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Subject: {ASSM} THE COP'S WIFE (MMMM+/F, Bondage, Cuckold, Oral, Anal, etc)
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I know it's been a long time since the last installment. Sorry about that. 
Real Life'll do that to ya. 

Here (finally) is Part Seven of The Cop's Wife. Parts One Through Six are 
available by searching the ASS Text Repository (www.asstr.org) Look in Ted 
E. Bears Collection on asstr.org at 

http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/tedebear/Other_Authors/RustyShackleford/

Or search Google newsgroups (www.google.com) Rustyshac@aol.com for this and 
other stories. 

I post this information so you won't have to send me dozens of e-mail 
requests for reposts of the earlier parts. Those are quite flattering but 
time-consuming. 

OUR STORY SO FAR: Police officer Tom Barkley had arrested Marcus Dupree on 
the charge of dealing Cocaine, and had testified against him at the trial.
After Marcus was sent to jail, Tom sold the dealer's coke, and the word of
this got back to Marcus. Now that he was out of jail, having served his time,
he was going to extract his revenge on Tom (and get his money back) by making
the cop's wife his whore and fuck toy.

As part of her forced servitude, in our last episode, Amy was whored out to
a group of Mexican construction workers. Even though Tom was ordered not to
watch, he couldn't help himself, and of course he got caught. So now it's
time for Tom to pay the price yet again...with his wife's body. 



THE COP'S WIFE,  PART SEVEN

"So Tommy-boy," Marcus Dupree said, "which tape do you think we should mail
out? And to who?"

"Please Daddy," Amy begged, "please don't ... I swear I'll be good."

She was kneeling at Dupree's feet, her arms wrapped around his legs, tears 
running down her beautiful face.  

Dupree ran a hand through Amy's hair in a parody of tenderness, as he said, "I
know you have bitch, but Tommy has disobeyed my orders. He watched you with
those Mexicans, when I tole him to stay in the car. So now he's got to pay the
price. I tole you what I'd do if either of you got out of line. I tole you I'd
send out the tapes that I made. An' I always do what I say I'm gonna do, you
know that." Amy began weeping even harder. "So who's it gonna be, Tom? Who do
you want be watching your wife get fucked? Your partner? Amy's parents? You
better choose Tom, `fore I do it for you."

Tom's brain raced madly in circles. The tapes that Dupree and his friends had
made of his wife, showed her eagerly sucking and fucking men, women, and even
a dog. And worse yet, they all featured her talking about how much better the
fucking that she was getting was, than anything Tom had ever given her. They
featured her graphically describing, even laughing at, Tom's small penis. The
thought of anyone at the police station seeing those, was more than Tom could
stand. And Tom knew that Amy's strait-laced, religious father might very well
have a heart attack, if he saw his daughter being defiled, and begging for
more. Who could he pick, who would do the least damage.

"Her sister!" Tom said, "Send one to Amy's sister." 

Amy's head snapped up to look at Tom, her mouth open in shock. "No!" she
exclaimed, "You can't!"

Amy's older sister Holly had always lorded over her younger sibling. Holly had
been the head cheerleader, the valedictorian of her senior class, a straight-A
student in college, and was now married to a successful heart surgeon. She had
never missed an opportunity to make Amy feel like a second class citizen. And
now she would be the one to whom Amy's degradation would be revealed. But it
was better than any other person that Tom could think of, at least for him. 

"You BASTARD!" Amy screamed, "You son of a BITCH!"

She attempted to jump up and launch herself at Tom, but Dupree grabbed her
hair and pulled her back. "Please Daddy," she pleaded, as she looked up at him,
"Not her, not my sister, send it to his buddies at the police station, let them
know what a wimp he is, but please, not my sister."

Dupree grinned maliciously. "Naw," he said, "I like Tommy's idea. There might
be one of his cop buddies that might decide to do somethin' about me whorin'
you out. No, I think yo' sister might be just the ticket. `Sides, she may even
decide to come and get some of what her sister's been enjoyin' so much." 

