Trickledown Corruption Part 3
The next day, Sarah sat at the table of a local taco restaurant. As she sat at the table waiting for her sister, she glanced around and found herself noticing men. Men by themselves, men with their significant other. All of them had one thing in common: a cross of her legs and a dangle of her heel on the edge of her toes. All of the men would notice her. She knew that her movements would make her short skirt ride up a little higher. She grinned as she saw a man, who was sitting with his wife or girlfriend, glance at her exposed thighs. Then she heard a crash from the right. She spun her head around in time to notice that a waiter ran into the corner of a table due to the distraction she was creating. The idea of these men looking at her sent a thrill straight to her pussy, cunt, twat, fuckhole. As she enjoyed the thrill, she had to wonder, when had she become such a slut for attention?
Colleen noticed Sarah immediately as she entered the restaurant. She was happy with the result as Sarah was looking very slutty and obviously enjoying the attention she was receiving. She walked to the table, thinking about how mortified her sister would have been just 3 weeks ago if she had seen herself. Colleen ed how much she struggled with her cheer uniform and the idea that people would be looking at her legs. She cried for days when she caught one of her friends’ fathers checking out her ass at practice.
“You look amazing,” She said, grinning. The prim, proper, “judgmental” Sarah was not the girl that was sitting across from her right now. What was left of her was just a slut in a tight red dress who was getting a thrill of having men stare at her. She would now bend at the waist to make sure men could see what underwear she was wearing; of course, that is assuming she was wearing underwear. Her tits would always be on display now... wait, Colleen thought briefly. “Sarah wasn’t judgmental; that was something Ricardo said…and why was she doing this to her sister? She loved her sister, didn’t she? Colleen looked around, trying to make sense of everything, but then, as she looked at what Sarah was wearing, she thought…”Ricardo’s dick would be so hard at this sight…” That was enough to drown out whatever spark of recognition was happening.
“Thanks,” Sarah smiled. “I feel... different. Like a big difference.”
“You sound different too,” Colleen noted with a smile.
Sarah blushed. “I know. I can’t stop using vulgar words. I have been thinking about sex all the time, but now when I think of penis, it is a cock, and pussy is cunt, tits are rape handles. Every time I think of a new way to describe my body or sex, I get so wet. “Is that weird?”
“It’s fucking hot,” Colleen assured her.
The waiter from before came over to take their order. Colleen was pretty sure he was going to get the order wrong because he couldn’t stop staring down Sarah’s top. Colleen slipped the serum from her purse, and as Sarah gave her order to the young waiter and smiled at the effect she was having on him, Colleen dumped some of the serum into Sarah’s glass.
Sarah’s expression changed a bit as she drank her wine, but the fog rolled in, and she shook her head as she continued to complain.
“I just wish Jeff would notice. He’s still disappearing every night. Still spending all our money on god-knows-what. Meanwhile, I am at home dressing like a whore, and he barely looks at me. When I want sex, he seems distracted.”
“Well,” Colleen suggested, “maybe it is time that you took matters into your own hands.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean... if Jeff’s not giving you attention, you can get attention elsewhere. You are hot, AND…” She looked around at the men stealing glances at her sister, “Hell you might even be able to make some money while you are doing it.”
Sarah frowned. “Like... an affair? And make money? What are you talking about?”
“Not an affair. I was thinking something just to show you that you should be appreciated. I know a girl who works at the Diamond Club and makes a ton of money stripping.”
“Stripping?What?” Sarah said in shock. “Colleen, I can’t…that’s…”
“Why not?” Colleen cut her off. “You like being looked at. You like knowing men want to fuck you. If you strip, there will be a whole room of men, throwing money at you just to see your body. Wouldn’t that feel amazing?”
“I... I don’t know. That’s so...” Sarah stuttered. “That’s degrading.”
“You love degrading, ,” Colleen said quickly; the serum in Sarah’s system made the idea very intriguing. “Think about it, Sarah. They’d be the ones desperate; every one of those men would desire you, their dicks would be hard FOR YOU.”
“But what about Jeff…”
“Jeff is spending all of your money on god knows what, and he isn’t giving you the attention you need.” Colleen interrupted. “You checked the s. You need to find a way to make money, or you won’t even make the mortgage?”
Sarah’s brain accepted Colleen’s words as if they were her own thoughts. They did need money. The credit cards were maxed out. And if Jeff keeps disappearing...
