It’s been three years since I divorced that demon. I couldn’t stand her. All she did was complain about my slight weight gain, that I worked all the time and spent little time with her. I love my business, but I also worked long hours to fund her lavish lifestyle.
She loved spending my money at boutiques, upscale restaurants and donating to charities under her name. How nice of her. The final straw for Cheryl was when I cheated on her with my secretary. She didn’t give me sex for over a year. What’s a fella to do? I’m pretty sure that she was just looking for a reason to divorce me and take half of my stuff.
Fortunately, the judge didn’t grant her half of my company. She was unbelievably bitter about it. I’m sure she wanted most, if not all, of my possessions. But she did keep the house and received alimony for three years. The last payment was the previous month. Thank God. I don’t want to give that bitch another cent ever again.
I stayed in the country for three years to make sure that the business would prosper and worked to take it online during that time. I’m proud to have switched almost the entire operation online so that I can earn from it wherever I am in the world.
While we were married, Cheryl wanted me to take her to Thailand, Colombia and Brazil. Not only was I busy, but I wanted to visit those places by myself. The women there are incredible, and I wanted to dip my stick in as many holes as possible.
I’m fifty years old, so I’m well past my prime looks-wise. But I’m at my peak financially, and I have more sexual drive now than I had when I was twenty.
I hired a new secretary, Faye, a few months ago because the one I cheated on Cheryl with was also a financial leech. I don’t mind if a woman wants me to spend some money on her but don’t take me for granted and use me only for my money. I hate that.
I decided to head to Brazil first, then make my way down to Columbia and explore Asia for several months.
Rio de Janeiro was slightly humid, with patches of clouds in the sky. The place is a bubble-butt heaven. I don’t know if most of those women had butt implants, but I could care less. So many of them gave me a boner.
While walking along the beach, a beautiful, young, tanned, lady smiled at me. I smiled at her and then looked over my shoulder as I passed her. She’s still smiling at me. I stopped, turned around and then saw that she also stopped while looking at me. I’m certain that she wanted me to talk to her.
I smiled as I walked to her and said, “Hi. How are you?”
She’s still smiling at me. “I’m good. You?”
“Feeling great now that I saw you.”
Her smile stretched further, and she looked down.
“I’m Calvin.”
“I’m Antonia.
“What are you up to?”
“I’m walking around. It’s a nice day. You?”
“Same. I was hoping to run into a beautiful woman like you. Wanna get a Caipirinha?”
“Sure. Sounds nice.”
We chatted about her origins while walking to a nearby bar, and I told her where I’m from.
At the bar, our legs brushed at the high table. I’m trying hard to focus on her story, but all I can think about is banging her from behind. Her round ass and tight body would make me cum a lot.
After buying several drinks, I suggested going back to my place. Antonia tells me that I have to work harder. She tells me that I must take her shopping and then to dinner. She looks so damn good that I don’t mind spending a few thousand dollars on bags and shoes.
I carry a lot of money in my man bag because I don’t trust credit cards, especially when I’m abroad. Any sales assistant can memorise the card number and use it online. I feel more comfortable having cash.
After the shopping spree and dinner at an upscale restaurant, I take Antonia to my room. I sit on the edge of the bed and she gets on her knees in front of me. She whips out my dick and wraps her plump lips around it, then bobs up and down.
I stretched my arms behind me on the bed and leaned back slightly while watching her suck my dick. I put my hand on top of her head, and she raised her eyes to meet mine. I love it when a woman looks at me while my dick is in her mouth. It’s such a turn-on.
She licks the tip while her lips slide up and down my dick. I got so hard and couldn’t wait to stick it into her pussy.
Antonia stands up, faces her back to me and then pulls down her denim shorts. Her butt cheeks pop out and suck in the g-string. I grit my teeth and then smack her ass. It wobbles, and she chuckles. I do it again, and she bends over more, shifting her ass closer to my face.
I shove my ass into her face and bite a chunk of her cheek. She reaches behind her and grabs my hair, pulling it towards her. I rattle my face in between her cheeks and then pull off her g-string.
I lick her sweet pussy for a few minutes. Man, it tastes good. I shove three fingers into her pussy and feel that she’s tight. She looks at me over her shoulder and smiles. I know she likes that. I finger her for a few minutes and then pull out my fingers, licking her fluid off them.
I recline on the bed, and Antonia gets on top of me. She presses her hands on my chest, and I watch her bounce on my dick. I love that she’s smiling. She looks so beautiful.
She speeds up the pace and raises her bum higher so that she lowers herself more onto my dick. Her pussy feels amazing, and her groans are turning me on more.
As much as I love that she’s jumping on top of me, I want her from behind. I tap her leg, and she gets off, then crawls back to the edge of the bed. I stand behind her and then stick my dick inside her pussy.