There was little chance of that, Tom knew. Holly was the ultimate Ice Princess,
a slim blonde with a supercilious attitude. Tom had never even seen her hold
hands with her husband, other than at her wedding.

"God, I hate you Tom." Amy hissed at him, "You picked my sister because you
couldn't stand to be humiliated in front of your buddies. So you decided to
humiliate me instead. I'll never forgive you for this Tom. Never! You're so
goddamn WEAK."

And that, Tom realized too late, was the essence of Dupree's punishment. Dupree
knew Tom's weaknesses. He knew that he would do anything to avoid a bad image
with his friends, and in avoiding it, Tom would make his formerly loving wife
hate him even more. He hung his head and sobbed brokenly. 

"Come on, get up bitch." Dupree said to Amy, "Tom may have time to lay there
blubberin', but you got to get to work."

She cried out as he pulled her to her feet by her hair. He dragged her to the
bedroom. Tanya, Dupree's blonde assistant and whore-trainer, got up from the
couch and followed them, with a smirk on her face. "We've got another little
surprise for you Tommy," she whispered, as she disappeared into the bedroom. 

After a few minutes, Tanya came back out. "We were going through your closet
Tommy," she said, "and look what we found. Some of your old clothes."

She clapped her hands commandingly, and Amy came out of the bedroom. Dupree
and his assistant had dressed her up in one of Tom's old uniforms, from his
early days as a beat cop. His patrolman's hat was perched jauntily on her head,
her thick curly brown hair sticking out from under it. His dark-blue uniform
shirt was stretched tightly across her big tits, so tightly that Tom could
clearly see her nipples. Even the areolas were clearly defined against the
strained fabric. From the waist down, she wore only a sheer black silk thong,
and a pair of 5 inch heels. Tom's gun belt hung around her waist, his handcuffs
and nightstick dangling from it.

"Looks good, don't she Tommy-boy?" Marcus grinned, as he followed Amy into the
living room. "She's gonna make a big hit at the party tonight. We got some
guests that'll really appreciate it. You even know some of `em." He then ticked
the names off on his fingers, "You remember Jermaine Riley, don't ya? And
Antonio Jones? And I know you remember Cleotis Jackson, Manuel Ortiz, and Big
Otis Gaines."

Tom racked his brain for a moment. Then the import of the names came rushing
back to him. Dupree saw the look on Tom's face. He threw back his head back
and roared with laughter. "That's right, Tommy-boy," he said. "They're all men
that you arrested and sent to the joint. I found ten of `em. Its gonna be a
reg'lar class reunion, with yo' wife as the entertainment."

"Oh God!" Amy whimpered, "Please... don't let them..." 

Dupree winked at her. "Don' worry bitch," he said, "I tol' `em they couldn't
kill you. Or cut nothin' off. Don' want my merchandise spoiled. But other'n
that..." He laughed again. "You might get banged up a little." He grinned at
Tom. "Specially when they see her in yo' cop uniform. It's gonna remind 'em of
the bad old times."

Tom started towards him, but suddenly Dupree had a gun in his hand. The smile
was gone. "Now don't do nothin' stupid, Tommy-Boy." he said, "She's gonna get
fucked, whether you're alive, or you're dead." as he stood up, he commanded,
"Time to go."

This time it was Tom in the back seat, with Tanya holding the gun on him, while
Dupree sat up front with Amy. They had no sooner pulled out of the driveway,
when Dupree turned to her and said, "We better get you warmed up. Take out my
dick and suck it while we drive."

"Yes Daddy." Amy whispered.

She ducked her head down below the level of the seat. Tom couldn't see what
she was doing, but he heard the soft hiss of a zipper going down. Then he
heard the soft slurping and sucking sounds, and Dupree's grunts of pleasure.

"Yaaah." he sighed softly, "Thass right...suck it good, bitch."

