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A Rich
Man
by
JS3729
Chapter One
Hello.
I'm a rich man. Very Rich. Last time I checked my worth was close
to 3.7 million dollars. But that was yesterday. It's probably grown
since then.
You might think I'm arrogant and bragging. No, I'm just telling
you the facts. You need to understand that much about me before hearing
my story.
I have been searching for nearly all of my twenty-seven years for
someone who will love me, not my money. It should not be a difficult
task, but I was married once and almost a second time. Neither
relationship lasted a year. Both of the women tried to soak me for as
much money as they could, but I was smart enough to insist on a
pre-nuptial agreement with my wife and made no promises to the other
woman, and they got just what they deserved, nothing more.
As proof that they only wanted my money, not me, neither of them
will have anything more to do with me, and frankly, I liked it that way.
I have women who are friends, and women who will bed me. But I
don't have a woman who can do both without the dollar signs getting in
the way.
I suppose I'm as much to blame as them. I expect certain things
from the woman I'm with, and maybe they won't or can't do it. But if
they would only tell me, I would listen,
and probably accede to their wishes. I'm not a difficult man to deal
with.
My business is family owned (or rather was, I'm the last of the
family). It makes me enough money that I could live very comfortably
with just it, but I also have my inheritance to add to my wealth.
Now, before you think I'm just pulling your leg, and I'm looking
for a sex slave or something, I've already tried that. That woman and I
still see each other, but I don't fuck her anymore. I just want a friend
I can talk to without worrying about whether or not she will leave me
broke.
I guess I should start my story when I got laid the first time.
I was eleven, and it was very forgettable.
Chapter Two
I was the youngest of four boys. My parents were filthy rich. My
dad had money before he married mom, and she was an heiress. They never
really loved each other, it
was more for convenience. Maybe that's why I want a loving marriage and
family so much - I never had one growing up.
My oldest brother, Corneilus (or Neil as he preferred) was daddy's
favorite. Neil was a carbon copy of dad, and he tried everything he
could to please him. Because of this, all us younger brothers hated him.
He was scrawny and sickly, but his mind was very sharp. He was free and
loose with his allowance (which monthly was larger than some people's
yearly salary) and he got all he wanted. We soon found out (but Dad
didn't) that he got all the guys he wanted too.
Yep, good old Neil was gay, and Dad would have disinherited him if
he knew. Because of this, Neil had to sneak his play boy toys into the
house when the parents were away, which was often. I used to watch
fascinated as Neil would bring some good-looking jock type home and
stick his short thin dick up the big guy's ass. They seemed to enjoy it.
As far as I could tell, Neil never did it the other way. Anyway, Neil
fell for a guy he met in college and went away with him. It broke Dad's
heart. He sadly turned to my next eldest brother, Carson, and instructed
him in the business.
Carson was the playboy of the family. Big, strong, virile and
insatiable, he was the girl's delight. So much so that it was his only
interest. It was funny to come home with
the parents gone and see Neil fucking some guy or gal in his room, and
Carson and one of his harem in his. Of course, I never got to use any of
those girls myself (I had no desire for any of Neil's boys - still
don't), and Carson just laughed when I asked if I could have his
discards. He told me to get my own chicks.
Dad was not happy about Carson's lifestyle, and even less happy
when Carson decided he didn't need the home life anymore and left with
some blonde bimbo he was
screwing. I didn't see him again for years.
My other brother, Conrad (or Rad), was the family athlete.
Football, Baseball, Golf, and other activities kept him busy most of the
time. I don't think I ever saw him screw anybody while he was still
living. Dad did not want to trust the business to him because Rad had
absolutely no business sense at all, nor did he want anything to do with
it. He was planning on a pro career in some sport, however it was not to
be. Rad got sick in his junior year, and for a long time, none of the
doctors knew what it was. He finally succumbed to an unknown disease in
the middle of his senior year. By this time Neil had left, and Carson
was never home, so that left me.
My name is Clayton, but I prefer Clay. I was and still am the
prototypical bookworm, complete with nerdy glasses, scrawny frame, and a
very shy and scared personality. I never dated because girls scared me
to death. It was one thing to watch Neil or Carson screw, but me
actually doing it was another.
My first experience was with a girl that wanted to get back at
Carson for dumping her. She went after Rad, of course first, but he had
little interest. She looked for Neil, but found him screwing a guy in
his room, so she figured he was gay. I was her last choice. I really
wanted nothing to do with her, and she wanted nothing to do with me. Not
conducive to a good screw, I must say.
Her name was Sally (I've forgotten the last name). She was built
good like all Carson's girls, but I could see why he dumped her. She was
the clingy, possessive type.
She even tried to possess me for a while, but I soon grew to hate it. We
only screwed twice before she realized that Carson didn't care one way
or the other and left to find other game.
Our night happened this way...
Chapter Three
Sally had made in plain what she wanted and why she wanted it. I
told her no, several times, but she finally convinced me by taking my
little prick out of my trousers and giving me my first blow-job. Since I
was only eleven, there wasn't much there for her to suck - just over
four inches erect. (Its now just over seven [ I grew a bit ]). But it
only took a few minutes of this to dump my first load of cum with
another person in her throat. Sally patiently waited until I was drained
then spat it up into the wash basin. So much for swallowing cum!
She then took her blouse off. Since she was 16, her breasts were
quite noticeable. Not large, but just enough for an eleven year old to
enjoy playing with. I was a little unsure what to do first - kiss her,
suck her tits, or finish undressing her so I could see that cunt I
wanted to see. She got impatient and pulled me into a kiss. Ah! I
decided she knew what she was doing and I didn't, so I let her lead the
way. I have regretted this over the years.
You see, Sally was the type who wanted to totally control/dominate the
man she was screwing. She had to be eaten to at least a couple of
orgasms before she would even remove her panties. And she had to come
first. She had to be really ready and wet before she would allow a cock
in her. As I think back, I guess she was the first control/ domination
freak I ever knew. Maybe that’s why I hate domination & bondage now.
