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Subject: {ASSM} THE COP'S WIFE, PART SEVEN (MMMM+/F, IR, CUCKOLD, REVENGE)
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Date: Tue, 25 May 2004 00:10:03 -0400
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Here (again) is Part Seven of The Cop's Wife. Parts One Through Six are 
available by searching the ASS Text Repository (www.asstr-mirror.org) Look in 
Ted E Bears Collection on asstr-mirror.org at 

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/tedebear/Other_Authors

And look for Rusty Shackleford. 

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 Part Six,  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 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 ran down her beautiful face. 	

     Dupree ran a hand through Amy's hair in a parody of tenderness. "I 
know you have, bitch," he said. "But Tom disobeyed 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 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 you want 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, even a dog. And all of them featured her talking about how much 
better the fucking she was getting was than anything Tom could do. 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 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 breathed, "you can't..." 

     Amy's older sister Holly had always lorded it over her younger 
sibling. Holly had been head cheerleader, 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 
choice 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. "Plese, 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 o'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 o'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 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 realize too late, was the essence of Dupree's 
punishment...Dupree knew Tom's weaknesses, knew 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 whore-trainer, got up from the couch and 
followed, a smirk on her face. "We've got another little surprise for 
you, Tommy," she whispered, as she disappeared into the bedroom. 

    In a few more minutes, Tanya came back out. "We were going through 
your closets, Tommy," she said. "And  look what we found. Some of your 
old clothes." She clapped her hands commandingly

   Amy came out of the bedroom. Dupree and his assistant had dressed her 
in Tom's uniform 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 blouse was stretched tight 
across her big tits, so tightly that Tom could clearly see her nipples. 
Even the aureoles 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 gunbelt hung around her waist, his handcuffs and 
nightstick dangling from it.

    "Looks good, don't she Tommy-boy?" Marcus Dupree grinned as he 
followed Amy into the living room. "She 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 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, 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 and roared with laughter. "That's right, Tommy-boy," he said. "They 
all men 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 them of 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 gonna get fucked, whether 
you live or dead.."  He stood up. "Time to go." 

    This time it was Tom in the back seat with Tanya holding the gun on 
him. Dupree sat up front with Amy. They had no sooner pulled out of the 
driveway when Dupree turned to her. "We better get you warmed up," he 
said. "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 Tom heard soft slurping and sucking 
sounds and Dupree's grunts of pleasure.   

    "Yaaah..." he said 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. She seemed to delight in 
torturing him. "She really does love sucking cock...now that she's 
learned what real a cock is." She reached over and dipped her hand 
between his legs. "And you love listening to it, don't you? 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 know how good it felt. But the 
combination of her expert stroking and the sounds 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 show."   

    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 hard looks as they went 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 of the place had been boarded over. The few intact ones were 
painted black. Loud pounding rap music came from inside. 

     Dupree made no move to get out. "Jus' a second," he grunted. "Let 
Amy finish me off." He dropped his hands from the wheel to Amy's head 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. In a few moments 
he was  grunting with climax, the animalistic sounds ending with a long 
sigh of pleasure. When he was done, Amy sat up. She put the cop hat back 
on her head as they got out. Tanya and Tom got out of the back. 

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

   Tom looked at his wife. Her eyes were smoky with that look of lust 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 
with a slow sensuous motion. As she walked over to him,  he could see 
that the crotch of her thong panties was damp with excitement. "I hope 
you enjoy this," she whispered savagely as she cuffed his hands behind 
his back. 

   "I see you already are," he shot back. She didn't answer, 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, Tom heard the clicking of 
several heavy locks. The door swung wide. 

   A short stocky black man stood in the doorway. He held a beer in one 
hand, and a smoking joint dangled from his lips. His hair was styled in 
tight cornrows and his eyes were bloodshot form the beer and weed. He 
nodded to Dupree. "S'up," he said laconically. Then he looked at Amy and 
his eyes widened. His face split into a grin. "Dayum," he said. He looked 
at Tom still standing behind. "Hey, Officer Barkley," he said with a 
malicious gleam in his eye. "You remember me?" 

    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 was out after only five years. 

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

    Jones turned and walked back into the darkness behind him. They 
followed 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 on one end. The air was thick with the stench of pot smoke 
and beer. A motley assortment of flimsy tables and mismatched chairs was 
scattered throughout the room. There were a dozen or more men seated at 
the tables or standing around with beers or 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 tossed 
her easily, like a rag doll,  to the center of the room, where she was 
caught by a laughing fat man who looked Hispanic. The man  pinned Amy's 
arms to her sides and pulled her back against him. He planted a sloppy 
kiss on her neck and flung her into the arms of a tall skinny black man 
with a scarred face. Amy was weeping, her face streaked with tears. "HOLD 
ON!" Dupree shouted. Someone turned the music down. 

   "Now come on, brothers," Dupree said. "This ain't no way to treat a 
guest, now is it?" He walked over to where Amy sagged 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 Amy's 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 protested. 

