As a medical resident in training, I made little money. My new wife, Kathy, had to work as a therapist to support us. You can imagine my surprise to hear from another resident that he had seen my new young wife performing at a local strip club. So, that night, I made a mad dash down to the club as soon as my shift was over. Sure enough, Kathy's car was outside. I tried to get in without paying in order to just bring her home, but the bouncers forced me to pay and would not let me back stage. Anticipating an unpleasant scene, the staff 'escorted' me up to the manager's office where I encountered Danny.
"So who are you looking for?" He asked.
"My wife, Kathy," I replied.
"This is Kathy?" He inquired, pulling out a folder full of pictures and forms. There were pics of my wife clinging to the dance pole, totally naked, and numerous other positions.
"That's her," I confirmed angerly.
"She's got great tits," Danny mentioned casually. "That's why I asked her to work for me, and she's a good employ...a nice dancer. We met when I was in the hospital. I'm always looking for good prospects. She makes the customers happy."
"She doesn't belong here and I'm going to take her home." I announced.
"It's her decision where she belongs, and she has a buisness obligation to fulfill here," Danny loudly emphasized. A couple of his goons grabbed me by the soulders and forcefully sat me down in a chair across from his desk. Danny stood up and walked over in front of me, leaning back on the desk casually. "Do you have any idea how many boyfriends come in here every month pissed off that their girlfriend or their sister or their mother fucking roommate is working for me? Let me tell you. It's a shit load! And we know what to expect and how to deal with it, so don't think you're gonna waltz in here and bully anybody or take me by surprise. Now, I'll grant you that a 'wife' is a little unusual, but your wife is an adult, and she can make her own decisions. Look at the bright side. She is making a shit load of money... (although you may not be seeing it). She could support the two of you pretty well on her income. You might not even have to work. You could just stay at home and jack off while she goes to work and jacks off a bunch of guys that only wish they could have the chance to fuck her every night. You'd have half the city jealous and all the money you need."
I tried to stand up, but Danny's boys were holding me down. "You better not have touched her!" I warned him.
Danny just laughed and lit up a cigar, walking around my chair. "And what if I did? What are you going to do about it? Beat me up?"
Danny laughed again along with his two bouncers. "I'm not going to bullshit with you son. I fuck just about every girl that comes in here, and your little wife is no exception." I struggled in my chair, breaking away for a moment, but was then subdued by the goon brothers who taped my wrists behind my back and then sat me back down firmly in the chair.
"As I was saying," continued Danny, "I fucked the ever living shit out of your wife every night for the first three weeks she worked here. Yea, I knew she was married, and that certainly served as incentive. There is nothing I love more than to seduce young, upstanding women like your wife. Desperate times require desperate measures, and your wife fucks desperately. She also cums as loud and as wet as any whore I've ever met. She totally soaked my trousers the first time that I screwed her pretty little pussy. I had to send for some new clothes. I acted like I was pissed off, but I was really impressed. She liked her punishment, anyway. You want to know what it was?"
I could barely look up. Danny was having fun with me now. He wanted to share every detail of my wife's submission, just to see the look on my face. "What was the punishment?" I couldn't help but ask.
Danny laughed again. "I made her masturbate on stage until she climaxed. You know the funny part? It was mostly women watching her and cheering her on! We have a lot of women clients here, in case you didn't notice when you came barging in."
"My wife is not a lesbian." I muttered.
"I didn't say she was!" Danny interupted. "But she does a great job of entertaining other women and works well with our other dancers. Maybe she just has some urges or inclinations that you don't know about."
I was certainly both angry and jealous that Danny had been with my wife, but even more intensly disturbed about his description of the encounter. Danny had implied that Kathy had 'squirted' during her orgasm with him, but I had never seen her do that. I was very curious about that point but in no way wanted to suggest to Danny that I was unaware of her talent.
"I suppose she squirted all over the stage," I responded.
Danny's eyes lit up. "She made quite a mess alright! And there was a huge novation!"
A young dancer entered the room, dressed in a sheer G-String and topless. "Mona, how good of you to come," said Danny, motioning for her to join him by his side. "This is Kathy's husband. He was wondering if his wife has a special program that she can present this evening in his honor."
"I'm sure something can be arranged," She responded. "I think we have a wrestling match scheduled for the private room. Perhaps she could participate if I tell her that you insist." Danny smiled eagerly. "You can tell her that I insist and that we have a very special guest who demands her best performance."
Mona was elated at the prospect of giving my wife her new instructions. "Do you have an opponent in mind?" She asked Danny as she walked toward the door. "How about Cinnamon?" He replied. Mona giggled aloud, nodding affirmatively as she glanced in my direction. "Kathy has never performed in the wrestling ring before," Mona noted. "This should be interesting."
