Suzanne's New Career
Chapter 1
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Suzanne


The door to the building across the street opened from the inside.  
I sat up and peered through the eyepiece of the telescope, 
examining the warmly dressed figure descending the steps.  It 
was her. The drab grey overcoat hid the curves of her nubile 
young body from view, and the wide-brimmed hat she wore 
shielded her face, but the cascade of blond hair flowing down her 
back, as well as the youthful spring in her step, gave her away.

I swiveled the telescope to follow her as she walked down the 
street, trying to figure out where she was going.  Up until now, 
she'd only left the apartment to go to work, either at one of her 
photo shoots or at one of her temp jobs, or to go shopping.  I had 
her phone tapped, and had kept track of her appointments, so I 
knew when she went to work.  This wasn't one of those times.  So 
it must be shopping.  But the stores she went to were in the other 
direction. So... something else?  May be it was a date.  It was 
possible she could have arranged a date with someone without a 
phone call being involved.  Unlikely, but possible.

I kept her in view until she disappeared down a side street three 
blocks away.  I grabbed my coat and hat.  Locking the door of the 
hotel room behind me, I rushed downstairs and out onto the 
street. Casually but briskly, I walked down to the intersection 
where she'd disappeared.  No sign of her.

I thought for a moment, weighed the odds in my mind, and 
decided to wait.  So I took up a position leaning against a 
building, watching the side street that my quarry had disappeared 
down.

Two hours later, after the sun had set and the streetlights had 
come on, she reappeared, coming out of a bar.  She moved a bit 
less surely than usual, as though she'd had a bit to drink.  I 
followed her at a distance of half a block until she reached her 
apartment building and re-entered it.  Smiling to myself with the 
satisfaction of a mystery solved, I crossed the street to my hotel. 

She began to frequent the bar, going there approximately every 
other night, always emerging a bit tipsy.  I started going to the bar 
regularly as well, keeping an unobtrusive eye on her.  The bar 
was not one of the upscale yuppie joints, but rather an old 
neighborhood establishment, catering to older men.  As a result, 
she had to fend off a lot of passes from balding men with 
expansize waistlines.  I found it amusing. 

After watching this for four or five nights, establishing my bona 
fides as a regular patron, I made my move.  My eyes were fixed 
on her as I strode across the room from my regular booth to the 
bar where she sat.  Setting my drink down on the bar, I sat on the 
stool next to her.

She looked up from her drink, causing her lustrous blond hair to 
shimmer in the subdued light of the bar.  I almost lost my breath 
as I look at her face.  I'd seen it before in pictures, and from a 
distance, but never up close and in the flesh.  She was stunning.  
I was pleased.  Later on, almost any other aspect of the body 
could be modified, but the face had to be good from the start.

"Hi," she said, a smile creeping across that captivating face. I'm 
not bad-looking, if I do say so myself, and I was a good bit 
younger than the average suitor.  Her ocean-blue eyes twinkled in 
the light.

"Hi," I responded.  "I'm not very good with pickup lines, so I'll just 
have to tell you that you're incredibly beautiful."

She laughed a bit.  "Thank you.  That's very flattering." Modesty, 
of course; she couldn't possibly think she was anything less than 
gorgeous.

"I'm Alan."

"Suzanne."

We got off to a pretty good start.  She told me she was 
unemployed at the moment, temping and trying to get some part-
time modeling work.  I made a few jokes about the sorts of jobs 
you get from temp agencies, and she laughed and agreed with 
me.  I bought her a drink, casually slipping a pinch of white 
powder into it.  As the conversation progressed, she opened 
herself up more and more to me.

She had grown up in a small town in Montana.  At age eighteen, 
she'd left to go to college in Michigan, majoring in "media arts." 
After school, she'd moved to New York City, where she'd worked 
for about a year as a catalog model for a few local depeartment 
stores, making a decent living.  It was a week-to-week type of 
existence; she didn't have any contracts, but she'd been getting 
quite a lot of offers for short jobs.  She'd been well on her way to 
a successful, if not lucrative, modeling career.

Then, all of a sudden, within the space of a couple of weeks, the 
offers had stopped coming.  The photo managers had started 
telling her that they were looking for someone a bit taller for such-
and-such a shoot, or that what they really needed was a brunette, 
or a redhead, or someone with a more "motherly" look, or 
whatever.  

She hadn't had any work for about three months, and was filling 
in with jobs from temp agencies.  What was really depressing, 
she told me, was that she had no idea why her career had gone 
belly-up so suddenly. 
I had a pretty good idea what it was, myself.  I knew quite a lot 
about her life, in some areas even more than she did.  For the 
past four months, since I'd first laid eyes on her in a sportswear 
catalog, I'd been keeping a close watch on her.  The reason she 
was having a hard time finding work was that I was bribing the 
photo managers not to hire her.

Well, strictly speaking, I wasn't bribing them not to hire her.  But 
every time she applied for a job, I anonymously contacted the 
prospective employer, and pretended to be a relative of one of 
the other models applying for the job.  I told them how I really 
wanted young Dierdre or Teresa or Holly to be successful, and 
wouldn't they please hire her if I gave them $1,000 cash?  It'd 
cost a bundle so far, but I could afford it.  I looked on it as an 
investment. 

I reassured Suzanne that it was probably just a run of bad luck, 
something that happens to everyone now and then.  She smiled 
sweetly at that, and thanked me for the support.  I bought her 
another drink, and over the next hour I coaxed even more 
information out of her.  

She didn't get along well with her parents; they were extremely 
conservative and didn't approve of her career choice.  She lived 
alone and had no real friends in the city.  She had been in one 
relationship since college, and she'd broken it off three months 
ago.

Thanks to the drug I'd been slipping into her drinks all evening, 
she was now extremely trusting of me.  When the bar closed, I 
suggested we continue the conversation at my place.  She 
hesitated a second before agreeing.  I took that as a sign that she 
didn't usually go home with guys she met in bars, which was 
probably a smart policy. A girl could run into all sorts of unsavory 
characters in a place like this.  Me, for example.

We continued chatting as we walked to my apartment.  Not my 
real apartment, of course, but one I was renting under an 
assumed name in a complex that catered to upscale young 
singles.  I didn't want her to know where I really lived, just in case 
something went wrong.

When we arrived, she remarked on how clean and neat it was. (It 
was clean and neat mainly because I spent almost no time 
there.) I showed her to the couch and fixed another pair of drinks; 
light on the booze this time, because we'd both need plenty of 
energy for what was coming up.  To her drink I added just a dash 
of a second, different drug.

I brought the drinks over to the couch and sat down.  We chatted 
some more, and gradually our bodies moved closer and closer 
together.  I managed to keep things calm until she'd finished her 
drink; I wanted to make sure the drug had taken full effect before 
we went to bed.

Once her glass was empty, I leaned over and kissed her.  She 
responded with a fierce passion that let me know that I'd gotten 
things right.  Making sure to keep control of the pace of things, I 
moved us from kissing into necking and petting.  

Her hands were vibrant, running across my chest, back and 
shoulders while she nibbled greedily on my earlobe.  I lightly 
cupped her breasts and she moaned.

Fifteen minutes after she'd finished her drink (I was stealing 
glances at the clock on the wall) I began to go further, gradually 
moving the center of my attention on her body from her breasts 
down across her stomach.  

I caressed the insides of her thighs, occasionally coming close to 
her crotch, but never actually fondling her there.  I could tell this 
was getting her excited.
After about five minutes of this, I got the desired response; she 
pulled her mouth away from mine and looked at me with flaming 
eyes.  "I need you," she breathed softly. 

The drug I'd given her was a rare aphrodisiac that had been 
commonly used in ancient India to heighten the female sex drive.  
Two milligrams, taken orally twenty minutes before the beginning 
of foreplay, was guaranteed to give a woman a mind-blowing 
orgasm, far beyond what she could ever have achieved unaided.  
Five milligrams would give such a powerful ride that she would 
probably come down with some sort of mental damage.  For all I 
knew, ten would probably give her a heart attack.  Naturally, it 
was highly addictive.

The formula had been lost for several millenia, but after three 
years of expensive on-site research, I had found the recipe. 
Requiring extracts freom several rare plants, it cost a fortune to 
manufacture.  Luckily, I had a fortune available. 

I lifted her in my arms and carried her down the hall to the 
bedroom.  Laying her gently down on the bed, I brushed my lips 
across hers as I unbuttoned her blouse.  She was constantly 
moaning with pleasure now.  I undressed quickly and lay down 
beside her.  She quickly stripped her clothes off and embraced 
me, her crotch thrusting at my erect cock.

I din't want to do that just yet, since it would still be about fifteen 
minutes before the drug had its maximum effect.  I gently pushed 
her onto her back.  Gently teasing her nipples with my hands, I 
lowered my mouth to her crotch.

Her pussy was soaked.  I nuzzled it with my nose, causing her to 
tremble.  Slowly, ever so slowly, in order to heighten her 
awareness, I began to tickle her clit with my tongue.

"Mmmmmmm...ohhhhh..."
I gently probed the mouth of her pussy with my tongue, rubbing 
my upper lip agains her clit while I did.

"Ohhhhhh...yeeeesssss..."

Sensing her building orgasm, I withdrew and began kissing her 
thighs to give her a chance to cool down.  After a minute or so of 
this, I moved my attention back to her pussy.  The first touch of 
my tongue immediately sent her back up.

"Ohhh, God...yes, yes!"

I brought her to the edge of orgasm again, and let her hang there 
for awhile.  This would enhance the experience for her when I 
finally did allow her to come.

After ten minutes, she was writhing and moaning. "Ohhh... Alan... 
It's never been like this before...I need you so bad..."

"Shhhhh..." I gently admonished.  "It's better this way.  Just relax 
and enjoy it."

After another five minutes, she could barely contain herself. 
"God, Alan, I need you... I need you now.  Pleeeeeeease."

I realized that the time had come.  I pulled my body up alongside 
hers. Kissing her lips, I placed the head of my erect shaft at the 
entrance to her pussy.  Gently, I began to make soft, short 
strokes into her.

"Mmmm....yeeeessssss..." she moaned.

I gradually increased the pace as well as the depth of my strokes.  
She was going wild with the sensations.  I knew it was like 
nothing she'd ever felt.

"Ngggghhhh... ohhhhh... ohhh... yesss... harder... harder..."

When I knew the moment was right, I pulled out all the stops and 
began pumping my hard, eight-inch-long member all the way to 
the back of her cunt.  She was writhing beneath me like a woman 
possessed.

"Oh, God... yes... yes... YES!  YES!  YES!"

I felt her orgasm shudder through her body.  Her cunt gripped me 
tight as she screamed in pleasure.  The walls of her pussy were 
like a velvet vise squeezing my shaft.  I rode her as hard as I 
could, while her crotch thrust furiously at my cock.

Her orgasm lasted several minutes.  Near the end, my balls 
boiled over and I began to come.  My stick semen filled her cunt 
to overflowing, and I felt a large amount of jism squeezing out of 
her pussy around my cock.

We came down together.  Her cries subsided, to be replaced by a 
series of quick gasps as she struggled to catch her breath.  I 
kissed her on the neck.  "That was great," I said.

"God, it was fantastic!" she replied.  "I've never felt like that 
before."

I pretended to take it as a compliment.  "Thank you." Everything 
had gone perfectly. 

We quickly fell asleep after that.  The next morning, I woke up 
well before Suzanne did, so I surprised her with breakfast in bed. 
She wa delighted.  After she'd finished, we made love again, and 
she had another mind-blowing orgasm, thanks to the secret 
ingredient in the orange juice.  After she'd rested a bit, I told her I 
had to get to work, and offered to drive her home.  She accepted.  

I got her phone number and gave her the number for my 
apartment, but told her that I was going to be very busy at work, 
so I doubted I'd be there much.

I called her the next day and asked for a date.  She eagerly 
agreed.  We made plans to go out to dinner at a fairly pricey 
restaurant.  I assured her that I was picking up the tab.

That evening, I showed up at Suzanne's door fifteen minutes 
early, with a box tucked under my arm.  She greeted me at the 
door with towels wrapped around her hair and torso, obviously 
having just gotten out of the shower.  She ushered me into the 
living room and showed me to the couch.

"I have as gift for you," I said as I presented the box to her.

"Oh, you shouldn't have," she demurred, setting the box down 
and opening it up.  Her eyes went wide as she looked inside.  
She reached in and pulled out a black satin party dress that 
glittered in the light.  "Oh, Alan... you can't do this.  This is too 
much."

"I wanted to do it," I replied.  "You deserve the best.  I was hoping 
you'd wear it tonight."

"Yes, yes, of course!"  Suzanne reached into the box again and 
pulled out a pair of matching black pumps with five-inch heels.  
An expression of concern crossed her face as she examined 
them.  She looked up at me questioningly.

"Is something wrong?" I asked innocently.

"No...no," she said, forcing a smile.  "I'll just go back and get 
dressed."  With that, she got up and walked down the hall.  I 
smiled to myself.  Another small step.

Fifteen minutes later, she emerged, looking breathtakingly 
beautiful.  Her blond hair cascaded over her shoulders, which 
were bare except for the black straps of the dress.  I'd bought the 
dress half a size too small, so it squeezed her slightly, pushing 
her breasts up over the front of the dress in an appetizing way.  It 
similarly hugged her thighs and legs, showing off her excellent 
curves.  The effect was amplified by the swing of her hips as she 
walked on the high heels.  She wore a pair of simple earrings and 
a couple of gold bracelets on one arm.

"You look fantastic," I said.  She did.

She blushed.  "Thank you, Alan."  She came over and kissed me. 
"Let's go."

We had a pleasant dinner, during which we discussed the 
weather, current events, movies, and her career.  I steered the 
conversation away from myself.  She trusted me implicitly now, 
and was very open with me; I didn't need to rely on a drug for that 
anymore.

After dinner, we danced a bit, and took a walk in the park. She 
thought it was all incredibly romantic, and I knew she was falling 
in love with me.  She rested her head on my shoulder while we 
walked.

When we got back to her place, she tried to pull me toward the 
bedroom immediately, but I begged off.  "Come on, there's plenty 
of time for that.  Let's sit down and have a drink first.  Besides, I 
thought it was only men that wanted to have sex right away after 
getting home."  

She laughed at that and allowed herself to be persuaded to wait.  
She sat down on the couch while I went in to make us drinks.  
Out of her sight, I added the contents of a small capsule I was 
carrying to her glass.
We sipped our drinks and chatted.  Things progressed as they 
had the previous night, and soon I was carrying her into the 
bedroom. She was getting hot, and as soon as I put her down 
she immediately began to take off her clothes.  I stopped her as 
she reached for the pumps on her feet.  She looked up at me 
questioningly.

"Please, keep them on.  I find them attractive."

She opened her mouth as if to protest.  I allowed the slightest hint 
of displeasure to creep into my face.  She closed her mouth, and 
said softly, "Okay."

I smiled.  She smiled back, in a relieved way.  I took off the rest 
of her clothes and mine as well.  She lay back and I moved over 
her.  

As with the night before, I used my lips and tongue on her pussy 
and clit to bring her to the edge of orgams and hold her there for 
several seconds, in order to heighten her desire and sensitivity. 
When the time arrived, I lowered my rock-hard shaft directly into 
her steamy pussy.

I stroked her gently and deeply, causing her to cry out in ecstasy.  
After a minute or two of this, I withdrew my cock.  Gently but 
firmly, I grabbed her legs, with the pumps still on them, and 
raised them over her hips.  I lowered them to my shoulders, 
giving my cock a better angle at her pussy.  Before she realized I 
was changing our position, I thrust back into her.

She gasped in pleasure at my re-entry. I began to fuck her 
deeply, savoring the feeling of her soft pussy walls against my 
cock. Her moans increased in volume and frequency.  

"Yes...yes..YES!"  She was loving every minute of this. 

I picked up the pace as I felt her orgasm build.  I reached down 
and began to fondle her erect nipples.  She was tossing her head 
from side to side as she bounced her ass on the bed, trying to 
draw me in deeper on each stroke.  Her moans reached a 
crescendo and merged  into one long scream of pleasure, as the 
walls of her hot, wet pussy squeezed my dick, fuelling my own 
orgasm.  My cock throbbed as it spurted jism into her cunt. 

Her scream stopped as she gasped for breath.  My ejaculation 
continued, my cum dribbling out of her pussy.  We stayed locked 
together for several minutes as she struggled for breath.  I pulled 
my softening dick out of her soaked pussy, a thin string of jism 
following it.  I lay down beside her and kissed her.  "You were 
fabulous," I whispered.

She opened her eyes, blinked and turned to face me.  "So were 
you."

We fucked again the next morning (after another "breakfast in 
bed," of course), and once again she experienced a mind-blowing 
orgasm.  

We lay in bed for awhile before I told her I had to get to work.  I 
promised her dinner again that night, which she eagerly 
accepted.  She was well on her way to being hooked.

Once again, I showed up fifteen minutes early with a gift. This 
time, it was a dress in fire-engine red, a strapless body-hugging 
design that left her knees exposed and tightly wrapped her hips 
and thighs.  Also included in the box were a pair of matching 
ladies' gloves, two large gold hoop earrings and a pair of shiny 
red pumps with five-inch heels.

She pulled the outfit out of the box, and examined it, a frown of 
concern crossing her face.  "Alan, you can't keep buying me 
these things.  This is so... expensive."
I knew that the price wasn't what was really bothering her. She 
was worried about looking like a prostitute.  Which was really kind 
of paranoid.  The dress was a bit racy, but still within the bounds 
of taste.  Quite conservative compared to what she'd be wearing 
before long.

"Relax.  I can afford it," I reassured her.  "Besides, like I said, you 
deserve it."  I kissed her gently on the cheek.  She smiled and 
went back into her bedroom to put it on.

She emerged fifteen minutes later, looking almost edible.  The 
dress sparkled in the light.  Again, I'd bought it half a size too 
small, so that her her breasts pushed out the top.  I decided she 
was right.  The dress, combined with the pumps and earrings, did 
make her look like a prostitute.  Much more like an expensive, 
classy call girl than a cheap street hooker, but a prostitute 
nonetheless.  I asked her to turn around for me so I could see the 
whole thing.  She complied. "You look gorgeous," I told her.

We went to dinner again at a fine restaurant, and dined on shrimp 
and caviar.  She was quite flattered at the amount of money she 
knew I must've been spending on her.  

Again, we talked about inconsequential things.  After dinner, I 
surprised her by producing tickets to an operatic version of 
Shakespeare's "Hamlet" at the city symphony hall.  She was 
suitably impressed.

We arrived at the hall half an hour early.  Suzanne turned quite a 
few male heads as we strolled into the spacious lobby.  I bought 
us each a glass of champagne at the bar to sip while we waited. 
She held her glass up between our faces.  "To us," she said.

"No.  To you," I replied, and clinked my glass on hers.  She 
smiled at that and took a drink from her glass, imbibing not only 
champagne, but the dose of aphrodisiac I'd slipped into her glass.
We finished the drinks, entered the performance hall, and found 
our seats.  After a brief wait, the lights dimmed and the show 
began.

At the end of the first scene, I glanced over at Suzanne, who I'd 
noticed had started squirming a bit.  

Suppressing my glee, I leaned over to her. "Are you all right?" I 
whispered.

"Yeah, I'm okay," she replied, a little embarrased.

She managed to hold herself together until the middle of the 
second scene, when Hamlet was talking to his father's ghost.  
She leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Alan... I need it."

I did my best to look surprised, and I think I succeeded. "You 
mean now?" I responded, perhaps a bit too loudly, since the 
woman behind us shushed me.

"Yessss," she whispered back.

I paused, pretending to consider the situation.  "You mean you 
want to have sex right here in this building?" I asked, forcing 
incredulity into my voice.

"Well... There has to be someplace.  Pleeease," she whispered 
urgently, "I need it so baaaad."

I got up and led her to the aisle, much to the annoyance of 
several theater patrons.  We hurried up the aisle to the foyer.  
She frantically gripped the inside of my arm as I looked around 
for a place we could slip into.  

I spied a pair of doors leading into what must be the reception 
area.  I led Suzanne over and stuck my head inside.
The room was large, with a big table in the middle and number of 
chairs sitting around the outside wall.  The table was covered by 
a fancy tablecloth.  Arranged tastefully on top of it was a 
staggering array of food.  No doubt it was set up for a reception 
during the intermission.  Nobody was in it now, though.  I hurried 
Suzanne inside and closed the door.

She threw her arms around me and plastered her lips against 
mine.  I could feel the sexual energy bouncing around in her body 
as she gnawed hungrily at my lips.  Placing my hands on her ass, 
I lifted her up.  She wrapped her legs around me as I carried her 
to the edge of the table and set her down.

"Oh, God, I need it so bad..." she murmured.

I pushed a few trays of food out of the way and forced her to lie 
down on the table with her ass on the edge.  I pulled away just 
long enough to unzip my pants and free my stiff cock.  

I pushed the red dress up her sleek legs, bunching it up around 
her waist.  I shoved her panties to one side, revealing her 
already-soaked pussy. The drug was clearly having its usual 
effect.  "Please, Alan, please..."

I lifted her legs up and rested them on my shoulders.  "Here it 
comes, honey," I told her as I thrust my thick shaft into her moist 
pussy.  She gave a loud moan of pleasure as my cock penetrated 
deep into her cunt.  I grabbed her hips and began to take long, 
slow strokes, pulling her down onto my shaft with each thrust.

The aphrodisiac had turned her into an animal.  Her hands 
gripped the edge of the table, providing leverage for her to thrust 
her ass into me with each stroke I took.  She gave a sharp cry of 
pleasure each time my cock pushed through the soft folds of her 
pussy.

"Oh, yes... yes!" she moaned, as I pistoned in and out of her. Her 
eyes were closed as she twisted her head from side to side.  As 
her noises intensified, I began to worry that someone would walk 
in on us.  I decided that was the risk I had to take, though.  I 
picked up the pace, pounding my hard shaft more quickly into her 
silky, wet cunt.

She quickly reached orgasm.  She didn't scream this time, but I 
was sure her moans would easily carry to the lobby.  I didn't care, 
anymore, though, because I was about to come, as well.  Her 
pussy spasmed and gripped my cock tightly, and I felt my balls 
heave and begin to spurt cum.  "Oh, God!  Nnnnnngh!" she 
moaned as her orgasm swept over her.  I shot my entire load into 
her pussy.

God, it felt good.  I stood there for what must have been a minute 
while my orgasm passed.  Suzanne was still lying on the table, 
her eyes closed, the red pumps on her feet resting on my 
shoulders, breathing deeply and moaning softly to herself. I 
looked up...

...and saw the kid.  He looked to be about fourteen or fifteen.  He 
was dressed in a theatre uniform, and was standing in the service 
door carrying a plate of shrimp hors d'ouvres.  His eyes were 
wide as saucers and his jaw was practically scraping the floor.

I had no idea how long he'd been there.  Thinking quickly, I raised 
my index finger to my lips and made a gesture to be quiet.  He 
didn't react, but just kept on staring.  Suzanne's eyes were still 
closed, so she didn't notice.

I quickly withdrew my cock, eliciting a little whimper from 
Suzanne.  A mixture of semen and cunt juice dribbled out of her 
cunt and began to pool on the table.  I grabbed a nearby napkin 
and wiped away some of the excess before replacing her panties.  

Gently, and making sure to keep her facing away from the kid, I 
picked her up and set her upright on the floor in front of.  She 
stumbled a little before regaining her footing.  I reached down and 
pulled her dress down to cover her legs again, smoothing it out 
with my hands.

By this time, she'd regained her senses.  "Oh, my God," she 
gasped, "I can't believe we just did that." 

"Shhhh," I repsonded.  "We need to get out of here."

She fought down her nerves.  "O-okay.  Let me get my purse." 
She turned around to grab it off of the table, and caught sight of 
the kid still standing in the doorway.  She froze, startled.

"Excuse us," I said to the kid.  "I think we must have the wrong 
room.  We'll just be going now."  I grabbed Suzanne's purse off 
the table.  She was still in shock.  "Honey... let's go."  I said, 
pulling on her arm.  She swallowed and allowed me to guide her 
out.

I hustled her through the door to the lobby.  As I left, I gave the 
kid a wink.  He hadn't moved since I'd first seen him.

On the way back to the hall through the lobby, Suzanne managed 
to look both flushed and white as a sheet.  "My God, Alan, do you 
think he saw us?"

"No," I lied, "he walked in just as we were leaving."

She sighed with relief, but still seemed rather agitated. "But what 
if he had?"

"I don't know.  Maybe you should have thought of that 
beforehand.  It was your idea, after all."

