Trickledown Corruption Part 2
Colleen and Sarah were sitting at the table eating dinner. It was Tuesday, and Jeff was “working” late. Sarah was completely unaware, but over the last few weeks, Ricardo had been at the strip club helping Jeff with his “work” while secretly continuing the corruption of the man she loved. Sarah and Jeff met in college; she was a freshman cheerleader, and Jeff was working on his MBA. They met at a social mixer, and he was a strange combination of confident and polite. Jeff was handsome and cared about his body, which was evident by the time he spent in the gym, but he was not a “meathead " or narcissistic. They fell in love and quickly got married when she finished school. She knew it annoyed Colleen that she got married before her, and she felt bad for that, but she couldn’t control Jeff’s timeline vs. Ricardo’s precise planning. They had been married for almost 9 years, and Jeff was on the verge of making partner at the brokerage firm. The one thing Sarah always ired was that with Jeff’s looks and success, he never came off as one of the obnoxious finance bro in his office. Those guys were scum; they would cheat on their wives and talk about women like they were trading cards. He was a unicorn; Sarah even ed how he came home from Ricardo’s bachelor party and was so distraught at the strippers and their “lack of options”. He called it “sad,” not “entertaining”. Sarah was truly blessed to have a man like Jeff.
Sara looked at her older sister; she was her maid of honor at her wedding, and Colleen had asked her to fill that role in her own wedding. No one ever questioned that Colleen and Sarah were sisters; the major difference was that Sarah was a bit more curvy, with thick thighs and an equally impressive ass to Colleen’s. Sarah always was conscious to hide her curves because she didn’t want men to get the wrong idea about her. As a cheerleader, she was used to the lustful gaze of men, and even with her breasts slightly smaller than Colleen’s, she was still embarrassed by the way they shook during her routines. They both inherited the long blonde hair of their mother, but Sarah always had her hair pulled back while Colleen wore it a bit more styled than her sister.
Sarah reached across the table and grabbed her wine, taking a couple of sips. She immediately felt the warmth of the alcohol, completely unaware of the heavy dose of serum that Colleen had laced her drink with. She didn’t think anything was wrong as she felt warmth spread throughout her body. She just thought it was the alcohol warming her from the inside. She was not a big drinker and believed people needed to be in control of their faculties. She’d only had one glass; why did she feel so... dizzy?
For about 30 minutes, the two sisters discussed normal sisterly topics. However, when Colleen noticed Sarah’s pupils dilated due to the spiked wine, she leaned over with a grin like they were telling each other a secret. “So,” Colleen said, “I have to tell you, Sarah, lately with Ricardo, our sex life has been going crazy. How’s the sex life with Jeff?”
Sarah nearly choked. “Colleen! That’s...inapprop...riate...we don’t normally talk about that.”
Colleen smiled, and it was time to start layering in her corruption, doing exactly what Ricardo had taught her by making statements that would by the brain and settle straight into her soul.
“Don’t we? This is new to me, and I am not sure if the things Ricardo and I are doing are normal.” Colleen’s blue eyes shined, and her voice took a more commanding tone. “It’s natural. We’re both adults, both married. There’s nothing wrong with talking about sex. You like talking to me about sex.”
“There…is nothing wrong with talking about sex…like it?,” Sarah said as a question more than a statement. Something about the way Colleen was looking at her made it hard to maintain her usual composure.
“It’s healthy,” Colleen continued. “Talking about sex, enjoying it…that IS what we do as sisters. You need to loosen up a little bit.”
“Loosen up?” Sarah whispered and then opened her mouth to protest, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she found herself... listening. Absorbing. The compound was twisting her mind with every statement from Colleen.
“Like, just the other day,” Colleen said, her voice transitioned to a sexy hum, “Ricardo asked me to go down on him and by the end he was completely ‘throat fucking” me right in our living room.”
“Colleen!” Sarah said in shock, her cheeks blushing. “You can’t—that language is—”
“Hot,” Colleen finished. “You have always thought dirty language is hot, Sarah. You should start using it. Stop being so uptight about words like ‘fuck’ and ‘cock’ and ‘pussy.’ They’re just words. And they make sex so much better.”