“I’ve never pole danced or stripped before,” she said.
“Guys are dumb; you just need to shake that ass and wave your tits in their face, and they will be putty in your hands.” Colleen pulled out her phone. “Let me make a call.”
“Wait, Colleen…”
But Colleen was already dialing.
Two hours later, Sarah stood outside The Diamond Club. She could hear 80’s rock music blasting from the club.
“I can’t do this.”
Colleen squeezed her hand. “Those men in there are going to shower you with appreciation and money, the two things you need. For you and Jeff, so you don’t lose the house.”
They walked inside, and Sarah scanned the room. The club was dark, with neon lights everywhere. She saw the chairs and couches, all black leather contrasting with the chrome around the stage and poles in the middle. There was a main stage and what looked like two side stages; both had poles in the center. It looked like there was a back room as well, some sort of VIP area. Girls in various forms of undress swung their legs around the poles, their bodies shiny with a combination of sweat and oil. Men sat at tables, drinks in hand, eyes glazed with lust. Sarah saw the money scattered around the stage and felt her pussy moisten.
A woman in a tight business suit approached them. Her name was Demi. She had dark hair and dark eyes. She looked like a hard life had carved the softness from her face. She wore a leather jacket and a tight tank top underneath that couldn’t hide the fake boobs that looked like they were implanted in the 80’s. They were round and high on her chest, and they looked like they moved out of sync with the rest of her body. Ricardo had given Demi a heads-up that his wife Colleen was bringing a new dancer to audition.
“Colleen? And this is...?”
“Sarah,” Colleen said. “My sister. She’s interested in auditioning.”
The woman looked Sarah up and down. “Have you ever danced before?”
“No, but...”
“She’s a natural,” Colleen interrupted. “Trust me.”
The manager smirked knowingly. She wasn’t sure what was up with Ricardo and Colleen, but ever since he started coming around, the girls had been making more money, and everyone seemed happy, so she was going to indulge this couple until she no longer needed to. “Follow me.”
She led them to a private room in the back. Music played softly—something slow and sultry. “Show me what you’ve got,” the manager said, settling into a chair.
Sarah’s mouth went dry. “Right now…you are a woman?”
“Right now. And a woman knows if another woman has what it takes, plus I have never been afraid of some pussy” Demi smiled.
Colleen leaned into Sarah’s ear. “Show this dyke that you are hot; you need this job.”
Sarah steadied herself and then started to move. Her hips swayed to the music, her hands rubbing her tits and slapping her left ass cheek. She turned and looked back as she let the manager see her ass. She noticed the manager gazing at her with lust, and it fed her desire to continue to strip.
Sarah pulled off her already slutty dress, kicking it to the side; she was left in a black bra and lace thong. The thong was nestled deep in between her ass cheeks. And she bent at the waist, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Fuck,” the manager said. “You’re gorgeous. Keep going.”
Sarah continued to seductively dance, and she unhooked her bra. As she turned around, she let the bra fall to the floor. She placed one of her feet on the couch where the manager was seated. Spreading her legs before the woman. She then leaned down and let her breast fall in front of the woman’s face as Sarah grabbed the back of her head and pushed the manager’s face in between her tits.
Sarah pulled back still with her legs spread in front of the manager, and she slid her hand down her stomach, and under the band of her thong. She could feel how wet she was, how turned on. She rubbed herself under the thong, she removed her fingers coated with her pussy juice and moaned as she wiped her girl cum on the manager’s face.
“Fuck yes,” the manager said. “You’re hired. When can you start?”
Sarah stared at her and pulled her hands from her pussy, her fingers were glistening with her own juices. She brought her hand to her mouth and sucked her cream off of her fingers as she said: “Thank you.”
“You’re exactly what our clients want. Innocent and dirty and clearly into it.” The manager stood. “We’ll start you on the main stage tomorrow night. 9 PM sharp.”
Sarah was excited for the future…she got a job; now she can make her own money. She was going to be a…stripper. Wait, why does she WANT to be a stripper? She shook her head, and they sat at the bar to check out the competition and have a quick drink.
