Marco sat in silence for a few moments then said "Well ain't this some sweet lovey-dovey shit. Since I am such a sentimental guy, I might just be able to help you out. As you can imagine, in this business, I run into this situation quite a bit. Most of the time, the ones that come in front of me begging...well...they are not useful. They don't have anything to offer in exchange for my financial loss. Those people usually end up trying to hide out or skip town. But, my guys always find them, or find their friends or family. Finding their friends or family usually brings them out of hiding and that is when they get their warning. And in the case of their friends and family, the loser gets to watch those that are close to them receive the warning...which usually means a trip to the hospital...and if that doesn't get the message across, then maybe someone close to them is never seen again."
Sarah looks shocked, but tries to maintain her composure, as Marco continues. "Now...you might be wondering...'Why doesn't someone simply call the police?' That is an interesting story. One day a man came before me begging for leniency and more time just as you are doing now. He actually owed about 4 times what your Timmy owes. But, luckily for him, he had something useful to offer in exchange. As it turns out, that man was the chief of police here in this fine city. A position that he still holds today. And in exchange for forgiving a bit of his debt here and there, he just has to do some small favors. Make a case go away here, destroy some evidence there, look the other way sometimes...you get the point."
"What do you have to offer in exchange?" Marco asked.
"I work at a bank! There must be something I can do...helping loans get approved...approving large transactions that don't meet regulatory compliance...", Sarah said, as she was interrupted.
Marco laughed. "Are you stupid? You have too much oversight at your age. What are you? Like 20?" he asked.
"19", Sarah replied.
"You would get busted in a week, then you would be of no use to me at all, and then the pressure is back on ol' Timmy," he said. "Look. You only have one use for me. What is your name again? Tiffany?" he asked.
"Sarah," she replied.
"Look Sarah. If I were you, I would turn around, walk out of this house, and dump that loser boyfriend of yours. This is not your problem. I get that you love him and all that warm fuzzy shit...but you have a chance to walk away from his problems and this situation. Here is the bottom line: the only use a young pretty girl like you has to me is a piece of ass." Sarah was horrified, but tried to keep a straight face.
"Sarah, I am heading to my office for a while to do some business. When I come back I expect you to be gone. If you are still here, then as far as I am concerned, you and Timmy are in this together, and I consider you equally responsible for his debt," he said, then left the room for another part of the house.
The Decision
Sarah's heart was racing. Her hands were trembling. All she could think about was the fact that if she did nothing, Tim was going to get seriously hurt, or even worse! Tears rolled down her face at just the thought of something happening to Tim. He was everything to her. He was her first boyfriend, her first love, even her first and only lover. He made her happy in every way.
From the first day she met him 4 years ago, she knew that he was the one she would be with for the rest of her life. They had already planned their future together. "I can never let anything happen to Tim," she told herself. "My life is nothing without him. I am not going to let this one mistake of his ruin this beautiful life we have planned. Love means sacrifice," she told herself continuously, as she dried the tears from her face. She took deep breaths over and over to calm her nerves and to build her courage. "This is a life we are talking about. The life of the man I love!" she told herself. Her hands were still shaking, but she managed to stop her tears.
She waited for what seemed like an eternity. Staying focused to maintain her courage and composure. "We can do this!" she told herself.
After quite some time, Marco returned to the room. "Well, well, well. It looks like someone has made a decision," he said as he took a seat on the couch. "You had your out, but that is gone now. That was your only and last chance," he said as Sarah tried to maintain an emotionless face.
"Hmm. Well, there is no point in wasting time. I am a busy man, and as I said, you only have one use to me. Stand up here in the center of the room," he ordered Sarah. She complied, and stood in front of him in the center of the room. "OK, let's get those close off," he commanded. Sarah began to remove her clothes, starting with her shoes. "No, keep the heels on baby," he told her.
Sarah unzipped her skirt, dropped it to her ankles and stepped out of it. "Just throw it over there," Marco said. Sarah unbuttoned her shirt button by button, removed it, and threw it next to her skirt. She stood there in front of Marco, looking at the ceiling, the wall, the floor, anywhere but in his eyes.
