In what is known as The Town, a wealthy patriarch not only owns everything but has built his empire through sexfighting. When folks in his community are behind on their mortgage, they can compete on his private family wrestling game show. It takes place in a warehouse run by a small crew that film the entire thing for the patriarch to watch later, or view with other elites who engage in erotic combat, as they revel in the poor having to fight to get by. By agreeing to compete, as well as submitting to any post match penalties should any contestant lose their fight, their debt is wiped away; not to mention they can earn thousands of dollars through a monetary point system that accumulated based on attire, moves and domination. If any family refuses to participate, they forfeit their home and any money they accrue. After several years of this policy, everyone in The Town is familiar with how the system works to the point they actively train for the day when they’ll inevitably have to fight.
Matches are one fall, with the only way to win is by having an orgasm; this could be done by forcing their opponent to cum or by using their opponent’s body to get themselves off. The winner of each fall can use the loser sexually until satisfied, refusal to obey would disqualify the loser’s family and they would leave with their debt still being owed. The warehouse is large enough to hold the cameras, lights and the padded rubber mat as well as both families, which enter the arena from separate locker rooms. Each member must stay on their family’s bench, unless they are competing, or else they will get their team disqualified. The first two chosen were Frank Thompson, the forty four year old father. At 5’10” and 175 pounds, with a fat seven inch cock that barely fit into his metallic red speedos, he hardly seemed like a match for his opponent.
Sara Masood was the eighteen year old daughter of Pakistani immigrants; while she was raised in America she speaks perfect english. Though the slender 5’04 and 127 pound eighteen year old doesn’t spare any kind words as she merely gives Frank the middle finger before they start, after the older white man wolf whistled at the sight of the teen’s 32C’s in the purple string bikini. The referee went over the rules one final time; they weren’t permitted to fish hook, eye gouge or bite. Everything else was fair game, as long as the matches stayed one-on-one.
A giant twelve foot padded blue mat filled a majority of the open space, and was a good distance from the other benches, as Frank blew Sara a kiss before the ref blew his whistle and told them to begin. Sara put her dukes up, as if to box with the larger man, before she immediately swung a punch aimed at his crotch. Frank perceived this as the obvious ploy and grabbed the teen’s wrist, twisting Sara’s arm before the older man smiled. He cocked back his thick arm and hammered three punches into the teen’s abdomen.
Sara bent over, wheezing from the blows and tried once more for another sucker punch at her opponent’s jewels; before she could, Frank drove a knee into the teen’s midsection. Sara felt her legs give out from under her as all the air was driven out of her body. Frank was just getting warmed up as he took a handful of Sara’s long jet black hair and used it to hold the teen up while her legs dangled beneath her.
“Guess they don’t build ’em tough back where you come from,” Frank shouted over his opponent’s head, towards where Sara’s father, Ali, sat on his family’s bench. The Pakistani man slew curses in Urdu as he watched Frank drive three more punches into Sara’s soft tummy before he hefted the teen across one shoulder. He took a step back before powerslamming his opponent into the mat. “Whoo, get her baby,” Keri, his wife, cheered, “strip that little hussie!”
Frank started to do just that, easily tearing off the purple bikini top while he straddled Sara’s waist. He knelt down to suck on her brown boobs, nursing each one until the teen’s nipples were stiff. He then sat up and began using her breasts for punching bags, swinging his fist to smack each orb from the side until he started bouncing them with uppercuts. Sara tried to scream but didn’t have any air, especially after the older man stood up and stomped down on her stomach.
She made a gurgled, wheezing noise before rolling onto her side in a fetal position to hold her sore tummy. Frank shoved Sara onto her chest and pulled her arms behind the teen’s back before he used the discarded bikini top to tie her wrists together. The older white man then rolled the Pakistani girl over and leaned down to once more suck on her nipples. Sara winced because her breasts were so sensitive after the punches. Still she found herself writhing as Frank’s digits slid down rubbed Sara’s clit over her bikini bottoms before he pushed his middle finger in and out of the teen’s wet snatch.
