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Note to Respectful Literotica Readers (most of you other there): You probably wonder who those people are that populate the comment section with disrespectful and inappropriate comments. They of course never offer their literary offerings for our praise or scorn. Because they never reveal who they are I give you one scenario. I hope you are amused by this story. Apologies in advance if you feel I've wasted your time.
Note to Trolls: To answer that question so you don't have to read John Donne's poem (heaven forbid you would read REAL literature) - The bells toll for thee. Don't read this story. Please skip to the end to the comments section. Here are a number of suggested comments you can copy and paste so you can save time and proceed to trash the next story that you don't read:
Worst story ever -- please don't ever write again. Minus one million stars.
You are worse than the bubonic plague. Go infect someone else.
You can't rite worth krap. Go dye.
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Chapter One
I'm the king of the world. Women bow at my feet. Even ones I don't know and don't want to know.
I take my helicopter every day to work and today, April 1, like many others, I arrived home after another grueling day making millions trading options. I know my loving Swedish model trophy wife will don her monogrammed knee pads and prepare to suck my cock when I arrive home.
I walk in the door and my naked Annika (but for the knee pads) drops to her knees looking up at my 6'8" bulked up frame prepared to receive the holy sacrament of my cock. She dutifully opens her mouth, sticks out her tongue and gazes up at me with her cobalt blue eyes, sweeping her wispy long blond hair away from her face.
"My Adonis (yes, that's really my name), I pray this time I'll be able to stuff your ten inches of magical man meat down my unworthy Swedish model throat." She looks at me with her tearful puppy eyes obviously praying to the fellatio Gods that just this once she can swallow my magnificent cock whole.
"Annika my love. I am pleased that you are able to get three inches of my cock in your mouth. I can feel the love. The women at my office that service me can get the other seven inches down their throats so don't despair." I pet her head in mock sympathy.
"Let's go to my office and you can worship me there." I walk to my office with Annika following me like a lost little lamb. I sit at my massive mahogany desk and open my gold plated laptop. I hit "favorites" and go to Literotica to peruse today's new offerings in the "Loving Wives" section.
"Suck my cock Annika while I catch up on Literotica," I command.
Annika crawls under my desk, adjusts her knee pads, and dutifully licks and sucks my cock as every loving wife should do.
Ahah! LeoFuckingTolstoy has just released Chapter 47 of "War and a Piece of My Slutwife's Ass?" Fuck, it's 18 pages! Fuck that shit. I'm going straight to the comments section. Should I write an anonymous comment or use my handle "richasfuckingshit"? Anonymous it is. Here's my latest poetic comment -- "Leo -- suck my cock!!"
Brilliant!! I'm on a roll. "Annika, suck harder!!"