The Payment Program Pt 01

Struggling to catch her breath she looked down at the mattress and along her perfectly maintained body between her hard nippled hanging breasts as she watched in shame as the still wet hardened erection pulled noisily from her. She heard a grunt before she felt a harsh hard slap on her exposed buttocks still held as high as she had been ordered.

"Owwww! Dammit!" she yelled.

The man just laughed while moving to the end of the bed admiring the view as she held the position.

"That there pussy is getting a real stretching doll. Seems to be taking its time returning to normal!" He laughed heartily at his own words.

She felt the embarrassment turn into a deep blush which she knew was ridiculous considering what they had been doing for the last half hour or so. He had done things to her that she would never have permitted her husband to do and she feared he was just getting started.

"Time for a little change-up," he said taking a healthy swig of beer from the can he had left on the dresser.

She was about to chastise him for not using a coaster when she thought better of it. Old habits die hard she thought.

She resigned herself to her fate and moved off the bed to stand naked alongside it awaiting his next demand.

"You can tell your old man to buy premium beer next time. I'm not taking a hankerin' to this one!"

"Funnnnnyyyyy!!!" she said sarcastically.

He stared at her for a moment before bursting out laughing, his erection bobbing.

"Man you sure are built doll! Mmm!" he said meaning it as a compliment.

She remained silent. "What does he expect me to say, thank you," she thought.

"Bet you there are plenty of men around here who would give up their left nut to have a crack at you!" He took another swig of beer, put it back on the dresser before letting out a loud belch.

He saw her shudder with disgust.

He took a deep breath.

"Alright now," he began, "put your hands behind your head."

"Why?" she asked immediately.

"Because I said so that's why. Now you can either do what I say or I can see how much more time we can add to your payment program."

Without hesitation she put her hands behind her head causing to breasts to look larger which was the point.

"Now stay right there," he warned as he approached. In a flash he grabbed both her nipples and squeezed them. She bit her cheek holding back the urge to scream and beg.

With a satisfied smirk he released the pressure and began to lovingly roll the nipples until they elongated and hardened. He released them smiling as they bounced temptingly. "There that's perfect!"

He moved to the other side of the room and picked up a small video camera.

"Wait!" she said panicking, "you promised."

Nodding he opened a drawer and handed her the two objects he had brought with him a blonde wig and a black mask that covered her eyes and part of her nose. She quickly donned the articles praying that they were enough to avoid recognition.

"Okay as soon as I give you the thumbs up I want to shake them big titties back and forth as if you're trying to draw that good looking college kid I saw you looking at the other day over here for a good fucking."

A look of anger and hatred crossed her face fleetingly. The first time she had defied him he had took her over his knees and spanked her so hard she hadn't been able to sit for two days. He had then fucked her missionary style making sure to slam her reddened buttocks into the mattress each time. He laughed whenever she had screamed. She wasn't about to repeat that mistake although she was confident that's exactly what he wanted her to do.

She nodded and he smiled knowingly.

He raised the camera to eye level with one hand and gave the thumbs up with the other adding, "don't forget to smile."

She began to shake her chest by rotating her shoulders. Her large breasts moved counter to each other before unequal shoulder movements caused them to bump into each other as if she were being fucked doggy style.

"That's it baby," he said for the camera, "Daddy's cock is getting ready. It won't be long now. Hang those titties for me."

She lowered her upper body continuing the tiring movement. He started to move closer urging her to continue. The camera was a foot from her at breast level as he let the camera take in the close-up intimate details of her nipples. He knew that the viewers (whoever they would be) would appreciate the detail. He bent his knees and dropped lower until he was at hip level watching her hips sway in motion to her shoulders.

"Spread them feet apart baby. Farther! Perfect! Stand tall now!"

He dropped to his back and sidled backwards until he was looking up. The camera took in her wet inflamed pussy and the full underside of each hard nippled breast. "The real money shot!" he told himself and one of his personal favourites. He stayed in that position for a few more minutes before turning the camera off.

