KO Kandi – “Mixed Doubles”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: While this is not technically a KO Kandi story, since the character of Kandi Kane does not actually appear, it does take place in her universe and I therefore felt justified in calling it a “KO Kandi” story. I hope you will enjoy it as much as other stories in the series and don’t worry, I’ll get back to Kandi’s misadventures with the next installment.

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Shaquilla “Sugar” Jackson slammed the phone down and growled deep in her throat. She was a gorgeous black woman with skin the color of fresh coffee who stood 5’ 10” and whose well-muscled, but still very feminine, body measured 40D-28-40, with short hair that had red highlights and piercing green eyes. Sugar worked for a bar that featured wrestling and foxy boxing and she was the champion of that establishment in both “divisions” and had been happily married to her high school sweetheart, Tony, for over five years.

“What’s the matter, babe?” her husband asked, glancing up from the evening paper. Tony was a very handsome black man with a well-built 6’ 2” frame and a head that was shaved bald. His eyes were a deep, rich shade of brown and they nicely complimented his flesh that was the color of fine, imported chocolate.

“How much did you enjoy beating the shit out of that trashy white bitch a couple of weeks ago?” Sugar inquired. She was wearing a skimpy tiger-print bikini beneath a half T-shirt and a pair of tight-fitting bicycle pants. Her usual attire on working nights.

“You know how much I loved it, honey,” he grinned. “Why?”

“Well, you know I’ve been having trouble at the bar with that British bimbo who calls herself ‘Spice,’” Sugar said. Tony nodded and she continued, “I just got a call from Lou and he informed me that Spice has been telling him that I’ve been working her favorite patrons and spending too much time in the dressing room and not enough in the ring and she wants a shot at my wrestling title.”

“And what did Lou say to that?” Tony asked, standing up and walking over to his wife and putting his arm around her shoulders.

“He said she was getting very popular and that maybe she deserved a title shot,” she said angrily, her fists clenching into hard knots.

“Okay, and where do I come in?” he asked, beginning to massage her shoulders. “And, more importantly, where does beating on a white girl come in?”

“There is no way I’m giving that snooty English bitch a shot at my title! She’s only been working at the bar for a couple of months and even though she’s a good wrestler, there are other girls with a lot more time who deserve a shot before she does,” Sugar explained. “But Lou’s right about her being popular. She’s been shaking and baking it with the best of us and always seems to make more money than me and the other girls.”

“I still don’t see where I come in,” Tony said as he continued to work on his wife’s tense muscles.

“I want you to come to the bar tonight and when she makes a play for you, which she will if you flash a wad of bills in her skanky face, I want you to go along with it and see if you can get her to come back to our place. Once she’s here, we’ll give her the same treatment we gave that man-stealing whore and I won’t have to worry about her asking Lou for a title shot any time soon,” Sugar said with a cruel smile.

“Baby, I love the way you think,” Tony chuckled, leaning around and giving her a long, satisfying kiss.

“And I love the way you fuck, so we make a great team,” she grinned, reluctantly pulling away and grabbing her coat and purse. “I gotta go to work, hun, you show up in a couple of hours and make sure you get seated in the section Spice is working tonight and don’t forget to flash the money,” Sugar reminded him as she closed the door.

A few hours later Tony was sitting at a table in the bar where his wife worked, enjoying a cold beer more than the matches taking place in the ring that dominated the center of the bar’s interior. It’s not that he didn’t appreciate the sight of two beautiful women rolling around and half-heartedly trying to beat each other up, but the only woman who truly turned him on was his wife, as sappy as that sounds. So, he’d only been to the bar a couple of times before and that was way back when Sugar had first started working there, long before Spice showed up, so he was just another customer as far as the staff of the bar was concerned. Upon his arrival, he’d handed the waitress, a tall blonde bimbo with a huge rack wearing a brown bikini beneath a half tee and shorts combination identical to that of his wife’s, a crisp hundred dollar bill, making sure she saw the wad he’d pulled it from, and told her to let him know when he’d spent all of it. Of course, what he made sure she hadn’t seen was the fact that the bulk of the wad was made up of ones. Anyway, he’d just finished his second beer when the big-chested blonde approached him and asked if he wanted another. “Or maybe you’ve seen something else you’d rather have?” she added seductively in her distinct English accent. Even Tony had to admit that Spice was beautiful and he could see why she was quickly becoming the most popular girl at the bar. Standing at just under 5’ 8” and measuring an impressive 42DD-32-44, with short golden-blonde hair and soft blue eyes, she was easily the most attractive woman in the bar after his wife.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, already thinking how much he would enjoy knocking this bitch around and then giving it to her up the ass.