He got Sara seemingly to the edge before stopping; the teen groaned in frustration before Frank offered the fingers that had been inside the Pakistani girl for her to suck on. “If you promise to be my toy, I’ll go easy on you,” he said in an almost sensitive voice, gently as if pleading.
“Go to hell,” Sara spat back after avoiding the fingers that were poised in front of her mouth. Frank then latched onto the teen’s nipples, Sara shrieked when he pinched and twisted them roughly. He rolled the brunette onto her back before Frank straddled the teen’s waist again while he slapped her tits around. Finally Sara begged him to stop; with her hands bound behind her back she’s helpless. Frank lowereds his mouth down to suck on Sara’s nipples, gently licking them, before Ali stood up to curse the white man out in Urdu again.
“Looks to me like she likes it,” Frank said after Sara began to moan and writhe under his teasing tongue. Frank rose before he stepped out of his speedos, bending over to point bare his ass toward the Masood family, before sitting on Sara’s chest. His cock was nestled between her soft breasts while Frank reached back to slide his fingers into the teen’s pussy again. She gasped softly and fidgeted against his probing digits, meanwhile his cock was getting closer to her mouth. He eventually stood and slid Sara’s bikini bottoms down before Frank laid down across the teen’s torso in a sixty-nine position. He dangled his cock above her mouth, Frank wanted Sara to take it willingly, while he loudly slurped on her wet twat.
“Oh god…mama…mmmm, I…I don’t w-want to…,” her voice trailed off. Fouzia, Sara’s mother, told her daughter to hold on but Frank kept stopping to edge the teen. The white man sat up and looked over at Sara, telling the teen if she doesn’t promise to be his toy that he’s going to go in her backdoor next. Ali once again stood up to curse Frank, spitting in the man’s direction, until Keri, Frank’s wife, shouted, “The little whore will probably enjoy it.”
Frank flipped Sara over and began to rim the Pakistani girl’s ass while he continued to tease her pussy with his fingers. His lips moved from her snatch to her butthole, almost like playing a harmonica, saying again if she pledged to be his toy he’d spare her asshole. Sara trembled from being denied her orgasm so much that she finally broke down and said she’d swear to be his toy. Frank continued to edge the teen before telling her to prove it by sucking his cock like a good slut. She couldn’t take the teasing to her pussy anymore and relented by wrapping her lips around his prick.
Sara gave the older man an enthusiastic blowjob, sucking and licking his smelly dick while he called her a good girl, before Frank finished the teen off with three fingers pumping her pussy while he sucked her clit. The Pakistani girl began to flop around on the mat, arching up as if she were being electrocuted, before Frank’s continuous finger pumping had her body thrashing around like a fish out of water from the over sensitivity in her nether regions. Frank stood up and had his hand raised by the ref while he allowed Sara catch her breath before telling the teen to finish him off with her mouth.
The light headed girl was still in a daze after Frank untied her before she obediently knelt in front to suck Frank off. He called her his dirty little slut and she moaned, shaking her tight ass as Sara gagged on Frank’s fat dick. The older man said the teen was his filthy little cumdump and Sara seems to enjoy the nasty talk, moaning as she sucked on the winner’s balls while jacking his dong. He asked if she likes being his slut; she took a gasp of air, after once more trying to stuff his meat in her jaw without dislocating it, before gasping and saying how much she loved belonging to Frank.
He reached down to fondle her breasts, despite the beating they took earlier she’s able to cup them around the winner’s dick. Sara finished Frank off with a tit fuck before getting a facial from the older white man. She’s permitted to return back to her family’s bench, where Ali berated the teen and cursed the American family. It’s decided Fouzia will start the next round while nineteen year old Ryan walked out onto the mat for his family. The white teen is 5’10” and a skinny 166 pounds, with short scruffy wear and a 7.5 inch cock that was already tenting the front of his red speedos like he stuffed a cucumber in them.