She stopped talking and took on a thoughtful expression.  We 
stayed for the rest of the show, but she had trouble paying 
attention. On the way home, she brought it up again.

"It's not so much that we were doing something dangerous and 
could've gotten caught; I mean, that's bad, but what I'm really 
worried about is that I wanted to do it.  I mean, I just got the urge 
right there in the theater, and I had to have it."

I feigned perplexedness.  "Well, I don't know.  People get the 
urge in all sorts of weird places.  It's not something you can 
control."

"No, but it's never happened to me like that before."  She was 
thoughtful for a minute, then she leaned her head on my shoulder 
and placed a hand on my arm.  "Maybe it's just the effect you 
have on me, Alan.  If that's what it is, I don't mind at all."

I smiled and patted her head.  You will mind, I thought.  Oh, yes, 
you will.

I decided it would be best to give Suzanne a good night's rest 
after the episode in the theater.  I didn't want to take things too 
fast just yet.  So, I dropped her of at her apartment and promised 
to call her the next day.

At home, I allowed myself a drink to celebrate my latest success.  
The champagne Suzanne had drunk before the show had 
contained not one, but two drugs.  

The first was her normal aphrodisiac.  The second drug was what 
was called a neural association enhancer.  

The effect of the drug was to temporarily increase the ability of 
neurons in the subject's brain to reconfigure themselves and 
make new connections.
The Russian scientist Pavlov had performed a groundbreaking 
experiment in behavioral study involving a dog, some meat, and a 
bell. Pavlov would ring the bell every time he fed the dog.  

After several days of this, Pavlov found he could get the dog's 
mouth to water by ringing the bell even without producing the 
meat.  The dog's brain had rewired itself to associate the bell with 
food.  And thus Pavlov discovered what scientists today call the 
Pavlovian response.

The new drug induced the brain to make such associations much 
more quickly.  Experiments on lab animals with a similar drug had 
shown a dramatic decrease in the amount of time required to 
establish Pavlovian responses, somethimes by a factor of as 
much as five or ten. 

The version I had was tailored to the human brain chemistry.  I 
had obtained it illictly through a contact of mine in the military, 
where it was highly classified, and then reproduced it in my lab.

The drug had been in effect in Suzanne during our tabletop fuck 
at the theatre.  Her brain had begun to form associations between 
the various elements of that episode; the hard table under her 
ass, the danger of getting caught, the revealing attire she'd been 
wearing, the feel of the heels on her feet during the act, the slutty 
feeling of having sex in a public area, and, most importantly, the 
extreme pleasure of the orgasm she'd experienced.

This one episode wouldn't do the trick by itself, of course. But 
after only a few more drug-assisted experiences like that one, 
Suzanne would be well-trained, the Pavlovian response firmly 
embedded in her brain.  

By the time I was done with her, whenever the bell rang, she 
would crave meat.  Not just from me.  From anyone.

Suzanne's New Career
Chapter 2
=========
Shooting Off at the Mouth


For our next date, I took Suzanne to a movie.  As usual, I showed 
up early, bearing a gift.  This time, it was a black halter top, a 
short white skirt, a pair of black pumps with the standard five-inch 
heels, and a couple pieces of gold jewelry.  Again, I watched 
uneasiness flicker across her face, but only for the briefest of 
instants, before she smiled, thanked me, and went back to her 
bedroom to put them on.

By now, she was addicted to the sex, and I could've used that as 
leverage to get her to wear anything I wanted.  But to get that, I 
would've had to start using strongarm tactics, openly threatening 
to break off the relationship if she didn't do what I wanted.  This 
was something I'd have to do eventually, but it wasn't necessary 
yet.  

For now, she was still willing to believe that I was a nice guy who 
was really interested in her, and just had sort of an odd thing 
about buying her clothes.  I'm sure she was more than a little in 
love with me, as well.  It was better to play on this for awhile, 
nurturing her feelings toward me while gently nudging her in the 
direction I wanted. So I took it easy on the clothes.

She emerged soon, looking hot as always.  Once again, the 
clothes were half a size too small, and pleasant bits of Suzanne 
strained against the fabric here and there.  The black and white 
clothes squeezing her supple body made her look just a bit 
trashy. She didn't look like a hooker, though.  More like a woman 
who just wanted to be sure to get a lot of looks.  I complimented 
her, as usual, telling her how beautiful she was.  She accepted all 
this in her usual way, with a pretty smile and a kiss.
We arrived at the theater and got in line at the ticket booth. 
Suzanne drew more than a few lusty stares from the teenage 
boys ahead of us in line, and a number of disapproving and 
envious glares from their dates.  I wrapped an arm around her 
waist and hugged her protectively.

I bought tickets to a cheesy romantic comedy.  I'd made sure to 
get us to the movie well ahead of time, so that we'd be able to 
buy refreshments.  We did so, getting a large tub of popcorn and 
_separate_ drinks; myself a large Coke, Suzanne a medium Diet 
Coke with a couple of extra ingredients.

We entered the theatre and sat down to watch the movie.  I put 
my arem around her, she leaned her head on my shoulders, and 
in every way we behaved like an ordinary couple out on a date.  

Thirty minutes into the movie, however, I felt Suzanne beginning 
to squirm against me.  "Suzanne?" I whispered.  "Are you all 
right?"

She was startled, and it took her a moment to respond. "Uh... I'm 
fine.  Just fine."

I pretended to watch the movie for two more minutes, until I felt 
Suzanne's body rubbing against mine.  "What's the matter?" I 
asked, trying to look concerned.

She looked at me, with something bordering on guilt in her eyes.  
"I... I... I need it."

"How badly?  Now?"

She looked hesitant, but eventually forced out, "Really bad." The 
dosage of aphrodisiac I'd given her had been half again the size 
of her normal dose.

I sighed, acting as though this was a chore, and stood up.  We 
squirmed past some annoyed people on our row to the aisle, and 
walked out into the lobby.  Fortunately, it was almost empty.

I looked around for a few seconds and then led her down a side 
hall to a janitor's closet.  Thankfully, it was unlocked.  We hurried 
inside and she grabbed me and kissed me.  Her body started 
humping against mine through our clothing.  I unzipped my pants 
and pulled out my cock.

I broke away.  "Uh, Suzanne..." I pretended to have trouble 
getting my next few words out.  "I'm... uh... not... you know, 
ready."

Suzanne blinked, then looked down at my cock.  "Oh..."  Her 
expression clouded over for a minute.  "Well, it'll be ready soon, 
won't it?" she asked, managing to avoid any sort of explicit 
description.

"Well, I don't know.  I mean, usually it's ready by now.  I don't 
know."  I tried to look flustered. 

"Oh...  Well, let's give it a minute," she said, and resumed 
necking.  I fought with all my will to keep from getting hard.  I'd 
masturbated earlier that day in order to give myself some 
resistance, but it was still hard to avoid my cock's natural desire 
to spring to action.  

When you've got a hot bitch like Suzanne trying to do the bump-
and-grind with you, it takes a lot of effort to keep your cock from 
stiffening.  But I persevered, and five minutes later, it was still 
limp.  Suzanne looked at me pleadingly.  "What are we going to 
do?"

"I... I don't know." I stuttered.  I knew exactly what I wanted her to 
do, but it was important that she make the jump herself.
Suzanne remained motionless for several tense seconds.  I 
waited, praying her innocent young mind would figure it out.  After 
what seemed like an eternity, her left hand slowly, ever so slowly, 
slid from my shoulder down my arm.  I came to rest inches from 
my cock.  Suzanne was looking down at it, breathing hard, trying 
to steel herself.  With a faint tremble, her fingertips brushed my 
cock.

A surge of pleasure flashed through me at the contact.  This was 
the first time she had ever touched my cock.  I fought it 
desperately, willing myself not to get hard.  Not yet!  Suzanne 
closed her eyes and gently touched my cock again, sending 
another spasm of joy shooting up my spine.  I was fighting a 
losing battle against erection.  Still trembling, Suzanne slowly 
began to rub my cock.  She was clearly very nervous about this, 
and only allowed the tips of her fingers to touch my prick, rubbing 
it gently as it got bigger and harder.

I let out a soft moan as I gave in to the pleasure of her touch and 
allowed my dick to get hard.  Suzanne opened her eyes, a 
nervous look on her face.  I smiled reassuringly and kissed her.  
She responded positively, increasing the pace of her strokes on 
my cock.

When my cock had fully hardened, I gently pushed Suzanne's 
hand away.  I would have been happy enough to let her keep 
stroking me until I came, but it wouldn't have been much fun for 
her.  She needed to have an orgasm in order for her Pavlov-
drugged brain tyo make the proper connections.

Suzanne took the meaning of my gesture.  She quickly lay down 
on the floor and spread her legs.  Good, good, I though.  She was 
learning quickly.  I pushed her skirt up over her waist and knelt 
between her thighs.  Her panties were wet with pussy juice.  I 
pushed them aside and drove my hard shaft into her cunt.

Suzanne cried out in pleasure and immediately began to thrust 
her pelvis at me, trying to draw as much of my cock as possible 
into her silky pussy.  I took long strokes, nurturing her growing 
orgasm, listening to the soft moans escaping her lips.  Her blond 
hair swirled back and forth on the ground as her head twised from 
side to side. "Oh, God, Alan... Yes!  Yes!"

I stepped up the pace of my thrusts, bringing her to a screaming 
orgasm.  She wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me as 
deeply as possible into her while her cunt squeezed my throbbing 
dick. Her orgasm lasted nearly half a minutes.  My cock, 
stimulated by the pressure spasms of her pussy, shot several 
spurts of jism deep into her cunt.

When Suzanne had calmed down, and I had shot my entire load, 
I pulled out of her and got dressed again.  Helping Suzanne to 
her feet, I brushed her dress down and smoothed it out.  As 
usual, she had had her mind blown by the power of her orgasm.  
She snapped out of it after a minute, and we went back to the 
movie.

Suzanne actually enjoyed the rest of the movie.  Rather than 
cuasing her distress, as our quickie at the opera had, the 
interlude in the closet seemed to have invigorated her, giving har 
a warm glow. She happily sat through the rest of the flick, clinging 
to my arm, a smile on her face.  It seemed that the idea of sex in 
a public place wasn't quite so disturbing to her anymore.

After the movie, we went back to her place and went to bed after 
our usual bedtime drinks.  I pretended to have trouble getting it 
up again, and asked her to help me.  

She complied, rubbing my cock with a bit more confidence.  I 
held out as long as I could before allowing myself to become 
erect.  I then laid her on her back and fucked her brains out.

For the next week, Suzanne and I went out almost every night. 
Occasionally I would slip the drugs into her early in the evening, 
so that she would get horny while we were still out.  I was eager 
to progress to the phase of her training, but I forced myself to 
hold back.  It was important to take things slowly, and let 
everything proceed as if it were developing naturally.  Pushing 
Suzanne too quickly could ruin the relationship.

So I took it easy.  Each time we had sex, I coaxed her into 
stroking my cock with her hands.  Whenever it was possible, I 
rubbed her clit while she was doing this to provide her with some 
enjoyment. Eventually, I wanted to bring her to associate 
touching my cock with her pussy getting wet.  And of course, I 
always made sure that the aphrodisiac and the Pavlov drug were 
working their magic before I fucked her.  And she always wore 
the high heels.

Her confidence and skill steadily increased, and soon she was 
eagerly jacking my cock every time it came out of my pants, 
bringing me quickly to erection.  The girl had become quite skilled 
at giving hanjobs.  Almost like a professional.

I decided it was time to teach Suzanne the next lesson.

Once again, I'd given her some clothes to wear for the occasion.  
This time it was a pink summery dress with white polk-dots. The 
top had a low-cut neckline, half a size too small as usual, so that 
her breasts were slightly squeezed out the top.  The skirt was 
short, stopping several inches above her knees, so that her sleek 
legs were well-displayed.  And her legs looked even better on top 
of the five-inch pink heels. 

Suzanne no longer bothered to comment on the clothes I bought 
her, but simply smiled and thanked me.  I knew she wasn't overly 
fond of them, but it was something she was willing to put up with.  
The price she paid to be with me.
I had arranged for us to take a balloon ride at a local park. It was 
one of those tethered rides where the gondola is attached to the 
ground by a rope.  You pay the fare, and you're allowed to ride 
the ballon up and see the city for fifteen or twenty minutes, and 
then the attendant pulls you back down.

We got to the park half an hour before our balloon reservation.  I 
bought a pair of snow-cones which we slurped down while waiting 
for the ride.  The syrup from Suzanne's cone colored her lips and 
some of the skin around her mouth a bright cherry red.  I mused 
on this as I watched her eat her treat.  The effect was to make 
her lips look larger, changing the smiling mouth of the pretty, 
innocent girl into the naturally pouting mouth of a cocksucking 
slut. How appropriate.

Our turn arrived.  I paid the attendant, and Suzanne and I climbed 
into the large wicker gondola.  After a brief safety speech, the 
attendant unhooked us and began reeling out the tether.  The 
balloon slowly rose into the night air.  

Suzanne and I looked over the side of the basket at the shrinking 
park below us.  After rising for several minutes, the balloon 
reached the end of the rope and came to a stop with a slight jerk.  
Suzanne snuggled against me on the narrow bench.

We sat like that for awhile, enjoying the cool breeze, until I felt 
Suzanne's hand brushing my crotch.  I looked at her, and she 
looked back pleadingly.  "Alan... I need you."

"Well, we're all alone up here, I suppose," I responded. "Let's go 
ahead."

Suzanne grinned happily as she unzipped my pants and pulled 
out my flacid dick.  She began to caress it as usual, attempting to 
bring me to erection.

I fought against it with every ounce of my will.  It was important 
that her attempts to get me hard with a handjob fail tonight.  I'd 
thought I was having a tough time keeping myself soft two weeks 
ago at the movie theatre, but that was nothing compared to what I 
was fighting against now.  Suzanne had become quite the 
proficient giver of handjobs, and it was a struggle to resist.

Nonetheless, I came through.  Five minutes after she'd started, I 
was still limp.  This was several times as long as it'd ever taken 
her to get me hard before.  Suzanne looked at me with almost the 
same pleading expression she'd had on her face two weeks ago 
at the movie theatre.  "What's wrong, Alan?  Why isn't it getting... 
hard?"  She must've been desperate.  This was the most explicit 
language she'd ever used.

"I don't know, honey," I responded, trying to sound flabbergasted.

She went back to work, more determined than ever to get me 
hard.  Again, with a Herculean effort, I resisted.  Five minutes 
later, she paused again, frustrated and horny.  She was 
becoming increasingly fidgety, desperate for cock.

"Well..." I began.  She looked at me, begging.  "...there is one... 
other thing you... could try..." I forced out, faking sheepishness.  I 
gently touched a finger to her mouth.  Suzanne's face took on a 
disturbed look as she struggled with the idea.

After several seconds of hard thought, she began to tremble. 
Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to bend her knees, lowering 
herself to face my cock.  With the fingers of one hand, she 
tentatively circled the base of my cock.  

Balanced on the pumps, with one hand against the wall of the 
gondola to support herself, she slowly leaned forward, her tongue 
extending itself from her mouth.

The tip of her tongue made contact with the head of my prick, 
and that alone almost sent me over the edge.  I contained myself, 
though, and only let out a small moan.  Hesitantly, Suzanne 
brought her lips down to touch my cock.  A tingling shot up my 
spine.  Slowly, her lips parted, and my cock entered her wet, 
warm mouth.  She paused and looked up at me, her lips 
encircling my prick, a questioning look on her face.

I smiled at her.  "God, that feels good."  She smiled back (as 
much as someone whose mouth is stuffed full of cock can smile). 
Slowly, she began to pump her head up and down on my shaft.  
She wasn't experienced, but she more than made up for that with 
sheer enthusiasm.  Soon she was pumping her mouth rapidly up 
and down my stiff shaft.  Occasionally, she would look up at me.  
That almost made me come.  Squatting on those high pumps, 
wearing those tight clothes, her lips encircling a mougthtul of my 
thick cock, Suzanne looked like nothing more than a cheap 
whore.

I wanted so badly to come in her mouth, but that would have to 
wait.  If she didn't get to come, the whole episode would be 
wasted. So I gently pushed her off my cock and told her I was 
ready.  

There wasn't enough space in the gondloa to lie down, so I pulled 
her up to a standing position.  I lifted her skirt and thrust her 
panties aside to expose her sopping wet pussy.  Placing my 
hands on her ass, I lifted her into the air, rested her ass on the 
bench, and impaled her on my dick.

She let out an animal-like scream as I entered her wet pussy. 
She wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass, 
trying to pull me even deeper into her cunt.  I withdrew until the 
tip of my cock was just barely inside her pussy, and then I 
slammed it info her again, hard.  Shuzanne squealed in pleasure.  
"Oh, yes, Alan..."
She was building to orgasm already; there was no time to take it 
slow.  I started thrusting into her quickly and forcefully, pounding 
my cock into her velvety pussy.  Each time, I plunged my full 
length in, filling her cunt with my balls resting against her ass, 
then withdrawing until my cockhead was just barely touching her 
pussy lips.  

She squealed with delight each time I slammed into her.  The 
gondola rocked slightly with each thrust. Soon, she was coming 
like a storm, her cries carrying in the night air.  At the same time, 
my jism spurted into her waiting cunt, overflowing and dripping 
out onto the floor.

After she'd come down, we cleaned up a bit and waited for the 
gondola to come back down.  Suzanne's hair was a bit tousled, 
and I heard a couple of snickers from a pair of teenage boys as 
we left the balloon ride area.

After a leisurely stroll around the park, I decided the time was 
right to build on what Suzanne had learned in the balloon.  Back 
at her apartment, I fixed the standard drinks (including the 
Pavlovian drug for her) and soon we were in bed together.  She 
didn't even think about taking off the heels this time.  Good girl!  I 
mentally congratulated her.

Rather than go down on her immediately, as I usually did, I 
suggested that we might want to try something in which we might 
both give each other pleasure.  I was careful to avoid any explicit 
wording, so that she would think this was as new to me as it was 
to her.

"Like what?" she asked.  I explained the concept of a "69" to her 
(not using that name, of course).  She would lie above me, her 
head at my crotch, and her crotch at my head, so that I could "lick 
her down there," and she could "you know, do what you did on 
the balloon ride."
She hesitated for a second, but then agreed.  I lay on my back 
and she positioned herself above me on her hands and knees. 
Teasingly, I tickled her cunt with my nose and tongue, causing 
her to gasp.  Slowly, she lowered her mouth onto my cock and 
began to pump. I encouraged her by licking her clitoris, 
occasionally giving it a short suck with my lips.  She responded 
by increasing the tempo of her pumping.

"Use your tongue, honey," I suggested.  Within a few seconds, I 
felt her tongue begin to caress the underside of my cock as she 
continued to bob her head up and down on my shaft.  God, that 
felt good.  I felt a powerful orgasm welling up in my balls.  I began 
to thrust my tongue into her wet cunt.  She shuddered in 
pleasure.

I couldn't believe how good this felt.  I'd met this bitch only a few 
days ago, and already I had her giving head like a pro. Her 
tongue was now swirling back and forth around my cock.  Now, 
for the real test. 

My cock was ready to explode.  I felt it begin to throb under the 
pressure of semen preparing to burst out.  "I'm about to come, 
honey... go ahead and swallow it."  She didn't try to break away, 
but just kept on pumping her head up and down on my shaft.  
The drugs and my cunt-licking had pushed her over the edge.  
She would do whatever I asked, just so that she could come.  
The bitch was mine.  She didn't realize it yet, but she was all 
mine.

I played her like a violin, bringing her to the peak of her orgasm 
just as I shot my load down her throat.  Her whole body shook as 
she came, and my cock pumped wad after wad of jism into her 
mouth. Following my instructions, she sucked it all down.  She 
was too far gone with pleasure to think about doing anything else.  
A dribble of my cum, mixed with her saliva, trickled out of one 
corner of her mouth, running down her chin.
I finished coming.  She continued to shudder as her drug-
enhanced orgasm thundered through her body.  I kept working at 
her clit in order to stretch it out as long as possible.  

When it finally subsided, my dick fell out of her mouth, and she 
rolled over and flopped on her back beside me, a stunned look on 
her face.

I moved up next to her and kissed her.  "What's the matter, 
honey?  Wasn't it good for you?"

"It was great for me!  That's what bothers me.  What am I turning 
into?"

"What's the matter with enjoying yourself?"

"Doing that?  It's just not..."

"Not what?  What's the matter with two consenting adults doing 
whatever they want?"

"Nothing.  It's the fact that I seem to crave this so much. It feels 
cheap."

I decided to play my trump card.  "There's nothing cheap about 
two people who love each other giving each other..."

"What?" she interrupted.  "What did you say?"

"I said there's nothing cheap about two people who love each..."

"Do you mean that?  You love me?" she asked, tears welling up 
in the corners of her eyes.

"Of course, honey.  I always have, and I always will.  I mean that 
absolutely."  I was lying, of course.
"Oh, Alan..."  She swooned and kissed me hard.  I felt the salty 
taste of my own semen in my mouth.  "You're so wonderful.  I 
love you, too."  She rested her head on my chest and closed her 
eyes. Soon, she was fast asleep.

I smiled.

The next morning, rather than give Suzanne the usual "breakfast 
in bed," I got up and served breakfast in her dining room. 
(Actually, it was more of a "dining nook.")  When she woke up 
and came out into the kitchen to find me, I told her to go back 
and put on her pumps.  She complied without hesitataion.  By this 
time, thanks to the drug, her brain had been coaxed into forging a 
link between high heels and sex. 

She came back out, wearing nothing but the slip and pumps, 
looking sexy as all hell.  We sat down to eat.  Her glass of orange 
juice contained the usual drugs.  I made the meal into a long, 
drawn-out affair, so that she started getting hot midway through. 
When she at last told me, I informed her that she would have to 
suck me off in order to get me hard first. 

She readily agreed, and in no time she was squatting at my feet, 
balanced on the heels, sucking my dick like there was no 
tomorrow.  I reached down and played with her tits, eliciting 
moans of pleasure in between her loving strokes on my cock.  
Her head bobbed up and down on my shaft as she sucked like a 
vacuum.

When I was hard, I gently pushed her away.  She stood up.  I 
turned her around to face the table and gently pushed her down 
until she was flat on her stomach, her luscious ass facing up at 
me.  I spread her legs apart and proceeded to fuck her pussy 
from behind, pushing her into the table with every thrust.  
Moaning and gasping the whole time, she came like a bitch in 
heat as I shot my load into her creamy cunt.
Over the next several weeks, we went out almost every night. 
Each time, I brought a new outfit for her.  Sometimes they were 
expensive, sometimes cheap. but they were always promiscuous.  

Soon after she first learned to suck cock, I noticed that she would 
greet me at the door wearing a bathrobe and high heels.  She 
had been conditioned to the point of having a psychological need 
for the heels.

Each night, I arranged her drugging so that she got hot in a public 
place.  Once she got hot while we were walking down a crowded 
city street, so I rushed her into a nearby hotel, rented a room, and 
fucked her brains out.  Another time, I fucked her in a phone 
booth in a bar.

Sometimes we did a 69, and sometimes I just fucked her.  When 
we 69ed, I made sure that she swallowed my jism, and that she 
experienced an orgasm at the same time.  In this way, she would 
soon grow to enjoy swallowing come.

I enforced a similar regimen whenever I fucked her.  By mentally 
controlling my own orgasm as much as I could and by varying the 
pace of the fuck to control hers, I manipulated things so that she 
orgasmed right after I began to come.  

Soon she would associate the pleasure of the orgasm with the 
feeling of an ejaculation in her cunt. With luck, she would learn to 
use her cunt muscles to massage the dick filling her pussy, so 
that she could get the come she craved out of it.

With time, she came to respond more quickly to the aphrodisiac.  

Soon I was able to fuck her almost immediately after she told me 
she "needed it," rather than having to go through the hassle of 
eating her out to get her wet and ready.

One evening, we 69ed behind the back row of seats in a movie 
theater.  It was reasonably safe, since the theater wasn't 
crowded, and there was nobody in the last three or four rows, but 
Suzanne did freeze once or twice as people walked past on the 
way to or from the snack bar.  No one saw us, but I brought her to 
orgasm so hard she almost screamed in spite of herself.

Just for kicks, I drugged her again that time.  She got hot near the 
end of the movie, so we left, and headed back to my car.  We 
were halfway across the parking lot when her hand shot to my 
crotch and her teeth grabbed my lips.  She let out a moan of 
need. 

The parking lot was deserted, so I lifted her up and sat her on the 
hood of a truck nearby.  She lay back invitingly.  I unzipped her 
black leather miniskirt, and discovered to my surprise that she 
wasn't wearing any panties.  I look up at her questioningly.