“I get off work in about an hour. If you’re still about I thought we might go back to my flat for a private wrestling session,” she said with a grin, sitting on his lap and practically assaulting him with her tits.

“I’ll be here,” Tony promised, getting rock hard at the thought of sinking his fists into those hooters.

“Good. Now I have to go wrestle some flabby Mexican bitch,” she said, getting up and then looking down at his tenting pants and smiling. “Pay attention, big man, as I wipe the ring with her, because I’m very likely to use the same holds on you later.” She laughed and then headed for the dressing room to get ready for her match.

Once she was in the back, Sugar casually walked by and “accidentally” dropped a bunch of napkins off her serving tray. As she slowly picked them up, she whispered, “Everything going as planned, lover man?”

“Not exactly. She’s interested, but wants me to go back to her place,” he said, pretending to concentrate on the two women wrestling in the ring.

“Damn! Well, if that’s the only way you can get her alone, I guess that’s where we’ll have to teach her her place,” Sugar shrugged, picking up the last of the napkins. “I’ll follow you to her place, just be sure to leave her door unlocked once you get there, baby, and don’t forget to save some of her wide white ass for me.”

“You got it, babe,” he replied as she walked away.

Spice then came out and worked the crowd, shaking her tits in the patrons’ faces and collecting a tidy stash of bills in the waistband of her bikini bottoms before climbing into the ring and warming up for her opponent. A top-heavy Mexican babe came out next and likewise worked the crowd but it was clear that the amount of cash in her bottoms was a lot less than that in the English woman’s. After the introductions, the Mexican went by the name of Cereza and she was attractive enough, in a slutty kind of way, Spice made short work of her using a surprising number of legitimate wrestling maneuvers and then finished her off with a figure-four neck-lock, but with the unique variation of having Cereza’s face buried in the British babe’s crotch.

After the match, Spice walked by and gave him a big wink and shook her ass in his face. “How did you like that, big man?” she asked.

“You’re good, but I can take you,” he replied, stuffing a twenty in her bottoms and giving her rear a light slap.

“We’ll see about that, won’t we?” She laughed and went back to the changing area, emerging a few minutes later once more wearing her waitressing outfit.

Tony had lost track of the time and was barely paying attention to the two women in the ring, thinking instead about how tired he was going to be at work tomorrow after this late night, when Spice walked over and sat down at his table. “You still interested in that private match, big man?” she asked, casually reaching under the table and grabbing his dick through his slacks. “Oh, I’d say you are.”

“Yeah, I’ve about had enough of watching, I’m ready for some action,” he agreed, glancing around and trying to spot his wife with no luck.

“Good, because that’s just what you’re going to get.” She gave his cock one last squeeze and then got up and said over her shoulder, “Follow me.”

As Tony made his way through the crowded bar, he kept looking for his wife, but he didn’t see her anywhere. Hoping she was already out in her car, waiting for him and the bimbo to come out so she could follow them to her place, he trailed after the British babe. She led him to a flashy blue sports car and told him to get in. “Maybe I should take my car and follow you?” he suggested. “I don’t want to make you drive me back here after we’re finished.”

“Sounds good to me, big man,” she replied, sliding into her car. “I just hope you can keep up with me.” She gunned the motor and shot out of the parking lot and Tony ran over to his 4x4 and raced after her. As he followed her, he kept one on his rearview mirror, hoping to see Sugar’s little car, but the road behind him was empty.

When they arrived at her Spice’s house, Tony had to admit that it was nice. Nicer than his and Sugar’s place even, and he wondered how she was able to afford it, deciding she must have a day job. She bounced up the sidewalk and opened the door and he made his way inside, pausing to remove his jacket once he was in and casually unlocking the door as he hung up his coat and removed his shoes and socks. “What do you think of it, big man?” she asked, walking to the middle of her living room with her arms outspread and slowly turning around in a circle.

Tony wasn’t sure if she meant the house or her, so he played it safe by simply saying, “Beautiful.” The room was enormous, with thick cream carpeting, but the only piece of furniture in it was a couch, pulled about three feet from the far wall. He couldn’t help but think that it looked like the perfect place for a fight.

“Aren’t you curious how I can afford it?” she asked coyly as she removed her shirt and shorts and walked over to him.

“Not really,” he replied as she slid his shirt off and ran her nails lightly across his rippling chest.