Tom looked out the window, so he didn't have to catch Dupree's smirk reflected
in the rearview mirror, but he couldn't escape the sound of Amy's soft moaning,
as she serviced him.

"Listen to her Tom," Tanya whispered, seeming to delight in torturing him,
"She really does love sucking cock, now that she's learned what real a cock is."
She then reached over and dipped her hand between his legs. "And you certainly
love listening to it, don't you? That's why your little dick is as hard as a
rock."

"Shut up!" Tom screamed at her in his mind, but he kept silent. Tanya massaged
his dick slowly, still smiling. Tom gritted his teeth, to keep from making any
sound that would let her, as well as Marcus and his wife, know how good it
felt. But the combination of her expert stroking, and the sounds coming from
up front, were driving him out of his mind. Finally, he couldn't contain
himself any more, and his hips began squirming.

The evil blonde chuckled deep in her throat, and took her hand away. "No
Tommy." she whispered, "Not yet. Not before the big show tonight."

They drove through the streets for a long time. The houses and businesses
became shabbier, and the faces of the people hanging out on the streets went
from all-white, to mixed, to black. Young men hanging out idly on the corners
gave the car a hard look, as they drove past. Finally, they pulled up in the
parking lot of a small dilapidated building. The asphalt of the lot was broken
and dotted with potholes, and some of the windows had been boarded up. The few
intact ones were painted black. Loud pounding rap music was coming from inside.

Dupree made no move to get out. "Jes' a second," he grunted, "let Amy finish
me off." He dropped his hands from the wheel to Amy's head, which of course
was in his lap. She squealed softly in pain, as he yanked her hair. "C'mon,
slut," he grated, "the boys are waitin'."

Tom heard the sucking and slurping double in intensity, along with Amy's
moaning. A few moments later, Marcus was grunting his climax, the animalistic
sounds ending with a long sigh of pleasure. When he was done, Amy sat up. She
put the policeman's hat back on her head as they got out. Tanya and Tom climbed
out of the back.

"Now," Tanya said, "we need to make sure that Tom doesn't misbehave again, and
whack that little dick of his without permission." She took a pair of handcuffs
out of her back pocket and said, "Put these on him, won't you Amy?" 

Tom looked at his wife. Her eyes were smoky with that look of lust that he had
come to know and hate. There was a light sheen on her lips, that Tom knew was
the last remnants of Dupree's cum. She licked it off her lips in a slow
sensuous motion. As she walked over to him, he could see that the crotch of
her thong was damp with excitement. "I hope you enjoy this." she whispered
savagely, as she cuffed his hands behind his back.

"I see that you already are!" he shot back. She didn't answer him, but her
hands on his wrists were shaking. 

They marched over to the heavy iron door of the old building. Dupree pounded
on the door heavily with his huge hand, trying to be heard over the pounding
of the music. After a moment, the sound of clicking, as several heavy locks
were opened, was heard, and the door swung open wide.

A short stocky black man stood in the doorway, holding a beer in one hand, and
a smoking joint, which dangled from his lips. His hair was styled in tight
cornrows, and his eyes were bloodshot from the beer and weed. He nodded to
Dupree, and asked laconically, "S'up?" Then he looked at Amy, and his eyes
widened. His face split into a grin, as he exclaimed, "Dayum!" He looked at
Tom, who was still standing behind the others. "Hey Officer Barkley," he said,
with a malicious gleam in his eye, "you remember me, don't you?"

Tom nodded dumbly. He had arrested Antonio Jones years before on charges of
repeatedly raping and sodomizing a twelve year old girl. The girl had been so
traumatized, that she was unable to speak, so the only evidence of Jones'
guilt, had been circumstantial. He was allowed to plead to a lesser charge,
and consequently was out of prison after only five years.

Jones took the joint out of his mouth, and said, "I'm looking forward to doin'
to yo' wife, ever'thing that I done to that little white bitch. `An' a few
other things too." Tanya dug the gun into Tom's back, keeping him from
reacting.