After some delay, I was taken down the stairs with my hands still bound behind me. We entered a large room with a wrestling ring elevated well above the floor, complete with ropes and padded posts in the corners. There were two small stools in either corner for the contestants and chairs around the room's four walls for observers. The room lights were dimmed and a spot light was directed into the ring. I was taken into a corner by one of Danny's bouncers. Mona lead in an entourage of distinguished men, taking their seats around the room in the half light of obscurity. My wife was escorted into the ring followed by a much taller, muscular, black girl with a 'brown sugar' skin tone dressed in tight black leather panties and bra with sparkling silver studs. She wore a black leather collar with a large silver ring and similar wrist cuffs. She was beautiful but daunting.
Kathy was adorned in a Britany Spears school girl outfit complete with a short plad skirt riding way high on the hips, white stockings, and a white button down shirt, tied in the front below her breasts with maybe one button fastened above the knot. The shirt was nearly sheer. You could see that she had on a black demi-bra which lifted and exagerated the size of her C-Cup breasts, allowing for the slightest hint of areola at the top. Her blonde hair was done in pigtails.
Danny stepped into the ring and introduced the opponents, starting the match. Mona came over beside me and placed her hand over my crotch, rubbing my cock. The girls circled each other in the ring. "So Kathy is your wife," Mona casually mentioned. "Yes," I affirmed, looking down into her green eyes as she continued to massage my member thru my slacks. "You're just about to watch her get her ass kicked," Mona snickered, feeling my erection rising beneath her hand. It was pretty obvious that my wife was outmatched, even before the action got started. "Why did they put her against such a big girl?" I asked. "Because that's what the clients like to see...a black girl kicking a white girl's ass," replied Mona.
"You don't seem too upset about it," I observed.
"I'm not," She said. "In fact, I intend to enjoy it, and you're going to enjoy it as well! I promise." Mona unzipped my fly and unbuttoned my trousers after loosening my belt. "Just for the record, I think your wife is a little bitch. It will be nice to get her out of the way," Mona continued. "She will be so upset to see me jerking you off when there's nothing she can do about it!"
Meanwhile, Cinnamon grabbed Kathy in a headlock and walked her around the ring, holding her head under her arm before finally bending her way over and jabbing a knee into her abdomen. Kathy dropped to the matt, arms tucked beneath her, grimacing in pain. This was no acting job. Cinnamon was playing for keeps, confidently circling the ring, jesturing to the crowd by holding her fists high in the air. She walked back over to Kathy, still kneeling in the center of the ring. Cinnamon placed her foot on my wife's ass and pushed her flat to the floor.
The ref came over and began pounding out the count on the matt, but Cinnamon wasn't finished with Kathy. She grabbed her by the hair and heaved her up to her knees just before the three count. Then, dragging her to the edge of the ring, she lifted my wife in a bear hug, hanging her over the top rope. The dark princess peeled off my wife's skirt, revealing her black G-String, matching her demi-bra. She proceeded to spank my wife's tight white ass with her bare hand, leaving red hot hand prints on each of her cheeks, easily visible from the back of the room. The loud smacks could be heard echoing off the walls and the crowd applauded enthusiastically.
Cinnamon ripped off Kathy's white stockings and twirled them over her head as she circled the ring...then returned to her opponent, tying her hands behind her back with her own stockings.
My wife dangled helplessly over the top rope, unable to flip backwards or fall forwards. Cinnamon held her stationary with one hand while motioning for a man on the front row to enter the ring. She loosened his belt with her free hand, pulling it from his waist and wheeling it like a whip across Kathy's bare butt. There was a loud smack followed by a high pitched squeal which seemed to further energize the aggressor. The brown goddess raised her arm and delivered another blow, and then another, as Kathy yelped and squirmed.
By this time, Mona had my cock in her hand, gripping my rod and pumping me to attention. I had not intended to allow her the satisfaction of making me hard, but there was no refusing her. "There, you see...let's show your wife your little hard-on," she suggested, patting my dangling balls back and forth like a punching bag as she stroked my erection.
"Kathy said you were small. Danny is at least twice your size....maybe bigger. It's no wonder she let him fuck her all the time. That, and the fact that she's such a little whore. I bet you can't even make her cum with this little dick!" Mona laughed.
"Danny made her cum. He made her cum in front of everybody, right in the dressing room," she continued. Then he shot his load in her. He stirred it up in her pussy with his big stick...stirred it like a milkshake! It was running down her leg, and she didn't seem to care. She was cumming too hard to care! Does that upset you? Did she let you taste it when she got home? Shall we take you down there and see if you can make your wife cum for everybody?...Make her cum like Danny did?"
"No," I insisted. "This needs to stop now!"