"What are you doing?" Marco said, "When I say remove your clothes, that means bra and panties too. I want nothing on you but those heels." Sarah hesitated. No one had ever seen her nude body except Tim, and she never wanted anyone else to see her. That was something sacred to her that she only ever wanted to share with the love of her life. At that moment she began to think of Tim again and how at this moment, she was breaking the rule in her life that was most important to her.
The false sense of confidence she had built up deflated, and her eyes began to fill with tears again. "Your tears don't change what's happening here, so suck it up," Marco said smugly.
Sarah sobbed as she compiled with his demands, removed her bra and panties, and fully exposed herself to him. There it was: what was sacred to her was now shattered, and only shame was in its place.
"Turn around and let me see that ass," Marco demanded. "Nice," he said when she turned around. "Bend over that chair in front of you and let's get a look at that pussy of yours," he continued to demand. Sarah did as he asked. "That is a fantastic pussy. You should be proud of what you got," he said, but of course his comments were not intended to encourage her.
His sole intention was to show to Sarah that he was in control here and that she had no free will in this situation. And his words did exactly that. For the first time in her life, Sarah felt completely helpless. An uneasy, disgusting feeling of being unclean overwhelmed her. She did not like feeling this way at all, but the choice to save Tim had been made, and there was no changing that now.
"Alright. It's time for you to stop being such a tease and get to work," Marco said. He sat up on the edge of the sofa and began to remove his shoes. Once complete, he stood up, unbuckled his belt, and removed his pants then neatly folded them on the sofa beside him. Finally, he removed his underwear and sat back down on the sofa and spread his legs wide apart.
"OK, Sarah. Come over here and kneel down on the floor between my legs," he confidently told her. Sarah began to shiver. Her nerves were overpowering her. She slowly and hesitantly began to approach the sofa where Marco was seated.
Sarah kneeled down in the location where Marco commanded. She had only ever intended to be with Tim in this sacred and private way, only the true love of her life, but now her life-long vow to herself was about to be broken, and this made her nauseous.
She was now eye-level with his cock. Only the second one she had ever seen in her life. What was there, only inches from her face, was quite unlike what Tim had. This was very dark in color, nearly black, twice the width, and nearly twice as long, with the head completely hidden by a thick foreskin. The balls were much larger, with just one being the size of both of Tim's.
"Get closer," said Marco. She moved in just a little closer. "Closer," he said again. She moved as close as she could without touching any part of his body. She could feel the body heat from his genitals on her face.
"Who is in control here?" he asked her.
"You are," she said with a shaky voice, avoiding any eye contact.
"Good girl," he said smugly. "Rub my balls with your hand," he softly told her. This was the moment of no return, she was about to be intimate with someone other than the love of her life, and there was no love involved in this at all.
She hesitantly reached out and placed her hand around one of his balls. Only one would fit in her hand. "Don't just hold it," he said, "give it some love." Love was the last thing that came to her mind in this situation, but she did her best to push through her discomfort and gently rubbed his balls with her hand. "Good girl," he said. "Press your face up against them," he said gently.
Sarah was horrified. This was really happening. It was too much. The intimacy of her face on another man's genitals, this was where, in her mind, she crosses the point of no return and is now officially cheating on Tim, betraying his trust and their love. Sarah pushes her face into his balls, and begins to sob. Her tears profusely rolling down her face and drenching his ball skin.
"Go ahead and suck them into your mouth," he then told her. She complied with his wishes and sucked on his sack, but the balls were too large to enter her mouth. Only the skin entered as she sucked on them, the taste of sweat, musk, and her tears filling her mouth. "Ah, yeah! That's great!" he said, "Make sure you give that same treatment to my whole sack. I want it to be squeaky clean." Sarah moved around his nut sack, sucking it all clean as he demanded, his cock rolling around on her face as she moved from side to side, her feeling of self-loathing growing by the moment.
