by Writing Shark
Bargaining for a piece of meat
“The video…”
“So it goes like this.” You’re tired of being constantly interrupted by women who think they have the right to be seen as equals. Elizabeth Olsen Fanning who thinks her pussy is above her daughter’s. Camila who drinks your piss to feel important.
And now Olivia too.
Olivia Dunne who fell in love with me.
It had to happen at some point. Women are simple beings, emotional and instinctive. Of course Olivia would fall in love with you. Every woman does this at some point. It doesn’t matter how you look or how much money you have. Not even on your power. Appearance is something that you have been able to train yourself to a certain extent. Money gives you health and good nutrition. And that together gives you power, just like the job you do not to feel good, but to not feel bad.
Women don’t have any of that, they lack the natural drive to prove themselves in battle. Women want, even need, to be led. Otherwise accidents like ‘MeeToo’ – a cry from ugly women to get fucked too – or ridiculous competition like Avery Agency, a feminine version of you who, unlike you, sees everyone as an enemy, whether men or women, will happen.
Everything in life revolves around sex. Except sex. Sex is all about power. And men have the ability to seize the power. You did that and got a girl like Olivia Dunne who would allow you to defile any cunt in the world as long as she could fall in love with you.
Love. A weak construct that stands in the way of power. You have the power. You don’t need love. You have everything you want. A full stomach. A clean house. And as much sex as you want. You don’t need to combine all of this in one person.
But Olivia wants this. Maybe you have to push her away.
But… What if…
For now you can allow yourself the luxury of not thinking about Olivia because another cunt is sitting right across from you and if you’re not mistaken her cunt is wet with humiliation, lust and shame.
“Your daughter is mine now,” you say, switching your thoughts to Elizabeth. This is also a luxury that men have and women don’t, solving a problem with all your power. This is how you got to the point where you are now.
“I don’t understand… I… Why did you do this to me?”
“You don’t have to understand it,” you grin and get closer to the woman sitting on one of the chairs at the end of the table. The large office room is empty and no one will come to her aid. “All you have to do is take off your clothes.”
“The police will…” You hit her so hard that she slides off her chair like a petulant child. Before she can scream, you rush past the table, throw her chair aside, grab her by the neck and squeeze. She doesn’t defend herself, you overwhelmed her with your attack.
“The police will find out that you are an incestuous whore mother who sells her daughter to the Hollywood meat grinder for some money and gets excited about the things that will happen to her here,” you whisper into her face, which is already turning red. She looks at you with big eyes, stupid, submissive. “Yes,” you breathe, squeezing harder as you move over her. “Now you understand. Now you’re thinking about your daughter.” You grin like the devil. “Who will they find for Elle? She is eighteen Elizabeth. She will want me. The man who owns her innocence and who controls her.” You let go of the woman who is writhing on the floor, coughing and choking while you stand over her. “Here’s your choice now, bitch,” you smile as you unbutton your pants. Her eyes automatically fall on your cock. “You fuck the cock that’s going to fuck your daughter afterward and I’ll give you some of the money my little daughter brings I,n or I’ll take all of you, getting your daughter anyways, and put you in jail.”
People need free will. Especially women. And you’re good at selling them the choice they want.
Of her own free will, Elizabeth places her body on the conference table and spreads her legs. And her body also has free will and becomes invitingly wet as you penetrate her.
“Your daughter is better” you grunt as you fuck her so hard her feet lift off the ground. She grunts like a stabbed pig. “Tighter. Wetter. More willing.” Your fingers dig into her ass, grab, and painfully take what they want.
“Yes…” she gasps. “Yes… Yes… Elle…”
“You ungrateful cunt. What about Dakota?” you want to know and press her onto the table so hard that her breasts push the pad and pens off the table.
“Fuck Dakota,” she grunts. “You’re right. Elle is hotter… better… wetter…” Then she actually turns around and looks at you, her face contorted in pain and her eyes wet. “I couldn’t yet… Is she really that good? Does she taste as good as I imagine it?”
“She tastes like any girl,” you shrug. “She’s nothing special. Just three holes that need a daddy. Then you grab a pencil from the table and press it painfully into the flesh of her butt until she squeals like a whore. “Now turn around and take out your udders, you stupid piece of meat.” And Elizabeth Olson Fanning accepts your superiority like a good girl.
“Elle will live with me from now on,” you say as you pound fast and hard into the body beneath you. Her legs hang weakly from the table and her battered breasts jiggle in time with your attacks.
“Yes…” she moans. “Deeper…” You do her a favor and ram into her until your balls slap against her ass.
“You get twenty percent of her revenue from all sources.”
“Fuck… more…” But she means the sex. She doesn’t care about her daughter at all.
“And in return I get your daughter. Forever.”
“Fuck!”
“I decide about her, and you as her mother accept everything I put before you without wanting to accompany me.”
“I’m coming… Fuck I’m coming…”
“Not yet.” You slap her hard and continue fucking her. You too are on the verge of climax, but you want to seal the sale of Elle Fanning with a good nut. “Elle is mine now and if you’re a good girl then… who knows…” You grab her by the neck again, lifting her heavily breathing woman up and forcing her to look at you. She’s so ugly, eyes rolled, just your cock in her, no thoughts or any value. Just a typical woman. “Maybe I’ll send my friend Sydney to you to make sure your brain stays mush.”
“Please…” she begs obnoxiously, trying to keep her eyes on yours. “Please… I need to come… Please let me come…”
“Do you think it’s important to me what you do with your cunt?” The moment you empty yourself into her like a cumrack, she also throws herself off the cliff into the abyss, sprays all over her business skirt and gutturally screams out her surrender.
God, why are women so simple?
“It was a pleasure doing business with you Miss Olsen Fanning” you grin as you leave the room, the panting piece of meat still on the table.
“Mister Stratton?” The girl from before found you. She’s cute to look at but you have another pussy to take care of. “They’re asking about you.”
“On the way sweetheart.” You put your hand on the girl’s butt as she accompanies you to the conference hall.
Writing Shark 