It had been one week since Michelle had been throatfucked by a loan shark by the name of Scott...something - she didn't even know his surname. She had let him fuck her throat under the pretense that her and her husbands' debt would have been halved, down from Β£3500 to Β£1750.
After she had been throatfucked hard, he reneged on the deal and left her with the full Β£3500 still to pay. She had been furious at her deception and had kept quiet about her ordeal, not telling her husband what she had done.
She nor her husband had managed to get the money they owed. Michelle was dreading his next visit, god knows what would happen this time.
It was Thursday morning and Michelle was dressed in a more casual affair today: she wore her denim booty shorts, a black t-shirt that hugged her body and showed off her hourglass figure. Her massive boobs were contained within her favourite bra, the lacy white one.
She chose her contacts today, so wasn't wearing her usual thick-rimmed glasses. Her shoulder-length black hair swayed in the wind as she finished watering her garden.
She had just walked back into the house when she heard the front door buzzer go off. She sighed and walked over.
Opening the door, she froze. It was Scott. He was back.
"Hey there gorgeous." he said.
He was wearing denim jeans, a t-shirt with a quote from
The Godfather,
which seemed to emphasise his muscled physique, and what looked to be running trainers. His chiselled jaw and stubbled chin stared at the busty woman.
She caught movement behind him and her eyes flickered. There was a second man standing behind him. He manoeuvred to get a good look at Michelle.
The second man was a little smaller than Scott in height but had the same, muscled build. Whereas Scott had short, black hair, this second man was a blonde, with tidy, light facial hair. He was wearing similar attire to Scott: jeans and a t-shirt.
Scott tilted his head back, "This is Mike. We're here to discuss your debt."
Michelle looked back at Scott and didn't say anything. This was the moment she had been dreading. This was it.
"Can we come in?" asked Scott, knowing full well what the answer would be.
Without taking her eyes off him, Michelle moved aside, letting Scott and Mike into her house. The two men walked into the living room and waited for Michelle to enter.
When she did, they turned. The buxom babe walked past them, giving them a great view of her ass as she did. She sat on the couch and faced them.
"So," said Scott "You don't have the money then."
Michelle frowned, "And how do you know that?"
Mike spoke now, "Because we spoke with your husband this morning. He told us he didn't have the money and-"
Mike stopped talking and looked over to Scott, who smiled.
"And?" asked Michelle
"And," said Scott, "We - well, I, told him all about what you did last week. How you gave another man oral. How you let me fuck your throat."
Michelle went eyed wide and gasped in shock. She wasn't going to tell him. It was going to be a secret she would forget about. How could he tell him?
Michelle's voice was timid, "What did he say?"
"He said you were a slut. He said he couldn't believe you had betrayed him like that. He said, and I quote, '
Is that all it takes? 3k and she drops to her knees?'
. I think he was pretty upset."
Michelle was distraught at this but anger brewed inside her, "But you said if I let you fuck my throat, you'd halve the debt! You forced me! I bet you didn't tell him
that.
"
Scott laughed, "Maybe not. It hardly matters now. We came to an agreement, me and him."
"What agreement?" Michelle asked.
"The debt is wiped away. Completely gone. The contract for the debt fully signed as paid back in full," said Scott. Michelle was going to reply but was cut off as Scott continued, "We, as in myself and Mike here, get to fuck you. We get to use you however we want. If that happens, the debt is paid off."
"And do you know what happened?" said Mike, "Your loving husband agreed. I think I've got this right, he said '
fuck the bitch, do what you want'
. I really think he hates what you did."
Michelle could barely think. She gasped and her mind was racing. Her eyes darted between Scott and Mike. She couldn't bring herself to think straight. There's no way she was going to let that happen. And Sam had agreed to this? She couldn't believe it. Even if he knew what she had done, he couldn't have agreed to let them fuck her. He was her husband!
"You're lying!" Michelle shouted, "I'm not fucking you. I'm married for fucks sake, even if...even if Sam hates me right now, he's my husband. I'm not doing it!"
Scott and Mike smiled, "I think you are," Scott said, "Your husband expects this debt to be paid, and we intend to see that happen."
Michelle gulped. She attempted to get up from the couch but the two loan sharks stepped forward and she remained on the couch. She stared as they started to undress.
First went the t-shirts, and Michelle hated herself for liking what she saw. 6 packs on both men, chiselled bodies. They looked good. She stared as they undid their belts, unfastened their jeans and threw them on the floor.