Duncan Fox - Deep throat wife

Naked, spread wide, her twat streaming come, her chest heaving, Karen eyed the producer warily. The naked, stocky man studied her pose. Wit a cruel grin, he took one of her tits and pinched it until tears of pain burned her eyes. The hot flood from her twat increased.

"Now let's see who gets the next shot at the little lady," he hissed nastily. Gripping one of the pegs, he pulled on it, pulled it down and around, starting the wheel and Karen turning.

Tied to the spinning disk, under the merciless glare of the bright stage lights, Karen whirled end over end in an insane, dizzy series of cartwheels. Her hair whipped in the breeze from the centrifugal force. Behind her naked body, the pie wedges of light flashed and flickered, bathing her in crazy patterns of colored light. Around the rim of the wheel lights flickered in the opposite direction.

She was the spinning wheel of chance and the prize. Her breasts swayed and shifted arousingly with the changing tug of gravity. The bindings that held her wrists and ankles chafed her tender skin. She began to feel sick and dizzy as the wheel continued to whirl around and around.

At last the spinning of the wheel slowed. The flashing lights dimmed Karen felt the wheel slow to a stop. Unfortunately, she was upside down. She desperately clutched the pegs her wrists were lashed to. She felt her feet falling away from their pegs. The ropes holding them tightened cruelly.

"My turn," Shanda purred, coming up to Karen. She hung helplessly suspended, crotch gaping wide and upward. Her cunt was a perfect funnel for Shanda's desires.

With a purr of happiness, the slender, big-titted model nuzzled her face into Karen's twat, and bit Karen's tender, juicy folds. Karen moaned. The blood pounded in her head as pain and pleasure blued through her inverted body. She arched her spine and struggled feebly against the cruel ropes. Shanda ignored the thrashing and devoted herself to devouring Karen's gaping snatch. She raped Karen with lips and teeth and tongue. Finally, Karen was writhing dn the verge of a blackout.

There was a commotion, and suddenly the wheel was moving again, and Shanda was no longer chewing on Karen's battered twat. Hands were tearing at Karen's bonds. One arm pulled free as the wheel stopped at a new angle. Karen flapped her arm helplessly, terrified of falling. Then she was spun upright and her feet were freed, then her remaining hand. She tumbled to the stage.

A man came down on top of her, rammed his dick into her streaming cunt. She spread herself wide, welcoming the brutal raping. She bucked and heaved and tossed, and suddenly she was on top, and she was raping him. Something dug into her ass, drilled into her bung with burning pain, and pleasure. She had two cocks in her now!

Cocks pounded in her ass and cunt. Karen felt the wall between the holes stretching, threatening to shred. She didn't care if it did, because she was feeling a pleasure that made up for everything else. Someone grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. A dick was jammed against her lips, driven into her mouth. Now she had three cocks working in her. Sucking frantically on the cock in her mouth, she let her bung be reamed, her cunt get raped. She felt her body convulse madly as she came.

The cock in her butt blistered her with a towering, pulsing flood of jizz. Her butt spasmed crazily. Then that spent prick whipped out of her flooded winkie, and another, fully erect one, was drilling through her exhausted crap-valve. The cock in her cunt erupted, then died. The man under her heaved her up and over, so she was on her beck on top of the man in her ass. Her flooded cunt was open, ready for another assault. The man who had been raping her mouth had been dislodged. He regained his opening, and she got his dick down her throat just in time to take his full load. She choked, spattering jism and spit all over. His prick whipped free of her mouth while it was still spouting. Thick juice showered her face, her eyes, her throat, and her hair.

Without even thinking, she reached up with both hands and smeared the creamy goo into her skin, coating her face with the unknown man's sex fluid.

The second cock to ream her began to spurt, and she soured upwards in the grip of yet another coming. The cock in her cunt jerked and heaved. She was getting a double-barreled load of jism. Pinned between two spurting men, the come of a third drying stickily on her face, Karen left her sanity behind and floated away on the flood of pleasure.

She roused to the unfamiliar sensation of someone holding and soothing her, without using one of her openings. Mindlessly, she snuggled into the comforting, gentle embrace. She tried to hide from her memories as she recovered. The lights on the stage began dying out.

"Oh, Karen," a familiar voice sighed.

"Mark?" Karen whimpered as cold fear slashed through her. She pulled back and looked, then slowly died inside at the sight of her husband's face. It was Mark who was holding her, snuggling, soothing her. And he was stark naked. She wanted to crawl into a hole.

"It's all right," he soothed. "It's all right."

"My God, what are you doing here?" she moaned.

"I was told to be here," he answered. "The producer said you were probably going to be a jackpot winner. They like to have the spouse here for the blessed event. Bernstein didn't expect the ending you supplied. Neither did I."

"Why didn't you stop me?" she whispered. "My God, what you saw!"

"I saw things I wish I'd known about years ago. I saw you do things I've always wanted to try, but didn't have the nerve. And I saw you bring those sons-of-bitches down."

"Who who was it that was doing me at the end?" she asked softly.

"Me, and the other men in the audience," Mark answered. "We ran all the bastards out, but we were too damned turned-on to keep from having you ourselves. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she sighed, relieved. "It was the most wonderful thing ever." She shivered. "What about Bernstein?"

"He'll pay you your winnings. Nothing else he can do. He'd be jailed if he didn't. I can tell you one thing, though."

"What's that?"

"From here on, the game will be honest. He learned his lesson."

Karen snuggled contentedly against her husband. "Can we play some games, once in a while?" she asked.

"You bet your sweet ass we can," he told her fondly.