Marlee: Chapter 02 - Sex Stories

Marlee: Chapter 02

Marlee: Chapter 02 by MrDeep © Hello again. If we haven't been introduced, I am C.C. I don't use my real name or where I work for security reasons. What do I do, you ask? I am an executive for a large investment bank. I manipulate stock and gold prices. I turn stocks into gold. I hoard gold. I also manipulate woman. I turn women into sluts. I prefer married women. I hoard sluts. I sell the best ones on the "market" to the highest bidder. My current project at work is to drain a hedge fund until the investors are bled dry. My second project is Marlee and her daughter, Sindi. Marlee works here. I'm not her boss. I'm her boss' boss. Relax! This is not sexual harassment. Marlee was curious about men like me. She wanted what I could give her. She relished being submissive to a powerful man. She willingly became my sexual slave. In fact, she willingly signed a consent form. Sindi works as an exotic dancer in a live sex act. I got her that job. When she's not dancing, she's turning tricks for me. She has been a very lucrative investment. "I heard from Fred today," Marlee sent me a text. She sends text messages while at work. Fred is her husband. He is doing hard time for drunk driving. It's a long story. "Oh! What's up with him?" I worded the text ‘like I didn't know’ . Actually, I manipulated his jail sentence like I manipulate stocks. "He's wants me to visit him," Marlee texted. "Are you going?" "No!" "How long he been in jail?" I had lost count of how long he had on his ...

... six-month sentence for drunken driving. Marlee and daughter, Sindi, have been living with me. "Six months." "Too bad. Is he adjusting?" I was lying. I knew Fred would never adjust. He could accommodate, but never adjust. "He said they are turning him into a male hoe." "LOL," I texted. I knew that would happen. "LOL See you later." How calloused can she be toward him, I thought. In just a few months, Marlee had started as a demure wife and mom, working for a banking firm, to become a slut and a whore with no compassion for her dumb-ass husband. After five, I met Marlee in the parking garage. It was our usual dark corner where I parked my Mercedes. She looked hot! On my suggestions, Marlee had made a number of changes. For one thing, I got the company to allow shorter skirts. Her miniskirt was totally "policy" and was just barely covering her hot pink thong. Her hair was almost platinum on the left side and red streaked on the right side. It was long and fell over her shoulder on the right and cascaded down her back on the left. Her eye shadow was a multi-tonal blue and green. Her eye-liner was thick and black, enhancing her wide, blue eyes. Her lips were full, pouty, and inviting, and they were enhanced with collagen that I paid for. She had a nose ring with a chain that hung from her nose across her face to her left ear. Her face was clear and smooth. Her makeup gave her face a post-orgasm glow. I wanted her to not only be a slut; I wanted her to look like one, too. We fell into each ...