The Drifter Thrusts Ahead By Westerntiger
It was early morning as the drifter sat in the car watching the house of his newest enemy. A man stupid enough to cross him and take from him what was rightfully his. A man whose life he was about to destroy. The drifter always got even, and today would be no different. When he was done with his plan, the very structure of the man's life would be in ruin. Everything that this man held dear trusted and believed in would be destroy by the drifter. That was the price for fucking with the drifter.
About 8:30 AM, the garage door of the very expensive ranch house opened, and the man's car backed out on to the street. The man put the car in drive and headed down the street on his way to work. The drifter knew where the man was going. He knew everything about the man. The drifter was about to use that knowledge to hurt the man so badly and so deeply, that it might break him. Only that would even his debt with the drifter.
The drifter looked at his expensive watch. He would wait about 30 minutes just to make sure that his victim had not forgotten something. He had the patience. He had the time. He had no where to go thanks to the man, and for that the man would pay.
As he looked at his watch again, the whole incident came flooding back into his mind. He gritted his teeth he was so mad. He had been outwitted, embarrassed, but most of all, the drifter's plans had been ruined, and that was unacceptable.
The drifter had hooked up with a very successful business woman from Phoenix two months before. He had seduced her, fucked her blind with his huge cock, and basically turned her into his sexual slave. She would do anything for him, just so he would fuck her again. It had been a sweet arrangement. They had met in Dallas. She was there for a convention, and he was there to find his next meal ticket. It was bad news for her from the first moment he saw her. In two days, he had turned her from a confident, arrogant successful business owner into a subservient slave to his massive prick. He had fucked her for two solid days, abused her mind and body, covered her in cum and piss, and she had loved every second of it. She had never experienced the pleasure that his huge cock provided as he had drilled it into every orifice that she had and filled her with his cum. By the end of that first encounter, she was begging him to abuse her more, to do anything to her that he wanted as long as he stayed with her. What he wanted was her millions, and she gave it freely. She took him back to Phonies and began to provide everything for him. She put him up in a luxury apartment, and paid for his new clothes, car and lifestyle. She gave him an allowance of $2000 per week just for the privilege of fucking him when she wanted him. And that was all the time. She was obsessed with him and his huge, thick cock. She could not get enough of him. She went everywhere with him. She took him on business trips, on weekend retreats, on expensive vacations here and there. And she paid for it all.
The drifter didn't see himself as a kept man, this was his reward. He had spent the last few years drifting all over the country. The way he got by was fucking low rent women and taking them for everything they had. After he was through reaming their tight cunts with his huge prick, they would leave home, family, husband, children, jobs and their self-respect to fuck him one more time. That was how good he was. Somehow, he had drifted down to West Palm Beach and hit the big time. He met the rich women with absent rich husbands, the heiresses with large trust funds, and the Paris Hilton types who needed his special brand of pleasure. He had fucked them all and started living the high life. However, it ended the day some CEO father of a pregnant under-aged girl confronted him, and he beat the father so bad that he ended up in the hospital. The drifter had fled to Dallas where he met more wealthy women with needs. That is where he met Katherine. From the moment he had seen her, he understood her better then she did herself. He knew what she wanted and how far to push her. That was his special talent, understanding women. The fact that he had an 11 inch cock just made it easier for him.
The past two months had been paradise. He had everything he wanted. Money, clothes, and power. His hold over Katherine was amazing. She would do anything that he told her too. She was beautiful, successful, a wonderful fuck and totally his slave. It was amazing. Plus since she worked every day, he had lots of time off. Time to find other women and fuck them too. In the last two months, he had fucked another 20 women, including Katherine's 18 year old daughter. He had fucked them for money, fucked them for favors, or just cause he could. Yeah, life for the drifter was very good.
But trouble came from a direction he had never anticipated, Katherine's son. His name was Justin and at 23, he was the vice-president of Katherine's computer company. He could clearly see what type of man the drifter was at once. He had tried to get his mother to listen to reason, to quit acting like a teenage slut, to quit embarrassing herself, family and business. She had not listened. Her desire for the drifter was too great. But the son was going to protect his family and especially his mom. He would do anything to get the drifter out of their lives, so he had hired detectives to follow the drifter everywhere. Most of his encounters with other women, they had photographed. They had everything on him. When Justin showed his mom the evidence of the drifter's true nature, she finally agreed to cut him loose. Justin had handled everything personally. He arranged for his mother to go somewhere that the drifter could not find her. He had cancelled all the drifter's credit cards and allowance, and had his car repossessed. But the most embarrassing was when the Phoenix sheriff came and evicted the drifter from his luxury apartment.
The drifter was back on the streets. Yet, he was not beaten by any means. He'd kept a few possessions from his apartment, and they could not take the money he had saved. So while he plotted his revenge on Katherine and her son, he hooked up with some of his other women. He had laid low for a couple of weeks fucking these other women, but now he was ready to act. First, he was going to get even with Justin, and then Katherine.
At 9 Am, he got out of the gray BMW that he had "borrowed" from his latest conquest, and crossed the street to the son's house. The drifter's plan was pretty simple yet horrible. The drifter had met Justin and his wife when he first arrived in Phonies, when every thing was still nice. Justin's wife was named Amy, and it was plain to see that Justin worshipped his wife, almost as much as his mom. That was the problem with the marriage; too much Mom, and too little Amy. Amy was very unhappy with Justin's concern and over-distraction with his mother. She felt lonely, cut off and unappreciated by her husband, but she was one of those young women who had made a commitment to her husband, and would try to honor her vows. Yet, the drifter had been able to tell very quickly that she thought he was very attractive, and she was jealous of Katherine having an affair with him. The plan was simply to fuck Amy and film it, and then show it to Justin. Yet, the drifter wouldn't just fuck her, he would dominate her so much, degrade her so much that Amy could never forget him, and Justin would never forgive her.
As he crossed up to the door, he carried a small bag with him. He put it down as he rang the doorbell and waited for Amy to come. The few times he had met her, he had always thought she was pretty. She was 25, a few years older then Justin. She had blonde hair, hazel eyes and a slim but very nice figure. He remembered that Katherine had told him that she thought Amy's sex life suffered, because Justin was so focused on the business. Well, if that was true, he was about to change everything for Amy in a very large way.
The door opened and Amy gasped in surprise. The last person that she expected to see on her doorstep was the drifter. She thought he had bolted town weeks ago. She was surprised, but strangely delighted to see him.
"Hank, what are you doing here?"
"Hey Amy, how are you? Look, I know this is awkward, but I wanted to talk to you before I left town. I was hoping we could sit and talk for a few moments."
"I thought you had left town already. Where are you moving too?
"Los Angeles."
"Okay. So... would you like to have a cup of coffee?"
