The Lottery

I won the lottery. Really big....over 300 million dollars paid out over the next 25 years. In my late twenties and now filthy rich. What to do? What to do?

After I won, I did all the things that you are supposed to do: traveled, bought a nice house, not too big but certainly big enough, and pampered myself with all the gadgets and everything else to fill out my home. One of the things I pampered myself with was Sarah. She, I hired away from a local massage parlor as a live in maid/house girl, for the bargain price of 80grand a year, new car yearly and full benefits. Blonde, busty, in great shape and also a nice comfortable personality as well, now that's pampering!

One day after Sarah had served breakfast, (her uniform consists of a really nice choker necklace and a silver waist chain.), I was reading the classifieds of the local paper – I look for houses to invest in. Sarah pulled my cock from her mouth and aimed it at her tits. As I watched my cum drench her, inspiration struck.

What if I hired a private investigator? You know the kind; you see their ads offering to find out if your spouse is faithful etc. Watching Sarah use my cum as lotion, rubbing it all over her chest and sucking my cock clean, my plan unfolded. I would use the investigator to find beautiful women with lots to hide, and bring to life some of my fantasies about forcing women to have sex with me – weather they wanted to or not!

How to get started? I decided to do some of the legwork myself – after all it's not like I had a job to get to. I started hanging out in downtown restaurants frequented by the after work crowds and started looking for hot women 20 – 40 yrs old, married and looking as thought they were having too good a time with members of the opposite sex.

I picked ten likely candidates all around thirty years old and all very hot! The next step was to find the necessary info I required. I hired the best agency that was willing to do the work. Surprising what can be done if you say, 'Don't worry about the expense.'

First Victim:

Erika, 28 years old, 5'6" and a classic 36-24-34 figure. brunette, green eyes – or at least green contacts. She had that special grace that I always find in women that I am attracted to.

The agency managed to get photos of her from the changing room at the gym where she worked out- they have a female operative, and her body was as spectacular as I'd hoped. 

It turns out that Erika has been giving blowjobs to her boss over the noon hour and often after work as well, before going home to her boyfriend and their 6-year-old son. Erika worked as a receptionist for an insurance company earning about 35 grand a year. Her boyfriend earned a very good living as a network administrator, and all indications lead to them getting married soon, they have been living common law for more than seven years.

What, the agency and myself could not figure out was, why? Why would this stunning looking women risk her family, reputation and job by blowing the boss? I mean the guy was fat, bald, and one of those guys who always seem to be sweating! Ugh.

Some carefully placed bugs in his office and car finally yielded the truth. Five years ago, with her boyfriend in school and a one-year-old son at home, Erika had done some not too creative playing with the company petty cash fund. She used the money to pay things like rent, food etc. I guess she must have gotten pretty desperate. From what we could put together, Erika's boss caught on pretty quick but let the total amount stolen to reach over ten thousand dollars. Apparently I'm not the only one fond of blackmail.

With the evidence locked away and threatening her with jail- she began paying back the money on her knees. Erika was perfect- she had already shown herself to susceptible to a little pressure.

I made preparations. Made a couple of phone calls, mailed some packages and had one lunch meeting. Everything was in place.

"Do you know why you are here?" I asked.

Erika was sitting in my home office. Friday afternoon. She was wearing a nice business jacket and skirt combo. The glasses on her face were perfect. I had always wanted to get a blowjob from a woman wearing glasses.

"No." she replied.

With that I slid two photos across the desk. Erika picked them up and went bright red. I knew why. The first pic was one of her with her boss's cock stiffed down her throat. The second one was my favorite; it was a close up shot of him blowing a huge load of cum all over her face.

"Strip!" I said.

"I will not!" replied Erika, "I'm leaving."

"Sit Down!" I ordered. "Here's why you aren't going anywhere. Your old employer, Mr. Reid, sent you here today. He did this because I convinced him that graphic pictures of this nature sent to his wife, daughters and grandchildren would not be in his best interest. Furthermore, he agreed to hand over the evidence on your indiscretions and to allow you to come to work for me."

I paused to allow this to sink in. Reaching, I pushed the intercom button, "Sarah could you please bring a couple of brandies?"

"Yes Sir", her voice replied.

A moment later in walked Sarah, in uniform (Remember? Just a choker necklace and silver waist chain mmmmmm), her large breasts gently swaying, she paused in front of Erika, holding out a snifter of brandy. Eyes wide and with her hand shaking, she accepted the drink. Sarah then walked around my desk to stand next to me; I placed my hand on her perfect ass and caressed it.

Continuing, I said, "Your boyfriend loves your son very much. He could easily provide a safe and happy home all-alone couldn't he? I mean he certainly makes enough money, Correct?"

The implications were clear, with this evidence he would easily win custody.

"I have plenty more of these photos, as well as some video footage of you giving Mr. Reid a real sloppy blowjob. Wanna See?" I asked.

I could see the mental battle play out across her face. Shock wore off to fear and then resignation. I knew then that I had done it. She was mine to own.