Jones turned and walked back into the darkness behind him. They followed him
down a short hallway. The music became deafening, as they walked into a large
open room. There was a bar along one wall, with liquor bottles behind it.
Along the opposite wall from the bar, was a low crude wooden stage, with what
looked like a fire pole rising out of the center, and a DJ booth at one end.
The air was thick with the stench of pot smoke and beer. A motley assortment
of flimsy tables with mismatched chairs, was scattered throughout the room.
There were a dozen or more men seated at the tables, or standing around with
beers or hard drinks in their hands.

They all turned to look at the entourage coming through the door. When they
saw Amy, a ragged whoop went up. It was an ugly sound, the sound of a pack
sighting its prey. Amy turned and tried to run. Tom could see the panic in her
eyes. Dupree grabbed her by the back of the neck, and easily tossed her, like a
rag doll, into the center of the room, where she was caught by a laughing fat
man, who appeared to be Hispanic. The man pinned her arms to her sides, then
pulled her back against him. He planted a sloppy kiss on her neck, and then
flung her into the arms of a tall skinny black man, with a scarred face. She
was weeping, her face streaked with tears.

"HOLD ON!" Dupree shouted, and someone turned the music down. 

"Now come on brothers," Dupree asked, "this ain't no way to treat a guest, now
is it?" He walked over to where Amy was sagged down in the scarred man's grasp.
"Somebody get this lady a drink and a smoke." he said.

Tanya guided Tom over to a chair, and sat him down, as Antonio Jones stepped
over to Amy.

"Hol' her up, Jermaine." he told the man holding her.

The man pulled her upright. Jones reached up and adjusted the patrolman's hat,
which had fallen askew on her head. Then he flipped the joint around, and put
the lit end in his mouth. He leaned over into Amy's face.

"Pucker up." Jermaine said, "Like you was givin' a kiss. Then suck the smoke
in."

"I never..." Amy started to protest, but Jermaine shook her and said, "DO IT
cunt!"

Tom made as if to get up, but Tanya poked the gun into the base of his neck.
"Don't try anything Tommy," she said, "or you'll miss the show. Now here,
let's make sure that you don't get into any mischief."

First she undid the cuffs around Tom's wrists, refastening them, so that he
was shackled to the chair, with his hands still behind him.

As Jones blew a long stream of smoke into Amy's face, she puckered up and
inhaled. After only a moment, she was racked with a paroxysm of coughing,
which sent the men gathering round her into hysterical laughter.

"Again!" Dupree ordered.

Jones passed the joint to the fat Hispanic, who blew her another shotgun.

"Now hol' it in." the first man demanded.

Amy held the smoke in, her eyes bulging, until her face turned red, and she
blew it out.

"Do it again Manuel." Dupree said.

Grinning, Manuel complied. This time Amy seemed to be getting the hang of it.
When she blew the smoke out, Tom could see that her eyes were beginning to
glaze over, this time from the pot. Someone shoved a beer into her hand, and
she drank deeply.

"Now," Dupree said, "less see the bitch dance."

She stumbled slightly as he led her over to the stage. Someone turned the music
back up, and switched on the stage lights. The stage was bathed in red and
yellow lights. A rap song with a heavy beat came on, an old one by DMX.

"It's all good, It's all right, 
fuck all day, fuck all night..."

Amy stood on the stage, dressed in Tom's old police hat, belt, and uniform
shirt up top, and only a tiny little black sheer thong and high heels down
below. She looked up terrified at Dupree.

"I said DANCE bitch!" Dupree yelled, as the other men took up the chant,
"Dance! Dance! Dance!"

Amy closed her eyes and began moving her hips slowly, her arms crossed across
her chest. The men continued to yell at her.

"C'mon you white bitch!" "Work it!" "This ain't the senior prom!"

