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Dr Snow

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Matt had been increasingly unhappy with his girlfriend Samantha. At one point in their relationship she would wake him by inhaling his cock and relished letting him cum down her throat of all over her face depending on the mood of the day. He would come home and find her needy little ass in the air ready to have Matt stuff his cock in the hole of his choosing. While you couldn’t say she was a submissive she had some of the traits and face it the girl liked to fuck. She was most certainly a whore, a dirty one at that who when drunk would allow just about anything to be stuffed in her by anyone. She was, however, loyal; or so Matt thought. It was a sudden transition. Sam called one night to say she had to work late and it was well after 1 A.M. that he heard the shower running. He peaked in the bathroom and watched as Sam lathered herself. Matt thought it a bit odd but said little even when he realized she had washed her hair, something she never did before bed because it took so long to dry. The next morning Matt woke up to find a note that Sam had to go in early to finish what she didn’t get done the night before. Part of his brain was proud she was finally being recognized for her talent at work but a slight tug in the back of his mind told him something was wrong. Matt went downstairs to make coffee but passing the laundry room he was surprised to find the washer running. Upon inspection the washer was set to delicate and inside were a few of Sam’s thongs, Including the pair he saw laying on the floor of the bathroom the night before, bra’s, a garter belt, and a bustier that he had only got to peel off her once. Now that tug in the back of his mind had turned into a scream and he picked up the phone and punched in her number. “Hey hunny,” the familiar voice answered. “You were gone awfully early today baby.” “I know and I am sorry, but we have a big presentation for a new customer and it has to be perfect,” she said as if this was a normal occurrence. “I may be late tonight too, the customer wants to meet for drinks with our team and well, I can’t very well refuse. I promise I will make it up to you,” she said almost sounding sincere. “Sam the washer…” “Oh yeah I spilled perfume into my lingerie drawer and wanted to get the smell off so I threw them in this morning,” she finished. “Babe, I have to duck into a meeting, I will call you later ok.” With that the conversation was over but Matt wasn’t buying the story. After a quick investigation found no perfume smell in the drawer in question, it was still full, and the shower last night were all suspicious. This required some thought so Matt called his boss and told him he had come down with the flu. Since he hardly ever called in there were none of the routine questions. Matt needed to think but he needed to cum first. He got comfortable with his laptop and pulled up a couple of websites getting more and more aroused while he edged his cock for a great orgasm. He finally wandered across to Tumblr and scrolled through his feed. “Ahhh Tuzdae has a new submission,” he noticed as his fist pumped up and down his shaft. The new video submission showed her stuffing several fingers into her pussy and then licking cum off her fingers. This was enough to send him over the edge and he fired a thick stream of cum in her general direction, just missing the computer itself. After a quick clean-up it was time to do some real thinking. Matt googled couples counseling and he lazily scrolled through the ads. Religion based, new age, retreats… “Fuck,” he thought. “Not only would she not go to any of these but they looked like true was of time and money.” “Maybe it was sex related,” Matt thought, “after all that is where this all started.” He adjusted his search settings and after a couple of boring ads he was stunned to see a familiar face looking back at him. Dr. T. Snow PhD, LMFT, LPC, AASECT, ACCH followed by a picture of a woman whose green eyes he would know anywhere. A quick check of the acronyms and he knew he has struck gold; certified sex therapist and certified hypnotherapist. “Perfect,” he thought. He filled out the contact me form and paused just before hitting send. “Let’s make sure she gets back to me quickly,” Matt thought and changed the greeting from “Dear Dr. Snow to Dear Tuzdae and signed off with, “Sincerely, your boy Matt “Magic1978.” Not 10 minutes went by and the cell on the table rang. Matt looked at the screen and noticed it was a private number. “Hello.” “Matt, I think you have an idea who this is.” “Yes, Tuzdae I do.” “Matt for now let’s just call me Ms. Snow or Dr. Snow please. I read your problem and I can help, can you meet me at my office in an hour?” “Matt glanced at the address on the web page; can we make it two,” he asked? “Sure, see you then, and Matt, this is between us ok?” “Understood Dr. Snow,” he replied. Matt jumped up and literally ran to the bathroom for a shower. As he pulled down his underwear a fresh hard on was pointing straight at the ceiling. Pictures of big tits, wet pussies, and stories detailing the most perverse sexual situations swirled in his brain. “Fuck,” he thought, “how was