Dividing of the assets

Dividing of the assets Dividing of the assets

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Lola and Harry are divorcing and spending their days in negotiations of their assets. Things take an unexpected turn for the mortal enemies

Summary

Lola and Harry are divorcing and spending their days in negotiations of their assets. Things take an unexpected turn for the mortal enemies

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Submitted: April 12, 2016

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Submitted: April 12, 2016

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"Absolutely not! I'll burn the fucking place to the ground before I let your whore move in there!!" Lola shrieked across the table at her husband. Her eyes were wide with a ferocity that had both of their solicitors on pins, but Harry never faltered. He practically grew up with Lola and even though she was trouble, he ignored what he now knows was sound advice and married the girl anyway. Gave her the name Brody which is money in the bank in these parts. A tough, respected family and royalty to these streets. Harry being the main player of course. Only now she wants out and she's out to rape him of every penny while she's at it.

Lola watched him shake his head and for a brief second she thought about smashing her glass in his face. He cheated. He ruined them and he broke her completely. Now he expects her to get out so he can move onto the next. Only he didn't actually wait to move on fully. He's taken on all sorts of strange behind her back and the bastard got cocky with it.

It was four in the morning when she woke up to the phone call. She'd picked up drearily and tears filled her eyes instantly at the sound of him fucking someone else. She had wanted to believe it was a mistake, but then he said her name. It sickened her. Even the girl he was shafting sounded a bit put out, but never had the decency to stop though. Lola hung up then but could still hear them long after she'd put the phone down. She'll never forget the sound. Nor will she forget the image as she looked out the window to see him shagging his whore on his car bonnet. A show just for her. Phone still in hand and a big smug smile on his face.

She shook her head to rid herself of the image as her once stoic husband decided to look interested for once as he spouts on about her own lover.

"Well if you think I'm letting the freeloading little bastard you're fucking have it all then you're mad woman! I might not know who he is but I know what he ain't getting and that's for damn sure! Just admit your seeing someone..." He snarled and swept his water off the table.

Jonathan Saunders shook his head feeling mortified to have to sit through this again. He watched his client calm himself as his face goes from scarlet back to grey. He looks sick again. Jonathan just can't understand if it's for the loss of his marriage or his earnings. He decided on the latter as Lola has managed to take the business as well as the kids. Harry handed his club over without batting an eye lid which made Jonathan smile. He put his arm on the man's shoulder and gestured outside for a breather. Another break from the messiest divorce he's ever encountered.

Lola sat and watched her brief follow everyone out leaving her alone in the room. She hates this place. It has a certain odour of furniture polish mixed with coffee. The big table and chairs have no doubt been the setting of many wars, but she doubts none as messy as this one. She stood up and walked around feeling a little unsure of what to do with herself. She is drained from this.

Harry entered again and closed the door behind him. He stood looking almost ready to attack her. He was breathing heavily with his hands balled into fists but it was his eyes that drew her in. An intense need lit up the blue and it called to her. They stood in a stand off. Eyes locked, bodies tensed and each waiting for the other to make their move.

"You stupid bitch I hate you!" He whinged as he stepped forward in a pounce and grabbed her. She threw her arms around him as their lips locked. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and let it sweep over his own. He lifted her up and pushed up against a book case behind them making a lot fall to the floor. He hitched up her skirt revealing sheer stockings with suspenders that almost made his cock tear through his trousers. He ran his hand over her lacy panties and the wetness made him groan. She's always ready his Lola.

"Give me my house Harry..." She demanded as she sucked in his bottom lip before biting down on it hard. He pulled away with a hiss but the smile was there. That cheeky smile she used to love. She pushed off the bookcase and they landed on the table with Harry still holding her. He gripped both hands over her arse. Grasping each cheek in his hands making her peach spread as her cunt begged for a hammering.

"You've already got the business, you scheming slut. I've got a better use for this greedy mouth of yours..." He grinned and turned around as he threw her down on the table. The grin grew wider as his whore of a wife span around like the obedient dog she is and spread herself wide open letting her head hang off the edge of the wood. He undid his fly and unleashed his fat cock letting her feast on it like a hungry animal. That's all she ever has been, a greedy bitch. She sucked his balls and licked up the shaft before he full on pushed his member inside that gob inch by inch. She gagged which was satisfying for all sorts of reasons. He pushed past that luscious pout that has done nothing but hurl abuse at him for weeks and he fucked her mouth stupid.