       Jermaine shook her. `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. Here, let's make sure you don't get not any mischief." She undid 
the cuffs around Tom's wrists, then refastened them so that he was 
shackled to the chair, 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 
said. 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 
again, this time with the pot. Someone shoved a beer into her hand and 
she drank deeply. "Now," Dupree said, "lessee the bitch dance."  She 
stumbled slightly as he led her over to the stage. Someone turned the 
music up and switched on the stage lights. The stage was bathed in read 
and yellow light. 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 blouse up top, only a thong and high heels beneath. She looked 
terrified. "I said, DANCE, bitch!" Dupree yelled. 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 white bitch!" "Work it!" `This ain't the senior 
prom!" As their shouts became more insistent, Tom could see Amy's dance 
became sexier. The throbbing beat and heavily sexual lyrics, combined 
with the pot and beer forced on her, were obviously beginning to get to 
her. She began moving sinuously, 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. The 
movement made cuffs on her belt jingle. The men were cheering now, and it 
seemed to egg her on. She opened her eyes and looked into the crowd, 
making eye contact with individual men. Her hands came up and cupped her 
breasts outside the uniform, squeezing and rolling them until the nipples 
stood out under the fabric. She toyed with the top button, looking coyly 
at them, until they began shouting at her to "take it off!" The, with a 
violent motion, she ripped the blouse open. A huge cheer went up as her 
big tits spilled free. Amy played with her naked breasts for a moment, 
rubbing the nipples to even further hardness and erection. 

    "Hahha," Tanya said. "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 against it, up and down, up and down.  She threw her 
head back, her legs on either side, and rubbed her panty clad pussy 
against the pole 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, then slipped her lips over he end of the handle as if she were 
sucking a cock. But when she slid her free hand down inside the thong 
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, back onto 
the floor. She was forced to her knees as the men encircled her and 
unzipped their pants. Amy was surrounded by black and brown cocks, poking 
and thrusting at her from all angles. She opened her mouth and slid her 
lips down over the  enormous black cock of the man  directly in front of 
her. She reached up and wrapped her hands around two more, stroking them 
slowly as she sucked. The men not being pleasured mauled Amy's body 
savagely, their dark hands all over her breasts and buttocks. 
Periodically, one of the men would jerk her by the hair to force her to 
change from one cock to another. She seemed past the point of caring; she 
sucked and slurped greedily at whichever penis was before her. When all 
of the men had had a turn at her mouth, she was jerked to her feet. 
Someone ripped  the thong panties away from her and threw them aside. She 
was shoved over roughly, her arms pinned behind her, her big tits 
dangling and swinging beneath. One  man took the cuffs off the belt at 
her waist and fastened her hands behind her. Antonio Jones  stepped 
behind her and began forcing himself into her. "AAAAHHHHHHH..." Amy cried 
out in pain and pleasure as the huge penis  violated her cunt. Jones her 
grabbed her thick curly brown hair and yanked her head up. As soon as he 
did, another was before her, forcing his dick into her mouth. The two men 
began slamming Amy's helpless body  back and forth between them brutally 
like a rag doll, fucking her mouth and cunt with deep, pile driver 
strokes. Amy's cries of pain were muffled and gagged by the huge invader 
in her mouth, but Tom could tell when they began to transform into  by-
now familiar muffled groans of animalistic pleasure , then the spasmodic 
grunts of  orgasm. 

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

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

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

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

     "Please," he begged, "Please..." 

    She kissed him lightly on the ear. "Don't go `way now," she giggled. 
She walked over and knelt by Amy, smiling up at the men fucking her. 
"Check this out, boys," she said. She reached up to where Amy's breasts 
were swinging underneath her impaled body. She cupped one breast and 
massaged it gently.  Then she grabbed and twisted it savagely. Amy 
shrieked in pain, As she did, Jones grunted in surprised pleasure. 
`Damn," he said, "bitch tightened up like a little girl  when you did 
that." 

    "Yeah, " Tanya said, "she's a real pain-slut, isn't that right, 
Amy?" Amy's only response was a moan of  fear. Tanya twisted her breast 
again, wrenching another muffled shriek around the cock sawing in and out 
of her mouth. "Ahhh...." Jones groaned as the spasmodic twitching of 
Amy's cunt set off his climax. Tanya continued to torture Amy's breasts 
as he pounded her savagely, grunting with each spasm of cum blasting into 
Amy's womb. Amy was obviously coming too, her body quivering and shaking 
with 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....come 
for me...drown me in it...come on..."  She stuck out her tongue at the 
same moment he yelled that he was coming. 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 orgasms complete, both men pulled away from Amy, causing 
her to collapse to her knees. Drops of come glistened on her flushed 
face, and she extended her tongue to lick one off her lip. Tanya knelt 
beside her, grinning, and scooped some more up with her finger. She 
extended the finger to Amy's mouth. Amy moaned and licked delicately a 
the finger before sliding it into her mouth. Tanya laughed delightedly 
and looked at Tom. "Just when I think this little whore can't get any 
nastier," she said and winked at him. She reached out and picked up the 
patrolman's hat lying on the ground nearby. She put it back on Amy's 
head. 

   "Please," Amy groaned. 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 man and make me come again?" 

