The Body of Justice

"Hi, James, I'm Veronica." She said, holding out her hand. In a blur, I shook her hand, unconsciously wanting to touch this perfect creature.

"Can I help you James?" she said, taking a step closer to me. I cleared my head as I remembered why I was here.

"You've been making my wife's life a living hell for the last few weeks. I want to know why." I asked, with less venom than I intended.

"Oh, you're married to Michelle. I have to be honest, you're not what I expected." She said.

"You're not what I expected" I said without thinking. She smirked.

"Listen, James. Your wife had this coming to her, and I think you know that. She was speeding, and tried to lie about it. I can't take women like that. I don't know how anyone could stand a woman like that." She said. I was becoming uncomfortable with the situation.

"You have a vendetta against her. You won't let her have her dream house." I said.

"Please, you think I'm gonna sell my home to a dreary little bitch like that wife of yours. No. I don't deal with losers. I'm a winner. And I think you are too." She said seductively, putting her hand on my chest.

"Excuse me?" I said, pushing her arm away.

"How could a man like you, clearly successful, handsome, a winner like me, be dragged down by a cow like her?" she said.

"Fuck you!" I told her, defending my wife's honor.

"But you know I'm right. You burst in here ready to tear me down, but then you saw me. Now you understand. You realize why your wife hates me so much. What the real issue is." She started.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Your wife is jealous of me. She took one look at me and realized I'm the better woman where it counts. She could not accept her inadequacy to me. She met a real woman who won't put up with her shit, and I put her in her place. And now you know that." She said.

"That's not true." I said angrily.

"Yes it is. Your wife got owned by a real woman, and you know that. Once you came in here and saw me, you realize how inadequate she is next to a woman like me. It can't possibly be a turn on to see your dreary little wife being taken apart in the presence of a real woman. To be constantly defeated by a better woman. You couldn't help but lose a little respect for her, right?" she asked.

I backed away. This woman was a sociopath. She was evil. But, was there a little truth to what she was saying? Wasn't there a moment when I had a little bit of disappointment in my wife when I heard what this cop did? A loss of respect when I saw my wife so easily taken down a peg. No, no, of course not. Veronica started to nod as if she could see what I'm thinking. I back away towards the door.

"Listen, none of this matters. I just want the house. This is my wife's dream house. You have no reason not to sell it except for your twisted agenda. If you don't agree, I'll bring my lawyers down on you, and you will regret it." I told her.

"Oh, some fight. A backbone. I can respect that." She said. This woman was crazy. I turned to walk out.

"Wait!" She called out. I stopped and turned to face her. "I'll let you have the house, as long as you agree that she doesn't get to live here." What! What a ridiculous offer!

"That's ridiculous! Why would I agree to that?" I yelled out.

"Because I think you want to crush her dream." She said.

"What the hell are you talking about? You're crazy." I yelled at her.

"I'm not." She said simply. "Listen, you've seen what I've done, how I've crushed her each step of the way, and yet you don't hate me. You're scared of me, but you don't hate me. I think you respect what I'm doing." She said, starting to circle me. "You've heard what I've had to say, yet you're still here. Part of you likes what I've done to her. You understand that I'm her superior. You know what I've done to her was deserved. The fact that I'm crushing her does not bother you."

"What makes you say that?" I said angrily. She faced me, reached out, and grabbed my crotch.

"Because you're rock hard." She said, rubbing up and down my hard nine inches. I pushed her away in shock. I backed into the partially open door, accidently closing it.

"Don't fight it, James. I know what you're feeling. You see my body. You know you can't go back to her after glancing at perfection. How could any man get it up for a woman like her when they've met a clearly superior woman? A woman defeated and embarrassed again and again. You know that it turns you on, what I've done. You realized the first time your wife told you about me that your wife is a loser. No one knowingly shacks up with the loser after meeting the winner. You knew you loved me at that moment, didn't you? You didn't even have to see me to love me, right?" she said, stepping closer to me.

"You're crazy." I said again, reiterating my point.

