Greed Stories Novels & Stories

Their wet pussies pressed together as they started tribbing hard. Bruno watched as their folds rubbed directly. Their clits ground in hot circles. "Ohhh Mommy," Vivian moaned loud. She rocked her hips faster. "Your pussy feels so good on mine." Her big breasts bounced as she rubbed against Brie. Brie gripped Vivian's ass. She pulled Vivian closer. "Grind on Mommy's clit, you naughty girl. Let me feel how soaked you are." Bruno kept watching as Vivian and Brie pleased each other. His cock strained in his pants.

“Mommy and Tony are going to take such good care of you tonight. No more thinking about right or wrong... just feeling how good it can be.” Within minutes, the last traces of Layla’s resistance had crumbled completely as lust and raw greed took full control. The sight of her mother acting so shamelessly... licking her lips while staring at Tony’s cum-covered cock and calling him Daddy... sent fresh floods of arousal gushing from her cunt.

“Taking my fingers like a greedy little slut right here on the rooftop. Anyone could walk around this corner and see me ruining your tight cunt.” Her dirty words sent a fresh gush of wetness down my thighs. I clenched hard around her fingers, my legs trembling. Lena removed her hand from my mouth and grabbed my throat instead, squeezing just enough to make my eyes roll back. “You like that, don’t you? Being my secret whore.” She leaned in and bit my bottom lip hard. “Say it.” “I… I like it,” I moaned. “I’m your secret whore.” “Good girl.” She dropped to her knees right there in the shadows, yanking my dress up to my waist. In one rough motion she ripped my panties down my legs and shoved the

This series of stories focuses on the most recent adventures I experienced when I decided to explore the world of being a sugar baby. Now most sugar babies are young women looking for some cash and adventure in a world they might otherwise never have the opportunity to experience. For them the sugar daddy is simply a means to an end. But I was fifty-one when I decided to explore this new world. At fifty-one I was still pretty hot. Besides in the lifestyle much younger men and woman, who are interested in older, in shape couples, often approach us. So it was not such a stretch to believe there would be some young sugar daddies seeking much older women.

He points at me as he says that, earning a glare from me. “Greed.” Rome’s eyes narrow into slits. “What kind of name is that?” Greed throws his head back and laughs. “If you are asking that, then you should also ask what kind of name is Sin.” I shoot him a threatening glare. I do that to show him how unfunny his jokes are. However, he does not stop blabbering nonsense. Greed continues. “You think my name is unusual? What kind of name is Rome even? And November too—”

Their eyes were filled with greed as they rushed forward with empty backpacks. Seeing that they had come together as a team, Alexander kindly warned, "Something's not right. It's best not to touch those treasures just yet." The Quigg family members hesitated briefly, but watching Dak's two subordinates greedily collecting treasures, they could not hold back. Alexander shook his head, lamenting their strong desire to court death, which was unstoppable. Everyone was immersed in the joy of their harvest, focused solely on gathering riches. "When I get out, I'm going to buy a car, a house, a yacht, and a plane."

“Not so good.” Valerie recalled her last grading session for this class. “You’ve got about a B+ going, if I recall correctly. That’s nothing to be ashamed about.” “But I want an A. I really need to ace everything.” “Why? Doing your best is a better goal.” “My family has high expectations.” He was probably right. His family was a fairly famous name, known for business acumen — some called it ruthlessness — being filthy rich, and rumored in some circles to dabble in unsavory ventures. What those ventures might be Valerie had no idea. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

Why? Greed. They wanted to win more, to have more, more than they had a minute before, a second before, but this was where they made a mistake. In the race called achieving more, they forget what they had and how precious that thing was. Even if that was the smallest among the biggest kits, those things were valuable, beautiful, and they once made us happy, remarkably happy. Yet we threw them away for wealth. And that was how rapidly greed blinded men when they saw money, and it destroyed them and everything around them.

“And with that type of covering, he would secure more partners. Venture into more businesses and so he would increase his empire.” So this all boiled down to one thing at the end of the day and the number one factor that always drove men to crime: greed. Daniel’s father had left him a legacy, albeit a small one, he had refused to build on it choosing to blackmail me instead into giving him what he had no right to. Years down the line, he’d gotten greedy again and now he had come back from everything.

“Did you have to take a loan on it?” “I can’t imagine you’ve gotten enough to pay for something like this.” His breathing turns shallow. “No?” I press softly. He shakes his head again, more desperately this time. “I didn’t take anything. Why would I,” he argues weakly, “when your father pays me well enough?” Greed. I’ve seen it before. My father. Giuliana. Even Antonio. All of them stepping over the other person to get to what they want. “Being paid well,” I say slowly, “has never stopped anyone from wanting more.”