Perverts 'R' Us

How I became the Biggest Slut

By Monica (Mind control, Hetero & lesbian sex, Zoo sex-girl/dog, NC)

Hi, I'm Monica, and as a student new to this area of the country, about a year ago, I moved here to go to school. My parents had both died a few years ago in a car crash and left me their money with the intent of going to the nicest school  I could. I was wait listed at an Ivy league and got into another. I chose to hold out for the Ivy league school, which proved to be the biggest decision of my life.

I did get into the school I wanted, but my acceptance was a little late and I had a hard time finding a place to live. I finally settled on a small house with two older guys living there. They seemed rather like dirty old men, but I just wanted to start school and get a better place later.

One of the guys I was living with, Larry, was the manager of a nude bar downtown and the other, Ray, was some kind of scientist, a sound engineer or something, though I'm not sure where he worked. They seemed like opposites on the surface, but deep down they were very much alike. They were both chauvinist pigs! It was often I caught my new roommates leering at me. I couldn't really blame them though. I was a pretty good looking girl by society's standards and Larry and Ray let me know every chance they could. I was 5'4", had long black hair, sparkling blue eyes, full lips, 36D breasts and a pretty fit body. I think it was a fast metabolism that let me keep the body I had and eat the foods I did.

But staring at my girly assets wasn't the only thing that bothered me. They would go down to Larry's bar almost every night and come home drunk with a porno or something and blare it through the walls until I complained. Despite this behavior, they seemed harmless. I never felt I was in any danger. They were just dirty men. Besides, at least I had some time to myself to study in the evenings. I just kept telling myself that things would get better and I'd find my own place to live.

The first few weeks were relatively fine. It was just me trying to keep a cool head about their lewd practices. but after about three weeks I noticed some strange things going on. I kept finding weird CDs in my stereo. They looked blank, but when I played them, all I would here was a strange mix of buzzing and humming sounds. I though it was probably Larry or Ray messing with me, so after about a dozen or so times, I confronted them about it. Ray said they were experimental CDs and that my player was the only one in the house that would play them right. I said it would have been OK to use my player as long as he asked first. There was no real problem, though I would still find them in my player a few times a week. About the same time, another odd thing started happening. Despite my apparent disgust in the two men I was living with, I began to have recurring erotic dreams about them. At first it was about once a week, but soon it was every night... all night. I would wake up in a sweat and my pussy would be soaking into my sheets. My alarm would go off and no matter when I got to bed, it would seem like I hadn't slept all night.

I think I must have been talking or moaning while having the dreams, because Larry and Ray started looking at me really weird. I mean, they had always looked at me weird considering my beauty, but now it seemed more than normal. And to tell you the truth, a certain part of me liked it! I enjoyed being stared at like a piece of meat. That was what women were, right? NO!!! I had to find a way out of this and fast. Obviously being around sexual deviants was making me one too. So a month after school started, I was looking for a place again. There was nothing. The whole city was packed. The only alternative would have been to rent a hotel room, but that was way too expensive. So I was stuck.

One night, I was up late studying one Friday, and I actually had a conversation with Larry over a couple beers. We talked about a lot of things. My childhood. His marriage that ended up in divorce. he seemed like a pretty alright guy once I got to talk to him. Maybe I was too quick to judge him at first. Eventually we got to talking about his strip bar. He swore up and down about how it wasn't low class. That the girls were respected and paid well. That it was a good way for good looking girls to make an extra buck to help them get started on a good life. He described the place and it didn't seem that bad. I don't know how he got me into it, but I agreed to go with him. It was only 11 p.m. and there was still plenty of time for it being open. So we got in his car and went.

It was a far cry from what I had thought. It was very clean and well furnished. There were all kinds of guys there. Men in suits and men in t-shirts and jeans. There were even a few women also. I couldn't believe it, but I was enjoying myself. The music, aroma, and just the atmosphere was thrilling. I had always though the type of work to be degrading and demeaning to the women, but the amount of money some of the girls were making was the real obscenity. Larry disappeared for a bit and came back with one of the girls. She was tall and blonde. She had huge puffy lips that I knew had to be collagen enhanced. They were covered in thick red lipstick and heavy gloss. her eyes had dark blue shadow and dark eye liner. She had on a red bra and matching bottoms. And her tits... oh my gosh... they must have been at least DD. She looked like a porn star. Beautiful, but very slutty.

