Sub Wife Take to the stage and ll it offers
The next two weeks dissolved into one long, dripping sexual blur.
Every day followed the same ruthless schedule: hard gym sessions that left my muscles trembling, hot yoga that made me drip sweat and arousal onto my mat, then two intense hours with Courtney training me to be a stage whore. She worked me mercilessly—teaching me the slow, hip-rolling walk that made men’s eyes lock on my cunt, the deep pole squats where I planted my heels wide, grabbed my ass cheeks, and pulled my pussy lips open so a customer could slide folded bills straight into my wet hole. She drilled me on floor work, on climbing the pole in sky-high heels, on dropping into full splits and bouncing my bare ass so my cheeks rippled. She taught me the stripper’s filthy flirt: biting my lip, crooking a finger, whispering “You want to put it in me, daddy?” while grinding my soaked cunt against a customer’s thigh.
She also made it clear that when I wasn’t on stage I was expected to mingle on the floor—sitting on laps, letting hands roam under my tiny skirt, keeping cocks hard and wallets open.
On the final day she took me to the club in the early morning quiet so I could learn every hallway, every private-room layout, every camera angle. She picked my audition outfit herself: a filthy little sex-cowgirl fantasy—tiny fringed skirt that barely covered my bare pussy, a knotted plaid shirt that framed my tits and left them half-spilling out, red cowboy boots with sky-high heels, a toy gun belt, and a hat. My hair was big and perfect, makeup slutty and flawless, lips painted the same bright cock-sucking red Michael loved.
Michael’s last order that morning had been simple and absolute:
“Dance like you were born for it. And when the owners want more, you give them everything. Every hole. Every drop. Make me proud.”
I waited in the wings, heart hammering, cunt already wet. The music slammed on—a dirty bass-heavy track—and I strutted onto that stage like I owned every inch of it. For seven full minutes I became pure sex. I spun the pole, inverted, locked my thighs and spun while slowly peeling the shirt open until my tits bounced free. I dropped into deep squats facing the empty chairs, hooked my thumbs in the tiny skirt, pulled it up and spread my knees so my glistening pussy was fully on display, then slapped my own ass hard enough to leave red handprints. I crawled, I rolled, I fingered myself just enough to coat my fingers and suck them clean while staring straight into the owners’ eyes. By the time the music died I was naked except for the boots and hat, chest heaving, thighs shiny with my own juices.
The two owners—Alex (older, thick-built, hungry eyes) and Derek (younger, tattooed, cock already tenting his pants)—stood up and applauded.
“You’re hired,” Alex said immediately. “Fucking natural. You’re gonna make a fortune here.”
Courtney, watching from the side, gave me a quick, proud kiss, tongue flicking mine, and whispered, “You’re better than me already, baby. Have fun in the office… the real audition starts now.”
I slipped on a short silk robe that covered almost nothing and followed the two men into the back office. The door locked behind us with a heavy click. Alex sat on the edge of the big desk; Derek leaned against the wall, already rubbing himself through his jeans.
They praised my body, my dance, the way my cunt had looked under the lights. Then Alex got to the point.
“We need to know you’ll always give the customers what they pay for—handjobs, blowjobs, full sex, whatever they want in the private rooms. No hesitation. No limits. You good with that?”
I stood there in the tiny robe, nipples hard, pussy throbbing, and answered exactly as Michael had trained me.
“Of course. Whatever they pay for, they get. I’m here to be used.”
Both men smiled like wolves.
Alex stood, unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and boxers in one push, and freed a thick, heavy 7-inch cock—veiny, already rock-hard, the fat head glistening with pre-cum. It looked angry and delicious.
“Then let’s see how good you really are, new girl. Get on your knees and suck this cock like the club slut you’re about to become.”
I dropped to my knees on the office carpet without hesitation, the robe falling open so my tits were fully exposed. I wrapped one hand around the thick base, feeling it pulse, and dragged my tongue from his balls all the way up the underside in a long, wet stripe, savoring the salty musky taste of him. I licked around the swollen head, tongue-flicking the slit, collecting every drop of pre-cum like it was candy. Then I opened wide and took him into my mouth.
