Chris was worried about what he had done. His career was on the right track to earn good money but he had risked all of that simply because Mrs Watts had enthralled him with her body. Not only that but he had betrayed his girlfriend without a second thought by spending the night fucking Mrs Watts and he knew he would do it again if he ever had the opportunity.
Chris' client phoned 2 days before they would have to transfer the million to Mrs Watts to say he felt uncomfortable about the deal and to be brutally honest he felt Chris had let them down and he needed to speak to the senior partner, Mr Riley. Chris had known this would happen and felt his life sinking around him. He said to Peter, the client, that this would be a breach of the settlement arrangements and that if he did this Mrs Watts could report them to the regulator. Peter said he did not care and that unless Chris supplied some evidence that the risk that had led to them agreeing to pay a million was real, he would call Mr Riley that morning.
Chris used his private mobile to call Mrs Watts.
"Christopher, uh yes, how nice to, uhhh, hear from you."
"Am I interrupting you, Mrs Watts," Chris asked as she groaned loudly into the phone.
"I am fucking one of our best young mechanics; Fred is around here somewhere if you want to speak to my husband." She laughed. Chris was speechless. She continued: "Oh honey, don't be jealous, Gavin is only 19, he lives in the gym and has his 9 inch cock buried up my cunt but he is not the greatest conversationalist, are you?"
"Uh what, are you talking to me ma'am?" Gavin grunted.
"See what I mean, you have no reason to be jealous Chris. Now, uhh Gavin just fuck me, what did you call for Chris?"
"Can he touch your tits, are you topless?"
"Ahh baby, you are jealous? No he can't touch my tits can you Gavin. You know the house rules."
"The top stays on, no touching your huge tits. No more fucking if I break the rules, I have to earn the right to see 'em" chanted Gavin as he mindlessly recited the rule whilst driving desperately into her.
"Good boy, Gavin. Chris I am wearing a white t shirt which clings to my chest and shows a fair amount of my golden stomach and deep tanned cleavage. Do you like my top Gavin, when I pull it tight like this?"
Chris then heard the unmistakeable sound of a man cumming, unloading into her. He grunted "So huge, let me see 'em."
Alex Watts was silent for about 20 seconds before speaking softly into the phone: "Do you have my money?"
"There is a problem Mrs Watts, my client will not pay. He is going to speak to Riley. He says there is no evidence that what I advised was right and needs to check. It isn't right, I am fucked and you will not get your money".
"I expected more from you Chris, uh good, still hard Gavin. Create the evidence, do what it takes to get me the million."
"I have risked my career for this, if I stop now I can perhaps claim I was negligent but if I try to create false evidence that is fraud."
"Don't pretend any of that matters to you. All you want to do is to fuck me again. My body is all you think about. Have you tried to fuck your girlfriend since we, err, got to know each other?"
"Don't fucking bring her into it..."
"Chris, never tell me what to do," she said calmly. "I know you can't find any enthusiasm to fuck her, I don't blame you but I give you permission to wish it was me every time you thrust into her. It is the only way to get hard when you are around her. Chris what I need you to do is to put the evidence together to convince that thick shit to pay me the money. Do whatever it takes or don't bother being in touch. I have faith in you; you can be very convincing when you are thinking with your balls. Oh and Chris, ask your ugly girlfriend to marry you, it will be much more fun to fuck you if I know she is your fiancée." She hung up.
...
Chris wrote a legal article saying how banks needed to be careful about the new regulations. He made sure the article contained a lot of convincing sounding rubbish and it even said that separate settlements should be considered with individuals who could report matters to the regulator. It was all bollocks but it concluded by saying how dramatic the damage to the bank or individuals at a bank could be and that banks should consider the value of avoiding such a report to the regulator when settling claims. He phoned a friend in another law firm and asked if he would release this article on their website. The friend said the article was bollocks so no. After a long discussion Chris finally got the friend to back down and sent it back to Chris with their firm's logo on but did not put it on the website. Chris knew he was risking getting both of them into real problems but when he got the article he sent it to Peter explaining that this article from a different firm seemed to suggest the approach he had advised the bank to take was right. He waited nervously for the response and then a reply appeared in his inbox:
"Chris, relieved to see this. It is a problem for the industry but it seems your advice was right. I will transfer the cash tomorrow and don't need to speak to anyone else about this."