he going to hide this?” He arrived at the medical office building with 10 minutes to spare and found Dr. T. Snow in the building directory. He boarded the elevator and pushed 4. Moments later he stood outside an office and he paused for a moment before he went in. “You got this Matt; she said she could help.” Matt walked in and was greeted by a gorgeous blonde receptionist. “May you help me,” she said with a giggle. “No no ummm may I help you, yeah that sounds right,” she said as if celebrating. “I have an appointment,” Matt said with a little chuckle at the bimbo working Tuzdae’s reception desk. “Oh gosh, you do? Ummm I think I am supposed to offer you something while you wait, ummmm oh a blow job or titty fuck, gosh I don’t remember. Well I suppose you could have both,” the big titted blonde asked behind batting lashes. “A beverage Bambi, you are supposed to offer a beverage not sex unless I tell you,” said a voice behind her. “You will have to excuse Bambi Matt, she was the best defense attorney in town before she was ordered to undergo anger management after a particularly nasty outburst directed at the District Attorney. As it turns out he had been waiting, even provoking her, to send her to me for…well neutralization. I’m afraid most of her professional skills are gone but she is a great example for my clients in what I can do for them. We had the tits done, got rid of the god awful hair cut she had, blew up her lips and well basically wiped her brain and made her hypersexual.” “Bambi, show Matt your body!” Bambi just giggled as she stripped out of her clothes. She sat on the floor, legs spread and jutted out her chest. Her tits were impressive, huge in fact. Flat, toned stomach that ran into a very fine blonde patch at the top of her clit. Her platinum blonde hair was set off by a warm tan, in short she was the perfect bimbo. “Bambi, lock the office door to make sure we are not disturbed and masturbate while watching porn while we are meeting. I will drop you off at the strip club when Matt and I are through.” With that we walked into Dr. Snow’s office. The lighting was subdued. Nice art pieces adorned the walls and shelves, and an over-stuffed couch and matching chair took up one corner of the large office. “Please sit down Matt,” Tuzdae said as she gestured towards the couch. “Is there anything I can get you?” “No I am interested in how you think you can help me.” “Well Matt in the time it took you to get here I can tell you what I know. Your girlfriend Sam is having an affair with her boss and has for some time. It has gotten more serious recently.” “How do I know,” she anticipated, “when you do favors for the district attorney and half the business men in town you develop a very good intelligence network. It only took me two calls to find out what I need to know. She is having an affair and will be leaving you in a few weeks when her boss lands this new account. She has also been used by him to service clients and is in fact one of the reasons they are landing this account; well her pussy is anyway.” Matt slumped into the couch and felt the bile rise up in his throat. He tried to speak but the lump there prevented it for the moment. “I’m sorry Matt, I find it best to be straight forward with the information at this point, like pulling off a Band-Aid; it is going to hurt no matter what but we can get this part over quick. Now would you like to know how I can help you?” Matt just nodded as Dr. Snow laid out her plan or revenge and was dumfounded at the detail of the information this woman had. “So it is settled then, you will present her with this gift certificate for smoking cessation therapy and I will take care of the rest.” Sam had been trying to quit for some time but every time she did she gave up after she put on any more than 5 pounds. Her boss loathed the habit and she was desperate it seemed to quit but was terrified he wouldn’t want her if she put on any weight. All there was to do was set the trap and let her greed and deception spring it. “Ok Matt, so we will see you back here at 7 PM sharp on Friday.” “Give her a small dose of this every night,” Dr. Snow said handing me a small vial of liquid. “It will help get her mind prepared for what we need to do. You need to go on with the rest of the week like nothing is wrong, Friday will put an end to her cheating ways.” Dr. Snow moved to her desk. “Bambi, bring your cunt here. Matt is going to need some inspiration to get his through this week.” The door opened and the flushed blonde entered, her cunt open and dripping. She immediately sunk to her knees and began bobbing up and down on Matt’s hard cock. His balls tightened and she took his sprurting cock out and squealed with glee as thick ropes of cum splashed on her waiting face and huge tits. As she turned around and sat down on his cock, Matt had a great view of Dr. Snow, shirt hiked up, plunging a large dildo in and out of her cunt. It wasn’t long, with both views, before he was grunting another load deep in the frenzied blonde’s pussy. “That should help get you through the week,” Tuzdae stated. “Now please lock the door on your way out Bambi has some work to do on me.” Matt didn’t really remember the drive home just a vision of Samantha on her hands