For the past eleven months, once a week, I've been visiting a man for sex, one who took advantage of my stupidity. He's a loaner of money to people such as myself, who can't get money elsewhere. I wanted the money to buy my husband a new truck for his business after his old one died. Unfortunately I didn't figure on losing my job and it became increasingly difficult to repay the money I owed.
I was given a choice. Either I get the money any way I could, have my husband or one of my family members visited, or take up the offer the money lender gave me. Work out my loan with my mouth pussy and asshole. Not able to get the money immeadiately and not wanting my husband knowing where I'd gotten the money for his truck, plus wanting him and my family to be safe, I chose the last option.
The first time I walked into the motel room and striped naked, I was nearly sick. Not only with nerves and disgust of myself, but by the sight of the man who I'd have to have sex with, or more over, the size of his manhood. It is the biggest cock, certainly I've ever seen. And he was casually masturbating it as I striped naked.
I tried not to enjoy myself, I tried not to let him know when he was licking my pussy and asshole, he was giving me more pleasure than my husband had ever given me. The orgasm I had gave me away, as did the moan the first time his huge cock entered my pussy. I was working away my debt and I was completely enjoying it by the time he'd slid his enormous cock up my asshole from behind. I practically begged him to make me cum again, as he fucked me from one powerful orgasm to another.
Gone was my revulsion of the thing I was doing, gone was the fear of the man who was giving me the best sex of my life. And a new passion for his massive cock, fucking me deep and hard replaced any doubts I had before I walked into the motel room. Not even his minder sat in the corner, watching me being fucked, put me off telling him I wanted more when he came, flooding my asshole. And he knew then, I was his.
Afterwards we worked out how many times I'd have to fuck him to repay the debt. I knew the money I owed him was nothing in his world. I also knew he was married to a woman who probably wouldn't do half the sexual things we'd do over the next eleven months.
The debt was worked off two months ago, but I can't stop wanting to see him. I know I'm his piece of pussy and ass on the side, and I also know once he finds another stupid woman to have fun with, I'll be told to stop visiting him. But all the same I'm totally enraptured by him, or in reality, his amazingly thick orgasm giving cock.