I thought maybe she was just over to talk to him, but when the next song started, she was all over me. That bastard had gotten me a dance... from a girl. Embarrassed, I just sat there wishing it would end, but the music was doing something to me. I felt like the notes were massaging the pleasure centers of my brain. It was the same cheesy porn type music, but somehow, it was really getting to me. And with the girl gyrating all over me, I couldn't help it. I was getting aroused. I looked over at Larry and he was just smiling, almost evil, like he knew what was happening to me. All of the sudden the stripper grabbed my face and buried it in her cleavage. I must admit the scent was intoxicating. Literally. I was in a mild haze when she let me go. She leaned down and looked straight in to my eyes. I could tell I just had a dumb smile on my face but couldn't do anything about it. She leaned down, and before I knew what was happening, her lips were on mine. My mind screamed to push her away, but my body just let it happen, wanted it to happen. My pussy was getting hot and wet. She pushed her tongue in my throat and sucked on my lips. Then, to my astonishment, she slid her hand up my shirt and with one squeeze on my tit, I was cumming. My hips bucked and I moaned. She held me there for what seemed like forever as pleasure washed over my body.

When the song was over she got up and walked away, giving Larry a wink. He smiled back and looked at me. I just stared back at him, dazed. After a moment I regained my composure and demanded to be driven home. I didn't speak to him the whole way, and when I got home I went straight to bed. Little did I know that Ray had set up another CD in my player that turned on as soon as I was asleep.

That night the dreams were excruciatingly erotic. It was like some bad porno stuck in the twilight zone. I dreamt I was a dancer at Larry's bar. I had on a Catholic school girl's uniform and was getting rid of it quickly. As I threw off my top I glanced in one of the mirrors lining the walls and was greeted by me, only a slut version. My hair was longer and wavy. My face had on more makeup than I own. Bright eye shadow and black eye liner accentuated my sky blues. Caked on base and blush made my high cheek bones stand out like a Swedish model. Then there were my lips. At least they were supposed to be my lips. They must have been twice as full as my actual ones and had fire engine red lipstick covered in gloss. It looked like a blow job lover's dream.

Then I looked down. Holy shit! Were those my tits? They were enormous. I already had large breasts, but these were gigantic. Post implants I'm sure. And not just any implants. It was as if I had gotten the largest set I could find and tried to fit them in my already ample bust. Apparently, it worked. Just then I gave myself an evil grin and went back to dancing. Uncontrollably, I looked out across the room at all the guys gawking at my figure. The music was loud and had a heavy beat to it. I swayed my hips and felt my body up and down as dollar bills were thrust out towards me. I strutted around the stage, letting the men feel up my thighs as they slid their money into my garters. So much money. There must have been a couple hundred by the time the music faded out and I stepped off the stage. The scene shifted and I was dancing at a table. I looked around at the patrons and they were Ray, Larry, and ME! The normal me.

I twisted and jerked my body for their pleasure, leaning over so my mammoth tits waved in front of Larry and Ray's faces. Suddenly, my top was off and the three of them were fondling my tits. Larry and Ray each took a nipple in their mouth as my other self cupped and kneaded them. It felt sooo good. I was in complete ecstasy despite the strange situation. The scene shifted one more time and I was in bed with myself. Satin sheets and mirrors surrounded our intertwined forms. We licked and sucked every part of each others body. Then, as I was straddled, I began to talk to myself. I told myself how much I wanted this. How much I wanted everything this dream had to offer. The look. The dancing. The sex. All of it! As my other self said this she was fingering my pussy and clit. It felt ten times better than any sex I have ever had. My body was aflame as she whispered of how great this life would be. I had no choice but to agree as I feared she would stop at any time. This went on for quite some time as I experienced dreamgasm after dreamgasm.

"Do you want this?" She asked.

"Yes... please more," I whimpered in response.

"No," she said sternly, "Do you want this?" I opened my eyes, and she looked like the stripper me. Eyes crazy with lust, tits bouncing with each thrust of her hand. I was dumbfounded.

"Well?" She asked. "Do you or not?"

At that, the biggest orgasm of the night hit me like a truck. My body shook and jerked. I couldn't help it. "YES!" I screamed. "Yes, please," I begged.

