by Sarah Anon
The Grand Theft
by
Sarah Anon
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Contents
The Grand Theft
Ronald
The Voyeur
The Meeting
The Cheat
The Hacker and the Life of Lust
Story
Suspicion
The Double
The Switch
The New Day
The Capture
The Prison
The Reunion
The Slave
Ronald
Ronald Braker stepped out onto the balcony, looking down he could see his wife, over 40 years his junior, laying naked on the lilo. He had told her a thousand times not to do it, fearing the gardener or pool boy would appear whilst she was exposed. In fact he was fairly sure they had already caught her, and it drove an anger inside when he imagined them stumbling upon her, then taking her. Fucking her.
But he never really enforced the rule, because moments like this, when he could look down and see her perfect body, floating in the pool, he knew his life was the envy of everyone.
Hell, the help didn’t need to stumble upon her naked to see her naked body, it had appeared nude in magazines, and the paparazzi for a while had loved to catch shots of her laying naked by the pool. They didn’t come around anymore though. Sure the paparazzi loved those voyeur shots, “Famous billionaire recluse and his not so reclusive wife”. But once the first set had been released, and then the second, and third, well, the readers had kind of got bored of seeing her naked, again.
He stood watching her for another five minutes or so, watching her body drift aimlessly in the water, then yelled “Put some fucking clothes on, we have company coming in an hour”.
She sat up, a little disorientated, annoyed, but she swam over to the side of the pool, slipping off the inflatable, and climbing the ladder, her body arched, her perfect ass, perfect, but modified tits, toned muscles. She was perfect, but expensive. Hell, he had the money to spare on a trophy wife, and she wouldn’t dare cross him. Their pre-nup was solid, even so much as a blow job to another guy and she would be out on her ass without a cent of his money, and maybe even a bill for all the work she had asked for, a desperate attempt to stay twenty.
He heard her come back inside. Fuck, he thought, Steven Canter was coming and he detested the man. He wasn’t as rich, but he was better at flaunting it, and unlike Ronald, Steven loved the press, and played them at every opportunity.
But they were two powerful men in complementary industries, they had to stay friendly, even if they would destroy each other at the first opportunity. With a grunt he turned around and with a final trailing glance at his wife, now drying herself off, walked back inside.
Up on the hillside another man lowered his binoculars. He was tall, dark haired. His potential good lucks were marred by a rippling of the skin on his right cheek. He was dressed casual, no different from the other people who traversed the trail he now went up, looking down over the lakeside homes.
He had been watching the man intently, but after he had gone inside, let his gaze drift over the fine body of the mans wife.
A thin smile played his lips and he headed back down the hill.
The Voyeur
Ronald would have become furious if anyone ever insinuated that he was a voyeur, but as he watched his wife getting ready from the laptop in his study, it was hard for him to argue the fact with himself.
He was a private man, lived a private life, and he had a private fetish.
He sat and watched when she took her vibrator out of her dresser, thrusting his hands down his pants as she thrust the device deep into her.
He knew she knew he watched her, and it made it all the hotter for him, it increased the danger of getting caught, but he sat safe, secure, behind his screen. He would fuck her later, but right now his hand grasped his cock, hard, swollen, he began to pump it.
Jazelle sat in her dressing room, thrusting the dildo in and out, she knew he was watching, it was half the reason she did it where he could see. Fuck him, it would catch him out one day, she might as well get some pleasure out of it.
Her left hand trailed over her body, gripping her tits, stroking her thighs, while her right hand put the dildo to work.
She felt the orgasm come, building inside her, before exploding, a wave of pleasure ripping through her body, a release from her pussy, cum dripping out of her, mingling with the sweat and juices between her legs.
She laughed, and went to the bathroom, washing the dildo off, and jumping in the shower.
Ronald had finished too, but he still watched, switching cameras, watching her rinse down, soap up, wash off. He marveled at her body, so perfect, the way her boobs bounced as she washed them, the firmness of her ass, the smoothness of her pussy, her slender legs.
Eventually though, she started to get dressed, and Ronald too retired to his closet. There was no way he was going to let Steven fucking Canton look better than him.
The Meeting
“So nice to see you Steven! It’s been too long!” Ronald shook the man’s hand warmly, his honest gaze probing the eyes of the visitor, searching for a single sign of weakness.
Steven returned the handshake, “Too long indeed!” Steven was younger, taller, British at birth, and had a salt and pepper hair that made Ronald distinctly aware of his own receding hairline.
He forced his warmest smile and invited him in for a new whisky he had discovered.