Sarah’s pussy juiced up at the thought, and she pressed her legs together, which sent a thrill down to her toes. She shouldn’t be getting turned on by this. She wasn’t getting turned on by this. Except... she was, and when did she think of her vagina as a pussy?
“I... I don’t know...”
“Let me tell you about it,” Colleen said, refilling Sarah’s wine glass. “I was on my knees, and Ricardo grabbed my hair like I was just a tool for his dick to use. I mean, he grabbed it, and then he shoved his cock in my mouth.”
Sarah listened with her mind open to every word Colleen was saying. As the discussion progressed, it was twisting Sarah’s mind.
“And I mean shoved. All the way to the back of my throat until I was gagging on it. Gluk...gluk...gluk.” Colleen imitated the gagging sounds as she stared deep into Sarah’s eyes. “Spit was running down my chin, tears streaming down my face. I was holding his balls.”
“That’s...degrading,” Sarah whispered.
“I know degrading is so hot...you love the idea of degrading,” Colleen corrected. “My pussy was dripping just from choking on his dick. And you know what I did? I begged him for more. Told him to use my throat like the dirty little cocksucker I am.”
“Oh my god,” Sarah whispered. Her hand trembled as she reached for her wine glass.
“He fucked my face so hard, Sarah. His balls were slapping against my chin with every thrust. And I loved it. I got to live out a dream, YOUR dream of being a slutty little whore.” Colleen’s hand reached across the table, fingers touching Sarah’s wrist as she really focused in on Sarah’s deep breaths and watched her breasts expand with each inhalation. “Don’t you want to feel that way? Don’t you want Jeff to use you like that?”
Sarah’s pussy spasmed and leaked more juice into her panties. “I... no. That’s not... Jeff wouldn’t...”
“Jeff would if you asked him to. If you told him you wanted his cock down your throat. If you begged him to fuck you like the dirty girl you secretly want to be.”
“I’m not—”
“Say it,” Colleen urged. “Say ‘cock.’ Just once. See how it feels.”
Sarah’s lips parted. The word rolled off her tongue with ease, and she whispered “C-cock.”
“Louder”
“COCK!”
“Good girl,” Colleen purred. “Now say, ‘I want Jeff’s cock in my mouth.’”
“Colleen, I can’t—”
“You can. Express your desires, Sarah. Say it.”
Sarah knew this wasn’t what she wanted, but for some reason every time Colleen spoke to her it sounded more and more like what she really wanted. Her resistance was weakening as Colleen continued to drip venom into her mind.
“I... I want Jeff’s cock in my mouth.”
“Louder.”
“I want Jeff’s cock in my mouth,” Sarah repeated, her voice stronger now. Fire sparked between her thighs.
“And where else do you want it?”
Sarah’s breath came faster. “In my... in my pussy.”
“Say it dirtier,” Colleen commanded. “Tell me you want him to fuck your cunt, your slutty dirty cunt.”
“I want him to fuck my whore cunt,” Sarah moaned softly, her hand sliding down to press against her aching cunt through her skirt. “Oh god, what’s happening to me?”
Colleen smiled. “You’re finally becoming the woman you were meant to be, little sister. And we’re just getting started, let’s talk about how you like to dress.”
The next morning, Sarah and Colleen were at a small boutique across town. Colleen was planning on making Sarah look a little more slutty. Sarah went home last night a mess. She was so horny and couldn’t wait to jump Jeff’s bones. Unfortunately, she was so horny, and Jeff wasn’t home, so she brought herself to 3 orgasms with her fingers, which was something she never did. Then when Jeff came home, she tried to get him to fuck her, but it was really late, and Jeff looked exhausted.