At that point everything stopped. I looked up and she was me again. "Then you know what to do," She said in complete seriousness. Then I woke up. It was daylight and the room was hot and smelled like musk. I noticed immediately that my fingers were deep in my pussy, and the bed sheets around my groin were sopping wet. I looked at the clock and it said 2:17. Holy shit! I had slept twelve hours. Twelve hours of fucking myself in my sleep. Sheesh! I must have been going at it the entire night! What the hell happened. I remembered my trip to the strip joint and my crazy dream. So many orgasms. Did I really experience it? Seemed like it.. My body felt more refreshed than it ever had in my whole life. Like all the best nights of sex I ever had were combined. The words of my dream echoed in my head. "You know what to do."

"Yes," I thought to myself. I did know what to do. I managed to track down Larry as he was coming back from the club. I just could not believe, after the embarrassing moment I had the previous night, that I could possibly want this, but I wanted to try working his bar once. He immediately agreed upon hearing this and said I could have a spot that night! Wow. I wasn't sure why, but the idea of dancing naked for a room full of horny men made me feel hot.

I went to my room and picked out my clothes. Interestingly enough, though I did not recall ever owning any, I had a Catholic school girl's outfit hanging in my closet. After that dream, it was an easy choice. I picked out a nice, black lace panty and bra match that I knew would knock them dead. To finish it off I had knee high, white leggings and a pair of black high heels. Then I did my face up, subconsciously trying to look like myself from my dream. I was hot and ready to go. I rode with Larry on the way to the bar. He had on one of his stripper music CDs. I know I used to hate them, but at that moment, I was really into it. My head was bobbing and my upper body was rocking to the rhythm. I started to plan out my dance moves as each song got me closer and closer to the mood of the bar. By the time we got there, I was practically taking my clothes off then and there.

Larry walked me in and escorted me to the changing room. In there, there were all types of women. Some tall, some short. Some had big tits, others didn't have much at all. All the girls were very nice and made me feel as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. I was so nervous, but the memory of how good my dream made me feel and the thought of all that money kept me going. I changed into my outfit and waited to be called. As I waited, I listened to the music being piped into the changing room. It was the same cheesy stripper music, but I loved it. I know it used to make me gag, but it just sounded so erotic now. Just like in the car, I started writhing in my chair thinking of how I would dance for all those men. When my name was finally called, I burst out of my chair and strutted quickly to the stage. The lights were all on me as I entered onto the main stage. I paused for a second and wondered what the hell I was doing out here. I was a college student with a good amount of money and a good head on her shoulders. Why would I need this? But as quickly as it came, the doubt faded away as the music began.

The music. What was it about this music that made me so hot? But before I could even begin to contemplate it, I began to move. Hips in wide circles as my hands moved up my young body and up into my hair. I walked slowly around the stage, winking and blowing kisses to the dozens of men cheering me on. It was so awesome. I could tell my pussy was getting wet as I rubbed my thighs together, bending over to take off my top. As it dropped to the ground, a huge swell of cheers arose from the crowd, and all the doubt I ever had was gone in an instant.

It was now just me, the men, and the music. The money didn't matter. School didn't matter. Nothing mattered except getting these guys off. Another moment and my bra was off. My substantial rack exposed for all to see for the first time. My skirt came flying off with a pull and a kick. That was soon followed by panties. Now I was bare except my money garters, white stockings, and heels. I was in my element. I loved it. Hands rubbing hips and tits as I lay on the ground, bucking my hips in a sex-like motion. Before I knew it, I came to a louder cheer than ever. I couldn't believe it. Was stripping really this wonderful? The music faded and the DJ's voice came on.

"Let's give it up for Moan-ica!" He yelled. There was a thunderous applause and I could see all the guys reaching for their wallets.

I rose to my feet, collected my clothes and walked around the edge of the stage as dollar after dollar was stuffed in my garters. Damn it was a lot of cash. After the last guy tipped me, I walked off the stage where Larry was waiting. He winked and gave me the thumbs up. Maybe it was the lighting, but he looked kind of cute. I smiled back and went back into the changing room. I danced three more times that night and each one was hotter than the one before. I couldn't believe how erotic it made me feel. I almost didn't want to go home. I had come every time I was on the stage without even touching my self for the most part. I wondered if all girls felt like that.