He was thick—my lips stretched tight around him as I pushed forward, inch after inch, until the head nudged the back of my throat. I relaxed, breathed through my nose, and kept going until my nose was pressed to his stomach and his entire cock was buried down my throat. I held there, throat convulsing around him, eyes watering, then started bobbing—long, wet, sloppy strokes. Spit flooded out around his shaft and dripped off my chin onto my tits. I hollowed my cheeks hard on the way up, swirled my tongue around the head, then drove back down until I was gagging wetly on every thrust.
Alex groaned loud, hands fisting my perfect hair.
“Jesus Christ—look at this mouth. Fucking natural cock-sucker. Take it deeper, slut… yeah, choke on it. You’re gonna be the best little money-maker this club’s ever had. Customers are gonna drain their balls in this throat every night.”
I moaned around his cock like the grateful whore I was, looking up at him with watering eyes while I face-fucked myself on his thick meat. Behind me I heard Derek’s zipper and the wet sound of him stroking his cock while he watched.
Alex started thrusting, using my mouth, fucking my throat in short dirty strokes that made filthy wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds fill the office. Spit ran down my neck and soaked the open robe. I kept my hands behind my back the way Michael liked, offering my throat like a pure fuck-toy.
“That’s it… suck that cock. Get used to the taste—you’re gonna be swallowing a lot of cum in this club, new girl. Every load you take makes us money.”
He fucked my face harder, balls slapping my chin, until he suddenly pulled out with a wet pop, slapped my spit-shined cheek with his heavy cock, and growled,
“Derek’s turn. Then we’re both going to try that pretty married cunt and ass before we put you on the schedule. Welcome to the club, Linda.”
I turned on my knees, mouth already open, chin dripping, and crawled toward Derek’s waiting cock while Alex’s filthy praise still rang in my ears—
the perfect, owned stage slut Michael had turned me into, ready for every hole to be used.
I was still on my knees, spit running down my chin and dripping onto my tits, when Derek stepped up and fed me his cock. He was a little longer than Alex, just as thick, and already leaking. I took him straight to the root, nose buried in his pubic hair, throat bulging, while Alex walked behind me and kicked my knees wider apart on the carpet.
“Look at this married bitch,” Alex growled, crouching down and shoving three thick fingers straight up my dripping cunt with no warning. “One taste of cock and she’s already soaked. You love being used by strangers, don’t you, club slut?”
I pulled off Derek’s cock just long enough to gasp, “Yes, Sir— I love it,” then sank back down, gagging wetly as Derek started face-fucking me.
Alex scissored his fingers inside me, stretching my hole, then pulled them out and slapped my ass hard enough to leave a glowing red print.
“Up. Bend over the desk. Ass high, chest flat, reach back and spread those cheeks. Show us the holes we’re about to ruin.”
I scrambled up, robe falling completely off, and draped myself over the big wooden desk. My bare tits flattened against the cold surface. I reached back with both hands, grabbed my hard, gym-tight ass cheeks, and pulled them wide open—exposing my swollen, dripping pussy and the tight little asshole above it that still remembered Michael’s cock from the night before.
Derek moved in first. He rubbed his spit-slick cockhead up and down my slit, then slammed into my cunt in one brutal thrust, burying every inch. I cried out from the sudden stretch. He immediately started pounding me—deep, heavy strokes that made my ass ripple and my tits scrape across the desk.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Derek groaned. “Hot married pussy gripping me like a fist. You gonna let every customer who pays buy this cunt, whore?”
“Yes!” I moaned. “They can buy any hole—I’m just the club’s fuck-toy—”
Alex climbed onto the desk, knees on either side of my shoulders, and dropped his heavy, spit-shined cock back into my open mouth so I was spit-roasted—Derek destroying my pussy from behind while Alex fucked my throat. They found a rhythm, rocking me back and forth between them like a piece of meat. Every time Derek bottomed out in my cunt, Alex’s cock punched deeper into my throat. Spit poured from my lips; cunt juice poured down my thighs.
After a few minutes Derek pulled out, leaving my pussy gaping and twitching. Alex immediately took his place. He spat directly onto my asshole, rubbed the spit in with his thumb, then pressed his thick cockhead against the tight ring.
“Open that dirty shithole, Linda. I’m taking this ass while Derek stretches your cunt. You’re about to get double-stuffed like the worthless little gangbang slut you were born to be.”
I pushed back and bore down. Alex forced his thick cock into my ass inch by inch. The burn was intense—my ring stretched white around him until he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against me. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, face smashed into the desk, when Derek climbed up and lined up with my pussy again.
