Teresa and I are a pretty kinky couple. We’ve got a whole variety of sex-toys under our bed and we’re often seen at S&M themed parties in the city. 
	A couple of weekends ago, my wife and I went to a “torture” party downtown. It was pretty tame, but there were some fun things going on. One of them was an old gymnasium horse, which had been turned into a “whipping post.” There, people could volunteer to have themselves strapped over the horse and get a spanking on the ass.
	My wife thought it sound like a great idea. I think she’d taken a fancy to the girl in charge of the “whipping post,” who was a big blonde in a leather corset and an enormous rubber strap-on.
	Reluctantly, I followed my wife through the crowd. Soon, we were both led past the barrier and the girl in charge strapped Teresa down.
	The girl told us her name was Miss Whipcrack. She asked what my wife wanted to start off with. We’d experimented a little with a paddle back home, so Teresa suggested that to begin with. Miss Whipcrack nodded, circling my wife with a dangerous gleam in her eye.
	Miss Whipcrack pulled up the bottom of my wife’s rubber miniskirt. As normal, she’d gone without panties that evening. There was a hush in the room as the crowd saw her beautiful, round ass and her shaven pussy.
	Miss Whipcrack picked up a paddle and started beating down on my wife’s ass. At first, she did it gently, barely making a soft slapping noise. But then my wife dared to say “harder,” so the girl started to really lash the paddle down. 
	The slaps reverberated around the room. Miss Whipcrack’s strap-on jiggled with every blow. Soon my wife’s ass was bright red!
	My wife seemed to be loving it. Her hips squirmed as each blow landed and her eyes were half closed with pleasure. A moment later, Miss Whipcrack picked up an old Headmaster’s Cane and brought it down on my wife’s bottom with a sharp crack! 
	I cringed as a bright red welt blossomed neatly across my wife’s ass cheeks.
	Tears were running down my wife’s eyes, but still she moaned in pleasure. The cane came crashing down. Crack! Crack! Crack! 
	After a few moments, my wife’s ass had a bright red checkerboard crisscrossed across it. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. I thought that had to be the end. 
	But my wife’s display had brought quite a crowd over.
	Miss Whipcrack obviously wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to perform in front of an audience. She threw down the cane and stomped around in front of my wife. She stood with her hands on her hips and that big, rubber dildo pointing directly into Teresa’s face.
	I saw my wife nod wordlessly at Miss Whipcrack.
	She grabbed a handful of my wife’s hair, forcing the dildo straight into Teresa‘s mouth! My wife’s eyes shot open as the rubber dong was shoved down her throat!
	My wife struggled to breath, dribbling as Miss Whipcrack cruelly fucked her face. I watched, horrified. After a moment or two, Miss Whipcrack pulled the dildo out of my wife’s mouth and slapped her across the cheeks with it.
	The long, black dildo was slick with saliva. Miss Whipcrack marched around and eyed up Teresa’ defenceless bottom.
	Grabbing both of my wife’s ass cheeks, she shoved the strap-on right into Teresa’s pussy! It sank almost straight to the hilt, so fast that my wife gasped in surprise.
	The girl dug her fingernails into my wife’s ass and started thrusting, the strap-on sliding in and out of her moist cunt. My wife was moaning and tossing her head, amazed at the feeling of this big, rubber dick buried in her cunt.
	The girl was really rough with my wife, slapping her ass, pulling her hair and thrusting into her pussy hard and fast. But my wife loved it. She was mewling now, obviously close to coming.
	I nervously stepped forward, watching Teresa get brutally fucked. A little self-conscious, because everybody in the room was watching, I unzipped my flies and my hard-on came springing out.
	My wife licked her lips. She looked so sexy it made my cock throb. All I had to do was shuffle forward and my wife gobbled up my prick right to the balls.
	Miss Whipcrack watched, squeezing my wife’s ass harder and pounding her so much that her tits jiggled every time she thrust. The movement kept shoving my wife’s head forward so my cock kept slipping all the way down Teresa’s throat!
	With my cock in her mouth, Teresa mumbled that she was coming. The girl with the strap on seemed to be close too, sweat dripping off her forehead and obscenities coming out of her mouth. She kept calling my wife “cock slut” and “dildo bitch.” This made my own balls churn, so I pulled my cock from my wife’s mouth as it started to squirt my load all over her face..
	A huge spurt of creamy cum splattered my wife in the eye. I jacked off the rest of my stringy spunk, which dripped down across Teresa’s lips and chin.
	Behind her, Miss Whipcrack flopped down across my wife’s back.
	The crowd erupted into applause. My wife loved the attention. There was a slutty little smile on her face as she licked up my creamy load and slurped my limp cock clean with her tongue.
	When we got back home, my wife was sore all over! Her ass was so raw she couldn’t sit down for two days! But she couldn’t stop talking about how sexy the experience had been and how much she wanted to repeat it.
	Her pussy was too sore to fuck for almost a week, but every day she gave me a long, sloppy blowjob as I recounted the adventure. We’ve already got the next “torture” party marked on our calendar!

    

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