My thrusts are initially slow, but I speed up. The faster I bang her, the louder her moaning grows. I love hearing that sound. It’s sweet and sexual at the same time.
I spank her ass several times during the aggressive thrusts and then slow down. I shove my finger into her ass, and she emits a groan. She wasn’t expecting me to do that, but she likes it.
I keep my finger in her ass while thrusting.
A few minutes later, she lies on her side and then raises her right leg. I stick my dick into her pussy while pressing my left hand on her ass and holding her thigh with the other hand. Her face is buried in the duvet as I give it to her.
My balls are ready to shoot out a massive load, but I want it to last longer. She’s so hot that I feel it would be a waste for me to finish only after fifteen minutes or so.
I pull out my dick and then slide it on her thigh, then stick it back into her pussy after cooling down a bit. I can’t believe how tight she is. I was certain that she would’ve been through a lot of dick, considering she’s so damn hot.
I continue the thrusting, and she bobs forward and back, groaning and murmuring. Her black, flowy hair is below her shoulders.
Abruptly, she perks her ass up and gets on her knees and hands. She wants me to give it to her doggystyle again. No problem.
I grab her waist and then penetrate fast, short thrusts. She’s screaming, and I’m working up quite a sweat. I feel that I’m about to cum, and I can’t stop it.
I twitch and shoot out my load into her pussy. I groan as more cum spills out.
Antonia looks back at me and smiles. I feel drained. There’s no energy left inside me, so I lie on the bed. She rests her head on my chest, and I fall asleep.
I wake up in the middle of the night. Antonia is not in the bed.
I get out of bed and check the bathroom. She’s not there. Something feels off. My eyebrows raise as I think of my man bag.
I scuttle to it and then see it’s unzipped. I snatch it from the nightstand and then see that it’s empty. My eyes close. Damn her.
I went to the reception and asked the assistant if he had seen Antonia leave. “Yes, sir. She left about an hour ago. She looked like she was in a rush.”
With my hands on the counter, I dunk my head and then shake it. She must’ve taken, at least, ten thousand dollars from my bag. I could’ve had more in there. I can’t remember.
In the morning, I filed a report with the police. I gave them my bank account details if they retrieve the money because I had a flight that night to Bangkok. Fortunately for me, I took my debit card, so I withdrew more money to take with me to Asia.
After I checked into my hotel, I decided to get dinner at a restaurant.
A young lady with black hair approaches me. She asks if I’m a foreigner. I love her smile. Her friendliness prompts me to offer her a seat and dinner. Sunan accepted both.
The following day, I take her shopping. She loves the necklace I bought her and the expensive dress. At least, she didn’t ask me for money.
After dining and taking her on shopping sprees for several days, Sunan accompanies me to my hotel room.
She’s petite and has a tight body. I bang her brains out. She screams loudly in all positions. I’m surprised that I lasted more than an hour.
She falls asleep next to me.
In the morning, she’s not there. My gut tells me that there’s something wrong. I immediately go for the man bag, and it’s empty.
I look up at the ceiling and tighten my lips. I can’t believe this. Steam blows out of my nose. I don’t know who I’m more angry with: myself or that stupid bitch.
I can’t believe that this has happened to me again. What the hell? Not only did I have bad luck with my ex-wife but also with every woman after her.
The theft left a sour taste in my mouth, and I called Faye to book me a flight and accommodation to Vietnam.
She called me an hour later with all of the details.
In Vietnam, I meet Chi. She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I must’ve spent at least five thousand dollars on her. Before we went to my hotel room, I withdrew about eight thousand dollars, in case Chi wants room service. She has expensive taste in champagne, so I want to make sure that I’m covered.
After two bottles of champagne, we have sex. It’s amazing. I need to rest.
I close my eyes.
Sometime later, I open my eyes and see Chi reaching for my handbag. I clutch her wrist and squeeze it hard. She grimaces and pleads for me to let her go.
I get up in her face and shout, “What the hell are you doing?”
“Sorry, Calvin. Please, don’t hurt me.”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing. I promise.”
“You wanted to steal my money, didn’t you?”
“No, not me.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No. It’s not for me.”
I frown. “Who is it for?”
“Some for me. Some for your ex-wife.”
My forehead wrinkles. “Cheryl? How the hell do you know about her?”
“She called my agency and told me about you.”
“You’re an escort?”
“Yes. She told me you would have money on you. And she and I would split it.”
“How the hell did she know where I would be travelling?”
“I don’t know.”
My eyes widen. “Faye. That bitch. She was in on it, too.”
The following day, I called Cheryl. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Calvin,” she says.
“So my house and three years of alimony wasn’t enough for you. You had to get escorts to rob me, as well.”
“Oh, Calvin. I don’t pity you at all. I pity myself. I wish I had gotten more from you. But since the judge wasn’t willing to grant me everything I wanted, a girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do to get what she wants.”
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