The Pakistani mother meanwhile was forty one years old, 5’06” and 134 pounds with jet black hair past her shoulders. She’s wearing a pink bra, to show off her amazing 34D cups, with boy short style panties. In the ultimate power move, Fouzia unclasped her bra while she stepped onto the mat. She grinned when Ryan’s eyes bugged out to the point the teen didn’t react until after the referee blew his whistle to begin. He seemed tentative when the older woman walked up to him, with her chest thrust out, as she sauntered over with her arms down at her side.
“Do you like them,” she asked, her voice heavy with accent, as reached up to cup her jugs. “Go ahead, you can feel them, honey,” Fouzia smiled. Despite his mother yelling at her son not to fall for it, Ryan reached out with one hand to cup Fouzia’s boob. Those brown D cups were too delectable and soon the teen was feeling the Pakistani woman up like a freshman in the backseat of his parent’s car.
“Mmm yes, I like when horny young men play with them,” she purred and reached down to grasp Ryan’s erection through his briefs. “It’s much bigger than your father’s, isn’t it,” she gasped with feigned astonishment as the teen sighed with pleasure. Ryan closed his eyes and enjoyed the slow handjob while he continued to manipulate his opponent’s bare breasts.
“Can I see it?” she asked and Ryan stepped right out of his briefs, despite his mother telling the teen to focus. “My-my, american boys are very hung…and cut, that looks very nice,” Fouzia said while she resumed jacking the teen off. Ryan only grunted in reply and noded when the older woman’s tempo increased. He finally listened to his mother after Keri shouted, “Fingerbang that brown bitch!” He slid a hand from Fouzia’s chest into her boyshort bottoms but she grabbed his wrist before Ryan could reach her bush and pulled the teen close. Their mouths meet, tongues intertwined, as the rhythm of the handjob sped up some more. The teen resumed fondling her breasts while the Pakistani woman added a twisting motion near the tip of her opponent’s cock.
Unfortunately what Fouzia hadn’t planned on was this was all a ruse on Ryan’s part, to get the milf to lower her own defenses and bring the fit teen in close. And like a coiled serpent, Ryan waited until he was able to slide his hands around the back, at first to knead Fouzia’s ass, before the teen locked his hands together. The older woman didn’t know what happened since, in a split second, Ryan was moaning into her mouth before he flipped the milf over with a belly to belly suplex; slamming Fouzia into the mat with the impact of a head-on car collision.
Before she could get up, the teen wrapped his arms around his opponent’s throat then sat back as Fouzia fumbled about until the Pakistani woman went limp from the sleeper hold. His family cheered from their bench while the teen stood and stripped off the milf’s boyshort bottoms as Ali shouted curses at the Americans again. “That’s what you get for having a family of sluts,” Frank shouted towards the other side of the mat. They all watched Ryan pick up Fouzia’s discarded bra and used it to bind the milf’s hands behind her back, similar to how his father had done in the previous round.
The teen stripped off his own briefs before he rolled his opponent up in a reverse matchbook pin, with her ankles dangling by her own face. He planted his ass on Fouzia’s face before he began to finger her pussy. The milf woke up, moaning and instinctively began to rims Ryan’s ass. Ali shouted more profanity after Ryan informed his mother of Fouzia’s tongue but the American teen just laughed. “She probably never ate your ass before, huh,” Ryan laughed. Fouzia began to try and fight her way out of the hold but her legs were trapped under Ryan’s armpits. He punished her with a slap to the clit before the teen worked a digit up her ass.
“Ha,” Keri laughed, “she really is an anal slut.” They watched the Pakistani woman shudder and moan before Ryan lowered his mouth to suck Fauzia’s clit. He fingered her holes until the older woman began moaning louder into Ryan’s ass until she squirted a short spray of pussy juice up like a fountain. After he stood up to have his hand raised, Fouzia flopped out onto the mat, gasping and panting from the euphoria. While she was lying on the mat, Ryan reached down and scooped up the brown woman’s boyshort bottoms. He grabbed Fouzia by the hair and pulled her head up before shoving her underwear in her mouth, gagging her.