She took her time with me. I noticed several things in the course
of the foreplay. First her body was great looking to me, no matter what
I was looking at. Second, she was evidently quite the slut because her
pussy was soaked throughout the whole experience, and I know it wasn't
for desire of me. Third, the smell emanating from her crotch was not
unpleasant, but was distracting to me. Finally, she almost left me
hanging when I didn't get hard fast enough for her after her blow-job.
Her cunt was already sloppy loose at sixteen.
Later she told me she had been fucking since she was my age, and
couldn't get enough cock to satisfy her. I asked her why she wanted
Carson so bad. She got a look of lust in her eyes. She said he was the
only boy who could wait her out when it came to coming, and the feel of
him shooting off in her during the middle of her orgasm was heavenly.
Sally and I screwed twice - once for her, and once for me. The
second time she didn't really want to fuck me, and it showed in her
actions. I was glad to get rid of her as Carson decided she was worthy
of a couple of nights fucking. I think he just wanted to show his little
brother that he could take anything from me he wanted.
Chapter Four
It took me until my junior year to get laid again. By this time
Rad was very ill, and Carson decided he should get laid at least once
before he died. He tried to bring Sally over, but Rad wanted nothing to
do with her. He then began parading his girlfriends in front of Rad in
various stages of undress. I enjoyed the hell out of the shows. Carson
saw me and just grinned.
Rad finally chose a nice redhead named June. She was also a
senior, and way off-limits for me. But she liked the athletes and had
come on to Rad before. Now, it was a mercy fuck for her. It was not to
happen, though. The date was made for a week from Friday. Rad passed
away on Wednesday, still a virgin. June came over anyway to see Carson,
who actually refused a fuck for the first time since he started having
sex. Rad's death hit him hard, and it was a full two weeks before he
felt like fucking again.
I had no problems with it though. Rad and I were never that close.
He was the anti-thesis of what I was, and I couldn't relate to him. His
death was a very sad time, but I knew it would happen, and was prepared
for it.
I decided maybe June's trip here wouldn't be a total loss after
all. I followed her down the stairs and stopped her from leaving. She
looked at me without really seeing me, and I realized she'd been crying.
I wondered why and asked her.
Her story brought an ache to my heart.
She had been infatuated with Rad since the first game he played
in. But she was very shy by nature, she knew Carson's brother would want
an experienced girl. So she seduced Carson and asked him to take her
virginity, she hated it, and it was very painful, but Carson was nice
and gentle, and she ended up doing it twice more with him. Rad still
ignored her which was like a knife in her heart when he told her he
wanted nothing to do with Carson's discards. She was miserable until
Carson talked to her for the fuck to the boy she had wanted for so long.
Now he was dead, and she wanted Carson one last time as a memory she
could keep of the family. But Carson refused her. She was a mess.
I still wanted to fuck her. She was nothing special for a redhead.
Short thin hair, small pockmarked face, short stubby legs, and no
breasts to speak of. Probably an A cup at best. Normally, I would have
not looked at her twice, and she would have ignored me. That day was the
best sex I have had in my life. And it was the only time I had it with
her. She was gentle, caring and loving and she seemed to enjoy it.
I couldn't though. I knew I was a stand-in for my dead brother,
and the second choice. She tried to make me feel like she wanted to
fuck me for me, but I wasn't buying it. Finally after she came a couple
of time, she gave up on me doing the same. My heart just wasn't in it.
She gave me a warm goodbye kiss telling me that she thanked me for
helping her hold on to Rad's memory a little more. She left and I was
sad myself.
She left for college two months later. I didn't see her for years.
Chapter Five
The sex I had with June had to last me until college, as I never
had the chance again. Dad was trying to teach me the business, having
given up on Carson. Neil was diagnosed with AIDS shortly after the end
of my freshman year, and we knew it was only a matter of time before he
too died. Dad visited him on the west coast and tried to make amends,
but neither of them really accepted the other. Mom refused to go - no
child of hers could have that Gay disease, what would society think!
Carson also didn't go because he was too busy fucking to pay attention
to his brother. I waited until everybody had visited and then I went to
see him.
I took Sally with me. She had begged me to take her. She told me
that Neil had taken her cherry so long ago, and she needed to see him
one last time. They met, and Neil was too weak to fuck, so she just
sucked him off. It would be the last sex he would have. Sally must not
have been thinking or she would not have done it.
-*-
You guessed it, she contracted AIDS from that one session with
Neil. She refused to believe it, though and she tried to continue to
fuck, but the word had got around, and nobody would touch her. She
retreated into a shell and became almost living dead. When Neil died,
she lost any reason to live and she was gone in less than a week.
-*-
After that much pain, I resolved to throw myself into school and
forget about relationships. The resolve lasted for about three months
until I met Roxanne.
Roxanne was a girl who knew what she wanted and she got it using
whatever she could... In my case it was unlimited sex whenever I wanted
it. She was a enthusiastic lover, and she was nearly insatiable. Or she
was until I married her, then she turned cold and frigid. Later I found
out she was screwing anybody but me. It was like she got what she
wanted, and she didn't need it anymore.
Our first date was arranged by Carson, of all people. He wanted me
to date her because she was brave enough to turn him down for sex.
(Later, she admitted it was because she knew I would be easier to
control). In a very short time she was sucking my cock without me even
begging. I did not fuck her that night even though I knew she would. I
was a little frightened about how fast things moved, and I wanted to go
slow.
I found out later she was so turned on she fucked her roommate for
a couple of hours before going to bed. That was another thing she never
told me - she was bisexual, but leaned more towards lesbianism. Most of
her lovers when we were married were female, but she never let me have a
three way. Our first sex was the best I had ever had except for June,
but June was a special case, and I thought it was only special because
of how it happened.
Let me describe Roxanne for you - short blonde hair, thin, long
legs, 33A breasts, wide kiss-able lips and a shaved pussy. All in all,
not bad, but not what I really wanted. But Roxanne could sense that and
she tried to change my tastes. She loved to suck me off in public
places. I enjoyed eating her out but she never seemed to get much out of
it (of course not, I was a rank amateur and she was getting oral sex
from professional lesbians!)