Jazelle likewise went first to the woman that Steven had brought, she too was intimately jealous of this woman, on looks alone. Unlike Jazelle, this womans breasts seemed real, the way the skin rippled, and her breasts bounced, they didn’t look fake. They were larger than Jazelle’s too, and she still had her stick thin figure, tight skin, firm body. Jazelle consoled herself that someday soon, those boobs would begin to sag, and this woman would be getting surgery too.
She hugged Steven, so nice to see you again! She said, feeling his hand rest firmly on her ass. Both men were remarkably similar, her own husband was feeling up Steven’s latest conquest too. She hugged tighter, pushing her breasts in to Steven, then let go.
The men quickly retired to Ronald’s office, the two ladies to the poolside. Both the ladies, prepared for this, changed quickly into their bathing suits, both had a skimpiness about them, both women eyeing each other warily. There was no hidden misunderstanding here, both women knew that they were with men much older for the money, the easy lifestyle. They were both in competition.
In the office, the men were deep in conversation, they were brokering deals, Steven had wanted to go over their entire partner agreements to seek new opportunities, Ronald, suspicious though he was, loved to make deals, take the load off his plate, take a commission, rather than do the work.
For that reason, he was a little more lax than usually about divulging the areas of his business. Unseen to the
eyes of the men, Steven’s tie clip was sending out every word of the conversation, and in a van, not too far away, a man with a slightly scarred face was listening, intently.
After a few hours, conversations ended, the sun was descending in the afternoon sky, and the women made their way inside and re-dressed.
Ronald was in a surprisingly good mood, waving Steven off. The little prick might be able to make him a lot of cash, and reduce his workload significantly.
He took his wife upstairs, and undressed her slowly, admiring his prize, the smoothness and firmness of her skin. His hands felt everywhere.
Jazelle let him fondle her, feigning ecstasy as he kissed her body. In truth, the old man repulsed her, his flabby stomach, wrinkled skin, vile personality, he was the opposite of everything she did, but he had the money, and she had the comfort. She had most definitely become a fantastic actress.
So as she lay in the bed, letting the disgusting man fuck her, weakly thrusting between her legs, she thought of the male staff who worked the property, thought of fucks gone by, thought of the men who had ravished her, and tried and tried to orgasm, searching for the feeling. She longed for a feeling of lust, love, but it never came. She lay there, unfeeling, until the man finally came inside her.
The Cheat
Jazelle lay naked by the pool, her husband was away, but she knew he recorded everything. The gardener was stood, a little away, admiring her body. He had made advances before, and she would have taken them, but she knew her husband watched, and she had told him as much. She had similar experiences with the other men around the property, most of them average, but each one infinitely more tempting than her current husband.
She laid naked for a while, enjoying the gaze of the man, but she knew if her husband found out she was intentionally letting the gardener see her, he would throw her out.
So after a while she got up with a start, and put some clothes on, pretending she had just seen the gardener, and then went back to the pool, clad in a more sensible bikini.
Normally the gardener would disappear after she dressed, but this time he walked up to her.
“Sorry to interrupt your sunbathing, but I think I might have a solution to a problem of yours.”
“What problem?” Sarah asked, cautious, she got ready to make a scene.
“You said before that you would love a little excitement, but your man films everything.”
Jazelle nodded, trying to figure out where this was going.
“Well, what if I told you I have a friend who works on security systems, who might have access to the cameras, who could, maybe, make it so it looked like you were sunbathing, but you could be doing anything you wanted.”
“How?” Jazelle was interested, very interested, but she couldn’t show it.
“Whenever you need privacy, just lay by the pool, give his number a call, it will be a womans answering machine, just leave a message asking her to call you back. When you are done, a woman will call you back, just answer that you can’t talk and give a random reason.”
Jazelle stared intently at the gardener. “It’s risky, I have all this comfort at stake, you know that.”
“He will never know, his monitors will show you laying by the pool, hell, why do you think he never catches me on camera looking at you?”
“What will it cost me?”
“Nothing, the household help wants this as much as you. The hacker wants you once a week, thats it.”
“When will it be ready?” she asked.
The gardener just laughed, pulled his top off, kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers and boxers. He stood naked in front of her, muscled, a slight sheen of sweat, his cock hanging semi hard between his legs. “Your husband can’t even see me talking to you now.”
He bent down, pulled her bikini bottoms off, his fingers drifted up her thigh, and began to rub her clit. They continued to move up, he moved beside her, his fingers trailing up her stomach, cupping and squeezing one of her breasts, Jazelle let out a little gasp.
His dick was now completely hard, it hung in front of her face. This was no old man’s wrinkled fare, it was young, solid. She rolled onto her side, first just licking the tip, then, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat. His hands grasped her head, moving her faster and faster, before he pulled her off.
Without saying a word he stepped back towards the foot of the sunbed, grasped her legs, lifted them into the air, and spread them apart, leaving her pussy exposed.
