Getting out of debt, a short story by shyboy. Date added: 2012-06-15. Times viewed: 9630.
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- Intro: Her husband's gambling gets a horny wife into trouble Het MF Slutwife Oral Bond Spank
Getting out of debt
Annie had not long finished her morning beauty regime when the doorbell rang.
First she had enjoyed a leisurely bath. Next, she had washed her shoulder length brown curly hair, drying and teasing it into her signature 'just got out of bed' style,
Next, her 46-year-old still fit body was fully moisturised and her neatly manicured nails painted with her favourite crimson varnish.
Time to get dressed. First she slipped into her black high cut silk panties, covering her firm round ass and smooth pussy, with its small landing strip above her bare slit.
Next on was the matching black silk bra, gathering together her naturally pert tits and, finally, her knee-length red skirt and frilly pink blouse, the two top buttons unfastened, to give a good view of her bulging cleavage.
Annie smoothed her hands from under her boobs, down her sides and over her hips. 'Not bad for an oldie like me,' she told her reflection in the wardrobe mirror.
She was planning a visit to the bank to transfer some funds from her savings into the joint account she had with husband Tom. She hadn't yet got the hang of online banking and Tom said he needed her to make the transfer urgently today.
He hadn't said why and she felt that, even if he had done, she would be none the wiser. She left all that sort of thing to Tom. He understood money so much better than she did.
The doorbell rang for a second time. 'OK, OK. I'm coming,' she muttered as she made her way downstairs to answer it.
Peeping through the spy hole she saw it was Tom's boss Dermot standing outside. 'What on earth can he want?' she thought to herself as she pulled open the door and set her face to smile mode.
'Hello Dermot!' she cried. 'This is an unexpected surprise. Come in, come in. Tom should be at work by now. I'm afraid you've missed him if it was him you were after . . ?'
Her voice trailed off as she saw the grim set of Dermot's jaw. 'Oh my God! What's happened?! Is it Tom? Has he been hurt in an accident?'
The words tumbled out of her again as her mind became filled with worst case scenarios.
'It concerns Tom, certainly,' said Dermot as he followed Annie through to the lounge, declining her offer to sit down.
They stood in the middle of the well-furnished room looking intently at one another.
Annie had always had a bit of a soft spot for Tom, who was five years her junior, and she felt sometimes that he felt the same way about her too. But maybe not today. Today he was deadly serious about something. She feared the worst.
Dermot broke the silence after a couple of minutes, clearing his throat and saying: 'There's no easy way to tell you this Annie.
'Tom has been using his company computer for playing online poker during his lunch breaks. He's not very good at it and got himself into deep water with a dodgy poker school run by a bunch of downbeats.'
He paused to let his words sink in.
'Tom? Gambling? But how . . . . ?' said Annie. 'He's rubbish at cards! Even his little nephews beat him at whist at Christmas!'
She slumped down onto the sofa, wringing her hands in her lap. 'When you say deep water, Dermot, how . . . how much are we talking about here?' she asked, looking up into her visitor's face and praying she would find some answers there.
'I've given him ten thousand pounds to pay off the jerks, so at least it's only me he's in debt to now,' said Dermot, his piercing blue eyes flashing and his unswerving gaze boring into Annie's own tear-filled hazel eyes.
Annie felt relief that Tom's stupidity had been dealt with by Tom in such an efficient manner, but ten thousand? It was more money than she'd ever seen in one place, certainly not in their bank account.
'I'm so grateful to you Dermot, for getting us out of this hole,' she said with genuine affection for the tall blond man standing so seriously in her home. 'If there's anything I can do to thank you . . . . ? Anything . . . . ' she said, her voice trailing off as Dermot's gaze left her face and flickered quickly over the rest of her body.
'Well, the first thing we need to establish is how the two of you are going to settle the debt,' said Dermot gravely. 'I know I'm a rich bastard, but ten grand is not peanuts, even to me.'
'We . . . we don't have much money,' Annie began to stammer in her nervousness. 'Perhaps I could come and clean for you or . . . or something,' she finished, lamely.
'I've got a better idea,' said her husband's boss. 'Why don't we discuss it over a nice cup of tea, there's a good girl?'
