Men were stupid.
Well, not stupid really, but easily manipulated by a pair of store bought tits that anyone with half a brain could go out and get installed.
Lindsay and known this to be true since early in her life, when her mother, a stripper, had gone through a series of men during Lindsay’s formative years, each one being drained and tossed aside in due time.
Lindsay had learned two important lessons from her mother, the first as above about men and tits, and the second was to never settle for what couldn’t satisfy her.
So, when she’d been old enough, she’d invested in a nice pair of tits, and set her sights on a class of man that could keep her comfortable and in a style she deserved.
Terrance had fit the bill nicely, though she’d had to do some social climbing before that. A half dozen boyfriends over a few years had lifted her out of her low status, and then it had just been a matter of shaking her tits a bit and putting up with Terrance’s… advances.
She’d of coursed smiled and assured him she enjoyed him playing with her tits, sucking on them, squeezing them. And of course she enjoyed sucking his dick and was happy to do so for her man. The sex had been… alright. Certainly nothing to write home about, but not dissatisfactory either.
She’d put up with it all to get him to put a ring on her finger and after two years of dating, he’d done just that. Now that the wedding was over and consummated during the honeymoon, she’d been gently distancing herself from those things she’d done when they were dating to catch him.
She figured she needed the marriage to last three years. Long enough for Terrance to give her enough expensive handbags and jewelry, that she could sell and replace with cheap knockoffs, to giver herself a cushy nest egg of cash, along with the reasonable prenup settlement that she’d get during the divorce.
Terrance had of course noticed her withdrawal and turned up the love bombing, which was fine with her, but a few weeks ago he’d finally sat her down to have “the chat”.
She’d assured him there was nothing wrong, that it was just “that time of the month”, but he hadn’t bought it, and insisted on marriage counseling to “fix” any problems they may have.
As a compromise, she’d agreed to go to individual counseling, and so here she was, on “the couch” of an expensive therapist, lying through her teeth about how great their marriage was.
It was at least a nice office, with soft classical music playing in the background, and the Doctor Williams’ voice was nice and soothing as well. He was the classic white haired old man, almost a grandfather figure, that listened intently and didn’t preach or judge.
Lindsay almost had to admit that it was kinda nice… almost.
Lindsay flipped her hair back over her shoulder as she walked out to the pool area where Terrance was lounging under an umbrella.
She felt like there was something wrong, it was a feeling she’d had for the last few weeks, but she just couldn’t quite to her finger on it.
Her counseling sessions had been going better than she’d expected, both because her time with Dr. Williams actually seemed beneficial, and that Terrance was more than happy that she was attending them.
Those first few weeks she’d been pretty closed off, trying to spin the story she wanted to tell him in a way that she was in the best light possible. Those sessions were boring and unproductive, which is mostly what she’d wanted.
But then, after a half dozen or so, she found herself opening up a little more. And why not? The sessions were completely confidential so why shouldn’t she take advantage of them?
She’d been skeptical of Dr. Williams at first, he seemed to give more platitudes than anything else, but slowly she started to listen to him, and consider what he was saying.
He made a lot of sense and he never lied, he always told her the truth, even if somehow it seemed a little… off.
Like when they’d talked about her reliance on her appearance for validation. Yes, it was true, but those weren’t the words he’d used, instead he’d said she was “an attention seeking slut”.
She’d been startled at his language at first, but after talking it through with him she actually thanked him for his blunt honesty. By the end of the session she could acknowledge the fact that she was an attention seeking slut, and be proud of it.
They had other conversations as well, like how she viewed her self worth being tied to the size of her tits, or how her own lack of money and power made her submissive and dependent on the men in her life, and most importantly how her disengaging from her marriage betrayed the very essence of her being, that of course she was a cock sucking whore.
All of these things were true of course, but they all seemed a little odd to her at first.
Now that she accepted them all, it just seemed natural, but just still felt a little off for some reason.
She continued walking over to Terrance and sat down on his lap, giving her ass a wiggle until she could feel his dick hardening underneath her.
“Hey babe, whatcha doing out here all alone?” she asked as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders.
He smiled and reached up to her bikini top and tugged down on the tiny red string that connected the two cups together until the flimsy material gave up and slipped to the sides of her tits.
“Just waiting for my cock sucking slut of a wife to come out here and show me her tits.” he replied with a wolfish grin and a shiver of pleasure coursed through her.
She’d never intended to tell him anything she’d discovered about herself in counseling, but as their sex life came back to life and he was fucking her every other day again, instead of the once or twice a month they’d been down to before counseling, it had just kind of slipped out while he was doing her doggy style one night.
He’d had his hands on her hips, slamming his dick into her pussy, she’d been panting heavily, moaning and pushing back against him, when her voice had just echoed throughout their bedroom without her intending it to, “Oh god baby, fuck your cock sucking little slut!”
Ever since, in private at least, that’s what he’d called her. His cock sucking slut of a wife.
Every time it sent a chill down her spin, and just like now, hardened her nipples.
She let out a gasp and a moan as she realized he’d leaned forward a bit and was now sucking on one of her exposed nipples. She leaned in, pushing his face into her tit and wiggling her ass even more.
“God yes baby, suck that titty!” she cried out.
His hands went down and grabbed her ass, giving it a little slap, until she couldn’t take it any longer. She pushed back, slipped down to her knees, and then pulled his swim trunks down to expose his erect dick.
She wrapped her lips around it and sucked him all the way back into her throat, pleasure coursing through her as she bobbed up and down the length of his shaft.
A sudden strange thought popped into her head, how on earth could she ever of not loved sucking cock?
