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Paybacks Are A Bitch! Chapter 2 free porn video
"Nicholas! Wha-what are you doing?" Honey asked, alarmed.
"Mrs. Davidson, you have agreed to come work for me to pay off you and your husband's debt to me. That is all well and good. But that is for future payments. It does not cover this month's payment–which is, I might add, overdue now.
"Like any other lender, there are penalties for missing a payment or being late with it. So we are going to take care of that late penalty tonight. I will tack this month's payment back onto what you owe me, and we'll start our new payment plan from here on," he said calmly.
"What do you mean... penalty?" she asked fearfully.
"Why, I'm going to spank your ass good and proper and then I'm going to fuck your ass good and proper. Between the two, you will remember to make your payments on time in the future!" he said, matter-of-factly.
"WHAT? Nicholas, you can't! Please, you can't!" she cried.
"Mrs. Davidson, do I really have to explain this to you again? You are not in a position to make the rules here. You owe me a debt and were supposed to make a payment on that today. Since you obviously do not have my money, I must impose a penalty for not making the payment.
"I cannot charge you a monetary penalty–you don't have my payment this month, so why would I expect you to have the money for a late fee?
"No, I have to figure out another way. And this is what I have chosen. And it stands to reason if you are going to work off your debt in my club, I should see what I am hiring. Think of it as a job interview!" he said.
"But... but, Nicholas!" she said, wide-eyed.
"Enough talk, Mrs. Davidson, I am a busy man. Now get over here and lay over my knees like a good girl!" he said.
Honey approached him slowly... cautiously. She wasn't sure about this idea and was wondering if she'd bitten off more than she could chew. Maybe Charles had been right, maybe Mr. Sarantos wasn't a man to be trifled with. But it was too late to back out now.
Honey moved a bit closer and that's when Mr. Sarantos took action. With the speed of a cobra, he reached out and grabbed Honey by the upper arm. Nearly jerking the poor woman off her feet, he pulled her over his knees in one smooth quick motion.
In the blink of an eye, Honey found herself laying over his lap with her legs and upper body on the leather sofa on either side of him and her ass and hips directly over his legs.
He hiked up her dress and pulled down her panties, exposing her creamy ass to his view... and his hand. He rubbed his hand over her smooth, warm flesh, and at first Honey trembled, unsure of what he was going to do next.
But as he caressed her silky firm cheeks, she slowly relaxed a bit and began to almost enjoy what he was doing to her.
"You know, Mrs. Davidson, you are a very lovely woman... you certainly do not look your age. I am quite sure you will be a hit at the club and hopefully, your dancing will bring us both the financial benefits we desire.
"I am a very good judge of talent, and while you may not have experience dancing as a stripper, you have the looks for one and I think you could do well once you get over your initial shyness and moralities," he said, stroking her ass gently.
"Please, Nicholas..." Honey said, half-moaning and half-pleading.
She was embarrassed–an adult woman being put over a strange man's lap and her panties pulled down for a bare-assed spanking. Yet at the same time, his words and caresses, coupled with the whole naughty girl getting spanked idea was beginning to really turn her on.
Honey didn't want to admit it, but she could feel herself getting damp and was a little curious to see where this would lead.
"Yes, you have a lovely ass here... I'm sure the men at the club will be most interested in seeing you shake it for them," he said.
Honey had always been proud of her body. That's why she took such good care of herself. And she thought her ass was one of her best features. She always believed in leaving the men with a good impression!
Now laying over this handsome man's lap, she was getting complimented as well as caressed on her tight, firm ass. Honey moaned louder, knowing she was pleasing him.
Just as she was relaxing and enjoying his hands on her, he raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her upturned ass unexpectedly.
SMACK!
Honey whirled her head around to look at him, her eyes wide with stunned surprise. "OH! Nicholas!"
SMACK! Another blow landed, this time on the other cheek and now she sported two large red handprints one on each cheek almost as if they were shaking hands.
"Nicholas, please!" But her pleas fell on deaf ears as he was determined to finish his work.
With her ass warmed a bit now, he wanted to move things along. So without warning, he launched into a barrage of hard blows, swatting her ass with his open hand and alternating cheeks and target areas to cover her ass completely. He didn't pause for more than a second until the string of swats had finished.
