Though Claire had never liked boxing here she was watching her husband Frank fight in an underground match while she tried not to feel uncomfortable surrounded by all these men in her turquoise woman's tee and a short denim skirt. It kept feeling like her large breasts were spilling out of her shirt causing people to stare but she knew any stares were the result of her role in the match: the prize for his opponent should her husband lose by knockout, plus 105 of the pay per view. Her husband's opponent, Leroy, was the raining champ and was confidently wagering his girlfriend Krista. Claire almost backed out but couldn't bring herself to back down, and lose the 5k deposit, while Leroy's little blond bitch was smirking at her.
Despite her doubts Claire put on a show of confidence for the attractive young reporter interviewing her, denying she felt any anxiety and insisting that she was looking forward to spending the money.
"You aren't worried that Leroy 'The Hammer' Osek promised to degrade and humiliate you so throughly that you'll make the dirtiest porn star look like a nun."
"No, I'd still be more classy than his girlfriend," Claire said with bravado, "I was never a hooker."
"Would it bother you being fucked by a black guy," the reporter asked, "rumor has it he's quite hung."
A loud thud intruded on Claire's awareness and with a sinking feeling looked up to verify what she already knew. Her husband had been knocked out cold and fallen to the mat. Desperately her husband's coach tried to revive him but the audience knew the match was over and their attention turned toward her. Her instincts screamed 'run' but her hands were cuffed behind her back and the promoter was firmly clutching the leash clipped to the leather collar about her neck.
"So how does it feel knowing you'll be The Hammers piece of ass for the day?" the journalist quickly asked Claire.
"Shit, Shit, Shit, this wasn't supposed to happen," Claire wailed.
"How do you feel about the Hammer's threat now?"
"Ohh god, just please let this be a dream," Claire prayed but instead of waking up she found herself being pulled toward the ring with the leash attached to her collar.
Knowing she could never flee through the crowd like this she went with the only choice she had and dutifully let herself be helped into the ring while her husband was taken out. Guided over to the center of the ring Claire heard, almost as if it were a dream, the referee announce, "Winner by TKO Leroy 'The Hammer' Osek. His prize is the beautiful Claire Winters, wife of the loser, to do with as he pleases for the night." Adding more conversationally, "Not a bad purse if I do say so myself."
"Uhh so, umm, do you want to go somewhere," Claire nervously asked Leroy.
"Fuck that," Leroy slurred, "After that shit your husband talked I'm not about to back down on my promise. It's time for you to find out what it feels like to be a ho."
Knowing she couldn't hope to fight off the giant broad shouldered pugilist who had trounced her husband Claire didn't put up any resistance when he gave her a hard slap across the face before spitting on her. Humiliated and disgusted she wanted to run but she knew it was hopeless. Besides even if she could get away she knew the contract she'd signed was legit and the police would just drag her back.
Rather than unchain her wrists Leroy took the simple expedient of simply ripping open her shirt exposing her bra and the massive implants it covered. Unable to stop him Claire could only try to keep her expression neutral as he pulled down her bra exposing those huge tits to the crowd.
Sounds like they like your tits, Leroy taunted as the crowd cheered wildly. "I'm sure they'll love what I'm going to do with you," Leroy added squeezing her breasts in his huge hands.
"Please don't do this to me. Not out here in public like this. Just take me back to your room and I'll give you the best fuck of your life," Claire pleaded too desperate to care that it was picked up by the mic.
Leroy hesitated for a second but his girlfriend jumped in, "After what she said about me I want to see her pay. Make her beg to be fucked and peed on and if she isn't convincing tie her up and toss her in the alley when your done."
"Too bad Claire, you heard what the lady said," Leroy murmured possessively feeling her up.
"Shit, you're serious aren't you. Ok, Ok I'll do it," Claire finally gave in hating herself for feeling aroused by what was about to happen to her.
"Now make it convincing and make sure I have a good time"
"Please can I suck your cock in front of all these fans," Claire pleaded dropping down to her knees, "I'll make it nice and hard so you can fuck me with it."
"Rub your tits against it,"Leroy said spitting a huge luggie down on her upturned face.
"Please let me blow you," Claire, her face glowing bright red, repeated rubbing her tits against the bulge in Leroy's pants to the great appreciation of the audience.
"Hows it feel begging for my cock while I'm spitting on you," Leroy asked scooping his cock out of his shorts.
"I've never felt so humiliated in my life," Claire admitted honestly before leaning forward to wrap her lips around the tip of the long half-erect cock
"Hey coach, towel boy, ref, go ahead and spit on her too. I'll make her suck you off if you splatter her with a good one."
"That's not an offer I'm passing up," the ref said, "sorry lady but it's not every day you have the chance to get blown by a girl with tits like yours." After a few seconds of loudly gathering his flem the ref spat it out at Claire hitting her right between the eyes and soon Leroy's huge hand was rubbing it over her face before pushing his cock back into her mouth.
