My Wife My Slut Slave Ch 06

After watching her get gangbanged by a bunch of black guys, I had decided I wanted to make Mary into an utter slut, and this was where I was starting. I used an online service that connected private strippers with private parties. I used real, if somewhat doctored, pictures of Mary. If people we knew saw them, she would be humiliated. Potential customers knew exactly what they were getting. No full frontals. Individual pictures of her face, her tits, and her ass, all bare. Then I priced her to move. It didn't take long to book parties for Friday and Saturday night. Friday was a bachelor party at a nearby hotel; Saturday looked to be a fraternity or something. Maybe they wanted someone who looked like their mommy.

Friday came and we went to a salon so Mary's hair was full and platinum blonde, her makeup done perfectly, and mostly water proof. I bought her clothes for the night from "Hot Topic" and "Fredericks of Hollywood." Shiny blue thong panties to match her eyes. A shiny blue bra, no foam, just sheer, satin-like material for the cups, with a substantial shelf to push her tits up and give her more cleavage. A spaghetti strap tank top, bright red, then another one bright blue. She ended up with three straps over her shoulders, red, blue, red, and the flat line of the tank tops went across her chest so that her cleavage was accentuated. On the bottom, she had a denim skirt. For shoes, she had three inch heels, the vinyl sides and heel made to look like denim. Over all of this she had a black raincoat that came down to about mid-thigh in the front, with a slit in the back to accommodate her hips.

We ubered to the hotel. I had told Mary that she couldn't put her knees together so the Pakistani guy driving could look in the mirror and see up Mary's skirt to her bright blue panties. I had a big flask of vodka in a bag of "tricks." Before leaving, Mary had drunk three cosmos, made by me, and she was pretty tipsy already. Age hadn't made her able to hold her liquor. Our stop was a hotel, mid priced. I helped her out of the uber, making her slide across and get out so that the driver couldn't avoid seeing up her skirt one last time.

We went to the appropriate suite and heard music thumping from inside. I knocked and a boy in his twenties, dressed in jeans with long greasy hair and a bottle of cheap beer in his hand, opened the door and looked at us. A glance for me -- I was wearing jeans and a black sport coat over a yellow tee shirt, the coat's sleeves pushed up to my elbows -- and a long, lingering gaze on Mary. In the heels, Mary was over six feet tall and she towered over him.

"This is 'Chartreuse,'" I said, giving him her new "stage" name. "And I'm Dirk," another made up name. I got a vinmo paying for us to come to this party. He just stared.

A black guy came up behind him and saw us. "Daaammmmnnn!" he exclaimed. "We didn't know who would show up for a hundred bucks. You look like you could be worth a thousand." Mary, who had been nervous, relaxed a bit and smiled at that. They let us in. There was a sea of faces, over twenty, half white, half black. All were dressed casually. Many of them had their shirts open, the room hot from all the people. All of them had bottles of cheap beer and had obviously been working on them for awhile. I don't know how the hotel hadn't already come to shut down the loud party.

"Is this our stripper?"

"She looks better than her pictures."

"How old is she?"

"Is that your mom?" Snigger.

"Check out those heels."

"Check out that ass."

"Check out those tits."

Mary was speechless. One of the guys handed her a beer and she downed the whole thing. That drew applause. "I'm, um, Chartreuse," Mary stammered, having some trouble remembering her alias.

"Oh, baby, you so much more than that," said one of the black guys.

"Why she so cheap?" another asked.

I chimed in. "We're doing an experimental, avante garde strip session," I chimed in. "We didn't want to upset anyone by making them pay a lot of money and then having them not enjoy it."

I pulled stuff out of my bag of tricks. Mary held her hands towards me, her elegant fingernails painted blue to match her underwear, her large wedding ring obvious. I had some gold handcuffs I slapped on her wrists. They were titanium. Then I passed out a half dozen cloth scissors.

Mary clasped her hands together and put them behind her head and started swaying her hips, her knees bent, feet apart. "Instead of her stripping for you," I explained. "You strip her. Feel free to use the scissors to help with that."

The guys, all some level of drunk, seemed confused. I had kept one pair of scissors for myself so I snipped one of the outermost blue straps going over Mary's left shoulder. Then they got the idea.

The guys surged forward. Mary closed her eyes as the scissors went to work. I'd made certain that they weren't pointed so the guys couldn't stab her. It turned out I should have been more worried about them.

"Give me those!"

"I want a pair."

"I want her bra strap."

"Michael's the groom. Let him through."

All of the guys were pressed up against Mary. She hated crowds, hated people bumping and pressing into her like this. Luckily, she was drunk and a head taller than most of these guys who were, generally, short.