“Not even a little bit?” she asked with a mock-pout as she slid his slacks off so that he was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs that were too small to adequately contain his bulging manhood.

“Maybe a little,” he smiled as she reached in his shorts and began stroking his meat.

“It’s really quite simple, mate,” said a male voice from behind him. Tony tried to turn around but Spice’s grip instantly changed from pleasurable to painful as she twisted his dick savagely. “Spice here lures stupid wankers like you back here and then we beat the shit out of them and take compromising pictures which we then use to blackmail them,” the man explained, walking around to stand in front of him. Tony saw that he was huge, taller than him by a good half-foot, and even more massively muscled. He was bald with hazel eyes and a little tuft of chestnut-colored hair growing beneath his lower lip.

“And what if I got nobody I’m worried about seeing some damn pictures?” Tony asked through gritted teeth.

“Well, we still get the pleasure of beating the shit out of you and taking whatever money you have on you,” the man explained, casually stripping out of his shirt and jeans. “But, really, mate, even if you’re not married, you still have parents or co-workers who would be horrified to see pictures of you with a strange woman, or man,” he added meaningfully.

Tony’s eyes widened and he pulled back his arm to hit the man but then suddenly dropped to his knees when Spice’s hand yanked downwards on his dick. “Behave yourself, big man,” she cautioned, kneeling and grabbing his balls with her other hand and playfully half-crushing them. “I promised you some action, and here it is.” She released his sore penis and then pasted him in the jaw with her fist, snapping his head to the side.

“Is that the best you can do, bitch?” he asked, spitting in her face.

Spice screamed and tightened her grip on his balls and simultaneously drove her elbow into his nose. Tony fell to his back with both hands over his face and the bitch let go of his balls and rammed her knee up between his legs as her partner reached down and pulled his hands away and held them over his head. “Thanks, Harry,” the slut said, straddling the dazed black man and powering a fist into his stomach. She was clearly frustrated when it seemed to bounce off of his tight abs, but she kept hitting the same spot over and over with alternating rights and lefts until she felt the muscles give way and she could feel her fists sinking into the soft tissue beneath them. “It’s about time,” she grinned when Tony started to gag and gasp for breath. “You can let his arms go now, Harry, I’ve softened him up enough to play with.”

“Whatever you say, love,” Harry replied, standing up and casually kicking Tony in the face before walking over and sitting on the couch to enjoy the show.

“I told you I was going to use some of the moves I used on that Mexican tramp on you, big man,” Spice said, pulling him to a sitting position and then moving behind him and applying a full-nelson while wrapping her legs around his middle and squeezing. “Still think you can take me?” She thrust her heels into his groin and he bit back a cry of pain. The big whore than rolled him over so that his face was pressed into the carpet and stretched her legs out, both tightening her grip on his torso but also digging her heels even harder into his genitals. “I thought that might change your mind.” She held him in this position, occasionally kicking downwards and bringing a grunt from the double-dose of fresh pain, until Harry announced that he was bored.

“This is more boring than a bloody baseball game, love,” he sighed. “Work the man over, pet, so we can get on with the snaps.”

“Spoilsport,” Spice replied and stuck her tongue out at him. She then released the full-nelson and loosened her legs enough to roll Tony over onto his back. The slut then punched him in the eye and chopped the flat of her hand across his throat. “Now, be a good boy and this will all be over in a couple of minutes,” she purred, standing up and stepping back, motioning for him to get to his feet.

Choking from the blow to his windpipe and weakened from the punishing scissor combination, he nevertheless climbed to his feet, determined to get at least one shot on the whore before she took him out. But such was not to be as Spice kicked him in the chin while he was in the process of straightening up and he would have fallen to his back if he hadn’t stumbled back into the wall. “Perfect,” grinned the blonde bimbo as she bounced over and kicked him solidly between the legs. The slut then started peppering his face with sharp, hard jabs only to pause every few punches and ram her knee up into his gut or his crotch.

“Now that’s more like it, love,” Harry said approvingly from the couch. “Let’s see you flip him a couple of times.”

“Right, here goes,” Spice giggled, grabbing Tony by the shoulders and kicking both feet into his gut and then falling to her back and launching him across the room. He hit the carpet on his belly and the blonde whore laughed and ran over and grabbed his arm as he tried to stand up and whipped it up and over her head and then down and around, twisting it as she did and causing the big black man to likewise flip over onto his back or risk having his shoulder separated. Keeping her grip on his arm, she again forced him up only to flip him yet again.