“Okay whore, get down like a dog and face your husband,” the teen commanded, dragging the Pakistani woman by her hair so she crawled on her knees, with her hands still bound, over near the Masood family bench. After she was thrown face down, ass up on the mat, Ryan pumped his cock in her pussy a couple of times to lube it up. Fauzia moaned despite her gag at feeling her pussy stretch around the teen’s organ but he soon removed his lance to aim the tip against her asshole. She tried to beg the teen not to but her muffled protests weren’t heard as Ryan pushed his fat dick inside.
Fauzia’s face twisted up in discomfort until the teen reached under to rub the milf’s clit. “Relax,” he said, “you’re going to get used to this all weekend.” She started to cry from shame while her husband spat curses at the Americans again. When Ryan started a steady rhythm, going in and out slowly until she started to take his dick easier, it wasn’t long until Fauzia began moaning through her gag. “Do you like being a whore,” Ryan laughed and slapped the Pakistani woman on her ass. She shuddered with pleasure and began moaning louder when the teen increased his speed, thrusting in and out of her backdoor.
“Do you want to be my whore now, do you bitch?” Ryan asked as his palm cracked across her ass cheeks again. Fauzia began nodding as she moaned louder until the teen came inside the brown woman’s butt. She seemed to have another smaller orgasm from the pleasure derived after being used by the American. Once Ryan was done, Ali helped his wife up; untying her wrists, the older man had to be held back by Fauzia and Sara as Ryan walked back to high five his parents.
Finally it was the leader of the Masood family who stepped onto the mat for his fight. Ali was forty five years old, 5’08” and 185 pounds with close cropped dark hair, though some grey on the sides of his receding hairline. He had a bushy mustache and slightly hairy chest while he wore tighty whiteys that covered his five inch cock and mass of graying pubes.
Keri stepped onto the mat looking smug; she was forty three years old, 5’07” and 147 pounds, with jet black hair to her shoulders. She kept herself in shape with a flat tummy and a full 42D cup that ballooned the front of her metallic red sports bra with matching bikini panties and trimmed pubes. Ali called her a bitch, a cunt and a mongrel he intended to rape like her men did to his wife and daughter. “We’ll see,” the milf said with a casual shrug. The referee stood between the two and asked if they were ready. Ali cursed in Urdu one final time and nodded before he put his dukes up; Keri did likewise.
“Begin!” the official said after he blew his whistle. Ali’s power initially had Keri on the backfoot, but his swings were wild, only connecting glancing blows, until she rocked Ali with a jab under his jowls. He shook his nearly bald head, to clear the cobwebs, and called Keri a dyke bitch before the Pakistani husband started throwing haymakers. The brunette was able to block the first and ducked the second; she moved in before the third punch could swing and drove knee into her opponent’s balls. Alis howled like a scalded dog and crumpled to the mat on his side, hissing and cursing quietly as he held his family jewels.
“I don’t know about that,” Keri sighed as she glanced at her husband and son who were eyeing the two Pakistani women on the other bench like snacks, “but it looks like you’re going to be the one running a whorehouse.” Keri stomped down on Ali’s knee as he tried to push himself up. She didn’t hear it break but the pain made the brown man emit a guttural scream. The brunette knelt down on one of her opponent’s arms that were clutching his leg, and began slamming punches into Ali’s face. His other arm was trapped beneath his body and the mat and couldn’t get it up to protect himself.
After she laid six or seven punches that bloodied Ali’s nose and lip, not to mention left his eye shut, as it already started to swell, Keri stood up. The Pakistani father rolled onto his back, looking busted up on the cameras, when the milf casually sat down on his chest before removing her sports bra. She grabbed his wrists and pinned them above Ali’s head to the mat, leaning forward to hold him in place with her leverage. Keri asked if Ali was going to obey her family; still dazed from the punches he didn’t know how to answer right away.
