Fiord Takes His Weekly Payment [CNC] [Spanking] [Humiliation] [Cheating]

“Take it easy on her alright? She can’t help it if her man’s a deadbeat” Herbert asked

The car slowed to a stop outside a modest home and Fiord smiled at his partner.

“Remind me to thank her husband.”

“Well I’m not allowed to go with you on this one. I’ll make the usual runs, back in an hour?”

Fiord thought about what he was about to do to the woman inside.

“Make it three, grab me something to eat on your way back. I’ll probably have an appetite.”

Herbert nodded and Fiord stepped outside with a quick look around. Fiord spotted a elderly man who’s account was definitely adding up, they made eye contact and the man began patting his pockets as if he forgot something and went back inside his house. Fiord wasn’t here for the old man, just his neighbor for today.

The walkway to the house was neatly decorated with plants that definitely weren’t here last week. The blinds in the window peaked open as he approached and the door swung open. A woman named Emily in a formal skirt and blouse opened the door. Her bright eyes blinked in confusion.

“Fiord, what… Dillon said he paid last week.”

“Oh I bet he did say that. May I come in?”

Emily’s eyes darted around the neighborhood.

“I guess” she said.

Fiord looked around the house once inside. He didn’t recognize any of the furniture, all of it new and much nicer than before. Fiord shook his head.

“It looks wonderful in here.”

Emily wrung her hands. If she didn’t get rid of Dillon all that stress would just suck those beautiful features dry. She was probably off to work but her blouse was slightly too low cut for her usual office job. A woman with cleavage like that had to be carful with her tops. Fiord knew she saw him staring.

“We can take it back still, I think. If I’d known he still owes I wouldn’t have let him get this stuff” Emily said.

“You have excellent taste. The bushes outside too, you plant those yourself?”

Emily looked away. He knew she was broke, Dillion didn’t like to share, Fiord wasn’t here for money. What he really wanted couldn’t be carried, but it could be savored. She was practically leaking it right now as she fidgeted under his gaze.

“Well they’re a little big, so we paid some guys to plant them. But I didn’t know we still owed Mr. Grouse!”

Fiord shot the squirming woman a chastising look.

“Everyone in this town owes Mr. Grouse, one way or another.”

She made a noise like she had trouble swallowing, perhaps he was being too harsh too soon. Fiord allowed himself into the rest of her newly furnished home. Even the carpet felt new as he stood on it.

It didn’t feel right to walk on brand new carpet with shoes. He backed off the downy floor while offering a sincere apology and attempted to kick his shoes off. They were entirely too tight to simply push off. Fiord smiled at Emily as he loosened the laces.

“I’d hate to walk on that brand new carpet with these.”

Emily just stood there wide eyed as if gauging how serious he was. Her blue eyes darted down and back up at his face, searching for some hint. Her black hair flipped as she cast an expectant look at the door.

“So, I guess you’re staying… Um, I kinda had something to do.”

“You do have something to do, every week.”

Emily’s hands took fistfuls of her skirt, her eyes searched him for mercy.

“They’re the last ones I have…”

“Actually, they aren’t yours anymore, now give ’em to me.”

Eyes low to the ground and red faced, the poor woman lifted the skirt up her luscious bare thighs. She reached underneath and reluctantly pulled her little black panties down her legs. Emily offered her weekly payment to her husband’s debt collector.

She usually needed help on this part, he took her by the wrist and lifted her underwear to his face. Fiord closed his eyes as he caught her tale tell scent, it raised the hair on his arm. There was little doubt in his mind these where her last pair. By the smell of them, Emily had worn these at least a few times.

“These are filthy” Fiord said.

Emily had already buried her shame riddled face in her free hand. Sweat and her musky pussy hung in the fabric likes perfume. He sniffed them deeply again and glared at her.

“You expect to pay me with these filthy panties?”

Her face pleaded with him.

“I can wash them! I just didn’t expect a visit.”

Fiord shook his head slowly and fixed her with a grave face. Pocketing her underwear he motioned her to follow as he went into the living room. The carpet felt so much better on his bare feet, he felt right at home. They reached the back of a ornately decorated sofa and he tapped it with his hand.

“Bend over right here, you really messed up this time.”

Emily’s eyes widened in shock, she looked between the sofa and him and shook her head.

“Mr. Grouse doesn’t let you do this, I know that for a fact.”

Fiord took her by the arm and gently guided her to the back of the couch until her thighs touched it.

“You’re right. But I’m not collecting for him right now” Fiord said.

Her face wrinkled in question

“I bought your husband’s debt, Emily. I bought it last week. Mr. Grouse doesn’t care what I do off the clock.”

His hand slowly ran up her back, he savored every curve. When his fingers reached her shoulders he applied gentle pressure to push her down. As he spoke, the realization spread across her pretty little face. Fiord explained further.