Our second date was supposed to be dinner and a movie. It was - my
dinner was her juicy cunt and our movie was two or three porno’s we
watched while resting up between bouts. Roxanne had perfected the
technique of delaying her orgasm until the man had come. She was real
good at it... I also found out that she could fake orgasms like a whore
too.
Inside of two months, she was pushing me towards marriage. I
resisted because Dad and Carson had both told me that she was only after
my money. I decided to marry her but on my terms. Unknown to her, I
inserted a clause that if I found a reason to file for divorce, she
would only get what she came into the marriage with. I also stipulated
any children would be well provided for.
I found I had no worries about children. Roxanne was too busy
screwing women and men whenever possible to slow down for kids. Besides,
she insisted on me wearing a condom when we fucked.
I should have known I made a major mistake when she only fucked me
once and rolled over and went to sleep. I had to beg her for sex after
that. I know now she wanted
me so frustrated that I would seek out a mistress and she could take me
for big bucks. I just bided my time. I knew she would screw up. She did
about six months later with Carson of all people.
Carson was visiting while his girlfriend of the month was job
hunting (and later we found our cunt fucking with Roxanne). Carson
accepted any kind of sex except Bi, lesbian or homosexual sex because
of Neil's death. He felt guilty about not going to see him. He vowed to
me if he ever caught one of his girlfriends with another woman, he would
drop her immediately.
-*-
Two days later, I came home early because our office was being
fumigated. I heard the sounds of sex from in my bedroom, but there were
no deep male sounds. I knew Roxanne was home, but I wondered who the
other guy was. No matter, I needed some evidence, so I got the video
camera we had used for our wedding, and took some very revealing shots
of them.
I grabbed the phone and called Carson at his office and asked him
to come over. By the look of the two girls, they would still be at it
when he arrived. He came in with a questioning look, I pointed
upstairs, while I was talking to my lawyer asking her to send me divorce
documents. I heard yelling and screaming upstairs, and saw a furious
Carson run out in tears. Two minutes later two very naked and beautiful
women appeared at the top of the stairs.
Roxanne saw my grin and went white. "You saw?" she said in a tiny
voice.
I waved the videocassette. "Sure did, 'honey'" sarcasm dripping
off that last statement. "I just called Jenna - she'll be sending the
divorce papers tomorrow. I wouldn't advise contesting it, you'll lose.
Besides, I want a wife that would actually like to have sex with her
husband, not everybody in town."
The girl looked at Roxanne in astonishment. "You don't fuck Clay?
Why? He's such a hunk, I can't believe you wouldn't jump him all the
time."
I give Roxanne credit, she knew when she was beat. She didn't lie.
"I got what I wanted from him when he married me, there was no reason
to fuck him anymore. Besides, I don't really like men all that well."
and she put her hand into the other girls dripping pussy. "See, isn't
it better between girls, anyway?"
Carson's girl (I couldn't remember her name) shied away from
Roxanne and went to dress. She came back down, gave me a friendly kiss,
and turned to Roxanne. "I never want to see you again. You make me sick.
I hope you get nothing in the divorce - you don't deserve it." and then
she asked where Carson was.
I told her Carson left and he told me to tell you that it was
over. He doesn't want a lesbian for a girlfriend. She looked at
Roxanne. "What did you tell him? You know I only did this because you
begged me too. You said Clay was too busy to fuck you and a woman
wouldn't seem like cheating as much as a man would." She looked at me
with a strange expression. "Normally, I want men. I only do women for
variety, not as a main choice. But seeing her and what she did, my
interest in women is disappearing fast. Tell Carson I understand, and I
won't try to pursue it. Besides, he was not the one anyway. It was just
sex." She hugged me and left. I would see her again, though.
Roxanne came over to me and tried to kiss me and put my hand on
her breasts. I took it in my hand and squeezed it as hard as I could,
then I rammed my whole hand into her pussy, and then I left. When I came
back an hour later, she had moved into the spare bedroom. I looked in on
her, and she had a smile on her face, murmuring 'Finally, I'm free' over
and over." I barely made it into the bathroom before throwing up.
-*-
The divorce was an eye-opener for Roxanne. She still expected to
get a sizable chunk of my money - she got none of it. She looked at me
with hate all through the proceedings. I was grinning widely,
especially when the jurors were shown the video of that night. I
noticed the other girl involved was watching the proceedings with a lot
of interest.
After the divorce was finalized, Roxanne came over and slapped me
hard, telling me she was pissed at me ruining her plans. She then left.
I would see her again years later. The girl whose name I had learned
was Shari, followed me out of the courtroom. When I noticed she was
behind me, I turned around. She kissed me on the lips and slipped me a
little tongue.
Chapter Six
To say I was astonished, would be putting it mildly. As I looked
at her for really the first time, I liked what I saw. She was about my
height - tall for a woman, extremely large breasts pushing out her
blouse, long legs, and beautiful dark brown hair that was long and tied
in a ponytail. Even with all that beauty in front of me, I remember what
she had done - she had fucked both Carson and Roxanne, yet here she was
coming on to me. I knew what I had to do. I pushed her away, and shook
my head no. She looked surprised I would refuse, and I turned and walked
away.
-*-
Two years later, I was cursing myself for that scene. I was
thinking about her all the time. Carson had actually found a woman he
wanted to marry and was engaged. His fiancée made it her goal to marry
me off too. I just rolled with the punches with her. Most of her lady
friends were OK, but did nothing for me. Oh sure, I fucked them when I
could, but there was no danger of anything serious forming.
Then I ran into Roxanne again. She had a ring on. I wondered what
poor soul she had snagged this time. I got a bit of a shock. She was
with another woman! And in an even bigger shock, was civil to me. She
told me she finally stopped trying to be what she wasn't, and let
herself be a lesbian. Her companion and her had been together for over
a year and were committed to each other. She actually apologized for
treating me the way
she did. Her companion made seductive eyes at me when Roxanne couldn't
see. I looked a look of disgust at her. She just shrugged as if to say
-'Your loss'. No, it was Roxanne's loss, not mine.