"W-well, I thought they got in the way, I guess." she stammered.

I smiled at her.  This was great!  I'd planned on eventually having 
her never wear panties, but I thought I'd have to coax her through 
that like I had everything else.  Suzanne was going to be a better 
slut than I'd ever imagined.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff cock.  Unbidden, 
Suzanne lifted her legs and rested them on my shoulders.  She 
was wearing black fishnet stockings that night.  

By then, I was able to pretty much dress her as I pleased.  
Grabbing her tits through the fabric of the pink halter top, I 
positioned my cock at the mouth of her cunt and slammed it 
home.

Suzanne squealed in pleasure, and I fucked her hard.  

She must have been really in need of a fucking that time, 
because she came within thirty seconds of so.  By the time she'd 
come down, I was still hard.  Her cunt relaxed and stopped 
caressing my cock, so I wasn't getting as much as usual out of 
this.

Suzanne startled me by gently pushing me out of her cunt.  At 
first, I was angry.  How dare the bitch beg me to fuck her and 
then push me out?  But then I realized what she was doing.

Suzanne slowly got up and walked around in front of me. 
Crouching in front of me, balanced on the stiletto heels, she took 
my cock into her mouth.

I was in ecstasy almost immediately.  She had never given me a 
blowjob on her own before.  The conditioning had really worked.  
She pumped her head up and down on my rock-hard cock like 
there was no tomorrow, tongue rapidly circling my shaft.  

In the dim light of the parking lot, balanced on black stiletto heels, 
her tits overflowing out of the tight pink halter, the huge hoop 
earrings swinging back and forth as her head bobbed up and 
down on my prick, Suzanne looked slutty as all hell.  Which was 
how I wanted her to look.

She gently squeezed my balls, like I'd taught her.  She felt the 
cum beginning to boil up through my cock, and pumped harder.  
My jism spurted out of my prick into her hot, eager mouth and 
she greedily slurped it down.  

One strand escaped from the corner of her mouth and slowly 
crept down her chin.  When I was done coming, she released my 
cock and closed her eyes.  Slowly, trembling, she raised one 
finger to her face and wiped up the escaping droplet of cum.  Her 
lips closed around the finger and she sucked on it.

I watched in fascination as her whole body began to shake.  A 
soft moan escaped her lips.  She was coming again!  She had 
experienced an orgasm just from tasting my cum.  I was so proud 
of her at that moment.  I couldn't let her know that I understood 
what was going on, though.  Not yet.  I watched as the 
shuddering subsided.  A drop of pussy juice fell from her cunt to 
the pavement.

"Honey?" I asked, "Are you all right?"

She started, then looked up at me.  "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine," she 
said hurriedly.  She stubled to her feet, zipping up the dress and 
running her hands through her hair.  "Just... uh... a little dazed, I 
guess."

I pretended to accept this at face value.  We headed back to the 
car.

Having succeeded in programming Suzanne to orgasm when she 
tasted come, I was prepared to take the next step.  A couple 
nights later, when we were in bed at her house, I made the move.  
I was plowing my throbbing cock into her cunt, getting the usual 
moans of delight, and savoring the feel of the fishnet stockings on 
my chest. (By this time, she always wore pumps, stockings, and 
jewelry while being fucked.)  

I brought us toward orgasm together.  When I felt my cock begin 
to throb like it was about to start spurting cum, rather than stay 
inside her as usual, I pulled out and moved up her body.

She opened her eyes, looking pleadingly at me.  "Alan?"

"Shhh, honey, it's all right."  I reached one hand down to her clit, 
and began rubbing her clit.  She closed her eyes, and resumed 
her moaning.  She ground her pelvis against my fingers.  

Keeping my hand working on her cunt, I moved up and straddled 
her body, kneeling with one leg on each side of her, my knees 
almost rubbing her armpits. With my other hand, I furiously 
jacked at my shaft.  Just as she began to orgasm, I felt myself 
about to come.  I aimed my shaft at her pretty, unsuspecting 
face, and began to shoot my wad.

The first spurt made a line across her left cheek.  She failed to 
notice.  The second splashed across her lips and chin.  A tiny bit 
dripped into her mouth between her parted lips.  The third hit her 
forehead above her right eyebrow.  I watched as her tongue 
darted out to sample the cum around her mouth.  My fourth spurt 
went into her hair.  Her tongue was now trying to bring as much 
cum as it could into her mouth.  My last gob of jism hit her left 
ear.

She came down from her orgasm and caught her breath.  I gave 
her a goodnight kiss, and, as usual, she went right to sleep, still 
dazed from the fucking she'd gotten.  She looked quite the picture 
of the contented little whore as she dozed off to sleep, her faced 
covered with my come.

I think it was coming on her face that started to erode her love for 
me.  By the way she talked when we went out, you'd think she 
was still the same woman she'd always been.  But before that 
evening I'd always seen a sort of worshipful adoration in her eyes 
whenever she looked at me, as though the world revolved around 
me and I could do no wrong.  I never saw that again after the 
night when I came on her face for the first time.  It was gone, 
replaced by a sort of wariness.

This didn't affect her sexual cravings one bit.  The third night I 
came on her face, she was actively helping me, her hands 
jacking up and down on her shaft, teasing the head with her 
tongue. She was quite eager to help me come and spurt jism all 
over her face. 
Afterwards, she would use her hands to wipe it all up and put it in 
her mouth, where she would swallow it, often bringing her to 
another orgasm.

The next night I started fucking her tits.  I plowed her pussy until I 
was nice and hard, and then withdrew and placed my cock in the 
valley between her boobs.  Her chest was an ample 34C; 
fuckable, but not perfect.  Maybe someday I'd get something 
done about that.  

In the meantime, I began to move my hips, sliding my cock up 
and down between her tits.  I pushed her breasts together around 
my shaft, squeezing the nipples as I formed a tube for my cock.

I took Suzanne's hands and placed them on her tits, indicating 
that she should squeeze them around my cock.  With my left 
hand, I rerached behind me and played with her pussy while I 
rubbed my shaft up and down between her tits.

She orgasmed just as I sprayed me jism all over her face.  In her 
usual trance-like state, Suzanne gathered all my jism up on her 
fingers and licked it off, sending her up once again.

Two nights later, she was really getting into the tit-fucking, playing 
with her nipples as she squeezed my dick, and licking the head of 
my shaft every time it thrust forward through her cleavage.

The next night, she came all by herself from being tit-fucked; I 
didn't have to touch her pussy at all.  Her progress was amazing. 

In less than a month, I'd completely changed this bitch.  Using 
her body's natural responses, augmented by a couple of drugs, 
I'd turned her from an ordinary woman into a cock-hungry slut. 

Suzanne's New Career
Chapter 3
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Taking charge


When Suzanne was lying on her back with my cock filling her 
cunt, or kneeling in front of me sliding her lips up and down my 
hard shaft, she was always willing and eager.  The girl was in 
love with my cock and would do everything she knew how to do 
to get it to yield its load of precious cum.  When she was getting 
fucked, Suzanne was every bit the cock-craving slut.

But when she wasn't, which was still most of the time, she was 
becoming increasingly unhappy.  She tried to hide it from me, but 
it was obvious from the look in her eyes that she was no longer 
the giddily-in-love Montana girl that I'd been dating a month 
earlier. 

She wasn't miserable, but she was definitely unhappy.  I 
assumed that what was happening was that she was starting to 
worry about what she was becoming. 

She'd had a very conservative upbringing in Montana, going to 
church every Sunday morning and Wednesday night.  Despite 
the fact that she'd been asked out on plenty of dates in high 
school, she'd only kissed one boy before going away to college.  

In college, of course, she'd been exposed to the wider world, 
getting intimate with several guys, and having sex with two of 
them.  

Those experiences had helped her discover that sex could be a 
beautiful thing between two people who loved each other.  She'd 
told me all of this at one time or another.

But at the core, I knew, she was still the naive little girl from 
Montana who'd been taught by her parents and her church that 
sex was essentially an evil act, one that good people only 
engaged in when it was absolutely necessary to create another 
human life.  Enjoying sex was evil, she'd been taught, and 
women who enjoyed sex were trashy sluts.

Her enjoyment of the sex she'd had in college hadn't caused her 
any distress, because she'd been in love with the two guys she'd 
had sex with.  Similarly, the mind-blowing orgasms she'd 
experienced during our time together hasn't been of any concern, 
because she'd been madly in love with me, and she'd thought I 
was in love with her.

But now, her love for me was starting to fade, and the sexual 
mores instilled in her by her upbriging were trying to reassert 
themselves.  The love she'd felt for me before had made her feel 
secure about enjoying sex, but it was losing its power, and losing 
ground to the old taboos.

Of course, this was only her mood when she wasn't primed for 
sex.  When she was fired up and hot to trot, she was still the 
same fuck-hungry nympho she'd always been.  And since she 
tried to hide it from me, I could plausibly pretend not to notice the 
change in her mood.  So her increasing unhappiness was nothing 
to worry about.

But I noticed something else.  Occasionally, I would catch her 
looking at me out of the corner of my eye.  I would turn to look at 
her, and, just for an instant, catch sight of wary, suspicious look 
on her face.  

Her expression would always change to one of pleasant 
happiness as soon as turned my head, but slowly enough that I 
could catch a brief glimpse into her mind. 

She was starting to become suspicious of me.  I had introduced 
her to a whole world of pleasure she'd never know before, and 
she was starting to suspect I had some sort of ulterior motive.

We continued our nightly outings.  Each time I either brought 
some clothing for her when I picked her up, or told her ahead of 
time what I wanted her to wear.  She always complied.  She 
never confronted me about the clothes I made her wear, or the tit-
fucking, although I knew they bothered her.

I suppose she realized how stupid she would sound complaining 
about these things, when she obviously enjoyed wearing the 
clothes and having her tits fucked.  Also, I'm sure she was 
worried that if she started an argument, I might leave her.  Like I 
said, she was addicted to the sex.  I planned to drive her to 
rebellion eventually -- that would be necessary before the proper 
relationship could be established between us -- but in the 
meantime, I was content to let things go on as they were.

At this point, Suzanne was behaving like a textbook 
nymphomaniac.  All I had to do was slip her some aphrodisiac 
into a drink, and thirty minutes later, Suzanne was lying on the 
floor, eagerly taking my rock-hard cock into her wet pussy, or 
running her lips and tongue up and down my shaft.  

Her sexual skills, though not complete, were well-enough 
developed for the time being.  I spent the next month, the third of 
our relationship, moving her in a new direction. 

Up until now, whenever I wanted to fuck Suzanne, I had to 
arrange for her to drink something, so I could drug her, and then 
wait half an hour or so for her to get hot and beg me to do it to 
her. This had been fine for awhile; I'd even gotten quite a bit of 
enjoyment out of the challenge of arranging a drugging.  But 
ultimately, the drug was a liablity. 

For one thing, it was inconvenient, and occasionally frustrating.  
Several times I'd been dying to fuck her, and been unable to 
arrang a drugging.  For another, if I kept this up long enough, the 
chances were good that Suzanne would notice me drugging her 
beverages.  That wouldn't completely ruin my plans, but it would 
force me to change them quite a bit.  What I needed to do was 
bring Suzanne more fully under my control.

I started to do this one afternoon while we were enjoying a picnic 
in the park.  We had just finished feeding a couple pieces of 
bread to the ducks in the pond.  (I had arranged this, and many 
other "romantic" activities like it, in hopes of reigniting her fading 
love for me.)  We had returned to our spread blankets and begun 
enjoying the lunch I'd packed in the basket that morning: 
sandwiches, chips, and bottled juice.

After finishing my first sandwich, I stood up and beckoned to 
Suzanne.  She rose, confused.  "What's the matter, Alan?"

"Nothing, honey.  Just come with me."  I took her arm and hurried 
up the hill toward a stand of trees and bushes.

"But where are we going?" she asked, confused.

I turned and smiled at her.  "I have needs, too."

"Oh..."  Her voice trailed off.  She was perplexed, and with good 
reason.  This was the first time I'd led her away to get fucked that 
she hadn't already been feeling horny.  She'd had the drug, all 
right, but it hadn't taken effect yet.  Nonetheless, she followed 
me.

We went in among the trees, where we were well-hidden from 
outside view.  Gently, I pushed her down to the ground and made 
her lie on her back.  I spread her legs and knelt between them.  

She was getting quite nervous.  Her mind wasn't prepared to 
have sex in an undrugged state.

"Alan, I don't think this is a good idea..." she protested.

"Why not, honey?  What are we doing here that we haven't done 
a dozen times before?" I asked.

"Well... I..."  She took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to 
say.  What she wanted to say, of course, was that this was all 
wrong, that _she_ was the one who was supposed to tell me she 
"needed it," not the other way around.  Obviously, she realized 
how selfish this would sound, because she didn't actually say it.  
"I don't think I... I'm ready..." she protested feebly.

"Well," I smiled, "you let me take care of that, honey."  With that, I 
lowered my mouth to her dry cunt.  She nervously forced a smile 
and lay back on the ground, clenching her fists at her sides.

I flicked my tongue around her cunt, trying to arouse her.  It was 
tough going.  She was extremely tense, with all her worries about 
getting caught and going to hell for being a slut running loose in 
her mind.  There was no way I could possible eat her into 
arousal.

Fortunately, I didn't have too.  The drug kicked in after a few 
minutes.  The change was sudden and dramatic.  Suzanne's 
body relaxed, and she began to moan in pleasure as I cotinued to 
lick her slit.  She put her hands on my head, pushing it into her 
crotch, bucking against my mouth.  "Oh, God, that's it, Alan, oh 
yessss..."

I probed my tongue experimentally into her pussy, driving her 
wild.  I tasted the first gush of pussy juice as she began to 
respond to my attention.

"Please, Alan, I need you...  I need you..."

I disengaged my mouth from her steamy cunt.  Spreading her 
legs, I positioned myself over her.  "Here I come, honey, here I 
come," I told her as I shoved my cock deep into her sopping wet 
pussy.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, "yes, yes, yes!"  Through trial and error, 
she'd learned to use her cunt muscles to enhance my pleasure. 
As I fucked her, her pussy massaged my cock, sending waves of 
pleasure down my spine.  Suzanne was an incredible fuck by 
now.

I soon shot my wad into her velvety cunt, which was still expertly 
squeezing my dick.  The feel of my jism splashing into her cunt 
was enough to send her over the edge into an orgasm.  She 
bucked and heaved, slamming her pelvis into me as my 
engorged dick shot my seed into her belly.  I collapsed on top of 
her, spent, as she shrieked her way through her orgasm.

The key difference between our screw that day in the park and all 
our previous fucks was one of timing.  Up until then, I'd always 
given Suzanne the drug, and then waited for her to tell me she 
was horny before fucking her.  But this time, I had indicated to 
her that _I_ was horny, and needed to fuck, before she had 
started getting horny herself.  Soon afterward, though, the drug 
had kicked in and she'd felt the desire to screw.  Her brain would 
associate the desire (as well as the orgasm) with my telling her 
that I needed to screw her.  This would come in useful later on.

Over the next three weeks, I gradually reduced the number of 
episodes of the first kind, the ones that I allowed her to initiate, 
and phased in the second form, the ones that I started.  Usually, I 
timed it so that things happened in some public area, such as a 
theater.  

We'd be sitting together watching a movie, or a concert, or 
whatever, when I would suddenly grab her arm and stand up, 
pulling her up with me.  I'd lead her quickly out into the lobby and 
into whatever semi-private area I could find.  In a matter of 
minutes, she'd be down on her knees, sucking my rock-hard dick 
like a three-dollar whore.

She had started to believe, deep inside, that simply putting a dick 
into her mouth would get her excited.  And when the drug took 
effect a few minutes later, and started her pussy juices flowing, 
her brain took it as confirmation of this association.  The Pavlov 
drug, in turn, helped the brain to rewire itself to reflect the new 
knowledge.

Sometimes I shot my load into her mouth.  She would greedily 
swallow every last drop of jism while her body shuddered in 
orgasm. Sometimes I would pull away early, reposition her, and 
fuck her wet pussy.  She seemed to especially enjoy taking it 
from behind.  I would bend her over a table, or whatever surface 
was convenient, and she would lie on her stomach, bucking 
against me as I pounded into her sopping wet pussy.  All the 
while, her well-trained cunt muscles would massage my dick until 
I came, which always got her really excited.

The best times, though, were the times when I came on her face.  
While she was sucking my cock, I would reach down and give her 
nipples a single firm squeeze.  I'd developed this as the signal for 
tit-fucking.  She would respond by letting my dick slide out of her 
mouth and readjusting her position so that her boobs were level 
with my stomach.  Then she'd place my rock-hard cock between 
her tits and squeeze them tightly around it.  Slowly at first, she 
would jack her entire body up and down, squeezing and kneading 
her tits as they moved up and down along my shaft.  Every time 
my cock thrust into her face, she would give it a quick lick with 
her tongue.

The whole routine drove me wild.  Watching Suzanne bob up and 
down on my shaft, her eyes closed in orgasmic pleasure, I had to 
struggle to keep myself from coming in the first ten seconds.  She 
was one hot bitch.

Soon I would be able to hold back no longer, and my cock would 
start to throb with my imminent ejaculation.  Suzanne could feel 
this, and when it happened her response was always the same.  
She would take my pulsating dick in her hand, point it at her face, 
close her eyes, and begin to jack furiously at it.

When my jism shot from my dick onto her pretty, upturned face, 
she would start to shudder.  As my sticky white come covered her 
forehead, cheeks, nose and chin, she would try to wipe it up with 
her free hand and bring it to her mouth.  

By the time I finished shooting my load, she would be 
experiencing a full-on orgasm, swallowing as much of my cum as 
she could get into her mouth.  She never got it all, though, and 
when she came down from her orgasm she would sit there, 
breathing heavily, her face and tits glistening with come.

And so, three weeks after that afternoon in the park, I dropped 
the Suzanne-initiated episodes altogether.  From that point on, I 
fucked her whenever and wherever I wanted to, and she had no 
say in the matter.

Technically, the difference was trivial; it was only a matter of 
changing the amount of time between when I slipped her the 
aphrodisiac and when I unzipped my fly.  But the association 
formed in her brain was very different.  These new encounters 
would reinforce in her subconscious mind the notion that she 
should get hot whenever I indicated a desire to fuck her.  And, as 
usual, the Pavlov drug was making her very receptive to these 
sorts of associations.

Initially, she was always hesitant to go into action, like she'd been 
that in the park.  I would always have to calm her down and eat 
her out or finger her twat for awhile to get her to relax.  And at 
first, even this had little effect; she would remain tense and 
fidgety until the aphrodisiac kicked in five or ten minutes later, at 
which point she dived eagerly into slut mode.

I got frustrated during a lot of these warmup periods.  It was 
annoying to have to sit there and twiddle her clit for ten mintes 
when I knew damn well that the aphrodisiac would heat her up 
soon no matter what I did.  But this was important.  So I stuck 
with it, and persevered through the inconvenience.

Slowly, but steadily, Suzanne learned to relax and enjoy my 
attention, even before the aphrodisiac hit her.  Once again, she 
was learning a lesson, that getting attention from me would lead 
eventually to an orgasm.  Quite soon, she had reached the point 
where the mere touch of my hands or mouth on her cunt would 
send her right up.  And a week after that, I only had to give the 
merest suggestion of wanting to fuck, and she'd be eager to go.  
This was exactly the effect I wanted.  Of course, I still made sure 
she was flying on the aphrodisiac before I let her orgasm.

Once I felt that I had sufficiently established this principle in her, I 
moved on to the next step.  First, I set aside the Pavlov drug for 
awhile.  At this point, Suzanne was as well-trained as was really 
necesssary.  Later, I would bring it back, but for now it would only 
get in the way.  (Plus, the stuff was expensive.)  Slowly, over a 
carefully planned period of six weeks, I began to lower the 
dosage of aphrodisiac I gave Suzanne before fucking her.

At first, her sexual enjoyment dropped off.  This was the riskiest 
part of the whole procedure, and I really didn't know exactly what 
would happen.  Even though I had known it was coming, the 
sudden decrease worried me.  

I could tell that her orgasms were less intense. The air of general 
unhappiness that had surrounded her for the past couple months 
thickened.

I began to pay a little more attention to her needs than I had 
been.  It was important not to lose her now.  Surprisingly, the 
lessening intensity of her orgasms drove her to put more and 
more energy into fucking, as though she thought it was her fault 
that she wasn't enjoying it as much, and she was trying to make 
up for it.  I actually felt sorry for the poor girl, and even a bit guilty.  
Here I'd spent several months teaching her that sex was the most 
important thing in life, making it the end-all, be-all of her 
existence, and now I was pulling it away from her.  And she 
thought it was her fault.

Fortunately, by the middle of the second week, Suzanne's body 
began to compensate for the decrease in the aphrodisiac dosage, 
and her orgasms started creeping back up to their previous 
heights. According to all the literature I'd read, this was supposed 
to happen; the effect of the Pavlov drug was not confined to 
counscious actions and desires.  Rather, it reached out to affect 
all aspects of bodily function.  

If you had a pin stuck into your toe repeatedly as you listened to 
Beethoven's Fifth while on the drug, hearing "Da-da-da-daaaaah" 
in the future would cause you to feel a prickling pain in your toe.  
Not just wince your eyes in anticipation of pain, but actually feel 
real pain.

Of course, what works in one instance doesn't always work in 
another.  So I was visibly relieves when Suzanne's body 
overcame the decrease in drug dosage and began to deliver 
inhumanly strong orgasms once again, as it had been taught.  
She was visibly happier; in fact, she was happier than she'd been 
since the first time my come had covered her face.

I kept to the planned program for the next month, fucking her at 
least once a day, gradually reducing the dosage of aphrodisiac to 
zero.  Her sex drive remained rock steady for the rest of that 
period. I was frankly amazed at the ability of her body to 
compensate for the loss of the drug.

On the last day of the aphrodisiac phase-out, I phoned Suzanne 
and told her to be ready to go out for dinner at 6:30, wearing the 
red dress that I had given her on our second date. 

I showed up right on time.  She greeted me at the door with a 
kiss.  "Hi, honey," she said, bright and cheery.  The moment of 
truth had arrived.

Without a word, I placed a hand on her shoulder and began to 
push gently downward.  With barely a second's hesitation, she 
sunk to her knees in front of me.  Her fingers nimbly undid my 
pants and brought out my rapidly stiffening cock.  She lovingly 
caressed it a few times, and then took it into her hot, wet, mouth.

Her head began to bob up and down on my shaft, taking long, 
deep strokes.  At the top of each stroke, my cockhead would 
almost slip out of her mouth, and at the bottom, my pubic hair 
would tickle her nose.  Suzanne had become very proficient at 
deep-throating after discovering that it was the best way to get a 
lot of come.  Her tongue swished back and forth around my dick 
as she hungrily sucked on it, occasionally flicking out of her 
mouth between her lips and my cock. I placed my hands on her 
head and gently guided her up and down my shaft.  A thin coating 
of her saliva glistened on my dick.

I mentally jumped for joy as I watched Suzanne giving me head. 
Throught the last week or so, as I'd continued to reduce the 
aphrodisiac dosage toward zero, I'd constantly worried about 
what would happen at the end.  

The decreasing size of the doses had not had any effect on her 
sex drive, but I'd wondered whether that final step might be fatal 
one.  There's a big difference between a tiny bit of drug in your 
system, and no drug at all.  I was relieved that Suzanne could 
function just as well without the drug.  Having to shoot her up 
before she got fucked each time would be a serious impediment 
to my plans for her.

A wad of jism spurted from the head of my cock.  Suzanne began 
to pump faster, swirling her tongue around my shaft at ninety 
miles an hour.  I released my load into her waiting mouth.  She 
eagerly swallowed as much as she could, but several drops of 
come escaped from her mouth and trickled down her chin.  Her 
eyes closed as a powerful orgasm shuddered through her body.

After half a minute, she got up and walked back into her 
bedroom.  She emerged some time later with the come wiped 
from her chin, and her makeup reapplied.  She gave me a long, 
deep kiss.  I could smell my come on her breath.

We went to dinner at a five-star Japanese restaurant, where we 
ate in our own private room, with our own waiter.  After the meal, I 
sent the waiter away.  Rising from my chair, I walked over to 
stand in front of Suzanne.  Bending over, I gave her a deep kiss 
as rubbed her nipple through the taut fabric.  Her hand shot to my 
crotch and squeezed my rapidly stiffening dick.  With nothing 
more than one simple gesture, I had turned the quiet, refined lady 
with whom I had eaten dinner into a cock-craving slut who would 
do anything to feel warm jism shoot into her body.

I lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the table facing 
me.  Knowing what was coming, she pulled her dress up to 
expose her cunt and lifted her legs to my shoulders.  "Oh, God," 
she moaned, "I need it, Alan.  I need it bad."  I glanced down as I 
pulled out my rock-hard cock and saw that she was already wet.  
It had taken her 15 seconds!  "Alannn... I need iiiiit!" she pleaded.
This bitch always needed it.  I positioned the head of my cock at 
the mouth of her cunt.  "Here it comes, babe," I told her, and 
slammed into her.

Suzanne gave a shriek of pleasure as I drove my meat into her 
hot pussy.  I paused for a moment, just to listen to her moans.  
"Oh, yes, yes..."  Then, overcome by the display in front of me, I 
began to piston my shaft in and out of her silky-smooth cunt.  She 
responded, thrusting her hips at me with each stroke.  Her well-
toned cunt muscles writhed around my cock. 

Still fucking her, I reached behind her and pushed the empty 
dishes out of the way.  She allowed herself to be pushed back 
until she was lying flat on the table.  I leaned forward and grasped 
one breast in each hand as I thrust my shaft in and out of her.

She was bucking at me like a bitch in heat, trying to take my cock 
as deep into her cunt as possible.  She emitted a moan of 
disappointment as I pulled out of her pussy.  I climbed onto the 
table and straddled her stomach.  Like a well-trained animal 
responding to a familiar situation, she grabbed her tits and 
squeezed them around my cock.

I began to fuck her tits as she massaged them around my cock. 
She lapped at my cock each time it thrust through her cleavage 
into her face.  I kept it slow at first because her skin was dry, but 
after a while the pussy juice on my cock combined with her saliva 
to lubricate her tits, and I began to fuck faster.  

She gasped and moaned as I slid my shaft up and down in the 
valley between her breasts. Thanks to the training with the Pavlov 
drug, she got off on this just as much as she got off on sucking 
cock or getting her cunt fucked.

I felt myself about to come.  Lifting my body up off her chest, I 
positioned my cock over her face.  
Suzanne grasped it with one hand and began to jack up and 
down.  When I came, she aimed the jism into her mouth, and my 
first spurt splashed across her parted lips and onto her tongue.  
She moved my dick for the next two wads of come, taking these 
on her cheeks and nose.  She took the next one on the chin, and 
then placed my dick in her mouth and slurped down the rest, 
sending her into another orgasm.

As I finished my orgasm, I looked down at her face.  The body 
that just four months ago belonged to a shy aspiring model from 
rural Montana who'd only slept with a man three times in her life 
now belonged to a finely tuned sex machine.  With the slightest 
provocation, her calm, demure personality would drop away, and 
in its place would be a well-trained living fuck doll.

I used my newly drug-free whore twice more that night.  The first 
time was on the way home, when we got stuck in a trafic jam.  I 
was getting angry at the delay, because I'd been in a hurry to get 
home and fuck Suzanne again. 

Suddenly, I realized how stupid I was being.  I'd been assuming 
that I would have to get home and get the aphrodisiac into her 
system before I could fuck her.  But I was missing the obvious: I 
didn't need the drug to get her hot anymore.  I could make use of 
her body whenever I felt like it.  I kicked myself as I began to 
unzip my fly.  

Suzanne looked over at me, saw what I was doing, and 
immediately leaned over to finish the job.  She freed my cock 
from the confines of my pants, and immediately went to work.  
Five minutes later, I shot my jism down the throat of a very 
contened little slut.

When we got back to her apartment, I immediately fucked her 
again on her dining room table.  No preamble; I just lifted her onto 
the table.  
She immediately lay back and pulled up her dress.  I came hard 
in her, and she climaxed every bit as forcefully as she had when 
she'd sucked my cock in the same room four hours earlier.

I spent the next two months playing with my new toy.  I cherished 
the freedom I had to fuck her whenever and wherever I wanted 
to, without having to get her to drink something first. 

Once we happened to be alone in a subway car and I was feeling 
horny. As soon as the train pulled away from the station, I pushed 
her onto one of the seats.  Without hesiataion, she lifted her skirt.  
I fucked her hard for the next two minutes, and we both came just 
as the train pulled into the next station.  

A couple of teenage boys saw us and stared as we cruised past 
them.  I stood up and zipped up my pants as Suzanne pushed 
her skirt down and brushed it smooth.  We passed the snckering 
teenagers as we left the station.  Suzanne, in a post-fuck reverie, 
was oblivious, but I threw them a wink.

Another time, I felt myself getting an erection in a bar, so I took 
Suzanne into a phone booth and had her suck me off.  She 
complied with pleasure, leaving some of her pussy juice behind 
on the floor of the booth.

Suzanne wasn't any less enthusiastic as a result of her constant 
use.  When she wasn't in sex-toy mode, though, she was 
becoming more and more morose.  

I couldn't get her to talk about it. I'm sure that part of her mind 
was becoming increasingly alarmed at the growing casuality with 
which I fucked her, and that part was desperate to leave me. 

But the stronger part of her mind was addicted to the sex, and 
couldn't even consider the thought of giving it up.  

Thanks to the training I'd given her, the weakest of the four 
orgasms she had in an average day was far stronger than the 
most powerful orgasm any other woman could expect to 
experience in an entire lifetime.  Women have become addicted 
to sex far less powerful than what I was giving Suzanne.

How did I manage to come in her (or on her) four times a day? 
I'm not really sure; I certainly wouldn't have expected myself to be 
capable of it before I started doing it to Suzanne.  My theory is 
than any other man who had a hot pussy and a skilled mouth 
available twenty-four hours a day would find it difficult not to 
make use of them at least four times a day.  When I was feeling 
really horny, I could do her six or seven times in one day.

She never complained to me about whatever it was that was 
bothering her, and she let me dictate almost every detail of her 
life. I moved into her apartment.  I didn't even discuss it with her; I 
just showed up with a suitcase one evening and told her that I'd 
be living with her from now on, and I'd need someplace to put my 
clothes.  She didn't raise a finger in protest; she just obediently 
walked back into her bedroom and made space for me in the 
dresser and closet.

She continued to allow me to determine her wardrobe.  I took this 
to even greater extremes than I had previously.  When we went 
someplace elegant, like a play or society ball, I would have her 
dress in something elegant, but bordering on trashy, like the red 
dress I'd gotten her for our second date. 

When we went someplace casual, though, I would usually dress 
her almost like a hooker.  One of the outfits I liked consisted of a 
white fishnet bodysuit that covered her toso, leaving her breasts 
and nipples visible through the mesh; a short black denim skirt; 
and a white denim jacket that was cut in such a way as to be 
impossible to close, but which would just barely conceal her 
nipples.  
The gap between her tits was openly displayed, and anoyone 
who cared to watch closely enough could usually get a glimpse of 
nipple.  I bought several of each component of this suit in 
different colors, so that she could go in black or red or whatever 
combination of colors I felt like.

Another classic was her "candy" outfit.  This consisted of a halter 
top with horizontal black and white stripes and a black-and-red 
pleated skirt.  On her feet she wore red-and-white-striped socks 
and red spiked heels.  The outfit was completed by a pair of white 
kids gloves with red polka dots, a black bow in her hair, and a 
pair of red plastic hoop earrings with white spots.  This outfit was 
the least slutty of her "casual" ensembles, but it still got the 
attention of plenty of people, particularly older men, who were no 
doubt drawn by the almost childlike, yet extremely sexy look of it.

But my favorite outfit was what I thought of as the full-on slut 
ensemble.  This was a black halter top with an obscenely low 
neckline; a shiny red leather skirt, cut extremely short, just barely 
covering her ass and hugging her legs tight; and a pair of shiny 
black leather boots with six-inch stiletto heels that coevered her 
legs up above her knees.  Again, this outfit could be done in 
several color combinations, but black/red was my favorite.

Sometimes I included fishnet stockings with these outfits; 
sometimes I just let her legs go bare.  I always included high 
heels. (By this time, she had become so attached to high heels 
that she would probably be a nervous wreck without them.  

Aside from that, the tendons on the backs of her ankles had 
contracted from never being stressed, and it would have been 
extremely painful for her to stand, let alone walk, flat-footed.)

I kept her hair long enough to reach her nipples.  Each time we 
went out, I would tell her how to wear it.  

When we were going someplace "elegant," it would either be 
pinned up against her head in typical ballroom style, or 
conditioned into soft, gentle waves that cascaded over her 
shoulders.  When she was dressing slutty, though, I had her use 
one of a large variety of styles -- sometimes straight down her 
back, sometimes in curls or crimped, almost always teased out to 
maximum volume. 

And of course, a wide selection of earrings, bracelets, necklaces, 
chokers, and anklets was available.  These were used tastefully 
with the elegant outfits (a simple gold or pearl necklace and a 
bracelet or two on one writst), and liberally with the slutty ones 
(an overlong faux-pearl necklace dangling down to her navel, and 
at least two or three gaudy bracelets on each arm).

In order to make space for the new clothes I was buying her, I 
threw out all of the clothes she had had before I met her.  None of 
them were really useful for her new role.  I was surprised, though, 
to find some rather flashy lingerie in her underwear drawer.  
Although I had told her that she was never to wear underwear 
again, I decided to hang on to the lingerie.  It might come in 
handy sometime.

I still took Suzanne to movies and plays and things like that, but I 
tended to prefer doing things that would let her be seen in public 
as much as possible.  To that end, we often walked around in 
malls and parks, took shopping trips into downtown, and went to 
bars and nightclubs to hang out.  I would parade around in public 
with this gorgeous, sluttily-dressed woman on my arm, the envy 
of every man in sight.

The best time I had during this period happened one evening at a 
park.  Suzanne was fully decked out in halter-top, ass-revealing 
red leather skirt, and knee-high black leather "fuck me" boots.  
We had been walking around the park for about an hour.  

Every once in awhile I would dart my hand up under her skirt and 
give her clit a few soft strokes, and then pull back and resume 
walking.  Over time, as I continued this, she became more and 
more horny and frustrated.  I was curious to see just how much 
she could stand.

Eventually, she took action.  As we walked around a bend in the 
path in the middle of a small stand of trees, she whirled around in 
front of me and dropped to a crouching position in front of my 
crotch.  With a speed I hadn't thought possible, she whipped my 
dick out and wrapped her lips around it.

Her tongue whipped back and forth around my cock as her head 
plunged furiously up and down.  I leaned against a tree, savoring 
the sweet sensations of Suzanne's mouth around my prick.  The 
teasing had gotten her quite excited.

My shaft rapidly grew hard.  I pushed my whore's head away from 
my crotch.  She immediately turned around and dropped to her 
hands and knees, holding her ass high, presenting her dripping 
pussy to me.  "Give it to me, Alan, give it to me!" she begged.  I 
slammed my meat hard into her fuck-tunnel.

I fucked my hot little slut at a furious pace, plunging my thick, 
hard shaft in and out of her tight, silky cunt.  Suzanne bucked 
hungrily against me, moaning in pleasure each time I thrust into 
her. 

She was oblivious to the fact that we were in a public place, 
oblivious to everything except the cock filling her up, giving her so 
much pleasure. 

Drawn by Suzanne's cries, a crowd had started to gather, 
watching interestedly as I screwed Suzanne.  The women were 
scornful, the men envious.  But nobody could leave.

As I approached orgasm, Suzanne disengaged her cunt from my 
cock and turned around to face me.  Without a word, she grasped 
my cock in her hands and jacked it furiously at her face.  

I exploded in orgasm, and massive streams of ropy come shot 
from my prick to splash across Suzanne's face and chest.  

She eagerly sucked down what she could, and used her fingers 
to gather up the rest and put it in her mouth.  

Her eyes closed and her body shook as she orgasmed from the 
taste of my jism, collapsing to the ground in ecstasy.

The crowd watched, awestruck at the sight of the cock-craving 
slut taking her man's spunk on her face and gobbling it down.  I 
paid them no attention as my orgasm wound down, my last few 
spurts of come landing on Suzanne's sleek legs.  

She lay on the ground, shaking as her orgasm rumbled through 
her body.  I stood over her, exhausted, slowly replacing my cock 
in my pants and zipping up my fly.

When at last she came down from her orgasm, Suzanne sat up 
quickly and looked around, realizing for the first time the crowd 
that had gathered.  Her embarassment caused her to recover 
from the aphrodisiac quickly.  

She stood up, blushing in humiliation, and quickly smoothed her 
skirt down to cover her soaked pussy.  Her face and tits were still 
shiny with my come.  

A thin strand of pussy juice dripped from the opening in her skirt 
down to the ground.  Walking slowly, taking my time, I led her 
away from the crowd, back to the car.  

"What a slut," somebody exclaimed behind us.  
Suzanne gripped my arm tighter, her cheeks burning in 
humiliation.

Suzanne's attitude when she wasn't primed for sex remained 
constant throughout this whole period -- a sort of resigned 
indifference.  

She didn't enjoy looking and acting like a slut, but if that's what I 
wanted, she was willing to do it to keep the sex coming. 

She was remarkably cooperative, always doing things 
immediately and correctly the first time.  I never had to raise my 
voice to her.  

She had come to believe that the situation between us was 
stable.  

I got to do almost whatever I wanted with her body, including 
occasionally humiliating her in public, and if she acted cheerful 
about it, she got to experience mind-blowing orgasms.  

She seemed content to live the rest of her life that way.

Unfortunately for her, it wasn't going to be that easy. 

Suzanne's New Career
Chapter 4
=========
Spreading the wealth


After I'd spent a month or two enjoying the benefits of having my 
own private whore ready for me at a moment's notice, I decided it 
was time to break out of the rut and start the next phase of 
Suzanne's training.  I was counting on this next stage of 
Suzanne's education to push her over the edge, forcing her to 
rebel so that I could exert full control over her.  Two months to the 
day after I'd first fucked her without drugs, I took her back to the 
Japanese restaurant we'd eaten at that night.

I had reserved a private room again.  The food was as good as I'd 
remebered it.  I made pleasant small talk, and Suzanne 
pretended to enjoy it.  After dinner, I sent the waiter away, and 
stood up.

Suzanne, well-trained by this point, immediately got up and 
walked over to me, ready to be fucked.  Placing my hands on her 
firm ass, I picked her up and set her on the edge of the table.  
She leaned back and hitched her skirt up, preparing for my entry 
into her juicy pussy. 

I rolled her onto her stomach and spread her legs apart so that I 
could enter easily.  Pulling my hard cock out of my pants, I placed 
it at the entrance to her cunt, teasing her.  She started to moan 
as she got hot, begging me to fuck her.

Suddenly there was a beeping from my belt.  I reached down and 
unhooked a small pager, pretending to look at the display.  
Suzanne had opened her eyes and was arched around looking at 
me questioningly. "Alannnn... do it..."

"I'm sorry, honey; that's my beeper.  It's probably important, or 
they wouldn't have paged me at dinnertime.  I'd better go answer 
it."  I zipped up my fly.

"No... I need it... baad..." she moaned, writhing on the table.

"I'm sorry, but I really need to take care of this.  I'll tell you what:  
you stay there just like that.  I'll go make a phone call and then I'll 
come right back and take care of you.  Don't touch yourself, and 
don't move from that spot.  You stay in exactly that position, 
okay?"

"Hurryyyyyyyyyy..."

"Okay, I'll be right back."  I opened the door and stepped into the 
hall.  Leaving the door slightly ajar, I strode off down the hall.

I cooled my heels for a few minutes in the lobby before creeping 
back up the hall to peek through the crack between the door and 
the frame.  My hot little tramp was lying exactly where I'd left her, 
breathing heavily, occasionally letting out a soft moan.  Her legs 
were far apart, and her snatch was wide open, begging to be 
fucked from behind.  Perfect.

I walked back down the hall to the restaurant lobby, where our 
waiter, who'd earlier informed us that his name was Rick, was 
hitting on the cute hostess.  Rick was a fairly well-built guy of 
average height with trim blond hair.  By his age, I guessed he 
was a college student.  "Rick," I called.

He turned, saw me, and walked over.  "Sir?  What can I do for 
you?" he asked attentively.

"Rick," I began, "you seem like a nice guy.  Can I trust you with 
an important job?"

He hesitated a second before cheerfully responding.  "Of course, 
sir!  What can I do for you?" he said, repeating his earlier 
question.

I lowered my voice conspiratorially.  "Well, it's kind of 
complicated.  You've had your share of girlfriends, I'm sure, 
haven't you, Rick?"

"Yes...yes I have, sir."

"So, then, you're not a... uh... a virgin, are you?" I asked, 
pretending to be a bit uncomfortable.

"Ah, no, I'm... I'm not." he responded, omitting the "sir" for the 
first time.

"Well, have you, um... ever had a girlfriend who wanted... uh... 
wanted something unusual?"

Rick frowned, puzzled.  "I'm not sure what you mean, sir."

"Well, you know, like... a girl who enjoyed... having her feet 
rubbed.  I mean, everybody likes a good foot rub, but, you know, 
some women _really_ enjoy it?"

"Oh, uh... yes, I think I see what you mean.  Yes, I suppose I've 
run into that sort of thing once or twice."

"Okay, so you know what I'm talking about.  Well, you see, my 
wife, whom you no doubt remember..."

"Yes, yes.  Very attractive woman, sir, if you don't mind my 
saying so."

"Thank you, Rick.  Well, see, she likes..." I lowered my voice 
even further "... strangers."
Rick frowned for a minute before he figured it out.  "Ah, okay, 
yes, I understand."

"Good, good.  So anyway, today's her birthday, and I wanted to 
arrange a little surprise.  Could you... uh... help me out, if you 
catch my drift."

"Mmmm... you want me to... uh... be the stranger?"

"Yes, yes, that's exactly it."

"I suppose I could do that, sir."

"Great, great.  You're a good man, Rick.  Here's what you do. My 
wife, she really likes a surprise, see?  So right now she's lying on 
the table in our dining room, all... uh... ready.  See, I pretended to 
have a beeper emergency just as we were about to... uh... do 
what you're going to do with her.  And she promised me she'd be 
waiting in that exact position when I got back.  She won't be able 
to see you, the way she's lying.  

So what you have to do is sneak in there real quiet-like and just... 
do it.  Remember, she likes a surprise, so don't make any noise 
until you're... doing it.  And don't say anything, no matter what.  
Just keep on going.  When you're done, just leave, and then go 
make yourself scarce.  It'll be...  more romantic... if she doesn't 
see you again.  Got all that?"

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, you go on back and do that.  Here's enough to cover the 
meal, and a little... compensation for your trouble," I said, stuffing 
two hundred-dollar bills in his shirt pocket.

"Okay.  So I should go now, sir?"

"Yes.  Leave the door open just a crack.  I'll follow you and watch 
through the crack in the door to make sure nothing goes wrong. 
Remember, be absolutely quiet until you start going."

"Okay, sir."  Rick squared his shoulders and walked up the hall 
toward our room.  I waited ten seconds before following.  When I 
got to the door, I peered through the crack.  Suzanne was lying in 
the same position I'd left her in, legs spread far apart, cunt 
invitingly exposed.

Rick stood behind her, staring at her glistening cunt. Slowly, and 
with the utmost care, he pushed down his pants, being careful not 
to make any noise.  Suzanne was moaning so loudly, though, 
that I doubt she'd have heard anything softer than a voice.

Rick positioned himself behind her, examining her pert little ass 
facing up at him.  It occurred to me that Rick might be an ass 
man.  God, I hoped not.  I didn't need to deal with that just yet.

Fortunately, Rick didn't do anything creative.  He took a deep 
breath, put his hands on her legs, and plunged his cock into 
Suzanne's pussy.  She squealed in delight at his entry and gave 
a long groan of pleasure.

Rick froze, apparently shocked by the massage he was getting 
from the muscles of Suzanne's cunt.  She was always quick to 
start milking once a cock was in her.  

After a few seconds, Suzanne got impatient and started thrusting 
at Rick, begging to have her pussy pumped.  Rick snapped out of 
it and began to thrust in a slow rhythm. Suzanne matched his 
thrusts and pushed against him.  

Gradually, Rick picked up the pace, slamming his dick into her 
with more and more force.

Rick's cock was about the same thickness as mine, but at least 
two inches shorter.  Suzanne had assumed he was me during the 
slow, shallow strokes at the beginning, but when they started 
really going at it, she suddenly opened her eyes.  I guess she 
realized that when his balls slapped her ass, the deepest part of 
her cunt was still unfilled.  Still thrusting at his cock, still moaning 
in pleasure with every movement, Suzanne arched her head and 
shoulders around to look behind her.

An expression of shock crossed her face when she saw Rick 
behind her instead of me.  Rick took no notice, and continued to 
pound his cock into her cunt.  She actually froze for a moment, 
completely stunned.  After a second or two, though, her body 
took over and began to thrust back at Rick again as she neared 
orgasm.  Though her conscious mind was probably alarmed at 
being fucked by a stranger, her body's trained reactions were in 
control.

Rick cried out in pleasure as he came.  An instant later, 
Suzanne's eyes closed and her body shook in a powerful orgasm, 
the strongest she'd had in a long time.  Rick's sperm overflowed 
from her cunt as she collapsed to the table, moaning in pleasure.  

I'd slipped a half-dose of aphrodisiac (the first she'd had in 
months) into her after-dinner drink to ensure that she would 
remember this episode as being particularly pleasurable.  Rick 
collapsed on top of her.

Rick remained on top of her for a few minutes, then kissed her 
shoulder and stood up.  I walked back down the hall to the lobby 
and waited for him to emerge.

He did so half a minute later, looking a little disheveled, but 
basically all right.  I congratulated him and gave him an extra 
hundred for doing such a fine job.  The hostess watched us, 
confused. 
I sent Rick on his way, and told him to stay out of sight for at 
least ten minutes.  Then I headed back down the hall to our room 
and walked nonchalantly through the door.

"Okay, honey, I'm ready to... Oh, my God!  Suzanne!  Are you all 
right?" I feigned alarm.

She lay dazed on the table, Rick's semen dripping from her still-
open pussy.

"Honey!  Honey!  What happened?" I asked, shaking her.

She lifted her head wearily to face me.  "Other guy..." she 
muttered.  "Thought... it was you..."

"Oh, my God, were you raped?"

She got a thoughtful expression, as though considering the 
possibility for the first time.  She shrugged.  "Guess so."  She was 
so dazed that she didn't seem to know whether that was good or 
bad.

I tried to look stunned.  "Well, are you hurt?"

"Nnnno."

I sighed, pretending relief.  "Let's get you out of here, honey."  I 
helped her to her feet and straightened out her clothes. She 
allowed herself to be led back to the lobby and out of the 
restaurant.  The hostess saw Suzanne's disheveled state, put two 
and two together, and gave me a look of shock and disgust.  
"You are a sick person," she informed me self-righteously.

"Well, I hope you'll pardon us for not paying our bill after one of 
your waiters raped my wife," I retorted.  I hurried out the door 
before she could respond.
I didn't fuck Suzanne for the rest of that night and the next day.  I 
wanted the episode to sink in.  Not only had she been on the 
aphrodisiac, in order to ensure a powerful orgasm, she'd also 
been on neural enhancer, in order to imprint the pleasure she 
experienced from the cock of a stranger.  It was time to resume 
her training.

The next night we went to the opera again.  As had been the case 
with our first visit, we arrived half an hour early.  So once again, 
we each had a glass of champagne while we were waiting.  And, 
of course, hers contained the two drugs.

Ten minutes after the show started, I grabbed her arm and led 
her briskly out of the theater and into the lobby.  

Ushering her through the door into the reception room we'd 
fucked in the last time, I told her to wait there for me.  By this 
time, of course, my trained sex-toy was already hot and 
desperate to be used.

After closing the door, I went down a nearby access hall to the 
storeroom where the caterers had set up the kitchen. It was 
empty at the moment, except for the teenager who'd walked in on 
us last time.  I smiled.  This was most fortunate.

I walked up to the guy and asked him his name.  "L-Larry, sir," he 
said, his voice cracking.  Ah, puberty.

"Well, Larry," I said, handing him a fifty-dollar bill, "walk through 
that door," I paused and pointed to the door leading to the 
reception hall, "in exactly five minutes.  Than do exactly what I tell 
you."  I turned and walked away before he could respond.

I circled around and entered the reception room through the main 
doors.  Suzanne, apparently getting pretty hot by this time, 
greeted me with a slutty kiss, grinding her pelvis against me. 
She hadn't been fucked since the night before in the restaurant, 
and I think it was really bothering her.  A woman has needs, and 
by this time, Suzanne had the needs of ten women.

