To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 1 - Sex Stories

To the Victor Go the Spoils. Pt: 1

*IMPORTANT* This is a new account for superkev123, I can no longer access my old one, so I am re-posting all my old ones here, and will also be uploading new ones. "She's too fat," David's boss asserted as he glanced down at the surveillance photos spread across his cluttered desk. "If she tones up a little, she'll be hot. Besides, you think all women should be anorexic." David said in Sara's defence. Sara was short, only about 5' and not at all heavier than she should be. However, she was blessed with long auburn hair and flawless porcelain skin. Her weight was well proportioned and David was determined that she would be his. David's boss quipped, "And what if you decide you don't like her. Then what do I fucking do with her?" David hated this man. He was such a scumbag, from his greased hair to his pinky ring. Fat and squat, he was disgusting. "She'll tone and you'll have a beautiful girl for sale." David begrudgingly pointed out. He knew he would never allow this to happen to Sara, but he had to convince this asshole that she was worth the effort and expense. His boss gave in, "I suppose you are one of my best employees. Okay, she's yours... Happy retirement." He slid the photos back across the desk to David. David carefully tucked them back into the tattered folder. David couldn't help but grin as he walked out of the office. It was almost three years ago since he first saw her. At the age of 23, he made a feeble attempt to return to college after being in the Army for ...

... eight years. The first class he attended was freshman English. It also happened to be where he met Sara. She was 19 and was very shy. She rarely spoke or made eye contact with anyone. Most men would look at her and see only a snob, but David saw her as a potential submissive. He was convinced he was right when he read her story. Sara was a talented writer and the professor took the liberty of making copies of her work for the class. It was around Halloween and they had received a creative writing assignment to write a short horror story. Sara's story was about a girl that was stalked by an obsessed man and forced to confront him. The story was not erotic, but it had BDSM undertones that captured David's full attention. He tried to talk with her a few times, but she always scurried away from him. He supposed he probably was intimidating to her. He was over 6 feet tall, 6’2” to be precise and had blond hair with stormy blue eyes. Even at that time, he had several tattoos on his slightly muscular arms that enhanced his imposing appearance. On the last day he attended class, before starting his current line of work, he cornered her in the hallway. "Hi, my name's David. You're Sara, right?" David offered his hand to her. He was born with the ability to charm. He had a warm smile and a slight southern accent that melted even the iciest women. "Yes." Sara replied too sharply and ignored his gesture. "Listen, I know you don't know me very well, but I'd like to change that. Would you ...