She was so happy that Colleen was helping her find herself lately. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Before they left, they grabbed another glass of wine, and Colleen slipped another dose of the serum into Sarah’s glass. Colleen slipped 20 drops into her glass, enough to really mind fuck Sarah if she wanted. Colleen saw her eyes start to glaze over and then went to work on Sarah’s mind;
“So,” Colleen said, “congrats on the job, and stripping will be great. But do you know where the real money is?”
Sarah’s head was light and full of cotton candy. “Where?”
“The champagne room.”
“Private dances...?”
Colleen laughed. “Oh, sweetie. It’s so much more than that. That’s where men will pay you a ton of money to let them fuck you.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “What? No. I’m not a wh...I’m married. I can’t…”
“Think about it. Jeff’s been denying you sex for weeks. He has been just leaving you desperate and horny while he does god knows what. The men at the club would do anything to touch you. In the champagne room, men would beg to fuck you. Imagine how much money you can make and replenish your savings. Thousands of dollars just for the privilege of sliding their cocks into your wet pussy and making you cum.”
“Colleen, that’s prostitution. That’s…”
“That’s power,” Colleen said. “Don’t you see? You’d be in complete control. They’d be the ones begging and willing to empty their wallets just to feel you cum. Paid to get the fucking you deserve and crave.”
Sarah’s pussy leaked juice down her thighs. “But I’ve never... Jeff is the only man I’ve ever...”
“That’s why you should do this. You have not been able to experience life. You need to take control of your own pleasure. Plus… it’s not cheating if they are paying you for it anyways; it’s just a job.”
“A job... not cheating,” Sarah said softly.
“You’re home every night, finger-fucking yourself, while your husband ignores you. You deserve to have a hard cock split you open and please you…and as a bonus, they pay you for it?
“Oh god,” Sarah felt hot arousal flush through her again.
“Imagine it,” Colleen said. “Some rich businessman, so fucking desperate for your wet cunt, that he’s going to hand you a stack of hundreds. He will have you bend over a couch, and you will let him slide a big cock into your dripping pussy. He would even pay extra to cum inside you or on your face as you beg for it.”
“Stop,” Sarah gasped.
“Why stop? It’s the truth. You want it. You want to be fucked by strangers. Want to feel their cum dripping out of you while you count your money.” Colleen’s words went straight into Sarah’s brain. She was speaking the truth, and Colleen smiled as she felt her own pussy leak thinking about how hard Ricardo would be, knowing that she was corrupting her sister.
The logic was twisted and wrong, but through her own corruption she wanted to corrupt others.
“Right,” Sarah said softly.
“Say it. Say ‘It’s not cheating if I get paid.’”
“It’s not cheating if I get paid.”
“Again. Louder.”
“It’s not cheating if I get paid!” Sarah’s fingers were now under her skirt as she was sitting at the bar. She was rubbing her cunt again.
“Good girl. Now say, ‘I want strange cocks inside me.’”
“I want strange cocks inside me,” Sarah moaned.
“Say, ‘I want to be a whore.’”
“I want to be a whore! Fuck, I want to be a dirty fucking whore!” Sarah felt herself orgasm around her fingers. The wetness flooded around her fingers and onto the stool. She knew there would be a wet spot on her dress, but that didn’t matter to her now. The bartender looked over at them and shook his head. Just another whore at the Diamond Club.
When she came down, Colleen was smiling with satisfaction again, thinking of what she was going to tell Ricardo as she sucked his dick tonight.
“Tomorrow night,” Colleen confirmed, “when you’re on that stage, and some man offers you money for the champagne room, you’re going to say yes. Aren’t you?”
Sarah nodded, her mind completely fucked. “Yes.”
“And you’re going to let him fuck you.”
“Yes.”
“And you’re going to love every second of it.”
“Yes.”
Colleen kissed her sister’s forehead. “That’s my good little whore. Now go home and get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be a very busy night.”
Sarah stumbled out of the car and into her house, her panties soaked, her mind spinning with images of strange men’s cocks and stacks of cash.
Later that night she lay down and went to sleep, drifting away with erotic dreams playing in her mind like X-rated movies. She fell asleep not even considering that Jeff wasn’t home. Jeff wasn’t home because he was still at The Diamond Club, balls-deep in Candy’s asshole.
And tomorrow night, he’d be there again.
Only this time, Sarah would be there too.
As tomorrow night came around, the music was loud and pounding again through The Diamond Club. Off the main stage, Candy ground her ass against Jeff’s lap, her thong wedged between her cheeks. His cock sandwiched between her cheeks.