The thought didn’t last long though as his cum flowed into her mouth and down her throat as her body spasmed with a orgasm.
When she regained some semblance of reason she was splayed out on the concrete of the pool deck, Terrance had pulled up his trunks and headed into the house, and all she could do was wonder how on earth she was ever going to leave him when she came that hard just from sucking his dick.
Terrance walked into the spare bedroom with a smile on his face, “How’s she coming along Doc?” he asked.
Dr. Williams looked up from his laptop and nodded, “Quite well.” he replied.
Terrance looked over at his wife laid out on the bed, wrapped in a latex sensory deprivation cocoon with wires coming out of the bottom of it.
“It took almost a year for the subliminals in my office to get her this far, but with this setup she’ll be ready by this time tomorrow. Take a look…” he said, turning the laptop towards Terrance.
There were running graphs and charts on the display but they were all greek to him.
“See this one?” Dr. Williams said, pointing to a line chart that had gone from pretty much at the middle, to all the way down to 0 in the span of just a couple of ticks.
“That’s a measure of her resistance, she was already pretty susceptible, but twenty minutes ago her ego just completely collapsed. She already taking in the new programming.” he said and then pointed to a second graph, this time a simple bar chart that was reading 30%.
“That’s the first delivery package, should be done in another hour tops. There are four more after that and then I’ll re-run them to make sure they stick.”
Terrance nodded, “Great, I can’t wait.”
Dr. Williams then turned to Terrance with a serious look on his face, “And your other arrangements?” he asked.
Terrence grinned, “Oh, no problem there. Her change of behaviour in the last six months from a conservative ice queen to a flirty, slutty, bimbo, made it easy. All I had to do was spread some rumors about our unhappy marriage, a few about her cheating, and I had ‘concerned’ friends coming to me in no time asking if I was planning on divorcing her.”
Dr. Williams nodded and smiled, “So what story have you gone with?” he asked.
“A classic. ‘Lindsay’ posted two days ago on her socials that she’d run off to Europe with a guy she met clubbing in Miami, burned all her bridges, and had taken a fat stack of cash from me. Her passport was officially recorded entering Spain the next day.” Terrance replied with a chuckle.
Dr. Williams nodded and smiled, turning his laptop back around and typing a few keystrokes into it, “Sounds like you’ve got it well under control.”
“Thanks. Let me know when she’s ready and we can get her downstairs.” Terrance said and then turned and walked out of the room, letting the Doctor do his work.
Lindsay watched Terrance walk into the room dressed in an old house coat and instantly started rocking back and forth, trying to move her standing forward towards him.
“Cock! Cock! Cock!” she cried out as she extended her tongue in desperation.
Terrance walked over to her and lowered his hand until his thumb pushed between her lips and she sucked eagerly, softly moaning as the pleasure it brung her.
“Hey there DumDoll, how you making out?” he asked with a chuckle, knowing full well she wouldn’t reply.
He squatted down in front of her and with his other hand reached out and squeezed her tit. She moaned even more.
After a minute he popped his thumb out of her mouth and looked her right in the eyes.
“DumDoll want cock! Cock! Cock!” she squealed and he let out a laugh before reached out and giving her tits a nice firm slap from each side.
“Slap DumDoll’s titties! DumDoll’s tities made for slap happy fun!” she squealed.
He stood up and undid his house coat and let it fall to the floor and all she could see was his cock standing at attention.
“Cock! Cock! Cock! Mrrrphhh!” she cried out until his dick finally came in close enough for her to wrap her lips around and suck him in.
He spent several minutes fucking her face, sending waves of pleasure through her. Every once in a while he reached back over her and slapped her ass, causing her entire body to quiver.
Eventually he pulled out, her tongue flicking to try and convince him to return, but instead he walked around behind her. She felt his hands grab her ass, spread her cheeks, and then his dick push up against his sphincter.
“DumDoll anal fuck doll! DumDoll anal fuck doll! Use DumDoll’s fuck hole!”
And he did, pushing into her tight ass, she cried out like a stuck pig, her eyes rolling back into her head as a mixture of pain and pleasure coursed through her body.
She almost came right then and there, but it wasn’t time for that, not yet.
He continued fucking her ass, hard, fast, deeper with each stroke and all she could do was whimper, snivel, squeal, mutter and drool. It was hard to understand how she could feel so much pleasure, so much purpose, so much need, and yet still not get over the line.
He gave her ass several hard slaps, pulled on her hair, reached around and put his fingers into her mouth, all while his cock dove into her ass relentlessly.
It was only when she felt his cum start to flow into her bowels that her world crashed down around her. The orgasm burned away everything, her wants, her desires, her mind… all gone.
Only the blinding bliss of pure pleasure remained and when it passed she laid slumped in her stand, his cum dribbling out of her pussy and down her inner thighs.
Lindsay waited for Terrance to leave before she pulled herself free of her stand and moved quickly over to her bathroom to get cleaned up.
It had been nearly a week since the last time he’d visited and she desperately hoped it wouldn’t be that long next time. After a quick shower she changed into her workout clothes and moved across the hallway to the private gym, she was running behind her schedule because of his visit, but that was ok.
After her workout she’d go back to her bathroom and reapply her makeup, maybe have a quick snack, then get back in her stand for the rest of the day.
After all, DumDoll had to be ready for use at a moments notice, and she could only dream that he might come back a second time today and fuck her ass again.
She’d finally accepted her mother’s second lesson, to never accept what didn’t satisfy her, and Terrance’s cock in her ass always satisfied her completely, and all she had to do to get it was be the best big titted DumDoll she could be.