The scissors did quick work on Mary's outfit, much faster than a song bumping out on the radio, my only measure of time stripping. The straps were very popular, getting cut one at a time. Someone didn't even bother cutting her tank tops, just pulling them down to reveal her ample cleavage. The guy behind couldn't figure out the fastening or didn't care so he just cut the bra strap and my wife's bra was pulled away, revealing her bare white breasts with their pink alveolae and hard nipples.

The whole bachelor party pulled away from Mary and stared at her bare tits, uncertain what to do. I helped them out. "Feel free to touch, gentlemen. Letting men get a handful is what Chartreuse is known for."

"Serious?" one of the guys said, but another was pulling "Mark the bachelor's" hand up to grab one big tit. They were big enough that it took the whole hand.

"Yup," I reassured them. "Grab, lick, suck, kiss, whatever." One of the guys who was taller than the rest grabbed Mary's head and shoved his lips at her, sticking his tongue into her mouth. Mark the bachelor went ahead and started sucking the tit he'd grabbed while one of his groomsmen did the other. The guys behind Mary started caressing her skin, then biting her shoulders.

An industrious young man got on his knees and started cutting through Mary's minidress from the bottom up. It was thick fabric so he had to saw through it. He was trying to be careful but Mary still ended up with a red scratch along her thigh. Mary's dress fell away. I'd instructed her to make certain her legs were apart for this part. Hands were in her panties even before they could be cut off. She had a hand on each bubbly asscheek and Mark got his hand pulled into the front of her pussy. He coughed in surprise into her boob as his fingers went into her bush. Another guy had his hand over Mark's and obviously shoved a couple of fingers into Mary's accepting pussy.

"She's so wet!" the young man exclaimed.

One of the guys, the best man I figured, looked over at me. "What else? That is..."

I waded through the crowd and pushed Mary to her knees. "Ten dollars for a blowjob."

"Shit!" one of the guys said and handed me a twenty. "Mark, get your pants open." Nobody commented as Mark's friends pulled Mark's pants open, freeing his cock. He was hard and pushed his cock to Mary's mouth. I'd told Mary she had to do what they wanted so she opened her mouth. She didn't like giving head but that was too fucking bad. Mark got his sweaty cock into Mary's mouth and she started sucking. I grabbed my wife's blonde head and pushed her into the young man's crotch, making her choke and gag on his cock.

"She loves that," I assured the guys.

"How much to fuck her?" one of the guys said, realizing there may be more on the menu.

"Twenty," I said, and pulled out a condom. The guy looked at it like it was a bug I'd scraped off the bottom of my shoe. "Thirty without," I said. I could feel Mary trying to pull away so she could protest being raw dogged but I held her head with her mouth on Mark's dick.

I had a fifty dollar bill pressed into my hand and the speaker got on his knees, pulled out his cock and got behind Mary. She gave in and spread her legs apart as the drunk young man lined his cock up with her pussy and shoved it in. "Damn, she is wet!" he said. Mary immediately started to moan. I think she was cumming.

One of Mark's friends pulled the groom's hips back so his cock came out of Mary's mouth. "He should get to fuck her!" the guy said and started pulling the young black man around to Mary's back, his pants around his ankles. Mary fell forward, putting her cuffed hands down in time to stop her fall so she was on all fours, legs apart, wrists cuffed together. Another guy, a Mexican, gave me a ten and dropped to his knees in front of Mary. He'd seen how I treated Mary and grabbed Mary's head as she opened her mouth and shoved his cock into it, making my wife gag.

Mark was behind Mary, pulling on her big hips, his own hips slapping into her ass. "Oooohhh!" Mark came quickly. Another black guy dropped behind Mary. She wasn't racist but she didn't like black men for sex. I took pictures. "How much for her ass?" this guy asked.

"Fifty," I said, shooting lube from my bag of tricks onto her asshole and pulling out another condom. The kid's eyes narrowed when he saw it. "A hundred without." Several of the guys pooled their money so the black kid could stick his cock into my wife's ass. Mary tried to protest but the Mexican kid in front of her just kept fucking her mouth, making her choke and gag. Her mouth opened, nothing coming out, as he forced his cock down her throat. My cock was rock hard seeing that.

Several of the guys took the opportunity to grope Mary's large tits as they hung down. The kid fucking Mary's ass finally figured out he should spank her and started to do just that, making Mary jerk with each smack. He wasn't being gentle. The black kid shot his load into my wife's ass and his place was taken by a skinny white kid who just wanted pussy and followed Mike into Mary's cum-filled pussy. The Mexican in Mary's mouth shot his load into her and was replaced, ten dollars in my hand, by the black kid who'd just fucked Mary's ass. He was black and had been in her ass. Either of those would have made Mary grimace but at first she was too busy orgasming loudly around the cocks in her pussy and mouth. I asked her later whether it was the taste of black dick or the taste of her own ass that was worse but Mary didn't remember even knowing who or what was in her mouth as she came repeatedly.