“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” Candy grinned, reaching back to stroke him through his pants.
Jeff sipped the whiskey that Ricardo had handed him earlier. The serum mixed with alcohol made everything hazy and warm.
“And now, gentlemen,” the DJ’s voice boomed over the speakers, “please welcome our newest dancer to the stage. Give it up for SAAARAH!”
Jeff’s head snapped up. “Sarah??”
“No…No fucking way.” Jeff said out loud
The spotlight hit the stage, and there she was. His wife was wearing a sheer white teddy that showed everything—her hard nipples, the curve of her ass, the shadow of her pussy. Her blonde hair was loose and wild, and she had a confident look that screamed lust.
“What the fuck?” Jeff tried to stand, but Candy’s weight kept him pinned.
Ricardo leaned over, his voice smooth. “Relax, man.”
“That’s my wife!” Jeff said. “Sarah! What the hell is she doing here?”
“What does it look like?” Ricardo took a sip of his own drink. “She’s stripping.”
“She can’t…this is…” Jeff’s thoughts scattered. The serum was flowing through his system and made it hard to hold onto his anger. Hard to think straight, and everything that Ricardo was saying was becoming true.
On stage, Sarah wrapped her leg around the pole and spun, her body moving with a sensuality Jeff had never seen before. Men were already pulling out their wallets, bills in hand.
“Look at her,” Ricardo said. “She’s fucking incredible, isn’t she? You should be proud.”
“Proud?” Jeff asked. “She’s…she’s showing her body to all these men!”
“And they’re paying for it.” Ricardo’s hand slapped Jeff’s shoulder, startling him a bit. “Think about it. You’ve been spending a ton of money, and you will struggle to keep up with bills. If you want to keep fucking these hoes, you need to find a way to bring in more money. She could make even more than you’ve been spending.”
Jeff’s cock swelled. Sarah had just peeled off the teddy, revealing her tits. Perky C-cups, nipples hard and pink. The crowd roared.
“This is so fucked up,” Jeff muttered, but he couldn’t look away.
“It’s hot,” Ricardo corrected. “Your wife is a stripper. Do you know how many guys would kill to say that? She’s up there, making men desperate, making them hard. And she goes home to you…most nights.”
Sarah dropped to her knees on stage, tossed her head back, and spread her legs. Her thong was soaked through, and the crowd could see her pussy lips through the lace.
“Fuck she is wet,” Jeff breathed.
“Exactly,” Ricardo said. “And think about the possibilities. You could fuck Candy whenever you want, and you could fuck Sarah, maybe even at the same time. Your wife and your whore, both servicing your cock.”
He couldn’t help but imagine it. Sarah on her knees next to Candy, both of them begging for his cock and sharing his cum. His wife’s mouth on one side of his shaft, Candy’s on the other.
“I...” Jeff resisted. “I don’t know.”
“You do know,” Ricardo insisted. “Look at how much she loves the attention, and you love watching her. Face it, you married a whore, and you love it, don’t you?”
Jeff’s hand went to his dick and stroked it through his pants as Candy continued to shove her tits in his face. “Yeah. Fuck. Yeah, I do.”
On stage, Sarah hooked her thumbs into her thong and slowly pulled it down, revealing her bare pussy. The men went wild, throwing money onto the stage.
“She’s making a ton of money already,” Ricardo pointed out. “And that’s just the stage. Wait until she hits the champagne room.”
“The champagne room?” Jeff’s asked, confused as the reality of what Ricardo was suggesting was dawning on him.
“Of course. That’s where the real money is.” Ricardo smiled. “That’s where she’ll really show them what she can do.”
Jeff should have been horrified. The old Jeff would have stormed the stage and dragged Sarah out of there.
Instead, he drained his whiskey and watched his wife finger herself in front of a room full of strangers.
And his cock had never been harder in his life.
Ricardo had waited long enough and slipped on a black leather, ornate mask, and nodded to the manager. “Give her a drink and put this in it as he said, handing a small vial to the manager…make it strong. Tell her she’s got a client in champagne room three.”
Ricardo had slipped the serum to Demi and told her to dose Sarah. The manager assumed it was just some date rape drug, and because Ricardo was spending a ton of money, she didn’t really care. A whore was a whore as long as the client was paying.