"OH! Ouch! Nicholas! Oh, please! Owch!" Honey cried with each blow. She squirmed and wriggled trying to avoid or at least lessen the blows to her tender backside, but he held her firmly and she couldn't do much more than complain.
After the flurry of swats was finished, he let her rest for a minute. She wasn't crying, but her ass was red and hot from the stinging blows. As he examined her ass, rubbing his hand over the hot skin, he noticed a glint of moisture between her legs.
Mr. Sarantos smiled. He had been right–this refined, classy, proud woman had a secret side to her... one which she tried hard to keep from showing to anyone. But he had discovered it, and now he was going to exploit it for his personal benefit!
"So, Mrs. Davidson, it would seem that you aren't the prim and proper homemaker you would like us all to think you are! You are wet from being spanked by a strange man! You have a bit of naughty slut tucked inside that sweet wife exterior, don't you, my dear!"
"Ohhh..." Honey moaned.
Mr. Sarantos didn't know it, but Honey Davidson had a weakness when it came to sex. Actually, she had several turn-ons, but one of the major ones was dirty talk. She just loved to be called names and talked dirty too! And she loved talking dirty right back as well.
Being called a naughty slut–especially right after being bare-assed spanked–was all it took to light her fire.
He ran his hand down between her thighs and rubbed her pussy for a moment, feeling the wetness there and getting a good whiff of the delicious aroma she was giving off. But the sofa they were on prevented her from spreading her legs too far and hampered his efforts.
"Stand up!" he said, pushing her up off him. Honey got off his lap and stood up, straightening her dress a bit to look presentable.
"No need for that. Take off the dress."
"W-what?"
"You heard me, slut. Take off that dress and hand it to me." Mr. Sarantos held out his hand expectedly.
Knowing it was pointless to argue with him (and it would probably end up getting her another spanking), she began undressing.
With trembling fingers she unzipped the back of her dress and slipped the shoulder straps off, letting the dress slide down her body and puddle on the floor around her feet. She gingerly stepped out of the cloth circle and picked it up, handing it to him.
Mr. Sarantos neatly folded the dress and hung it over the arm of the sofa, taking care not to wrinkle the dress. Honey appreciated the concern he took for her dress, it was the best dress she had.
The first thing that Mr. Sarantos noticed about Honey's new state of undress was her bra. Honey had worn a suggestive, risque' open-cup shelf bra, the kind that supports a woman's breasts but doesn't cover up anything.
She had hoped dressing sexy and the little poke in her dress would work in her favor. Now, however, she stood in front of him barely wearing anything at all!
"Very nice, Mrs. Davidson. I see you did come to negotiate after all!" he smiled.
Honey's cheeks turned as red as her ass and she felt a familiar, yet inappropriate, wetness in her skimpy panties.
Once he had hung the dress over the sofa arm, he turned back to her. "Now then, let's see just what we can do about that leaky pussy shall we?" He pulled her by the arm around to the back of the sofa then bent her forward so she was holding onto the back of the sofa.
He reached up and pulled her panties down again. But this time instead of just pulling them down a little, he removed them completely.
"Now the bra," he said.
Honey removed her bra handing it to him as well. He tossed them onto the sofa cushion in front of her so she could see that she was totally exposed to him now. The idea that she was now practically naked and bent over the sofa with her ass in the air had a definite effect on her, leaving her feeling aroused and euphoric.
He lightly tapped the inside of her ankles with his foot, "Spread those legs wide for me, slut."
Honey spread her legs as wide as she dared–she was already weak-kneed from the spanking and the sexual references and innuendos he had already made, and she knew that he was far from finished with her. She couldn't have been any more correct.
Kneeling down behind her, he ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, starting just above her knee. He moved excruciatingly slowly, letting her imagine what he was planning to do and letting the suspense build.
She trembled more with every inch he climbed until he got so close to her wet, needy pussy she sucked in a breath, ready to scream out her pleasure as he toyed with her.
But instead of sliding his fingers into her dripping hole, he moved his hand around to the meat of her ass cheek to squeeze and maul the fleshy globe. His other hand did likewise with her other cheek and he spread them apart to see her glistening pink interior.
