Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

“I don’t want you here, leave before I call security.” The rich ass spoke again. I got closer and looked into the eyes of the woman on him. She obviously wasn’t enjoying the ride though she was making noises like she was. What I saw almost made me turn and walk out leaving her to do what she was planning. Only the thought of the money in my account and the genuine distress on Claire’s face kept me there.

Then I turned and looked into Jefferson. He was every bit as dirty as I knew he’d be. He had indeed planned to turn his own daughter into his fuck toy and he still planned to do it. His lawyers had hired people to make up false accusations against his ex-wife; saying she was unstable and an addict. Then the judge, whom he’d already bought off, would award him full custody of the girl. That alone earned him everything I was going to do to him; but then I pushed deeper and saw his satisfaction that he’d hidden way more money from his ex than she thought. While she was sure there was another two hundred million hidden there was actually two billion five hundred million dollars safely tucked away in a Cayman bank account.

I looked at man whose face was turning red with the exertion of his forced fuck. Completely ignoring the bitch bouncing and moaning in fake pleasure on his dick. “So Jeff, you want me to leave? Then I’ll leave. As soon as you sign away your parental rights to Wendy and call your lawyers telling them to drop the lawsuit against your wife.”

“Fuck you! I’m going to destroy that bitch and claim what’s mine. All you’ve done is make sure I completely destroy that uptight cunt.”

I laughed. “You don’t understand, Jeffy. I wasn’t asking, I’m telling you what you will do before I leave. However now that you’ve shown me just how despicable you really are; I’m going to have to punish you. Now aren’t I?”

“Go to hell you little pissant. Do you have any idea the shit storm you’re bringing down on that bitch and yourself?”

I looked at him and laughed. Then I leaned down into his face with the plastic bimbo’s tits smacking into the back of my head. “Oh I’ve been to hell Jeffy. I’ve lived there while you lived like a king. But you’re wrong there is no shitstorm coming for Claire or me.” The pounding of those fake tits on my head was irritating so I turned my attention to the girl. “Are you enjoying yourself there slut?”

“No! Jefferson doesn’t have enough of a cock for anyone to enjoy.”

“Then why don’t you tell us why you’re over here this weekend fucking him.”

She smiled. “Because my boyfriend and I are going to sue him for sexual harassment. He’s my boss and we’ve recorded every time he has me suck or fuck him. We’re going to be rich.”

I pushed again at her. “Stop fucking him and climb off.”

She did and I got my first look at the rest of her body. She had a body built to fuck with long pussy lips and an ass that had been worked on too. What made women think that adding slabs of silicon to their body in strategic places was a gurentee of a man’s attention? Personally, I preferred my women with real bodies. I pointed to the lounger beside the one Jefferson was laying on. “Go over there and sit down and be quiet. I’ll get back to you later.”

Then I turned to Jefferson who because of my command was still humping up into the air. His cock was indeed unimpressive. About four inches long and as skinny as those cheap hotdogs my dad used to buy to cook out with. You know the ones the chicken ones that never plump up when you cook them. I couldn’t stop the laugh that burst forth. “No wonder you need to make your young daughter your fuck doll. You couldn’t satisfy anyone with that equipment.”

“I’m going to destroy your life punk.”

I reached out and yanked him upon his feet with my mind. “No, I don’t think you will Jeffy. As a matter of fact; I think I’m going to destroy yours. At first this was just going to be me getting what your wife needed from you but the longer I’m with you the more you prove just how disgusting you are. You don’t deserve the money, power and perks you’ve inherited. So I’m going to take them away.”

I pulled him along toward his office. I looked back over my shoulder at the bimbo who was his secretary. I stopped and turned to her. “Hey bitch aren’t you a licensed Notary?”

“Yes.”

I pushed. “Then go get your stamp and meet us in Jefferson’s study. I have some work for you.”

She fairly flew past me heading to the room she occupied here to get her stamp. I resumed dragging Jefferson mentally through the house into his office and tossed him into the chair in front of the desk. “Sit there and don’t move unless I tell you too.”This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I walked behind the desk and took the seat of power running my hands over the luxurious office chair and rich mahogany desktop. This was what I deserved after all I’d been through in my life. A place like this was what my sister and wives deserved. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea of taking everything from Cadman. His house, his staff, his money. His reputation. Everything.