“That’s it, lover!” Harry laughed as Tony crashed a third time to the floor. “Pretty soon he won’t know up from down.”

Spice nodded and let go of his wrist and then moved behind him and once more wrapped her powerful thighs around his mid-section. But this time, she proceeded to roll sideways, thumping the dazed black man’s head on the floor with each rotation. When she finally stopped rolling him around the living room and released her legs, he simply fell onto his back and panted from exhaustion. The blonde bimbo instantly moved over and sat on his face, making sure his nose was stuffed deep up her pantied ass, and reached down and grabbed his dick through his shorts and gave it a good hard yank. “You ready to cooperate, big man?” she asked, twisting the cock painfully. Tony mumbled something up her ass that sounded like “yes” and she let go of his dick and sat back, resting her full weight on his face. “Good boy. First off, tell me who would be the most angry at seeing pictures of you and I making love?” she asked, rocking backward just enough for his mouth to be exposed between her legs.

“That would be me, you fucking cunt!” Sugar announced from the doorway. She immediately charged the startled blonde, only to have Harry suddenly jump up and block her way. “Out of my way, cocksucker!” she growled, kicking him between the legs and then chopping her hand across the back of his head when he bent over. As he fell to the ground the furious black woman raised her knee and it caught him in the throat and he fell to his knees. Sugar blasted a punch into his face and he fell to his back, gagging and gasping for breath. She ferociously kicked him in the balls and then walked across his body to get to Spice, grinding her heels into both his groin and his stomach as she did so.

“What the fucking hell are you doing here?” Spice demanded, jumping off of Tony and facing her enraged co-worker.

“That’s my husband, bitch, and that’s all you need to know before I knock the unholy shit out of your trampy white ass,” Sugar replied, diving at the blonde, wrapping her arms around her middle and forcing her to the floor.

“We’ll see whose ass gets beat, jungle bunny,” Spice snarled, ramming her knee into Sugar’s belly and then kicking her in the face with her other leg.

The two women got to their feet and slowly circled each other, either walking across the fallen body of the men or purposefully stepping on them, depending on who it was. Sugar reached up and ripped the half tee off and was slipping out of the shorts when Spice charged her and knocked her to her back with a fierce uppercut. “You should worry about me and not about your clothes, bitch,” the blonde taunted as she straddled the taller woman.

“I will,” grinned Sugar, suddenly whipping the shorts up and into Spice’s eyes. The bitch screamed and her hands shot to her eyes as the black woman thundered both fists deep into her belly. The whore’s breath whooshed out of her and she collapsed across Sugar’s body, her head resting on the black woman’s shoulder as she fought to breathe. But Sugar had no intention of letting her catch her breath. She knew that Spice was a tough bitch and that if she was going to beat her in an all-out brawl, she had to take every advantage presented to her and not let up for a second. So, she forced the skank to sit up and then punched her in the face a few times to daze her before driving her right fist into the big slut’s left tit. Spice howled in agony and tried to turn away, but Sugar grabbed her by the hair with her left hand and continued to pound away on her jugs with her right hand, flattening the luscious orbs painfully against the bimbo’s ribs. “What the fuck did you and your muscle-headed fuck-toy think you were going to do with my husband, cunt-wad?” she demanded, reaching down into her panties and grabbing the sobbing whore’s pussy in a claw-like hold. She tightened her grip and growled out, “Answer me, bitch, or I’ll rip this thing clean off!”

“It’s a scam, baby,” Tony said, slowly sitting up and rubbing his neck. “She and that meat-puppet beat up guys she lures here and then take pictures of them so they can blackmail them.”

“Nice little arrangement, Spice,” she nodded, giving the bitch’s pussy a good pull. “You ready to handle her while I finish playing with her boy-toy, lover man?”

“Oh, yeah,” Tony smiled, rubbing his knuckles. “I’ve been looking forward to this all damn night.”

“She’s all yours, baby. Have fun,” Sugar said, giving the whore’s twat one last jerk before standing up and walking over to where Harry was just sitting up. She reached down and dragged me to his feet by his ear and then fired her knee up between his legs. “You and I are gonna have lots of fun, stud.” She grabbed him by his package and squeezed painfully with her left hand while her right hand snapped his face back and forth with jabs and backhands.

Meanwhile, Spice was still sitting on her ass, massaging the pain from her pussy as best she could, when Tony walked over and hauled to her feet by her hair. “I had no idea you were Sugar’s man, sport. I never would have done this if I’d known,” she said fearfully, reaching up trying to pull his hand from her hair. “Honest.”

