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Married To A Slut

bycantbuymy©

"It is my fucking money" the woman was screaming. "You can't give that whore my money!"

The crazy screaming woman was being restrained by two uniformed and armed men. Despite all of this disruption everyone was smiling.

There was a second woman that everyone was smiling at. She had a baby that was cute as hell. But I don't think that is what they were smiling at. What had them smiling was the absolute best set of milk dripping tits that you can imagine. Of course you did not have to imagine anything, they sat right there for everyone to see, well one of them was there to see, the other one was blocked with the baby, he had latched onto that big black nipple and was as greedy a man, well man child, as you can ever find. His other little hand had managed to pull the covering off of the other one, which was the cause of the smiling.

Normally a woman would have to hold such a huge baby, well not all that huge, about ten or eleven months, but she did not have to hold too much. She had a built in shelf that the baby was resting on. Well not that the shelf minded, but any day now the shelf would get pissed when her big brother tried to sit on her, but for now she was happy and content floating around in a bag of warm water, running at 98.6 degrees.

This scene started almost twenty years ago. Actually part of it started over one hundred and twenty years ago, maybe two hundred years ago, but who is counting.

My name is Franklin Smith, but it is pronounced Smyth. It is stupid but that is the way it has been since a long dead relative got money, went to what was then called England, or the British Empire, or what the fuck ever they called it, and decided that pronouncing it like Smyth was the way to go.

Since the loony had all the fucking money we became Smyth but spelled Smith. It sure plays hell with hotels and everything else. You have no idea how hard it is for a child to tell an adult teacher it is spelled Smith but pronounced Smyth.

Well on his fucking death bed he set up this huge trust. He lived well into his eighties and made an outrageous amount of money. Sliver, gold, something called copra, and diamonds. The diamonds came from South Africa or there about, as he had some dealings with de Beers. He was probably was a fucking thief too, but who knows. He died about one hundred and twenty years ago.

So the trust was solid, as it did not violate the rule against perpetuities. For those of you who did not go to law school, and a good number of you that did, the rule states, that a trust "must vest, if at all, within twenty one years of lives in being." You have no idea how many times that gets fucked up buy people who have a Juris Doctor degree. Hell, sometimes they already vested and some lawyer fucks things up and tells the beneficiary to do something they don't have to do; or not do something they should have done, and the money is gone and the trust is lost. Now that is one taxable event. The money does not go away, but the protection afforded by the trust comes to a real fast end and it is all taxable.

You also have to think like a crazy person to get the full flavor of all this shit. The man spoke like he was reading the bible. "Fruit of their loins" was one of his more common phrases. The man had a fruit fetish if ever there was one. He was always writing things and that ended up in just about everything he wrote, at one time or another. The man could work "fruit of their loins" into any subject. Maybe it was his Victorian way of saying fuck, but it sure as hell did not mean fuck, it means exactly what it says.

He wanted to make sure the trust lived on; they were worried about taxes even before the Feds became omnipotent. Back then it was the state government that taxed the shit out of you instead of both, like it is now.

The money would not actually be lost, it would just go to someone else.

Under the laws of the great [cough] State of California, I am an emancipated youth. That means I am an adult for all things, except buying cigarettes, or alcohol, or voting, or well you get the point. I can have sex with a spouse, ok not anyone spouse – just my own, and I can get married without adult permission. Well I have to have permission of the adult I am going to marry. I can also own a car and have property in my own name. It is what Howard Hughes did in Texas when he inherited the family business. Oh yes, and it bears repeating, I can get married without permission, and that is the problem.

I had been reading and I came across this:

California Family Code: 7120. (a) A minor may petition the superior court of the county in which the minor resides or is temporarily domiciled for a declaration of emancipation.

(b) The petition shall set forth with specificity all of the following facts:

(1) The minor is at least 14 years of age.

(2) The minor willingly lives separate and apart from the minor's parents or guardian with the consent or acquiescence of the minor's parents or guardian.

