Early Monday morning, Harry was having his morning coffee when he saw a car pull up and Erin get out. She was again dressed to the nines. Immaculate makeup, hair in a tight bun, and the tight blouse and short skirt made her look like the world’s sexiest secretary. Welcome to the best week of my life, thought Harry.
Erin expected the doorbell to be answered with a “good morning’” or maybe “you’re early” but instead all she heard was “get on your knees”.
“No, not here!”
“You’re forgetting the rules. This is only going to work if you do what I say this week!”
At this point Erin just wanted to get it over and done with. She knelt down right there on the stoop, expecting to be washing off in the shower in about 30 seconds time. The cold Boston air put a halt to that. It felt like an age but eventually Harry unloaded all over her. Smiling, he helped her up and said “come on in, every time I get hard this week, that’s what’s going to happen”.
“Oh, is that another rule is it?”
That was the third outfit that would have to be dry cleaned, thought Erin. What would the dry cleaner be thinking by now! At least she had been smart enough to tie her hair back this time, saving another round of shampoo. As she stepped out of the shower she thought through the numbers. This really is a massive task, she realized. It feels like it has been raining cum for weeks now, and I’m not even a fraction of the way there. 20 minutes later Erin emerged into the lounge. She had her hair tied into a bun underneath a baseball cap, was wearing an old t-shirt and tracksuit pants. She even had her glasses on.
“Welcome to cum mode!” joked Erin to Harry, who by now was getting set up in the home office for the day. Erin explained that this way she didn’t need to run to the shower every time. She didn’t care if these clothes became rock hard with cum stains, and if her hair and eyes could escape the blasts then it made life easy for her.
Harry couldn’t help but admit to being impressed by the level of planning.
With Harry’s day of work about to start in the home office, Erin thought seeing as she was dressed for the occasion she may as well add another facial to the tally. She began to unzip Harry’s pants and reach inside.
Harry stopped her hand and reminded her that he was in charge of all facials as per the agreement.
“So I can’t touch you?”
“You got it!”
“Well what if I do anyways?”
“You might well end up covered in cum but it won’t count towards the 57.”
By this point Harry was exceptionally proud of his contract. Certainly no other piece of paper had ever worked out so well for him. Erin was growing quite sick of his bullshit and was determined to use his own words against him.
“But it’s a rule that every time you get hard you have to you cum on me, yes?” she countered.
Harry rolled his eyes at having to repeat what they had just been over but agreed and went to work. That left Erin on the couch to think through her predicament. She couldn’t touch his cock, but every time he got hard, he had to follow through with a facial. Erin looked at her outfit. It certainly wasn’t going to induce too many boners. She took the cap and glasses off. I could wear something sexy she thought, but then she remembered the dry cleaning bill. During the good days in their marriage Erin had been told so many times that she had a great rack. Compromising, she took her bra off. Her great tits now bounced around under the thin shirt, and those big nipples were on display.
An hour later Harry emerged from the office in between calls to make a coffee. He didn’t shoot Erin a second glance as he was in work mode now. Erin had her back to him but now turned around and walked towards him. She walked with a much bigger bounce in her step than usual. Harry was mesmerized by her nipples going every which way under that thin shirt. He continued to make his coffee but a few seconds later Erin pointed out that he was getting hard. Minutes later Erin’s face was once again covered in jizz and Harry’s coffee was cold. She noticed some in her hair and thought, hey I’ll just wash it tonight.
As Harry went back to the office she returned to the couch. God that made her wet, she thought. A nasty idea sprung up. At lunch Harry came out once again, and once again Erin walked seductively over to him. She was still covered in his jizz from two hours earlier. By now one of her eyes was only half open and she had a thick crust of cum on her cheek. Enough had run down onto her shirt that it was almost see through. This new slutty side of Erin was too much for Harry and she was soon one step closer to the magical number of 57.
Erin tried the same trick a few more times that afternoon, but Harry just didn’t get hard. He was spent. She was very uncomfortable by now from having 2 loads run down and dry on her body all afternoon. That night as she had a very long shower and attempted to clean her hair as best she could, she was depressed. Although her slutty surprise for Harry had excited him and she had extracted two more loads, the effect soon wore off. She hadn’t gone to all the trouble of moving over here for a week to not get the down payment in time. She had to step things up.
At 530 the next morning, Erin’s alarm rang out. She sprang out of bed with renewed purpose. She threw on her now rather rigid t-shirt and tracksuit pants and snuck quietly into Harry’s room. Carefully peeling back the sheets, her suspicions were confirmed. Harry was still fast asleep but was sporting morning wood. Erin nudged Harry awake and pointed downwards. Harry was still half asleep and rolled over, not quite putting it all together. Get your cock out, said a determined Erin. If only she had been this determined to start her business when there wasn’t a tsunami of jizz standing in the way she smirked. A man of his word if nothing else, it took Harry a little longer to get things going as he woke up. He wasn’t in the mood but then again there were worse ways to wake up. He slapped Erin on the face a couple of times with his cock, relishing his role of being in control, and before too long it was time once again. Harry seemed to have a laser-like aim at Erin’s eyes this time. In her morning rush she had left her glasses behind, and knew she was going to have bloodshot eyes all day now – she was quite the expert in this area by this point. She grabbed the bottom of her cum shirt and wiped out her eyes.
“That’s 8”
By this point the clothes were unwearable and she threw them into the hamper as she entered the shower. Erin started to think about how she was going to manage to get more than yesterday’s three cum loads out of Harry today, by her calculations there were around 20 days remaining until the offer on the boutique closed, and she had, my goodness, almost 50 more loads to coax out of that cock, all without touching it. Erin fingered her thick red bush at the thought and she came hard in the shower.