“Like that makes a difference.” Tony laughed and punched the cruel slut in the belly so hard it lifted her completely off her feet. She landed on legs made of jelly but Tony was just getting started and fired off another gutbuster that would have launched the whore across the room if not for the hold he hand on her hair. Spice wheezed and this time Tony kicked her in the chest so hard it tore her hair from his grip and sent her flying into the couch.

Across the large living room, Sugar had changed targets and was now punching Harry squarely in the dick. As his back was flat against the wall, there was nowhere for his body to give and the result was that the punches not only struck his cock, but also flattened it against the wall. After a dozen of the amazingly hard blows, he collapsed at Sugar’s feet, unconscious. But the furious black woman wasn’t done with him and she pulled him away from the wall and then sat on his chest and slapped him sharply until he woke up from the stinging shots. “Good. I was afraid you were out for the count and I’m not through whipping your English ass yet.” She flipped around and sat on his face and then grabbed his pulverized dick with one hand and landed a series of punches to his gut with the other.

Meanwhile, Spice lay moaning with her back stretched over the back of the sofa as Tony approached, her barely concealed pussy in plain view, and Tony obligingly punched it. Spice screamed and sat up and Tony immediately pasted her jaw with a right cross that knocked her over the back of the couch. He lightly hopped over the sofa and dragged the whimpering slut to her feet by her hair and drove his fist into her tits, his large hand flattening both at the same time. A few more tit shots and then he literally tossed her over the couch and she landed in a battered heap next to where Sugar was finishing off Harry.

He walked over and sat down at the blonde slut’s feet. “Same as last time,” he grinned.

Sugar nodded and then reached down and pressed her ass cheeks tightly against Harry’s face until she had smothered him out cold. She then scooted up and over onto Spice’s face. “N-no! P-p-please, Sugar, d-don’t sit on my—Mmmummph!!!”

“Shut up and enjoy this, bitch, or I’ll work you over again once Tony is finished,” Sugar threatened, reaching down her bikini bottoms with one hand and fingering herself while her other hand massaged and pulled and twisted at the beaten blonde’s tits. Tony smiled and, just as with Kandi, he lifted Spice’s groin up until he could slide forward and insert his dick into her asshole. Sugar giggled when the blonde bitch let out a muffled scream as her anus was painfully violated. “What took you so long to get here?” he asked as he worked himself back and forth, occasionally punching the whore in the tummy when the mood struck him, until he started to growl and then he suddenly arched his back and grabbed the thick carpet tightly with both hands.

“I was busy when you two left and it took a while for me to get back out front. When I realized you were gone I got her address from Lou,” Sugar explained as she worked herself into a frenzy. She, too, was nearing climax as her hand ceased pulling on the blonde skank’s tits and instead reached back with both hands and grabbed two handfuls of Spice’s sweaty, golden hair and forced the bimbo’s face even deeper up her ass as she continued to grind her pussy on the sobbing bitch’s face.

Both husband and wife blew their loads at the same time. Sugar’s climax covered Spice’s face with her love juices while Tony’s release was so powerful and so full that, as had happened with Kandi, his dick was forced out of the bitch’s asshole. When they could move again, the pair looked down and saw that Spice was still conscious. “Did you like that, cunt-wad?” Sugar asked, flipping around so that her back was resting on Tony’s chest, enjoying the feel of his dick hardening against her ass. She slapped the blonde sharply and said, “I asked you a question, Spice.”

“Y-yes,” sobbed the woman.

“Good. I knew a gutter-slut like you would love it up the ass,” Sugar said. “Now, there are going to be some changes. First, I’ll be taking half of your tips at the bar. And second, Tony and I want in on this blackmail scheme you’ve got going. Oh, I don’t need to point out that we’ll be taking half of that money, too, do I?” Spice miserably shook her head and Sugar nodded and continued, “Good girl, Spice. We’re going to get along just fine, so long as you remember who’s in charge. And, if you’re a real good girl and make me lots of money, I might even let Tony fuck you up the ass again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, cunt-wad?”

“Y-yes,” answered Spice.

“I knew you would. Okay, baby, time to put these kids to bed and get home. We’ve got a lot of planning to do,” Sugar grinned. “Nighty night, bitch.” She blasted her fist into Spice’s jaw and knocked the slut out cold and then she and Tony got dressed and drove home and had the most passionate bout of love-making either had ever experienced.