"Oh, God! Oh, Nicholas! Ohhh..." she squealed as she felt a hot tongue push deep into her pussy and his face squeeze between her spread cheeks.
Honey's first instinct was to pull away from the invasive tongue, but he had already figured on that and pushed her forward until her thighs pushed up against the back of the huge sofa.
There, pinned against the practically immovable object, she had no place to go. She was trapped and at the mercy of the wriggling, squirming, tormenting tongue!
And that tongue went right to work, twisting and writhing inside her warm tunnel, searching every fold and wrinkle, looking for its delicious reward. He licked and lapped up every drop as fast as she could produce them. Honey, meanwhile, went out of her mind. She loved being eaten, and this man knew exactly what to do to make a banquet out of her!
As he feasted on her sweet pussy, Honey twisted and writhed and moaned. But try as she might to escape the torment, he kept her pinned securely to the sofa and she could only suffer through it to the end.
Mr. Sarantos gorged himself on her tender pussy and the sweet syrupy juices it provided him for several long minutes. It was sheer agony for Honey who hadn't had much attention as of late. But he was certainly making up for it with his limitless appetite!
"Oh, God, Nicholas! Oh, my husband doesn't eat me like this! Oh, it feels sooo good! Yes, ooh right there! Oh fuck yes!" she cooed as his tongue touched every hot spot she had.
With her moans and words of encouragement as his road map, his tongue roamed all around inside her, seeking out the pearls of sweetness and leaving her panting and trembling.
Honey had never felt anything so exquisite. He was like a skilled surgeon, hitting only the best spots and not wasting a single movement. His tongue danced across her nerve endings, plucking each one in turn until she felt she would surely pass out in her delirium.
Suddenly and without warning, she came to her end. "Oh God, I'm... I'm cuuummminnnggg!"
And she did, pouring out a flood of fresh sweet juices to feed his ravenous appetite. He lapped up the fresh juices even as she came, the dual sensations enhancing one another and pushing them both to new heights.
She twisted and squirmed, tossing her head and causing her hair to resemble a blonde hurricane as her rapture took control of her. For Honey, this orgasm lasted an eternity, but in reality, it only lasted a minute or so, leaving her limp and drained, draped over the sofa back like her dress draped over the arm.
He let her rest for a bit until he felt she was able to stand on her own. And while Honey would have been perfectly content to go back home after such an enjoyable and satisfying orgasm, Mr. Sarantos had more fun planned for her.
As soon as her breathing had calmed a bit and she had the strength to push herself up off the sofa back, he picked up her panties, grabbing her upper arm at the same time, and started half walking her/half dragging her towards the back of the house and the master bedroom that awaited her there.
Once he shut the bedroom door, he turned to Honey. She stood in the middle of the room naked except for her garter belt, stockings, and heels.
Mr. Sarantos's first observations of Honey's appearance proved even more on the mark now that he saw her in only her underwear. Her 5'5" frame was well proportioned with her 36DD tits capturing his first attention.
She had long, lean legs which looked all the better encased in her seamed stockings. Her garter belt served not only to hold her stockings up but to frame her very neat pussy with its soft blonde fur and tucked in lips, just starting to peek out as they had become swollen with her excitement.
Honey stood there trembling as he walked slowly around her, surveying her and sizing her up like he was about to buy her. He trailed his fingers around her as he circled her, his fingertips leaving a trail of fiery desire on her alabaster skin. He didn't touch any of her erogenous zones, a fact that only seemed to heighten her arousal.
"Very nice... you have a very nice body, Mrs. Davidson. I do enjoy a woman who takes care of herself. Your husband is a lucky man. And this will work in your favor as well... I am sure the gentlemen in my club will appreciate what you bring to the stage."
"T-thank you, Nicholas. I don't know anything about stripping–I've never even been in one of those clubs except the other day when I met with you. I hope I can dance well enough to pay back the money we owe you."
"I'm sure you will do fine. The customers in my club don't really pay much attention to the dancing so much as they do the naked woman doing the dancing! But dancing is only part of the job, my dear.
