The Love Of Money - Episode 274
22-08-25 (10:43)
Marcus Gets Carla, attends a funeral, Take's His
Shot.
I hadn’t been able to resist Carla. The woman was the
product of good genes and some of humanity’s finest
work in cosmetic surgery. Leaning over the table we
ate at to give me a beautiful look down that expensive
dress, I could almost see her navel. I might have been
able to if it hadn’t been for the fact that her eyes
weren’t so damn beautiful, made even more so by the
way she’d perfectly applied just enough makeup to
emphasize her already naturally beautiful assets. I was
horny, mad at the world, and this succubus had taken
full advantage of my vulnerable state.
Insisting on checking Carla’s hotel room first didn’t kill
the mood in the slightest. The pair of us waited just
inside the door, and the bottle blonde took full
advantage as we waited for Chloe to give us the all-
clear. Her fingers grazed my chest, toying with the
buttons of my shirt as she nestled her lips into my neck.
As the soon-to-be ex-wife of Hiro Tanaka gassed me
up, I watched Chloe walking around the room, checking
under pillows, opening doors, and more, watching the
bottoms of her ass cheeks peek from under the jacket
she wore. Normally, I would have felt a little bad for
checking out another woman while sexually engaged
with someone, but that wasn’t what this was. Carla
didn’t mean anything to me… especially after
contributing to the complications I now faced. She was
a means to an end… a reward for a job well done. A
corrupted reward, but one I would enjoy all the same. I
had no feelings for Carla Tanaka, and I was convinced
the feeling was mutual. Fucking me was probably
nothing more than some twisted game she was playing
with her old husband.
Chloe eventually left, giving me a nod that meant
everything was fine and a look that I simply couldn’t
read. Then she was gone, and I was left to Carla’s
whims.
Carla immediately led me over to the bed, shoved me
on it, and crawled between my legs to unbuckle my
belt and skin my pants off. She appeared pleasantly
surprised by my cock, staring at it in utter fascination
for so long that it started to get uncomfortable. Then,
without warning, she inhaled the entire thing, deep-
throating it on the second try.
To say Carla was a good cocksucker was an
understatement. Carla could do things with her mouth I
didn’t know were possible. With my dick buried in her
throat, she somehow managed to work the muscles
surrounding my shaft, massaging it as if she had it in
her hand. Then she set to work moving her head up
and down my member, making choking sounds that
didn’t slow her down in the slightest.
“I’m going to hell,” I groaned.
Warm, wet lips slid up my saliva-slickened shaft as
Carla Tanaka pulled them off the head of my prick,
sucking down a lungful of oxygen as she looked up at
me with ruined makeup, framing eyes that simply
radiated sex.
“You’ll be in good company then,” she gasped, her lips
and chin coated in fluids as she smiled. “That’s where'
my mother always told me I was going.”
“Your mom?” I asked.
“I don’t want to talk about my mom,” she panted as
she stood up. “Take your shirt off.”
Without waiting for my response, Carla reached for the
hem of her dress, drew it over her head, and tossed it
aside. In one fluid motion, she’d gone from dressed for
a night out on the town to standing there in nothing but
gold high heels, earrings, and a necklace.
“Holy shit!” I suddenly forgot how to undress myself as
I stared back at the creature standing before me. I
knew Carla was stunning, but this was next level. I’d
seen some gorgeous women in the last few weeks—
Danielle belonged on a dirty calendar, the Starlight girls
were all incredible, Erin was a walking wet dream,
Helen was stunning, and Tara was about as close to
feminine perfection as I’d ever seen… not to mention all
the other women I’d slept with. All of them were way
out of my league.
Carla was different. I knew she had a body built for sin,
but I hadn’t been prepared for how right I was. Her skin
was flawlessly sunkissed. Her hips flared appealingly
with gentle tan lines that showed she got just enough
sun to give her peachy complexion a subtle, golden
glow. She was entirely shaved between her legs, and
the outer lips of her pussy were pleasingly plump. Her
skin positively shined with health.
The high heels she wore sculpted her calves, thighs, and
ass into perfect works of art—long, sleek, and with just
enough muscle to be incredibly appealing while
maintaining their femininity. It was the same for every
square inch of her, really. Her arms, shoulders,
abdomen, back… all were fit and tight.
Her golden complexion was complemented by her light
blonde hair, cascading down one shoulder in large, soft
curls. The slightly darker shading near the roots of her
hair only emphasized the blonde, making it more
appealing.
She stared down at me with a bright, shining smile that
radiated confidence; her hands rested on her hips, and
her chest was thrust out, putting emphasis on what
was probably one of her best features—her breasts.