After closing down the bar, Larry drove me home. He asked me how it was, and I said how wonderful it was. When he asked me if I would like to dance there weekly, I almost interrupted him in accepting. But only on the weekends. I still had to go to school. He agreed, and for the next month two weeks I danced every Friday and Saturday night. And little to my knowledge, Ray kept putting in his CDs every Friday and Saturday night when I went to sleep. Stripping was so great. It was such a relief after the long and boring days at school. Sometimes I wondered why I even went to class. All the excitement of dancing naked for a room full of men made me hot just thinking about it. I didn't know why I hadn't thought of doing it before.

In the weeks after I started working at the bar, I became more and more self conscious of my chest and lips. I knew my tits were 36D, a lot bigger than the average woman, but they seemed small compared to many of my fellow strippers and my lips were thin, or so I thought. I also kept having those dreams of me as I huge chested, full lipped slut, and over the weeks the idea of becoming that version of myself became more and more appealing. I kept wondering what it would be like to have huge tits all the time with full lips, "Cock-Sucking-Lips", as Larry and Ray called them -- they were so silly sometimes. How hot would I be? I decided to ask my new best friends, Larry and Ray.

They were very supportive and just wanted what I did. They were so nice. After thinking about it, I thought it would be a good idea to get breast implants and collagen lip injections as soon as possible. Larry was so great. He referred me to the best plastic surgeon in the area, Dr. Wracksenlips.

I talked with the doctor for a while about it, and he agreed on the lips, but argued that getting implants with my current bust size would be a bit much. But when I mentioned Larry and his bar, his mood changed considerably. He brought out implant after huge implant. I tried them on with these bras that could support bowling balls. With each one I would slip on my t-shirt and see what it looked like under my clothes. I couldn't believe how big I could get. Finally, after a couple hours, Dr. Wracksenlips brought out a supposedly secret prototype implant. That was huge! It was bigger than a softball and when I tried it on, it made me look like a freak. I wasn't so sure which one I wanted. The doctor said I could take all the time I needed and feel free to try them on again. He left the room to get some paperwork and I was alone with the implants and bras. After a few minutes I noticed the music being piped into the room changed. I could have sworn it was the same stuff that was at Larry's bar. At least it reminded me of it. Just like when I danced, I started to move my hips.

I still tried each implant on and writhed as if I were on stage. I knew the doctor could walk in at any time, but I didn't care. I was back in the element. With each larger implant I got hotter and hotter. I felt like such a slut with these monster tits. My pussy was getting wet and I knew I would cum soon. Just when I put on the prototype, my body exploded in one of my most intense orgasms. At that moment I could see and hear myself saying, "You know what to do." I had made up my mind. I had to go with the biggest I could get.

Just then, the music stopped and the doctor walked in. I told him my decision. He smiled and said he knew I would choose them and went ahead to make the paperwork with them in mind. I was amazed he knew that, but was even more amazed at the price. I could not afford it. I had the money, but it was my inheritance and was supposed to go towards school. But school was so dull. And if I dropped out of school I could strip more often. Besides, with these new tits, I could get enough money to continue my education later. I was young and needed to have fun. The very next day I went to the bank and withdrew all of my college money. The semester was a week from being over and I made my appointment for my new lips and tits for the day after finals. I could not wait. I spent the next week in a near dream state as I fought between fantasizing about my new body and getting myself to study. For the most part, the former won the battle. I would be studying and my fingers would find their way to my pussy. Before I knew it, I would be back in my room fucking my self to orgasm. I just couldn't help it. I was eighteen, hot, and horny.

I have to say, it was luck I passed my classes. I just couldn't wait to get out of there. I was happy, almost giddy, as I told the dean I would be dropping out. He seemed sad, but I didn't care. He was an old fart anyway. What did he know about potential and success. I kept thinking that tomorrow, my life would finally start. The next day I woke up early and rushed to the hospital. I wanted those new tits and lips so bad. Ray was nice enough to drive me there, and said he would be waiting when I got out of surgery. I was glad he would be the first one to see my new chest. I had to admit I thought he was really cute and wondered if my new boobs would get him to have sex with me. Waking up after surgery, my hands immediately went to my chest. I could feel the increased weight on my ribcage and smiled groggily. It hurt a bit to touch them, but I got through it just so I could feel up my new body. They were so big. Like the size of beach balls. And my lips. I ran my tongue over them slowly. they felt puffy, but wonderful. I imagined how good a guy would feel if I wrapped these babies around his cock. I had to giggle at that thought, but it still made my pussy wet. As I ran my fingers gently over my slightly numb nipples, my other hand drifted to my pussy. I thrust two fingers deep inside me, which brought a rushed breath from my lungs. Working my thumb against my clit I quickly brought myself to orgasm. I opened my eyes and sitting there, watching me was Ray.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead," he said softly. Not even embarrassed that he saw me masturbate, I smiled and stretched.

