The name is Christopher Jamal Henderson. I’m a tall, good-looking black man who has a dream job. On the Adult Entertainment Network, I’m the host of the first adult-themed Reality TV Series. The adventures of a ruthless and seductive con artist who cons unsuspecting and gullible women into giving up the goods. It’s one of the most-watched television shows on the Adult Entertainment Network. And I’m its star, creator and all-around co-owner.
Today, I play the part of Dirk Benson, an agent of the Internal Revenue Service. He drives around in a government-issue vehicle and has a government-issue badge. He even wears a government-issue black suit and sunglasses and speaks in that clipped, business-like tone used by government agents in every movie since the 1950s. He’s the Government Man to a T. And that’s all part of the deception, folks. You see, most people are stupid, existing only to be taken advantage of. That’s why I do what I do. To weed out the weak and uphold the strong, which is the group I am affiliated with.
With that being said, I drove to the town of Milton, accompanied by my camera crewmen. Posing as disgruntled ex-IRS agent who was offering his services online to wealthy people who wanted some tax breaks, I lured an unsuspecting rich divorcee into my web of deception. The divorcee in question was Jennifer Tony. She was a gold-digging former model who married wealthy State Street executive Andy Tony a few years ago. Recently, she divorced him and took half of what he was worth. Can you believe that in this day and age some men are suckers enough to marry a woman without a prenuptial agreement? I know. Yes, this kind of man still exists in today’s world, believe it or not. Anyway, Jennifer Tony got a pretty hefty divorce settlement. She won Andy Tony’s Milton mansion, along with an addition million dollars. She declined to make that known to the IRS. Which is why she came under my radar. Like any good Hunter, I learned all I could about my prey.
Jennifer Tony is one of those chicks who think they’re slick. She successfully conned an old con, Mr. Adam Wicker, her divorce attorney. Adam Wicker had the misfortune of being strongly attracted to Jennifer Tony. Like any good sociopath, she took advantage of that. For those of you who don’t know, a sociopath is a human parasite. A person born with the ability to do anything at all without feeling guilty. Most scientists think sociopaths are rare. Psychologists canlı bahis think people with antisocial personality disorder are a very small percentage of the human population. Unfortunately, they’re both wrong. Sociopaths are frighteningly common. Especially in America. There’s nothing to cull their numbers. So, they multiply and prosper. Fortunately, I know they’re out there. And I know how to guard against them.
I showed up at Jennifer Tony’s mansion in the city of Milton. She opened the door and greeted me. Jennifer Tony was a tall, big-breasted woman who looked like a model who had recently let herself go. She stood around five feet nine inches tall, a bit curvy, with long brown hair, alabaster skin and pale green eyes. I noticed that she had a few extra pounds, but I didn’t really mind. Especially since those few extra pounds seemed to have gone directly to her ass. I like females with big asses. Jennifer Tony ushered me into her residence and showed me around. I moved my gaze from Jennifer Tony’s big ass to my surroundings. The mansion was definitely worthy of the name. It was a well-decorated and beautiful place. Hell, the mansion even smelled expensive.
Jennifer Tony gave me a tour of the place, then we went to her living room to have a meeting. True to the illusion which I was selling, I had a briefcase full of documents with me. What you would consider the tools of the trade. A good conman must always be careful not to underestimate the intelligence of his pawns, or overestimate his own talent, intelligence and luck. Also, you must always prepare for the inevitable. Which is why, two days prior to our ever meeting, Miss Jennifer Tony had a surprise visit from some exterminators. Apparently, some of her neighbors complained about having a termite problem and a benevolent company stopped by the various houses in the neighborhood and checked to see if the bugs were spreading.
What she didn’t know when she let the technicians from the company into her home is that they weren’t there to remove bugs, but rather than to plant them. I’m talking about electronic bugs, smart one. The crew installed various cameras in Miss Jennifer Tony’s bedroom, her bathroom and in her living room. We had been monitoring every move she made for the past forty eight hours, and she didn’t even know it. Ah, the wonders of technology. I think that someday, every move someone makes will be recorded in some top-secret bahis siteleri government file somewhere. Stashed away until the Powers That Be decide to make an example out of somebody who has made a nuisance out of himself or herself. Such is the way things seem to be heading, thanks to the incredibly accurate surveillance technologies being developed in high-tech laboratories around the world. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, kind folks. Anyhow, back to the story.
