1 comments/ 79816 views/ 25 favorites Paying For the Home By: AngieGS Disclaimer - This story contains non-consensual / forced acts & all participants are over the age of 18. 'Knock, Knock.' Declan and I looked at each other in panic. "Shit." He whispered. "It's him, isn't it?" I asked, knowing full well that it was. It was that time of the month again and once more, we were more than behind on our rent. "No! Don't answer it!" I grabbed him as he stood up. "Alicia." He frowned at me and pushed my hands off him. I watched him walk to the door where he took a deep breath before opening it. "Mr Robins. " Our landlord sighed. "Hello Mr Kemp." My husband spoke pleasantly. "Here I am, once again, except this time, I find myself in a bit of a predicament..." Our landlord mumbled. "I'm so sorry Mr Kemp. We are trying everything we can to get all the money together, I promise." Declan gushed. "No more excuses now I'm afraid Mr Robins. You know the rules and if you can't play by them, then unfortunately, you've got to go." "I promise we'll have it soon. Please, we need to stay here." I heard Declan almost whisper. "Two weeks Mr Robins. You've got just two weeks to pay me the full debt, otherwise you're out of here." "We'll find it. I promise. Just two weeks, please." Declan almost begged. I watched our landlord sneer at Declan before his gaze settled on me, in my partly undressed state. I jumped back behind the wall, hoping he hadn't been able to see my cold pert nipples standing up underneath my flimsy night shirt. "And tell your lady to wear some bloody clothes when you have guests." He chuckled before walking away. The door slammed and I stepped out to face Declan. "What are we going to do?" I asked him, my eyes filling with tears. "I don't know... Don't cry. We'll find it, somehow." He reached out and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close. "I think I need a shower just from standing so close... he stunk." Declan groaned, making me laugh through my worry. "Let's wash it away together then." I mumbled in to his neck, before pulling away and leading him to the bathroom. **** Declan went to work earlier than normal in the morning. He'd decided that he was going to swallow his pride and explain the situation to his boss. Hopefully, his boss would allow him some overtime to try and gather the funds together quicker. The doorbell went at 10am, so I slipped out of bed and in to my silky dressing gown before padding to the door and opening it. "Oh ... Mr Kemp." I stammered and pushed the door closed slightly, trying to hide behind it. "Hello Alicia. Is your husband home?" He asked while smirking at me. "Urm, no... He's gone to work early. He's trying to get some overtime, to get the money, for you." I mumbled, embarrassed that he'd caught me undressed once more. "I see. Well, I'd like to discuss something. If I may..?" It didn't seem like a question as he pushed open the front door and stepped over the threshold, smirking at me. "Ok... urm, just through there." I pointed towards the living room and shut the front door behind me. He settled himself on the sofa, his big belly straining against his grey t-shirt. He pushed one hand under his belt and pushed at his jeans, trying to relieve himself of the pressure. I shuddered and wrapped my gown around me tighter, before taking the seat opposite him. I watched as his eyes fell to my exposed legs and as the robe only covered me mid-thigh, there was quite a lot for Mr Kemp to view. "I've decided that I can't give you two weeks. It's just gone on for too long." He blurted out, his eyes on mine. "Therefore, you've got just one week to find the money, or to get out." "Please Mr Kemp. Please. We need this house. It's our home!" I inched forward on my chair and begged him. He shifted slightly. His huge stomach straining even more against his t-shirt as he pushed himself forward. "No. One week." "We have no-where to go Mr Kemp!" I started to cry. "Please, I'll do anything. Please." I watched his eyes flicker back down to my legs. He sucked his bottom lip before showing his stained teeth and smiling at my misfortune. "Anything?" He asked. "Yes! Just please don't throw us out!" I began to really sob. "Come here." He looked me in the eye. I stood up and walked closer to him, slightly wary. With each little step, his sweaty stench took up more and more of my clean fresh air. "Closer." He instructed. I stepped closer. "Kneel down in front of me." I hesitated. "Now." He spoke sharply. I kneeled in front of him, my head just above his knees, minimal space between us. My eyes had no-where to look but at his protruding belly and my nose was full of his body odour. He placed his hand under his stomach and yanked hard at his belt. As it unlatched from one of the tightest notches, he stood up, right in front of me, and pushed his jeans and underpants to the floor. I gasped as his thick erect cock stood to attention, right in front of my face. But I didn't move. He was bigger and thicker than my husband. "You're going to suck my dick now Alicia." I didn't move. "Alicia." He growled at me. I nodded. He wrapped one hand around his cock and placed the other on top of my head, pulling at my hair, making my head jerk forward. With tears rolling slowly down my cheeks, I opened my mouth. Ready and waiting. I felt sick to my stomach as I watched him thrust his cock closer towards me and as I wrapped my mouth around his large member. I shuddered as he pushed forward so that inch by inch, more of his cock was in me. "Suck it." He instructed me. I made a small sobbing noise in the back of my throat, before responding to him. I sucked him slowly and gently, hoping that this would be over soon. His cock twitched in my mouth. He tasted vile. "I said suck it!" He half shouted at me. With his hand yanking my head back and forth, I closed my eyes and sucked him as if he was my husband, Declan. With my head moving back and forth over him, I took his full length, keeping the pressure of my mouth around him. "That's it you filthy whore. Suck me." He grunted at me. He pulled his cock from my mouth and bent down, yanking open my gown and revealing my breasts. He ran his cock over my cheek, down my neck and across my breasts. "Squeeze your nipples." He instructed me. I squeezed them, looking up at him, and watched him groan in pleasure as he watched me. "Oh such beautiful fucking titties." He muttered. He thrust his cock back in my mouth and pushed it all in quickly, making me gag. The sound must have turned him on as he began to thrust faster and faster in to my mouth. He grunted once and jerked forward, his cum