"So what do you think?" I asked.

"I don't know," he answered. "I can't really see." "Of course," I said. I was covered by the sheet. I slowly turned and sat up. The immense new weight pulling on my chest was surprising. The sheet dropped off me and for the first time since I moved in, I was naked in front of Ray. I smiled innocently and watched as his eyes got big.

"Very nice!" He exclaimed. "My compliments to the doctor." At that he clapped and nodded.

"You think so?" I asked. At that I got up and walked to the full length mirror. The sight before me was straight out of my dreams. I had the fullest lips I have ever seen. When relaxed, my mouth formed a slutty pout. I smiled slightly and the pout turned into a devious grin. Even when I smiled wide, my lips were thick and puffy. My eyes went slowly down my face and neck to my chest. My mouth dropped open at the sight before me. They were huge. They stood out on my chest like two tremendous globes of white flesh. They were so big they stuck out past my sides. Despite their immense size, they stood up freely. I wouldn't have been surprised if I couldn't hold a pencil underneath them. I put my hands on them and I couldn't cover the front of them. Running my palms underneath, I cupped and lifted my new boobs. They were heavy. I pulled them up and let them down a couple of times. I giggled again, but this time I sobbed. I was so happy. I turned and hugged Ray who was now right behind me. I pressed my new tits into his chest.

"I guess you like them," he said.

"They're wonderful," I sobbed. "They're the best thing I've ever done for myself." A little while later the doctor came in and examined his work. He said it was one of the best jobs he had done and the prototype implants were a definite success thanks to me. He told me how to treat them until they were healed and sent me on my way. I kissed him thank you and Ray took me home.

A strange thing happened when I got home. I was really tired when I got home, but instead of just going to bed, I wanted to listen to one of Ray's CDs as I went to sleep. I had always been the kind of person that can't fall asleep unless it was completely quiet. All of the sudden, I really wanted to listen to his music. It was the same stuff Larry played at the club. I don't know. I guess I just had grown to love it. So I put it in the player and before long I was fast asleep. As the weeks passed I grew restless because while my tits healed, I couldn't strip. But in the mean time I worked out every day on Ray's stationary bike to tone up my body the way Larry liked his strippers to look. I experimented with different makeup to make myself look more slutty. And of course, I listened to Ray's CD collection. It really grew on me and Ray was happy to let me borrow them whenever I wanted. I loved how sexy it made me feel. It just controlled me. It made me feel like a slut. Like a whore. I loved to feel like a whore. Whenever Ray and Larry were gone I would crank up the music and take out my dildo and fuck myself until I was exhausted.

Finally, the day came that I could dance and writhe and jerk without hurting my tits. I had regained all of the feeling in my nipples and then some. It seemed like the implants pushed my nipples out more, making them even more sensitive than before. My hair was down to the middle of my back and was very wavy and big. My body was tighter more limber than ever. I was definitely ready to turn heads.

I really dressed myself up. I had on the outfit I would dance in. I had on knee high, black, leather, platform boots, a lycra mini-skirt that barely covered my ass over a black lace g-string, sheer, white crop top over a black bra, and a black leather collar to top it off. I spent over an hour on my makeup. I had electric blue eye shadow and dark eye liner, blush, and the deepest red lipstick I could find. I was sex personified, and I was ready to dance. Little did I know, but Ray and Larry had planned a party, just for the three of us, to celebrate my getting back to the club. It was supposed to be my first night back, but when I came into the living room all slutted up and ready to dance, Ray and Larry were waiting for me with champagne. I knew they couldn't see it through my makeup, but I was blushing. It was sweet, but I had to go to work. I wanted to go, but Larry insisted I stay and party. After some whining, I decided to stay. What the hell was one more night away from the stage anyway.

I sat on the couch with them on either side of me. We drank and listened to Ray's CDs. Apparently, Ray got a new CD and wanted me to dance for them. I was too embarrassed to at first, but they assured me it would be fine. So I got up and prepared to put on a show as the song began.