(3) The minor is managing his or her own financial affairs. As evidence of this, the minor shall complete and attach a declaration of income and expenses as provided in Judicial Council form FL-150.

(4) The source of the minor's income is not derived from any activity declared to be a crime by the laws of this state or the laws of the United States.

Over fourteen, check. Lives apart from parents or guardian, you fucking bet. Managing my own affairs, damn fucking right I am! Source of income legal, "fucking A" it is. It is from an old crazy dead relative, the first rich Smyth, oups Smith that got me the bucks. Notice that "old" money is always legal. Hell, Kennedy made his big bucks running alcohol during prohibition, but now it is old lawful money.

There should have been a clause in the damn code that says, "And can prove he is not a total fucking idiot," because I would have failed that one, and not did what I did.

I went to court, had myself declared emancipated and started running my own life. I had my own apartment and a car, which I could not drive, but someone else could. I did not have to go to school, but I could not actually party.

So now I have all this damn money and I head for Vegas. At least I can buy a plane ticket and use a credit card. I can do it all. Not exactly! I can't drink, gamble, or buy cigarettes or even have sex. I can't drive, or go into strip clubs. Actually I can't do all those things legally. Hey, I can play video games in the hotel! Wow, now that is a reason to go to Vegas.

So here I am in Vegas, waking up with one hell of a hangover, sorry headache, and there is this blond sucking on my cock and I can see she has a pussy full of cum and about that time she also has a mouth full of cum, which she swallows like it is honey.

"Oh baby, you are one fuck of a lover. My pussy hurts from what you did to me last night. Shit I am still leaking." She says to me. "I intend to wake my new husband up this way for the rest of my life," she finishes.

"What the fuck?" I am thinking. Then I am not thinking anymore because she has my cock back in her mouth giving me another blow job and even after the pounding I gave her last night, I manage to give her another load.

"What a man I married." She says to me.

Each time I try to get information she sucks me off again and I manage to cum five times before I just can't do it again and I fall back to sleep.

"Oh what I just wasted in my youth." I now think all these years later.

When I wake up again I am alone and next to me is a note that she had gone out to get me something I would like, and next to that was the marriage license, showing that Elvis, I thought he was dead, had married us a few days before. There was even a little DVD of the event. I don't remember a fucking thing from the time I checked in and had a drink or two from the mini bar.

I have managed to take a shower and she shows up an hour or two later and looks like hell. "Baby it is so fucking hot out there, I feel like I have been in a steam bath. Let me take a shower and take care of you." She adds. She strips off and there are bite marks all over her and she is still leaking cum from her ass and pussy.

"See what you did to me baby. Damn and you still had more for me after this morning. I can't believe you could cum that much. You are the man; MY man, and don't forget it!" She fawned.

She came out of the shower and gave me another blow job and we got ready to go out to dinner and do some dancing. There was a problem with that and it was I did not know how to dance, but plenty of men would dance with her, I sat drinking seven up. She did spend a lot of time going to the bathroom though. Hell she must have had the smallest bladder in the world. But she was good to me and even bought a drink and slipped it over to me. After a few of them I got a bit drunk and woke up in our bed getting another blow job.

I must have been one hell of a good fuck but for the life of me I was always so drunk I don't even remember them. But every day she told me I fucked her so hard she was sore as hell.

So we spent a week in Vegas, going out, and fucking. Not really sure about the fucking though, I don't really remember it I was so drunk. Then we flew off to Jamaica. Clothing optional beaches, no problems with drinking, and lots of blow jobs means I was having a good time. She told me I was fucking her raw but was always willing to "cuck me off" she said. I never heard that saying before but if it means blow jobs I am ready for it.