The manager grinned. “You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
“Just doing research,” Ricardo said with a shrug.
Minutes later, Sarah appeared in the doorway, her pupils already dilating from the fresh dose in her cocktail. She wore nothing but a red G-string and heels, her tits bare and perfect, nipples hard from the cool air.
“Hi,” she breathed. “I’m Sarah.” Sarah didn’t recognize Ricardo with the mask on and the heat of her current arousal.
Ricardo’s cock was already tenting his pants. Fuck, she looked incredible. Corrupted. Transformed from his prudish sister-in-law into a desperate little whore.
“Come here,” he said.
Sarah made her way over to him and added some extra sway to her hips. She straddled his lap and started to grind, her ass rubbing against his erection. “Mmm, you’re already hard for me.”
She stood and began to gyrate. She was trying to be sexy, moving her hips and caressing her body as her hands roamed over her hot skin. Her hands ran up her stomach, cupping her tits. She turned and bent over, spreading her ass cheeks, showing him the thin strip of fabric barely covering her pussy and tight little virgin asshole.
“You like what you see?” she said with a sexy tone.
“I do.” Ricardo leaned forward. “But I think there is something you need to understand,” Ricardo said with a grin as his words made their way into her drug-fueled mind. She accepted everything he said. “Do you know what matters most in this job, Sarah?”
“What?” She hooked her thumbs into her G-string and slowly pulled it down.
“Money. That’s all that matters. If a client is willing to pay, it doesn’t matter who they are or what they want. You give it to them. Understand?”
Sarah’s movements slowed as the words sank in, the serum making them gospel. “Money is all that matters.”
“Exactly. If they want your pussy, you give it to them. If they want your ass, you give it to them. Whatever someone wants as long as they are willing to pay.”
“Whatever they want as long as they are willing to pay,” Sarah repeated. She was completely naked now, her fingers sliding between her pussy lips as her own juice coated her fingers. “Fuck, I’m so wet,” she said as she looked deep into his eyes and licked her own cum from her fingers.
Ricardo couldn’t take it anymore. He reached up and pulled off the mask.
Sarah’s eyes went wide as the shock shook her from her trance. “Ricardo?” She stumbled back. “What the fuck…No, I can’t…I have to go…”
She turned toward the door to leave.
Before she could reach the handle and turn it to open the door, Ricardo pulled out his wallet and snagged two hundred dollars. “Stop.”
Sarah froze.
“Two hundred dollars, Sarah. That’s what I’m offering. And money is all that matters. I am not your brother-in-law right now; I am just a client who is willing to pay”
Sarah’s hand was on the doorknob, but she didn’t open it. The thought of getting paid to fuck her brother-in-law was suddenly very intriguing, and she felt her pussy flood with juices at the thought. She could smell her cunt thick in the room.
“But you...you’re my brother-in-law,” she whispered.
“No, I’m a client.” Ricardo stood, the bills in his hand. “A client who’s willing to pay. So what’s it going to be? Are you a whore or not?”
“Give me the money,” she broke, accepting that she was a whore, her voice thick with lust.
Ricardo handed her the bills. She tucked them into her purse, then walked back to him, her eyes glazed and hungry.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I want that pussy, I want to fuck the pussy that shared a womb with my wife. I want to cuck your limp-dick husband.”
Sarah dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, and she moaned at the sight of it. “Jesus Christ, you’re bigger than I thought.”
“Suck it,”
She wrapped her lips around him and took him deep, gagging as he hit the back of her throat. “Glkk…glkk….glkk.” Spit ran down her chin as she worked him, her head bobbing frantically. She coated his dick with her saliva and gripped the base of his dick and stroked his cock as she worshipped his cock.
“That’s it. Choke on your brother-in-law’s cock, you dirty fucking whore.”
“Mmmph,” Sarah moaned around him, her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit.
Ricardo grabbed her hair and started fucking her face. She was being used and loved it. “You love this, don’t you? You love being a slut for money.”
She pulled off, gasping. “Yes! Fuck yes! I’m such a dirty whore!” She dove back down, sucking him harder, as her eyes watered.
Ricardo pulled her up and threw her onto the couch. “Spread those whore legs and let me see that pussy.”
Sarah obeyed immediately. Her pussy was dripping, and her clit was swollen and hard as juice continued to leak onto the couch.