"You're in no position to make demands," Mona responded as she jerked down my trousers and underwear all the way to my ankles. "And, if you raise your voice again, I'll have one of these nice gentlemen put their fist in your mouth! Then, they have my permission to go shove it up your wife's little cunt!"
"I'm begging you, Mona!" I whispered intensely.
"Oh, I like that! I like a man who begs," she giggled. "Get on your knees and let's see you beg properly!" I felt my shoulders being forced down. My knees buckled as the sound of the belt cracked again and again across my wife's ass. Mona bent over, presenting her glowing bunns just inches from my face and pulling her G-string to the side. "Lick it!" she demanded. "Lick my crack, little boy! Lick it deep!"
I slid my tongue between Mona's muscular cheeks. She spread them wide with her hands on either side, exposing her puckering anus. "You know where I want your tongue, begging boy. Stick it up there as far as you can. Fuck my ass with your tongue and maybe we can spare your precious little wifey!"
Mona's forbidden orifice yielded to my intrusion. She was skilled at relaxing her sphincter, no doubt having been fucked in the ass many times. I would have preferred she were too tight for my efforts, but instead, she gripped my oral muscle, sucking it inside her anal passage and groaning loudly. "That's a good boy," she moaned, pulling my hair and burying my face in her crack. "Eat it up! Eat it good! I think you're going to make me cum just eating my ass!"
Meanwhile, Cinnamon was busy ripping my wife's G-string in half, then gagging her with the crotch in her mouth while tying the strings around the back of her head. "I've heard enough of your squealing, Bitch!"
Wrapping the belt around Kathy's neck, she lifted her off the rope and began dragging her around the ring like a dog on a leash. Her hands still tied behind her, my wife offered little resistance and was soon nearly unconcious from strangulation.
The scene was all the more stimulating to Mona, who began to buck and shake violently as she held the back of a chair for support. "Oh, shit! Suck it you mother fucker! Fuck, that's good! Make me cum in front of your wife...I want her to see it!" she screamed, gathering glances from the audience, who seemed as intrigued with our performance as the one in the ring.
Mona, recovering from her climax, walked behind me and finished removing my pants along with my shoes. "It's time to go ring-side," she announced, pulling me by my cock toward the room's center stage and forcing me, with the help of her friends, beneath the bottom rope and into the ring.
"Hey Cinnamon," Mona declared as she enetered the ring behind me. "Her husband says you have to stop kicking his wife's ass!" Mona smiled, then jerked Kathy streight up by the neck until her knees barely touched the matt.
"No shit?" Cinnamon sarcastically responded, dropping my wife back down to rest on her knees and allowing her to catch her breath. "Hey, Danny! Throw me that dildo...the black one!" Danny pulled out a huge black dildo from a bag at the corner of the ring, probably 12 inches long, with a thick shaft...well beyond anything I expected Kathy's pussy could accomodate, regardless of how big Danny might have been and what he had recently done to her. He tossed it to Cinnamon. "Why don't you come and join us?" she asked the gentleman from the front row who had so kindly donated his belt. He had been standing in the corner observing.
"Get on your knees and stick it in her," the dark princess ordered. The stranger did as instructed, sliding the massive black rod about halfway into to Kathy's cunt before encountering resistance. My wife groaned and winced as he pulled it out slowly and shoved it back in, advancing the shaft slightly further with every new thrust.
"Come on," Cinnamon interrupted. "Fuck her hard! Fuck her like a brother would fuck a blonde white bimbo bitch! Tear that pussy up!"
"I don't think she can take it all," the man meekly replied. "I don't want to hurt her."
Cinnamon laughed and jerked up on on the belt, snapping Kathy's neck sharply backwards and lifting her slightly off the matt. My wife struggled to breath, shuffling her dangling feet and twisting her torso. "Take a look at this bitch's ass! You see those stripes? I just whipped the shit out of this little white slut, and you want to tell me you don't want to hurt her? Now ram that black dick up her pretty white twat until I see it come out her mouth, or go sit down and let somebody with some balls come up here!"
The stranger was clearly stung by the dark goddess and, attempting to demonstrate his meager manhood, proceeded to pump the rigid black phalus into Kathy's pussy with reckless abandon. He impaled her sex organ as if spearing an animal, twisting and rotating the shaft of his weapon inside her vaginal vault. Kathy shuttered as her black dominatrix relaxed the tension on the belt, easing her knees back to the floor. "That's what I'm talking about," Cinnamon exclaimed. "Scramble the bitch's eggs!"
Cinnamon plucked the bra straps off of Kathy's shoulders and slid them down her arms, completely exposing her ample white breasts. The demi-bra, still fastened beneath them, exagerated their size still further. "You've got some big tits for such a little girl," she observed, pulling my wife's pink nipples and shaking them violently. Again, Cinnamon jerked up on the belt, streightening Kathy's thorax and poking her knee into the middle of her back, forcing her chest outwards. The dark demon reached down and raked her long fingernails across her captive's pale mounds, leaving behind deep red claw marks across her tits. "Spank them!" She demanded of the stranger, still probing and pounding my wife's severely abused vagina.
