Hot sex with that whore, Carmel, just got a little more interesting.
Hot sex is what your clients expect, Carmel. You’ve made a wonderful transformation and I can can see you improving with each thick cock you take. But, why oh why did you think you could take a break? Haven’t you realized that your body is no longer your own? It belongs to me and, until your debt’s paid, you don’t get to decide what you do what your time.
This was quite an expensive lesson, as you soon find out when you wake up after what was most assuredly days. You feel different. Heavier. Like something is sitting on your chest. When you look down, you find out that you’ve gone through some changes.
“How do you like them, Carmel? I figured 36 DDD aught to do it. Men love a nice tit fuck.”
You slowly rise and look at the vanity across from you and, sure enough, huge, triple D tits hang from you like swollen udders. I reach over and give one a squeeze.
“I made sure to get the good ones. We don’t do ‘cheap’ here. Don’t worry, though. I went ahead and just added the cost to the amount you owe me. You’re going to be here a long time, honey. Go ahead. Feel how soft and real they feel.”
You do so, shocked at such a change. With the make-up and the slut gear on top of it, you hardly recognize yourself. I pull you to your feet and explain to you that it’s time to make some money. But, before we leave your room, I grab you by that blonde, bimbo hair streaked with pink and pull your ear close to my lips.
“If you ever forget that you belong to me again, you’re gonna wake up with a new pussy next time. And there’s no going back from that.”
Read Carmel’s blackmail sex stories to see how she got into this fantasy situation. Then call my phone sex line to live it!
