THE COP'S WIFE, PART FIVE 

    Tom spent the night on the couch, but he didn't get much sleep. He 
was frequently awakened by the sounds coming from the bedroom: Tanya's 
harsh voice, Amy's cries  of pain, groans and screams of ecstasy from 
both women.  He masturbated several times, his mind supplying him with 
images to fit the sounds. Finally, near dawn, the house became quiet and 
Tom fell into a fitful slumber. 

   He was awakened by the sound of the front door opening. Marcus Dupree 
swaggered in, a broad smile on his black face. He chuckled when he saw 
Tom lying on the couch. "S'matter, Tommy boy?" he sneered. "Wifey throw 
you outta your own bedroom? I bet Tanya been givin' her a real workout." 
He raised his voice. "You bitches get out here," he called. "Now!" 

  In a moment, Amy and Tanya came out of the bedroom. They were both 
naked. Dupree nodded approvingly. "You look like you been havin' fun," he 
said. He looked at Tanya. "You got the bitch trained yet?" 

     Tanya ran her hand through Amy's hair. "She's coming along," she 
said. "She's a stupid cunt, but she can learn, can't you, Amy-slut?" 

   "Yes, Mistress," Amy murmured, her eyes downcast. "I...I want to 
learn..." 

     "Well, let's see how you comin' along," Dupree said. He reached down 
and unzipped his fly. Amy obediently dropped to her knees before him. 
Dupree grinned. "Well, she learnin' what she's good for." He pulled out 
his cock. Amy's eyes went immediately to the huge prick and she moaned. 
`Whass that, baby?" Dupree said. "You been fucked all night, an' now you 
want some big black dick to suck?" 

   "Nothing like the real thing, is there, Amy-slut?" Tanya said. 

   "No," Amy whispered. "Please...let me suck it."

    "You better do a good job, now," Dupree taunted. 

      "I will," Amy said, "I promise, I'll suck it so good..." 

       "Okay then," Dupree said. "Suck my dick." 

       With a groan, Amy opened her mouth and took him in. Her lips were 
stretched tight around Dupree's thick shaft. She slid them slowly down 
his immense length, working her lips and tongue eagerly.  She sucked 
noisily, gorging herself on Dupree's man-meat. She reached up with one 
hand to cup his testicles,  gently stroking them with her fingers.  

      "Damn," Dupree grunted. "You gettin' to be a pretty good 
cocksucker. When you started you weren't worth a shit."

       "She hadn't had much practice," Tanya laughed. "Not with Tom's 
little prick."  Tom's fists clenched in rage, but he couldn't tear his 
eyes away from the sight of his wife, slavishly worshiping her black 
pimp's cock. She looked up at him adoringly as she took more and more of 
his prick down her throat. Finally, almost three quarters of the way 
down, she reached her limit and started to gag. As she tried to pull 
away, however, Tanya stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair. 

    "Oh, no, bitch," she hissed. "You don't get a choice of how much cock 
you take. You take it all." She pushed Amy's head forwards, down on 
Dupree's cock. Amy's hand reached up as if to push him away. Lightning 
quick, Tanya grabbed Amy's slim wrist and pulled it down, bending it 
behind her back painfully. Amy's yelp of pain came out as a strangled 
gurgle around Dupree's choking cock. 

  
   "If you  do that again," Tanya snapped, "I'll break your fucking arm. 
Now suck, bitch!" Amy tried frantically to comply, shoving her mouth as 
far down his prick as it would go. She gagged and choked , saliva 
dripping from the corners of her obscenely stretched lips, but the 
merciless Tanya twisted her wrist painfully every time she tried to pull 
back. Finally, near unconsciousness, she took the last inch into her 
throat. 

   "See," Tanya whispered in her ear, "I know you could do it." With a 
muffled groan, Amy began deep throating him, moving her lips slowly up 
and down his cock, taking him to the root every time. 

    "Yeahhh..." Dupree whispered. Thass right...suck that dick. Show me 
how much you love it. You love that big black dick, don't you, Amy?" 

    "Mnnnh-hmmmmh.." Amy mumbled around the mouth-filling hardness. Tanya 
released her arm and whispered something in her ear. Amy began massaging 
her own big breasts, pulling and milking them, squeezing the nipples 
between her fingers. `Harder, bitch," Tanya ordered. `Make it hurt...show 
Daddy Marcus what a little pain-slut you've turned into." Amy whimpered 
as she twisted her own nipples harshly. The stimulation turned her on 
even more and she began sucking him more eagerly. 