“Spread your lips” he commanded, and she did.
He looked for a long time, his tongue trailing across his own lips, before he moved in, and fucked her. Jazelle had longed for this feeling for years. the real feeling of getting fucked, not imagining a real man whilst getting prodded by a fool, she orgasmed time and time again, the final climax rising as the Gardener came inside her.
“Whenever you want, you can have this.” he said.
The Hacker and the Life of Lust
Jazelle had an appointment with the hacker. Her husband had been was at the office, and the hacker had called, it was time for his payment.
When he arrived Jazelle stepped back a little. She had been fucking the help nonstop for the last few days, and they were all hot, but the man in front of her now was chubby, slovenly, dirty fingernails, yellowish teeth, not ugly, but with a few pounds too much weight spread across his body. He was like a younger version of her Husband, not attractive, but obviously affluent.
She invited him in, and there was no foreplay, he stripped her, took her up to the bedroom, and fucked her. She felt a little violated, but no more than what she felt when she met her husband. Hell, she was just doing just a little bit more fucking in trade, and she got the money, and a little freedom to fulfill her sexual needs, desires and wants left unfulfilled by her husband..
For the next few weeks she lived in a world of pure pleasure. She had the sex, the wealth, the comfort. Sometimes two, three times a day she would fuck the staff, liberated sexually as they used her, abused her, inside, outside, whenever they wanted, whenever she wanted.
Even the pool boy became a regular toy, a 17 year old, still inexperienced, but filled with energy. Before he had never even seen her naked, so on a day that she knew the boy would be coming, she changed all that.
She waited for him to arrive, to start cleaning, and then she walked out by the pool, completely naked. He was engrossed in his work, so she walked up to him, put her hand on his shoulder. “Do you want anything to drink” she asked.
He turned around, his face went bright red, he tried not to stare at her breasts, but he had a hard time, he stammered a little “n-no, I’m okay thank you: and he turned to leave.
“Where are you going? Jazelle asked “The pool is still dirty.”
The boy, still red, turned back to the pool, and continued to clean, looking at her constantly from the corner of her eyes.
Jazelle pulled out a bottle of sunscreen from a cabinet, and walked back to the pool, rubbing it into her naked skin. Squeezing her breasts, running her hands over her body, she asked “Would you mind getting my back?”.
He came over, and took the bottle, and squirted it into his hands, placing them on her back. Jazelle let out a little shriek. “It’s cold!”
The boy mumbled an apology, and kept rubbing. He finished her back.
“Go lower” Jazelle said.
“The entire back of my body needs to be done, I don’t want to get a burnt patch, or an uneven tan.”
He rubbed down, further and further, he reached her ass, pulling her butt cheeks apart with his movements. The first time he spread them, he paused. she could feel her pussy exposed. His thumbs, covered in the sunscreen ran up the inside of her ass cheeks.
“Make sure you get all of it, I don’t want anywhere... delicate... burned. He paused for a second, and this time ran his fingers directly down the crack, one finger, slipped just a little into her ass, and she giggled, he let it slide in again, moving it in and out just a couple of t
imes, Then he kept moving down. He reached her pussy and began to rub it in to the outside. It was waxed smooth and wet, shining in the sun. for a second he parted her lips, exposing her pink, soft pussy, then moved on, over high thighs, then her legs, he kept them spread apart, his eyes never leaving her pussy, before standing back up.
He stood waiting, and Jazelle turned over, sitting back up she said “I need you to do one more thing for me”.
She unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, it was hard as hell, and she wanted it, but first, she put it in her mouth, pulling him in closer she began to suck.
The kid let out a groan, he didn’t know what to say, he was quiet, but he shook with pleasure. After a few minutes of head, she stopped, stood up, and pushed him into the pool. Jumping in after him, she quickly straddled him, riding him in the warm pool water, they moved in rhythm, hips swinging, their bodies entwined in the water, waves emanating from their squirming thrusts.
She left him, alone in the pool, enjoying his gaze on her rear as she rose from the pool.
Jazelle was living her dream, but even so, she felt her elation dip a little when the hacker returned for his weekly payment.
It was not even a few hours after the pool boy when the hacker walked up for his regular session, and as before, he simply used her. Pulling off her clothes, stroking for his own pleasure, fucking her like she was some masturbatory aid.
As he came near climax he made her get on her knees, and he stuffed his cock in her mouth, she gagged a little but began to suck, allowing him to stick his dick far down her throat. He pulled out, just as he came, his cum drenching her face, falling in to her mouth, and down her chest.
“Stay there, don’t move” he commanded. and he stood, watching her for a few minutes, his cock dangling over her, she felt the occasional drop of cold semen land on her from his cock.
“Now suck me clean”