and knees getting fucked by some old CEO or flashes of her dick of a boss getting his cock sucked by her behind his office door. Her pussy being used as a negotiation device. The whore was going to pay. First he had to get his head straight to get through the rest of the week. Bambi had helped with that! Matt knew she Sam wouldn’t be home until late so he decided his best course of action was to avoid her as much as possible. He opened a bottle of her favorite wine, poured a little 1/3 of the bottle of liquid in it and placed the cork back in. Next he found a box, put the smoking certificate inside and wrapped it in a neutral wrapping paper he found in the closet. He put it on the table, and crashed on the couch. He heard he stumble in after two. “Fucking drunk slut,” Matt thought. A thumping noise made him get up to see what the issue was. There was the former love of his life sprawled on the floor passed out. She was not in the business attire she normally wore but a short skirt and what could only be described as a backless vest. Matt had never seen either before. The way she was laying gave him a good view up her skirt and she wasn’t wearing panties. A closer inspection and he noticed a slight bleach smell of cum and she was leaking from both her ass and pussy and both looked well used. He thumbed her clit and she moaned. He rubbed a little harder and she began writhing. “Tom fuck me again before I have to go home to that loser.” she said with a heavy slur. “Loser,” Matt thought, “ and to utter her bosses name,” he would teach her a little. Matt roughly picked her up, shoved her head first over the arm of the couch. He propped her ass in the air, pushed what little skirt she was wearing up over her ass, spread her ass cheeks and sunk his cock in her ass. She moaned and slurred a string of filth Matt had never heard come out of her mouth. She begged to be fucked harder and the harder Matt banged at her ass the more she begged. “Fuck my whore ass Daddy, make me your ass whore baby! Yes take it, take my slut ass, yeah that’s it fuck me like those other guys couldn’t. Take back your ass Daddy. Come on Fuck me with that big black piece of meat. Fuck yes! Make me take more cock for you Daddy, I am your cunt use me to beat off that huge cock” Her drunken pleas pushed Matt over the edge and he unloaded in her ass, wiping his cock off on her skirt when he was done. For a moment he thought about tucking her in on the couch but decided her ass up in the air, leaking cum was the perfect position for her. Matt wondered what she would think when she came to like this or perhaps this had become a more normal position as of late. She was already in the shower when Matt woke up, last night’s clothes stuffed in the back of their closet. They were literally caked with cum upon inspection. Matt placed them where he found them and made sure he was gone before she came out. For the rest of the week Matt did what he could to avoid Sam, a thank you for the certificate, more of the liquid in her creamer, more of her stumbling in drunk and more and more bold. Apparently she really cared less about getting bounced out on her whore ass. When Friday finally rolled around Matt waited for her to come down. He had a glass of wine for Sam and had poured the remainder of the vial in it. She had been more and more “dazed” all week and the thought crossed his mind that maybe her boldness and slutty behavior was partially his fault; well all would be put right soon. She gulped the wine and fidgeted uncomfortably before it was time to leave. The drive to Tuzdae’s office was just as uncomfortable and Matt was almost relieved when they stepped off the elevator. They stepped into the office and Matt noticed that Bambi was not at her desk but a voice inside “Dr. Snow’s” office said in here please. When the two walked in the office Matt was stunned. Dr. Snow was sitting at her desk with Bambi lapping at her bare pussy. Bambi was purring like a kitten and Tuzdae’s head was back and she was cumming all over the fuck toy’s face. “What the hell is this,” Sam stuttered! “I am not about to stand here and….” “Shut up whore,” Tuzdae demanded as she stood up. “I am not going to listen to your lying mouth,” she said snapping her fingers. Sam tried to speak but only her mouth moved; no sound came out. “You see slut I am already in control but I am not quite done yet. Take off your clothes and go sit down.” As if someone had flipped a switch she began stripping out of her clothes. Her back was stripped red as if someone had been flogging her. Matt also noticed a tattoo on her ass cheek. Upon inspection it was an Ace of Spades. “Well that fits,” Matt thought, “he had turned the woman he thought he wanted to be with into a BBC whore. She really didn’t give a fuck about him, she hadn’t even tried to hide what she was doing.” “Matt it looks like someone has decided a role for herself should we help her along?” Matt nodded, not exactly knowing what that meant. “Sam,” Tuzdae said forcefully, “your cunt is being assaulted by 1000 tongues but you will not cum.” Sam began to quiver and slightly pushed her pelvis forward as she humped the air. “Get your ass over on the chair, put your arms on the arm rest, they are tied to the arm, your