Once again, I lifted her up onto the edge of the table.  She lay 
down on her back and pulled up the dress she'd been wearing.  I 
spread her lags apart and tickled her moist pussy.  She squirmed 
and began to moan.  I wanted to make sure she really enjoyed 
this.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rigid cock.  Placing the 
head gently between her cunt lips, I put the slightest amount of 
pressure on her pussy.  She moaned and pleaded with me.  "Oh, 
Alan, pleeeeease... I need it..."

As soon as I heard that, I slammed my cock into her pussy. 

Suzanne's cunt muscles began to squeeze and caress it, trying to 
milk all the come they could out of my prick.  After a minute, I 
pulled out.

Suzanne whimpered at the emptiness of her pussy.  I climbed up 
on the table and dropped to my hands and knees.  Positioning my 
body at right angles to Suzanne's, I placed my crotch directly 
over her face.

Suzanne immediately took my prick into her mouth and began to 
suck.  The cock in her mouth made haer forget about her empty 
cunt. She swirled her tongue excitedly around the tip of my dick.  
At that moment, the service door opened and Larry walked in.

Several emotions crossed his acne-ridden face.  The first was 
shock.  That lasted for a few seconds before gradually being 
replaced by lust.  Lust gave way to recognition as he looked at 
my face again.

I made a shushing gesture, and then crooked my finger at him. 
He shook out of his stupor and tiptoed over to stand near me.  
Suzanne was completely oblivious to his presence.  Her eyes 
were closed and she was concentrating on my cock in her mouth.

I looked at Larry as I pointed to Suzanne's wide-open cunt. He 
looked uncertain.  I gave him a look of exasperation, pointed at 
his crotch, and then pointed at Suzanne's cunt.  He walked over 
to stand in front of Suzanne's glistening, ready pussy.  Still 
uncertain, he looked at me again, and pointed at Suzanne's cunt 
with a questioning look on his face.  I gave him a big nod.  He's 
have to do it soon, or else Suzanne would've already orgasmed 
from my cock.

Larry slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid dick. He 
placed it in front of Suzanne's cunt and hesitated, looking up at 
me again.  I silently mouthed the words "Fuck her!" at him.  He 
looked down at her cunt again, gulped, and sank his cock deep 
into her.

Suzanne's mouth froze around my dick.  She struggled to lift her 
head, but I had positioned myself so that my cock pinned her to 
the ground.  My body prevented her from seeing Larry, who was 
similarly frozen, a look of awe on his face.  I gestured at him, 
trying to tell him to start pumping.  Slowly, he got the idea, and 
began to take long slow strokes in and out of Suzanne's pussy.

After another second or two, Suzanne slowly resumed sucking on 
my dick.  Soon she was back in the swing of things, swirling her 
tongue around my cockhead, while her hips thrust against Larry's 
strokes.  

Larry and Suzanne began to move faster as she approached 
orgasm.  She sucked harder and harder on my dick, moving her 
head up and down as far as she could without banging it on the 
table.
Larry moaned as he bagan to come, and I shot my wad down 
Suzanne's throat at the same time.  Seconds later, she 
orgasmed, squirming beneath us on the table.  When she had 
come down, I motioned to Larry to leave.  He withdrew his cock 
from her cunt, zipped up his pants, and hurried out.  I lifted myself 
off of Suzanne's face and got to my feet.  Suzanne was in the 
same daze she'd been in after Rick fucked her.  I helped her to 
her feet, and straightened out her clothes.

I didn't bother going back to the opera; I just led Suzanne down to 
the garage and to my car.  I knew we weould need to be 
someplace private when Suzanne came out of her slut mode and 
got angry.

This happened when we got home.  As soon as I had closed the 
door behind us, she whirled to face me.  "You had absolutely no 
right to do what you did tonight!" she declared angrily.  It was the 
first time she'd ever taken that tone with me. 

At last, I knew, I could finally esablish the proper relationship 
between us.  "Do what?" I asked innocently.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!"

I put a concerned look on my face, though I was smiling inside.  
"I'm afraid I don't, honey.  What's the matter?"

"You had that guy come in and... do that to me.  And you just let 
him do it.  And you sent that waiter in last night, too, didn't you?"  
She pointed a finger at me accusingly.

I sighed.  "Yes, honey, I did," I said in a tone of admission. "I 
thouht you'd enjoy it."

"Well, I didn't!"

"Come on, honey, you know you did."  I decided to push a little.  
"You enjoyed getting fucked by those guys.  And I bet you'd enjoy 
getting fucked by other guys.  What's the matter with a man trying 
to make the woman he loves happy?"  It was the first time I'd 
used the "F-word" with her, and she was shocked.

"How dare you!  What do you think I am, some kind of slut?"

Time to go for broke.  "Frankly, yes.  You have a need to be 
fucked as much as possible.  The slightest touch gets you horny, 
and when you aren't getting your pussy reamed by my cock, 
you're either rubbing your tits against it, or sucking on it.  And the 
mere touch of my semen..."

"Get out!" she screamed.

"Honey, I don't think..."

"I said get out!  Or I'll call the police."

I shrugged.  "Okay, if that's the way you want it."  I went back to 
the bedroom, picked up my suitcase, and walked back out to the 
front door.  "Here's my address," I said, placing a card on the 
phone table.  "Come by anytime you change your mind."

She glared at me coldly.  "Get out."

"Suit yourself," I said as I walked out the door, a big smile on my 
face.

I figured she would be crawling back to me within twenty-four 
hours.  But the next evening, she hadn't come, and I started to 
worry. There was nothing I could do.  Calling her would only 
weaken my position.  I had to stand firm.  It wasn't until the 
second evening after the argument, when the rain was pouring 
down otuside, that I heard a knock at my door.
It was Suzanne.  She was wearing a yellow poncho and a 
matching hat.  It was kind of cute.  I noticed red heels peeking out 
under the bottom of the poncho.  

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," I responded.  "Come on in."

She walked in and I closed the door.

"Let me help you off with that," I said.

"No, I'd prefer to keep it on for now," she replied.

I shrugged.  "Suit yourself."  There was a long pause.

"Alan," she said at last, "I'm... I'm sorry I got so upset with you.  
I... I realize now that you were j-just trying to make me feel good.  
S-so let's just forget it happened, okay?" She looked at me 
pleadingly.  "I miss you."

I waited a few seconds before responding.  "I miss you, too, 
Suzanne.  But I can't go back to your place anymore.  However, if 
you agree to follow my rules, you can move in here with me."

She was silent for a long time.  "Wh-what are the rules?" she 
stammered.

"I can't tell you unless you promise to do exactly as I say from 
now on, without hesitation, no matter what I ask you to do. 
Anything I want."

She paused.  "Alan, can't we just forget what happened and go 
back to the way it was?  You liked it that way, didn't you?  Look, 
I'll even do it with other men, if it makes you happy.  I... I admit I 
enjoyed it.  I w-want to do it again.  Please, Alan?"
I fought to keep myself from lauging and lost.  Here was 
Suzanne, the quiet, reserved Montana girl, promising to fuck 
other men if only I'd take her back.  "You really are the little slut, 
aren't you?"  

She looked away as if she'd been slapped, her cheeks burning in 
humiliation.  

"No, Suzanne, we can't go back to that," I continued. "You had 
your chance with that, and you blew it.  This is the only way now.  
You can either agree to my terms, agree to do whatever I ask, 
eagerly and without hesitation, or you can walk out that door and 
never see me again."

She didn't speak for over a minute.  Then, finally, almost 
inaudibly, "All right.  I promise."

"You promise to do whatever I tell you, immediately and without 
question?"

"Y-yes."

"All right.  Here is the way it's going to be.  Repeat everything 
after me.  From now on, you are going to be my slave."

"What?" she shrieked.

"You've already promised to do whatever I want.  But, if you don't 
like it, I'll still let you leave if you want, and never see me again."

She stared at me as though she thought I was joking.  I met her 
gaze with a stern look.  She realized I was serious and the 
incredulity on her face gave way to fear.  

"Y-you can't mean that, Alan," she stammered.

"I do mean it, Suzanne.  Maybe you should just leave and we'll 
forget we ever knew each other," I said, reaching to open the 
door.

"No!" she yelled, grabbing my arm.  We stood there, frozen, for 
several tense moments .  At last, Suzanne took a deep, 
shuddering breath.  "I... I'll do it.  I'll be your s-s-s..." She spat the 
last word out.  "... slave."

"All right, then," I responded, lowering my arm.  "Repeat what I 
just told you."

"I... I am your s-slave."

"You are my bitch."

"I..." She took another deep breath.  "I am your bitch."

"You are my slut."

"I am your s-slut."

"You have no will of your own."

"I have no will of my own."  She was beginning to shake with fear.

"You are a fuck doll, whose sole purpose is to be used by men for 
their pleasure."

Her eyes reddened.  "I am... a f-fuck doll.  My purpose is... to be 
used by men for their p-pleasure."

"You are my sex toy, to play with however I want."

"I am your... sex toy, to play with however you want."

"You will be fucked whenever, wherever, and by whomever I 
chose."

She choked back a sob.  "I will be f-fucked whenever, wherever, 
and by whomever you choose."

"From now on, your name is Suzi."

She looked up at me, a tear rolling down her cheek. 

"Say it," I commanded.

"M-my name is Suzi."

"Suzi the slut."

"S-Suzi the s-slut."

"You will always refer to yourself in the third person, as Suzi, or 
slave, or slut, or bitch, or anything else."

"I will always refer to myself in the third person..."

"All right.  You don't have to repeat any more.  From now on, 
whenever we are alone, you will address me as 'master'.  Do you 
understand?"

"Y-Yes." she said through her tears.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, m-master."

"Now, slave.  Tell me why you came over here."

"B-becuase I... need it."
"Third person," I admonished.

"S-Suzi needs it."

"Needs what, bitch?  I can't do anything unless Suzi tells me what 
it is that she wants.  What does Suzi need me to do?"

"Suzi needs you to... f-f-f-fuck h-her, master."

"Using what part of my body?  And use some adjectives, like 
'hard'."

"P-please fuck Suzi with your hard... p-penis?"

I had to laugh at that.  "Suzi, a doctor uses the word 'penis'.  A 
slut uses a different word."

"F-fuck suzi with your hard c-c-cock."

Good enough for now.  "Take off that poncho, Suzi."

The newly rechristened Suzi unbuttoned the poncho and dropped 
it to the floor.  I was amazed to discover that she was wearing her 
"candy" outfit.  She must've been pretty horny when she got 
dressed this morning.

"Now come over here and suck my cock, bitch," I demanded.

Suzi eagerly fell to her knees in front of me.  She unzipped my fly 
and pulled out my hard shaft.  She was about to put it in her 
mouth when I stopped her.  "Tell me what you want to do."

"I..." She caught herself.  "Suzi wants to suck your cock, master."  
I looked at her, waiting for more.  "Please let Suzi suck your big 
cock."  She looked at me pleadingly.

I smiled.  "All right, slut, go ahead."  She eagerly pounced on my 
meat, slurping at it like she hadn't had it days.  Which I guess she 
hadn't.  I was swiftly aroused by her skillful blowjob.  Her dextrous 
tongue tickled my shaft as her head bobbed up and down.

I stopped as I was about to come and pulled my shaft out of her 
mouth.  She looked up at me.

"What do you want now, slave?"

The feel of my cock in her mouth had sent her into slut mode by 
now.  She was desperate for me to come in her, so she spoke 
quickly and eagerly.  "Suzi wants you to come in her mouth, 
master.  Please let Suzi swallow your hot come."

Suzi was learning fast.  "All right, bitch, take your master's come."  
She put my cock back into her mouth just as I started to come, 
sending hot, sticky wads of jism down her throat.  Suzi orgasmed 
as I finished, her whole body shaking with pleasure as she 
eagerly sucked down every last drop of come.

"Did you enjoy that, slut?" I asked.

"Yes, m-master.  Suzi enjoyed tasting your c-come in her m-
mouth."  A dribble of jism ran out of Suzi's mouth and down her 
chin as she spoke.

"Lie on the couch, whore." I commanded.  Suzi scampered over 
to the couch and lay down on it, her glistening wet pussy 
exposed.  I sat down in a chair next to her, gazing at the soft folds 
of her cunt. She needed it.  I wasn't ready, though.  "What do you 
want, now, slave?"

"S-Suzi wants to be fucked."

"Be more descriptive."
"Suzi needs to have her c-cunt fucked by her master's hard 
cock."

She was getting good at this.  Clearly, she was quite aroused. I 
had a suspicion I wanted to investigate.  "When was the last time 
you had your cunt fucked, whore?"

"L-last night, m-master."  She was clearly quite nervous about 
this, but also excited.

So!  She'd managed to stay away from me so long by fucking 
other men.  "Tell me about it, slave."

"I went to a..."  She caught herself and started over.  "Suzi went 
to a bar wearing a leather s-skirt and h-heels."

"Why did you wear them, bitch?"

"S-Suzi wore them to get f-fucked.  D-dressing like a w-whore 
makes men want to f-fuck Suzi"

"I see.  And how many men fucked you?"

"Th-three."

"Where?"

"One in the p-parking lot, t-two in a m-motel room."

"What were their names?"

"D-don't know."

"So you fucked three men last night, not even knowing their 
names."

"Y-yes, master."

"What does that make you?"

"A s-slut."

My dick was getting hard again.  "Do you want to get fucked?"

"Y-yes, master.  P-please fuck Suzi."  She was squirming on the 
couch, thrusting her hips at an imaginary cock.

"Then tell me what you are, and make it good."

The bitch needed no encouragement.  "S-Suzi is a horny slut who 
always needs to be fucked.  Suzi needs a hot cock inside her. 
Suzi is a bitch who needs to taste hot, sticky come.  P-please 
fuck Suzi's hot pussy, master!"

I was near the bursting point.  Rising from my chair, I pulled Suzi 
off the couch and thrust her to the floor.  She immediately got on 
her hands and knees, presenting her dripping pussy to me.  I 
roughly grabbed her hips as I slammed my cock into her silky 
cunt.

Suzi screamed with pleasure.  "Oh, fuck Suzi, master!  Fuck your 
slut with your hard cock!  Ohhh... master's cock feels so good in 
Suzi's cunt!  Nnnngh!  Fuck Suuuuziiii!"  

I reached under Suzi and grabbed her tits, using them as 
leverage to thrust my dick into her as hard as possible.  She 
writhed in pleasure on my cock, slamming her hips against me as 
forcefully as she could.

Suzi came as she felt the first spurt of jism explode from my 
cock.  "Yes!  Yes!  Shoot your come into Suzi's hot cunt!" she 
yelled. "Fill your slut's wet pussy with your jism!  Yes!"  
Suzi's cunt muscles clenched tightly at my dick as my creamy 
load shot into her belly, milking it dry.  I collapsed on top of her, 
exhausted, my still-hard cock filling Suzi's pussy.

After catching my breath, I pulled my come-covered cock out of 
her cunt and pulled myself up to sit on the couch.  

"Clean my cock, slave," I commanded.

"Yes, master," Suzi responded.  Dutifully, she crawled up next to 
me on the couch and began licking my soft shaft, gathering up 
the come and pussy juice covering it and slurping them down 
eagerly.  

Ropy strings of come dripped from her wet pussy onto the leather 
of the couch.

I took my new fuck doll back to the bedroom and made use of her 
three more times that night.  Each time, I got her hot, then made 
her beg for my cock.  

"Please, master, fill Suzi's hot, wet cunt with your big thick cock," 
she would ask, and I would oblige by reaming my slut's cunt.  

"Please, master, fill Suzi's slutty cunt with your sticky come," she 
would beg, and I would have no choice but to shoot my jism into 
her hungry pussy.  

But at the end, she asked me to "fuck Suzi's tits and shoot your 
come all over your bitch's hot, slutty face," and I knew I had a 
winner.  

Suzanne's New Career
Chapter 5
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Suzi

The next several days were spent wiping out all traces of 
Suzanne.  I moved the clothes I had bought her to my apartment, 
and put them in a closet which I designated as Suzi's.  I put the 
cosmetics and jewelry into a vanity table I'd purchased just for 
her. The rest of her stuff I sold to a local thrift shop for cash.

Suzi and I went to Suzanne's bank to close her accounts.  I threw 
out the cashier's check.  It was a trivial amount of money 
compared to what I had, and cashing it would just leave a trail 
that Suzanne's relatives could follow if they ever tried to track her 
down. We cancelled the lease on her apartment without leaving a 
forwarding address.

Once Suzanne had been erased from existence, I set Suzi up on 
her new daily schedule.  I got ahold of some videotapes of 
professional strippers preforming, as well as a video camera, and 
set up one of the extra rooms of my apartment as a practice 
studio for Suzi.  She was to teach herself to dance and striptease 
by watching the tapes.  The camera was for her to watch herself 
doing it, so she could refine her technique.

I also bought a tanning bed, so that she could get a smooth, even 
tan without having to leave the apartment, and a treadmill and a 
few exercise machines, to keep her in shape.  I set up an 
exercise regimen for her, emphasizing overall conditioning, to 
build her stamina.  

In addition, I had her do a lot of chest development exercises, in 
the hope of doing something about those small tits of hers, as 
well as some legwork to build up her ass.

Suzi followed the same routine every day.  She would get up in 
the morning and serve me breakfast, after which I would usually 
fuck her either in the mouth or the cunt (but only after she begged 
me to). She would spend the rest of the morning practicing her 
dancing, eat a healthy lunch, and then practice for several more 
hours in the afternoon.  Usually I would interrupt this at some 
point to fuck her, again making her beg before entering her.  After 
she'd put in her eight hours of dance practice, she'd spend an 
hour in the tanning bed, followed by an hour of physical workout.  
Then she'd fix and serve me dinner.

Some evenings I would take Suzi out for dinner and to a movie, 
but not nearly as often as I had with Suzanne.  Most evenings, we 
would stay home and she would watch porno films, studying the 
way the women in them behaved.  

We went to bed early, so that I could give her one or two training 
fucks and still let her get plenty of sleep. Throughout the day, she 
was expected to keep herself looking sexy and ready to be 
fucked, like a good little slut.  Once Suzi had settled into her 
routine, I started up the training again.

I walked into the bedroom to find my slut waiting for me on the 
bed.  As per my instructions of half an hour ago, she was wearing 
a tight black halter top cut so low that it almost exposed her 
nipples, a shiny red leather miniskirt, and a pair of knee-covering 
black leather "fuck me" boots, with her standard five-inch heels.  
The top was pushed down to expose her pert breasts, and the 
skirt was pushed up to her waist, exposing her damp pussy.  
Excellent.

"Doggie style, bitch," I commanded.  Suzi quickly obeyed, rising 
to her hands and knees, her pert ass sticking up into the air. Here 
eyes were closed in expectation, anticipating the warm cock that 
her excited pussy needed so badly.  

Suzi's training was coming along well, and she was rapidly 
developing the proper attitude toward sex. That is to say, she was 
learning that her body was a toy for me to use for my pleasure, 
and that the only way she would ever experience pleasure herself 
was by being used in this way, as an object for sex.

But there was still a significant portion of her original emotional 
makeup intact, fighting inside her against what she was 
becoming.  This remnant of Suzanne was still in control of Suzi's 
body whenever she wasn't aroused, which was still a majority of 
the time. 

And while Suzi was almost always happy, content in her role as a 
slut and a whore, Suzanne was depressed and miserable.  She 
never rebelled or disobeyed me, but it was obvious from her 
manner that she was unhappy.  

She went about her chores, her dance practice, and her 
exercises with a dogged determination, in fear of what might 
happen should she fail rather than out of a true love of what she 
was doing.

But Suzi _loved_ her work.  And that was why she was winning 
the battle between the two.  When it came time for me to make 
use of my slut, the weary, depressed Suzanne was all to eager to 
give way to the bright, energetic, cock-craving Suzi.  And every 
time Suzi was brought forth, she grew stronger and Suzanne 
grew weaker.  

Even though Suzanne doubtless knew that by surrendering 
control to the slut she was dooming herself, she was still more 
than happy to give it up when the time came, out of sheer misery.  
It was form a suicide.  Suzanne knew that, and she didn't mind.

So as a result, she was always craving use around bedtime, 
when I would come in to give her her lessons for the day.  
She knew that soon she would be a come-hungry 
nymphomaniac, experiencing pure pleasure as she sucked on a 
cock, or had her pussy reamed fast and hard.  Tonight, however, 
she was in for a surprise.

I climbed up behind her on the bed and pulled a tube of vaseline 
out of my pocket.  She couldn't see me from her position.  I 
spread a liberal amount of vaseline on the fingers of my right 
hand. With my left hand, I gently began to rub Suzi's pink little 
clit.  She moaned in response, thrusting her hips back at me, 
trying to fuck my fingers, trying to get anything she could into her 
cunt.  Carefully, I brought my right hand down to her ass, slowly 
rubbing her anus.

Suzi started at the touch of the cool lotion in an unfamiliar 
location, jerking her body as she craned her head and shoulders 
around to look at me.  I slapped her ass.  "Sit still, slut!  Just 
relax, and this won't hurt."

Suzi whimpered and returned to her position.  She was tense, 
though, scared at the prospect of somthing unfamiliar.  Slowly, 
carefully, I slipped a vaseline-covered finger into her rectum.

She screeched in fear but did not move.  "That's a good girl, 
Suzi," I told her.  "Good little slut.  Just relax..."  I continued to 
maneuver my finger around inside her, trying to spread the lotion 
as much as possible.  When I had done as good a job as I would 
ever be able to, I pulled my finger out and wiped off the excess 
lotion.

"Now, then, Suzi," I said, speaking in my calmest voice, "this 
won't hurt if you just relax..."  I began rubbing her clit again, 
eliciting moans once more.  But her cries carried a tinge of fear in 
them.  I rubbed her harder, trying to bring her off more strongly, 
trying to get her to relax.  I placed the head of my stiff cock at the 
entrance to her rectum.  
Removing my hand from her clit, I spread her ass cheeks as far 
apart as I could, opening her up as much as possible for my 
entry.  Suzi was trembling in fear now, having figured out what 
was going on.  I reached a hand forward and pushed her chest 
and shoulders down into the bed, giving me the best possible 
entry angle. As gently as I could, I pushed the head of my cock 
into her ass.

She screamed in pain at my entry.  I moved my left hand to her 
clit, trying to bring her off and calm her down.  It was slow going, 
but eventually she stopped screaming and settled into a soft 
whimpering.  Her ass was incredibly tight around my cockhead.  
God, it felt great!  Slowly, I pushed another inch into her 
lubricated asshole.

She screamed anew, and it took another minute to calm her 
down.  I continued to finger her, trying to bring her up the road to 
orgasm.  I whispered gently to her.  "A good little slut knows how 
to take a cock up her ass."  Suzi mewled in pleasure and pain.

Inch by inch I entered her asshole, stopping after every new 
thrust to calm her down and bring back to some amount of 
pleasure. This was easier than it would normally have been, 
thanks to the aphrodisiac, but it was still slow going.  The walls of 
her ass squeezed around me with an intense pressure.

When I had pushed my full ten inches into her, I slowly, slowly, 
began to fuck her ass, continually rubbing her clit.  I kept it slow 
to minimize the pain, but she was still squealing in fear almost 
constantly.  After I'd been inside her for nearly half an hour, I 
brought her to orgasm as I shot my sperm into her ass.  As usual, 
she was under the Pavlov drug, and so she was learning, slowly, 
to enjoy having her ass fucked.

I waited for my cock to soften.  With an audible pop, I pulled out 
of her ass and lay down beside her.  She was softly crying. 
"Listen to me," I told her.  Here eyes opened and she looked 
fearfully at me.  I continued.  "That hurt, but in time you'll grow 
used to it." I held out the bottle of vaseline to her.  "It would have 
hurt a lot more without this.  From now on, you will keep yourself 
lubricated with this at all times.  If I ever check, and find you dry, 
I'll do it to your right there, and it will hurt.  Understand?"

She nodded meekly, still in shock over what had happened.  I 
smiled.  "You're becoming a fine little slut, Suzi."

In general, I wasn't very interested in anal sex.  I was teaching 
Suzi to take a cock up her ass because it would be useful skill in 
her new line of work, not because it was something I had a 
particular thing for.

Over the next week, I continued to train her in this technique.  

Always, I fingered her clit as I fucked her ass, using the Pavlov 
drug to cause a pleasure association to form in her brain, 
teaching her to orgasm at the feel of come in her ass.  The bitch 
was so tight down there I found myself enjoying the action 
despite my general lack of interest in this sort of thing.

