Prostitute Production (Transformation Series Adult Novels)

The whore is making the whore make me really can't control it. I am able to completely influence other people's minds, and their bodies are controlled to some extent by their minds. This makes it natural for me to use my abilities to achieve my own joy.

It is not purely private happiness. Not completely selfish. Really, every one of my "victims" thoroughly enjoyed what he or she did.

Take Melissa Stevens, for example. Mrs. Stevens is a 32-year-old housewife in a lovely suburb of an unnamed city. Her husband is a doctor. The Stevenses lived in a fine house and had no children.

Mrs. Stevens is usually busy with church or volunteer work, or playing tennis at the tennis club. Summer was just beginning, so today she was able to enjoy her first sunbath in the backyard pool.

Mrs. Stevens has a pair of appetizing curves. That's as it should be - she does more exercise. Her ancestry was mixed: her ancestors had come from Africa, Polynesia, and India; their blood combined to create a gorgeous beauty with a killer body, a pretty face, and curly, flowing black hair. The sun has done nothing to dampen Mrs. Stevens's tan, but she doesn't worry about her appearance because she knows she is beautiful -- and she feels great.

Today Mrs. Stevens wore a shockingly skimpy bikini. All her swimwear was revealing—she didn't even have a dress—but this was a black one with knots like noodles and a strap going around the back that could be recognized as thick dental floss. It's a brand new swimsuit. Mrs. Stevens picked it out in the store yesterday without giving it a second thought. (I admit: this was my idea.)

Mrs. Stevens was stretched out on a lounge chair. Next to her on the table was a bottle of tanning oil; she had set it out outside this morning, and now the warm sun was out. She opened the bottle and let the oil drip down her palms. She began to rub the oil onto her soft, well-proportioned arms, pointed shoulders, snow-white neck, slender legs and flat belly. She closed the bottle, laid back and slowly let her eyes close.

She suddenly opened her eyes, sat up and picked up the bottle. She needed more oil, more warm oil. She has to pour it into her palm...

…..With a ball of warm tanning oil in her palm, Mrs. Stevens put the bottle down, laid back, closed her eyes again, and slid her palm quickly over the crotch beneath her bathing suit. Then she put her hands under her swimsuit bottom and rubbed the tanning oil into her soft, curly pubic hair and her juicy labia.

Mrs. Stevens loves sex. She enjoys sex quite a lot. The backyard was surrounded by a high wall, so there was no need to worry about anyone seeing her. But she never urged herself to masturbate outside, naked, where someone might see her. Until today. She wasn't sure what was happening to her. Not sure why she was suddenly so horny. Why did she suddenly feel naughty and dirty?

[Like a whore seeking excitement]

Not sure where this idea came from at all! She never, and would never, imagine herself as a—

[Bad whore - a slippery, stinky cunt ready for anyone to fuck]

-No! She didn't like this feeling at all. She didn't like these dirty thoughts invading her. She also didn't like the way the hands and fingers were moving at double speed, pressing hard against her clit and pumping in and out of her wet cunt; and how they were all over her pussy, forming a greasy mixture mixed with her own juices.

[Wet and slippery whore, ready to swallow - dirty, self-heated bitch]

Mrs. Stevens was still struggling with these thoughts, thoughts that had been so foreign a few minutes ago, but had become so familiar with frightening rapidity. She was too busy trying to make sure she wasn't -

A noisy, tight, walking cunt - a cum dumpster - a happy, wanton housewife

She didn't notice that now both of her palms were inside her swimsuit, rubbing and making her wet, and instantly she was even wetter. And when her hand was well lubricated, it moved up to the top of her breasts, then inside, reaching her hardened nipples. It pinched, rubbed and tugged at her pink nipples, coating her breasts with her secret juices.

Mrs. Stevens resisted, but finally, her mind gave way. It pours in, feeding off those filthy, naughty thoughts. She is a whore and a slut. She was so wet that big drops of the oily mixture - now mostly a cream of her own juices - formed at the base of her thighs and began to drip through the cracks in the lounge chair onto the concrete floor. She turned over and got on all fours in the lounge chair, so that she could rub her nipples through the top of her swimsuit on the plastic chair, while her palms stayed inside the bottom of her swimsuit, alternating between pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt and gently but quickly penetrating her asshole. Mrs. Stevens was not a fan of anal sex until her character revealed that she was -

[Asshole slaves - anal prostitutes - anal girls - anal whores - girls who like their asses fucked]

- There are other things.

Mrs. Stevens enjoys sex. She particularly enjoys sexual intercourse. She loves having sex with living things that move. She loves fucking and sucking cock. She loves making love with her husband. With other young boys.

【Sexual abuse instructor】

She *is* a whore mentor. She wants to teach young boys how to fuck. How to fuck her cunt till it trembles. How to taste her, lick her and feed her the cum.