Finally, Carson's fiancée found me somebody I could actually
tolerate - June. Yes, the same June. She had evidently moved back here
when school ended. She was a vet now, and Carson had kept in touch with
her. She was divorced like me, and she remembered me fondly. Inside of
two dates, I was reacquainting myself with her nice tight cunt, and she
seemed just as happy. I was still a little concerned about Carson, but
he seemed very happy with his fiancée.
June had learned quite a few things since the only time we had
fucked, and was not shy about showing them to me. I just enjoyed her
efforts on my cock as she gave me the first true blow-job I had ever
had. (Roxanne hated doing it - not really surprising), and then she
showed me the proper way to drive a woman crazy with oral sex. I began
to understand Roxanne a little better when I tasted her sweet juices as
she came. She looked at me with a happy look as she pulled me up and
asked me if I was ready. I just pointed to the steel pole that was my
cock and moved towards her pussy. She smiled and shook her head. What?
Was she just a tease?
June laughed and pointed to her ass. What? No girls I had ever
fucked would ever let me in the ass, but June was asking for it? Well,
don't want to disappoint a lady now, do I? I aimed for the target and
missed sinking into her soft pussy. It was torture to pull out of there,
but I did. By now, my cock had a good coat of pussy cream on it for
lubrication, but when I finally did sink in, I discovered that she must
really enjoy anal sex. Her asshole was well used and it was like fucking
a virginal cunt, but not as tight as I expected an ass to be. When I
came in her, she made a long sigh of contentment and looked back at me
gratefully. I pulled out and snuggled up next to her, and then I asked
her why.
"Simple, Clay. I knew you had never done that, and I wanted to
show you how nice that could be."
"How did you know I had never done that before?"
"You never looked at my ass, as though you knew I'd never let you
there. Besides, I know Roxanne and I know she would never let a man in
her ass. A woman with a strap-on, maybe."
"You know Roxanne? How?"
"Shari was my roommate at college. How did you think she met
Carson, anyway? Roxanne and Shari would fuck quite often. Of course I
was always invited in, but I refused. When I met my husband Rod, and
they held no interest anymore for me. Roxanne was always a manipulative
bitch, and it saddened me when I heard she had trapped you into marrying
her. I knew she only was after your money. I would be willing to bet she
never fucked you after the wedding."
"You're right. I had to beg to even get a blow-job or even a
hand-job."
"That's because Roxanne is gay, and hates cock. She would never
admit it to herself, but her dates always complained. Shari loved it
because she'd get the leftovers. Before I met Rod (her husband), I took
some of the leftovers, too.
I shuddered to think of the time I spent in the hands of a bitch
that wanted only my money. Then I looked at June who was smiling and
running her fingers in and out of her pussy. "Tell you what, let me
enjoy the front door this time."
She grabbed me and planted a whole lot of kisses on my face and
then on my hardening cock. Looks like round two was just about to start.
-*-
I have often wondered what would have happened had I been able to
marry June. But in one terrible day I lost her, Carson, his fiancée, my
Dad and Mom all at the same time. They had gone out on my Dad's boat. I
was supposed to go too, but a minor crisis had come up at work that I
had to fix. The boat sprang a leak and sank taking my whole family with
it. I was alone and I was miserable.
Chapter Seven
June was the one woman that never wanted something from me other
than me, and I had lost her. I was determined not to let myself get
caught again. That resolve lasted until I met Edie.
Edie was a secretary hired by one of the sales managers in the
company. I think the reason she was hired was the way she filled out her
dress. She was one of the best looking women I had ever seen, and she
knew it. She dressed for sex, and from what I was told, never put out.
She had been married at one time, and we all assumed it was a nasty
divorce because she seemed to have an attitude to the married men who
would come on to her.
Her boss was a perfect example. He was married to a frigid wife,
and he relied on work to satisfy his sex drive. But Edie wouldn't put
out. So he wanted to can her, but he couldn't. Her work was exceptional,
and he had no justifiable reason, So he figured he would transfer her,
and let someone else take the teasing and humiliation at the refusals.
-*-
Her old boss had no idea that becoming my secretary was part of
Edie's overall plan to walk away with as much of my money as she could,
as soon as she could. Edie knew I had a thing about big breasts. Her
friend, Brenda told me she had had her bust enlarged from 34C to 36DD so
she could make an impression on me. She sure did.
With each day she worked her outfits got more and more revealing,
and I was soon sporting hard-on’s nearly all the time. She noticed and
did everything she could to keep me hard. Inside of a week, I had asked
her out for Saturday. Instead of the biting bush-off I expected, I got a
happy 'Yes' Wow!
Edie dressed on our date with one thing in mind – fucking me with
her body and her mind. The body part was easy, it was all I could do not
to jump her right at the table, which she gleefully noticed. I was so
in lust with her I missed the obvious signs of a predator. She made sure
every move she made brought her breasts out more or showed off her legs
and she never missed a chance to touch legs or sides. I was determined
to go slow and not make the same mistakes I had with Roxanne. Good sex
does not make for a good relationship I learned the hard way.
Edie was a little peeved when I dropped her off at her apartment
and refused her offer to come in. She made sure her ass wiggled as much
as possible on the way to the door. I congratulated myself on my resolve
as I went to sleep that night. Little did I know how much Edie was
willing to do to get my money.
Monday morning, a new Edie was sitting there. She had a low cut
blouse on that would have been perfect at an orgy. It just barely
covered her nipples while leaving nearly half the breasts uncovered. In
spite of my resolve, my cock was putting up a very good argument for
fucking the shit out of her.
Luckily Roxanne called me out of the blue to ask me if I could
watch her apartment for a couple of days. Her companion and her were
taking a honeymoon of sorts overseas and they would be gone until
Friday. For the first time since I knew her I was glad to talk to her.
