A Payment Is Due

Warning:This story contains both non-con elements and filth. If you are uncomfortable with either, feel free to look for a different story.

It was like forever since Alana's husband was home. At first, she just assumed that he was just running late getting home, but 4 hours had passed, and he didn't even bother to text. Still, she had some hope, still sitting around in her high-end but revealing dress for their dinner plans. The Latina loved to flaunt her cleavage and thick ass to her husband and that's exactly what she did: show as much of her near-perfect caramel skin as possible.

Finally hearing the doorbell at 11pm, she raced over towards the front to see her lover. Opening, she instead saw a seedy-looking white man there. He was round, balding, with yellow teeth, and had a clear scent of musk hitting her. The man smiled happily as she waited for him to say something. It wasn't the first time she saw the male. Rather there were two moments Alana saw him, but only from a distance and around her husband.

"Can I help you..?" Alana asks.

"You're Alana, right? I am sorry to tell you this but you need to move out...like yesterday. Also just keep everything inside. I'll do the selling for you." The potbelly, greasy stranger told her directly.

"What do you mean? Is this about my husband?" She asks leaning against the wall, keeping herself from panicking.

"Um..yes..did we tell you about how much he owes? Well, let's just say it's a few million. Where is he by the way?" The man asked.

"He's not here. What's your name? I don't know you." Alana insists, hearing her voice cracking slightly.

"Oh, he ditched you??? Wow...I'm sorry...can you please move." He says unapologetically.

"No. Who does he owe money to? What did he do?"

"He has a small gambling addiction. The madman literally gambled the lease a few days ago. If only he didn't have such shit luck.." He says with growing patience, but only because he was taking a good look at the wife and oogling her directly.

"I don't have a place to stay..." she told the man who seemed to be enjoying his life right now.

"Oh. So Sorry. Why not call your husband?" He questions in a cocky manner to the 27-year-old.

The situation was dire. She had to do something. Anything to not end up on the street.

"Alright, look. How about we gamble. If I win, you give me one week to prepare to leave. Sounds good?" She says quickly. Alana found herself regretting her words but it was too late to take them back.

"Really, Sweetheart? Fine. And if I win you can still have your week, but you're going to be spending a lot of time pleasing Daddy's dick." He says already with a grin on his face.

Her face turned red. She had never cheated before, but she also needed this time badly to get everything in order. "Okay..you may come in..."

The Latina turned around only to feel a large, rough hand giving her ass a loud spank that echoed in her home. Her cheeks turned bright red, feeling his hand still on her left mound while he entered inside and locked the door.

The woman made her way to the living room and looked for some dice, but the man dropped one on the coffee table from his pocket.

"Anything under 4 and you're going to be spending the week getting addicted to white dick. Got it?" He asked in almost a command. The woman nodded her head, but that just earned her backhand across the face that left a red handprint.

"Got it?"

"Yes Sir."

"Yes, Daddy." He corrected her.

"Y-Yes Daddy.." Alana whimpers, knowing it doesn't sound right. Was this pig of a fucker even going to keep his word if she won? There was only one way to find out. Her long, pink-painted nails were on display as she snatched and tossed her die on the coffee table.

Alana didn't find out her results initially as the second it stopped bouncing around was when a grubby hand grabbed her silky black hair and pulled her towards him to spit in her face directly.

"Game Over." He says, bringing her head down, planting the pretty face between his legs where all she could inhale was his invasive stench, masculine sweat, and sex. Already her pupils rolled up for a second. "Take it out."

Alana mewled, wanting to say something to her horny white bully, but instead, she simply reached her hand down and began grabbing at the rim of his damp and filthy sweatpants to slowly bring it down. The disgustingly huge and all too ugly white shaft slapped, popped out, and draped over her head. He was far bigger than her husband between his legs and much busier. The veins, the bumps, the built-up smegma, and the stale nut. The beefy shaft itself was initially hard to look at directly. Meanwhile, it dropped constantly and corrupted her air with a distinct but overpowering stench of raw Daddy dick. The pole didn't seem to be healthy either with countless yellow and green discolorings of flesh. Then there were his massive hairy balls that hung low and helped to ruin the air that must've been 20 degrees warmer now.

Her eyes finally looked back up at the male in front of her to see a phone aiming down. Several flashes immortalized the embarrassing defeat of her home by whoever the horny bastard was.

"What do you say?" He calmly.

"Thank you, Daddy." She says while wrapping her soft lips around his unwashed mushroom tip in submission. Perhaps it was better that her husband wasn't here to see his wife bobbing her head down on someone else's nasty fucking cock. Regardless, the Latina remained concerned by how quickly she found herself sucking someone else off the second he left.

The pale meat needed a good amount of work to polish as first Alana had to lick up all of his smegma before getting to his crusty, expired cum. Just when she was getting the hang of it, the man grabbed her hair and happily unloaded it down her throat. Only she realized quickly it was too watery and acidic to be cum invading her. That one moment seemed to be the breaking point for any self-esteem she might have had left.

The hand on his hair slammed his fuckpole down deeper onto the cock, pounding her dolled-up face hard when he moaned out loudly into the air, entering right inside of her throat and having her gag for him. The thrusting only picked up, having her choke out nice and loud for the man as he moaned in a loud grunt to echo the house. At the same time, his other hand was recording the entire moment, likely in a shaky and unprofessional manner, as he couldn't sit still.