Here I was, sitting across Jennifer Tony in her sumptuous living room. She was all eager as I told her my diabolically clever plans for conning the Internal Revenue Service and saving her tons of money. She was all smiles. I couldn’t believe how easy it was to fool her. Actually, there is something which I must tell you. Every man and woman living on the planet Earth today has run into several sociopaths over the course of their lifetime. The thing about sociopaths is that while they’re supreme predators who can see right through people and manipulate them easily, they’re overconfident. That’s their only weakness, as far as I can tell. Like any good sociopath, Jennifer Tony decided to make me a pawn in her game. I could see the wheels of her treacherous mind turning. She was going to use my services, cheat the IRS out of a load of money and then ditch me. That’s why she laid the charm on so thick and kept accidentally bumping her knee against mine and removing imaginary lint from my pants, especially near the groin area. Did this bitch think I was born yesterday?
I spent time laying the trap. Now it was time to spring it. I dropped the ball on Jennifer Tony. I told her that this was a sting operation conducted by the IRS to catch fraudulent millionaires, the worst of all offenders. You should have seen the look on her face. I didn’t think Jennifer Tony could turn any whiter but she did. She started to gasp, then she began to whine and beg me not to take her pretty things and haul her fat white ass to jail. As if on cue, my crewmen came, along with a (fake) uniformed police officer. At the sight of the cop, Jennifer Tony began to cry. She grabbed my shirt and begged me not to take her away. The crewmen began to laugh and one of them joked that rich women were the worst offenders and the most whiny ones. I looked at Jennifer Tony and faked a look of sympathy. Then, I told my crew to give us a minute. I wanted to talk to her alone. They hesitated, just long bahis şirketleri enough to make it look real, then did as I said.
Jennifer Tony and I went into another room in the house. There, she made her plea to me. She begged me not to destroy her life. I gave her a stern look and told her that I was a government agent, just doing my job. I grabbed her arm and told her I had to bring her. She pulled away from me, then touched me gently, winking while asking me if there was something she could do to alleviate her sentence. I looked at her and asked what she had in mind. She said she’d do anything I wanted. I looked at her lustfully. And you can guess what happened next.
I unzipped my pants and out came my nine-inch, uncircumcised black dick. Jennifer Tony’s eyes widened when she saw it. I ordered her to get down and show my dick some love. Jennifer got on her knees and took my dick in her mouth. She sucked my cock and balls. I smiled. This bitch was so damn gullible. Of course, I didn’t tell her that. I think you can guess why this might be the worst possible moment to make such a statement. I relaxed and enjoyed myself as Jennifer Tony sucked my cock and balls. When I came, she drank my cum. Afterwards, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and asked me if I liked it. I told her I wanted more. She hesitated. I told her what I wanted. Sighing, she got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks. Ready or not, here I come!
I looked at Jennifer as she surrendered herself to me. Grinning, I pressed my cock against her backdoor and pushed it inside. With a swift thrust, I went in. Jennifer wailed as I slammed my cock into her asshole. I didn’t relent. Mercilessly I drilled my cock into her asshole. I fucked her like the bitch she was. A lousy cunt who used her sex appeal to destroy the lives of men. I fucked her ass like anal sex was going out of style, delighting in her screams of pain. Until I came, flooding her asshole with my cum. Then I pulled out. Whimpering and humiliated, she got up. Then she asked me if I would drop charges and tell my fellow agents that it was all a misunderstanding. I laughed and told her the truth. Smile, bitch! You’re on camera!
Jennifer’s scream of rage and frustration could be heard a mile away. She came after me, all tooth and claw. I laughed and dodged her blows, then my crewmen and I got out of there pronto. We had the footage of the entire thing on camera, and went back to the studio for some editing. A few days later, it aired on the Adult Entertainment Network. Poor Jennifer. She thought she was so smart. Her humiliation would be endless and my fun was just beginning. Man, I love my job!