"So here's my offer again. You move into this house, with me. With a man like you around, I won't have to sell. You move in here and crush her. And she would know how completely she has been destroyed by me when her husband decides to move in with me over her. You choose me over her. After all the bad stuff I did to her, you still choose me over her, because I'm that much better. You know how it much it would turn you on to crush her dream, betray her, and move into her dream house with her hot-bodied nemesis, leaving her with nothing? To be so completely owned by another woman, that's so hot." She said, her nipples rock hard under her top. I was speechless.

"I treat your wife like shit, and it turns you on even more. How do you think she would feel if she came up here and caught you in bed, fucking the shit out of me? Cause that's what's gonna happen! How heartbroken would she be if she knew that the fact that I've made her life hell turns you on? That after explaining all the bad stuff I've done to your wife, it got you so hot that you couldn't control yourself and just had to stick your huge dick into my tight pussy." I swallowed deeply in response to her speech.

"And believe me, my pussy is tight." I believed her. "No doubt much tighter than that worn out piece of shit you are married to. I'm prettier than your wife. I have sexier legs, a hotter ass, and better hair. And then there's the obvious. I've seen what your wife has to offer up here." She said as she pointed at her set of jugs "And compared to these suckers, she's got nothing." she said, clearly turned on by how this was going. "These are 44EE's! What has your wife got, B's?" she asked. I nodded without thinking. "Trust me, once you get your hands on these, there's no going back." I knew what she was saying was the truth. "So here's what's gonna happen." She said walking towards me, forcing me towards her bed. "You're gonna take off your clothes, I'll take off mine, and we'll get down to business. But it won't be easy. It'll be rough. It'll be nasty. I'll wear you out." I could tell just by looking at her that she fucks hard. "Most men can't handle me. But you can. You can keep up with me because you're as nasty as I am. You want it rougher than I do. I can tell. Once we fuck, you'll never go back to another woman, especially not a woman like her. Once we fuck, you'll realize this is where you belong. With me. Fucking me. Day after day, until everything else becomes meaningless to you, except for me. You'll divorce that bitch of a wife of yours, and marry me. You'll give me money and buy me whatever I want. You'll treat me like a princess. I am Officer Veronica Rivera. I'm 28 years old. And I am yours." She backed me up till my legs felt the bed behind my legs and I fell to a sitting position.

"I can't do this. I love my wife." I told her.

"You think you do. You think you know what true love is. But you don't. True love is what's going on right here, right now. With every word I say, you fall more and more in love." With every word she said, I fell more and more under her spell. Being eye level with her massive breasts probably didn't help. She pushed me back so I'm now lying on my back on the bed. She reached down and started undoing my belt buckle. Before I could stop her, she reached in and fished out my rock hard, dripping nine-inch dick.

"Wow. Just wow. You have got a fantastic dick, James." She said with a bright smile. I can't focus as she started to jack me off with perfect strokes. I tried to reach down to push her away, but she brushed them away easily. I groaned out load as she holds me on the edge of a massive orgasm. She pulled her hands off of me as I groaned in disappointment.

"Calm down baby. We've got a long night ahead of us. Let it simmer. It'll feel so much better once you do cum." She said, with a loving, nurturing voice. My dick calmed down as the urge to cum decreased.

"There you go, baby. Just listen to me and let me take care of you." She said. Then, she lowered her head and immediately inhaled my hard dick all the way to the root. She gently rubbed my balls as she did this. Her blowjob felt perfect. Her tongue was working magic. I had never had a blowjob this good. And the sight of her pouty lips around my dick was almost enough to set me off. She went up and down my hard dick with her warm, wet mouth. Her eyes met mine, communicating the pleasure I was feeling. This went on for a few more minutes until the urge to cum rose again, just about to happen, then she pulled away. I tried to reach down to finish myself, but she pushed my hands away. I gave up and fell back again.

"Take off your shirt." She ordered huskily. I immediately complied. She stood up and I was able to take in her perfect body again.

"Moment of truth baby. You have to make your choice, right here right now. Do you want to fuck me?" she asked. I couldn't say no.

"Yes." I said desperately.

"You just need to tell me one thing before this body is all yours. Do you love me?" she asked. I had known her for twenty minutes, and she wanted me to declare my love for her. It was ridiculous, yet something compelled me to tell her what she wanted to hear.

"Yes. I love you." I tell her, not sure if I believed it myself.

"Will you do what I said? Will you divorce your wife and move in with me?" she asked.