Harry was on an early call with a difficult client and concentrating hard. His office door opened and there was Erin, completely naked. His client was almost yelling at him down the phone at this point, but that was overruled by Erin’s great rack. He had seen her nude many times in their marriage, but it was always a sneaky glance when she showered or dressed, not so blatant like this. Her nipples were hard and doing a real number on him. Erin hardly looked him in the face, as by now all she was looking for was that cock. Sure enough it was growing. Erin knelt down inches from it and made lewd hand motions at Harry that he needed to cum on her. He got off the call and it took only a few seconds before Erin was once again plastered.
She sat on the couch, pleased with the efforts this morning and thinking she would try the usual trick of keeping the cum on her. She remembered how it had only really worked once and was not exactly the most comfortable to wear all day. Ten minutes later a cum covered Erin walked back into the office. By now Harry was into his morning emails. She sat on the couch and systematically wiped every drop of cum off of her body and rubbed it all over her hairy bush. It was an absolute mess and an obscene sight. She knew Harry needed more time to recover, so as she stood to leave she simply said:
“Every drop is going in my pussy today” and walked out.
Across the rest of the day Erin’s strategy worked pretty well. She spent the whole day nude, confronting Harry with increasingly brazen poses to get him hard. By the end of the night she had her legs spread wide open and was showing him her semen filled pussy and cum stained red bush. By now her pubes were a rock hard matted thatch of dried cum. Harry was a desiccated husk of a man by the end of the day and was 5 loads lighter. He realized that getting a boner and being forced to deliver a load really was quite hard work.
That night in the shower Erin realized a little problem. She had been washing her bush for some time, but all that dried jizz had matted her pubes together. Thinking quickly she grabbed a pair of scissors and started to trim out the worst knots. Ten minutes later, most of the knots were gone, but so were most of her pubes. Erin had never had anything less than a full triangle, but after all this trimming she could see her lips and clit very clearly for the first time. She had never looked at her pussy like this and it felt sexy to her. She had to admit it made her feel even more naked and that was a turn on.
“I wonder how many boners a bald pussy is worth,” she thought as she reached for the razor.
The next morning she was completing her new morning routine – wake up, grab a coffee, find the morning wood, get cummed on and then go for breakfast. It was funny how quickly things became normal. She was in her cum outfit and had casually wiped the jizz off her face with her freshly washed old t-shirt. Walking around the house with cum stains on your clothes now hardly even raised a second thought.
Harry had also quickly adapted. His separated wife hadn’t worn a stitch of clothing all day yesterday, but now she was dressed again. She even seemed to be wearing a bra, which by this point seemed majorly overdressed. Harry knew the game was to get him hard and his mind was running wild as to what Erin had in store for him today.
After his first call of the morning he sprang out of the home office, knowing that Erin must have a plan ready to enact. By now his cock was sore and he was sure there couldn’t be any more jizz left in him, but curiosity got the better of him. She was just casually wandering around in her cum stained shirt, which was long on her. She’d lost the track suit pants, must be in the wash he thought. Erin too seemed to be less cum-focused than normal. She was sipping a cup of coffee and casually pointed up high to something on the ceiling. As her arms reached up, the hem of her shirt moved in the same direction and a glimpse of her freshly shaved cunt was had by Harry. Erin smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing.
Harry’s reaction was visceral. Even when times had been good, Erin had been a hard nut to crack, yet here she was with a bald pussy and flashing it at him. He started to tell her how hot she looked with a bald pussy but it was her turn to be in control. She put her finger to his lips and simply said:
“Less talk more cum”
This was a big one. As Harry sat slumped on the couch breathing deeply, half conscious by this point, Erin sat across from him and expertly scooped the jizz off all its usual places. She spread her bald pussy lips and put as much as she could inside. Harry was transfixed and was looking forward to later that day when he would be ready to cum again. His jizz started to drip back out of Erin’s pussy as she sat there, legs spread wide. Harry couldn’t believe what was happening when his cock stirred, and minutes later Erin got an enthusiastic extra few drops out which she calmly inserted into herself
“Holy shit, I need to have a lie down” gasped Harry, canceling his next work call.
The tables turned that day with Erin not needing to make any effort whatsoever to trick Harry into getting hard. He could think of nothing more than giving Erin more cum and watching her work it into that sexy shaved cunt. Repeatedly he was jacking his cock, begging it to get hard so that he could see that beautiful sight once again.
That night Harry had moisturizer on his cock and a bag of ice on his balls as he remembered the six loads on what would be a day he would never forget.
For the rest of the week Erin was sure to wake up early and collect the morning wood, but nothing compared to the ‘day of the shaved twat’ as they joked. Each day she tried whatever obscene idea she could come up with, but she was rapidly running out of ideas and Harry was running out of jizz. Sunday night arrived and it was time for her to head back to her apartment and her job. They sat down and did the figures. Harry had managed 25 orgasms in the week. A herculean effort. Erin had to admit that through the matted hair and bloodshot eyes she had a lot of fun. She wasn’t that semi-repressed Catholic girl any more. She had now received 31 facials but needed to get another 26 in the next 14 days if she was to get that deposit. Distraught, Erin just knew that was too many. Getting across town, lining up schedules to get cummed on twice a day just seemed beyond her. Erin tried a hail mary.
“Harry, surely my debt is cleared now. We might be short on the facials but look at this bald pussy” she begged as she flashed her secret weapon at him.
“I’ll think about it,” said Harry. Fuck his cock was sore.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/u72zc6/wife_faces_her_debt_part_4