As their shouts became more insistent, Tom could see that her dancing became
sexier. The throbbing beat and heavily sexual lyrics, combined with the pot
and the beer that had been forced upon her, were obviously beginning to get to
her. She began moving more sensually, running her hands over her lush body,
her tongue running over her lips. She put her hands behind her head, and thrust
her hips in short, sharp motions, as if she were being fucked while she stood
there. The movement made cuffs on her belt jingle. The men were cheering now,
and that seemed to egg her on even more. She opened her eyes, and looked into
the crowd, making eye contact with individual men. Her hands came up and cupped
her tits outside of the uniform, squeezing and rolling them, until her nipples
stood out firmly under the fabric.

She toyed with the top button, looking coyly at them, until they began shouting
at her to "take it off!" Then, with a violent motion, she ripped the blouse
open. A huge cheer went up, as her big naked tits spilled free. She played
with her naked breasts for a moment, rubbing her nipples, to make them even
harder and more erect.

"Ha!" Tanya grunted, "Look at that little bitch go. What a fucking slut." 

Amy sashayed over to the pole in the center of the stage, and began rubbing
sensuously up against it, up and down, up and down. She threw her head back,
her legs on either side of the pole, and rubbed her panty clad pussy against
it, as the men continued to whoop and holler. She left the pole, and turned
back to face the men. She slowly slid the nightstick on her belt out of its
sheath, and held it up to her lips. The cheers redoubled, as she began running
her tongue up and down the long black baton, and then slipped her lips over
the end of the handle, as if she were sucking a cock.

But when she slid her free hand down inside of her panties, and began stroking
her pussy, the men's control broke. As one, they poured onto the stage. Amy
yelped in surprise, and the patrolman's hat slipped off of her head, as she
was seized and dragged off of the stage, back down onto the floor. She was
forced onto her knees, as the men encircled her, unzipping their pants. She
was surrounded by black and brown cocks, poking and thrusting at her from all
directions.

She opened her mouth, and slid her lips down over the enormous black cock of
the man standing directly in front of her. She reached up and wrapped her hands
around two more, stroking them slowly, as she sucked on the one in her mouth.
The men not being pleasured, mauled her body savagely, their dark hands were
all over her tits and ass. Periodically, one of the men would jerk her by her
hair, to force her to change from one cock to another.

She seemed past the point of caring, as she sucked and slurped greedily at
whichever cock was before her. When all of the men had had a turn at her mouth,
she was jerked up to her feet. Someone ripped the thong panties away from her
body, and threw them aside. She was shoved over roughly, her arms pinned
behind her, with her big tits dangling and swinging beneath her. One man took
the cuffs off of the belt at her waist, and bound her hands behind her.
Antonio Jones stepped up behind her, and began forcing himself into her.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Amy cried out in both pain and pleasure, as the huge prick
violated her cunt.

Jones her grabbed her thick curly brown hair, and yanked her head up. As soon
as he did, another man was in front of her, forcing his dick into her mouth.
The two men began slamming her helpless body back and forth between them
brutally, like a rag doll, fucking her mouth and cunt with deep, pile driver
like strokes. Her cries of pain were muffled and gagged by the huge invader in
her mouth, but Tom could tell when they began to transform into the by now
familiar muffled groans of her animalistic pleasure, followed shortly by the
spasmodic grunts of her having an orgasm.

"Oh look at your wife Tom." Tanya cooed in his ear, "Look at how much she
loves it." Her hand stealing down to his crotch, and began toying with his
zipper. Slowly she worked it down, and then her hand was inside of his pants,
pulling his cock out. It was rock hard and throbbing. As she began stroking it
with her skilled fingers, he couldn't repress his own groans of pleasure. A
few of the men standing around, waiting their turn at Amy noticed. They began
laughing and pointing at him.

"Sheee-it man!" one of them jeered, "Is that all of the dick that you got to
give to this lil' slut?"