legs are spread and tied to the floor,” Tuzdae commanded. “Your cunt is on fire, you have never been so turned on but you can’t quite get off.” Matt watched as Sam moved to the chair and sat lewdly in it. She placed her arms and legs exactly as she had been told and she struggle like she was actually tied down. She, however, continued to hump, the chair this time, trying to get some relief for her cunt. “Samantha, you may now talk but you are still tied to the chair,” Tuzdae said as she snapped her fingers. Sam opened her mouth but only moans escaped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screamed, “please let me cum, please!” Tuzdae ignored her as she stripped out of her skirt, shrugged off her shirt, freed her big tits from her bra and sat on the edge of the desk and spread her pussy. “Matt, would you like to eat my pussy?” Matt didn’t answer but moved to the edge of the desk and buried his face in Tuzdae’s tasty puss. “MMMMM, I will bet you wish you could be getting this now don’t you cunt,” Tuzdae snarled in Sam’s direction. “Eat that cunt Matt, fuck me with that tongue, come on baby fuck it, yeah get a couple of fingers in there, yeah stretch it, yeeeeeessssssss,” Tuzdae said as she exploded all over the desk and soaked Matt’s face. Without missing a beat Tuzdae slid off the desk and swallowed Matt’s hard cock up to his balls all the while looking at him with her green eyes. When she would take him deep she would stick her tongue out and lap the underside of his balls. Tuzdae felt his balls tighten and she swallowed the length of him and felt with satisfaction as hot liquid slid down her stomach. She fisted the softening cock for a minute giving Matt a minute to recover while she turned to look at Sam. “Sam, Matt is going to fuck me for the rest of the night. Each time he trusts into me you are going to cum, each time you cum you are going to lose a little more of yourself, you are going to only think about your cunt, how badly you want it filled, how much your life revolves around cock and cum. You are going to forget about a career, family, future, any life other than what Matt is going to give you once he is done using all of my holes. When he cums you will explode with a bigger and bigger orgasm each time. Every time that whore cunt contracts you will think Matt is my master, anything he says I must do; is that clear?” She started to say “fuck you” when she stuffed Matt’s cock in her. From that moment on she could do nothing but cum, scream, and curse. Matt slammed into his willing fuck toy over and over again. Bent her over the chair in which Sam was tied and made sure she had a good view of Matt’s cock sliding in and out of her soaking cunt and ass. Over time Sam’s cries became more childlike, more like Bambi. As the sun began to come up and Matt had used his therapist for everything she was worth Tuzdae turned to Samantha. “Samantha?” “Yes,” came a small voice from inside the woman who had arrived so defiant. “You are now Sammie. You belong to Matt; is that completely clear?” **giggle** “Yes Miss.” “You are now free but you have made a mess on my chair, clean it up!” With that Sammie began lapping at the pool of her own cum on the leather chair. She lapped like a puppy at its bowl. “When you are done Sammie, you can come clean all this cum out of my aching holes,” Tuzdae directed. When she was done Sammie crawled across to the desk and began lapping Tuzdae’s cunt much like Bambi had when they had arrived. When she was satisfactorily clean she turned to Matt. “I have a van waiting to take her to a plastic surgeon friend of mine. She will be getting the full bimbo treatment if that is what you want? We can also have that tattoo lasered off if you want?” “I want the full treatment Dr. Snow, I want the tattoo not only left there but I want one on her ankle, shoulder, and above her pussy. She wanted to be a black cock whore, then she can remain one. I can pimp her out and the more advertising the better! With all those tats she is certain to attract the right audience.” “Ok Matt, my fee is normally $100000 but if you let me use her for 6 months then you may have her back with no charge. In fact you may use Bambi while I finish training and subjugating Sammie.” With that Matt left Sammie to her fate with a huge breasted blonde on his arm. “Master,” the clueless whore asked, “I don’t have any clothes; I hope that is ok?” “Yes Bambi,” that is fine Matt responded, “you won’t need any,” he said to a squeal of delight from her. “Oh and Master, we are to come once a week to service Ms. Snow; I hope you are ok with that.” The slut giggled. “May I suck your cock once we are in the car?” With that Matt drove home his aching, over worked, cock soothed by a soft mouth slowly worshiping his manhood. He had forgotten about work but something told him his boss wouldn’t mind after meeting Bambi and telling him how he had a way for them to both move up a spot in the company since the current CEO would soon be meeting Dr. Snow and would soon be unable to perform any duty other than servicing men and women sexually. Matt chucked at that thought as he drifted off to sleep with Bambie holding his soft cock while he slept.

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