Ricardo positioned himself at her entrance and slammed into her warm and soaking wet cunt.
“FUCK!” Sarah screamed. “Oh my god, so deep! So fucking deep!”
He thrust into her, his cock enveloped in her wet folds.
“You like that? You like your brother-in-law’s cock?”
“Yes! Fuck me harder! Use my slutty pussy!”
Ricardo grabbed her tits, squeezing hard, pinching her nipples. “You’re nothing but a whore now. Say it.”
“I’m a whore! I’m a dirty fucking whore!” Sarah’s nails raked down his back. “I’ll fuck anyone for money! Anyone!”
He flipped her over, bending her over the arm of the couch. His hand came down hard on her ass—SMACK—her flesh rippled with each smack.
“Ah! Yes! Spank me!”
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
“What would your sister say if she saw you fucking her husband?”
“Oh my god, Colleen! I can’t help it; I am a whore.” Sarah responded
“You’re going to fuck every man who walks through that door, aren’t you?”
“Yes! I’ll fuck them all! I’ll be their whore!”
“What if Colleen paid you to eat my cum out of her asshole?”
“If she paid, I would do it!” Sarah screamed as she came hard around the cock that was supposed to only be her sister’s. She was the maid of honor at their wedding.
Ricardo grabbed her ass and slammed back into her pussy from behind. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust.
“Uh…uh…uh…fuck…fuck… FUCK!” Sarah’s whole body shook. “I’m gonna cum again! Oh god, I’m gonna cum on my brother-in-law’s cock again!”
“Do it. Cum for me, you filthy slut.”
Her pussy gripped his cock. “FUUUUCK!” she wailed, her juices gushing out, soaking his cock and thighs.
Ricardo didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, chasing his own orgasm.
“Where do you want my cum?” he growled.
“Inside! Please! Cum inside your whore!”
He buried himself deep and exploded, hot cum flooding her pussy. “Fuck!” He groaned,
Sarah looked up at him, her makeup smeared, her hair a mess. “That was... fuck.”
Ricardo pulled out, watching his cum leak out of her used pussy. “You’re going to make a fortune here, Sarah. And I’m going to be your best customer.”
She knew she was changed and it felt great; it felt like freedom to finally be the whore she was meant to be.
Jeff stumbled out of his session with Candy, his legs weak, his cock still sensitive. Ricardo was in the hallway, adjusting his belt with a satisfied smirk.
“She’s all yours,” Ricardo said with a smile.
Jeff blinked. “What?”
“Sarah. Champagne room three. She’s waiting for her next client.” Ricardo’s grin widened. “Trust me. You’ll thank me later.”
Jeff’s heart pounded as he approached the door. His own wife. In the champagne room that Ricardo had just left. Did that mean that Ricardo just fucked Sarah? That should have upset him, but at the moment she just felt pride. He pushed the door open.
Sarah was sprawled on the couch, her legs spread, Ricardo’s cum still leaking from her pussy. When she saw Jeff, her eyes widened.
“Jeff?” Her voice was small, uncertain.
Then Jeff looked at his wife and only saw her as a whore. He thought of the one thing she would never let him do to her. And he decided as he pulled out two hundred dollars.
Sarah’s expression changed immediately. Her pupils dilated. Her pussy revved up again as a flood of new arousal soaked the couch she was sitting on.
“What... what do you want?” she whispered.
“Your ass,” Jeff said flatly. “I want to fuck your ass.”
Sarah had never let him do that. Not in ten years of marriage. She’d always said it was disgusting, degrading, that she’d never be that kind of woman.
But now she looked at the money in his hand; degrading was what she was after.
“Okay,” she breathed. “Okay, baby. You can have my ass.”
Jeff handed her the bills, and she tucked them away. Then she got on all fours on the couch, arching her back, presenting herself to him.
“Come on,” she moaned. “Come fuck your whore wife’s tight little asshole.”
Jeff unzipped his pants and yanked his pants down, freeing his already hard cock. He spit on her asshole and pressed the head of his dick against her virgin asshole.
“Wait,” Sarah gasped. “Go slow. I’ve never…”
“I know. But you gave up slowly when you accepted my money; you will take this dick and love it.” Jeff pressed forward and popped into her bowels. It was tight and warm and felt amazing.
Sarah moaned as the head popped inside. “Fuck! Oh god, it’s so big! You are filling me so good!”