It made me think about what Edie was doing to me. I told Roxanne I
would, and then as a bit of revenge, I told her what her companion had
done with me the last time we met. She just laughed telling me I had
saved myself from a good case of blue balls. Her companion liked to
tease men and leave them hanging with erect cocks. She was used by a few
men before figuring out she was gay. Boy, am I glad I went with my
instincts!
Edie must have been listening because she suddenly reverted back
to the efficient non-sexual secretary. I wondered how long that would
last.
Thursday was when she made her move. I learned later that she
already knew Roxanne and they had discussed how she could get to me.
Roxanne evidently called her after talking to me, and gave her a key to
my apartment that I had forgotten she had. I had a strange sensation in
the middle of the night that night. It felt as though my cock was in a
soft furnace. Not hot enough to hurt, but to feel good. I tried to wake
up, but for some reason I couldn't open my eyes - it was like they were
sealed shut. When I woke in the morning I found out why. I had a bandana
tied around my head, and my cock had the residue of my cum and pussy
juice. Now I am sure I would have remembered a woman being there with
me. But I had been alone, yet the smell of pussy was unmistakable as was
the red satin panties I found at the foot of bed and the note left on my
refrigerator 'Next time, you'll be awake so we can both enjoy it'. It
was not signed but I knew who it was. Edie had gotten tired of waiting.
I confronted her Friday morning intending to fire her and get rid
of the temptation. She just smiled a sexy smile saying who would
believe me, and I couldn't do anything about it anyway. I had news for
her! When I left for lunch that day, I had the locks in my apartment
changed, and had a security system installed. I also took off early to
go home and nap. I wanted to be awake if she tried it again.
Sure enough, somehow none of the new locks or the security system
stopped her. About 2am I felt her enter the dark bedroom. I waited to
see what she would do. I felt a blindfold being put on my eyes, I heard
clothes being removed and my cock being put in something warm. From the
sucking action, I was getting a blow-job - not a very good one either. I
was tempted to stop her then, but I wanted to see how far she would go
tonight. Soon I felt my now hard cock released from her mouth and I felt
her shift to put my cock in her pussy. I had other ideas though. I
carefully pulled the blindfold off and reached to
turn the bedside lamp on. She was naked just above my cock. I moved out
of her way and sat up and gave her a stare.
She just laughed and began to knead her tits and offered me one to
suck on. She said I would come around and she looked at my still hard
cock. What she didn't know was I was taping all this, and my video
camera was rolling as soon as I turned the light on. She stuck her
nipple in my mouth and waited for me to suck it. I spit it out and got
off the bed, I got a robe and walked into the living room. She followed
with a puzzled look on her face.
"Why don’t you suck on me? I know how you love big tits." She was
holding it out to me again.
I laughed this time. "Don't you think I know what you're doing,
slut? You just want to get your hands on my money and you are willing to
do anything to get it, aren't you? Now, if you don't want me to call
the cops, I would advise leaving. And by the way, don't bother coming
into work Monday. You were just terminated."
She just looked at me in amazement. I got up and went back to my
bedroom, closed the door and tried to sleep. Five minutes later, I was
out like a light.
In the morning, I awoke to find another body in bed with me. She
had not left. She was just lying next to me and she had been crying. I
let her sleep, and called the police. When they came I explained what
happened. Of course the police didn't believe me, so I got the video I
taped last night. Without a word I popped it in the player. What
followed blew my mind.
It showed Edie as she was when I turned the bedroom light on, and
that happened, then it picked up the words spoken in the living room. I
went to shut it off, when Edie appeared wearing a T-shirt of mine and
crying begged me to let it run. What? Did she know I was taping her? I
let it run and all of a sudden I saw Edie come back in the room.
She was crying and cursing herself. She was saying how she blew
her chance with me, how she had come on too strong, and most of all how
she had lost the man she loved. I looked at her with a look of
disbelief on my face. She caught the look and nodded. I turned to the
police and asked them to leave, and I would come down to the station
later to pay any fine for any law I may have broken for calling them
here. The older cop just grinned and told me to forget about it, and
under his breath told me to screw her one time for him. They then left.
Edie was still sobbing.
"Did you mean that , or was that for the cops?"
She didn't answer, she just picked up her clothes from the floor
and dressed all without saying a word. I was mystified at her actions.
I wanted to talk to her on Monday.
Chapter Eight
Monday came and no Edie. Another woman was sitting in her chair. A
redhead that was twice my age. Thank God, at least I don't have to worry
about this one coming on to me. Her name was Holly and she was in her
late forties. She was a temp and Edie had quit.
She was just until my replacement could come in on Wednesday.
Edie's quitting was somehow upsetting, but I eventually got over
it. Especially when I saw who my new secretary was. It was Shari. And
she seemed damned glad to see me. I tried to keep it business only, but
I wanted more with her for some reason. I didn't know why, but I did.
She was pleasant and efficient, and nothing was spoken about the time at
the courtroom. Friday, another woman met her for lunch, and they kissed
warmly. I guess that explained it. She had somebody and had forgotten
me. I began to wonder about Edie, and if she had been serious. I
questioned my feelings for her, but since I had no idea where she was,
it was a moot point.
Shari and her friend/lover returned from lunch and I could tell
they had a fight. Her happy look was gone as was her composure. I wanted
to ask what happened, but it wasn't my place. She was nothing more than
my secretary, and the fact that I wanted to fuck the shit out of her had
nothing to do with it.
Nothing happened for a couple more weeks. Any doubt I might have
had that Shari and the other woman were lovers was dispelled by the
smell of pussy juice I noticed after one of their luncheon meetings. I
was kind of sad - that exquisite female flesh getting all hot and
bothered with another female. I introduced myself to her lover one day
while Shari was in the ladies room. Her name was Erin, she was not much
to look at. Small in stature, barely noticeable breasts, and a little
dumpy. But she had a happy personality.
