Rough Deal - Part 2
"What do you mean you're a con man?", Hannah really thought he was joking.
"Exactly what I say." He replied.
"Come on Ben, stop being an idiot."
He paused and looked at her seriously.
"I know who your husband is. Franklin Harry Mable is worth almost $200 million and currently has an average yearly income of nearly $3 million. You're his wife and have been for five years. Your prenuptial agreement with him is dependent on how long the marriage lasts, I also know that infidelity on your part will equate to you getting next to nothing. Furthermore, infidelity on his part will grant you a huge slice of the pie and likely set you up for life. On top of all that, I can guess a few other things. Firstly, you don't love him and secondly, he doesn't love you."
He stopped to gauge her reaction.
"Who are you? How do you know all this?"
He could see deep concern on her face, good he thought.
"I hope you grasp the seriousness of the situation." He told her. "I want you to understand, this is what I do. I lever people and situations. I actually have something to show you."
He moved to the kitchen table and opened a laptop. He pointed her to a seat, which she took. He clicked into a folder and opened up a video, immediately he saw the color drain out of her face.
Hannah almost felt sick. In the space of a few minutes, her world had been turned upside down. That's what Ben had already done and now he'd done it again.
There it was, a crystal clear video of her and Ben having sex. She looked up at him, trying not to show any emotion.
"You have to understand Hannah, even though this all began because of your husband and I would normally have been strictly professional about it. I have to admit, I really enjoyed it, so I've done you a favor."
Hannah said nothing, she looked up at him coldly. She was amazed at how his demeanor had changed, only a few minutes ago he was the Ben who could melt her into the palm of his hand. He had changed into this Ben, who made it all sound like a favorable business deal.
"I ask you Hannah not to let this affect your perception of me so much. I have something else to show you that will change your situation again."
He opened up another video and this time the scene was unfamiliar. There was no sound for some reason. There was a view of a bathroom door, overlooking a small round table in the center of what looked like a cheap hotel room. It lasted 30 seconds before a woman who she hadn't seen before bent over the table in the nude and looked straight at the camera before someone came up behind her and began fucking her from behind, she couldn't tell who it was because the man's face was just off the top of screen. The woman kept saying things to him, telling him things, what to do or how good it felt, you couldn't tell. Then, the woman reached behind herself and pulled the man's hands right around her resting on her breasts, causing him to lean forward. His face came into view.
It was Franklin Harry Mable. The same Franklin Harry Mable who almost never fucked his own wife. There he was with another woman. When they were first married, she'd suspected this. After a while though, she began to appreciate that maybe he just wasn't that interested in sex. And now here he was, giving it to another woman.
"You're going to like this next part." Ben told her.
She now saw that her husband was wearing a dog collar, he was a small man and the bulky studs and chain attached to it made him look almost helpless. The woman turned around and yanked on his collar. She was saying things to him now and it was clear that they were instructions at this point. The woman sat on the table that she had just bent over and layed down, her body sprawled in the center of the picture. She pulled him into place and forced his face down into her sex roughly. She had a fit body and was obviously strong because she had no trouble making Franklin Harry Mable bend to her will. She could see the woman thrashing about on the table. Her black hair was cut short and her ample breasts stood out as her chest heaved. Hannah could see her husband reach up from between the woman's legs to grab her breasts, at this point the woman pulled on his lead viciously and yell an order at him. After which, Franklin went back to his duties between her legs.
Hannah shut the laptop, disgusted. She couldn't believe it. The ultra serious Franklin Harry Mable, a leading car manufacturing innovator, millionaire philanthropist and uncaring bastard, had been going outside their marriage for who knew how long, while she had suffered in neglect until her physical needs consumed her. Now, here they were, both at the mercy of this con man, Ben. She had commenced a relationship with him about 3 months ago and had been slowly falling for him since then. She'd finally caved in to her physical needs and he had satisfied them all from the beginning.
"What did you mean before when you said you've done me a favor?" She asked.
"Well Hannah, you can have that video of your husband, make a fortune out of it." He replied.
"You mean, black mail him?"
"Use it as leverage in the divorce proceedings and get him to settle for a huge amount."
"I bet you want a cut, right?"
"Well, you are going to need that video of you and I disposed of right? Because if you don't, you might get nothing out of him. Did you know that he told her that he would leave you?"
Hannah, was lost for words, she'd been given so much heavy information already, she didn't know what to say to that, she was quite beset with confusion.
"It's not actually money that I want Hannah." He stated.
She looked up at him, even more confused, tears forming in her eyes.
"What is it that you want?" She asked, nearly sobbing.
"Well, the woman on the video, she's my partner. We worked together in this and we had a plan to milk both you and your husband for everything we could. We revised the plan because we like you Hannah. You see, Alicia and I are both very socially and physically dominant. We aren't exactly the best pairing, we work well together professionally but physically, there is a slight clash, we both want control. So, what I really want you to do Hannah, is come with us on the road after you get your money and be our fuck doll."
Hannah was even more shocked at that. Where did this guy get off? Did he think she was some kind of toy? Some concubine or something?
"Listen Hannah, I could get you to do this even without those videos."
Now he sounded crazy, there was no way she would drop her life like that for no good reason and go on the road as a sex slave.
Suddenly he scooped her up out of the seat. She struggled against him but he was way too strong. He threw her down on the couch on her back and pinned her hands to the back of chins and folded her up again easily. She was unable to move. Naked and pinned in that way, she wanted to escape but she knew there was no use. There was no fighting him and she loved that, already she could feel that she was soaked and leaking from her pussy.
Ben began to laugh.
"You can't fight me and you can't deny me. Already your pussy is so ready for me that I could probably drink from what you have there." He taunted.
He didn't give her a chance to say anything. He was buried in her and pounding her immediately. Instantly she felt an orgasm fast approaching and watched as he drove his huge rod into her soaked hole. She lay back and let him fuck her. It felt too good try to stop.
Hannah thrashed underneath him as she came for the second time. Again and again his penis was thrust inside her. He pumped his cock into her all the way and moaned. "Oh fuck." He said, as he pulled out and quickly positioned himself over her face. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as he dropped his hot sperm all over her face. Hannah lay back and enjoyed the feeling of it on her skin, the warmth was delightful.
Hannah had forgotten everything else while they had been going for it and suddenly realized, she was in love with Ben.