"That was beautiful baby now lower that pussy of yours right here," he said sticking out his tongue. She felt sick but complied removing her hands from behind her head.

"Who told you that you could move them hands," he warned.

She moved them back behind her head.

"Much better!" he said watching her body lower until she felt his tongue penetrate her.

She vowed that if she ever had the chance she would kill him.

She balanced precariously on her heels as he sucked and tongued her. She struggled to withhold the feelings that were quickly mounting as she watched his penis grow even larger.

"Oh God! Will this ever end?"

She had begged and pleaded for him to stop but he had just laughed as he forced her to fuck his tongue until she was on the verge of losing it. Her muscles had cramped and painfully spasmed when he finally told to her get back on the bed. Exhausted and defeated she quickly obeyed keeping her sharp tongue to herself. He proceeded to order her into one position after another where he took his time varying his approach from slow loving to hard and aggressive until he had had enough. He had looked at his watch moments after ordering her to her knees on the floor and standing before her his erection pointing at the ceiling lewdly coated with her own secretions when he said, "That pussy of yours ain't doing it for me. You better be prepared to do much much better next time understand?"

She nodded though fury bubbled beneath the surface.

"You kept me here longer than I needed to be," he said with a note of derision. "You got five minutes and no more to make it happen. ARE WE CLEAR!!!" He said slowly with menace.

She raised herself on her knees and engulfed the erection working her magic upon her assailant. Less than four minutes later she achieved her objective as he viciously emptied his testicles down her throat.

A little under an hour later she stood at the house entrance to the garage on still shaky legs and a sore jaw. She had insisted that he park in the garage so as not to arouse suspicion.

He had just opened the driver side door when he turned to her and said, "Oh you forgot to give me something."

"Is there anything I haven't given him," she thought.

He smirked at her blank look. "Come on do I have to tell you everything," he began condescendingly, "the schedule you were told to prepare."

"Oh sorry," she said chastising herself for apologizing to this slug of humanity, "I'll get it."

She returned a minute later and handed him the folded piece of paper detailing when her husband was out of town over the next two months.

He held it up without looking at it. "No fuckin' around?"

She shook her head.

"We'll check it out and if you're screwing with us in any way. well you know what'll happen. Right?"

She nodded.

"Alright then," he said getting into the car. She gladly pushed the garage door opener with a huge sigh of relief at his departure. She quickly glanced around to make sure no one had seen him.

"Mrs. Helen Newton, ex-compulsive gambler, devoted and loving housewife to Tom Newton trying her best to remain sane having borrowed from a degenerate loan shark who threatened to bring her world crashing down unless she agreed to pay off her debt by becoming their personal plaything and internet porn star.

"FUCKKKK!!!" she yelled into the empty house disgusted with the road she had voluntarily ventured down with eyes wide open.

She had been sneaking out to the new casino while her husband was away since it had opened six months earlier. At first she had done well but then the losses became a regular occurrence and still she couldn't stop herself. That's when a well-dressed gentleman had caught her attention offering to finance her bets. After cautiously and, she thought, objectively gauging the man she agreed to take him up on his offer convinced that it would be a temporary loan that she would quickly repay with her expected winnings -- winnings that never materialized. She kept going back to the man who always seemed to be there until he informed her that her debt was almost $30,000. She quickly learned that $10,000 of that was interest, loan shark interest, and that it was time to pay up. She was told that were she a man or a less attractive woman that incentives to pay were very painful sometimes outright deadly. All manner of threats were made that would destroy her life. She had agreed to his terms that someone would visit her each week until the debt was paid and that she was to do whatever was asked of her including submitting videos and pictures during the visit. She had cried, begged and pleaded to no avail. Six months were agreed upon, after which time she would be debt free and able to borrow once again.

What she hadn't known was that the local loan sharks had expanded their business once the casino set-up shop sending operatives to watch for good-looking women who were clearly in over their heads and who would be susceptible to paying with their bodies. They had already amassed a stable of seventeen beautiful women who had fallen under their control. On top of it the casino owners benefitted by circulating a private photo album of these "available" women to their high rollers as a bonus for continuing to frequent their establishments. The casino allowed the sharks to operate under their roof plus kicked back some extra amounts to ensure the business would remain lucrative. The sharks videotaped these women in a never-ending variety of compromising positions to circulate on mob-operated internet porn sites. All in all they were making a killing.