She told me growing up her fondest wish was to become a mother. I
told her Shari and her could adopt if they wanted children. She looked
at me in shock. "Shari is my sister, not my lover. She was the one that
helped convince me that I was a lesbian and I've been seeing her to help
me sort out my life and my feelings. She was terrified when she
discovered her attraction for women and fought it for years, before
finally realizing that inability to enjoy sex with men had to mean
something. She was still a little sad that she was gay. Shari has
offered to have sex with me, but she really prefers men. The last woman
she was with really pissed her off royally when she left."
I took a chance. "Her name wouldn't have been Roxanne, wouldn't
it?"
"You’re that Clay?" Oh…
"Shari's told you about me, huh?"
Erin got a sad look on her face. "She used to talk about you all
the time, but not anymore. She seems so sad as though she lost
something, but I can't figure out what it
could be."
At this moment, Shari came back out of the ladies room and I
noticed for the first time how sad she looked these days. She went over
and hugged and kissed Erin who returned the hug but not the kiss.
Shari's eyes went wide.
"You told him, sis? I asked you not to. Why?"
"It just slipped out. He doesn't seemed to be bothered by it
though. He never made a pass or anything. He was a little surprised
when he found out we were sisters. He thought we were lovers."
"That explains his attitude change. No wonder after what that
bitch Roxanne put him through."
She turned to me and the old Shari was back, as was her smile.
"No, Erin and I don't fuck. In fact I haven't been with a woman
since Roxanne, and I doubt I ever will. Every time I think of a naked
cunt, I see Roxanne's, and I get pissed off."
"Glad to hear it, I guess. You did hear about Carson, didn't you."
"Yes, Roxanne wrote me. I have no idea how she found out. You
don't have anything to do with her anymore?"
"Yes, in a way, we are friends. I'll tell you later. You're
missing your lunch, and Erin looks hungry." I smiled and got one in
return from both Shari and Erin.
Chapter Nine.
Just when things were looking up for me with Shari, Edie reentered
my life. Forcibly. She called me that afternoon and asked if I would
meet her at a downtown restaurant. I said 'Yes' without really knowing
why.
When Shari got back, alone, I noticed., I motioned her into my
office. She said Erin had class so she left from the diner.
"Shari, I need to tell you something, and I'm not sure how you
will react."
"Go ahead Mr. Young."
"This is informal, Shari. Call me Clay."
"Okay, Clay. What's up?"
I told her about both Roxanne and Edie. When I was finished, she
was a mask of barely controlled rage. "How can she do that?" There was
almost steam coming from her head.
"Money. Pure and simple. Money. It makes people do a lot of
terrible things."
"Yes, it does. I've done a few things myself, maybe that’s why I
don't anymore."
"Would you like to help me find out how Edie really feels?"
"You bet, how?"
"Pose as my fiancée', if she goes to pieces, I'll know she was
serious when she said she loved me. If not, she was just after my money.
Besides, I want to see her face when
we tell her. It will make those early morning break-in’s seem a little
less bad. Will you help me?"
"Of course. I would like to see her face, too." I thought I
detected a hint of sadness, but it disappeared when she saw me looking
at her.
What's wrong now?" "Nothing, just a little eye irritation. What
are you going to do if she was telling the truth and she does love you?"
I had not really thought about that. Did I love her? No, not
really. I wanted to fuck her sure, but I couldn't see myself married to
her, and I know I could never trust her. I began to see Roxanne all over
again. "Probably tell her the truth, that I don't love her, I just
wanted a good fuck."
Shari's happy look was back again. Why? "Good, no sense leading
her on. Besides, she'd probably just leave you hanging like Roxanne
did."
We left and waited for the end of the day. Shari wanted to go home
to change into something a little more appropriate for a fiancée. I
waited and I noticed her bedroom door was not all the way closed, and
neither was her bathroom door. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she
was trying to turn me on. Nah. She doesn't want me, she can't want me.
Edie had pulled out all the stops this time. Her dress was an
invitation to an all night fuck session, and despite my misgivings it
was getting me hard. But then so was Shari.
Her idea of fiancée wear would have made a corpse hard. She was wearing
a light green dress with a low cut bust line that showed her huge tits.
Her dress was a mini and she gave me all the upper leg shots I could
handle. Edie's dress was almost as good, but she had no chance, and she
saw it.
"Clay, aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" Edie
offered in a fearful voice.
Shari answered for me. "I'm Shari, Clay's fiancée. Nice to meet
you. Clay has talked about you many times. I feel I already know you
quite well."
Well, Edie's reaction was genuine. She was nearly in tears. She
was trying to hide it, but both Shari and I could tell. She had been
honest with me that day. Then a well- dressed man came up to Edie and
gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. My eyes opened wide at that. So did
Shari's.
"Clay and Shari, meet my husband Lance. We just got back from our
honeymoon. I had to see you to tell you that even though I was trying to
marry you for your money, and I did fall in love with you, Lance showed
me what a rotten person I was. I wanted to apologize and I hope the two
of you will be very happy." Her face betrayed her words. This was not
her husband, I'll bet. Probably an actor she hired to play the part in
case things went bad. A husband does not give his wife a peck on the
cheek when meeting a former boyfriend. He would have kissed her
passionately to claim possession. Something strange was going on here,
and I wanted to find out what it was.
Chapter Ten
Shari and I went back to her place where I thanked her and left.
Her expression worried me, she seemed sad and unhappy. Maybe it was
seeing Edie or maybe it reminded her of Roxanne. I wasn't sure which.
Edie called me the next day. Like I thought, it had been an actor,
and she wanted to see me alone without Shari. Against my better
judgement I agreed. Shari just looked at me in despair and clamed up.
She took the afternoon off.
I met Edie at the same restaurant we had our first date. This time
she was dressed normally in a neutral dress and sensible shoes. She was
also very uneasy.
"Clay, I wanted to let you know something. You know I wanted to
marry you for your money, and yet you continued to be nice to me. On the
other hand, all I could think about was myself and my goal, I never
wanted to hurt you, but I did. When I found out what Roxanne had done to
you, I knew my attempt would fail without some strong incentive.