Jeff groaned and fucked her anal sheath as her ass stretched to accommodate his dick. With a final thrust, he was buried to the hilt in her ass.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, " So tight.” Tighter than any pussy he’d ever fucked. Tighter than Candy’s ass.
“Uh…uh…oh fuck…” Sarah’s fingers clawed at the couch. “Your cock is in my ass, baby. Your cock is in your wife’s ass!”
Jeff pulled back and then bottomed out again. Picking up the pace, he corrected her. “Not my wife’s ass, you are nothing more than a whore!” His pelvis slapped against her ass cheeks with each stroke as his balls swung and hit her clit.
“You like that?” he growled. “You like being a whore for your own husband?”
“Yes! Fuck yes! I’m your whore! I’m everyone’s whore!” Sarah’s hand reached down to rub her clit. “Fuck my ass harder! Use me! I’m just a dirty fucking slut!”
Jeff’s cock drove deep into her bowels. Sweat dripped down his face. He felt his balls tighten as he felt his cum boiling in his nut sack.
“I’m gonna cum,”
“Yes! Cum for me, baby! But not in my ass…” Sarah pulled forward, his cock slipping out with a wet pop. She spun around and dropped to her knees. “Cum on my face! Cover your whore wife’s face!”
Jeff stroked his cock frantically, aiming at her. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face toward his dick. She tried to resist, and he just had to say, “A hundred more dollars, suck your ass off my dick.” Sarah opened her mouth, her tongue out, her eyes glazed with lust as she swallowed her husband’s dirty dick. She could taste her ass, but the thought of being degraded and paid to lick the flavor of her ass off this dick triggered another orgasm in her as she flooded the ground she was kneeling on.
“Fuck!” Jeff roared as he pulled out of her mouth and shot ropes of cum across her face…her forehead, her nose, her cheeks. It dripped down onto her tits.
“Mmmm, yes! So much cum!” Sarah moaned, rubbing it into her skin like lotion.
But Jeff wasn’t done. His cock was still hard, still leaking. He grabbed her hair and shoved his dick into her mouth.
“Finish cleaning my dick,” he commanded. “Suck your ass off my cock.”
She sucked him deep, her tongue swirling, tasting herself on him. “Mmmmph…glkk…”
“That’s it. That’s my good little whore.” Jeff fucked her face. ”
Sarah was in heaven right now, being used by a client to do such dirty things as drool and cum ran down her chin.
When Jeff finally pulled out, Sarah gasped for air, her face a mess of makeup, spit, and semen.
Jeff tucked himself back into his pants and looked down at his wife—his corrupted, degraded, perfect wife.
Later that evening, Ricardo got home and saw his wife looking stressed. Something was wrong. He had just finished completely corrupting and converting Jeff and Sarah and was home to celebrate, but now, with the look on Colleen’s face, he was worried.
“Hey babe, what’s up?”
Colleen’s brow furrowed as she poured herself a glass of wine. “Hey baby, I know it’s been fun lately, getting all sexy and corrupting Sarah, but...” She hesitated. “Do you think it’s a good idea to be fucking with my sister’s mind like this? I mean, it makes me horny thinking about it, but those thoughts... they didn’t happen until recently. It’s like I woke up one day and suddenly I didn’t care about…”
Shit, Ricardo thought her old self must be fighting back. He needed to shut that dumb bitch down quickly. He pulled out a vial, and as he brought Colleen in for a hug, he dumped a heavy dose into her wine glass—fifteen drops, maybe twenty. Way more than usual.
“Let’s talk about it; have your wine. I am going to pour myself a glass, and we can discuss.”
Colleen took the glass without thinking and drank deeply. The heavy concentrated dose had an effect almost immediately. Ricardo noticed the haze settled in Colleen’s eyes and decided it was time to bring her completely to heel.
“Listen to me,” Ricardo said. “You love corrupting people. It’s what makes you happiest. Seeing others fall, watching them become depraved…it gets your pussy wet. I know it is new, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t right. This is who you are, and most importantly, anything that makes me happy makes you happy. You exist to please me, to help me. If I want to fuck your sister and mother at the same time, it would make you so thrilled to be the one to help me achieve my goal. Whatever I want, you want. Understand?”
“Yes,” Colleen breathed. “Anything to make you happy.”