   "Aaaaaaaaaahhhh..." Dupree groaned. He turned to Tom and grinned. 
""She real well-trained now, Tommy-Boy.  Looks like she about ready to be 
turned out for real." He looked down to where Amy was slurping and 
sucking greedily at his cock. "How about it, whore? You ready to start 
earnin' some money to pay back what Tommy-Boy owes  me?" He grabbed her 
by the hair and pulled her mouth away from his dick. She gasped as he 
popped out of her mouth. She whimpered at the sudden loss of the cock she 
had been devotedly pleasuring. He shook her by the hair roughly. "Answer 
me, bitch!" he snapped. 

  "Yes, Daddy," she sobbed. "I'm ready for you to turn me out. I'm ready 
to whore for you. Whatever you want...men, women, I'll even do the dog 
again...but," she looked at Tom contemptuously, "it's not for him. I 
don't care about him anymore." Tom's control finally snapped. He started 
towards Amy. In a quick movement Tanya stepped between them and kicked 
Tom in the balls. 

  The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt. He fell to the 
floor, gasping for breath and clutching his crotch. Tom rolled into a 
fetal position to try to protect himself  Tanya kicked him again, in the 
kidneys.  As he arched backwards in pain she rolled him over onto his 
stomach with her foot and fell on him, pinning him face down with  her 
knee on his spine. She grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up. "I 
should kill you for that," she hissed in his ear, "but Daddy Marcus wants 
you alive and suffering. And that's what you'll do, Tom. Suffer. As long 
as we want. Now watch your wife, Tom. Watch her beg to suck another man's 
dick.."

     Tom sobbed with the pain and humiliation as he saw Amy. She had 
turned back to Dupree and tried to take his cock back in her mouth. He 
grinned sadistically and held her away . "Please," she 
groaned..."Please... I want to make you happy...let me have your cock 
again...you were almost ready to come, I could feel it..." She stuck her 
tongue out and tried to reach it. He laughed and gave her just a taste, 
rolling the head of his cock on the tip of her tongue, then pulling it 
away, to the side. `PLEASE!" Amy begged. "Just tell me what you want me 
to do...anything, Daddy, anything you want..." she looked over at Tanya. 
`Do you want to watch her hurt me? Do you want to watch her fuck me?" She 
turned back to Dupree. "Or the dog...I'll suck the dog off while you 
watch. I'll suck his cock right down to the knot...I'll lay on my back 
and let him fuck my mouth, deep...You can tape it...I'll make it so 
nasty, you'll sell a million copies...I promise, anything, anything you 
want...just PLEASE, let me suck your dick  some more...." 

   "Yeah," Marcus said. "You ready to whore for me now." he looked over 
at Tanya. "Get over here, bitch," he ordered. "Tommy ain't goin' 
nowhere." Tom felt the pressure on his spine ease as Tanya got up. She 
walked over and dropped to her knees beside Amy. Marcus turned to her. 
The blonde woman opened her mouth and sucked his cock into her mouth with 
a long slurp.  She slid her mouth down Dupree's cock, her eyes fixed on 
Amy's.  "Now,"  Marcus said. "You girls learn how to share." Reluctantly, 
the blonde Mistress turned his cock back to Amy, who groaned as she 
sucked it in gratefully. The two women began taking turns sucking and 
licking Dupree's cock. Tanya began licking and sucking the shaft as Amy 
sucked on the head. Then Amy took one of Dupree's low hanging balls into 
her mouth and sucked gently as Tanya deep throated him. It went on and 
on, the two women working together to pleasure their Master and pimp. 
Tom, still lying on the floor, unzipped his pants and began stroking 
himself. Dupree looked over and laughed. The two women paused a moment to 
see what was so amusing. Then they laughed scornfully  too before they 
returned to their work.    Dupree became rougher with them, slapping his 
socks against their faces and choke-fucking both of them until their eyes 
watered and tears streaked both of the women's faces. Finally, Dupree 
threw back his head and bellowed with is approaching climax.  Tanya, who 
had been the one with the head in her mouth, pulled it out and began 
pumping quickly with her hand, pointing the cock at Amy's panting face. 
"Take it, slut," she ordered. "Take his load all over your face." 

    "Yes," Amy cried. "Come on my face...cover me with it..." 

    Dupree began coming, shooting spurt after spurt of thick white sperm 
on Amy's face. She held her mouth open wide, catching some of the jism on 
her lips and tongue. He came and came, coating  Amy's face, her hair, her 
neck. Amy cupped her breast in her hands and lifted them up, offering 
them to be spermed as well. Dupree wiped his still-leaking cock on her 
breasts, smearing them with his juice. Tanya bent down to lick the drops 
of sperm from Amy's tits before coming back up and kissing her roughly. 
Amy moaned as Tanya raped her mouth with her tongue. Then Tanya broke the 
kiss and  looked over at Tom. A frown crossed her face. 

    "Hey," she looked up at Dupree. "Is he supposed to be getting free 
shows now, Daddy?" 