I was shocked when the music started. It was unlike anything Ray owned. I mean, the music was the same type, but it hit me so hard, I almost fell down. It immediately got in my head. The tunes vibrating my brain. I stood there for a moment, frozen, as I felt the most erotic pulsing begin in my body. It started in my pussy and radiated out to my nipples and all over my body. I didn't even know it, but my hips were undulating. I wasn't in control, yet I was. I was moving my hips, but it was as if the music told me to, and I obeyed. All of the sudden the bass started. Each hit of the drum sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout my well endowed frame. I closed my eyes as my mouth opened and my breath came out in rushed gusts. My hands came alive and rubbed all over my body as I threw my head back. My eyes shot open and I could see Ray and Larry sitting back on the couch enjoying the peep show.

"What's... uh... going on?" I questioned weakly. "I've never... huh... uh... felt like this. The music... what is it... d... do... doing to me?" I looked frantically at Ray an Larry. Larry was slapping Ray on the back and smiling a devilish grin. I was so confused. Subconsciously the music was forcing me to be the total slut. Without thinking, my legs spread and I thrust my hips in a fucking motion as I caressed my new tits. Be a slut I was told. I couldn't help it as I tore of my top and ripped off my skirt. I rotated around and around. Turning, I reached back and unhooked my bra. I slipped off my panties and kicked them aside. The music hit me again, and I fell to my knees in front of the two men. Be a slut it said again. My fingers went to my pussy. Two... three fingers thrust in and out as I pumped my hips up and down on the ground like I was fucking someone under me. Wave after wave of orgasm pummeled my helpless body as I tried desperately to control it. Be a complete whore.

Next thing I knew I was all fours crawling towards my roommates. Slowly I made my way across the floor. I couldn't believe what was happening. Ray and Larry had stood up and were taking off their clothes. I was about to have sex with them and there was nothing I could do about it. But there was nothing I wanted to do to prevent it either. I had thought for a while now that they were cute, but never realized it would come to this. Their cocks were half erect and already huge. How was I supposed to get them inside me? I didn't care. By that time, the confusion of being controlled by the music was gone. I wanted to fuck! Ray and Larry stood side by side with huge smiles on their faces. They didn't move at all except that their eyes got bigger the closer I got to them.

I made my way to Ray and began to kiss his legs. Kissing my way up until my face was inches from his growing cock. I just couldn't wait. I opened my mouth wide and took his cock in my ready mouth. My thick lips smearing red lipstick on his rod as I took him deep. In and out. I thrust my head up and down his length. Eyes staring up at his face.

"Suck that cock like a good whore," he said. I knew I should have been appalled, but the fuck talk just made me want it more. I loved him calling me a whore. I sucked harder, faster. My mouth like a pump on his dick. I grabbed his ass and forced him deeper until I gagged, but kept going. He grunted and ran his hand through my hair. I never knew how good it could feel to pleasure a man. Just then, he grabbed my hair and forced his cock down my throat. I didn't even gag. I just took it all. I felt his cock pulse and hot cum shot down my throat. He pulled his cock out of me and two more white strands landed across my face. I licked what I could, before Larry grabbed me and put his cock in my face. I sucked even harder on him, deep throating him over and over. Ray moved behind me and shoved his already hard again prick in my hot pussy. I reacted by fucking back at him. Soon, I was thrusting my body back and forth, alternately shoving each cock deep in my body. Soon Larry came hard down my throat. After he pulled out, Ray, in one motion, flopped back and spun me around so that I was on top of him, face to face. Larry quickly moved behind me and put his cock in my ass. In one thrust he got it all the way in. It hurt like hell, but with Ray in my throbbing cunt, it made it all feel even better. We fucked like that for a while until we all collapsed and fell asleep on the floor.

The next morning, I gave them both a blow job before taking a shower and getting ready for my first real day back at the club. When I got home, Larry and Ray were watching a porno. I loved watching pornos now. But this one was different. I recognized right away that the actors were my roommates and me. Apparently, they had set up multiple hidden cameras for our "party" the night before and spent the day editing it to perfection. Instead of being angry, I loved it. We watched it from beginning to end several times and fucked that night too.

