Payment Begins

You stare at her for a long moment, savoring the sight of the beautiful young wife forced to say those filthy words out loud.

“Good girl,” you finally say with a satisfied, greasy smile. “Now that we understand each other…”

You push past her into the apartment, closing the door behind you with a loud click. Madison stands frozen as you walk over to the living room couch and sit down heavily, your fat body sinking into the cushions.

You spread your legs wide and pat your thigh.

“Come here, Madison. Stand in front of me.”

She hesitates, tears still in her eyes, but eventually walks over slowly.

“Take off the dress,” you order calmly. “I want to see what I’m forgiving two months of rent for.”

Madison’s hands shake as she reaches behind her back. She slowly unzips the red dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a matching black lace bra and panties. Her body is incredible — perky tits, toned waist, and smooth skin.

You groan in approval.

“Now the bra.”

She reaches back and unhooks it, letting her breasts spill free. Her nipples are already hard from nervousness.

You point at the floor between your spread legs.

“On your knees.”

Madison kneels in front of you, looking up at your ugly face with shame and disgust.

You unzip your pants and pull out your thick, already hard cock. It throbs heavily in front of her face.

“Be a good wife and thank me properly for being so generous,” you say, grabbing the back of her head gently but firmly. “Use your mouth.”

Madison hesitates for several long seconds, her soft lips barely touching the swollen head of your cock. You can feel her warm breath on your shaft as she struggles internally.

You tighten your grip on the back of her head, not forcing her down yet, but making it clear she doesn’t have a choice.

“Go on,” you growl. “Suck it. Show me how grateful you are for letting you stay in my building.”

With a quiet, defeated whimper, Madison finally closes her eyes and takes more of your thick cock into her mouth. Her lips stretch around your girth as she starts to slowly bob her head. The wet, warm sensation of her mouth feels incredible.

“Mmm… that’s it,” you groan, leaning back on the couch. “Use your tongue too, slut.”

She obeys, swirling her tongue awkwardly around the head while she sucks. Her technique is hesitant and inexperienced, but the sight of this beautiful young wife on her knees in nothing but black lace panties — sucking your fat, ugly cock — makes up for it.

You watch her intently, enjoying every second of her humiliation. A few tears escape her eyes and run down her cheeks as she works more of your length into her mouth.

“Eyes up here,” you command. “Look at me while you suck.”

Madison reluctantly lifts her gaze. The shame and disgust in her eyes as she looks up at your sweaty, ugly face while her lips are wrapped around your cock is pure perfection.

You groan loudly and push her head a little deeper, making her gag softly as your thick shaft hits the back of her throat.

“Relax your throat,” you order, your voice thick with pleasure. “You’re going to take more of me whether you like it or not.”

Madison makes a wet, choking sound but doesn’t pull away. Her hands come up to rest on your thick thighs for balance as she struggles to breathe through her nose. Tears continue streaming down her cheeks, smearing her makeup.

You hold her there for a few seconds, savoring the tight, warm feeling of her throat spasming around your cock, before you finally let her pull back a little. She gasps for air, strings of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening shaft.

“Don’t stop,” you growl, pushing her head back down. “Keep sucking. Use your hand too.”

Madison obeys, wrapping her small hand around the base of your fat cock while her head bobs up and down. The wet, sloppy sounds of her reluctant blowjob fill the living room. She’s clearly not used to someone your size, but she’s trying — swirling her tongue, sucking harder when you groan, doing everything she can to make this end faster.

You lean back further on the couch, one hand still tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm.

“Look at you,” you moan with dark satisfaction. “Such a proper married woman… on your knees blowing your disgusting landlord just to keep a roof over your head. How does it feel, Madison?”

She doesn’t answer — she just keeps sucking, her eyes filled with shame as she stares up at you.

You can feel your balls tightening. Her warm mouth and the sight of her teary, humiliated face are pushing you close to the edge.