There was lots of dancing, which I did not do. There were lots of parties where Lola was the center of attention. It was as if there were only two white people there and Lola was the second one. She was really in demand when it came to dancing because she appeared to be the only female at these parties. But everyone was so friendly and they were always giving me something called Ganja, which kept me in the kitchen munching and Lola dancing. There were times that I could not find her for hours but she always was there with me when I woke up at the hotel. She loved me like crazy and told me how I banged her pussy for hours and I know it is true because it was always red and swollen and dripping cum.

Just before we were leaving she came out of the bathroom screaming and jumping up and down. "Oh honey you did it, you got me pregnant! What a man I have!" she yelled as she held up the positive home pregnancy test.

Well I was puffed out like a - - what ever puffs out - - I just don't want to write "proud as a peacock" or "puffed up like a 'turkey' or "bee sting," or what ever the fuck it is that gets puffy other than a pussy. No, I don't want to be puffy as a pussy either.

So now I called my attorney and told him I needed to talk about the trust and the proof needed to vest completely.

Now if I had gotten an annulment before I left Vegas I would have been ok. If I had not been emancipated then the marriage would have been void. But now she was pregnant I was stuck but I was not smart enough to see it.

One condition for vesting was that I had to get married before I was thirty. Check, married before thirty.

Another condition was my wife had to be pregnant within a year. Check, pregnant within a year.

The next one was a little strange in its wording. Basically it said that I had to stay married until "a child shall come as the fruit of their loins, as a result of a common bond of love."

But divorce was possible and the nut job wrote:

That should there be a divorce completed before the above referred to event the following applied:

1. If said divorce was commenced by the beneficiary of this trust;

2. Then the beneficial interest of the trust shall pass to the spouse of the beneficiary of the trust who did not commence the divorce proceedings.

The non beneficiary would be able to file for divorce whenever they wanted without penalty, except not being married to the guy with the money.

In other words I was stuck until there was a child that was the common fruit of our loins, or I would lose everything and she would get everything. Now at first this did not bother me as I knew we would be together forever.

Ok he was a nut case but what the hell, he was a rich nut case and I was more than happy to take the damn money.

So I am happy and I get to play daddy. I read all the books on pregnancy while I am going to school. Yes, I was going to school. Hey, I graduated from Junior High School! I did not have to work but I realized that I needed an education. Lola said I needed to get out of the house and school was a good way to do that. She even suggested that I take night classes. I was constantly in school. Lola told me she would find a way to entertain herself but my education was paramount. I had to look up what "paramount" meant. It was later I realized that Lola had no fucking clue what it meant, but she read the word from the paper she was given.

Lola stayed at home and prepared to grace the world as a mother of my baby. I bought a home where she wanted. I got her a Mercedes, red with a drop top. I gave her credit cards and she took about three hundred dollars a day for expenses via the ATM card. When I say I am rich I am fucking rich.

Well I had to rub her feet and oil her down. There were constant massages to her back. The sex went down to nothing, not even a "cuck job," as she called them, but Lola always looked like she had been fucking. "Don't worry baby I will still 'cuck' you" she told me. I just did not understand it. I was young, what the fuck did I know about life? Lola admitted to being twenty eight but that was a lie too. But I was going to be a father so I figured that this is what happens to pregnant women. I just took matters into my own hand, usually the right but sometimes the left and later both.

There was nothing that I would not do for Lola. I even went to Lamaze classes because Lola said I had too. I always thought it was strange that she sent me to Lamaze classes at night by myself. Lola did not want natural child birth and she did not even want me in the room when the baby was born. But since I was paying the bills I got into the room.

I took the child from her body, almost kicking the doctor to get him out of the way once she was free of her mother. I cut the cord like fathers are supposed to do to become "one" with the mother and child in the birth process. Then I made a big fucking mistake, I looked into her eyes, yes we knew it was a "her," and we bonded immediately. In nature they call it "imprinting." A zebra will do it so that the first stripes the foal will see are those of the mother and no other zebra look the same to them. Ducks, geese, even chickens do it. That it the way of nature and it even affects humans that way. I had never seen a newborn so I did not know what to expect, except I did see those movies in Lamaze, which totally freaked me out. They are all nasty and bloody and they have a funny shape to their head and all that shit. But there is just something about it that makes it wonderful.