I started by reaching into his body. He was a mess. His fat cat lifestyle had left him with all kinds of physical problems and while I despised him, I didn’t want him to die of heart disease or cancer before he could really suffer the hell I was going to drop him in. I reached in and started to heal all those little problems unclogging arteries, strengthening his heart and lungs. Removing the precancerous cells in his stomach and prostate. Then just for a bit of fun I weakened his bladder so that he’d have trouble holding his urine. Let him piss himself from now on. Then I moved to more physical attributes. It seemed almost a shame really, but I couldn’t help myself and I shrank his already pathetic cock to the size of a cocktail wiener. Then I gave him a hair trigger. With weak thin cum without the ability to get anyone pregnant. Oh, he’d still want sex as a matter of fact I turned his libido up as high as it would go. All he would want was sex but the minute he got hard he’d blast off with his tiny little dick and then not be able to recover for hours still desperately needing to fuck something.

Just then his skank of a secretary walked in still naked as the first time I saw her and carrying a case that I assumed was her seal for notarizing things.

I took her in. She’d even had her face worked on; collagen in her lips, a nose job those over the top fake tits and ass implants. Not as obvious was the tummy tuck and liposuction of her hips and thighs. Before I left, I was going to completely remake her into something real and fuckable. But first to business.

“Jefferson, I have here a form turning over all your parental rights to your ex-wife and it states that you are relinquishing them of your own free will. Sign it.”

“Fuck you.” He spat at me since he couldn’t move from the chair. I smiled at him. “I can make you sign it, but I don’t want too. Let me just say unless you want that dick of yours to shrink any smaller and never get hard sign the damn papers.”

“You can’t make me sign shit you little asswipe. I don’t know what kind of drug you gave me but when it wears off, I’m going to fuck you up.”

I sighed. “Fine we will play it your way.” I pushed “Jefferson you don’t want anything to do with your daughter you hate the fact that you even have a daughter. You called me up and asked me to help you get your ex-wife to take full parental responsibility for the girl. That’s why I’m here so you can sign the paper giving Claire all responsibility to Wendy until she is an adult.” I slid the paper across the desk and then looked at him. “Sign this form and then you’ll be free of her.”

“Thank Fucking God. I don’t know how you got her to do this but I’m grateful.” Then he signed the paper.

I took the paper and slide it in front of the secretary. “Well talk about my fee for this service in a minute Jeff. Why don’t you sit back and relax.” I watched as he obeyed me without question.

I could see the look of cunning come across his secretary’s face. I watched as she thought about how she could get me to use my powers for her. I hid the smile on my face. They always showed themselves the schemers and those needing Vengeance brought down on their life. This cunt was no different than the others. I wouldn’t feel a bit sorry about what I was going to do to her.

“I guess you want me to notarize that document?” she leaned her fake tits towards me. She’d never come across a man who could resist her enhanced jugs before and I was going to enjoy this way more than I should. “Yes, if you don’t mind.”

“Well what’s in it for me?”

I looked at her. “I don’t know. What do you want?”

“You know what I want. I want money, lots of money.”

Now I smiled and it wasn’t my nice smile it was my I’m going to fuck you smile. “How about you do what I tell you to do today without making me force you to do it? If you do, I won’t make you addicted to Jefferson’s new tiny dick and watery cum that I’ll make taste like burnt shit when you eat it up.”

Her face turned white. “You can do that?”

“I looked her in the eyes and pushed the truth of my statements to her. “I can do anything I want. I can make you want to fuck every dick you see no matter how nasty. I can make it so you never cum again, or so you cum when the wind blows. I can take away all those looks you’ve bought and make you old. Or I can make you every man’s walking wet dream. Or I can make you beg me to let you suck Jefferson’s tiny hair trigger dick and love every second of it. The choice is yours. Do what I want without me forcing you and maybe I’ll reward you. But if you make me use my powers on you then I promise you’ll leave here every man’s nightmare and unable to ever cum again while needing to constantly.”

She quickly pulled her seal out and affixed it to the document than she signed it stating that she saw Jefferson sign.

I turned back to Jefferson. “Now let’s talk about money, Jeffy.”

His face contorted. “Look I’m grateful for your help but my name is Jefferson or Mister Cadman not Jeffy. How much do I owe you?”

I once again shoved into his mind changing things so that he would obey without question. I even tweaked his mind so that he’d think everything I told him would be his idea. “You are going to call up your Cayman bank and have four hundred, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine million dollars transferred to this account.” I gave him the number of the bank account set up for Claire by Janice’s firm. “Then you are going to transfer another five hundred million into a trust fund for Wendy and make Janice Snyder the executor of that trust. Finally, you’ll pay me the one point five billion we agreed on to this account.”