A Rich Man’s World by PicturePainter
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A tale of violence and lust a rich man has for young women , This is the story of a rich man and his lust for young females and the lengths he will go to, to satisfy his needs including violence.
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A Rich Man’s World
There is something pretty special about being rich! I found this out rather later in life than I would have liked when I happened to buy a lottery ticket with the last £2 I had in the world. My wife was at home and we were living on our wits worried about bills coming through the door and trying hard to keep ourselves above water. Due to this there was a lot of resentment in the house and as such arguments were par for the course on a daily basis.
It therefore wasn’t surprising that when the lottery ticket did come up as a single jackpot winner with a sum amounting to just short of £10M I didn’t stick around for long with her. Don’t get me wrong we weren’t that unhappy but I knew our marriage and run its course and it was time to look for pastures new along with half my winnings. I gave the other half to her and she and I went our separate ways.
But now being single and being rich I have found that you don’t need to try too hard and the women (and some men) will flock around you like the gold diggers they are! But they aren’t worth bothering with unless it is just a quick fuck that you want, and that’s with or without their consent. But an Armani suit always says something irrespective of the looks of the person wearing the suit. This just goes to prove that most women are money grabbing slappers who’ll do anything for a few quid in the bank!
Tuesday
And today is clearly no different as I enter the caf?I see that the food counter is in the rear of the shop. I head towards it and cannot fail to notice the girl behind the front counter. I have seen her before, on many occasions! I have, for want of a better word, been stalking her, as a lion might a gazelle waiting patiently for the right moment to pounce!
She blue eyed, blonde and buxom and looks around 18. Like most girls her age she is dressed like a tart and I know from that look she has that she will be perfect for what I need whilst I am in the city. And perfect for what I intend to do tonight.
There is another girl who looks to be in her mid twenties tidying up in the background. She throws me a cursory glance and a smile. She’s also blonde, a dirty blonde and that’s ‘dirty’ in her equally slutty appearance rather than hair tone. But sadly, for her, she doesn’t have big jugs like the girl at the counter so she qualifies for neither my attention nor my interest. But the sweet looking ‘counter girl’ has caught my eye now with her mini skirted bare thighs and over exposed cleavage pushed into the tight red blouse around her big fat tits. Mmmmmm. I can hardly hold my excitement as my eyes examine every inch of her young voluptuous body.
I ask her name as I order a sandwich.
“Trish!” She smiles back and I notice her full young red painted lips that will be perfect for what I have planned.
“How old? You look too young to be working!” I explore devilishly.
“Awe thanks Sir!” She grins. “I’m actually just turned 18! I have a job but this is just to get some pocket money!” She explains with a smile as walks back to get my coffee and I watch her bare legs leading up to the short tartan skirt. She chats easily with me as she puts my sandwich together. I can see that she is checking me out.
“And you? What brings you into the City?” She smiles as she finishes making my lunch.
“Just cruising around!” I smile. “Looking for anything that might interest me!”
“Cool!” She smiles taking my money and giving me the change. “And have you found anything to interest you yet?”
“Anything or anyone?” I smile nicely. “Certainly I think I might have found someone now!” I see her cheeks flush as she smiles and walks back to the counter.
I know I am at least 30 years older than her and am a different colour with my olive Italian skin but I can see she just seemed fascinated with my appearance, and no doubt my money. Just like all the rest of them then! I am old enough to be her fucking Father for god’s sake! Either that or she’s just a fucking slapper, gagging for a hard cock and real hard fucking! Well, that can be arranged!
She comes nearby and starts to wipe down some tables.
“Boyfriend?” I probe further as the other woman mops the floor.
“Nah, he messed around so I’ve dumped him!” She smiles sweetly at me with a definite twinkle in her eyes.
“What time do you finish?” I ask pointedly.
“7!”
I check my watch. “I’ll see you at 7 then? A drink before you go home?”
“Oh right! Cool!” She says and grins with a nod of her pretty face.
I can see her standing in front of the caf?ntrance at 7. The short tartan skirt, tight red low cut top and heels makes her look like a hooker as I draw up in the Mercedes! I don’t give a fuck! But here’s the sad truth, I know she must be having a fantasy about a wonderfully romantic night with a rich older Italian guy but this ain’t going to be the way tonight will be.
Once in the car I can tell she is used to a lot less in terms of men and dates.
“I thought we’d go to my hotel!” I smile as I smoothly draw away from the caf? “Okay!” She smiles.
I begin to drive her back to my hotel and after a quick drink at a bar we pass, she doesn’t seem to complain. In fact she edges her skirt up higher as she sits down and talk about crappy teenage stuff. As if I fucking care what she says! She’s here for one reason and one reason only. I haven’t been watching her for ages and wanking over the thoughts of what I am going to do with her to care what she has to say to me now. Now is time for action and I can tell that she wants a good fucking from a rich man!
I pull into Great Victoria Street and draw up outside the Europa Hotel and a concierge opens the door. I throw him my key and escort her into the large foyer area.
“Good Evening Sir!” Smiles the pretty receptionist. Not big enough tits again! I nod back.
“Where’s the bar?” She asks timidly.
“I have alcohol in my room!” I say firmly grabbing her arm and escorting her directly into the lift. She looks up at me as the lift ascends. I glance down and smile.
“What are we going to do?” She asks as she looks up at me. “In your room….I mean?”
I look at her with a sly look on my face and push her to the back of the lift leaning into her seeing her fleshy breasts being squashed against my body.
“You already know what I am going to do! I am going to give the fucking of your life Trish!” I purr. “And it’s too late to back out!” I watch with growing excitement as a look of shock and trepidation crosses her face.
The lift stops and the door opens directly into my penthouse apartment. I walk into the room and look back at her. “Well do you want it or not?” I demand and watch as she exits the lift towards me.