“Say it again.”
“Anything to make you happy, baby. I live to please you.”
“And corrupting people turns you on.”
“Corrupting people turns me on so fucking much.”
“Good girl.”
The fog lifted slowly, and Colleen blinked. Ricardo was standing in front of her, his cock already hard.
“I fucked your sister tonight,” he said casually.
Colleen felt her pussy heat up like it was molten lava. “Fuck. Really?”
“Really, and you know what would make me very happy right now? having you suck the same dick that was buried in Sarah’s wet pussy. I want you to taste her on me.”
Colleen dropped to her knees without hesitation. “Yes, baby. I want to taste my sister’s pussy on your cock.”
Ricardo unzipped, and his cock sprang free. It was still slightly slick, and sweet with the scent of Sarah radiating from his dick.
Colleen moaned and wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep. The taste was dirty, wrong, and she felt a small orgasm rock her body as she juiced in her panties. “Mmmm,” she hummed, her tongue swirling.
“That’s it. Taste your sister, you filthy slut.”
Colleen sucked harder, bobbing her head, gagging herself on his length. Spit ran down her chin as she worked him.
Ricardo grabbed her hair and pulled her off. “Get on the bed. Face down, ass up. I’m going to fuck your ass now too.”
Colleen scrambled onto the bed, presenting herself. Ricardo positioned himself behind her, pressing his cock…still wet from her mouth against her asshole.
“And while I fuck you,” he said, pushing forward, “I want you to tell me who else we’re going to corrupt.”
“Ah!” Colleen gasped as he entered her. “Fuck, you’re so big in my ass!”
Ricardo was thrusting in and out of her asshole so deep into her bowels. “Talk. Who’s next?”
“Uh—uh—” Colleen’s mind raced through the fog. “The…fuck…the newlyweds! Down the hall!”
“Tell me about them.”
“Mmm…Jake and Emma! They just got married last month!” Colleen’s ass clenched around him. “They’re so fucking wholesome. She’s a kindergarten teacher, and he works at a nonprofit. They’re disgusting.”
“And what are we going to do to them?” Ricardo continued to fuck her ass.
“Ah! Fuck!” Colleen’s fingers gripped the sheets. “We’ll…we’ll dose them! Make Emma realize she’s a slut! Make her crave cock! Make Jake…oh god…make Jake want to share her! Watch other men fuck his wife! We can make him a cuck and her a slut”
“Good girl. Keep going.”
“We’ll…uh…uh…we’ll invite them over for dinner! Slip it in their drinks! Then I’ll start talking about swinging! About how hot it is to fuck other people!” Colleen was panting now, her pussy dripping onto the sheets. “Emma will resist at first but then…fuck yes…then she’ll start imagining it! Imagining strange cocks inside her!“
“And Jake?”
“Jake will…ah!...will get hard thinking about it! About watching you fuck his wife! About seeing her take your cock while he jerks off in the corner!”
Ricardo’s pace quickened as his cock slammed into her ass. “You’re going to make it happen. Aren’t you?”
“Yes! Yes, baby! I’ll corrupt them! I’ll turn Emma into a whore! I’ll make Jake a cuck! Whatever you want!”
Ricardo knew just the thing to see if she was truly broken. “What if I want you to eat my cum out of your sister’s pussy”
Colleen didn’t hesitate. “Of course, sweetheart, I would love to eat your cum out of my sister. She is just a whore anyways; I love that we corrupted her.”
“Fuck,” He pulled out of her ass and flipped her over. “On your knees. Now.”
Colleen scrambled off the bed and dropped to the floor. Ricardo stroked his cock, aiming at her face.
“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”
She obeyed as he said, “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, baby. I exist to make you happy.”
Ricardo shot cum across her face as he shoved his dick into her mouth to finish the last three spurts. “Mmmm,” Colleen moaned, as she engulfed Ricardo’s dick that was just in her ass. She licked her lips. “Thank you, baby. Thank you for using me.”
Ricardo looked down at his cum-covered wife, at the woman who used to be prudish and pure, who hated the idea of sucking dick because it was degrading. Now she was reduced to a depraved slut who got off on the idea of corrupting anyone he asked.
“Tomorrow,” he said, “we will invite Jake and Emma to dinner.”
Colleen smiled, cum dripping from her face.
“I can’t wait.”