"I know," Tanya grinned, "pathetic, isn't it?" She sped up her stroking, until
he was gasping and squirming against his bonds. His eyes were locked on the
sight of his wife's brutal ravishment. He was right on the verge of cuming,
when Tanya abruptly took her hand away, and he cried out in frustration. 

"Oh no Tommy," she said, "you're being punished, remember?" 

"Please." he begged, "Please." 

She kissed him lightly on his ear and said giggling, "Now don't go anywhere."

She walked over, and knelt down by Amy, smiling up at the men fucking her.
"Check this out boys." she announced, and reached up to where Amy's tits were
swinging, below her doubly impaled body. She cupped one tit and massaged it
gently. Then she grabbed it, and twisted it savagely. Amy shrieked in pain,
and as she did, Jones grunted in surprised pleasure.

"Damn!" he said, "That bitch tightened up like she were a little girl, when
you did that!"

"Yeah, she's a real pain-slut. Isn't that right Amy?" Tanya advised them. 

Amy's only response was a moan of fear. Tanya twisted her tit again, wrenching
another muffled shriek from around the cock sawing in and out of her mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Jones groaned, as the spasmodic twitching of Amy's cunt set off his
climax. Tanya continued to torture Amy's tits, as he pounded her savagely,
grunting with each spasm of cum blasting into her womb. She was obviously
cuming too, her body quivering and shaking from her own orgasm. The man in her
mouth pulled out, and began pumping his dick with his hand.

"Oh GOD!" Amy cried out, "Yesss...yesss....cum for me. Drown me in it. Cum on
meee!"

She stuck out her tongue at the same moment that he yelled that he was cuming.
The first spurts of his jism coated her tongue and lips. "Ahhh... ahhhh...."
Amy groaned, as the man continued ejaculating, his sperm splashing onto her
panting face, and into her hair.

Their climaxes complete, both men pulled away from her, causing her to collapse
onto her knees. Drops of cum glistened on her flushed face, and she extended
her tongue to lick the cum off of her lips. Tanya knelt beside her grinning,
and scooped up some more with her finger. She extended the finger to Amy's
mouth, as the tormented wife moaned and licked delicately at the finger, before
sliding it into her mouth.

Tanya laughed delightedly, as she looked over at Tom and said, "Just when I
think that this little whore can't get any nastier, she always does." and
winked at him. She reached out and picked up the patrolman's hat that was lying
on the ground nearby, and put it back on Amy's head.

"Please." Amy groaned, as she crouched helplessly on her knees, unable to rise
with her hands bound behind her. "Please, somebody fuck me. Who's going to fuck
me like a real man, and make me cum again?" knowing that her words would cut
into her husband like a knife.

A grinning black man sauntered over, and lay on his back a few feet away, and
sneered, "Why don't you come over here and get you some, slut?" 

Tom recognized Big Otis Gaines, a brutal pimp, whom Tom had put away for
nearly beating one of his whores to death. As he pulled down his pants, Tom
realized why he was known as Big Otis. His cock was enormous, even bigger than
Dupree's.

"Oh my God!" Amy gaped, and began crawling towards him, awkwardly shuffling
across the floor.

Gaines said, as he lazily stroked his massive shaft with his hand, "It ain't
the first time that a white bitch has crawled on her knees for this, but I
ain't never seen one crawling on her knees for it, in front o' her husband!"

That sent the men into gales of laughter. As Amy got closer, Gaines sat up and
grabbed her. He pulled her down on top of him, her knees on either side of his
hips. Tom could see his cock rubbing against her pussy. She squirmed against
him, trying to force the big shaft into her cunt, but with her hands still
shackled behind her, she couldn't help put it into her pussy.

"Ohhhh!" she groaned, "Please...please put it in me." 

"You want it, huh slut? You want Otis' big dick inside o' you?" 

"Oh yes, please. I'm begging for it. I need it. I need a cock inside of me."

