Black Widow

Alice had no need for her brother's money, having become not just a black widow, but a very successful true black widow. Already 7 husbands had died under mysterious circumstances - or at least, mysterious to everyone else. All of them had left her with a hefty sum of money, and she had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

Sure, her first husband's **** had gone so far down the examination that sufficient evidence was found for a trial on ****. But Alice found that simply by wearing the right outfit to court - a low-cut dress with a slit up the side to show off her legs - the judge, the DA, even the jurors - male or female - could be easily reduced to lustful simpletons and convinced to take her side. She knew she could have any man she wanted and she wasn't going to let a little thing like a **** trial stand in her way. The jury was easily swayed by her charms and she was acquitted of all charges. Even the man's own son, who got half his money, quickly wound up proposing and becoming victim number two. Alice knew how to play the game. She knew how to use her body to get what she wanted. And she always got what she wanted.

With each husband Alice learned. A quick visit to the medical examiner after her third husband's **** got it ruled an accidental overdose. And with her fourth husband she discovered that even a healthy man could be fucked to **** by a woman of sufficient skill, stamina and appetite. And she was very much that. Husband number seven didn't even make it to the bedroom on the wedding night. Her touch was electric, her eyes full of lust and hunger. She teased and tantalized him until he was a quivering mess, begging for her to take him. When she began to strip for him, he was so overwhelmed with lust and desire that his heart simply couldn't take it. He died with a smile on his face, and Alice moved on to her next victim.

Alice never had to look for a mark. Rich, eligible suitors were pretty much lined up waiting for her, and she simply had to choose from those who had already offered to walk straight into her web. She was a beautiful widow, and these men were more than happy to offer themselves up as her next husband. The thought of being able to control all of these wealthy men was enough to make her giddy with excitement. She was like a spider spinning her web, and these men were the flies that she would trap and devour.