Lola enjoyed every second as his solid inches filled her mouth. She lives for sucking cock and she's great at it. She moaned as she felt his hands grope her silk covered breasts as her hard nipples ached for a tweaking, but it was the wandering down towards the honey soaked lace that had her moaning. He tore her panties away easily. He always does. He then made groaning noises that she knew were mostly from her expert mouth, but he would no doubt be sucking the black lace clean. He loves the taste of her. He always said it was like liquid heaven on his tongue.

She began to thrash a little on the table wanting her own tongue lashing. He didn't disappoint and he licked out every crevice. He sucked her bud swollen making her gush instantly before he licked along the crease. She moaned loudly as he reached her puckered peach hole and stuck in the tip of his tongue as his fingers frigged her clit rapidly.

"You ain't getting the house Lolaaaaaah!" He screamed as her fingers found his arsehole. He started to shake as she found the happy spot. The bitch always loved humiliating him like this, but it feels too good to stop. He thrust into her mouth as her curved fingers pushed that magic button over and over again. He can feel his eyes rolling as her mouth keeps pumping his cock for the white stuff she loves. He was determined to beat her though, to best her one more time and he slipped his fingers inside her. The squelching was an amazing sound as he finger fucked her to oblivion. He had to taste again as he sucked her clean.

Lola was lost in a haze so intense that she thought she might never come back down. No one can make her cum like he can. She wanted to feel him inside her again, wanted it badly, but he seems too far gone himself with both of their mouthfuls and her fingers pressing the buzzer to male heaven.

She bucked her hips upwards in desperate need as his greedy mouth consumed her. He moaned along with her before finally doing something right for once. He pulled out of her and moved her clumsily so she was bent over the table. He pulled on her hair roughly before shoving himself inside her. It was earth moving as he pummelled her own sweet spot. One hand gripped on her hip as the other stayed clamped in her hair. The sound of wet sex filled the room as he ploughed into her again and again. Ducking her senseless one more time. She reached down and started to strum her bud which pushed her over the edge and her clenched pussy milked him for his last worth. A fitting end she thought.

He pulled out and tidied himself up as she did. She turned to see him smiling like the man whore he is. He loves a good session as does she and their romps are legendary with the neighbours, but it's all gone now. Thinking of her neighbours brought on the water works. "How many women have you taken like that with that ring on? That little golden promise you made to me. I told you I've never cheated Harry. I loved you and would have given you everything. I did try. Please don't take my home. It's the one place that the kids feel safe..."

"You fucking expect me to walk away with nothing? You only got the club cos of those documents you pulled out of your arse. Even I was impressed by that. Hand over your life's work Harry or spend the rest in Nick. True colours indeed you scheming cow!" He snapped and tried not to be affected by her tears but the sorrow in his heart and the mention of his children weakened him. He sighed deeply and knew he was beaten. "I'll give you the house and all. I must be fucking mad!"

"Whatever Harry! Your little tarts worth a few bob. I know that much. I'm the only bird you've never shagged for money!" She chuckled despite her situation. When he laughed and agreed she felt sick as she saw him then. Saw him for the callous prick he is and it was sobering to say the least. He could have been a great man, but his greed for money and strange ruined him.

They were interrupted by everyone coming back and they returned to their seats. The books were still on the floor but given the apocalyptic fallout earlier, they gathered it would seem normal.

An hour later it was done. Ten years of marriage down the toilet but Lola left with more to show for it than Harry. He walked out towards his car with his hands in his pockets and slumped shoulders. He opened the door and stopped mid way as his eyes played tricks on him. "No! Surely not?" He snapped as he stared open mouthed in disbelief.

"Afraid so Harry. Jonathan here played a blinder getting me the proof I needed of your dodgy dealings and now if you'll excuse us, we're going home..."

Harry stood as her words penetrated. He was still frozen to the spot as they raced away in the prick's BMW. The brief that conned him, the wife that robbed him of everything and worst of all witnessing their victory kiss as Harry finally got the proof he needed that she was messing around. He just didn't know that it was the cunt advising him that was doing it.

"Well played Lola, well played..." He smirked smugly. He has to admit it. She was an excellent Brody.


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