The stranger gladly complied, smacking Kathy's delicate mountains of flesh from one side to the other like bowls of jello. The bruising impact displaced her bra such that, by tilting her forward, her breasts dangled away from her chest, perfectly positioned for a brutal beating. The stranger's heavy hands pounded Kathy's milk glands mercilessly. "Oh hell yea," Cinnamon announced in approval. "Tenderize those tits! I want them to melt in my mouth!"
Having nearly pulverized Kathy's breasts, the stranger turned his attention back to her cunt. "Now, fuck her good!" Cinnamon commanded as she pulled back on the belt around Kathy's neck, lifting my wife almost completely off the floor. Mona had been stroking me, playing with my balls, and providing a personal play by play account of the action.
"Holy shit, he is beating the hell out of your wife's titties! Ain't you going to do something?" She had asked, knowing full well that my hands were tied and she had me nearly paralyzed, pumping my cock to a full, pulsating erection. "If you had a bigger dick," she continued, "he might not have torn you wife's pussy to shreds with that dildo."
The stranger fucked Kathy deep. Her thick white cream covered the long black plastic cock, and he smeared it across her inner thighs like icing on a cake. Cinnamom relaxed and tightend the snare around Kathy's neck repeatedly, intermittently strangling her victim, attempting to intensify my wife's anticipated orgasm. There was little doubt about her climax. Her pussy began spraying its juices, splattering the matt as if she were pissing herself. Mona giggled. "Who would have thought she could cum after a beating like that?" She asked. "Then again, she doesn't get fucked by a cock like that very often, does she?"
Cinnamon pulled way up on the belt as Kathy spurted her juices across the ring, lifting her completely off her feet. It seemed to make her cum even harder as her petite body dangled from the end of the noose, undulating and shuffling in an effort to escape. Her gyrations slowly diminshed into a silent, motionless surrender. Her chin dropped to her chest. Her shoulders slumped as her blond hair cascaded down over her badly beaten breasts. Mona gagged me with one of Kathy's stockings, then hoisted me to my feet. My attempted charge was checked by a team of body guards. They held me there, inches from her. Mona kneeled down to suck my cock.
The juices from Kathy's pussy dribbled down her legs and dripped to the floor beneath her suspended feet. The stranger stood up to admire his work, cupping Kathy's tits in his hands, squeezing and twisting her nipples, then beating them playfully with the black dildo, smearing them with cum.
"Shall I drop her?" Asked Cinnamon, patiently awaiting a rescue attempt.
"Not yet," said the stranger, reaching for a long neck beer bottle left on the side of the ring. He inserted the bottle about half way into Kathy's pussy, down to the label. Splitting Kathy's legs, he motioned for Cinnamon to lower her towards the floor. Then, holding my wife steady, he ordered the drop, drilling the bottle deep into her cunt.
"Lift her again," he said. "I still see the bottom of the bottle! Let's shove it all the way in her! You'd like that wouldn't you, bitch?" He asked my wife, lifting her head by the hair to face him. There was no response.
"I'm sure she wants it," Mona interupted. "Just like her husband wants to cum all over her face. I can taste his precum. Isn't that right, baby?" She asked me.
It was true. I was almost there. Cinnamon lifted Kathy's limp body by the neck for a second drop, making sure to keep her legs split widely apart to achieve the greatest impact. "That should about do it," She said, lifting her about 2 feet off the matt. "Here you go, sweetheart!" Cinnamon released the belt and Kathy dropped to the matt crotch first with a thud.
Mona grabbed my wife by the hair, holding her in the upright position with her legs completely split on the matt. She leaned Kathy's face over to my throbbing cock and removed her gag, pumping my rod with her opposite hand. Mona knew she had me where she wanted me. Jerking Kathy's head backwards by her hair, her mouth just fell open. Mona spit on my erection, jerking my rod like a piston. My balls were spinning. Cum began to ooze from the tip. "That's it baby, let it go," she whispered.
My cock exploded, shooting load after load of hot sperm into her mouth and all over her face and hair. "Good boy," she said, squeezing out the final drops of semen and smearing my cream all over Kathy's face and lips with the head of my cock. "That should do nicely for evidence."
Freeing her wrist restraints, Mona shoved my wife backwards on to the matt, completely spread eagle. The bottom of the beer bottle was barely visible between her labial lips as she laid there on her back. Mona put her foot over Kathy's crotch, grinding her heel into her cunt until the bottle disappeared, then slammed her hand down on the matt three times. "That's the Match!" She said.
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