One afternoon during this period, I got a phone call.  The caller 
was a middle-aged businessman calling from a hotel, repsonding 
to an ad for "Adult Services" I had placed in the local paper.  We 
verbally, danced around for a few minutes, ascertaining each 
other's bona fides.  When we finally got down to it, I told him Suzi 
was avaiable for a massage at $200 for a full hour, plus tips.  He 
agreed, told me where he was staying, and I promised Suzi would 
be there in an hour.

Her first job!  I hadn't expected it to come so soon.  The customer 
was interested in someone trashy, so I had Suzi put on one of her 
slutty outfits, a new one I'd purchased recently.  

It consisted of a shiny silver slip dress that left the gap in her 
cleavage well-exposed and just barely covered her ass, a pair of 
black fishnet stockings, and two shiny elbow-length gloves.  It 
was fully accessorized with several oversized fake pearl 
necklaces, a gaudy bracelet on one wrist, a pair of black hoop 
earrings, and of course the ever-present five-inch spiked heels, in 
black this time.

After she'd finished touching up her makeup and hair, we drove to 
the hotel.  While we drove, I briefed her on the proper way to act, 
how to defer to the customer's wishes, and when to ask for 
money.  I fixed a small microphone to her left earring, so that I'd 
be able to listen in on the action and intervene in case Suzi came 
into any danger.

We got to the hotel.  After Suzi had wrapped herself in a 
trenchcoat, we walked throught the lobby to the elevators.  

Suzi drew a number of lustful stares, despite the thick coat hiding 
her body. We rode the elevator up to the customer's floor.  I 
waited around a corner in the hallway while Suzi knocked on the 
door.

I heard the door open, and a male voice say, "Well.  You must be 
Suzi."

"Yes, Mr. Jones.  At your service."

"Come on in."

Suzi stepped inside and the door closed.  I moved up to stand in 
front of it, ready to enter at a moment's notice. 

"Suzi needs to see your driver's license," I heard her say.

"Here you go."
Suddenly it occurred to me that it might seem odd to the 
customer for Suzi to be talking about herself in the third person. 
Well, shit.  It was too late now.  I'd have to let things go and just 
hope it didn't bother him.

He paid her, including a $200 tip, and offered her a drink. They 
sat down and talked.  He tried to start a conversation, asking her 
questions about herself, where she was from.  Suzi's responses 
were simple and direct.

"Suzi is a whore.  Suzi is a slut who lives for cock.  Suzi needs to 
be fucked."

After a few tries, he gave up.  "God, you really are just a little 
tramp, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes, Suzi is a little tramp who will do anything for a cock."

He was quite turned on by her dirty talk, judging by the tremor in 
his voice.  "T-try mine."  I heard the sound of a zipper.

Suzi's voice.  "Oooh, your cock is so beautiful.  Suzi wants to 
suck it.  Can Suzi suck your cock?  Please?"

"G-go ahead, slut. Oh!"  He grunted in pleasure.  God, I was 
getting so horny from listening to this.  I listened intently as Suzi's 
customer built to orgasm.  He was really getting into this. "Take it 
down your throat, you little slut!  Yes!"  I could only imagine what 
was going on.

After he had finished coming in Suzi's mouth and Suzi had 
orgasmed, they settled down for a bit, doing some necking and 
fondling.  Soon, she started begging him to fuck her.  He had 
absolutely no objections, and did so.  Suzi kept up a monologue 
all through the process.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Jones, your cock feels so good in Suzi's cunt. Suzi 
hasn't had a cock in her cunt all day, and this big thick one feels 
so good.  Yes!  Use Suzi like the whore she is!  Fuck her slutty 
pussy with your wet cock until you shoot your jism into her belly." 
The volume of her cries increased as his orgasm built.  "Yes, 
yes! Ram your meat into Suzi's wet pussy!  Oh!  Yes, yes, YES!  
Shoot your sticky white come deep into Suzi's cunt!  Yes! YES!  
FUCK SUZIIIIIIIIIIII!"

They came, and for awhile all I heard was the grunts and moans 
of orgasm.  Slowly, they came down.  "That was incredible.  You 
are one hot little slut."

I heard Suzi putting her clothes back on.  A moment later she 
walked out the door.  I greeted her with a big smile and a raging 
hardon.  Gripping her hand, I led her to the stairwell.

Unsurprisingly, it was deserted.  Most of the people in the hotel 
used the elevators.  I closed the door behind us and unzipped my 
pants, freeing my erect cock.  

Suzi, still aroused from her recent fucking, needed no prompting.  
She bent over and grabbed the stair railing, thrusting her pert little 
ass up in the air.  Not bothering with any formalities, I lifted her 
skirt up and slammed my meat into her moist pussy.

I fucked her hard and fast in that position for several minutes.  I 
was incredibly horny from listening to her fuck that guy in the 
hotel room, and my cock was desperate for release.  I placed my 
hands on her hips and jerked them violently toward me with every 
stroke I took.  

Suzi put very little effort into it; she was content merely to be 
used like a rag doll, muttering softly to herself.  "Oh, yeeees, 
master, fuck Suzi.  Fuck Suzi's slutty cunt with your hard cock.  
Mmmmm."
After a minute or two of pumping Suzi's cunt up and down on my 
shaft, I came explosively, jism spurting from my prick into her 
tight cunt.  Suzi screamed in pleasure as her third orgasm in an 
hour washed over her, and my come dribbled out of the corners 
of her pussy.  God, she was fantastic.

I continued training Suzi in the fine art of taking a cock up her 
ass.  She didn't enjoy it, but as the days passed, she slowly grew 
used to it and stopped crying whenever I fucked her there.

One morning I surprised her by getting up early.  Suzi had just 
taken her shower, and was sitting at the vanity table, styling her 
hair and putting on her makeup.  Usually I didn't wake up until 
almost an hour later, after she'd gotten dressed and fixed 
breakfast.

I got up casually and walked over to stand behind her.  She 
looked up at me, curious as to why I was up so early.  "Stand up, 
slut."  I commanded.  She obeyed, setting down her lipstick and 
standing at attention.

Slowly, I caressed her ass with my hands.  She trembled in 
anticipation.  Without warning, I stuck a finger into her anus, 
eliciting a shriek from her.  It was dry.

"Bitch!"

"Yes, m-master?"

"What did I tell you about your ass?  What are you supposed to 
have in it all times?"

She started to cry, unable to answer, shaking in fear.

"I said to keep your ass lubricated at all times, didn't I?"

"I-I was about to, m-master.  It's just that you don't usually g-get 
up this early, and..."

"All times, bitch!  Now you'll have to suffer the punishment."

Suzi shrieked and whirled to run.  I grabbed her arm firmly and 
threw her to the floor.  She looked up at me in horror, too 
frightened to take action, as I knelt above her.

Roughly, I grabbed her and forced her to her hands and knees. 
She was crying in sheer terror.  With one hand I positioned my 
cock at the entrance to her dry anus, and with the other I pushed 
her head and shoulders down to the floor, giving me the best 
possible angle of entry.  When she was positioned just right, I 
slammed my cock full force into her tight, dry ass.

She screamed.  Not the scream of pleasure she usually gave 
when I fucked her to orgasm.  Not the scream of fear mixed with 
pleasure that she had given when I was teaching her to ass-fuck.  
A scream of pure, excruciating, mind-numbering pain.

I paused for a second, enjoying her pain as my cock sat inside 
her asshole.  Just when her scream started dying, I withdrew and 
thrust again, bringing a new wail.  The raw, dry skin of her 
asshole ripped and tore in places, and blood spurted from the 
cuts and gashes.

Each new thrust brought a new scream.  After awhile, the blood 
spread around and acted as a lubricant, lessening teh friction 
between my cock and her ass.  

At this point, I started fucking her in earnest. Her screams had 
descended into sobs and whimpers of pain as I plowed her ass 
faster and faster.  Rather than her normal eager bucking and 
pumpng, she just lay there, accepting but not welcoming my cock 
in her ass.
The best part of this was that the Suzanne portion of her mind 
was in control now, and it was taking the brunt of the pain.  Suzi, 
the slutty personality, was in the background.  I had been careful 
not to arouse her before raping her ass, in order to be sure that it 
was Suzanne I was inflicting pain on.  The damage done to 
Suzanne would further sap her will to live, effectively giving Suzi a 
greater amount of control over her body.

I came in her ass, a flood of jism erupting from my engorged 
cock.  Suzi - Suzanne, really - just lay there, unresponding, still 
crying from the pain.  When I had shot my load, I removed my 
blood-and-come covered dick from her ass.

"Now, then, slut, what have we learned?"

Her sobs halted, and she looked up fearfully at me. "Always... 
keep... Suzi's ass lubricated?" she asked haltingly.

"Very good.  Now, from now on, you are to lubricate yourself 
immediately upon coming out of the shower in the morning. 
Understand?"

"Y-yes, master."

"Good."   I smiled.  "Now clean off my cock."

Slowly, wearily, she took my cocok in her hands and began to 
suck on it.  A pinkish mixture of fluids dripped from her asshole.  
My cock was soon clean, glistening with her saliva.  

Before long, Suzanne had receded into the background, and an 
aroused Suzi was sucking happily on my cock.  I patted her on 
the head.  "Good girl, Suzi," I encouraged her.  She smiled 
around my cock at me.  My eager little slut was back, stronger 
than ever.

From then on, Suzi was always lubricated.  Eventually, she grew 
to enjoy it, and by the end of her third week as my live-in slut, I 
had her begging to "please stick your hot cock up your bitch's 
tight ass, master!"  I'm not particularly an ass-fucking type of guy, 
as I've mentioned, but hearing her say that made me eager to 
cream her tight little hole.

I also continued to hire her out as a call girl once or twice a week.  
She typically earned four or five hundred dollars from each stint.  
This was no big windfall, but it was a nice bit of extra income.  I 
didn't intend for her to be doing this for very long anyway; the real 
purpose of it was to get her used to the idea of fucking other 
men.  She would soon be moving on to far more lucrative 
activities.

Around the time of her tenth job as a call girl, I decided that 
Suzi's dancing skills had reached the point where they could be 
put to use.  

I made up a bunch of flyers featuring Suzi's face as she licked 
her lips sluttily.  The text read, "The breathtakingly beautiful Suzi: 
private dancer available for parties and celebrations.  Deluxe 
service."

The next day Suzi got her first piece of business -- a bachelor 
party.  They were in a rush, and they wanted her that night. I was 
forced to cancel my dinner reservations, but I was eager to see 
Suzi in action, so I agreed.  We dickered over the price, and he 
gave me directions and a time to show up.

I interrupted Suzi's dance practice and told her she had a job that 
evening.  She was surprised.  I told her to go put on her red 
lingerie and pumps.  She complied and returned to the practice 
room. We spent the rest of the afternoon going over her routine.  
She was to burst out of a cake and do a quick striptease act.  
Then she was to sit on the groom's lap and get down and dirty.
"Now, remeber, slut, the groom just thinks you're an ordinary 
stripper who isn't supposed to go very far.  He doesn't know that 
you're really a cock-craving whore who's going to fuck him.  So 
you have to go slow, or you'll scare him."

We went through the routine, with me sitting on the chair playing 
the part of the groom.  I didn't actually fuck her, because I wanted 
her to be extra horny that night.  But it was quite an act of will to 
restrain myself.

We ate a quick dinner, and I gave Suzi an hour to rest before 
driving her out to the party.  Before going up to the house, I had 
her drink a glass of water with a little bit of aphrodisiac and some 
of the Pavlov drug.  "Now, remember, slut, the groom gets to fuck 
you first, because it's his special night.  After that, you have to 
allow yourself to be fucked by anyone who wants to."

"Suzi understands, master."

"Let's go, bitch."

"Yes, master."

I rang the doorbell, and was greeted by a young man holding a 
beer.  I introduced myself as Suzi's manager.  He told me he was 
the older brother of Jeff, the groom, and showed us to the cake.  
Suzi climbed inside, visibly nervous.  I said some reassuring 
words before closing the cake.  By the time she had to perform, 
she'd be horny from the drugs, and that would take care of her 
nerves.

Jeff's brother offered me a beer, which I accepted.  I told him I'd 
wait out in the kitchen until the cake was brought out, and then I'd 
watch discreetly from the kitchen door.  He shrugged and left me 
in the kitchen.

Half an hour later, the cake was rolled out.  I leaned against the 
frame of the kitchen door.  The guys sat Jeff down on a chair 
facing the cake.  The music started, and Suzi burst from the 
cake.

She had a sexy smile on her face as the started dancing. 
Sweeping around the room, she teased all the guys, licking her 
lips and occasionally grinding against their crotches, leaving them 
with various pieces of her flimsy outfit.  After a few minutes, she 
danced over to Jeff and sat on his lap, straddling his legs and 
facing him, wearing only a bra, panties, and heels.

She slowed down, gyrating her torso in front of Jeff's wide eyes 
while the other men whooped and laughed.  She waved her tits in 
front of his face.  Judging by the bulge in his pants, Jeff was 
enjoying the show.  

Slowly, sexily, Suzi untied her bra and slipped it off her shoulders, 
revealing her hard nipples.  She waved them teasingly in front of 
Jeff's face, rubbing them gently with her fingers as she stared 
lustfully into his eyes.  This drew more whoops from the other 
men in the room.

"So, handsome, you must be Jeff," Suzi said, in a deep, husky 
voice.

"Y-y-yes, ma'am," Jeff responded nervously.

"You're getting married, Jeff?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am.  Tomorrow morning."

"Well, looks like little Suzi got to you just in time," she exclaimed, 
running a hand along his crotch.  She looked away and winked 
playfully at the men, who laughed and cheered her on.

Suzi tossed the bra aside and moved her hands to her panties. 
Swaying her torso the the music, she untied the panties, 
exposing her wet cunt.  Jeff stared in amazement.  The panties 
still lay between her legs.  

Suzi bunched the front of her panties up in her left hand, and the 
back in her right hand, and began to draw them slowly back and 
forth along her slit.  She closed her eyes and arched her back, 
thrusting her chest into Jeff's face, drawing even more cheers 
from the audience.  Jeff was still staring at her pussy.

Suzi removed the soaked panties from between her legs and 
brought them to her mouth.  She fixed Jeff with a sultry gaze as 
she parted her lips and sucked some of the juice out of the 
panties.  She then moved the panties in front of Jeff's mouth and 
licked her lips. Jeff sucked hungrily on them.  "Does it taste good, 
Jeff?" Suzi breathed.

Jeff let the panties out of his mouth and stammered.  "Y-yes, 
ma'am!"

Suzi flung the panties aside.  She leaned forward and plastered 
her lips against Jeff's, giving him a hard, passionate kiss. Jeff 
was startled at first, but responded quickly.  Suzi rubbed the back 
of his neck with one hand and his chest with the other as she 
kissed him.  After an eternity, she pulled away and looked at Jeff.

"So what's her name, Jeff?" she asked in a slutty voice.

"D-Donna," he replied.

"Well, from where I'm sitting," she moved her hand from his chest 
down to his crotch, softly rubbing the bulge she found there, 
"you're going to make Donna a pretty happy woman."  This drew 
another loud chorus of hoots from the partiers.  

Suzi took no notice, her attention focused on Jeff.  "But before 
you go and do that, Jeff," she breathed, leaning closer and closer 
to him, "how about making Suzi happy?"  With that, she kissed 
him again and began to unzip his pants.

Jeff made no move to stop her as Suzi freed his shaft.  Still 
kissing him, she began to stroke his hard cock with her fingers, 
skillfully bringing him off.  Suzi broke the kiss, and looked down 
hungrily at Jeff's cock.  Jeff groaned in pleasure at her soft 
strokes, his rigid cock standing upright from his lap.  A drop of 
juice fell from Suzi's pussy onto Jeff's pants.  No doubt about it, 
the bitch was hot and ready, aching to have her cunt filled by 
Jeff's cock.

The other men had stopped cheering, and merely looked on in 
disbelief.  Jeff's brother looked at me, as if asking what the hell 
was going on.  I shrugged and turned my attention back to the 
action.

Suzi was moaning now, bouncing up and down on Jeff's lap, 
running her fingers up and down his hard shaft.  "Yes," she 
murmured, "Suzi is going to be very happy with Jeff's hot, hard 
cock in her soft, wet cunt!"  With that, she lifted herself up and 
moved herself forward, placing herself over Jeff's crotch.  Jeff 
was in an aroused stupor, and had no reaction.  Suzi placed the 
head of Jeff's cock at the opening of her pussy.  With an aroused 
moan, she lowered herself onto it, impaling herself on his shaft.  
Jeff let out a cry of pleasure at the feel of her velvety cunt 
wrapped around his prick.

The faces around the room that had previously shown disbelief 
now took on expressions that were frankly stunned.  They had 
been amazed that a stripper would kiss the groom and fondle his 
dick.  But for her to actually fuck him -- this was clearly too much 
for them to handle.

Suzi wasn't paying attention to them, however.  Her attention was 
fixed on the meat filling her pussy.  I could see her stomach flex 
as her cunt muscles massaged Jeff's cock.  He was delirious with 
pleasure.  Suzi slowly began to move herself up and down on his 
shaft, fucking herself crazy.  Her moans grew in volume as her 
cunt lips slid along his shaft.

Suddenly Jeff burst into action.  Grasping Suzi tightly to him, he 
stood up from the chair.  Suzi squealed in excitement as his 
sudden movement caused her to slide all the way down his shaft, 
completely filling her twat.  Falling to his knees, Jeff lay Suzi 
down on the floor in front of him, never taking his cock from her 
pussy. He fell on top of her and quickly began to piston his cock 
in and out of Suzi.

Suzi went wild as he fucked her.  She slammed her hips back 
against him with each stroke.  Wrapping her legs around him, she 
dug her heels into his ass, trying to pull him as deeply as possible 
into her cunt.  "Oh, yes!  Suzi feels so lucky to have Jeff's hot, 
thick cock in her wet pussy!  Fuck Suzi hard, Jeff!  Fuck her hot, 
wet cunt!"  Suzi pulled Jeff down on top of her, locking her lips to 
his in a deep, passionate kiss.

It wasn't long before Jeff came, spurting his come into Suzi's 
steamy pussy.  Suzi came at the same time, her cunt muscles 
gripping his shaft in a viselike grip as her orgasm shook through 
her body. Jeff's come overflowed her cunt, dripping to the ground 
in thick, stringy wads.  Jeff's orgasm subsided.  He continued to 
respond to Suzi's kisses for a few moments, then pulled his cock 
out of her pussy and fell to one side, exhausted.

Still lying on the ground, her legs spread wide, with Jeff's come 
dripping from her open cunt,  Suzi turned her head to look at the 
men, whose jaws were wide open.  In a soft, teasing voice, she 
inquired, "Who's next, gentlemen?"

Suzi had a busy night.  After she fucked Jeff, each of the other 
guys took a turn, usually two at once.  Suzi would buck her hips 
frantically against one cock while eagerly slurping at another. 
Sometimes the men would come inside her.  Other times, they 
would pull out and Suzi would jack them off until their sticky come 
spurted onto her face or tits.

By the time each of the guys had had a turn, Jeff had recuperated 
enough to respond to Suzi's provocations.  She spent the next 
half-hour giving him the blowjob of his life.  She would suck him a 
bit, pumping her head up and down on his shaft as he sat in the 
chair.  

As he approached orgasm, she would let him out of her mouth, 
gently teasing him and allowing him to cool off a bit.  Then she 
would suck him some more, keeping him on the edge of orgasm 
for thirty minutes, but never letting him go over.  

By the end of this period, he was so sensitive that she couldn't 
suck him for more than four or five seconds at a stretch.  When 
she was through playing with him, she held his shaft in her hand 
and asked him, "Now, Jeff, do you want to shoot your hot, sticky 
jism into Suzi's mouth, or into her soft pussy, or do you want to 
come all over her slutty face?"

"F-face," Jeff responded through the haze of his pleasure.

"Okay, handsome.  Suzi will take your sticky come all over her 
face."  With that, she plunged her mouth onto Jeff's cock and 
began sucking for all she was worth.  Jeff's moans grew louder 
and louder as Suzi took faster and faster strokes.  Just as he was 
about to come, she let his cock out of her mouth and pointed it at 
her face.  Jeff's engorged cock shot spurt after spurt of Jism onto 
Suzi's face and into her hair.  With her free hand, she collected 
what she could on her fingers and sucked it into her mouth, 
hungrily slurping it down.  
When Jeff was finished shooting his monstrous load, Suzi's body 
shook and she fell to the ground, writhing in orgasm from the 
come splattered on her, dripping in thick strings down her face.  

She stumbled back up onto her knees and kissed Jeff's cock.  
"You're going to make Donna very happy with that, Jeff."

The guys then took another round with her, each fucking her cunt 
or her mouth.  

One of them even did her ass while two others fucked her mouth 
and cunt, bringing Suzi to another explosive orgasm. 

She was always eager for more, and the guys were always eager 
to provide.  When everyone had taken their second fuck, and 
some had even had thirds, she gave Jeff another long ride in her 
pussy.  

After that, no one had the energy to go at it again.  I collected the 
money from Jeff's brother and Suzi and I left.  

I had undercharged them by quite a bit, considering all that Suzi 
had done, but I was counting on this and the next several gigs to 
provide publicity.  

After that, Suzi would be so popular that I'd be able to jack the 
price way up.

Suzi was quiet during the ride home.  She had come six times 
that evening, her most intense performance ever.  

She had been in slut mode through the whole thing, her deeply-
ingrained training making her into a come-hungry sex kitten.  

Now she was coming down, and Suzanne's old personality was 
reasserting itself.  I heard her softly crying to herself.
"Suzi," I told her, "you were a magnificent little slut tonight.  You 
took on eight men two or three times each, giving them orgasms 
like they've never had before.”  

“For the rest of their lives, they'll remember you as the best fuck 
they've ever had.  Whenever they fuck their wives, or their 
girlfriends, they'll be thinking of Suzi the slut."  

I'd been planning to let her rest during the ride, but I was horny as 
hell from watching her get fucked dozens of times at the party, 
and I didn't want to listen to this, so I decided to put her to work.  

"Suck my cock, whore."

"Y-yes, master."  Suzi choked back a sob.  Like a well-trained 
animal, my little sex toy leaned over, unzipped my pants, and 
pulled out my hard cock.  

After only a few second of sucking, she had gone back into slut 
mode, all her worries pushed out of her mind.  

I smiled. 

Suzanne's New Career
Chapter 6
=========
Building Suzi's Body


A few days later, Suzi got another job; this time it was a birthday 
party.  Once again, she burst from a cake and did a slow 
striptease, winding up on the lap of the birthday boy, rubbing his 
crotch and talking dirty.  "Did you get a lot of presents for your 
birthday, Eric?"

"Y-y-yes."

Leaining close, "Suzi would like a present."  Unzipping his pants, 
"Won't you give Suzi a big present?"

As before, all the other men could only stare, jaws agape, as Suzi 
proceeded to pull his cock out, stroke it to erection, and then fuck 
herself on it until creamy white come oozed from her cunt.  They 
regained their composure, though, when she made herself 
available to them, and fucked her cunt, mouth, and ass with wild 
abandon.  I watched the whole three-hour party.  When we got 
home, I fucked her several times myself.

The news that a hot stripper was available for gang-banging 
spread quickly by word-of-mouth.  A week later, Suzi was getting 
jobs every night.  For the most part, the men at these parties 
were no longer surprised at what she would do; they had hired 
her specifically because she would do it, although her good looks 
didn't hurt.

Three weeks after her first performance at the bachelor party, 
Suzi was consistently booked solid two weeks in advance.  I 
raised the price from $500 a night to $750 and then to $1000.  
Business showed no signs of slowing.  
At six gigs a week (I gave her Sunday night to rest; we didn't get 
many offers for that night anyway.)  Suzi was earning me over 
$5000 a week.  There were some expenses; the clothes Suzi had 
been wearing were left at the scene of each party as a souvenir.

Between getting royally fucked at each party and my personal 
use of her body at home, Suzi was orgasming an average of ten 
times a day.  Her drug-trained body kept up admirably, her pussy 
always getting soaked for a cock and her mouth always eager to 
please. Always, she talked dirty to whoever was fucking her, 
because she knew that was the way to get the most come.

But only when she was aroused.  And that was the kicker.  When 
she wasn't aroused, she was still Suzanne, and Suzanne was 
sullen and withdrawn.  She was still willing to have sex, because 
she knew that sex would bring Suzi out, and allow her to escape 
the misery that was her life.  

And she never disobeyed me, in fear of what the consequences 
might be.  (After all, I'd demonstrated them to her quite 
dramatically when she'd failed to have her ass lubricated.  She 
knew the pain involved in a dry ass-fuck.)  But in spite of her 
bitterness and despair, Suzanne persevered, and showed no 
signs of getting weaker.