They had to be double D’s, but they stood high and firm
like Erin’s, suggesting their artificiality. Unlike other
breasts with implants, though, I couldn’t see any signs
of scarring or even the dimpling that implants often left
as they fought to stay perky. It didn’t take a degree in
physics to know there was no way tits that big could
defy gravity so successfully without human
intervention, but that was literally the only way of
knowing she wasn’t completely natural.
Like Tara, her body had been sculpted to perfection,
evidence that she spent all her time making sure to
stay in peak condition to continue being worthy in her
role as a trophy wife. Only, Carla had taken it a step
further and had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars
to remove the slightest imperfection to the point where'
she seemed celestial. An angel stood before me.
I knew that comparison only went as far as looks,
though. For better or worse, there was nothing angelic
about Carla Tanaka's personality.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
“You like?” Carla asked.
“Fuck,” was all I could manage.
She grinned, more than a bit of arrogance in her smile
as she said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Approaching the bed, she placed one knee to my left,
then the other on my right side so she could straddle
me. Reaching down with her perfectly maintained
fingers, she grabbed my shirt just above where' it was
still buttoned and yanked hard enough to send a few of
them flying as she opened my shirt the rest of the way,
exposing my chest.
“Mmm…” she moaned, her eyes heavily lidded as she
stared down at me and raked her fingernails down my
torso. “Oh my god, I need this.”
“How long’s it been?” I asked.
“Too long,” she moaned as she wrapped her fingers
around my thick member. She placed the mushroom
head against her thick pussy lips and lodged it between
them. “He can’t get it up anymore… not without meds.”
“Fuck,” I moaned. Talking about Hiro’s flaccid seventy-
year-old cock should have been a turn-off for me, but
when an angel like Carla was holding my shaft in her
hand, poised to fuck me as she told me how
inadequate my enemy was… it was an aphrodisiac all
on its own. I was rock hard as she hovered over me
with the tip halfway embedded in her.
Carla waited about a beat, locking gazes with me just
long enough to tell me with a look that she was about
to fuck the ever-living shit out of me. And then she
dropped her hips, and my dick disappeared inside her
soaked pussy.
We both cried out simultaneously as she bottomed out
on me; my cry was one long “FUUUUUUUUUCK,” while
hers was a wordless, guttural scream of primal
pleasure. I was barely aware of her fingernails digging
into my chest as she began grinding her crotch into
mine.
And then we were off to the races.
“Fuck you, Hiro!” Carla bellowed as she bounced up and
down on my cock, her tits bouncing with every thrust.
“Fuck you and your wrinkled worm dick, you controlling
cock-sucker!”
Apparently, we were both using each other.
“Fuck, yes!” I growled through gritted teeth, gripping her
hips and fucking back into her every time she dropped
back down on me. She cried out again as my cock
slammed in and out of her. Once it was clear we were
both on the same page, I stopped caring. We both
hated Hiro Tanaka, and our fornication was just as
much an act of defiance as it was a way to satiate our
lust for each other.
“I fucking hope you die alone, you dried up old prune—
AAGGHH!” I could feel her begin to vibrate under my
grasp as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Fuck,
that was fast!
“GGGGAAUGHH!” She screamed and slammed a fist into
my arm as she collapsed on top of me, still violently
throwing her hips against mine as she rode out her first
orgasm. Her high-pitched whine next to my ear caused
my eardrum to burst in itchy pain, and I had to turn my
head away to keep her from doing real damage as she
let out another prolonged squeal.
I didn’t need to, though; her screeching was cut off as
she planted her mouth on my shoulder and sunk her
teeth into my flesh. Hard. I mean, really hard.
“Augh!” I yelled and thrust much harder at her hips as I
reached up and gripped her hair at the back of her
head. I began pulling, and it took three attempts to
yank hard enough for her to finally tear her teeth off
my skin. I didn’t see blood, which surprised me a little.
“God,” Carla growled, “It’s been so long since I’ve been
fucked by a real man, and this is the best you’ve got?”
My world suddenly exploded in a sea of stars as she
slapped me across the face, followed by her lips
crashing into mine as she shoved her tongue down my
throat.
I was already pissed, and the assault put me over the
edge. Wrapping an arm around her neck to keep our
lips engaged, I rolled us over so I was on top and
began to brutally fuck Hiro Tanaka’s wife—not ex-wife.
They weren’t divorced yet. I was fucking Hiro Tanaka’s
wife. Why the fuck not? He tried to fuck me, after all.
I felt Carla’s tongue slip back into her mouth as she
broke the kiss. She glared at me through streaks of
ruined makeup as our noses and lips brushed each
other and growled, “That’s it. Fucking take it, Marcus.
TAKE IT!”
Reciprocating her abuse, I wrenched her head aside and
clamped my lips and teeth on the side of her neck,
sucking on her tender flesh as I sank my teeth in. I felt
her slap the side of my head, and I reached up,
fumbled for her wrist, and slammed it into the mattress
while still slamming my cock in and out of her drenched
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