“You think Mr. Grouse would let a nobody like Dillon owe him that much money? That’s why Dillon isn’t dead by now, because it’s my rules now.”

Helplessly her back slowly gave and she bent further and further over the couch while he stroked her back with his fingers.

“So now I pay Mr. Grouse…”

When her whimpering face was planted in the cushions he raised a menacing hand over her rump higher and higher.

“…and you pay me.”

Emily was already wailing when he brought his hand down on her skirt covered ass. Her high heals came off the floor as he struck her vulnerable ass cheeks over and over. Fiord slapped her until he lost count in the frenzy of it all. The sound of her begging, those jiggling cheeks, he just couldn’t get enough. Every strike had her jumping and shaking, her pitiful moans muffled within the cushions.

By now she had paid roughly what she owed for the week and he took some extra swings for interest. Then he took a few more, his cock railed against the front of his pants. Perhaps he should have told her the going rate, but that really wasn’t necessary. Why ruin a good thing? As far as he was concerned her ass belonged to him anyway.

Fiord gave the lady a small break and ran his hand up and down her back as she caught her breath.

“How do you like your new sofa? Real pretty but it can take a little abuse, what a combo.”

She didn’t answer him, which he felt was understandable. Perhaps Emily resented him. Well if she didn’t like that, she definitely wouldn’t like what came next. Slowly his hand slid down her round ass.

With relish, Fiord hooked a finger under her skirt. He pulled it up so slowly that she stood on her toes to hide her ass for as long as possible. Eventually she had her ass bare for him to see. The pink hand marks on her cheeks called out to him and he gently soothed them with the same hand that placed them there.

“Now hold still” he said.

His hand went below, down between her thighs. Then he felt the heat and followed it. Fiord smiled when her felt her little furry pussy for the first time. She tried to move but he pinched her clit for squirming and she cried out.

“Hold still.”

Emily’s pleading moans fell on deaf ears, he was too busy listening his fingers open her pussy up.

“Shhh. Hear how nasty you sound?”

He tasted his fingers.

“Terrible.”

So he went back for more and noisily slurped his fingers clean. Fiord licked her shame off his fingers like strawberry jam. It was delightful. His fingers went inside covered in spit, and came out coated in her gooy nectar. Soon he would replace his finger with something a little bigger.

“Look at this hairy pussy, taking three fingers just like that.”

“Stop…”

“Stop? That’s not what your slut hole says. Maybe a fourth even?”

“Oh…”

Now Emily was really stretching as her slimy pussy accommodated his vigorous fingers. It was just too much for him to take. She whipped her head around when she heard his pants unzip. He pulled his cock out for her to see.

“You don’t mind do you?”

“Wait, Fiord, just wait a minute.”

He brought her hands behind her back and gathered her wrists in his hand.

“Quiet, and I’ll go slow.”

Of course she objected, but when she felt what he was about to shove inside her the protest fell to a dismayed moan. And he went slow as promised, at first. It really wasn’t his problem if she was too tight. The sofa began to scoot with every thrust of his hips.

He pulled her head out of the cushions and tore at the buttons on her blouse. The shirt held up more resistance than it’s owner, so he ripped it open and sent the buttons scattering. A quick pull down on her bra had her floppy tits spilling into his rough squeezing hands. He pinched her nipples to listen to her squeal.

Emily’s pussy was worth every bit of debt he took on for her husband. True it was a shame that a spineless shit like Dillon was still breathing, but his wife really did have squeezable tits. He couldn’t even hold all of her in his hands. Firod pressed his face into the back of her head while he fucked her from behind.

The longer he fucked her the more sensitive his cock grew. Her succulent pussy was practically begging for it, and he wasn’t about make her wait. Fiord could hear her moaning despite herself, not that her pleasure mattered, he owed her nothing more than a pussy full of cum.

And he was about to cum. It built slowly and he held back as long as possible but he found himself only fucking her harder. Emily begged him to pull out of her but it didn’t have her desired effect. He dung his fingers deep into her oversized tits when his cock began to throb inside her body.

She did her best to get away but he lifted her feet off the floor as he pumped her full of cum. Only a woman off the pill squirmed like that. He didn’t stop until her pussy had milked him dry. He dropped her cum leaking body on her brand new sofa. She covered her face with both hands.

“Get out” She said.

Firod nodded and straighten his suit out. Her pussy grool covered the front of his pants but he had brought another pair in Herbert’s car. Before he left he took one last look at her as she caught her breath.

“If you cook my bun in your oven I’ll cut that debt in half, something to think about until tomorrow.”

She sat up and the cum inside her flowed out freely.

“Tomorrow, not next week?”

“Tomorrow, the day after, yeah. Tell Dillon I’ll come by early tomorrow, it’s gunna be a long day. Maybe he should get a hotel room.”

Thank you for reading

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