He reached down and positioned his cock to the entrance to her cunt. She
gasped as the massive head stretched her already abused and stretched out
pussy lips. Then she was screaming, as he thrust up into her, shoving half of
his cock into her cunt in one stroke.

"AAAAAAAAAH!" she cried out in obvious pain, "OH GOD! STOP! IT'S TOO BIIIG!"

Gaines just reached up and slapped her across her face hard. "Shut up, whore!"
he snapped, "Jes' shut up and take it!"

Amy bowed her head, weeping. Hers tears dripped onto his chest, as she squirmed
her hips, trying to get away. "I CAAAN'T!" she cried, "It's too AAAAAAAUGH!"
she screamed again, as another thrust buried another inch of his thick cock
into her. Then she was subjected to another and another thrust, with each
thrust wrenching another scream from her contorted lips, as Otis kept at it,
until finally, he was buried inside of her to the hilt.

He let her rest there for a moment, as she panted like a long distance runner,
her breath coming in short gasps and sobs. Then Tom saw her hips begin to
squirm again, but this time out of pleasure. She whimpered, as the feel of the
gigantic cock inside of her gradually overwhelmed her senses. Then she was
moving, writhing and twisting on the shaft impaling her. Gaines grabbed her
hips, and began fucking up into her by now well stretched pussy. She was
screaming again, but this time it was in pleasure, as she rode that huge cock.

"YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she chanted, her head thrown back, and her eyes
closed in ecstacy, as she strained towards another orgasm.

Another man took up a position behind her, and started force feeding his cock
in between her buttocks. Her eyes opened in surprise, and then narrowed with
passion, as she looked back over her shoulder.

"Yessss," she hissed, "fuck my ass. Split your whore's ass wide open."

He pushed forward and she cried out, "YES! YES! HARDER! FUCK ME!" as the man
shoved himself in to the hilt, inside of her tight ass hole. She began cuming
again, her hips jerking and thrusting uncontrollably. The two men began fucking
her in unison, buffeting her helpless, bound body between them.

Meanwhile, Tanya had seated herself on the floor next to Tom's chair.
Periodically, she would reach out to lightly run a finger over his exposed
cock, or give it a few quick strokes. She continued however, to deny him of
his orgasm. Tom was in agony, his cock throbbing and in pain, from having to
watch his beautiful, and formerly innocent wife, being gang fucked, while
Tanya continued tormenting him, by making sure that he stayed in a fully erect
condition, but not allowing him his release.

Amy seemed to be in state of almost constant climax, screaming and cursing and
sobbing with joy. "Someone put a cock in my mouth." she begged, and within
moments, her wish was granted by Manuel, the fat Hispanic. She slurped and
sucked noisily on his thick cock, her eyes closed in bliss as she nursed from
the obscene prick. The men fucking her down below began cuming, their shouts
blending with the sounds of her sucking, and her own grunts of climax. Moments
later, the man in her mouth was cuming too. She swallowed as fast as she could,
but some of the cum still dribbled down her chin.
          
When those three men were done with her, three more took their place, fucking
her in the ass, mouth and cunt simultaneously. They rode her hard through
another series of writhing screaming climaxes. She was then thrown face down
over a table, and sodomized brutally, while another yet man fucked her mouth.
Then they freed her hands, but only so that she could kneel in the circle, and
service the men with her mouth and hands again. After that, they put her
spread eagled on the bar, and took turns fucking her mouth and cunt at the
same time.

All the while that Amy was being used, Tanya continued to torment Tom, stroking
his cock to the edge of a climax, but refusing to let him cum. He begged and
pleaded, and even cursed at her. He promised her anything, if he could just
cum, but she just smiled and shook her head 'no'. The men laughed and jeered
at him, telling him that a little dick like that didn't deserve to cum. Then
they went back to fucking his wife.