The main responsibility you will have is pleasing the customer and making sure he–or she–enjoys themselves. The longer you can keep them interested, the more liquor we can sell him and the bigger the tips you will get. So you will have to do whatever you need to to keep your customer entertained and happy."
Honey hung her head. She knew what he meant by keeping the customer 'entertained'. She would have to become more than just an exotic dancer. Much more. She would have to become... a whore.
She would have to have sex with these drunken, filthy men if that is what they wanted. And they would want it–it was her job to make them want it!
"That's enough talk for now. Get on your knees slut, I want you to suck my cock and get me hard. Then I'm going to fuck that naughty pussy and that lovely pink ass, just like I promised!"
Already highly aroused and still in a lust fog, Honey didn't put up any resistance to his command, lowering herself slowly to her knees in front of him. Part of her hoped this was all just a bluff to see if she'd do it. She hoped that he would see how cooperative and willing she was to do anything to help her keep her husband safe. Then he would change his mind and let her go home.
The other part of her was... excited by all this. She was excited to be used like this–to be made to suck his cock and even to be his whore. She couldn't deny the tingle she felt in her pussy or the increase in her heart rate and breathing. This was turning her on!
Honey watched as Mr. Sarantos began getting undressed just a couple feet in front of her, close enough she could smell his cologne, she could reach out and touch him if she had wanted to.
She tried to anticipate what he would look like under that very nicely tailored Armani suit. He took off the jacket and shirt and she was impressed with his well-developed chest and muscular arms. She wasn't the only one who liked to stay in shape!
Then he began to unbuckle his belt and Honey got a lot more interested. He took off his pants and she got the first hint at the cock that would soon be buried deep within her.
She looked at the impressive bulge in the front of his shorts and subconsciously licked her lips. She may not have been aware of what she had done, but it caught his eye.
"Getting anxious to suck this cock, are you, slut? Do you like sucking cock?"
"Y-yes."
"Well, that's good to know. Tell me, is your husband a well-hung man?"
"I-I don't know. I have only been with three men. I guess he's about average."
"Well, then I doubt you have seen anything like what I'm about to show you. My cock may prove to be a challenge for you." To emphasize his point, he grabbed hold of his cock through the boxers and showed her a little about what he was talking about.
Honey admired the bulge, but the full effect wouldn't hit her until she saw the cock in person. So as she watched breathlessly, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down.
He watched Honey's face as the head of his cock emerged from under its cloth hiding place. He stopped for a moment as she looked at the large purplish head. Then he continued unveiling his cock, all the while watching Honey's eyes get bigger and her jaw dropped further towards the floor.
"Oh... my... God!" Honey said when she got the full scope of what she was about to encounter.
"So you are impressed with the size of my friend here?"
"It's huge! My husband is nowhere near that size! I didn't even think they got that big! I mean, I've heard some men being big, but damn!"
She knelt there, staring in wide-eyed wonder at the nine-inch long monster cock this Greek businessman and club owner brought out of his shorts. And while it was only seven inches when flaccid, she knew that it would get longer and thicker once hard.
"I make it a point to have all the girls that work for me when they first start. I need to make sure that the customer will not be disappointed and that he will be able to enjoy what he is paying for. If she can handle this cock, she should be able to handle almost any customer that comes into my club!"
"Can... can I... touch it?"
"But of course, my dear. I want you to touch it. I want you to become very familiar with my friend here. I have a feeling the two of you will be seeing a lot of each other!"
Honey reached out and lightly ran a finger over the head of his cock as he held it for her. She felt the silky texture of the swollen knob.
"Now you take it. Feel its size and feel how hard it is... how it throbs for you, my dear. It wants you... it wants to please you and for you to please it. You do want to please my cock, do you not?"
"Yes, Sir." Honey wrapped a hand around it and felt the power in the shaft. She felt her pussy twitch, wanting it inside, wanting to feel the mighty shaft deep in her.
"Kiss it. It likes you. Lick it, see how it tastes. I think you will enjoy it."
She knew what he wanted. She leaned forward to give his cock a tentative lick. Maybe if I can suck him off, she thought, he won't be able to fuck me and I can leave with just giving him a blowjob...
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