exploding in to my mouth. I gagged at the taste and tried to pull my head back, away from him. "Swallow it." I shook my head. "Swallow it." He grunted again and thrust himself at my face. He removed his cock slowly and watched me closely as I swallowed his salty cum. "Good girl." He spoke softly. He pulled his underpants and trousers back up and forced his belt back onto one of the tightest notches, making his stomach look even bigger and protrude over his jeans waistband. He grabbed both of my breasts with his chubby fingers and pinched each of my nipples, making me gasp. "Make sure you're ready tomorrow and I'll extend the deadline back to two weeks." He smirked at me before walking out of the front door and leaving me on the floor feeling dirty and disgusting. Paying For the Home Ch. 02 Disclaimer -- This story contains non-consensual / forced acts & all participants are over the age of 18. * The next morning, Declan left for work early again. He was pleased when he finally got home late yesterday evening and told me with a new found hope, that his boss had agreed to give him a small wage increase and allow him to work a maximum of four hours overtime each day, in order to make up for the fact that they are actually short staffed at the moment. I was so pleased but after yesterday's events, I couldn't quite muster up as much enthusiasm as I should have. I lay in bed for a further two hours after Declan left and had tried but failed to get some more sleep. I'd had a terrible night's sleep as my dreams kept replaying yesterday's dirty secret. I felt even worse this morning. I checked the clock again -- it was 9am. I assumed that he'd arrive at the same time as yesterday, so I decided to get dressed in the hope that having plenty of clothes on would deter him from any more dirty tricks. Once I'd climbed out of the shower and put a small amount of make up on, it was 9:30am. 'Half an hour to go', I thought to myself. I was still wrapped up in my towel and trying to decide what to wear when I heard it. 'Knock, knock.' I froze. It couldn't be. It's not time! I looked at the clock, 9:34am. He was early! 'Knock, knock.' A little louder. "Oh god." I whispered, with a feeling of terror. There was nothing I could do but go and answer the door. I tightened my towel and ran to the door, slowly pulling it open. "Well, well... Looks like you're ready for me." He chuckled and pushed his way through. "No. I..." I started. "Don't deny it Alicia. You enjoyed yesterday really. We both know it." He smirked at me. I didn't respond. I just stood, waiting for his first degrading instruction of the day. "Mmmm." He moaned as he looked at me. He walked towards me and pressed himself against me, making me back right up to the wall. His fat belly pressed hard against me. He placed his chubby fingers at the knot of my towel and tugged it until it fell away. Only the top half dropped as his stomach stopped the rest from falling. I glanced down at my exposed breasts and felt myself go cold. He placed his hands over my breasts and squeezed them hard, then he took a step back, allowing my towel to fall to the floor and lowered his head to my breasts, before sucking each of my nipples until they stood erect. He stepped back once more and cast his gaze over my completely naked body. I felt a shiver run through me. He turned away from me and made his way in to the living room, unzipped his jeans and pushed down his pants, taking them off completely before sitting on the sofa. He motioned for me to go to him -- which I did. "Sit next to me." He grinned at me. I sat next to him. Within seconds, his hand was at the back of my neck and he'd pulled my head down towards his fat penis. His mushroom head was pointing right at me. Thick and purple. My mouth opened instantly and he pushed my head all the way down, on to him. I gagged, just like yesterday and again, I was subjected to a proper face fucking by this vile man, as the sound must have turned him on even more. I coughed as he pressed my head down, further in to his lap. One side of my face was rubbing against his fat stomach, making me shudder. I focused on sucking him, wrapping my mouth around him properly and moving my head back and forth, along his full length. It was only when he spoke, that I realised his hands weren't on the back of my head, forcing me to suck him off. "Such a dirty bitch." He chuckled at me. "I knew you wanted it." I pulled away, shocked and disgusted that I had been doing it all on my own. "Oh Alicia. That's the wrong way." He muttered. He pushed me backwards with one shove so that I was laid on my back, with my legs open to him. I watched in horror as he moved himself quickly, positioning himself over me and between my legs. His hard stomach pressed against me and I felt his penis touch my pussy. He rubbed himself up and down against me. I felt like I was suffocating. He pushed a hand underneath himself and grabbed his cock, directing it to my cunt. I felt him push his way in to me. "No ..." I started to sob. Slowly he pushed himself in, inch by inch, forcing me further down the sofa by pushing himself on me, almost burying me. "Ohh, you're so tight." He groaned. He began to fuck me harder and harder. Thrusting himself deep inside me. "You're getting wet!" He started to laugh. I wanted him to stop. I hated this. I couldn't believe that my pussy was reacting to the chunky cock inside of me. "Please." I whispered. "Please what?" He grunted at me. I tried to buck my hips under him, wanting him to get off. To finish, and leave me alone. "Don't stop? Is that what you're asking?" He grabbed my hair in both his hands and jerked against me harder. "No .. No.." I groaned under him. I could feel my pussy getting wetter. My body was responding to his cock deep inside of me, even though I was disgusted. "Such a dirty slut." He muttered. I tried to buck again. It must have had an effect as he groaned out loudly and thrust deep inside of me once more. I heard myself moan quietly as he penetrated me deeply. I felt his cock throb before exploding a load of cum deep inside my own wet cunt. My pussy tightened around his member with each throb. 'Fuck.' I thought to myself. I didn't want him to know that I'd enjoyed it. That my body had enjoyed it. He pulled himself out of me and wiped his dripping cock along my stomach before getting off the sofa and putting his jeans back on. "Be home at 11am tomorrow." He nodded at me before turning around and walking out the front door and once more, leaving me feeling dirty and disgusted with myself. But also slightly disgruntled that I hadn't been finished off.