"Yes. YES!" I tell her, wanting to tell her whatever she needed to hear to get her to fuck me. She smirked, and then yanked her top over her head. There were her 44EE breasts, pouring out of her black lacy bra. She unbuttoned her jeans and yanked them down. As she did she turned around and exposed her thong-clad ass to my leering eyes. She leaned up and turned back around to face me. Her long shiny, curly brown hair fell poured down to her mid back as she undid her ponytail. She reached back behind her to unclip her bra.

"This is it. Once you see these, there's no going back. You'll be with me. You'll be obsessed, never able to turn me away. Now tell me! Tell me what you want to see!" she commanded.

"Show me your fucking tits!" I yelled out at her. She smiled then dropped the bra. There before me were the best pair of breasts I'd ever seen. They were huge, round, soft looking, and perky. There was little sag. The nipples were hard and pointed, sticking out from her perfect areolas. I was hypnotized by them as she bent over and pulled off her thong. I couldn't help but glance at her perfectly trimmed pussy, with just a small landing strip, just the way I like them. Veronica Rivera stood before me fully nude, hands on her hips. My dick was throbbing. She leaned onto the bed and crawled over me so she now straddled me, her pussy hovering over my hard dick. She reached down and grabbed my dick pointing it at her pussy. She rubbed the head up and down the outside of her pussy.

"Tell me what I want to hear." She looked down at me, commanding me.

"I love you." I tell her, telling her what she wanted, willing her to sit down. With that, she sank down onto my dick. She was so tight. I'd never felt one this tight. It sucked me in as she sat onto it until I was balls deep inside her tight wet pussy. Her tight pussy was massaging my dick as she sat in place. I'd never had a pussy feel this good. She looked down at me, and as I looked up into her eyes, I realized I was having sex with an evil, self-centered bitch. A hot-bodied, big-titted, evil bitch. After all the things she said and did to my wife, and the things she's done to me, I realized I had only one thing to say to her.

"I love you." I said, fully meaning it. She smirked, as if she knew that this time, I meant it. She started bouncing on me, taking my dick all the way in an out. Her massive breasts jiggled above me. I couldn't resist. My hands reached up and cupped them, giving them a healthy squeeze. They were so soft. They poured through my hands as I squeezed and squeezed again. I couldn't get enough. She leaned down and pressed her body against mine and shoved her tongue into my mouth. My hands moved down to her perfect ass and squeezed them as our tongues wrestled against each other, fighting for dominance. She was winning that battle as her tongue felt like it was buried down my throat as we humped at each other. She broke away, leaned up and smiled. She started bouncing harder. I was in for a long night.

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(Michelle)

"Where the hell is he?" I said to myself, deciding to finally go in and see what's going on after waiting for more than thirty minutes. I looked around and saw no signs of life. Then, I hear some creaking from upstairs. Oh, god, I hope she didn't attack my husband. She's a cop, she knows how to fight. I climbed the stairs and looked for the source of the noise. I heard some noises from the room to the right. I opened the door and look in.

There, in the middle of the bed, sat Veronica, facing away from me, nude, covered in sweat as she bounced up and down on my husband's dick, which is buried in her no-doubt tight pussy. Her hands are on his chest, and his are on hers, cupping her massive breasts, which looked absolutely massive, even from behind. As I watched her perfect ass flex, I tried to take in what I was seeing. This didn't make any sense. What I was seeing didn't add up. It was impossible. My husband would never fuck this bitch. He knows I hate her. He knows what she did to me. It's impossible. This has to be some sort of trick. Maybe she drugged him. Then I realized there was a mirror above the headboard of the bed, and Veronica was staring right at me.

"Oh James, you are so good. Tell me again. Tell me!" She moaned.

"I love you. I love you. I fucking love you!" He moaned again. "Your pussy is so fucking tight."

"How about my tits?" she asked.

"They're so big and perfect" he said, pounding her harder. She started moaning louder and louder.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck! FUCK ME I'M CUMMING." She screamed out, bouncing as fast as possible. My husband matched her bounce for bounce. Then he groaned out, like an animal, as he held his dick deep inside her and started cumming. My husband was cumming in this bitch. I could see his balls flexing as he came. Finally, they both relaxed. Veronica sat back up and brushed her hair behind her head.