“Ahhh!” he screamed when the brunette slid her legs back to entwine them around Ali’s thighs and spread the Pakistani’s dad legs open wide in a grapevine. Between the low blow and his injured knee, Ali began screaming horribly; cursing the milf again in his native language. “I don’t understand your babbling,” Keri said through her grunts as she tried to spread the older man’s thighs further apart.
“I said, I call you fucking ugly goat whore! I will break you and your fucking family,” Ali shouted. He started to speak again but Keri leaned forward. She pressed her chest on top of Ali’s face, he tried to buck free but couldn’t budge the fit milf with his wrists and legs trapped. She her tits over Ali’s mouth and nose until he eventually seemed to go limp. The referee made Keri get up to check, making sure she didn’t kill the man. It gave her the opportunity to not only strip Ali, pulling his briefs down around his ankles, but, after the referee was done, Keri used a handful of her opponent’s thinning hair to lift him up. She bent one of Ali’s arms behind his back like a chickenwing, the sharp pain in his shoulder made him wake up; squealing like a girl.
Ali tried to swing an elbow back around but his momentum, and being ensnared by his briefs, caused the older man to trip to his knees. The pain in his shoulder increased as Keri added more pressure to the hold. “You listen to me,” she said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, “you’re going to apologize to my family…” Ali started to say something, no doubt nasty, but a quick yank of his wrist silenced him immediately. “If you don’t, I’m going to break your right arm…then your left one…after that I might finish shattering your kneecap before making sure you’re unable to do anything except lie in a hospital bed…,” her words trailed off as Ali’s eyes widened in horror; the only sound was his gasping wheeze of pain.
“I…apologize…for my mouth,” he said slowly. Keri gave another sharp torque to his arm and said he owed his apology to her family. “I am sorry I was rude,” Ali shouted over his shoulder, only able to turn his head a little, as his other hand was used to push up from the mat to keep his balance.
“Good, now with your other hand, I want you to reach down and grab that pathetic little dick between your legs.” Ali groaned but Keri gave another sharp increase to her hold that made him cry out in pain. “Do it, or you’ll be bedridden while I have to milk you with my feet so we can turn your home into my family’s whorehouse…you’re getting off easy,” she hissed. Ali sobbed with humiliation, and the agony in his shoulder, as he reached down with his free hand and grabbed his surprisingly stiff dick.
“God I think your wife’s clit is bigger than that,” Keri said with a tsk-tsk voice. Ali started to tell her to shut up when the milf cranked on his arm again. He began to weep like a baby with his forehead pressed into the mat. “That’s it bitch, tug your little brown dicklet and shoot your nasty smelling jizz on the mat,” Keri said with a sneer. “I’m going to record my husband turning your little girl into his personal dick sleeve so you can watch later while I hook you up to a fucking machine; I bet you love it up the ass like your wife.”
Her dirty talk was actually increasing Ali’s arousal and before Keri could tell him any of the further plans they had in store, the Pakistani man grunted a couple of times then shot out a wad onto the mat. She let him collapse after releasing his arm, so the referee could raise Keri’s as the winner. The Pakistani man was wheezing from the effort, as well as the pain when the milf told Ali not to move. She walked over to her family’s bench while Frank helped his wife don a strap on. The brunette sauntered back over, the eight inch black dildo protruding in front of her like a third leg, she pulled Ali into a sitting position by his thin hair before she knelt behind him and ordered the brown man to ride it like the bitch he was.
Dejected, Ali removed his briefs before getting down on all fours and pushed his ass back against the rubber dick. “Be glad I didn’t get one as big as my son’s cock or you’d be screaming like your whore wife,” Keri laughed. The Pakistani father moaned and sobbed as he got into a groove of pushing his butt further back against the slick strap on. The harder he began thrusting, the more he went from all fours to lifting up so his torso was vertical until Ali was bouncing his butt while Keri leaned back on her haunches behind her opponent. He began cumming again, hands free, from the joy of being the milf’s ass slave. After he was done, The Thompson’s posed with each member of the losing team, so the Masood’s were bent down kissing the American family’s feet until each of the losers were collared and leashed before being led off screen; to be used for the weekend as their sextoys.
The End