I decided to screw you until you couldn't refuse me anymore. I
didn't count on that not working. I was hurt and I was miserable, and I
was falling in love with you. I knew you would never believe me, so I
left. I went to see Roxanne and inside of two days I was pissed at her.
I then moved out of state to start again. I met a man who seemed to want
me, but had little or no money. I still wanted to be rich, so I ignored
him.
Now, when I finally get my courage up and decide to try again,
you've found someone else. Someone I like very much by the way. It's so
obvious she really loves you,
you must be so glad to have somebody who loves you, not the dollar
signs. I just wish I would have seen it earlier." When she talked about
Shari, my eyes opened to what I had been seeing and ignoring. "How could
you tell about Shari, you had never seen or met her before?"
"Clay, a woman in love is quite noticeable. She worships the
ground you walk on, and I'm not sure you even realize it. She would do
anything you asked her to, and I know
she'd feel the same way if you were penniless. If it bothers you, why
don't you test her?"
"Test her, how?"
"Make her think you lost most of your money. See how she reacts.
I'd be willing to bet it won't make any difference to her." "Good idea."
She stood up to leave and gave me a friendly kiss goodbye. "I'm
going back where I was and see if that poor man that wanted me still
does. I'm through making money mistakes." and she left me alone with my
thoughts.
Shari was giving me signals that I was ignoring. She wanted me,
yet she went along with the play with Edie. Then today, I crushed her by
meeting with Edie. She probably thinks I'm shooting a load into her
pussy by now.
Edie was right. Maybe its time to test Shari.
I didn't come in for two days, and I found that Shari was out too.
The third day I came in and just moped around the office. Shari had come
in today, and she came in looking worried.
"What’s wrong, Clay? Lovers quarrel with Edie?" she said with a
forced smile.
"Edie left town. We haven't been lovers for a long time, I no
longer care for her. But you're right, something is wrong. I just got a
huge lawsuit that will ruin us very quickly if we don't prevent it
somehow.
Could you help me tonight at home? All my records are there, and
I could use your brain power along with mine." Her smile was radiant.
Maybe Edie was right after all. She nodded happily and the rest of the
day the cheerful, bubbly Shari was back, and I was overjoyed.
-*-
That night all pretense of work lasted about ten minutes before I
was undressing Shari for the first time. Her body, when it was revealed,
was simply perfect. She was very top heavy just like I like them, but
these were natural. Her long, soft, thick, brown hair, flat stomach,
long tanned legs and completely hairless pussy were the final touches on
a masterpiece. A masterpiece that was all mine now. I undressed and soon
we made it to the bed.
Inside of two minutes, I had found the elusive love I had sought
for my entire life. Shari was happy just to touch me anywhere she
could, and when I finally entered her wet
pussy, it was the most heavenly moist and tight pussy I had ever been
in. From the looks on her face, she was joyous too. Her reactions told
me more than any words could have possibly done, and her efforts at
bringing us both to climax had us both panting, exhausted. I looked at
her and her afterglow. I realized that one round of sex doesn't make a
lifelong companion, and I wanted to hear why she felt this way.
I'll let her tell her story while I recover.
Chapter Eleven
"Roxanne was the main girl I fucked and it was only the second
time I’d done it. The first time was my sister in high school. We would
fool around if dates went bad, and I enjoyed it, but it was never
serious. By the time I met Roxanne, I had gone through a string of
boyfriends searching for something they didn't have. I've always been
busty, even in high school, and dated guys for many years. After seeing
all kinds of cocks and all kinds of male physiques, the body ceased to
have much appeal for me. I was looking for the mind first. That’s how I
connected to Roxanne. I knew she was a schemer, and I wanted to learn
from her. I figured I might be able to understand a man better if I
could understand how the male mind worked." she paused here to kiss me
again.
"You picked Roxanne to see how the male mind worked? A lesbian?
That's kind of a strange choice." I was puzzled.
"At the time neither she nor I knew she was a lesbian or gay. Sure
we had sex, but it was nothing special to me, just being Bi-curious. In
fact, I tried to avoid it whenever possible. But she was dating a lot of
guys then, too. I learned quite a bit, and even more when they saw me,
and wondered why I didn't have a steady guy. One guy even asked me if I
was Roxanne's regular lover, that surprised me. He said that he knew
Roxanne was gay, even if she didn't, and he figured I must be too if I
hung around her so much. That opened my eyes to what I was really
doing."
"Huh?"
"I was trying to avoid a relationship. I knew Roxanne was safe -
neither one of us had any deep feelings for the other - it was just
somewhat good sex. The guys would see me hanging around Roxanne and
figure we were a couple. I still remember a couple of the pained looks
from guys when they thought a girl with tits my size was gay. It tickled
me at first, but then I began to wish they would make a pass. I was
getting lonely."
"I find it hard to believe you would be lonely. You must have
given guys hard-on's just walking by them."
"Probably, but remember, I was soured on sex, I wanted something
deeper, but I never found it in college until I met Carson."
"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you how you ever ended up with
him. Carson may have been my brother, but he bedded every girl he ever
wanted. I can't believe you would have made a big enough impression to
stop his screwing around, but he never seemed to want other women when
he was with you."
"He was hurting from Neil's illness. He talked to me at lunch one
day in the cafeteria when Roxanne was trying to get your attention. I
wondered about that. I could see you were straight as an arrow, and I
had a feeling you never knew Roxanne was fucking girls all the time you
were going together."
"I found out later, but never said anything. She still fucked me
on a regular basis, and it was good for a while."
"She must have been one hell of an actress, then, because she
usually wanted a fuck session with me after one of your dates. I stopped
doing it when I started seeing Carson. I knew how scared he felt about
Homo’s or gays after Neil's death. I also discovered I didn't miss the
sessions with Roxanne one bit. For the whole time I was going with
Carson, he was my only lover."
"But you still let Roxanne talk you into fucking her when you knew
it would cost you Carson."