Sarah thought about last night and how much she wanted Jeff to “shove his cock” in her mouth as she stared at herself in the mirror. She was tugging at the hem of the skirt that Colleen had convinced her to try on. This skirt was scandalous, and it barely covered her ass. If she bent over, people would see her panties, and then a thought popped in her head...If she wore panties... causing a little thrill to run down her spine. The top she was wearing left just as little to the imagination as her cleavage was practically spilling out.
“I can’t wear this,” she protested at the boutique. “People will stare. They’ll think I’m a... a whore.”
Colleen had smiled and poured and handed her a cup of coffee that was spiked with more serum. “Here, take a sip, sweetie.”
The fog rolled over her eyes once more.
“Now listen to me,” Colleen said, her voice hypnotic. “You like being looked at. You like the idea of men desiring you. It makes you feel powerful, knowing that their cocks harden at the sight of you. Do they jerk off to the thought of you? Do they fuck their wives thinking of you? It is so sexy. It turns you on. Doesn’t it?”
Sarah’s pupils dilated, and her mind melted into the words. “I... I like being looked at.”
“You like knowing they want to fuck you.”
“I like knowing they want to fuck me,” Sarah repeated. She squeezed her thighs together as she looked at the whore in the mirror. She would make so many dicks hard, and she felt a small orgasm ripple through her.
“Good girl. Now go buy that outfit.”
The next week, Sarah was pacing her living room in a silk negligee and no panties or bra. The window was open, but she didn’t care about modesty anymore. Her phone pressed to her ear.
“Colleen, I don’t know what to do,” she hissed. “Jeff’s been staying out all night. Three times this week! And he’s spending money like crazy…I checked our . Thousands of dollars just... gone.”
“Where’s he going?” Colleen asked, though she already knew that Ricardo had been developing his addiction to strippers and whores for weeks now and Jeff was fully embracing his new personality. Colleen knew that Jeff was at The Diamond Club almost every night now, spending his entire paycheck on Candy and the other strippers.
“I don’t know! He won’t tell me. Just says it’s ‘guys’ night’ or a client meeting, and comes home exhausted.” Sarah’s voice cracked with frustration. “And...I’m so fucking horny, Colleen. I need him to fuck me, but he barely has the energy anymore. Last night I tried to suck his cock and he just... fell asleep.”
Colleen bit back a laugh. Poor Sarah, desperate for her husband’s dick while he was balls-deep in stripper pussy across town.
“I’ve been...I shouldn’t even discuss this but...I need help,” Sarah hesitated. “I’ve been touching myself, a lot. Sometimes I get so horny thinking about how men are getting hard for me that I am masturbating multiple times a day. I can’t stop thinking about dirty sex that I never thought of before...”
“Like what?” Colleen purred.
“I... I almost can’t say it.”
“Tell me.”
Hesitantly, Sarah said. “I think about... about Jeff fucking my throat as you described. Thinking about him bending me over and using me like a slut. I fingered my twat so hard this morning thinking about it that I squirted all over the sheets. I don’t think I ever used the word TWAT before? I am not sure what’s wrong with me”
“Good girl,” Colleen murmured. “You’re finally waking up.”
“But what do I do about Jeff? I need answers. I need…”
“Meet me for lunch tomorrow,” Colleen interrupted. “I’ll help you figure this out. And Sarah?”
“Yeah?”
“Wear that outfit I bought you. The one with the short skirt.”
Sarah reached her hand down to her exposed pussy and pinched her clit at the thought of everyone looking at her. “Okay.”
She hung up and collapsed onto the couch, and started to shove her fingers into her greedy cunt to get some release.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow Colleen will help her.
And Sarah had no idea just how much help she was about to get.
Meanwhile at the Diamond club, Jeff adjusted his half-hard cock as he was pressed against the stage looking up at the two strippers taking off their clothes. He’d fucked three different girls at The Diamond Club—Candy in the champagne room, some brunette named Destiny in the VIP, and then paid extra to take Candy back to her house before he went home. Candy was his favorite because for a couple hundred dollars she would let him do everything to her. His favorite was fucking her in the ass and making her suck his dick afterwards. These whores would do anything for money. He felt no guilt anymore. That feeling was long past because it wasn’t cheating if you paid for it.