     Dupree looked thoughtful "You know," he said. "You right." He zipped 
himself up. "How about it, Tommy-Boy?" he said. "You been playin',  now 
it's time to pay." 

     Tom looked up in agony. His hand stopped moving on his cock. "I gave 
all my money to her," he said through gritted teeth. "Last night. And 
besides, I didn't come yet." 

    "Ain't my problem, Tommy-boy," Dupree said. He reached in his pocket 
and came out with a knife which he flicked open. "Amy's on the clock now, 
boy. So it looks like you need to take a trip to the ATM." 

     Tom got slowly to his feet. As if he was sleepwalking, he walked to 
the hook on the wall where his keys were. Dupree walked over and put his 
hand over Tom's. 

   "Unh-unh." he said. "We goin' with you.  Don't want you doin' nothin' 
stupid." He turned to Tanya. "Get her dressed for work." he said. Tanya 
put her arm around Amy and took her into the bedroom. 

      When they came out a few minutes later, Amy was dressed in a pair 
of cutoff jeans that were at least two sizes too small. They hugged her 
so tightly, Tom could clearly see the online of her vulva. She wore one 
of Tom's workshirts tied up underneath her breasts. She obviously wore no 
bra. A pair of high heels completed the look. Dupree nodded approvingly. 
"Love that Daisy Duke look," he said. 

          When they got outside, Dupree looked at Tom's BMW. "Nice 
ride," he said. 

      "You can have it," said Tom. "Just go away and leave us alone." 

       "Awwww...tom," Dupree said. "You gonna hurt my feelin's Besides, 
Amy don't want me to go away, do you, Amy?" he put his arm around her 
shoulder, his hand resting on her breast. He began kneading and massaging 
the firm mound, his fingers caressing the nipple that poked against the 
cloth of the workshirt. 

    Amy's eyes glazed. "No, Daddy," she said in a voice thick with lust. 
"I don't want you to leave."  He squeezed her breast harder and she 
moaned. 

    "We can't fit everyone in that Beemer," Dupree decided. "We'll take 
my car. Tommy, you drive." He tossed the keys to Tom. Amy and Tanya got 
in the back seat. Dupree got in the passenger side, still holding his 
knife. 

     As they pulled out of the driveway, Tom heard a rustle of cloth from 
the back seat, followed by a low whimper. He stole a look over his 
shoulder. Tanya had her tongue buried in Amy's mouth and her hand was 
inside the workshirt , roughly fondling  Amy's bare breast. 

    "Keep your eyes on the road, Tommy-boy," Dupree rumbled. Tom turned 
back to the road. All the way to the bank, he was driven nearly insane by 
the sounds he was hearing: moaning, whispers, every now and then a low 
cry of pain. Finally, they pulled up to the bank. There was an ATM 
mounted outside the door.. 

    "I figger you owe me fifty dollars, boy," Dupree said. "But you 
probably gonna be needin' more." 
 
    Tom was fuming as he got out of the car. As he punched the buttons on 
the ATM, he heard a large vehicle pull up. He looked around. A badly 
battered and dented blue pickup truck had pulled in. There were five 
young Hispanic men getting out of the bed of the truck. Two older 
Hispanic men rode up front. The younger men walked into the bank, each 
clutching a check. Tom saw Dupree get out of the car and walk over to the 
truck. He engaged the driver in conversation. Tom turned around to get 
the money  out of the slot. When he turned back, Amy was out of the car, 
standing next to Dupree. Dupree had his hand on her shoulder, still 
talking.  The man was looking at Amy. To Tom's horror, he licked his 
lips.   He wanted to scream as the realization of what was going on hit 
him. Dupree said something to Amy. She shook her head. He spoke again, 
angrier this time. She said something back. He couldn't make out the 
words but he heard the note of pleading in her voice. 

   "Hey buddy," a voice said. "You done?" 

     There was a man standing behind him. Tom looked at him 
uncomprehendingly  for a moment. "You done, pal?" the man asked again. 
Tom nodded and moved aside. When he looked back, what he saw made him 
almost throw up. Amy had opened the workshirt and was showing her naked 
tits to the driver of the pickup. The group of young men were coming out 
of the bank. When they saw the tableau by the truck, they stopped dead, 
the ones at the back of the line stumbling comically into the ones in 
front. They quickly recovered and walked over to the pickup where Amy, 
her head down, was refastening the shirt under her breasts. 

   Tom stumbled like a drunk as he walked back to the car. He got in at 
the same time as Dupree and Amy. Amy's face was flushed with excitement. 
Tom could see her nipples even more clearly now. They were as stiff as 
nails. 

     `Follow that truck," Dupree told Tom. He grinned. It's payday, and 
Amy's got a train to catch."  

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