"She had kept after me for months. When I saw her marry you,
something in me hurt. I didn't understand it, I had never even met you
other than Roxanne's complaints about how bad you were at sex, and
Carson's raves about how you were doing in the business, and how he was
glad to see you finally find somebody. But Carson had always hated
Roxanne. I think he could see what we couldn't. That she was a
gold-digger, a gay one at that."
"What did she say to you that made you finally give in?"
"She told me that you had nearly raped her on her wedding night
when she didn't want any more sex. She said twice was enough... Then she
said you started tying her up and forbid her from leaving the house.
She said you would want a fuck the minute you got home, or she would be
locked in the guest bedroom overnight. She kept on me with these lies so
long I believed her. I never told Carson. I wished I had, I would have
saved myself some pain."
"Pain?"
"Ya, pain. Roxanne was not interested in a simple screw, she
wanted to hurt me for refusing her all of these times. She whipped my
ass just hard enough not to leave marks, then she twisted and squeezed
my boobs hard enough to cause me a lot of pain. She dildo fucked me
without mercy for nearly an hour before you came home. When I heard the
door shut and knew it must be you. I was hoping you would pull her off
me, and do something about her, but you stayed calm and called Carson, I
guess. When I heard Carson's angry voice, I shoved her off me and I knew
I had lost him. I began crying. That's when I started hating Roxanne. I
saw her saunter out to confront you, and the sickening way she laughed
at you. I wanted to hit her, but I was hurting enough. I saw you and the
look of betrayal on your face. It did something to me. I think that's
when I began to fall for you. It's stupid! Falling for a man you had
never met, never talked to, but it happened. I listened at the trial
trying to discover what kind of man you really were. When it was over,
I knew. I knew what I had been searching for, and I knew I would want
you no matter what. At the time I had no idea how rich you were. I
kissed you that day to see if maybe you felt anything too, and your
reaction told me you did. But you pushed me away and left. I was so
stunned I didn't move for five minutes. I had never been rejected in my
life, and it hurt. It hurt a lot."
"I felt something when I kissed you too, but it wasn't the right
time. I was still hurting from about Roxanne, and I was sure no woman
could ever love me, not for me but for my money. You had no chance
then."
"It took me a few weeks, and asking a lot of people who knew you
to understand. Did you know, I told Edie about you hoping she would give
me the chance to meet you again. I never dreamed she'd pull the same
stunt as Roxanne did." As she said this, she broke out in tears. I just
hugged her tight relishing the feel of her breasts and hair on my chest.
It felt so good. She snuggled in tighter and let her tears fall.
She composed herself and continued. "Thanks. I needed a hug just
then. Anyway, Edie made me ill. She was doing exactly what Roxanne had
done, but I began to notice that she wasn't doing as well. She would go
home and then call me wondering why her ploy of the day had failed. Her
friend Brenda suggested implants because you liked big boobs so much.
Edie was desperate, she used her savings up to pay for the job. I
never thought they looked that great."
"They did until tonight. Now I know the difference between fake
and real... Give me real anytime." and I kissed her left nipple and
fondled her right breast. She smiled and pushed my hand away...
"Later, honey. Let me finish first. Besides, isn't half the fun
waiting?" she said with a big grin. "Edie gave me daily updates on how
she was doing. It nearly killed me to hear them. Then I found out about
her getting into your apartment."
"Shari, I wondered how she did that? I had the only keys I knew
of. Did she get them from Roxanne or something?"
"Remember she was still your secretary at this time? It was easy
for her to sneak your keys out of your suit coat, have copies made and
replace them before you noticed. She even found the code to the new
security system you installed so she could bypass that. When I heard
she failed with you even then, my heart knew I had to make a move or
risk losing you.”
“That's when I applied for your secretary position. The lady that
you got first was an agreement I made with the employment agency to let
me get up to speed after several years away from secretarial work. I was
working as a waitress during this whole time. Fending off the guys was
nearly a full-time job too. More than once I went home and used up a
couple of vibrators dreaming of a way that I could have you."
"Why didn't you tell me when you started?"
"Would you have believed me? You still thought I was in cahoots
with Roxanne, didn't you?"
"Yeah,. I guess I did."
"I knew that. I also knew Edie was removing herself from the
picture voluntarily. I had time to work on you and make you see what I
saw. But I grew more and more fearful when it didn't happen. When you
asked me to play your fiancée, when I went home for lunch that day and
cried the whole time wondering why it couldn't be for real. I decided to
play the part the best I could. Maybe I force it into reality. Now,
three weeks later, its reality, and it is more than I ever dreamed. Now
kiss me, honey. I need you again."
Who was I to argue?
Epilogue
Shari and I married later that year. She is still my secretary.
Sometimes we actually eat food during lunch other rather than each
other. I learned two things about her on the honeymoon.
First, any doubts I had that she wanted me, not my money were
removed when she insisted on a clause in our marriage contract
stipulating that any divorce would mean each party would revert to what
they had when they were married. Then she proceeded to caution and
suggest cheaper and more sensible gifts and presents during the
honeymoon. We even made a side bet as to who could have the most cums
during our wedding night.
It came out even.
Second, the sex on my wedding night was concluded with me begging
again. This time however, it was me begging her to let me sleep. I was
exhausted. Shari was insatiable, and she remains that way today. During
our workday, she and I fuck at least twice a day, we make love an equal
amount of times. She insists on being a secretary under her married
name, and she gives withering looks to anyone who doesn't treat her as
the competent thorough secretary she is.
I found out that money is greatest when it can be shared with
someone you love. Our house was just remodeled last year. It was done by
me, my wife and our three children,
with a little help from our neighbors Edie and her husband, Lance. Yes
the guy she hired to play her husband, Lance. They discovered that they
really did want to be married and they moved in next door, a year after
we married. (Her other friend had already found someone else by the time
she had gotten back).
Our kids are twelve, nine, and seven. They are all healthy, happy
and normal children. Meaning they fight all the time. Shari and I are
peacemakers most of the time, and we enjoy the battles.
I don't know how I found her, I only know I thank God, I did.
The End
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