I was frankly baffled by this.  I'd expected the Suzanne 
personality to have died by now, sapped of its strength and its will 
to live by the continued slutty behavior of Suzi.  But she hadn't. 
Her will to go living in this miserable existence should have long 
since died, crushed by the degradation she suffered daily.  
Somewhere she was finding the strength to go on.  Something 
was giving her hope. What, though? 

I had been this mystery for several weeks when I finally chanced 
upon the answer, while I was sitting in my study one Sunday 
evening after an after-dinner use of Suzi.  
I was trying to figure out exactly how much profit I'd made on her 
so far, which basically involved totalling up the expenses from all 
of our dates, including the drugs and clothes, and subtracting that 
number from the total income I'd made from the parties.  

The problem was that little expenses that I'd forgotten about 
popped into my mind from time to time, and I'd have to redo the 
whole calculation, figuring them in. Like that telescope I'd had to 
buy to spy on her at the very beginning.  Things like that.

One such item was all the clothing catalogs I'd bought before 
meeting her.  Scouting reports, as I thought of them, ascertaining 
how much exposure she'd gotten, and who I'd have to bribe to 
keep her from getting hired.  Utterly useless now that she was 
mine, but they were still an expense.  I glanced up to where the 
catalogs were collecting dust on the bookshelf...

...and noticed something was wrong.  Counting them, I realized 
one of them was missing.  I couldn't tell which one, but I knew 
one of them was gone.

Where?  If Suzanne had taken it, where would she have put it? 
The sounds of a porn video were coming from Suzi's training 
room, so I knew she was in there studying.  Quietly I walked 
down the hall to the bedroom and began to search Suzi's things.

It was slow going, because I was being careful not to disturb 
anything permanently.  I wasn't sure yet whether I wanted her to 
know I was onto her, so I tried as best I could to leave things as I 
found them.  An hour and a half later, after combing her closet 
and most of her makeup table, I finally found what I was looking 
for.

Hidden under the lining paper at the bottom of one of the drawers 
in the makeup cabinet was a catalog from a local department 
store from over a year ago.  
I picked it up and opened it.  It fell open by itself to a page in the 
middle, clearly having been opened to this page many times 
before.

The page was dominated by a large photograph of a suburban 
kitchen.  Sitting at the table was a handsome man in business 
clothes, wearing a tie and slacks.  Two children, a boy and a girl, 
were running out the front door, lunchboxes in hand, waving to 
their mother, a strikingly beautiful woman in stylish business 
clothes that made her look competent and self-assured, yet very 
sexy.  It was Suzanne.

I hadn't even realized that it was her until that moment.  I'd 
bought the catalog because of some swimsuit modeling she'd 
done in another section, and never given a second look at this 
picture.  What did this mean?

It meant she still thought she could get away.  She hoped that 
someday she could give me the slip, and escape to the outside 
world, find her Romeo and live happily ever after, or something 
like that. Maybe continue her career as a model.  But that couldn't 
happen, I thought... she needed the sex.  She was addicted to it, 
and I was the only one who could give it to her.

The realization hit me suddenly.  I wasn't the only one!  God, I'd 
been so stupid.  At first, sure, when I'd been using the orgasm 
drug and only fucking her myself, sure, _then_ I had been the 
only one who could give her what she needed.  But since then, I'd 
trained her to enjoy having sex with other men, any men, and 
without the drug. Now, if she left me, she could easily find 
someone else to give her the regular fucking she needed.  Sure, 
she had this thing about talking dirty during sex, but most men 
would like that.  (After all, that was why I'd taught her to do it.)  
And she'd be in pain trying to walk without heels, but some 
physical therapy could take care of that. I'd turned her into a 
genuine slut, and had thus made myself vulnerable.
Maybe none of this had occurred to her.  Maybe she'd stolen the 
catalog for some other, more trivial reason.  But I had no way of 
knowing, short of confronting her, and I didn't want to do that.  I 
had to assume the worst, that she was planning to escape, 
waiting for her chance.

The thing to do, then, was cut off her escape route.  Trap her in 
her new life as a slut, with nowhere else to run to.  And I knew 
just how to do it.  It would involve doing certain things earlier than 
I'd originally planned, but nothing I hadn't already planned on 
doing and budgeted for.  It was quite simple, really.  Up until now, 
Suzi and Suzanne had been fighting for control of Suzanne's 
body.

It was time to build a body for Suzi.  The body of a slut.

The next morning, after giving Suzi her usual after-breakfast 
fucking, I announced that we were going to visit the doctor.  Suzi 
was curious as to why.  (Since I'd just fucked her, it actually was 
eager, slutty Suzi I was talking to, not depressed, unhappy, 
Suzanne.)  I told her that I'd tell her in the car, and to hurry up 
and get dressed.

I'd laid out a new set of clothes for her, some that I'd bought late 
the night before.  The amazing thing about them was that they 
were perfectly ordinary women's clothes, of the sort that a young, 
middle-class wife might wear on the weekend, when going 
shopping.  Aside from the extreme length of the heels on the 
pumps, there was nothing at all unusual about them.

Suzi came out of the bedroom wearing them, looking quite 
confused.  She hadn't worn clothes like these in months!  I 
ushered her out the door to the car, giving her clitoris a quick rub 
to keep her excitement up.  It was important that the eager, 
cooperative Suzi be in charge this morning.

As we drove, I had Suzi take periodic sips from a flask of water I 
had in the car.  The water had been treated with the aphrodisiac.  
I had her drink it slowly over the course of the ride because I 
would need to have Suzi available for quite awhile.

"Now, then, slut," I explained, "you want to know where we're 
going?"

"Yes, Master, please.  Suzi wants to know why she's going to see 
the doctor.  Will Suzi get to fuck the doctor?"

I laughed.  "If you're a good little slut.  You want to be a good little 
slut, don't you?"

"Oh, yes, master!  Suzi tries hard to be the best slut she can be!"

I fought to keep from getting turned on.  Every time I heard that 
eager, peppy voice talk about how much she craved sex, I got an 
urge to nail her.  Which was generally what she wanted.  But I 
couldn't do it this morning.  We had an appointment to keep.  
"You've been watching those other sluts on the videos I got, 
haven't you?"

"Oh, yes.  They get fucked a lot.  Suzi wants to be as slutty as 
them."  She ended the sentence on a dejected note, unhappy 
with her lack of success.  "Suzi tries as hard as she can, but she 
still doesn't get as much come as they do."

She was damn-well wrong about that, but I didn't point it out to 
her.  It was useful for her to think that.  "Well, you are trying very 
hard, slave, but trying hard can only get you so far."

She looked at me questioningly.  It occurred to me that Suzi was 
substantially less intelligent than Suzanne.  An unexpected effect, 
but certainly one I welcomed.  Suzanne would've figured out what 
was going on by now.
I went on.  "Some of those sluts in the videos have advantages 
over you - things that really aren't your fault."

She frowned, looking sad, but curious.  "Are they prettier than 
Suzi?"

"No, they really aren't.  You're a lot prettier than they are."  Which 
was true.  Most porn actresses couldn't hold a candle to Suzi in 
the looks department, and only a few were even close to being as 
pretty as she was.  "It's something else.  It's your tits."

Her face took on a hurt look.  "Suzi's tits are too small?" She 
looked down at her boobs, pushing at the fabric of her dress, and 
caressed them curiously.

"Yes, my pretty little slut, but we can do something about it."

She thought for a moment, then suddenly perked up.  "Is that why 
we're going to the doctor?  To get Suzi bigger tits?"  She looked 
at me, her face begging me to say it was so.

"Yes, Suzi, we're going to get you bigger tits."

"Oh, goody!" she squealed.  "Suzi wants bigger tits so that she 
can squeeze them around her master's cock and get lots of hot, 
sticky jism all over her face."

"You'll get it, Suzi, but today we're just going to talk to the doctor.  
And there are certain rules you need to follow..."

After most of an hour's drive, we arrived at a suburban office 
building.  As we went inside, I whispered to Suzi, "Now, 
remember, agree to everything I say."

"Yes, master," she whispered, excited.

We took the elevator up to the office of a Dr. J. P. Green, plastic 
surgeon.  I'd done some careful research on this guy.  Green had 
given boob jobs to several popular porn actresses.  I'd picked up 
as many videos featuring these women as I could find, from both 
before and after their operations.  So far as I could tell, he'd done 
an excellent job every time.

I checked us in with the receptionist and we sat down to wait. I 
leafed through a advertising brochure full of "before" and "after" 
pictures.  Suzi sat quietly next to me, smiling to herself and 
occasionally rubbing one of her nipples through her dress.

After about ten minutes, the doctor came out, greeted us, and 
showed us into his office.  "What can I do for you two this 
morning?"

"Well, Dr. Green, Suzi thinks her breasts are too small, and she's 
looking into getting some implants."  Thanks to a name change 
filed in court by mail a few weeks ago, Suzi's name was official.

"All right.  Let me show you what the options are."  For the next 
half hour, we looked through several books, as Dr. Green 
explained in detail what was available, and in what sizes.  I did all 
the talking, and asking of questions; Suzi merely nodded and 
occasionally gave monosylabbic sounds of agreement.  This 
didn't seem to bother the doctor one bit.

After the fourth book of samples, I realized I wasn't going to find 
what I wanted in any of the standard offerings, so I took the 
initiative.  "Doctor, can you do something a bit unusual?"

"What did you have in mind?"

I took a pad of paper and a pen from his desk and drew a quick 
sketch of what I wanted, explaining as I went.  

When I was finished, Dr. Green picked up the paper and leaned 
back in his chair, looking at it thoughtfully.  "This is going to cost 
a bit extra," he said at last.

"How much?"

"Twenty-five thousand dollars."

"Do you take personal checks?" I asked, pulling out my wallet.

The doctor smiled as I wrote out the check.  He had Suzi sign 
some forms.  "Now we need to schedule a surgery date.  I have 
an opening three weeks from Tuesday..."

"Tomorrow," I said.

"I'm afraid I can't do that.  The..."

"Are you performing surgery tomorrow?"

"Well, yes, but this lady's been waiting for a month.  I can't just..."

"Reschedule it," I told him, handing him another check for twenty-
five thousand dollars. 

He looked at the check, eyes wide, then looked back at me and 
shrugged.  "Okay.  I've got some time scheduled at the hospital 
downtown.  Come by at 8 a.m.  This is going to take all day.  I'll 
have to build the implants tonight."

"We'll be there," I said as we walked out the door.  I wasn't 
pleased about having to spend so much money to get the 
operation done quickly, but I really had no choice.  Suzi was 
excited about the operation, but Suzanne would see it for what it 
was, a move toward imprisoning her in a slut's body.  

With tits like the ones she was going to have after tomorrow, her 
chances of getting a conventional modeling job would be slim to 
none.  If I'd agreed to wait three weeks for the operation, 
Suzanne would have had more than enough time to make an 
escape attempt, and the forthcoming operation would give her 
plenty of motivation to do so.  

With less than twenty-four hours to wait, though, I would have no 
trouble keeping her under control. Twenty-five thousand dollars 
wasn't much to spend to protect what I'd already invested in my 
whore.

Suzi could barely contain her excitement as we walked out to the 
car.  "Suzi's going to have big, slutty tits!" she exclaimed, running 
her hands all over her nipples.

"Yes, you are, bitch," I replied, getting into the car. 

Suzi got in on the other side.  "Suzi's sluttly little cunt is so 
excited!"

I could stand it no longer.  "Get in the back seat, slut," I 
commanded.

"Yes, master!" she squealed, climbing into the back.  "Is Suzi's 
master going to stick his thick, hard cock up Suzi's hot, juicy 
pussy?"

"You bet I am, whore!" I exclaimed, scrambling after her.  "On 
your back!"  Suzi lay on her back on the car seat, her legs spread 
and her heels planted firly on the car ceiling.  She pulled her skirt 
up and closed her eyes expectantly.

Wasting no time, I unzipped my pants.  My rock-hard cock sprang 
free, pointing at Suzi's dripping snatch.  I moved my body 
between my slut's legs and rammed my stiff cock into her cunt.
Suzi responded in her usual enthusiastic way, bucking her hips at 
me as she squeezed my cock with her cunt, moaning with 
pleasure all the while.  "Oh, fuck Suzi, master.  Slam your hard 
cock deep into your whore's pussy.  This cock-craving bitch 
needs your come so bad... Yes!  Shoot your jism into Suzi's 
cunt!"

Suzi's dirty talk pushed me over the edge.  My cock throbbed as I 
shot my load into my eager little slut.  She screamed as she 
came to her own orgasm, the pleasure overwhelming her as her 
cunt gripped my cock tightly, milking every last drop of come.

For the rest of the day, I kept Suzi as busy - and aroused - as 
possible.  I'd cancelled her engagements for that night, and the 
next two, in order to give her plenty of rest for the surgery, as well 
as to make sure I got a good amount of use out of her new tits 
before they were made available to the general public.  Since she 
wasn't going to get gang-banged that night, I had to keep a close 
eye on her in order to make sure that Suzanne wouldn't try to 
escape before the operation tomorrow.

I stayed near her all afternoon, coaching her while she practiced 
dancing.  A couple days earlier, I had moved her up from five-
inch heels to six-inch, and she was having some trouble learning 
to balance on the new shoes.  The shame of it was that the 
progress she'd made since starting in the new heels was going to 
get wiped out by her operation.  

Her new breasts would shift her center of balance and force her 
to start all over again.  No doubt a depressing experience for her.  

But since it was Suzanne, and not Suzi, who had put in all the 
effort learning to balance on the heels in the first place, I was 
more than happy to have all that effort wiped out.  Maybe the 
bitch would go away after the operation.

After dinner, I gave her the usual after-dinner reaming, bringing 
her no end of enjoyment as she came to another screaming 
orgasm impaled on my cock.  I stayed with her in the evening as 
she watched her nightly movie, tweaking her nipples or rubbing 
her clit occasionally to keep Suzi in charge.  We went to bed 
early, and she fell asleep after I'd used her twice.

I woke her up early the next morning, keeping her aroused as we 
got ready to go to the doctor.  Suzi again put on the flowery 
dress.  I had her tie her hair in a bun and leave off the makeup.  
She was confused, but obeyed nonetheless.  After a light 
breakfast, with enough of the aphrodisiac in Suzi's orange juice to 
keep her aroused until the operation started, we drove to the 
hospital.  Sui was quite excited, bouncing up and down the whole 
way, begging me to fuck her. Only when we had finally parked did 
I allow her to give me a blowjob. She dived in with her usual 
enthusiasm, and I shot my wad down her throat as she smiled 
contentedly.

Dr. Green greeted us at the door, and showed Suzi into the prep 
room.  I was allowed to stay with her while she was being 
anaesthetized.  She lay there, looking up at me, with the 
facemask covering her nose and mouth.  Her eyes slowly 
narrowed as the anaesthetic took effect.  As she slipped into 
unconcsciousness, I saw in her eyes not the worshipful, 
puppylike adoration of Suzi, but the cold bitterness of Suzanne.  
Hatred burned in those eyes as she stared at me.  Slowly, they 
closed and she fell asleep.

I spent most of the rest of the day pacing in the waiting room.  I 
grabbed lunch at a fast-food joint in the hospital basement. 
Finally, late in the afternoon, Dr. Green came out.  "It's done. 
She's in the recovery room.  You can go see her if you want.  I've 
got to clean up, so I'll meet you there in half an hour."  He gave 
me the room number and left.

I rushed eagerly to the recovery room and stormed inside, closing 
the door behind me.  Suzi lay sleeping on the bed, a white sheet 
draped over her form.  Eagerly, I pulled the sheet off of her chest.  
It was amazing.

Suzi's small, pert chest had expanded like a pair of balloons. 
Where before there had been two firm little breasts there now 
stood a pair of mammoth globes of flesh.  Suzi's new tits stood 
firmly out from her body, begging for attention.  But her nipples 
were mouthwatering.  Her areolas stood further out from the flesh 
of her tits, pointing at the ceiling.  Atop these brown cones stood 
erect nipples, fully a quarter inch in diameter.

Standard breast implants are designed to create volume, not 
projection.  I wanted both.  The design Dr. Green and I had come 
up with used two implants for each breast.  A normal spherical 
implant gave volume, making Suzi's tits round and firm.  On top 
of this stood a smaller implant, which pushed the areola into a 
conical shape and thrust the nipples outward.  The overall effect 
was a pair of breasts designed for fucking and sucking.  They 
were quite obviously artificial, as was fitting for the tits of a slut.

I reached out and rubbed one of the nipples, rolling it between my 
fingers.  Suzi moaned in her sleep.  Bending over, I ran my 
tongue aroundit, simultaneously playing with her other nipple.  
God, it was so delicious.

Suzi woke and looked at me, and then at her chest.  She 
squealed in delight.  "Oh, Suzi's tits are so big!  Now Suzi can be 
a real slut!"

My jeans were threatening to burst.  Moving quickly, I opened the 
bag I had carried in with me and pulled out a pair of Suzi's fire-
engine red six-inch heels.  I slipped them quickly over her feet, 
covering them with the hospital blanket.  

She would need those later, and besides, she might have a hard 
time enjoying sex without them. Returning to the head of the bed, 
I unzipped my pants and thrust my cock into Suzi's face.  "Suck 
your master's cock, slut, and I'll fuck your new tits."

Suzi eagerly took me into her mouth, running her tongue around 
my cock with a new eagerness.  She gripped my shaft with one 
hand as her lips slid up and down its length.  With her free hand, 
she rubbed one of her tits, moaning softly to herself.

I was hard in no time, and eagerly swung myself up on to the 
bed, sitting astride her stomach and laying my cock in the deep 
furrow between Suzi's boobs.  Her hands went to her tits and she 
squeezed them around my cock, rolling her nipples between her 
fingers.  She squealed in pleasure as I slowly began to slide my 
lubricated cock back and forth between her tits.  Suzi continued 
massaging my cock with her boobs, giving my cockhead a tickle 
with her tongue every time it thrust toward her mouth.

I concentrated on fucking her tits as I thought about what I'd 
accomplished.  Suzi had had been acting like a slut for nearly a 
year now, almost since I'd met her.  She had been dressing like a 
slut for most of that time, as well.  And she'd been talking like a 
slut ever since she'd moved in about a month and a half ago.  But 
up until the operation, it could have all been an act.  Now it was 
real.  Now she had the body of a slut.  And there was no way 
Suzanne could escape that.

I fucked Suzi's tits as hard as I could, slamming my cock in and 
out of the tight canyon between them.  Suzi moaned louder and 
louder as her orgasm built.  

My cock exploded with pressure, and sticky strings of come shot 
from its tip onto Suzi's lust-filled face.  The familiar taste and feel 
of my come sent her over the edge into an intense orgasm.

She tried to gather as much of it up as possible and swallow it, 
but inevitably some of it dribbled into her hair.  After I had 
recovered from my orgasm, I got off the bed and wiped off her 
face with some paper towels.  She looked at me adoringly.  "Can 
Suzi be as good a slut as the whores in the videos now?" she 
asked.

"Even better," I responded, smiling and continuing to wipe my 
come off her face.  Just as I was finishing, Dr. Green came in.

"Well, everything looks fine.  Suzi, you can go tonight, if you'd 
like."

"Yes, please," Suzanne responded.

"Thank you doctor," I said, "You did a great job."  Green 
shrugged modestly at this.  I turned to Suzi.  "Suzi, why don't you 
thank Dr. Green, okay?"

Suzi smiled happily.  Without a word, she got up from the bed, 
exposing her naked body, and strode across the room.  Her heels 
clicked on the floor as her ass swayed from side to side.  Her new 
tits jiggled slightly with the walk.  Green's jaw dropped.

Suzi stopped in front of him and sunk to a crouch in front of his 
pants.  Deftly unzipping his fly, she pulled out his soft, but rapidly 
hardening cock.  "Oooooh, Dr. Green, can Suzi suck your cock?" 
she asked innocently, looking up at him with a pleading 
expression.

"G-go ahead.," he responded.  Suzi wasted no time wrapping her 
lips around Dr. Green's shaft.

"I'll be in the waiting room," I announced.  "Have her back to me 
in half an hour, okay, doc?" 

Suzanne's New Career
Chapter 7
=========
The Finishing Touch


Suzi came out to the waiting room and rejoined me half an hour 
later, a trickle of semen running down her leg.  Good, I thought. 
Dr. Green deserved that for the quality of the work he'd done.

For the next three days I fucked Suzi silly, making as much use 
as I could of her mouth, cunt, ass, and especially her tits, even 
when I wasn't fucking them.  When I reamed her cunt from 
behind, I would always reach underneath her and cup her 
breasts, savoring the feeling of their full roundness in my hands, 
tweaking and rubbing the always-erect nipples.

Suzi loved her new tits even more than I did.  The implants had 
stretched the skin on her chest quite a bit, and that, combined 
with the areola implants, made her nipples extremely sensitive. 
Whenever she got a chance, she would pop one nipple out of 
whatever clothes she was wearing at the time and play with it 
absentmindedly, softly moaning to herself as she did so.

The most amazing effect, though, had to do with her clothing. 
Even after I bought her some new clothes for her new body, it 
was still a tight fit to keep her tits inside anything.  As a result, her 
already sensitive nipples were under enormous pressure as her 
clothing strained to contain her boobs.  I had worried at first that 
this might be a painful experience.

It turned out, though, that the tight squeeze of her clothes on her 
nipples actually had an arousing effect.  It couldn't bring her to 
orgasm by itself, but it was enough to keep her mildly horny most 
of the day.  

Suzi enjoyed wearing tight clothes, because these created the 
most pressure on her tits.  One extremely benificial side effect of 
this whole thing was that the constant stimulation meant that the 
slutty half of her personality was more often in control. 

In fact, the Suzanne half of her personality almost completely 
disappeared from view, generally appearing only in the morning 
right sfter she'd woken up or late at night when she was 
undressing to go to bed.  When I did see her, she was even more 
morose than usual.

After her three-day vacation was up, I returned Suzi to the gang-
bang circuit.  She was more popular than ever at bachelor parties 
and casual celebrations.  I raised the price to $1500 and she was 
still booked solid weeks in advance.  My investment was really 
starting to pay off.

After a month or so, I auditioned Suzi for an appearance at a 
local strip bar, the California.  She was well-practiced by now, and 
I knew she'd get the gig rather easily.  Just to be sure, though, I 
cleared her engagements the two nights before the audition, so 
she'd be well-rested and extra horny.

The afternoon of the audition came.  Suzi performed flawlessy for 
an audience of half a dozen people -- the manager, a few 
employess preparing for the night's business, and myself.  At the 
end of the routine, Suzi lay in a breathtaking pose across a chair, 
her back arched, massive tits thrust skyward, pussy exposed and 
wet, and a seductive smile on her face.  The manager jumped to 
his feet and applauded.

I took him back to the dressing room to meet Suzi.  "Lenny, I'd 
like you to meet Suzi.  Suzi, this is Mr. Hargraves, the manager of 
the bar,"

"My pleasure," Lenny said politely, holding his hand out to shake.
Suzi ignored his greeting and fell to her knees in front of him, her 
hands busily unzipping his pants.  Lenny looked at me 
questioningly.  I shrugged.  Suzi extracted his hard cock from the 
confines of his pants and looked at it eagerly.

"Ohhhh, it's so big, Mr. Hargraves," Suzi squealed.  "Suzi wants 
it.  Can Suzi please suck on your hard cock?"

Lenny looked at me in amazement.  I shrugged again.  "It's her 
way of introducing herself," I said matter-of-factly.  "She really 
likes it."

Lenny looked back down at Suzi, who was looking up at him with 
pleading eyes.  "Yes, go ahead, Suzi, suck my cock."

Suzi took Lenny's dick into her mouth and began sucking it, her 
head bobbing up and down on his shaft.  She hadn't been lying 
when she said it was big, either.  It was over nine inches long, 
probably the biggest cock she'd ever seen.  But she was still able 
to deep-throat him.  When she took him all the way down, her lips 
touched his pubic hair.  Her tongue would dart out and tickle his 
balls from time to time.

After a few minutes of this, Lenny was on the verge of coming. 
Suzi took her mouth off his shaft and held it in her hand, stroking 
it gently, holding him on the brink of orgasm.  Lenny was in a 
daze.

"Now, then, Lenny, I want $500 a night for Suzi to perform here," I 
stated, as though this was a perfectly normal situation in which to 
discuss business.

Lenny was riding high from Suzi's blowjob, but he wasn't out of 
his mind enough not to argue.  "N-no way.  T-two-fifty, tops." Suzi 
continued to stroke his cock, tantalizing him.