Chris almost cried he was so relieved but he was still sharp enough to ensure the money went direct to Mrs Watts' account and not to his firm because if Riley could see that a million had been paid by the bank he would ask what it was for.
From his private email account he emailed Alex Watts and told her to expect the cash tomorrow and he attached the article he had written to convince the client. He got a reply that evening to say:
"Good boy, we can use this article to have some fun. I can create the same issue with another bank and I expect you to get me double this time. See attached."
Alexandra Watts in a bikini. Chris knew he had lost his soul to this woman. Nothing else mattered but her body.
...
Chris spent the next few weeks in a daze. He had proposed to his girlfriend but each time he fucked her he found he needed to imagine Mrs Watts' incredible body in order firstly to cum and then as time went on just to get hard. He would cum quickly at just the thought of her. His fiancée commented that his sex drive seemed more intense but that he seemed more distant than before. Both changes were due to his obsession with Mrs Watts.
He spent his days working for his law firm but any spare time he spent preparing the next claim and then for the settlement meeting for Mrs Watts. He was not helping her officially but simply would be turning up pretending to be her in house legal assistant. She phoned a week before the meeting to tell him not to fuck his fiancée for a week and not to cum so that his balls were full. She needed him thinking with his balls at the meeting.
He booked a day's holiday from his actual work so that he could turn up to support Mrs Watts.
...
Alexandra Watts had spent the morning in her home gym, working on her powerful tanned legs and tight flat stomach until she had worked up quite a sheen.
She enjoyed 20 minutes in a warm shower and worked up a lather as she soaped her huge firm mammaries. She smiled to herself as she looked down at the soap suds covering her huge globes. Even in the shower her enormous tanned assets found a way to be covered by this tease.
She wrapped a towel around her awesome figure and strutted into the bedroom. She applied her make-up and did her hair so that her dark shiny mane tumbled down her back and her sparkly but steely bluey-grey eyes were highlighted perfectly. Her high cheek bones and golden olive skin meant she needed very little further makeup other than her lipstick which simply emphasised her pouty full cock sucking lips.
She stood and she thought she heard a slight noise from the closet but she simply turned her back, walked towards her bed where her outfit was waiting and she dropped her towel. Her husband stared at her perfect legs, buttocks and back but as she slipped her tight white top on without any bra, her huge tits were hidden from view. He grunted quietly in excitement and frustration as he wanked himself and strained for a view of her globes in frustration. She dressed quickly and as she walked out she reached into one of her draws and pulled something out which her husband Fred could not make out.
Almost as an afterthought she stopped at the door and bent to adjust her boots giving Fred an incredible view of her toned muscular, bubble shaped arse straining against her tight black mini skirt. She turned and strolled back into the room and straight to the closet. She opened it almost absent mindedly and smiled internally at how flustered Fred was at having been rumbled with his dick in his hand spying on his wife.
She bent forward and her hand replaced his on his cock. Two quick wrist flicks and he groaned in pleasure and felt his balls twitch. "God Alex please yes, I'm gonna ... cum."
"No you're not!" she said sharply and her wrist tweaked him and gripped him sharply and whatever she had done replaced the impending ejaculation with pain whilst his balls desperately sought release. "I had forgotten how small it is."
"What do you mean Alex?"
"Your little hard dick, it looks funny."
"It is bad enough that we sleep apart without you ridiculing me. Ever since our honeymoon all those years ago when I woke and found you weren't there and you explained to me that my terrible snoring had forced you to go elsewhere to sleep, we agreed to sleep apart and I apologised so often for my snoring. I recorded myself recently when sleeping and I didn't hear anything which was odd considering you insisted we build this separate wing and sound proof it so you couldn't hear my snoring. Then you proposed we live without sex and I have tried to cope over the years but I have withered whilst you have..."
"Flourished?" she asked bending forward and patting him on the head whilst offering her incredible cleavage to his face.
"Fuck Alex, those tits are..."
