AUTHOR = JAX
E-MAIL = JAX@jaustin1.fsnet.co.uk
I'm not a nice man. I used to be before the world shit on me for the thousandth time and I decided, enough was enough. In one week I lost my wife of just three years and my job of fifteen. All of a sudden I had nothing left to lose. I decided to take what I wanted in the future. Of course I set out some rules for myself, like only take from those who could afford it, or couldn't or wouldn't report the loss. The same with sex. Only take from those who wouldn't report me. Despite my new "don't care" attitude, I didn't want to go to prison. I had enough money to last me for awhile so I had time to plan my next move.
Luck for a change was with me. The company for which I had worked all those years was a building contractor, who I knew paid council officials a bung from time to time to approve their building applications. This money was totally untraceable and couldn't be reported as missing if stolen. I knew the combination of the safe where the cash would be kept, but I also knew that it would be changed soon. They did this on a monthly basis as a general security measure, so I had to strike while I could. I also knew the rear door had a dodgy lock, so the following Friday night I forced my way in.
The safe in the Chief Exec's office was opened and the fat wad of twenty-pound notes were mine. When I counted my haul it came to ten thousand pounds, a goodly sum that would last me many months. My old firm may have suspicions about me, but they had no proof. In fact, it felt so good to get one back at them, I decided to carry on persecuting a little more. The Chief Exec had recently married for a second time, to a woman half his age, a real cracker. I had met her once in the office and my next project was to get into her knickers.
My new dark insight of men's behaviour, mainly my own, had instilled in me the chances that she may have some dark secrets hidden away somewhere and, if I could find this out, she would be mine. It was so laughably simple; people didn't realise how easy it was for me to follow them. Two days, that's all it took to find out she had a secret young lover. Tuesdays and Thursdays she would drive off and meet this twenty-something guy for a quiet drink and then to a room in the same hotel. A hundred pounds in the grimy hand of the porter provided me with a passkey and a further fifty got me a rented video camera. They were sure enthusiastic in their lovemaking... oh to be young again.
"Mrs. Simons," I said on the phone, "I trust you have the package I sent to you."
"Yes," she whispered in reply.
"Oh good," I continued, "I'll be around this afternoon... and be aware that I have a copy that will be sent to your husband should you think of trying anything cute, OK?"
"Please," she begged. I could hear her crying.
"I'll see you soon," I said and hung up with a huge smile on my face.
"Please, why are you doing this?" she whimpered. She had not recognised me from our one and only meeting.
"I'm doing this to enrich my life, Mrs. Simons," I said, my cock already hard from just looking at this beautiful creature.
"I haven't got much money, please," she begged. This was delicious.
"Okay then, why don't you take your clothes off," I said.
"Oh no please, I can't," tears now streaming down her face.
"Of course you can. Here, let me help," I said.
Grabbing her shoulder I turned her, and pulling the zip of her dress all the way down, it fell at her feet, leaving her just in bra and knickers. I unclipped her bra and then rolled her knickers down her legs. She was now naked. She just stood there, naked, in the middle of her lounge staring at me like a frightened rabbit. I took her hand and led her to the couch. My knee nudged her legs open and I unzipped myself and pushed my hard cock into her dry pussy.
"Oh no, please," she begged, but her cries only stimulated me more.
Soon I was thrusting hard into her. I looked down at her naked body, watching my cock push in and out of her, while her small tits moved enticingly under my onslaught. I didn't last long. Soon I was pumping my sperm deep inside her.
"There we go," I said. "That wasn't so bad, now was it? And your husband will be oblivious to your young stud for at least another week."
"What?" she said not really understanding me.
"I'll be around next week for my next installment," I chuckled.
"Oh no, please," she begged, as what I said dawned on her small brain. "I'll get you some money. I can find a few thousand, please."
"Okay, you can come up with the money," I said, "but be careful, we don't want your hubby to find out, now do we?"
In fact, it took her a month to find the five thousand pounds, so I took her body instead. Each time her tears only stimulated me to abuse her body more. I made her pose her naked body for me, showing herself off lewdly in front of my Polaroid camera. In the end I took the money and left her in peace, confident that she couldn't betray me.
What to do now? I had a year's worth of money under my mattress, but I could be vulnerable to some sort of counter action by my old firm. It was ridiculously easy to apply for a passport in a different name. Armed with this, I opened a new bank account and moved from my rented flat to a monthly lease in a motel room. Now that I had covered my tracks, I could start on my next project. I was certain that the numbers had been changed on the company safe by now so any revisit was out of the question, so I decided that the attack on trophy wives was much more rewarding. I had to pick my victims with care of course; not all trophy wives were having affairs. But since I had started following them, I had found out that about 1 in 3 were. I also found out that you didn't have to be sneaky as I had before -- to just burst in with my Polaroid camera flash going off would do the trick. Lover boy would flee in panic, leaving his partner naked, defenseless, and often crying, to face the music alone.
"Please don't tell my husband," my new victim begged.
She was the young wife of the Chairman of a multi-national electronics firm. She held the sheet up as a shield to hide her naked body from me, her tears flowing down her cheeks. I closed the motel door and sat down on the bed next to her. I gave her my nasty smile.
"Drop the sheet," I demanded.
"Please," she said, fresh tears rolling down her face at my words.
"Do it," I said again. This time the sheet dropped to reveal her naked torso. "That's better," I said. "Do as I tell you from now on and we'll all be happy. Firstly, I'm not going to send these pictures to your husband..." I paused to see the look of hope enter her eyes, "unless I have to. What I want from you is as much money as you can safely find, OK?" I said. "We don't want to alert your husband with large withdrawals from your savings accounts." I smiled at her again. "When I feel you have given me enough, I will leave you alone, OK? Until then, and to concentrate your mind, I will take the interest out of your body."
Her face was a picture of disbelief and panic.
"Oh no, please, I can find a few thousand," she blurted out.
"Good, that'll do for starters," I laughed.
My hands reached out to fondle her body -- very nice. These top executives have good taste in women. She lay still as I spread her legs and pushed my hard cock into her. Despite herself, her hips pushed back at me until I came deep inside her.
"Now that we are acquainted we must do this more often," I said. "I suggest you lose lover boy and focus your mind on finding me the money."
I left her then, but she came through with flying colours -- a total of fifteen thousand pounds and seven fucks. At the end I think she had started to enjoy our sessions together. Her pictures now also grace my photo album. Her smiling face and naked body bares witness to my second successful conquest and she covers many pages for me to look back on with a smile.
My next victim was primed and waiting for me to move in on her. She was the buxom new wife of an Executive Vice President of the local bank -- what great tits she had. While her new hubby was away on business, she liked to entertain the two young black studs who came around to clean her pool. She really should keep those drapes closed when she's entertaining. She already occupies two full pages in my album and she will grace many more before I am finished with her.
THE END