I heard the nurses gasp as she was being born. I thought it was probably because she was so beautiful; damn was I wrong. I had taken classes and knew what to do so I began to clean her off. I got her clean and all the time she just kept looking at me and I was looking at her. I was making little noises, cooing and little clicking noises with my tongue against the roof of my mouth. I have no idea why, something about those birthing classes telling you to bond. I even breathed on her so she would smell my scent. They say a baby can't see at first but I am sure that she looked right at me and actually saw me. I only saw her eyes, those deep dark slightly almond shaped eyes, and they looked right into my heart, grabbed it and said "MINE!" Ok she could not actually talk but I heard it loud and clear. The transformation was complete before I knew it, she owned me. As a matter of fact I did not actually know it then, it would be later I would figure that one out.

Then I saw something else, something that did not seem right. I had been so happy to have a daughter. Well I was happy until she was born and I took a good look at her. My anger rose up. She was BLACK! I am not black and my wife is not black. Well you don't need to be a fucking rocket scientist to figure that one out. Hell you don't even need DNA but I demanded one anyway.

I gently gave the baby to a nurse, it was not her fault her mother was a cheating slut. "You fucking whore" I yelled at Lola, but even in her state the cunt just smiled at me. I went for her but the doctors and nurses stopped me from killing her.

I told the hospital that if they put me down as the father of the bastard that I would sue the hell out of them so they refused to list me as the father. While there might be a problem if the baby had been white but a black baby and a white husband and a white wife was a no brainer.

The father was listed as unknown. That was true because Lola had fucked so many black guys she had no idea who got to her. I don't know how she prevented it but she did not even have an STD at the time. Later I found out she got them all the time so it was a good thing I did not actually fuck her.

And while she was in the hospital the bitch had her tubes tied so there would be no more children and no chance of getting a divorce. That one I did not figure out myself, the lawyers told me. Since I could only divorce once there was a child which was "the fruit of our loins," and now her loins did not work, and there was never going to be any "fruit" from them, a divorce was never to be.

Whoever wrote that damn trust did not include that the fucking child born from that first pregnancy had to be the fruit of my loins. The one time the asshole did not use the fucking phrase!

I was fucking stuck. My faithful wife told me that she liked her men like she liked her Starbucks coffee. She wanted them Grande, Hot and BLACK! She made sure I was drugged with sleeping pills and then had her black fuck buddies do her and in the morning she sucked off my "pathetic little worm" and lied to me. I had never fucked her at all. She told me that know I know first hand what a "cuck" job is; she said it with a wicked laugh. That also means I was still a virgin. Unfortunately I was a married virgin and it was not even legal for me to fuck anyone other than my wife who was fucking anything black. Since I am not black she was not fucking me. She did not even blow me anymore. And yes I did figure out what a cuck job was and it had nothing to do with me getting my cock sucked. It had more to do with me getting my balls cut off.

Well there were a few things I could do and I did them. The first thing was to go on line and close all joint accounts and all joint credit cards. Ok that was the second thing I did. The first was to take a digital recorder into the room with me when she confessed to me about what she did. Now back to the money. If she wanted something I would have to buy it for her, she now had no money. Being married to a rich man does not make you rich. If I did not want her to have it she did not fucking get it. She also had no car and no jewelry either. They were sold before she got home from the hospital. Another thing I did was wire the house for sound and video. I did not change her phone plan because I wanted to know who called her and who she called.

But the hospital stay was extended because of getting an additional procedure or two, including a tummy tuck and breast implants, but I was not dissuaded from what I had to do. Less than two hours after my "talk" with the whore I was back. The baby was in the nursery and I just walked in and took her. She was fussing but the minute I put her in my arms she quieted down. A young but very large black nurse came in and saw me holding the baby.

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