I felt the fat head nudge my already-fucked cunt.
“Please—” I whimpered, half-begging, half-terrified of how full I was about to be.
Derek pushed in.
The double penetration was overwhelming. Two thick cocks sliding deeper at the same time—one stretching my ass, one filling my pussy—until both men were buried to the hilt and I could feel them rubbing against each other through the thin wall inside me. I was impossibly full, stuffed, claimed. My eyes rolled back and a long, broken moan poured out of me.
They started moving.
Alex fucked my ass in slow, deep strokes while Derek pounded my cunt faster and harder. The sensation of both cocks sliding in and out in opposite rhythms made my whole body shake. Wet, filthy squelching sounds filled the office—my holes being used, spit and cunt cream dripping onto the desk and floor.
Alex grabbed my hair, yanked my head up, and started talking pure filth right into my ear while he railed my ass.
“Listen to you cream on two strange cocks. Michael’s perfect little wife—trained gym body, tight holes, and zero fucking dignity. You’re nothing but a pair of holes for the club now. We’re gonna put you on stage every night, then send you to the private rooms so men can rent this cunt and ass by the hour. You’ll come home to your husband dripping other men’s cum and thank him for the privilege. Say it.”
“I’m nothing but holes!” I sobbed, voice wrecked with pleasure. “I’m the club’s whore—rent my pussy, rent my ass, cum in me, I love it—please use me harder—”
Derek laughed and slapped my ass while he thrust deeper.
“She fucking loves it. Look how her cunt’s squirting around my cock. Married slut getting double-teamed on her first day and she’s already addicted.”
They really started pounding me then—both cocks slamming in hard and fast, using me like a living fleshlight. The desk creaked. My tits dragged back and forth. I came hard, screaming, pussy and ass clamping down on the two invading cocks, juices squirting out around Derek’s shaft and soaking both their balls. They didn’t stop. They fucked me straight through the orgasm and into another one until I was drooling, eyes unfocused, babbling thank-yous.
Alex growled first.
“Take my cum in your married ass, club property—”
He buried himself to the root and unloaded, thick hot pulses flooding my bowels. The feeling of his cock throbbing and pumping inside my ass set me off again. Seconds later Derek slammed deep into my cunt and came with a groan, flooding my pussy with spurt after spurt of hot cum until it started leaking out around his shaft in creamy white rivulets.
They stayed buried inside me for a long moment, enjoying the way my holes twitched and milked them, then slowly pulled out. I felt instantly empty and filthy—cum immediately began leaking from both stretched holes, running down my thighs and dripping onto the office carpet. My ass and pussy stayed open, gaping, used.
Alex wiped his softening cock across my cheek and smeared some of the mixed cum over my lips.
“Clean us up, then get cleaned up yourself. You start tomorrow night. Private-room extras are mandatory whenever they pay. Welcome to the family, you filthy little double-penetration slut.”
I slid off the desk onto shaky legs in my cowgirl boots, turned, and dropped back to my knees. I licked both cocks clean—tasting my own ass, my cunt, and their cum mixed together—then swallowed everything they had left. When I finished, I looked up at them with ruined makeup, cum leaking from both holes, and a blissed-out smile.
“Thank you for using me, Sirs… I loved every second of being your whore.”
I could already feel how proud Michael was going to be when I came home and told him, in filthy detail, how both owners had stretched my married holes at the same time and filled them.
The real work at the club was just beginning.
I drove home still dressed in nothing but the short silk robe and the red cowboy boots, cum leaking out of me with every shift of the pedals. Alex’s load was warm and heavy in my ass; Derek’s thicker cum slowly oozed from my well-fucked pussy, coating my inner thighs and soaking the driver’s seat. The wet sounds when I moved were obscene. I could smell sex on my skin—sweat, spit, their cum, my own juices. My makeup was ruined, red lipstick smeared, mascara tracked down my cheeks from gagging on their cocks. I had never felt filthier… or prouder.
Michael was waiting in the living room when I walked through the door. He took one look at me—robe hanging open, tits bare, dried cum flaking on my chin and chest, fresh cum running down my legs—and his eyes went dark with pure ownership.
“Report,” he said simply, voice low. “Every fucking detail. Stand right there, legs spread, and show me what they did to my property.”