Mrs. Stevens conveniently—though, I must admit, not accidentally—had next door access to Kyle, who easily peered in from his upstairs window. Kyle is 14 years old. Kyle had been jerking his cock off from the moment he started watching Mrs. Stevens' performance, wanting to get his cock inside Mrs. Stevens's dripping wet cunt, and he nearly exploded from what he was seeing.

This makes Kyle easier to manipulate than Mrs. Stevens. It was easy enough to get Kyle out of his room, downstairs, outside, and through the Stevenses' unlocked front door to the backyard pool. Once there, he quickly undressed. Mrs. Stevens could not see him; she remained on all fours in the lounge chair with her back to the house.

Kyle approached Mrs. Stevens who was moaning and fucking her vagina and asshole. She whispered to herself, caressing herself: "Good girl, good teacher, good whore. Good boy - fuck me...fuck me...eat me..."

Her plump buttocks swung toward the sky. Kyle had dropped to his knees behind her. His dick was bent hard and upward. Under normal circumstances he would have exploded long ago, but I controlled his brain and prevented that from happening.

Kyle is hungry. He was hungry for the buttocks. Fortunately, it is selecting rules. He leaned forward and placed his palms on Mrs. Stevens's plump buttocks, hooking his thumbs through the straps of her swimsuit. His lips and tongue pressed against her greasy, tightly folded anus, and at the same time, she gasped and moaned softly.

(I am depraved. I feel the thrill in my gut, knowing that this boy is having his first sexual experience - no kisses, no hands, nothing - and I call him to devour this horny asshole.)

Mrs. Stevens was at least as shaken as I was. She moaned softly, turning her head to watch Kyle devour his meal. He danced his tongue around her anus, teasing it before penetrating eagerly but slowly inside, trying to draw out what taste he could. She moaned and he French kissed her ass. She whimpered. She became the slutty teacher she wanted to be.

"Good, Kyle, very good," she said. "Come in there. Fuck my asshole with your tongue. Make it thoroughly juicy so the cock can fit smoothly inside."

He licked and ate her buttocks for at least ten minutes. He let his tongue slide down the juicy, wet, hot pussy. Mrs. Stevens wanted to rub her erection but she felt too lazy to move. She wanted to take herself away from it all, but she couldn't. Later, I decided.

at this time. A resistance suddenly emerged in Mrs. Stevens' head, and she asked, "Should a 14-year-old boy suck my asshole?" Before she could answer herself, I pushed her lightly, just a little bit psychologically. This nudge was enough - she was so hot and horny now, I only had to take her mind off for a moment, to get her off balance, and then Kyle's tongue or lips would touch a new spot and she'd mentally scream out to herself, "Yes! Yes, he should! He has to learn how to be my slave boy!"

Then she said loudly, in a thick, breathy voice, "So... so good, horny boy. Taste this tight ass. Eat it!"

She thought about the pleasure of this feeling. She thought of her husband, the handsome Dr. Stevens.

She looked forward to the pressure of his cock and the thrusts in and out of her wet asshole.

She also wanted Kyle to suck her at the same time, just like he was doing now.

She wished Kyle would prepare Dr. Stevens's cock for her and work it up with his mouth.

She wished Dr. Stevens would have them both - her and Kyle - kneeling in front of him for an hour, swallowing his cock, sucking his balls, licking his rosebud asshole.

She wanted the two men - Dr. Stevens and Kyle - to lean against the wall, legs spread, so she could taste their asses.

Mrs. Stevens wanted these things to happen. They will - I always like to make sure that everyone I control lives out his or her fantasies, even if I'm the one who instilled them with them.

Now, she had other things to think about. Kyle had finished with his tongue, the asshole almost numb now from how furiously he had wet it. He stepped back; she rolled over on the lounge chair, under my silent control. She looked at him, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with desire. She was mumbling: "Good boy...good boy...let me teach you how to fuck a pussy the right way...now with your cock..." - but the way she was looking at him, she was now like a horny schoolgirl who had just tasted the thrill of pleasure and was hungry for more. She looked almost begging.

Kyle leaned forward with a gruff grunt. He pulled her bikini bottom aside and buried his face between her soaking wet petals, giving her a long, deep lick, teasing her flooded orifice and nibbling on her engorged clit.

Then he moved further forward. He pulled open the piece of fabric on her top, and it almost fell down. He buried his face and sucked on Mrs. Stevens' nipples, sucking on them and running his tongue over them.

Kyle had kissed anus, vagina and nipples now, but had never kissed a girl. He kissed Mrs. Stevens's breasts and then moved up. I almost didn't want him to kiss her yet, he had to taste cock and scrotum, and a man's anus before his first kiss. But I guess it was important for Mrs. Stevens to have the taste of a tongue that had been in her most private parts. And she was already eager to kiss the boy and ask him to fuck her.

