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The phone ringing in her bag startled her for a moment. She had been so deep in thought that when it went off she jumped noticeably. She had been thinking about the client she had seen the previous week. He had shown up at her “trick pad” on time and in a very expensive suit. She had been taken slightly aback by his good looks as he wasn’t the type that normally saw an escort. “Oh well”, she thought, “maybe it was true; she got paid to leave”. He kissed her on the cheek and handed her a bouquet of lilies. They were her favorite but Tuzdae wondered how he knew. She had been given flowers before but most men were predictable; red roses. She also noticed the envelope tucked into the bouquet, “wow was this guy classy she thought”. “Excuse me baby”, she said and slid into the other room to practice that time honored whore tradition; counting the envelope. To her amazement there was three times her normal two hour minimum rate. She would normally have shed her thong, stepped out in nothing but a black bra, garters, and stockings but she sensed he was different. She decided he was the type that would rather unwrap his package. She strode into the room and was surprised he was sitting on the couch still dressed, for as many times as she had done this this little act of nonchalance unnerved her. “Why don’t you get more comfortable hun.” “I had something in mind first gorgeous”. He held a dvd in is hand and she was transfixed by the way he worked it between his fingers. It wasn’t the first time a client wanted to watch porn before a session and was the very reason she kept a fairly decent collection, including some of her own work there. She opened the cabinet and inserted the dvd and sat down next to him. The thought trailed off, that was the last real thing she remembered. Certainly there were flashes here and there. Sucking a thick cock, being fucked, and feeling completely full and satisfied. She woke up alone and was startled by the fact that she had let her guard down that far. A thank you card with a nice tip was laying on the dresser but she had never let her guard down like this with a client; she was again unnerved. Tuzdae fished the phone out of her bag and smiled when she saw the name on the display. “Wait”! “Name on the display”? “Had she entered his name” she questioned? A cold flash went through her when she realized it was her personal phone and not her work one. She would not have made that mistake! “Hello”, she said softly. “Tuzdae”, said a languid voice,” this is Steve Hamilton. “Hi Steve,” she replied cautiously, “how did you get this number?” “That isn’t important,” he replied. “I need you to listen very carefully.” Something about his tone made her listen intently but also she still very nervous about the fact that he was in her personal life. “Rhap-so-dy,” he said forcefully and with perfect enunciation of each syllable. “Yes Sir,” a voice in her head said, or was it out loud? She immediately dropped the phone back into her bag, left the mall she was in, drove to an adult novelty store, handed the man at the counter $300 and immediately stripped out of her clothes, (much to the delight of the men ogling the toys and dvd covers). She stepped into a school girl skirt way too short for her frame, a white blouse that did not hide her nipples, and a pair of clear Lucite heels that were at least six inches high. She tied the blouse, halter style in the middle. She hadn’t noticed in her haze but adjusting her tits they seemed fuller. At 34DD she was big but they were at least twice their normal size. Had she actually been thinking she may have actually wondered why but instead adjusted them so her nipples peaked out of the top, and walked out of the store. She looked down as she sat in the seat and her pussy was leaking and plainly visible as the skirt covered nothing. Tuzdae found herself sitting in front of a strange office building. She had no idea how she had gotten there, but through the haze she knew this was her destination and what she was supposed to do. Tuzdae walked into the building and strode past the shocked security desk and directly onto an elevator. She stabbed a number and when the doors opened she turned left, past an equally shocked receptionist, down the hall and into the 4th office on the left. She had been drawn here by an invisible force pulling her as if a puppet. She stood in front of a desk feet shoulder width apart her back slightly arched, as if posing, and stared at the man on the other side of the desk. “Tuzdae,” the man at the desk said. “Very nice to see you again.” “I see that this time you are dressed properly today.” “Uhhh huh,” she said dumbly. “Make yourself comfortable!” The words washed over her and she found herself holding her skirt with one hand and fingering her pussy with the other. She had an uncontrollable need to touch herself. She had pussy juice leaking down her thighs and while she was transfixed by the man at the desk he had not so much even looked at her. “Don’t cum,” he commanded, as her breathing became more ragged. “Obey,” he said forcefully. With that she dropped her skirt, moved around the desk, positioned herself in front of the chair on her knees, unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening cock. It looked huge in her hand but she licked the head and shaft before swallowing it deep in her throat. She had always loved sucking cock but somehow the pull this man had on her made his cock taste like candy and it was truly better than sex having him in her throat. “What in the hell is going on here Hamilton,” she heard a female voice say! “Oh Ms. Nicholson, I wondered how long it would be before you stopped by.” “Do you honestly think I am going to allow this behavior to go on?” “Get that bitch out of here and then pack your shit, you are so fired.” “Shut up, Ms. Nicholson!” “How dare you,” she started to say before she was cut off. “Rhap-so-dy,” he said forcefully. Ms. Nicholson turned crisply and strode to the door. She closed the open door and closed the shades. She stripped out of her skirt, unbuttoned her blouse, and shrugged out of her bra. Her nudity revealed a tight, toned body, a closely trimmed blonde bush and heavy tits that despite her age defied gravity. “O-b-e-y,” he snapped and Ms. Nicholson climbed blankly onto the desk where she spread her cunt and waited. “You see Ms. Nicholson, Tuzdae here is a proper whore. Her cunt is for rent to the highest bidder but even though she is a whore she knows her place. You on the other hand think you are better than everyone. I used the same program on you that I used on her. Tuzdae get up here and show her how you can eat pussy too.” With that the invisible strings pulled her to her feet and she buried her face in the blonde pussy in front of her. Tuzdae lapped hungrily at the cunt in front of her and moaned with satisfaction as she felt Mr. Hamilton move behind her, lift her skirt and slide in her needy hole. The force of his thrusts pushed her face into the cunt in front of her and she mewed with satisfaction at the pleasure she was giving and receiving. Tuzdae reached under her and instinctively rubbed her cunt and the let her fingers drag over the balls slapping her ass. Deep in the back of her fogged brain she knew he was close. Tuzdae fucked furiously back against the cock behind her and redoubled her efforts on the pussy in front of her. She felt a hot spray on her face as Ms. Nicholson exploded in Tuzdae’s face and another warm rush hit her pussy at the same time. “That is a good whore Tuzdae!” “Mmmm yes Master,” Tuzdae slurred. “I am a good whore!” “Tell Ms. Nicolson how much you enjoyed her cunt!” “Yes Master, I loved her cunt!” “When can I have more Sir?” “Well soon slut, you are both going to be working for the new company I have formed. I took one real whore. A woman who will fuck and suck anyone at any time and she will be training the new whores I have created. You see nothing seems to seal a business relationship like giving my partners a mindless fuck toy to them for their own use.” “Tuzdae what are you?” “I am your cunt Sir, your training cunt. I will train them how to dress, how to talk, how to fuck Sir.” “What is that leaking from your cunt whore?” “Your yummy cum Sir.” “Don’t you think Ms. Nicholson should clean you up?” “If that would please you Sir!” Tuzdae moved over Ms. Nicolson, or as she was now known Bambi, and spread her cunt lips, letting the precious fluid run onto her new trainee’s face. “I knew I was right about taking you when I read your Tumblr page whore!” “Yes Daddy, you were right!” Even in her fog she knew it was the real reason she had started the blog, she wanted this and she knew she had trained her whole life to pass her skills onto other whores; she was home!

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