I dropped the robe, stood naked in the middle of the room in only the boots, and spread my feet wide. Then I reached back with both hands, pulled my ass cheeks apart, and let him watch both of my gaping, cum-filled holes twitch and drip. A thick glob of mixed cum slid out of my pussy and stretched in a long white string toward the floor. More leaked from my stretched asshole.
“I’m full of them, Sir,” I began, voice thick with arousal and pride. “Both owners used me. They double-teamed me on the desk like I was nothing but a set of holes for the club.”
Michael leaned back, cock already hard and tenting his pants, and nodded for me to continue.
I told him everything in graphic, filthy detail while I stood there dripping.
“I sucked Alex first—his cock was seven thick inches, so fat it stretched my lips wide. I deep-throated him until my nose was in his stomach and spit was pouring down my tits. He called me a natural cock-sucker, a club slut, said customers were going to drain their balls in my throat every night. Then Derek fucked my face while Alex fingered my cunt and slapped my ass. They bent me over the desk and made me spread myself open for them.
“Derek slammed into my pussy first—raw, hard, balls-deep—and pounded me while he asked if I was going to let every paying customer buy this married cunt. I said yes. I said they could rent any hole. Then Alex spat on my asshole and forced that thick cock straight up my ass. It burned so good, Sir. He stretched me open and bottomed out while I moaned like a whore.
“Then they stuffed me together. Derek pushed back into my pussy while Alex was still buried in my ass. Two cocks at the same time—one in each hole—rubbing against each other inside me. I was so full I couldn’t think. They fucked me opposite rhythms… Alex slow and deep in my ass, Derek pounding my cunt hard and fast. The wet sounds were disgusting and perfect. I came so hard I squirted around Derek’s cock.
“They humiliated me the whole time and I loved every word. Alex yanked my hair and called me a worthless gangbang slut, Michael’s perfect little wife with zero dignity, nothing but holes for the club. He said they’re going to put me on stage and then rent my cunt and ass by the hour in the private rooms. He told me I’d come home dripping other men’s cum and thank you for the privilege. I screamed that I was nothing but holes—that I’m the club’s whore and I love it. Derek laughed and said I was already addicted to being double-teamed.
“They fucked me through two more orgasms until I was drooling and thanking them. Then Alex flooded my ass—hot, thick pulses deep in my bowels. Derek slammed in and pumped my pussy full until their cum was leaking out around their cocks in creamy messes. They made me stay open so they could watch it drip, then I got on my knees and licked both cocks clean—tasted my own ass, my cunt, and their cum mixed together—and swallowed it all.
“I start tomorrow night. Private-room extras are mandatory. Whatever they pay for, they get.”
I was panting by the time I finished, fresh cum still seeping out of me and running down to my boots. My face burned with humiliation and pride.
“I did everything you told me to do, Sir. I gave them every hole. I let them stretch me and fill me and call me their whore. I’m so proud I served you like this—so proud to come home packed with their cum and tell you how thoroughly they used your property. Thank you for turning me into this. Thank you for letting me be your stage slut and their paid fuck-toy. I loved it. I loved being double-penetrated and degraded for you.”
Michael stood, walked over, and slowly ran two fingers through the mess leaking from my pussy, then pushed them into the cum still dripping from my ass. He held the coated fingers in front of my mouth. I sucked them clean without being told, moaning at the taste of the owners mixed with my own filth.
He cupped my chin, eyes blazing with dark pride.
“Good girl. That’s my perfect little cumdump. Look at you… standing here gaping and proud, other men’s loads running down your legs, begging to tell me how they ruined you. You’re everything I trained you to be.”
He turned me toward the same big window he had fucked me against the night before, pushed me forward until my tits pressed to the glass, and unbuckled his pants.
“Stay spread. I’m going to add my cum to theirs—fill the holes they already stretched—while you keep telling me how much you loved being their double-penetration whore. Then you’re going to sleep with it all inside you tonight.”
I arched, reached back, and opened myself for him again, heart swelling with filthy devotion.
“Yes, Sir. Please add yours. I’m so proud I served you… use your cum-filled slut and make me even fuller.”
Michael slammed into my messy pussy in one stroke, groaning at the wet, used heat, and I began repeating the dirtiest parts all over again while he fucked their loads even deeper into me—
owned, overflowing, and exactly where I belonged.
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