Helen had just returned from driving her husband to the airport and was contemplating a glass of wine and a long bubble bath when the doorbell rang.

She looked at her watch. It was 11:00 am. "Who the hell could that be at this hour," she thought. She moved to a side window to see who it was but could only make out a partial view of someone in a shabby looking suit. She moved to the front door took a deep breath and opened the door.

Her husband's ex-business partner George Baker stood there. George had never been a good-looking man and, had to most, never seemed interested in his appearance. Time had not cured him of those flaws. He appeared to have gained at least forty pounds. His heavy acned round face still looked like the surface of the moon. He swayed a little which was consistent with the smell of alcohol rolling off him and reached out with those pudgy hands that had once grabbed her ass at a party at their own home over a year ago. Her husband Tom had seen that blatant mauling and had stormed up to George, forcefully turned him around and cold-cocked him with a right that sent George hard to the floor cracking his head on the hardwood that had opened a considerable gash requiring eight stitches. He suffered a concussion and a broken nose. An ambulance had been called.

The following day her husband went to the hospital prepared to give George another once over when hospital security intervened and dragged him out of the hospital. George still recalled his words as he was dragged out, "You shit-eating betraying son-of-a-bitch. How dare you. in my own house. We're through you stupid fat ugly bastard. You hear me. we're through! "

Word travelled fast. George's wife left him shortly thereafter. He had since been divorced and a restraining order had been placed which prevented him from seeing his two children unless under strict supervision. He had lost his only income and had struggled to make ends meet living in one roach-infested motel after another peddling fourth-rate products earning penny commissions. He blamed it all on the woman standing before him.

It was his smirk that set her off.

"YOU FAT FUCK! HOW DARE YOU SHOW YOUR FACE HERE! WHEN TOM FINDS OUT AND TAKE MY WORD HE WILL, HE'LL KILL YOU!"

At first the tirade caused his smirk to falter and he stepped back but regained confidence and reached for her. That's when she spat at him full in the face before slamming the door and quickly engaging the deadbolt. She was about to call 911 when the phone rang.

She rushed to it. "HELLO!" she said angrily anxious to call 911.

"Hello Helen," the calm voice began.

The blood drained from her face, she felt dizzy, her legs shaky. She reached for a chair and dropped heavily into it.

"I understand that you were not very nice to our guest. "

"Buttt. butttt.," she struggled knowing what this meant.

"I am offended Helen and sorely tempted to add some time to your payment program but considering your family history with Mr. Baker I'll let it pass this one time as long as you do what you are told. Is that clear Mrs. Newton?"

She began to shake unable to speak.

"MRS. NEWTON! " the voice said in anger, "ARE WE CLEAR?"

"Oh God! Oh God!" she whispered.

"I will take that as a yes. Now please let Mr. Baker into your home, apologize and do what he asks."

She began to weep.

A loud sigh could be heard on the other end.

"Take a moment to compose yourself but do not dally Mrs. Newton. I am not a patient man," he warned her as the connection ended.

A few minutes later she opened the door with a shaky disarming smile. George stood waiting two steps back unsure of what to expect.

"Please come in Mr. Baker," she said softly looking at the ground. She turned and walked into the house.

"Well I'll be damned!" he said aloud.

Feeling exhilarated he quickly moved behind her and grabbed her ass with his pudgy right hand. She flinched wanting to turn around and slap him as hard as she could but she knew what would happen if she did.

"Now that's much better! You and I are finally going to get to know each other!" he promised.

She turned to face him his hand sliding away from her. "George please can we just talk. Please."

George looked her in the eyes. "Man she's beautiful and today she's all mine," he thought.

"What the hell Helen. Sure why not. But let's get this straight I'm not here to talk. You do understand that right?"