The next day, Larry approached me wondering if I'd like to do a real porno. I was overjoyed at the idea. He said I could start the very next day! I have to admit I was nervous at first, but once I had them play one of Ray's CDs, I was ready to go, and then some. I fucked all day with several different guys and still managed to get in a few hours at the club. Life was so great from that day on. I fucked all day and danced at night. I couldn't believe I had wanted to be anything but a porn star and stripper. I had forgotten about school except for how boring it was. Who wanted to study all day when you could have sex? I was so glad I made the decision to get new tits and drop out. It was the best decision of my life. I have to admit I was addicted to sex, but I was also addicted to Ray's music. I got rid of all my own. It just didn't have the same quality to it. Ray's stuff talked to me. I bought a portable CD player so I could listen to it all the time. Even when I didn't listen to it I would hum it to myself. It was like my theme song. About a month passed and Ray told me to take a Friday night off, because he had something very special planned. He told me to wait at home until Larry got there. He said that he was bringing something that I would find very enjoyable. That sounded like sex to me, so I was in.

I prepared for the night. I had on my sluttiest lingerie: leather bra, crotchless panties, black sheer stockings, and lacy black gloves. I topped it off with spiked high heels. I then waited patiently for my two gorgeous roommates to bring home my surprise. I hoped it was a stud with a huge cock. In a manner of speaking I was totally correct. When I heard the keys in the door, my heart jumped. I was so excited. The door opened and there were Ray, Larry, and a Great Dane. This was my surprise? I didn't really have time for a pet with all the work I was doing. What I didn't know was that I had things very backwards.

"What do you think?" Larry asked. "His name is Emperor. Isn't he a beauty? He was the biggest one I could find. And such good coloring. But that's not the best part." I was a little confused, but curious as well.

"And what would that be?" A stray hand made its way to my pussy. I began to finger my self. I didn't know why, I just felt like I had to right then and
there. Just then I heard it. While I was fixed on the dog, Ray was back at the stereo and had put another one of his CDs in. Having remembered what happened the last time we were in a similar situation, I began to get nervous.

"You aren't thinking of me fucking that dog are you?" I asked uneasily.

"Of course we are... bitch!" Ray answered quickly. At the word bitch I felt a pulse rock my body. I fell to my knees and forward onto my hands.

"T-t-turn the music off," I pleaded. "D-d-don't make me d-d-do this." I raised my ass high in the air, wagging it from side to side. My tongue made it's way out of my mouth and I began to pant. My pussy was getting very wet and I began to whine. The dog's ears began to perk up. He was sniffing the air. No doubt he could smell my helpless sex. He began moving towards me, but Larry kept the leash tight.

"Monica," Larry said, "This should be the hottest video yet. You are such a big star. This would make you the biggest star ever. And I know how much you want it. Just look at you on the floor. So ready for him to fuck you into superstardom." At that he let the dog off its leash. He immediately sprang to my pussy, sniffing and licking.

"P-p-please stop him," I pleaded between pants. The music was more powerful than ever before. I could barely control myself enough to talk. How long before this CD became part of my brain like the rest? I began to hump my pussy back at his face, letting him get all that he wanted. I began to get hotter and hotter as his tongue bathed my clit. Before long, I was close to orgasm. "Please don't cum," I begged myself. "Then he'll smell it and want to fuck..."

It was too late. Before I could finish the thought, my hips jerked and the sweet pulses of orgasm shot through my body. Wave after endless wave of girly pleasure swept through my body in the most intense orgasm to date. I could feel my pussy oozing my sex juices onto Emperor's tongue. Before I could recover, the dog mounted me and grabbed my hips. He must have outweighed me by fifty pounds, because his weight knocked the wind out of me. I looked up at Larry. He had a huge smile on his face as he took off all his clothes. I couldn't see Ray as he was still behind me messing with the stereo.

My arms gave out and my face and tits pressed into the carpet. My thighs spread even more as I arched my back exposing my gaping pussy completely. All it took was three lunges and Emperor buried his cock deep inside me. I screamed as he pistoned into my hips again and again. His cock was enormous, as big around as my wrist, and I could tell he wasn't totally hard yet. My pussy clenched with every thrust. It probably felt to him like my cunt was sucking his cock. I was totally out of control. My mind was slipping. I knew that soon I would be just a mindless fuck toy for Emperor. The music was relentless. All I could focus on was that monster cock driving in and out of my desperate cunt. I was fucking back every time he was pushing forward.

Just after what seemed like my tenth orgasm, I felt it. A large ball of hot flesh at the base of Emperor's cock, pounding at my pussy entrance. It was huge. It felt like a hot softball slamming my fuck hole. There was no way I could take it, yet Emperor was slamming me harder and harder like he was trying to get it in. I tried to tell Ray and Larry something, anything to get him to keep from forcing that thing in me, but all that came out was guttural fuck talk. My eyes got wide and I looked at my roommates with a desperate face.