She is so obedient that I have to let her do it. So Kyle's tongue went into her mouth and they kissed passionately; it was a long kiss and with every breath Kyle heard Mrs. Stevens whisper, "I'm a slut, I'm a horny, helpless slut…fuck me…slut slut slut slut slut…fuck fuck fuck fuck…."

Kyle was happily compelled. As I said, he's easier to manipulate - he's not mentally oppressive. However, he couldn't decide to fuck Mrs. Stevens's asshole - at least not on his first try - without getting some advice.

It's not my fault, but I often have themes in my games. So I think it was important that Kyle kiss Mrs. Stevens's butt first. He didn't lose his virginity by a kiss, as was traditional. I thought it was only fair to let Kyle take a long time to lubricate Mrs. Stevens's anus, and then he was allowed to reap the fruits of his labor.

Kyle's cock is actually slightly purple. If it weren't for my mental restraint, he would have ejaculated before even crossing the backyard. Even so, he had to endure a little longer.

He stood up and presented his cock to Mrs. Stevens. It wasn't very big - he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, after all - but it was hard, purple and frizzy enough to make her gasp. Dirty thoughts flashed through her mind faster than she could think about them - she just knew how dirty it was, but it aroused her primal desires: she wanted to prepare Kyle's cock with her mouth; she wished her husband was doing the preparation; she wished Kyle had a room full of friends so she could teach him; she wished -

She felt the head of Kyle's penis at the spot where his tongue had been earlier - her anus. Her legs were open; her hands were kneading her breasts and pulling on her long nipples. She slid forward a little, giving Kyle easier access.

(In case you're wondering, two people can't have anal sex in this typical setting on a deck chair. I've actually tuned their sense of balance. I don't mind doing this if it makes it look more lively.)

Kyle fucked her asshole. He thrust hard in the wet rectum. She moaned. A last glimmer of resistance ebbed out of her (I traced it to its source and found that it was because her husband was the only person she had anal sex with until now). When it happened it was the first time she had been unfaithful to her marriage vows. I shattered—I mean, *crushed*—this last vestige of resistance with the radical thought: This wouldn't be the last time. She is now a slut who can lose anything...

…and her husband won’t mind anyway because they will get used to this lifestyle, at least for a while.

Kyle groaned and roared as he penetrated her plump, white ass. Mrs. Stevens rubbed the protruding tip of her labia with two fingers, playing with herself in a lewd manner, even more lewdly than when she was alone. The two of them were no longer focused on each other - they were thinking about depravity, filthy pleasures, and they were so hungry for each other.

After a considerable time, Mrs. Stevens pressed down particularly hard on her vagina and began to wail, amazed: she had orgasmed. She began to twitch and shudder, and she let her middle finger penetrate her vagina, which was wetter than usual, and felt the pleasure of finger thrusting as she climaxed.

The contraction rippled through Mrs. Stevens' body - it *was* the most powerful dizzying orgasm she'd ever experienced, seriously - never mind Kyle. I removed his physical restraint (if I didn't, he would suffer severe physical and psychological damage), and the sticky white fluid gushed out from the glans like a fountain deep into Mrs. Stevens's innermost being. He pulled out his cock and let enough remaining semen spray over Mrs. Stevens' thighs.

(A 14-year-old boy doesn't normally produce that much semen, but Kyle hadn't ejaculated in a week under my control, and his reproductive system had increased production at my command. I told you I could do anything I thought would spice things up.)

The actual intercourse between Mrs. Stevens and Kyle lasted less than five minutes. But it doesn't matter. Mrs. Stevens was still wild and horny, and now that she had relaxed I could give her more control. She actually wanted to teach Kyle a lesson. Be a possessive person and train him to be a good pet.

These will happen. Kyle is also very lustful. He was not physically able to score twice, and yet he wanted more; he did not have that coming-back-to-the-orgasm feeling. He just felt a new level of sexual excitement - and not just an erection.

Mrs. Stevens will take Kyle to her bedroom and begin training him. He will learn quickly. He would learn his lesson well and before long she would be a nervous girl again, begging him to fuck her wet cunt.

This process would be repeated for hours until Dr. Stevens returned home, his mouth still sore and wet from the hours of additional services he had given his patients, both male and female.

Dr. Stevens hasn't been here all day, however, he will be horny and in need of a pair of cum containers, and when he sees his dear wife with the boy next door, he will waste no time stripping off his clothes and quenching his lust as quickly as possible.

It happened so fast, in fact, that neither of them had time to think about their new way of life. They just enjoy and look forward to what kind of pleasure is waiting for them. Until I decided otherwise, the world deserved a few more perverts - a group of lucky whores who always got what they wanted and whose fantasies often became reality.