Her emotions were running high. She still felt like bolting and the thought of George Baker touching her made her cringe but she saw a possibility of finding within him a touch of humanity she could draw out. If she succeeded she hoped it would be enough for him to realize the errors of his way and leave her alone.

After making a pot of coffee they sat in the kitchen she on one side of the table and him on the other.

"That incident was unfortunate Helen and if it weren't for having a little too much to drink and," he hesitated before realizing the momentary power he possessed over her, "...and well let's call a spade a spade here. You were galivanting around in that tight skirt pretty much asking for someone to grab onto that luscious ass of yours. Hell it could have been anybody. I just happened to be the closest."

He watched her struggle to remain calm. Her face twitched like sunspots bursting.

"You don't like it do you Helen! Well just imagine what I went through the last year assuming you and Tom even give a damm...and while we're at it your husband shares a good piece of the blame."

"WHAT!!!" she began unable to help raising her voice.

He held up his finger waving a warning. "Do you really want to take that tone Helen. You don't think that they're listening? I understand you have already experienced what happens when they get pissed off!"

She lowered her eyes before saying, "George please how can you say that Tom had anything to do with you grabbing me. We were friends once. I beg you to do the right thing and leave."

George looked at her in astonishment a telltale grin moving across his face before he erupted in laughter.

"Helen over the last year I fantasized about that moment and what could have happened. You wouldn't believe how imaginative I can be."

She swallowed hard feeling woozy wanting to run and keep running until she was safe.

"If you think for one minute that I'm about to let this opportunity go by to bring my imagination to life well it's. it's honestly laughable."

"I will tell you one thing about your husband though. When we first went into business together it was great. We had common interests and even took up weekly games of handball at the local gym. You remember?" he asked rhetorically.

"Tom was as competitive as I was and he didn't like to lose to an overweight guy. He used to say that for a fat guy I could really move. I used to laugh it off but deep down it bothered me. Handsome Tom who had everything, the perfect drop-dead gorgeous wife, everyone loved and admired and his poor sidekick fat George! I got to tell you Helen it hurt until Tom found out that I had something he didn't. "

She looked at him waiting.

"When we played handball we never showered at the gym since it was always packed. and who feels like waiting in line to shower so we always showered at home until one day when a huge storm blew through town leaving the place nearly empty. We were at the gym early before the storm and had the place to ourselves. We played a couple of extra rounds and were sweating like a couple of pigs. We decided to use the shower facilities there for the first time. Tom passed where I was showering stopped, looked down and said something like "Holy shit Tom! Is that real!"

You see Helen I have this really large cock. I mean it's porn star - black porn star big! It's actually been a curse but I wasn't going to tell that to Tom. We later stopped off at Bill's tavern. That was the night I carried Tom home you remember? Anyway after his tenth or eleventh drink he looks at me and says, "Georgy, I envy you man!" He laughed at the shock on my face before saying that he was pretty average cock size and always wondered what it would be like to have such a monster. Being a nice guy I told him that the ladies don't care about size. That's when he said he wasn't too sure about that. He then told me that you Helen were pretty conservative always holding things in and wondered whether he could light you up with a bigger cock. "

Helen's open mouth look of shock and anger made him laugh.

"He said a few other things that got me to thinking about you which is why I did what I did at the party. All I wanted to do was show it to you. You know. To see your reaction. It took a lot of drinks for me to work up the courage. When Tom came to see me in the hospital he told me that he knew what I had been trying to do. He thought that once you got a taste of a real big cock you might leave him. Isn't that hilarious?"

Helen didn't feel like laughing. She wanted to find a knife and stab George to death and teach Tom a lesson for such immature behavior.

"The funny thing is," George started, "is now I'm gonna see firsthand whether Tom was onto something. Joanne, my wife, thought it was too big. She complained that sex with me was painful. So here I was cut-off by my own wife, possessing a dick you only hear about but no one would ever know and no woman would ever approach me. So when Tom brought you into the picture well I just had to find out for myself but it took lots of alcoholic courage to bring my fucking world crashing down didn't it Helen?"