts people. It would never work out." Her reaction surprised me. I hadn't asked her for marriage, just a date.

I made sure to be working in my room every day that week when she was due. I felt a real friendship developing, but she wouldn't change her mind. I left her a gigantic tip one day and she handed it back with a frown. I knew better than to try again.

I forgot all about Becky when I met Sasha. I was full of happiness when we married. We had two good years, then Sasha left me, taking everything she could get. Devastated, I thought of Becky again. My assistant found out she still worked at the same hotel. He booked me into one of the rooms that Becky cleaned. We became reacquainted as she worked each day in my room. She was a great comfort in my sorrow. I played on her sympathy and she agreed to dinner, although she insisted I move out of the hotel first. "I don't date guests," she still declared.

We had a wonderful time. At the end of the dinner she said, "I had a great evening. You'll get over your loss in time. I'm sorry but we can't go out again." I was dumfounded, but I knew how stubborn she was.

I was certain my second marriage to Hannah would last forever. But it hadn't even lasted as long as the first one, when Hannah made her grab. Alone again, Becky came to mind. We found her working as a hostess in a family restaurant. I stood next to her hostess podium, quietly begging and pleading until she let me take her to dinner and a movie. I would have flown her to the Riviera, but that was all she wanted. Still, I hadn't had that much fun in a long time. The same for her. But the inevitable happened. "Thank you for the nice time. I wish you weren't rich because I really like you. But I can't see you again." She made me utterly crazy.

My third wife, Heidi, was independently wealthy. And the third time was a charm, right? Wrong. Not long after I said "I do" Heidi said "I don't", leaving me for my closest business partner. They snatched everything they could get as they walked away.

Becky was processing medical claims now. I coaxed her into two dates this time. When I took her home the second night I said, "Becky, we were made for each other. You know it's true. At least give it a try."

"Not while you have all that money. You already know what it does."

"What do you want? Do you expect me to give it all away?" She just looked at me. She could still make me crazy.

The fourth time around, I knew I was safe. Eve was not only wealthy, I got a pre-nup. She would get nothing if she divorced me. But Eve still found a way to stick it to me. She financed lavish serial affairs with my credit cards until I divorced her.

By now I felt jaded and used. I didn't go looking for Becky. I knew how that would go. I vowed to leave women alone forever. But I got lonely and Rhonda talked me into dance number five. We didn't dance for long. "Sucker," Rhonda said, walking out the door and heading for her lawyer's office.

I was more depressed than ever. Becky had become the supervisor of her little group of medical claims processors. She gave me three dates this time. Her sister had died and Becky had adopted her two small children. They came with us. They actually liked me. I liked them. But after the third night Becky said, "No more. You know why." It still made me crazy. I was in love with her. She was in love with me. I tried to win her with flowers and candy and jewelry. The flowers and candy brought notes that said, "Thanks, but please leave me alone." The jewelry got returned.

One night I stood on the deck of my biggest yacht, staring at my largest mansion, on the shore of my private island paradise. That's when I made my decision. Some worthy charities would soon be very happy.

I secured a job as a bookkeeper. When I had enough money for a modest honeymoon for the four of us, I knocked on her door. We all loved every second of that trip.

We'd just returned to start our new life together, when someone passing us on the street recognized me. She said, "I know I've seen your picture, but I just can't place you."

You know what's coming, right? I gazed fondly at my happy bride and my wonderful children and said, "I'm the richest man in the world."