Showing George the contract and the framed certificate

Abbey went home, aroused, eager, excited and scared. Once she was home, she cleaned herself up. She spent the rest of the day nervous, worried that George would be upset. That reality would not fulfil the expectation.

When it was close to George’s time to get home, she redressed in the chain-link costume and went into the living room. She placed the framed certificate in the middle of the living room rug and waited.

When, after what felt like hours, she heard the roller door for the garage, she knelt behind it, her legs spread wide. As George stepped into the room, he stopped. “Holy shit,” he said. “My god, you are sexy,” he dropped his briefcase and stepped closer. “What is that frame?”

Abbey swallowed, “It’s my debt certificate,” she said breathlessly.

“Your debt certificate?” George asked as he loosened his tie.

Abbey nodded, “I signed a contract and now have to pay it back. The certificate summarises the terms, in Arabic.”

George pulled his shirt off, “You really did it?” he asked.

Abbey could feel her nipples harden, pinched by the chain-link top. “I did.”

“And how much do you owe?” George asked, unbuckling his belt.

“Fourteen hundred, five per cent interest per day,” she said. Feeling more aroused every moment.

George slung his belt over his shoulder and pulled his pants down. Abbey licked her lips as his hard cock came into view. “You blew fourteen hundred dollars and have promised to fuck people to pay it back.”

Abbey was panting as she nodded. He took the belt into his hand, “You are whoring yourself out to pay a bill?”

“Yes,” she said hoarsely.

“My wife,” he said, stepping around her, “signed a contract to fuck strangers, to pay off a fourteen hundred dollar debt,” Abbey could see where this was going and nodded, unable to speak through her arousal. “And how much more are you planning on spending?”

“Lots,” she said as he pushed gently on her shoulder. She leant forward, exposing her arse to him, “thousands.”

She felt the sharp snap of the belt on her arse and gasped in pain and pleasure. “You are going to blow thousands on lingerie and fuck strangers to pay it back?” He asked before slapping her with the belt again.

“Yes,” she gasped through the pain and felt her cunt moistening. “Thousands and I will spend more.”

He smacked her arse with the belt again, and she shuddered as she came. “My wife is a slut.”

“Yes, your slut wife sold her cunt to a stranger for clothes,” she screamed.

George stopped halfway through a swing. He knelt behind her, “You look at the certificate as I fuck you. You think about what you agreed to and how you could end up pregnant to a stranger.”

“Please fuck me, fuck me hard, I deserve to be fucked hard,” Abbey panted as George stroked his cock across her dripping cunt lips.