Fang of Control - chapter 1 of 6 - Sex Stories

Fang of Control - chapter 1 of 6

... slightly more defined, and my belly fat had receded a bit.

I drove to a large bank to apply for a business loan. I explained there was a mistake on my credit report, and my score should be 200 higher. The elderly female loan officer I spoke to was happy to ‘correct’ it. She was a little reluctant, but after a brief kiss she agreed to loan me five million dollars with no collateral, and the first payment due in 99 years.

I was surprised how large five million in cash really is. A security guard and another bank employee put the ten cardboard boxes of bills on a cart and loaded them into the back seat of my pickup truck. For another kiss, the loan officer was happy to shred the documents and delete it from the computer.

I stopped at another bank in the next town and deposited four point eight million in a new checking account. The two hundred grand I kept with me was all I would need for years, and halfway filled my duffel bag.

My shirt felt uncomfortably tight on my shoulders, so I stopped at a store and bought three new ones. I also noticed I had more hair on my chest and felt the need to shave again in the middle of the day. I soon gave up on shaving three times a day and adjusted to having a reddish-blonde moustache and beard.

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I decided to clear up some unresolved situations from high school. There were a few ladies I'd missed my chance with, and a few bullies who needed some payback. After a quick restroom fuck with a random gas station cashier, I ...

... drove most of the day and night. When the sun went down, I drove more than a hundred miles with my lights off, then finally decided to turn them on. I could see fine in the dark, but lights would reduce the chance of some sleepy idiot running into me.I got a nap in the early afternoon at a motel in Iowa. I screwed the cute Latina housekeeper a few times before I left, heading east again.

I fueled up at a truck stop and got some water and snacks for the trip. On the way back to my truck, I smelled something very sexy over the acrid stench of gasoline, oil, and diesel. The scent led me to the diesel pumps, where a big rig was being refueled. I saw two brunettes talking to a truck driver.

I politely interrupted. "Hi, where are you headed?" I noticed the arousing scent was coming from the shorter and younger of the two girls. She looked about 19.

The taller one was older, maybe 20 or 21. She said, "New York. He's going to give us a ride to Chicago." Chicago was only two hundred miles East.

I looked into her eyes. "I'm headed to Philadelphia. I can get you most of the way there."

She looked at the tooth around my neck a moment. "That sounds great!"

The burly trucker wasn't happy. "Hey pal, the girls are coming with me!" He made a fist.

Instead of thinking of punching him, I imagined biting his neck and tearing the sides of his belly open with my hands. Somehow it seemed like a better way to fight.

I looked in his eyes with burning rage, but forced myself to ...