She led the way through to the kitchen, sashaying her hips as she walked, thinking vaguely that it was somehow expected of her to act sexily in front of this man. 'Stop it Annie!' she scolded herself inwardly. 'Why would he look at you when he can have his pick of women?'
Whilst she busied herself getting them two mugs of steaming tea, Dermot watched her closely, taking in every curve of her body, every stretch as she reached up for the tea caddy, drooling at her pert sexy ass as she bent down to fetch the milk from the refrigerator and finally clearing his throat to thank her as she placed his drink on the table in front of him, his mouth having gone strangely dry as he lusted after his hostess.
She sat opposite him, giving him a good view of her 36DD cleavage and he was forced to cross his legs under the table as she smiled across at him and, putting her head on one side like a squirrel looking for its nuts, asked him: ‘So, Dermot, do you have a solution to this problem? Is it something I can help you with, or do we need Tom to be here too?’
‘That won’t be necessary,’ he squeaked, taking a slurp of tea before continuing in a deeper voice: ‘You are a very attractive woman Annie, one whom any man would be proud to....er.....to....er.....’
Flattered by his flustered compliments Annie looked down at her hands as they cradled the mug of tea on the table and then looked Dermot directly in the eye and said: ‘If you’re suggesting that I might be able to repay this debt by sleeping with you, well that’s absolutely outrageous!’
For a moment he thought that he’d blown it, but then he saw her grinning at him and he relaxed. Sliding her mug to one side, Annie stood up and leaned right across the table towards him, giving him an even closer view of her full rounded breasts, with a hint of her areolas peeping over the top of her bra.
‘How much will the debt be reduced by if I let you fuck my tits?’ she purred at him.
‘I . . . . I . . . . ‘ he blustered, caught unawares by Annie’s direct approach. ‘I really haven’t come here to . . . er . . . .to um . . . a hundred pounds?’ he added lamely, in the manner of the world’s worst negotiator.
‘Look Dermot, you’re a good-looking guy, lots of women would be only too pleased to sleep with you. I’m not sure about this attempt by you to blackmail me into having sex. I’m guessing Tom loses his job unless I agree to this?’ said Annie in a no nonsense forthright manner.
‘Er, well, it wouldn’t be easy for me to keep him on if he was in debt to me,’ said Dermot feebly.
‘OK hun, you’re on!’ said Annie. ‘Two hundred for a tit fuck, five for straight sex, a grand for anal, take it or leave it! You’ll find me upstairs in the guest room, second door on the right off the top landing.
‘Give me five minutes to get ready before you come up. Did you bring any condoms with you? Thought not! Lucky I’ve been sterilised then. You haven’t got any nasty rashes I hope?’ she added as an afterthought as she got to the door.
Dermot shook his head mutely and re-crossed his legs under the table.
‘Looks like you’re almost ready to erupt there hun. Fifty quid for a blow job if you’d like one before I go upstairs?’ she offered, moving towards him. ‘Can’t have you coming too soon when we’re in the bedroom. Got to give you your money’s worth! No refunds!’ she added, chuckling as she dropped to her knees between his legs and tugged at his fly zip.
She felt full of confidence as she took his six-inch rod in her hands and began to give him one of the best blow jobs he’d ever had. It took less than a minute of her lips and tongue encircling his purple knob, licking the V underneath the shining head, stroking his shaft and squeezing his balls before Dermot had unloaded both barrels down her throat, with a loud moan as he slumped back in his chair while she swallowed every last drop of his cum.
‘Christ Annie! No wonder Tom’s always so smiley all the time!’ he said as she stood up and headed for the stairs.
‘Nine thousand, nine hundred and fifty,’ she called back. ‘We’d better start a tally book or we might lose track of the running total!’
Giggling to herself as she headed for the stairs she smoothed her blouse down over her breasts and planned her next assault on her husband’s boss. ‘By the time I’ve finished with him he’ll be begging me for mercy,’ she thought to herself. ‘This is one debt I’m going to enjoy paying off!’
By the time Dermot had reached the guest bedroom Annie had changed out of her day clothes and into a tight-fitting black basque that pushed her fabulous titties up and forwards, her areolas peeping provocatively over the edge of the fabric.
The garment had a dozen hooks holding it together. running down the low cut back towards her ass cheeks which were held tightly in place, the fabric outlining the contours of her pert round buttocks and deep crack perfectly.