The bachelor party was running out of big bills so I took the stacks of ones they had brought for the stripper. When they ran out of that, I stopped charging. I had the group of them pick Mary up -- she hated that too -- and toss her onto her back on the bed. She pulled her legs up as they dragged her ass down to the edge of the bed. Mark the groom started fucking my wife again while one of his black friends sat on her stomach and, squeezing her tits together, tit fucked her. Mary had her hands between her legs, pulling her pussy lips apart and rubbing her clit, her eyes closed, head back, moaning with pleasure.

"Yes, fuck me!" she shouted. Then she came, screaming. The black guy on her stomach stopped, afraid he was hurting her, but Mary shook her body up and down like she was trying to help her tits fuck him and he got back to it. Mary screamed again and the boy on his chest shot his load on her chest, neck, and face, then got up to be replaced by a bigger black guy. Mark was replaced by the Mexican kid, who was fine shoving his cock into a pussy already filled with cum. Cum leaked around his cock and made a squelching noise as he fucked my wife. He shouted and shot more in there.

Mary must have lost her mind because, when the third black guy, a skinny one with the biggest cock yet, straddled her belly to fuck her tits, she yelled, "Fuck my tits, you faggot!" The guy on her stomach stopped in shock.

"Bitch!" the boy yelled then reared his hand back and slapped my wife on the face, hard enough to make her head turn. She had a smile on her face as he started slapping her big tits and her cheek turned red. I thought my hard on would burst from my pants. He kept thrusting his cock on her chest but her tits weren't pressed against it, instead jerking around with his slaps. Soon he was ready to cum. The black kid grabbed her jaw in his hand and used his other hand to shove his cock into her mouth, then fell forward, pulling Mary's blonde hair, to shove his cock all the way down her throat, his pelvis crushing her nose, his balls resting on her chin as he came in her mouth. Mary had her mouth open to breathe but couldn't and choked and gagged when he got off, her stomach retching, before she was able to swallow. She didn't stop rubbing her clit furiously, though, and came again.

Eventually, after what seemed like forever, but was more like two hours, the bachelor party attendees ran out of cum and hard-ons. Some of them did better than others but all of them ended up lying back, panting, their cocks dripping Mary's juices and their own cum. The smallest black guy brought towels and washcloths from the bathroom and passed them around so the guys could wipe off their spent cocks. He gave the biggest one to Mary, who wiped off the cum that was still wet, leaving dried cum in her hair and on her face, tits, ass, pelvis, collarbone and neck. Her cut up clothes went into the trash and I helped Mary into her coat as she stepped into her shoes.

We went out into the brisk night air through a back door of the hotel, the harsh light of the parking lot light beaming down. Mary pulled her coat tighter and shivered. I led her across the parking lot. Mary, looking concerned, asked, "Aren't we going to get an uber?" I just ignored her and helped her up a mud embankment and into some bushes. I had the handcuffs out and cuffed her wrists in front of her. Her hands were so small that she had pulled them off so I made them righter, the titanium cutting into her arms above her wrist bones. A tear of pain came into Mary's eye and she looked distraught. "Maaatttt," she whined, obviously exhausted.

I ignored her plea and pushed her coat off her shoulders and down, revealing her bare chest and tits. "My turn," I explained and pushed my shivering wife to her knees as I got out my cock. Mary looked for a second at my cock then went at it with gusto. The jacket prevented her from raising her hands as she sucked me like a maniac. I think she just wanted to get me done so she could get back inside where it was warm. I came in a minute, turned on at seeing my wife used by so many men of so many colors tonight.

I grabbed my wife's head from behind and, with her still whining, shoved it forward. I pressed into the pine needles on the floor of the clearing, joining her knees. She whimpered as I entered her asshole, already stretched open multiple times. I fucked it hard, leaning on her head so that she couldn't move, the needles digging into her face. It turned me on that somebody might hear my hips slapping into her big ass. The ring of her rectum was gripping my cock, still hard despite cuming in her mouth. Her rose of an asshole was certainly still wet. Then I switched to her pussy, which was even wetter.

She was getting off on being used and abused in the bushes, in having spent the night being gangbanged by a bunch of young men like a cheap whore. The wetness of her pussy made her pussy almost too slick to get me off. For her part, was rubbing her clit again and we both came. Mary's eyes were closed, her brow furrowed, and her mouth open soundlessly -- whether to keep us from being discovered or because she'd lost her voice with the guys. I leaned in, pushing her face deeper into the dirt, as I filled her pussy, already brimming with the seed of a half dozen guys, with my own copious load. Then I helped my wife up and back into her shoes, brushed the needles off her face but not out of her hair, pulled her coat up and buttoned it while leaving her wrists cuffed, and directed the uber to get us at the street next to the hotel.