"She must be feeling the knot," Ray said. "I would sure hate to be her right now. That thing'll tear her apart for sure. I don't care how much cock she's taken in the past few months. Nothing can prepare you for a tie with Emperor." He bent down in front of me and took my chin in his hands.

Looking into my eyes he said, "I want to see the look on her face as it pops in." I couldn't move except for the violent rocking back and forth of my body as Emperor relentlessly humped me. Little by little the knot was working its way into me. Suddenly, he gave a powerful thrust and it ripped into my pussy. All of it was in me. All of his cock and all of this flesh ball wedged in my cunt. I was stretched much farther than I have ever been before. My face tightened up as my eyes shut tight. I grit my teeth and then my mouth flew open in a gasp. I didn't even breath for at least a minute. That's when the real fucking began.

After pausing a moment following his successful tie with me, Emperor went back to fucking me with more fervor than ever before. He knew I was locked onto his huge cock and wasn't getting away. He fucked me like a bitch. A bitch in heat. That's all I was to him. Just a hot cunt for his stud prick. His pelvis pummeled my ass over and over as his buried cock thrust all over my insides. He began to whine and I knew it was only a little while until my pussy would be soaked with his hot cum. Ray and Larry knew I was beat. It was really no contest. No time like the present for them to explain how I had gone from prudish college girl to total slut in just a few short months. They explained it to me as I was fucked by Emperor.

Ray had been engineering these CDs for years at his lab. They were laced with compound subliminals that not only suggested, but commanded and programmed the listener to do as they said. They explained how people are more receptive during sleep and how I had been under the influence from the first night I slept there. Weeks and weeks of programming had paid off and no matter what I thought, I was their whore to do with as they pleased. My mind had been hardwired with the programming of a complete fuck slut. Even if they wanted me to suck off a hundred dogs in a row, all they needed was a CD and I would do it... and love it. By the time they finished their speech I didn't care. The new CD had taken hold and I began to beg Emperor to fuck me harder. I knew there was no return, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that dog's giant cock fucking my pussy. I opened my mouth and Ray rewarded me with his cock. I sucked like a whore trying to make a fast buck. My mouth went up and down his shaft like a suction pump. Then the dog came.

White hot jets of Emperor's dog cum sprayed my insides. It was so good. It filled me up quickly and I could feel it squirting out of my cunt and running down my thighs. Then Ray came into my mouth and down my throat. Just as he finished, Larry rammed his cock between my lips and I was more than happy to accommodate. Just when Emperor slowed down, Larry deposited a load to join Ray's. Emperor hopped off my back and I was surprised to feel his cock still locked in me. He tugged a bit but could not get his cock out of me.

"Just sit tight," Larry said. "It should take a good half hour to go down enough to let you go. I buried my face in the rug once more and fingered myself to my last orgasm before passing out with the dog still locked inside me. I woke up in the middle of the floor, naked and sore. My pussy felt like a truck had rolled over it and my mind was a fuzz.

"Good morning, slut," Ray said as he sat down on the couch in front of me. "I did the pleasure of playing the final CD for you while you slept. I think you will find yourself without sexual will of your own. Let's test it, shall we? It's time for your morning fuck."

Suddenly a pulse shot through my body and my pussy swelled with lust. Nipples hardened on monster tits and I got to my hands and knees like the night before.

"On your back this time, whore," I heard Larry say as he entered the room. "I want to see your tits when you cum." I just giggled. I loved it when they talked down to me like a cheap cunt. I was one and proud of it. I got on my back and spread my legs. My right hand went to my eager pussy and left hand fondled my 34HHH tits. It was automatic. There was no music this time. It was all me.

Ray asked, "So does the idea of becoming our complete fuck slave appeal to you?" I just smiled and relished the first of my orgasms for that session. I reached up and pulled Ray onto my chest. "I'll take that as a yes," Ray said as he shoved his cock between my tits. The programming was complete. I was Ray and Larry's personal slut. I would do whatever they asked, whenever, and for as long as they wanted. As Ray sat on my chest and put his cock between my wonderful boobs and Larry slid his cock in my sopping pussy, I reflected on how much I was going to love it. Oh yes. I would love it forever.

The End?

This is my first story and I would appreciate any feedback you can give me. My
email is monica_sub@hotmail.com