Debt Collector Takes Sexy Housewife for an Anal Favor to Delay Payment
Summary:
The sexy housewife Jule receives an unexpected visit from a debt collector. She can’t pay her husband’s debts. The debt collector grants her a delay – but only under one condition.
Debt Collector Visits: Paying Off Husband’s Debts
I was standing at the kitchen table when there was a knock on the door. A deep, firm pounding. My heart skipped a beat, then sped up.
It wasn’t like the usual knock from friends or neighbors. I knew it was a stranger. Maybe the one my husband had warned me about.
I hastily wiped my hands on my apron and went to the door. I hoped it was a mistake, but when I opened it, there he stood. Tall, muscular, with sharp features that carried a hint of danger.
His eyes locked on me as if they already knew the outcome of our conversation. No greeting. No pleasantries. I immediately felt he wasn’t here for something harmless.
“Your husband owes me a lot of money,” he said, his voice deep and rough. No emotion, no hesitation. Just a fact.
I swallowed hard. “He’s not here…”
He snorted quietly and let his gaze slide over me as if I were the answer to a problem he’d already solved. “I know,” he said curtly. “That’s why I’m here.”
I felt my throat dry up. “I… I don’t have the money.”
He took a step forward. A hint of leather and something that smelled like fresh air and danger filled my nose. I wanted to step back, but my legs felt heavy.
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“Then we’ll have to find another solution, won’t we?” His eyes narrowed, and a smile crept across his face. But it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was one that knew exactly what was coming next.
“I… I can…” My voice faltered. What should I do? My husband had gotten us into this mess, and now I was standing here, alone.
Bent Over the Sofa: Skirt Lifted and Panties Pulled Down
The man stepped closer, almost standing right in front of me now. His hand reached for my cheek, and I flinched. But he held me tight.
“Calm down,” he said quietly, as if speaking to a frightened animal.
I trembled, still unsure of what to do or say. So, I let him talk.
“I’ll give you a delay,” he said, his hand sliding down slightly, brushing my chin. “But not for free.”
His words sank deep into my thoughts. I knew what he meant before he even said it.
“Turn around,” he ordered, pointing to the sofa in the living room.
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I hesitated. My heart raced. But something in his stance left no room for argument. With trembling fingers, I undid my apron and let it fall to the floor before slowly turning and walking to the sofa.
I felt his gaze on my back, on my hips. My hands shook as I bent over the armrest, pressing my face deep into the cushions.
“That’s better,” he murmured, stepping behind me. “Skirt up.”
My fingers dug into the fabric as he reached for my skirt himself and slowly lifted it.
Inches by inches, he pushed the fabric up until my thighs were bare, and my panties came into view.
Stranger Strokes Housewife’s Anus
I felt the cool air brush my skin as he slid the skirt over my ass.
“Nice view,” he murmured, satisfied. I bit my lip as his fingers traced the edge of my panties. His touch was firm, determined.
Without warning and without hesitation, he slid them off, pulling the fabric over my hips, down my thighs, and letting them drop to the floor.
My breath caught as I lay there, exposed and vulnerable. I could feel the man’s eyes exploring every curve of my body, his gaze resting on my bare ass.
He let his hand glide over my ass, first lightly, as if exploring its shape, then firmer. His grip became more determined.
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“At least someone has something to offer me,” he muttered with a mocking smile in his voice. I wanted to squirm, but he held me tight.
His fingers stroked lower, between my ass cheeks. My skin tingled under his touch, and my breath fluttered.
His hand paused before his index finger slid over my anus. A soft moan escaped me before I could suppress it. He heard it, of course, and his grin widened.
“You like this more than you’re willing to admit,” he growled as he continued to rub my sensitive rear entrance.
My fingers clenched the cushions, and my breath came in short gasps. I wanted to resist, but my body reacted differently, obeying him, not my mind.
Caressing and Fingering the Anus with His Index Finger
His finger pressed gently against my anus, and I felt my body tense.
I had never let anyone touch me there, not even my husband… and now he just entered me as if he had every right.
The pressure increased, and then his finger actually slid inside me. At first, just the fingertip, slowly, deliberately. Then the rest. I gasped as he pushed deeper. Why did it tingle so much?
“Stay still,” he whispered, pushing his finger further inside me.
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I flinched but couldn’t stop it. Yet at the same time, I felt my body longing for more, a tingling spreading through my belly.
Then he pulled his finger out, letting it briefly glide over my anus again before pushing back in, this time faster, harder.
I bit my lip, and my body trembled beneath him. I should feel ashamed, but a part of me enjoyed it, enjoyed the control he had over me, enjoyed the heat spreading inside me. A very large part, in fact.
“You like that,” he said, satisfied, moving his finger in and out of me. “Maybe you and your husband should owe me money more often.”
I moaned softly, unable to respond. My thoughts were a mess, my body quivering, my skin burning like fire.
Then, suddenly, he withdrew, leaving me breathless on the sofa for a moment. But he wasn’t done yet.
Debt Collector Takes Sexy Housewife for an Anal Favor to Delay Payment
I felt him moving behind me, felt him undoing his pants. My heart raced as I felt his hard cock press against my ass.
“This will feel even better,” he murmured before leaning over me. His grip on my hips was firm.
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He pressed his cock against my anus, and I felt him slowly enter me. I let out a loud moan, unable to hide the pain and pleasure he was giving me.
He pushed deeper inside me, and my body trembled. Each thrust was hard, deep, and I couldn’t stop one moan after another from escaping my mouth.
His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me harder against him as he thrust into me again and again.
“Yes, that’s good,” he murmured, his breath heavy. Each thrust nearly drove me crazy. It wouldn’t be long before I was done, that was certain. Soon after, I let out a loud cry, clutching the cushions.
Finally, he pulled out, his grip loosening for a moment. But he wasn’t finished yet.
I felt him withdraw his cock from me, then he released his hot cum onto my ass. I felt the warm liquid trickling down my skin.
I lay there, breathless, my body trembling. But I couldn’t deny that a part of me had enjoyed it. A surprisingly large part.
He stood up, pulled up his pants, and took a step back. “That was your first delay,” he said, giving my ass a slap. “We’ll meet again.”
And with those words, he left the house.
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