     A grinning black man sauntered over and lay on his back a few feet 
away. "Whyn't you come over here and get you some, slut?" he sneered at 
her.  Tom recognized Big Otis Gaines, a brutal pimp who 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, God," Amy gaped. She began  crawling 
towards him, awkwardly shuffling across the floor. "Huh," Gaines said, 
lazily stroking his massive shaft with his hand, "It ain't the first time 
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 on top of him, her knees on either side of him. Tom 
could see his cock rubbing against her pussy. She squirmed against him, 
trying to force the big shaft into her, but with her hands still shackled 
behind her, she couldn't put it in. . "Ohhhh...." she groaned. 
Please...please put it in me..." 

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

    "Oh, yes...please, I'm begging, I need it, I need cock..." He reached 
down and positioned his cock at the entrance to Amy's vagina. She gasped 
as the massive head stretched her abused pussy lips. Then she was 
screaming as he thrust up into her, shoving half his cock inside Amy's 
cunt with one stroke. "AAAAAAAAAH!" she cried out. "OH GOD! STOP! IT'S 
TOO BIIIG!" Gaines reached up and slapped her across the face, hard. 
`Shut up, whore," he snapped.. "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 cock into her. Then another, and another, each thrust wrenching 
another scream from Amy's contorted lips. Finally, he was buried in her 
to the hilt. He let her rest there for a moment. She was panting like a 
distance runner, her breath coming in short sobs. Then Tom saw her hips 
begin to squirm again, this time in pleasure. She whimpered as the feel 
of the giant cock inside 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 Amy's stretched pussy. She was 
screaming again, this time in pleasure as she rode that big cock. "YES! 
YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed in 
ecstacy as she strained towards another orgasm.  Another man took up 
position behind her and started force feeding his cock between Amy's 
buttocks. Her eyes opened in surprise, then narrowed with passion as she 
looked back over her shoulder. "Yes...." 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 to the hilt in Amy's 
tight ass, she began coming 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 Tom's  
cock or give it a few quick strokes. She continued, however to deny him 
orgasm. Tom was in agony, his cock throbbing with pain from the sight of 
his wife being gang-fucked. 

   She seemed to be in state of almost constant climax, screaming and 
cursing and sobbing with joy. "Someone put a cock in my mouth," she 
groaned. 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. The men fucking her began coming, their shouts blending 
with the sound of her sucking and her own grunts of climax. In moments, 
the man in her mouth was coming too. Amy swallowed as fast as she could, 
but some of the come dribbled down her chin. 
		
   When the three men were done with her, three more took their place, 
fucking Amy in the ass,  mouth and cunt, riding her hard  through another 
set of writhing screaming climaxes. Then she was thrown face down over a 
table and sodomized brutally while another man fucked her mouth. Then 
they freed her hands, but only so she could kneel in the circle and 
service the men with her mouth and hands again. After that they spread 
eagled her on the bar and took turns fucking her.  All the while, Tanya 
continued to torment Tom, stroking his cock to the point of orgasm, but 
refusing to let him come. He begged. He pleaded. He cursed her. He 
promised her anything if he could just come. She just smiled and shook 
her head. The men laughed and jeered at him, telling him that a little 
dick like that didn't deserve to come. Then they went back to fucking his 
wife.  

   Finally, all of the men had fucked her several times. She lay half 
conscious on the bar like a broken doll, her legs spread. Tom could see 
the come leaking out of her well-used cunt and ass, puddling beneath her 
on the bar. 
								
    Dupree sauntered over to him, clutching a fat wad of bills in one big 
hand. "Yep," he said with satisfaction, "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 for him to maintain his dignity however, with his 
cock sticking straight out exposed in front of him. 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," Dupree 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 come! I only fuck real men, Tommy." She stood up 
and clapped her hands. "Amy!" she barked. "You have another customer!" 

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

     She climbed off the bar and walked over slowly to where Tom sat 
cuffed to the chair. "On your knees, bitch," Tanya ordered, and Amy knelt 
obediently. Her eyes showed no recognition that she was kneeling before 
her husband. He was just 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." 

     "How `bout that Beemer of yours?" Dupree said. "Only seems fair. 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, now that she's been broken in properly. 
Imagine that warm, wet mouth wrapped around you, taking you in all the 
way..." 

    "Okay," Tom said. "Okay...take it, I don't care..." 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 Beemer. 
Tanya freed his hand and handed him a pen. Tears of shame spilling down 
his face, Tom 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. "Okay bitch," he said to 
Amy. "Suck." 

   Tom leaned back in the chair as Amy leaned forward and plunged her 
mouth down over his cock, taking him to the root in one swallow. After 
Tanya's long tease and denial, Tom began coming almost immediately, 
screaming out his climax as he emptied what seemed like a gallon of sperm 
into her wetly 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 of the come form his spasming cock and she pulled her 
head back. She smiled up at him, the false professional smile of a well-
trained whore. "Thanks, baby," she said. "Hope you liked it..." 

 Tom hung his head. "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 said. "What do you mean?" 

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

"You're...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. "Can't keep those fans 
waitin'." 

TO BE CONTINUED....

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