She was also wearing black stay up stockings and red 'come fuck me' shoes.
The view that greeted Dermot as he strode naked into the room was of Annie bending over the foot of the double bed, handcuffed to the decorative wrought iron frame, her tits tumbling almost out of the basque and her gorgeous ass waving seductively at him.
'Oh dear Dermot,' she said in a husky, helpless voice, 'I seem to have locked myself into these silly handcuffs and can’t find the keys. Maybe they’re inside this stupid corset thing I'm wearing . . . . '
Dermot's cock was already at half mast but now it sprung to full erection as he considered all the possibilities this situation presented to him.
'And if I set you free, how much is that going to cost me?' he asked, rubbing his hands over Annie's perfect ass, squeezing the flesh through the taut fabric and scenting the unmistakable odour of a leaking pussy.
'Well, Dermot, that depends on what you intend doing with that big thick cock of yours.....' purred Annie, again wiggling her ass at him.
'A thousand p-p-p-pounds you said.....for a....er....for.....' began Dermot, nervously.
'If you want to fuck my ass it will reduce the debt by a grand, that's right,' said Annie, a note of impatience in her voice as she was feeling damned horny and just wanted Dermot to get on with it.
Anything! He could fuck her anywhere, but she just needed to be fucked hard right now.
She felt him fumbling with the hooks at the back of her basque, arching her back to release the tension on the fabric to make it easier for him to release her from its constraints.
'Oh Dermot, that feels sooooo good,' she said as he pulled the basque down over her hips and let it drop to the floor, where she kicked it off entirely. There was no sign of the handcuff keys.
'It was a bit tight in there sweety, a bit like my poor little virgin asshole will be if you want to ravish me with your big fat cock, you beast!' she added, teasingly.
'I might save that pleasure for later Annie,' he said, his confidence returning as he reached under her bending body and squeezed her titties, rubbing her stiff nipples as he did so.
'I'm in no rush to get this debt paid off too quickly,' he added. 'I think we could make this last for weeks, months even!'
But Annie wasn't really listening at that moment because Dermot had plunged his cock into her swollen pussy and was gripping her hips as he fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her ass as he filled her sweet little cunt, stretching her wide as his bulging knob pushed in and out of her to the sound of her whimpers of pleasure.
'Oh God Dermot, fuck me baby. Fuck me hard you gorgeous man!' she cried as their bodies crashed together. Grabbing hold of her hair and yanking her head around so that he could kiss her mouth, Dermot pushed his tongue inside her throat as he continued to fuck her hard, pulling back only to spank her naked ass, crying: 'Go girl! Let me fill that sexy cunt with my hot spunk!'
'Keep fucking me! Keep fucking me!' urged Annie as her climax approached. 'Cum wherever you want, but just keep fucking me!'
Dermot continued thrusting in and out of Annie and, within a split second of her getting to her orgasm and letting out a string of profanities, his balls released their load and he sprayed her cervix with cum, his cock pumping out his hot creamy jism as he pushed into her as hard as he could for the last time.
To his astonishment Annie hit her wrists together and the handcuffs sprang away from her and dropped with a clatter to the floor. ‘Instant release!’ she explained briefly.
Turning around as he pulled out of her dripping pussy, she dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth, licking her juices from around the bell end and sucking every last drop of cum from the snake's eye hole at the tip as if her life depended on it.
'Holy shit Annie, that's f-f-f-fucking f-f-f-fantastic,' he stammered as her tongue flicked the V at the base of his glans and her fingers worked up and down his shaft, squeezing the remaining droplets of cum into her mouth.
'You can have that shag on the house,' she said, smiling up at him. 'I think I needed it almost as much as you did,' she added, giggling.
'You're an amazing woman Annie,' he said, helping her to her feet and pulling her towards him. 'What would you say to becoming my full time mistress and we'll forget about the debt altogether? After all, it's only money!'
Annie pressed her soft round breasts against Dermot's chest and kissed him hard on the lips. 'Hell yes, you gorgeous guy!' she said. 'That's an offer no self-respecting horny slutwife could ever refuse!
‘I’m so glad I suggested this way of settling the debt when Tom told me about his gambling habit! Now, get up on that bed. I haven’t finished with you yet, my new Master!’
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