It was a normal Saturday afternoon. My husband was in his study and I was doing laundry. I was in my usual weekend run-around clothes, so I was wearing a loose tank top, no bra, and running shorts. I’m a curvy woman, with 37EE tits, a medium waist, and a shapely butt. So when I run around the house on weekends, my boobs bounce and jiggle as I move through the house doing housework, cooking, etc. Today was no different.
Around noon, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, there were two very rough looking men there. One was medium height, and seemed to have the presence of a “man in charge”; the other was a bigger, stoic man, who appeared to be a protector of some sort. I got the immediate impression that he was the shorter man’s “muscle”. Well, as you’re about the find out, my instincts turned out to be right.
The ‘boss’ said he wanted to speak with my husband, so I turned to the back of the house and called to him, “Bob, there’s someone at the door for you.”
The two men came into the foyer without my inviting them, which surprised me, but I didn’t think much of it. As Bob came from the study in the back of the house, I turned and was going to return to my laundry task, but the ‘boss’ grabbed my arm and said, “no, you stay here”.
When Bob saw who was in the foyer, he looked like he was going to be sick. He said, “Eddie – what are you doing here?”
“You owe me $50,000, Bob. With the vig, it’s up to $70,000 now. You were supposed to pay by last Tuesday. What did you think I‘d do when you didn’t pay on time? Just send you an email? I’m here to help you figure out how you’re going to pay me what you owe.”
As he spoke, he nodded to the big guy next to him, who walked over to Bob, and casually punched him in the gut. Bob doubled over and actually fell to a knee, retching and struggling for breath. The big guy pulled him up by his shirt collar and threw him into a chair in the family room.
While this was going on, Eddie was pulling me by my arm into the family room, and pushed me onto the couch, where he held my right arm tightly, keeping me sitting very close to him, as he stood next to the couch.
“I don’t like having to track you slugs down when you owe me money”, Eddie said. “I want the $70 grand you owe me. Now. If you don’t pay me what you owe me, there will be repercussions.”
As he said this, he took his left hand and reached inside my tank top and began squeezing my right breast. I jumped and tried to push his hand away, but he held me tightly to my seat on the couch. He nodded to the big guy again, and he punched Bob in the stomach again. Bob doubled over, coughing and wheezing. At the same time, Eddie pinched my nipple very hard, and I cried out in surprise and pain.
“Couple of things”, Eddie said. “First what’s your name?” he said to me. “Colleen”, I replied.
“OK, Colleen, the next time you resist me or struggle, Bob’s going to be punished. The second time you do it, YOU’RE going to be punished…..and then Bob’s going to be punished. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“OK, now that we’re clear.” He turned back to Bob, and began asking when and how he was going to get the $70 grand he was owed. As he did this, he reached back into my tank top and began squeezing and massaging my big tits, occasionally pulling on the nipples. This time he was gentler with the nipples, which made his attention to my breasts much more tolerable.
Bob indicated he needed to move assets around, but could have the money in about 1 week. Eddie nodded at the big guy again, who punched Bob on the side of the head, knocking him out of the chair and onto the floor.
As Bob half-sat, half-laid on the floor whimpering, Eddie unzipped his fly, and pulled out his cock, stroking it for effect as he spoke to Bob.
“Then here’s what we’re gonna do, Bob. I’m going to fuck your wife every day until you pay off the $70K.”
As he said this, Eddie laced his fingers into the hair behind my head and pulled my face into his cock. “Suck it, Colleen. You know what happens if you don’t.”
Instinctively I opened my mouth and he shoved his cock deep into my throat. It was a massive cock….much bigger than Bob’s….maybe 9-10” long, and extremely thick. It hit the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water and making me gag a little. He began shoving it into and out of my mouth, effectively fucking my face. The whole time he’s doing this, he was playing with my huge tits…slapping them, squeezing them, pulling and pinching the nipples. I hated what was happening, but found my body responding to the strong hand behind my head, and the rough treatment of my boobs. As crazy as it sounds, I could feel my pussy getting wet as Eddie manhandled my tits and drove his cock deep into my throat.
As Bob sat on the floor at the feet of the big guy, Eddie continued ramming his massive prick into and out of my mouth. As he did, he taunted Bob, telling him this was going to happen every day until he got the money Bob owed him.
After several minutes of face fucking me, Eddie seemed to pick up the pace, thrusting even harder into the back of my throat, and then with a loud grunt, forced himself as deep as he could go, holding me there with his hand behind my head, while he dumped a massive load of cum down my throat. He pulled his cock out until only the tip of his dick remained in my mouth, then slammed it back in, as another rope of jizzm shot down my throat. He did this 2-3 more times before his ball sack was finally empty. I was able to swallow most of it, but some slobbered out the sides of my mouth and down my chin, which I tried to wipe away with my hand and the bottom of my tank top
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Eddie said, “Clean me off, Colleen.” So, I began licking and sucking his softening cock to clean it off, as he turned to Bob and said, “So, do I have your attention, Bob? Every day. Until you pay what you owe. Your pretty little wife will be blowing and fucking me until she can’t stand up straight.”
With his eyes downcast, Bob nodded meekly from the floor.
“Alright, Colleen, put me away and zip me up.” So, I pushed his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly. Then he said, “You’re part of this too, so I expect you to answer when I call, and be ready when I come over. If you don’t answer, or you’re not here, then Bob gets hurt….and then you get hurt….until this whole thing is done. Do you have any doubts that this will happen?”
With tears on my cheeks, and cum still on my chin and lips, I shook my head “no”.
“Good. I’ll call tomorrow about this same time.”
Then he turned to Bob and said – “It’s up to you if you want to be here to watch…..personally, I think you should be out there ‘moving assets around’ so you can pay me what you owe me….the sooner the better.”
“Any questions?”
Bob and I both shook our heads “no”, and with a final squeeze of each tit, Eddie and the big guy walked out the door.
Once they were gone, I looked down at Bob on the floor, still whimpering and whining.
I said, “Heck of a mess you’ve gotten us into, Bob. I’m going to take a shower.”
I walked to our master bathroom, got in the shower, and surprised myself by taking the hand-held shower head, and – using the pulse setting – spraying my clit and vagina until I had a massive, overwhelming, knee-buckling orgasm. Afterwards, I sat there on the shower floor, with tears still in my eyes and cum still on my chin, wondering where the fuck does this go from here.
As you can imagine, this story continues…..