Widening his legs, brought her down to his base where she wouldn't get any air and instead plenty of caucasian cock. She could barely see the man over his stomach. Only his phone was at the top of her vision.

"Fuck..ugh...take it.." he grunted out, shooting what felt like gallons of rotten, sticky batter that overfilled the throat and mouth. The taste ruined the tastebuds perhaps permanently. Finally pulling back, he slapped her face with the dick several times before stroking his hefty pole to bust another round of musky sludge all over her face, making a mess out of her.

The horny fuck didn't deserve this. Just a kick to the balls could stop him. Yet there she was, conquered and drooling out so much of his invasive cream and wearing his batter despite looking otherwise fancy in preparation for a night that didn't come.

"D-Did you need anything else, Daddy..?" She asks with his still-hard erection in her face. Slowly standing up, the man followed suit and followed her to the bedroom. One hand once again on her fat ass, squeezing at it.

Entering inside, she looked at herself in the vanity to see how gooey her face looked and bit her lip.

"E-Excuse me...I need to take a shower.." she says softly to her master. When he didn't move at all, she turned around only to feel a hand at her throat that guided her down onto her marriage bed. The other set his phone on the desk and pulled roughly on the panties until it snapped loudly.

From there, his foul shaft pushed inside of her cunt raw, entering deep into her body thrusting away in her body.

He squeezed rather roughly at the brown throat with his firm, but sweaty white hand stretching out her damp cunt, riding his wife for a week.

"I-I..I!! AHH!!!!" She cried out getting invaded harder, feeling him getting as many inches in as possible to claim her hole.

Constantly he slapped around her face in between spitting on it when stuffing her further with Daddy's heavy white cock. It took some time to stretch her out wide enough to be able to get away with pounding her ruthlessly, but it was worth every second of patience. Both of their pupils were rolling up as he tightened his grip and quickened the pace.

"Little fucking whore! This is what you need in life:a real man fucking your slutty little body constantly!" He spat out. "Did you think this was going to end differently for you?!"

She gave out a raspy squeal as he pounded her so brutally, hitting her cervix one too many times. It wasn't long before his bulbous fucktip successfully pushed inside of the womb to continue fucking Alana silly.

At this point, her mind was partially checked out as it took a second for her to process that someone was really using her roughly.

He entered in balls deep with his fat dick and just blew the third nut of the night directly inside of her womb, flooding it with countless ropes of his hot, stringy cum. Only then did he let go of the neck to allow his victim to replenish her oxygen. His dick gradually left the defiled hole as well.

"Y-You...you came inside me..." she says softly, groaning out.

"And I will keep doing it." He answered back, slapping her face one last time. Her cheeks had so many handprints at this point, along with one on her neck.

Backing up and allowing the woman to undress for the shower, he bit his lip and took a good look at the woman. Once again, his shaft was growing, already seeing her bare brown breast and an unforgettable ass. Meanwhile, she still had his sticky, backed-up load all over her face. At the same time, he grabbed his sweat-soaked shirt and pulled it off to toss it on the floor.

Alana rushed towards the bathroom, hoping to get there before he could, but there was no point. The interracial fucker entered with her into the shower and turned on the water.

Unfortunately for the Latina cumdump, there wasn't much showering. Instead, it was him pinning her against the wall on her stomach and hammering at her tight pucker. She screamed out into the air, feeling so many spanks to her ass while he licked the side of her face. It felt unreal that he was still determined for more.

"F-Fuck..AH!! FUCK!!!" she tried out in a high pitch as her nails clawed at the walls of the shower. Each thrust wore her down mentally as she had no protection against the horny predator that once again was senselessly fucking her brains out.

Another cumshot was busted inside of her. This time it was her asshole leaking his nut.

Alana couldn't take a four-round, and he knew it. Instead of continuing to wash up, she was ready to go to sleep as quickly as possible. The woman got out of the shower, sharing a towel with him while he pressed his lips against her's making out for as long as he wanted.

Usually, she would go back to the bedroom to find some night clothing, but instead, she found herself getting pinned down on the bed again, this time on her stomach as he once again invaded her cunt.

The Latina tried to resist the white man's late pound session, but within seconds, she crumbled. This time for the rest of the night as so many moans left her mouth. The fucker bashed in constantly having one hand reaching around to grope her tits as the other used the moment of her mindbreaking to gently pull off her ring so that he could toss it somewhere behind the bookshelf in the room.

His large balls crashed into her body repeatedly while she drooled out with her eyes crossed. "Y-YOU WIN PAPI! FUCK ME HARDER!" She begged out getting slamfucked the dreams out of. Her body shook constantly after she got her to climax over and over again, having her tongue rolled out and her mind going blank.

His fat, powerful dick seemed to shoot so much sticky, warm nut inside of her tight canal, flooding her over and over again with everything going hazy.

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It was hard to tell when the two fell asleep. Just that Alana woke up with him on top and still with his beefy shaft inside of her pussy. The second she squirmed around, he woke up and groped her bust.

"Can I just stay here, Daddy?" She asks warmly.

"For as long as you like..." He says, cuddling his prize.