I was seeing red. I ran towards her, ready to fight for my man. But she was quicker. She leapt off the bed towards me, grabbed my arm, and twisted it behind back. She bent my arm so far back I thought it would break. She moved me across the room, grabbed her belt and pulled her handcuffs out. She sat me down on a chair, grabbed my other arm, and cuffed me to the chair.

"You'll have to do better than that, bitch." She said.

"What did you do to him? Did you drug him or something?" I asked in disbelief.

"Drug him. HA!" she laughed. "No, bitch, all that happened was that he met me. That's all it took. One glance at me, and he was gagging to fuck me."

"You're lying." I told her. She reached her arm out to my husband, who was sitting up on the bed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the bed. He threw her down onto the bed, rolled on top of her, and lowered his once-again hard dick towards her pussy. I'd never seen him recharge this fast. He stabbed his dick into her again. She wrapped her legs around him as they started to fuck again. I had never seen my husband so animalistic. These two were rutting like animals. Afresh sheen of sweat coated them as they fucked each other. My husband leaned his head down and sucked and chewed on her perfect nipples voraciously. What had she done to my husband? I had never seen him like this. Within five minutes, they both came again, together. How could he just do that? Have unprotected sex with some slut he just met, and just cum in her. We rarely have sex without a condom.

Unfortunately, they weren't done yet. My husband had unending stamina, it seemed. Veronica bent over on all fours, facing me, as husband got behind her, and buried his hard dick in her ass. Her ass! Only real sluts let guys fuck them up the ass. It was disgusting. Yet, my husband was loving it. He started pounding her hard. Veronica looked right at me.

"You know, uh, me and your hubby, uh, fuck yes, we made some decisions while you were waiting outside oh so patiently. Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Hubby's gonna be leaving you. He decided he'd much rather be here, living with me, being with me. He wants a divorce, sweetie. He's gonna marry me, we'll live in your dream house, and have lots of beautiful babies. While you'll be sitting in your tiny house all alone, your husband will be fucking your enemy day and night in your dream house while you wonder why. Isn't that right, honey?" she said.

"Is it true, James?" I said, tears in my eyes. I looked up into the face of the man I love, but who I now didn't recognize.

"Yes. I don't love you anymore, Michelle. I only love her." He said. "Oh Fuck!" He screamed

"Oh, fuck yes!" Veronica screamed, "I'm cumming too." They came together, my husband cumming in the ass of this bitch who's ruined my life. She was an absolute cunt, a whore, a terrible person. And what does my husband do? He fucks the shit out of her and falls in love with her. My husband fell back, exhausted. Veronica was catching her breath, staring at me, showing off her perfect body in front of me. I looked over at my husband, his cock resting lazily on his leg as he passed out, worn out from fucking this whore. Veronica started putting her clothes back on.

"Well, that was fun." She said, walking over behind me. She disconnected me from the chair, but recuffed my hands together.

"What are you doing?" I asked, numb with anger.

"I'm taking you down to the station. You assaulted a police officer honey." She told me.

"You bitch, you fucking bitch. You won't get away with this!" I yelled out angrily.

"Yeah I will. Because I'm a winner, and you're some loser who can't hold on to her man." She said. I thrashed and screamed, but she was stronger than me. I looked at my beautiful husband, passed out on the bed.

"Don't worry. He's not going anywhere." She told me. I walked out defeated as she led me to her cruiser.

**********

I've been in jail for seven months. Apparently, the courts don't like it when some "crazy woman" tries to attack a hero cop out of "jealousy". They threw the book at me. That, on top of the fact that they found drugs at my home, which Veronica no doubt planted, added up to me getting an eight month sentence in jail. Just being stuck here drove me nuts. No word from my now ex-husband. No doubt he shacked up with that slut.

Upon my release, no one wanted to talk to me. All my friends wanted nothing to do with me. I was kicked out of school. I tried to go to my house, but it was empty, with a for-sale sign in front. I had no idea where my stuff was. I had nothing. I had my driver's license, at least, but little else. I checked my bank accounts, but they were pretty much empty. I was able to get some money out and check into a cheap hotel room. I was there for two days when I received a large package from FedEx. I opened, curious to find out what was inside.