Finally, all of the men had fucked her several times, and couldn't get their
cocks hard enough to penetrate again. She was laying there half conscious on
the bar, like a broken doll, her legs spread obscenely wide apart. Tom could
see the cum leaking out of her well used cunt and ass, puddling beneath her on
the top of the bar. 
                                        
Dupree sauntered over to him, clutching a fat wad of bills in one big hand, 
and said with smug satisfaction, "Yep, yo' wife is a good little moneymaker,
Tommy Boy."

Tom gritted his teeth. He wasn't going to give Dupree the satisfaction of a
reply. It was hard enough for him to maintain any dignity, but with his tiny
cock sticking straight out, exposed, in front of him it was impossible. Tanya
knelt beside him again, and placed a hand on his thigh. "Poor Tommy," she said,
"I think he's been punished enough, don't you Daddy?"

"Yeah," Marcus said grudgingly, "I reckon you can let him get off now." 

Tom looked at Tanya, his eyes filled with frustrated agony. "Please," he
whispered, "Please, he said you could get me off. Please."

"Me?" Tanya said with exaggerated outrage, "I'm not making that pathetic little
prick cum! I only fuck real men Tommy." She then stood up and clapped her
hands. "Amy!" she barked, "You have another customer!"

Amy sat up slowly. Tom could see her face, streaked with a mixture of cum,
sweat and tears. Her heavy mascara was streaked around her eyes, like the mask
of a raccoon. He looked in her eyes, and saw nothing there. She looked like a
zombie, her mind had been totally broken by the degradation to which she had
just been subjected to.

She climbed off of the bar, and walked slowly over to where Tom sat, cuffed to
the chair. "On your knees bitch!" Tanya ordered, and she knelt obediently. Her
eyes showed no recognition that she was even kneeling before her own husband.
He was simply another cock for her to service.

"Hol' on a second." Dupree said, "I said he could get off. I din't say he
could get off for free."

Tom closed his eyes. "Just tell me," he whimpered, "tell me what you want." 

"Hows `bout that Beemer of yours?" Dupree said, "It only seems fair, since it
was bought with my money."

Tom shook his head no, but Tanya was there whispering in his ear. "Come on,
Tommy," she said, "I know how bad you want to get off, and you know how good
she can suck a cock, now that she's been taught how to do it properly, and
has had lots of practice doing it. Imagine that warm, wet mouth of her's
wrapped around your cock, taking you in, all of the way."

"Okay!" Tom said, "Okay...take it, I don't care anymore." he opened his eyes
to see Dupree standing in front of him, with an official looking document on
a clipboard. It was the title certificate for the BMW. Tanya freed his hands,
and handed him a pen. Tears of shame were spilling down his face, as he signed
his car away. Amy continued to kneel on the floor, her head down, her eyes
unseeing.

When he was done, Dupree took the clipboard, and said to Amy, "Okay bitch, 
suck him off."

Tom leaned back in the chair, as Amy leaned forward and plunged her mouth down
over his cock, taking him in to the root, in one quick lunge. After Tanya's
having teased and denied him release for hours, he began cuming almost
immediately, screaming out his climax, as he emptied what seemed like a gallon
of his sperm into her wet, sucking mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, her
tongue moving expertly against the underside of his cock. Finally, she had
sucked the last drop of the cum from his spasming cock, and pulled her head
back. She smiled up at him with the false professional smile of a well trained
whore, and said, "Thanks baby. I hope you liked it."

Tom hung his head in shame and defeat. "Can we just go now?" he mumbled. 

"Sure," Dupree said, "Amy needs to rest up. We be filmin' tomorrow, and she
needs to look her best."

"Filming?" Tom asked, "What do you mean?" 

"Amy's lil' tapes are selling like hot cakes." Dupree explained. "She
practically be a movie star."

"You're...you're SELLING them?" Tom asked incredulously. 

"All over the Internet Tom." Tanya broke in, "She's even got her own website
now."

"Come on slut." Dupree called out to Amy, "We can't keep those fans waitin'."

TO BE CONTINUED....

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