A Psychopath's Direction: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

A Psychopath's Direction: Chapter 1

... say he tagged along after me, as I genuinely liked the guy. As we did our usual brother-hug and bumped fists, I got a great view of his wife Marie, dressed in her pink cocktail dress which gave me an amazing view of her cleavage. “You guys don’t get into much trouble, I’m heading out with the girls,” Marie teased, as she sauntered past me to give her husband a loving kiss. If there was anyone who deserved happiness, it was those two, for definite. They met you see, at a tennis match at Wimbledon, some fifteen years ago….man. That sounds like so long ago now you think about it now. We were both younger and….I would say wiser. The past few years have not been kind to us, emotionally speaking. “Where’s Amber?” I asked them, as Greg wrapped his arms around his lovely wife. Amber is their daughter, beautiful little thing. I’m sure she has already broken some hearts already, and will do for years to come. “Oh, she’s round at a friends house. It’s great to see her doing so well.” Marie let out a gentle sigh before pecking Greg on the lips again and leaving. “Love you honey!” She sang out. “Love ya too,” Greg replied, smirking. Lucky prick. He turned to face me. “Good to see you man, it’s been a while.” He handed me a can of Woodpecker cider which I happily accepted, and we went downstairs to his basement, where he had all his gear. “I’m sorry to hear you lost your job, mate.” I had to shrug. The guy was a complete asshole to be honest. I would have shoved a knife through his heart ...

... when he told me they were “letting me go”, but doing so there would have brought some shitty consequences. Greg revved up his computer and we went onto the site. Our fucking masterpiece. Greg is a motherfucking legend on the computers, even better then I am…..like christ. He works in some computing company where they build gaming systems, and he has a shitton of money to do this kind of thing. Oh yes. We got onto the website, which we had been controlling for twelve years now. In truth I’m shocked it hasn’t been seized by the feds, but Greg just loved keeping them on their toes. “Here, this is what I wanted to show you.” Greg showed me his email, filled with requests. A couple were just recommendations from some other idiots about other snuff sites. Some were a few videos sent to us of the fans, we had a huge fanbase. Nothing massive or really messed up, just a couple of amateur happy slappings. Pathetic. we sneered at bit of this and went to the good stuff. Mainly this email by some guy in the United States. I admit, my jaw dropped. “This guy wants a private film for….how much?” I was fucking shocked. But there it was. We make a heck of a lot on this snuff site, and usually we put them up for around two to three thousand pounds a head. But this guy was offering to pay…. “Thats right, my friend,” Greg smiled shyly. “Fifteen big ones.” The plan was simple. He got the basic script from the contact, and what kind of people he wanted. Easy enough, the streets are usually crawling ...