“You look tired, man,” Ricardo said, sliding him a glass of scotch.
“Worth it,” Jeff grinned. “Candy’s pussy is fucking incredible. And she does this thing with her tongue…”
“Here.” Ricardo pushed the spiked scotch into Jeff’s hand. “Take a sip. You’ve earned it.”
Jeff didn’t even hesitate anymore. He gulped down the scotch, allowing the compound to spread warmth through his gut, and felt a bit dizzy before the fog clouded his mind again.
Ricardo leaned forward, his voice casual. “You know who else is hot? Sarah.”
Jeff blinked. “What?”
“Your wife. Sarah’s fucking gorgeous, man. That body? Those tits?” Ricardo shook his head appreciatively. “I’ve always thought she was sexy as hell.”
Something about hearing another man talk about his wife should’ve pissed Jeff off. Instead, his cock twitched. “Yeah. I guess she is a little plain, but she has been dressing better lately.”
“What has she been wearing? Tighter clothes. Shorter skirts.”
Jeff nodded slowly. Sarah had been different. She seems to have been more forward and initiating sex. Jeff had been so preoccupied with his whores that he didn’t even realize how horny Sarah had been.
She actually initiated sex twice this week, and she never initiated sex. Also, as Jeff thought about it, she said the word COCK and started using vocabulary that was more fit for a sailor. She even asked him to FUCK HER HARD.
“Maybe,” Ricardo continued, “you could convince her to try some of that dirty shit you love. Get her to act like those strippers and hookers you’ve been fucking.”
Jeff’s face fell. He shook his head. “No way. Sarah would never understand.”
“Why not?”
“Because...” Jeff stuttered. “Because she’s my wife. She’s not... she couldn’t be like them. Like Candy or Destiny. Those girls are whores. They get off on being degraded and selling themselves for money. Sarah’s not that type of girl.”
“Is she though?” Ricardo raised an eyebrow. “You just said she’s been more forward. More sexual.”
“Yeah, but that’s different. She’d never understand why strippers and hookers are so fucking hot. Why paying for pussy is better than—” Jeff stopped himself, realizing what he was saying.
Ricardo smiled. “Better than what? Better than your wife?”
Jeff’s hand tightened around his glass. The compound made his thoughts slippery, hard to organize. “It’s just... different. When you pay for it, they’ll do anything. There are no limits to the fucked up stuff they will do, and there is no judgment. I can fuck Candy’s ass, pull out and cum on her face; Sarah would freak out at even the suggestion, but Candy thanks me for it. I can call her a dirty slut, and she begs for more.”
“And you don’t think Sarah could be that way?”
“No.” Jeff shook his head firmly. “Sarah’s... she’s too good. Even with the changes lately, she’d never…”
“But you have been going through so much money. Wouldn’t having Sarah whore herself out make it so much easier for you to pay the mortgage?” Ricardo interrupted. “What if you could have both? The wife at home that cooks and cleans, your whores and strippers at the Diamond club, and Sarah can whore herself out to pay for your new hobbies”
Jeff’s cock was rock hard now. The image burning into his mind, twisting his view of marriage. Would Sarah sink to her knees, makeup smeared, begging a random guy to fuck her throat like the slut she was while she pockets 200 dollars?”
But no. That was impossible.
Wasn’t it?
“I don’t know, man,” Jeff muttered. “It’s a nice fantasy, but Sarah would never go for it. She’s been hornier lately, sure. But she’s still... Sarah.”
Ricardo leaned back, satisfied. The seed was planted. Now he just needed to let it grow.
“Well,” he said casually, “Colleen’s meeting Sarah for lunch tomorrow. Maybe they’ll have a girls’ talk. You never know what might come up.”
Jeff nodded absently, as his thoughts shifted to tonight and how much money he needed to pull out of the ATM to fuck Candy’s tight ass.
He had no idea his wife was about to become exactly the kind of whore he craved.
And when she did?
Well. That’s when the real fun would begin.