"If you want to come in that pretty little mouth, Lenny, I suggest 
you agree to my offer," I responded.  We stood there in silence 
for a moment, Lenny muttering to himself while Suzi gently 
rubbed his erect prick.

"All right," he said at last, "F-four hundred.  But that's as h-h-high 
as I go."

I decided to put my golden chip on the table.  "Five hundred, 
Lenny, and you get to fuck Suzi every night she appears."

Suzi squealed in delight at this.  "Oh, please, Mr. Hargraves, Suzi 
wants to have her tight, wet pussy filled with your big, hard cock 
before she dances.  Please, please, please!  Suzi wants to be 
fucked!"  I'd rehearsed this with her before the audition, but I 
could see by the gleam in her eye that her excitement was 
genuine.  She really was eager for the chance to get this large 
prick in her cunt on a regular basis.

Real or faked, Suzi's words were enough to send Lenny over the 
edge.  "Okay, it's a d-deal.  Five hundred."

"Thank you, Mr. Hargraves.  A pleasure doing business with you.  
Go ahead, Suzi."

Suzi immediately pounced on his cock, sucking hard.  Within 
fifteen seconds, Lenny was coming.  Some of his jism escaped 
from Suzi's mouth and rolled down her chin.  She shook in 
orgasm.

"Th-that was unbelieveable," Lenny muttered.

Lenny and I spent the next fifteen minutes ironing out the details 
of the contract.  Suzi was to appear every Thursday as the 
featured performer, doing four half-hour shows starting every two 
hours from six in the evening to midnight.  
She would have her own private dressing room for the night, to 
relax between shows.  As her manager, I would be paid $500 per 
night, in addition to whatever tips Suzi earned while dancing.  And 
Lenny would get to fuck her each night before her first show.  

The contract would last for three months, after which we could 
renegotiate.  The whole time we were discussing these matters, 
Suzi had been stroking Lenny's cock, bringing him back to 
erection.

"Well," I said, "it's been a pleasure doing business with you, 
Lenny.  I'm going to go out to the bar and have a drink.  Why 
don't you two get to know each other a little better?"  With that, I 
walked out the door of the dressing room, closing it behind me.

I returned fifteen minutes later to find Suzi sitting on the edge of 
the makeup table, her legs draped over Lenny's shoulders, and 
her glistening cunt filled with Lenny's thick meat.  "Yes, Mr. 
Hargraves, yes!" Suzi yelled in her squeaky new voice.  "Fuck 
Suzi's hot, went cunt with your hard cock!  Oh, that feels so good! 
Fuck Suzi!"

Lenny was going at it as hard as he could.  Soon, between Suzi's 
exhortations and the invigorating massage her cunt was giving 
his prick, Lenny came.  His sticky white come flowed out of the 
corners of Suzi's cunt, dripping onto the table.  Suzi's dirty talk 
turned into unintelligible groans as she came herself.  Lenny 
collapsed into a chair, exhausted.  "You are some incredible fuck, 
Suzi!"

I collected Suzi and we left.  The whole scene had gotten me so 
excited that before we got into my car to leave, I fucked her on 
the hood, in broad daylight.  Suzi, of course, was as eager as 
ever.

What a fabulous little slut I had.
A couple days later, Suzi made her debut performance. The 
crowd whooped and hollered as she strode onto the stage in her 
"candy" outfit, supplemented by a red-and-white jacket.  She 
pranced around on her heels to the tune of "I Know What Boys 
Like" for awhile, slowly removing the jacket, skirt, and top.  Each 
step in undressing was greeted by a roar of applause and hooting 
from the male audience.  The crowd went wild when she began 
removing her black lace underwear, cupping her breasts and 
teasing her pussy.  She finished the routine draped across the 
chair, wearing nothing but the striped socks, the heels, the polka-
dot gloves, and the bow in her hair.  Her breasts heaved and her 
cunt glistened with wetness.

I rushed backstage to meet her.  I hurried into her to her dressing 
room and closed the door.  "That was fantastic, slut.  Now suck 
my cock."  Suzi pulled my raging hard-on out of my pants and 
eagerly serviced it.  When I was good and hard, I removed my 
cock from her mouth, lay her on her back, and fucked her brains 
out.  "Yes, yes! Suzi's cunt is so hot and wet from dancing, and 
her master's cock feels so good filling it up!  Fuck your slutty little 
whore, master, give it to your bitch!"  I exploded in her cunt, my 
hot jism filling her up.

After I was done, I gave her a minute to recover and then went 
out into the hall, closing the door behind me.  A crowd of men 
were standing outside, all eager to get in and talk to Suzi.  "One 
at a time, gentlemen, one at a time!" I yelled.  "Five dollars to talk 
to Suzi for five minutes."  This dissuaded some of them, but not 
many.  I grabbed the first bill held in front of me, and ushered the 
lucky holder inside, closing the door behing us.

Inside stood Suzi, still in a state of undress.  Her breasts moved 
gently up and down as she breathed.  The guy I had brought in, 
who looked to be in his early twenties, looked at her and lost his 
cool.  "Uh... c-could I have your autograph, ma'am?"

Suzi smiled and took the paper and pen he held out.  She signed 
the paper with a big "Suzi" and handed them back.

"Gee, th-thanks.  You were really g-great out..." he began, but 
was cut off by Suzi's hands on his crotch.  She crouched in front 
of him, fingers deftly unzipping his fly.  His erect cock sprung up 
into her face.

Suzi looked up at him.  "Can Suzi suck your cock?"  He was 
stunned, and made no reply, just staring at her pleading face. 
"Please?  Suzi wants your hard cock in her mouth so bad."

"O-okay," he stammered.

Suzi gave him a blowjob, bringing him quickly and skillfully to 
orgasm.  He came in her mouth, his knees shaking.  Suzi eagerly 
swallowed his come.  When he was done, I led him back outside 
and closed the door.

The crowd outside saw the dazed look on his face.  He was 
bombarded with questions from people who wanted to know what 
had happened.  Slowly, they figured it out and began clamoring 
even more fervently to see Suzi.  Taking advantage of the 
increase in demand, I jacked up the price.  "The price is now fifty 
dollars for five minutes."  The crowd barely let up.  Wads of cash 
were thrust into my face.

I started cycling guys in to see Suzi.  I always stayed inside the 
whole time.  Sometimes they chose to have a blowjob, 
sometimes they wanted to fuck her.  Either way, Suzi was able to 
quickly bring them off, despite the fact that many of them had 
already come once jacking off to her performance on stage.

After ten guys had made use of her, and I was $500 richer, I cut it 
short to give Suzi time to rest.  Her next show started half an hour 
later, and was recieved every bit as warmly as the first.  
I jacked the price of five minutes with Suzi up to $60 after that 
one, and $75 after her 10:00 show.  Each time I got ten guys in 
and out of Suzi's dressing room in under an hour.  All of them left 
very happy.

After making another $750 selling her body after the midnight 
show, I shut down and collected my money from Lenny.  I let him 
make use of Suzi one more time before we left.  Between the 
normal payment for the performance and the money I raked in 
charging admission, I cleared over $3000 that night.  No doubt 
about it, this slut was going to make me a lot of money.

Later that week I decided to spend some of that money to finish 
the construction of Suzi's body, so I scheduled an appointment 
with Dr. Green for an afternoon.  I told him to be ready to perform 
a few non-surgical procedures on Suzi.  He balked at first, but 
acquiesced after I reminded him how much I'd paid him last time, 
and made it clear I was willing to repeat that if he was 
cooperative. 

Dr. Green greeted us warmly at the door of his office.  Suzi gave 
him a hug and a deep, lustful kiss, quickly squeezing his crotch 
with her hand for emphasis.  Green moaned at her touch.

Green showed Suzi to a deep, comfortable dentist's chair and 
began dosing her mouth with novocain while I explained what I 
was after.  Dr. Green had realized after Suzi's last bit of surgery 
that I was the one in charge, and so I didn't bother with the 
charade of pretending that Suzi was getting this done on her own 
initiative.

While Suzi was getting gassed up, Dr. Green and I discussed 
exactly what I wanted, what effect I was trying to achieve.  Green 
asked a few questions and made a few suggestions, and 
between the two of us we settled on what he was going to do.  

After we had reached an agreement, I shook Green's hand and 
left the office, allowing him to work undisturbed.  I spent the 
afternoon at a few beauty-supply stores, picking up some things 
Suzi would need later on.  I returned to the clinic late that 
afternoon.  Dr. Green came out to the waiting room to meet me, 
and showed me back into the room where Suzi lay on the chair.

Suzi's face was nothing short of a work of art.  Previously, her 
eyebrows had been thick and blonde.  Now, thanks to some 
skilled electrolysis work on Dr. Green's part, as well as some 
black dye, they had been reduced to two dark lines over her eyes, 
starting at almost their previous thickness on the inside and 
tapering to nothing as they arched ever so slightly above her 
eyes.

The eyes themselves were different, as well.  Suzanne's eyes 
had always been big and bright, wide open.  Dr. Green had 
applied a soothing cream to the skin of her eyelids, causing the 
muscles in them to relax.  As a result, her eyelids were incapable 
of opening fully, fixing her face with a cheap, whorish look.

Green's crowning achievement was her lips.  He had given her a 
pair of collagen injections, causing her lips to expand.  They were 
now fixed in a permanent pout, forever hungry for cock.  Green 
had created a masterpiece, the face of a true slut.  I stroked her 
forehead gently as Suzi gazed up at me adoringly.

I noticed Green had a bulge in his pants.  I was horny, too, but 
decided to save mine until just a little later.  So I wrote Green a 
check for twenty thousand dollars and handed it to him.  "Now, 
Suzi, how do we say thanks to the doctor?" I asked.

After we got home, I ushered Suzi into the shower and told her to 
wash her hair.  She seemed a bit puzzled by this request, but as 
usual, she obeyed without question.  When she got out, I had her 
towel her hair half dry and sit down in front of the mirror.
I pulled a box of hair bleach out of the bag and handed it to her.  
"Put this in your hair.  I want you to rub it in really well, and get it 
all over your hair.  Then I want you sit here until I get back.  You 
can play with yourself, but don't come.  Got it?"

"Yes, master."  Suzi, intrigued, opened the box and removed a 
small bottle.  I left her to her work.

Half an hour later, I returned to find Suzi sitting patiently in front of 
the mirror.  Her hair was well-soaked with the solution, and she 
was playing idly with her left nipple, a smile of pleasure on her 
face.  The room stank to high heaven of hydrogen peroxide.  Her 
hair looked faintly lighter, but it was difficult to tell, since it was 
wet.  I instructed Suzi to rinse her hair well and then wash it 
again, dry it, and style it as usual.  Then she was to come out to 
the living room.

She emerged an hour later, and I was awestruck.  Her hair, 
formerly a honey blonde, was now a bright platinum shade, and 
fell over her shoulders in lustrous waves.  Her fat, pouting lips 
shone a bright, shiny pink.  

Large plastic hoops dangled from her ears.  Her breasts strained 
against a black mesh bodysuit, and her six-inch spiked heels 
glistened as they clacked across the floor.  She had long been 
the perfect slut, and now she had the perfect body to match.

I sat up and looked at her.  "Come here and suck my cock, slut," I 
commanded.

"Yes, master," she responded, walking over to me, heels clicking 
on the floor, ass swaying as she walked, tits bouncing ever so 
slightly inside the mesh.  Glossy pink fingernails glistened as she 
deftly unzipped my fly, freeing my erection.  Suzi eagerly wrapped 
her shiny, pouting lips around shaft and began to pump it in and 
out of her mouth.  
I grabbed the neckline of the bodysuit and pulled it down below 
her tits.  Slowly, I fondled her nipples, giving them an occasional 
squeeze.

It was wonderful.  My sex toy was now complete.  Suzanne was 
imprisoned, trapped in a body designed for one purpose - to be 
fucked. The lips caressing my cock were those of a slut, and that 
was what she would be, forever.  She had no choice anymore.

I felt myself about to come.  "I'm going to come on your face, 
slut."  My bleach-blonde bitch let my cock slowly out of her mouth 
and aimed it at her face.  Gently, her fingers stroked it, fueling my 
orgasm.  I came explosively, my jism squirting all over her 
upturned face.  As she had countless times in the past, Suzi ran 
her fingers across her face, wiping up all she could and bringing it 
to her mouth. I smiled.  I had done it.

Suzi was a phenomenal success at The California, and soon got 
several more job offers from other strip clubs in the area.  Soon 
she was performing weekly at a total of four clubs.  These ranged 
from a bar geared toward college students, where she typically 
pulled in $2500 a night, up to a pricey executive club, where I 
sold her time at $200 for ten minutes (I knew that older men 
would want a more relaxed fuck) and raked in a total of $6000 per 
night. 

She continued to service private parties two nights each week. I 
raised the price for private appearances to $2000 and she was 
still booked solid.  I could easily have raised the price on these to 
$5000 and had no trouble finding clients.  Doing that, however, 
would mean that most of her customers would be older men, who 
were less frisky and less imaginative about their sex, and I 
wanted to make sure Suzi got as much use as possible, in as 
many ways as possible.  And it's not like I was desperate for the 
money anyway.  Suzi was earning me close to $20,000 a week 
as it was.
The remaining night I reserved her for myself.  Beacuse of her 
constant engagements, I was getting less and less time to fuck 
her, and I needed a full day to make up for it.  Typically I would 
spend six solid hours on these days using my bitch every way I 
could.  It was on one of these nights that I saw Suzanne for the 
last time.

I had eaten dinner and fucked Suzi just an hour earlier, and 
already I was horny again.  Normally I gave her a couple hours 
alone in the living room to watch one of her porn movies, but 
something was stirring in me, and I really felt like using my bitch.

So I went out to the living room, expecting to find her lying on the 
couch watching a movie.  But she wasn't there.  I checked the 
kitchen, the dining room, and her practice room, and still couldn't 
find her.  I went into the bedroom and checked around.  Still no 
sign. I was starting to get worried when I heard a soft noise from 
the bathroom.

Pressing my ear to the door, I listened.  It was the sound of 
crying, a gentle sobbing noise, as though she was trying to keep 
from crying, but failing.  Slowly, I pushed the door open.

Suzi stood inside, looking at herself in the mirror, crying softly.  
Her face was red, and tears rolled down her cheeks.  One hand 
rested on the counter, and the other held the catalog.

The catalog.  I'd forgotten about it.  I'd left it in the drawer of her 
vanity after I'd discovered it, so as not to tip her off that I'd found 
it, and after that I'd forgotten it. 

I walked up behind her.  She noticed me, but didn't react, just 
stood there, crying.  I looked down at the catalog in her hand. It 
was open to the page with the picture of the happy young family. 
Here and there the page was wet with tears.

"That's over, Suzanne," I said softly, calling her by that name for 
the first time in several months.  "You can't go back to that 
anymore." I said softly.

"Let me go," she said, surprisingly calmly.

I laughed.  "Go where?  What would you do?"

"I... I had a job... before..."

I laughed again, even louder.  Grasping the catalog, I thrust it into 
her face.  "Look at the woman in this picture.  Look at her! Now 
look in the mirror!"  

I grabbed her body and turned her to face the mirror.  "You can't 
be a model anymore.  Do you think anyone would hire you, 
looking like this?"

She started to cry again.

I pressed on.  "All you can be now, with that body, is a slut. Don't 
try to be Suzanne.  Just let yourself be Suzi.  Suzi enjoys being a 
slut.  Why fight it?"

Her response was barely a whisper.  "You bastard."

Once more I laughed.  "Come on, now, that's no way to talk to the 
man who showed you how to enjoy yourself, is it?"

She turned and screamed at me.  "You forced me into this, you 
fucker!  You gave me those drugs and manipulated me into 
becoming what you wanted!  You turned me into..."  She broke 
off and looked into the mirror, crying again.

"A slut?"  I asked.  "Suzanne, I didn't make you do anything you 
didn't want to do."
"Do you think I wanted to look like... like this?" she screamed.  
"Like some sort of whore?"

"Deep inside, you've always wanted to be a whore.  You just 
needed me to show you the way."

"That's not true!"

"Do you really think I could have made you do something you 
didn't really, deep inside, want to do?"

"I DIDN'T WANT THIS!"

"Suck my cock," I commanded.

"WHAT?"

"You heard me.  Suck my cock."

She stopped screaming.  "N-no.  I... I won't."

"Suck my cock, bitch."

Color rushed to her cheeks.  "N-no.  Never... never."

"Suck my cock, you cheap little slut."

"Ohhhhhh..."  With a moan of almost orgasmic release, she bent 
down to kneel in front of me.  

Frantically unzipping my pants, she took my cock into her mouth 
and began sucking on it, pumping it back and forth between her 
thick red lips.       

"Good slut," I said, patting her on the head.  "Good little slut."

Epilogue
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I watched from my chair as Suzi's head pumped up and down on 
the thick cock in her mouth.  Her luscious red lips slid back and 
forth along its length, almost closing at one end of each stroke, 
and nuzzling Jimmy's balls at the other end.  Jimmy's hand 
rested on one side of her head, guiding her along his meaty prick.

Suzi's popularity continued to grow.  Soon she was making me 
fourty thousand dollars a week.  Men were willing to pay 
outrageous amounts of money just for a chance to nail the blonde 
cream-dream who would fuck anyone that asked.

Naturally, the offers came in from the porno industry, first the 
magazines, and soon the movie companies.  Suzi made several 
appearances in soft-core porn magazines, the type that printed 
eight or ten pages of pictures of her spreading her cunt and 
fondling her tits, along with some made-up quotes about how 
much she loved to suck dick, or get her pussy pounded.  She 
was probably the only woman ever to appear in those magazines 
for whom the quotes were even remotely accurate.

I took a hard line negotiating Suzi's movie appearances, insisting 
on $2,000 per movie up front, plus royalties per copy sold. Most 
of the companies balked at this at first, but I got a few to come 
around.  Flying out to visit the executives personally and having 
Suzi give them blowjobs probably helped a lot.  For some reason, 
most men have no willpower when a hot bitch like Suzi is keeping 
them on the edge of orgasm.

Suzi's pretty face, her wet-dream body, her brainless bimbo 
personality, and her enthusiasm for fucking and sucking made 
her an instant success in adult films.  Directors sought me out to 
get her to star in their films; it became common wisdom that any 
movie with Suzi in it was a guaranteed blockbuster.  
I was selective about which offers I accepted; after her first few 
videos broke records, I set her price at $8,000 per film plus a 
large cut in royalties and control over future use of footage.  
Since most films were shot in a day, this was nearly as lucrative 
in the short term as stripping, and the royalties made for a long-
term windfall.

Furthermore, the movie appearances made her that much more 
popular as a stripper.  At the time her tenth movie broke all 
records for adult video sales, Suzi Slut was capable of pulling in 
$20,000 a night stripping and fucking backstage.  (Her stage 
name was Suzi Slick, but her reputation for fucking almost 
everyone had earned her the unofficial last name "Slut."  Even 
the announcers at her gigs often "mispronounced" her last name 
as she came onstage.)

As for Suzanne, I never was sure what had happened.  That 
evening in the bathroom, I'd pressed her up against the wall and 
pounded her pussy until Suzi came in the most violent orgasm 
she'd ever experienced.  The thing is, I don't think it was Suzi that 
I'd fucked that night.  I think it was Suzanne.

She'd bucked and writhed frantically, fucking back at me as hard 
as she could, squeezing her cunt around my cock and orgasming 
as I came in her pussy.  But she hadn't let out with the usual 
string of dirty talk, the exhortations to "fuck your slut harder", or 
the high squeals of pleasure that were Suzi's trademarks.  

Rather, she'd just let out a string of soft, passionate moans and 
grunts, like she had the very first night I'd fucked her, so long 
ago.

And her orgasm felt different too.  Suzi's orgasms were intense, 
and she enjoyed them immensely, but it was the enjoyment of an 
old, familiar pleasure.  Her enjoyment that night in the bathroom 
had seemed different.  
More like the enjoyment of a new and almost unexpected 
pleasure.  Like she was getting fucked for the very first time.

From then on, Suzi reigned supreme.  Always eager to please, 
never tired or upset.  Good old fuckable Suzi, the well-practiced 
slut with the wet-dream body who craved cock.  Suzanne's dour, 
tired mood never intruded.

But sometimes, occasionally, Suzi was different when she was 
being fucked.  It always happened when she first had a cock 
stuck inside her.  Her dirty talk would trail off, and she would be 
silent. Slowly, she would begin giving those soft grunts that I'd 
heard in the beginning, the moans that seemed to express 
surprise at her own pleasure.  Her fucking would seem less 
experienced, less skilled, but filled with a certain raw enthusiasm 
that was something beyond what Suzi could normally put in.  It 
was like she knew all the techniques, but had never practiced 
them.  As though an experienced friend was teaching he how to 
fuck.  It always happened when I wasn't expecting it, and after 
she'd finished coming, she was always back to normal. But I 
could always swear that I'd been screwing someone very 
different.

As Jimmy approached orgasm, Suzi let his cock out of her mouth 
and rested its head on her outstretched tongue.  She jacked her 
hand up and down its length as he muttered, "Oh, yeah, baby, I'm 
gonna come, you ready for it?  Ready for my come, baby?"  Suzi, 
unable to speak with his cock resting on her tongue, could only 
nod enthusiastically.  "Here it comes, babe!" Jimmy said as his 
cock erupted with jism.

Some of the semen went into Suzi's mouth.  Some of splashed 
on her cheeks or her upper lip.  She continued to jack Jimmy's 
shaft as his sperm sprayed into her mouth.  When his orgasm 
subsided, she closed her mouth and began to spread soft kisses 
over his cock.  
The jism in her mouth slowly dribbled out, coating her lips and 
mouth in a layer of creamy white come.  She gave the camera 
that slutty look that had helped make her the highest-grossing 
adult film star of the previous year, and had made me a 
multimillionaire.

"That's a wrap!" the director yelled.  The exhausted Jimmy Wood 
got up and left immediately, heading back to his dressing room. 
Male porn stars were probably the most sexually exhausted 
people in the world. 

Suzi, however, wasn't through yet.  She crawled on her hands 
and knees over to the director's chair and began to unzip his fly. 
His cock, excited by the hours of watching the filming, sprang 
fully erect from his pants.

"Ooooooh," Suzi purred, "Your cock is so big, Mr. Edmonds." The 
size of his cock shouldn't have come as any surprise to Suzi. 

She'd starred in films directed by him before, and had hence 
sucked his meaty cock several times, as well as having it 
crammed up her pussy more than once.  But it was part of the 
act.  

Duane Edmonds knew she was faking her surprise, but he 
enjoyed it nonetheless.  

"Would you like me to fuck you with it, Suzi?  Would you like to 
feel my thick cock in your hot, wet pussy?" he asked, continuing 
the game.

"Oooooh, yes!" she squealed.  "Suzi would love that!  Please fill 
Suzi's wet pussy with your hard cock, Mr. Edmonds!"  Suzi turned 
around as she spoke, dropping to her hands and knees and 
presenting her dripping pussy to him.  "Please fuck Suzi with your 
cock!  Ohhhh!"
She moaned in pleasure as Edmonds, now on his knees behind 
her, slammed his cock into her glistening cunt.  The other men on 
the set gathered round, waiting their turn.  The director always got 
to go first, but after that, anyone who could get their dick into a 
free hole on Suzi's body was welcome to use it.  Suzi was 
popular with the production crews.  These sessions usually ended 
with an exhausted Suzi lying contentedly on the floor, her face, 
tits, cunt and ass dripping with come.

I took in the sight before me.  Suzi was a true slut, without a care 
in the world beyond where her next wad of jism was coming from. 
I wondered what I'd do with her once her popularity died down. 
Probably marry her off to some rich guy who knew how to show 
her a good time.  I'd hang on to the rights to her movies, of 
course.  And then?  Probably start all over again with someone 
else.  After all, I had the technique pretty much down pat.  I had 
my eye on this aspiring model...

Suzi let out a loud moan as Edmonds pulled out of her.  She 
rolled over and lay on her stomach as he positioned himself 
above her face.  Her hand went to his cock and jacked it 
furiously.  With a cry of pleasure, he came, spilling sticky ropes of 
come across her face and tits.  Suzi used her free hand to move 
as much as she could to her mouth, slurping it up.

Edmonds stood up and walked away.  One of the crewmen 
shoved his rock-hard cock into her pussy, while several more 
dangled their pricks over her face.  Suzi took one at random and 
began slurping on it.  She lay there for a long time, taking a 
series of cocks into her mouth and pussy and making each one 
give up its load of come.  She was in heaven.

I smiled.  For now, Suzi was more than enough slut to keep me 
happy. 
 



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