NOTE: This is the third part of a multi-part series. See Interview With a Black Cock Whore 2 on my profile page. This is a story. A fabrication. All characters are 18 or older.
SETTING: Studios of the print and online magazine Whore Monthly. Presenter Kingbull interviews pimp Morgan Evans about his long-time housewife whore Susan Masters he's profited from for about 12 years. This interview took place prior to an interview with Susan Masters and a subsequent interview with her new pimp Nathan Randell. The interview transcript will appear in the print and online magazine along with photos and video of Masters in her new role. This is the third in a series of interviews with Masters, and Randell, and later includes interviews with her husband John Masters and follow-up interviews in the coming weeks and months.
KINGBULL: Mr. Evans, welcome to the show. We're happy to have you here.
EVANS: Thanks! I've been following 'Whore Monthly' for some time now. Very inspirational. I especially liked your series 'Whores: How to Tweak Hormones to Make Them More Productive.' I've reread it a number of times and always learn something new.
KINGBULL: Why, that's quite a compliment Mr. Evans. Tell us, you have quite a popular whore at your establishment. Have you 'tweaked' her hormones? (laughs)
EVANS: Call me Morgan! We're all friends here. Hormones, yes, well with Susan I don't think that was necessary. She's a natural whore. She may once have thought of herself as a moral and upstanding citizen, but her body wasn't going along with it. Her body's sexual urges would always over-ride her moral compass. I recognized that early on and just sort of guided her in the right direction. Helping her overcome inhibitions was pretty easy. And as soon as one act was 'normalized' in her mind, it was on to something just a bit more depraved. She was an apt pupil, that's for sure. You should see the things she can do with a cock.
KINGBULL: We'll be talking with her later on today, so fill us in on how you acquired her, what she was like back then, and how her husband ended up giving her to you to train.
EVANS: John and I had known each other for quite a while. We were close friends even before he met Susan. When they hooked up, I remember John introducing us at a party at somebody's apartment. She was a looker for sure. All eyes were on her and she knew it. She wasn't even provocatively dressed, but she was the sexiest thing in the room. Big firm tits, all curves, shoulder-length brown hair, the sexiest brown eyes you ever saw.
KINGBULL: So, did you think 'whore' the first time you saw her?
EVANS: Not exactly, although soon I realized she'd be worth manipulating. But it was John who had this plan right from the start. He found her at a club and watched her interact with people a few different times. He asked her out with the intent of just fucking her. You know, she'd think it was a relationship and all he was after was her cunt. And he did just that. At that party he took me aside and said he thought she could be easily trained. He didn't say what for, but we both knew she would be a great piece of fuck meat we could use for years if we went about it right.
KINGBULL: So, what, you guys created a whore? I mean is that possible?
EVANS: Sure. We didn't exactly have a plan. And she did come from a conservative, Catholic background. So, you might think that was a difficult thing to do. But I've found some of those repressed Catholics are the most sexually charged sluts out there. I think we knew that was the case with Susan. So, John led her on, fucked her constantly and sort of planted ideas in her mind. Gradually he fed her the Big Black Cock fantasy. She didn't have any family, so John and his friends were really the only people she hung around with. That was ideal for us. John proposed six months after he started fucking her and they had a small wedding with a hand-picked crowd. I was the best man.
KINGBULL: So, they're married? Signed all the wedding documents. What happened next?
EVANS: Not so fast. I said they had a wedding. I didn't say it was legal. She thought it was legal. The minister was a code writer at John's company. Everyone was in on it except Susan. The 'wedding document' she signed was actually a legal document signing her decision making and power of attorney over to John. It was witnessed by John's friend, a lawyer, another friend who is a psychiatrist, and one of the lawyer's friends who is a judge. So right from the start, she was basically owned. In fact, there is public record saying John is her guardian, not her husband.
KINGBULL: That is truly unbelievable Morgan! So that was the beginning of basically turning her into a whore and profiting from her body.
EVANS: Yes. That eventually became the plan. Call it a long-term investment. I bought the bar about two years later as John kept feeding her the interracial sex fantasy reinforcing it with appropriate porn, and nights out at my bar where she was the only white woman in a crowd of 50 or 60 drunk Black guys and assorted wives and girlfriends.
KINGBULL: So how did it progress from there? Was she buying the BBC fantasy?
EVANS: Apparently she was. John said she was getting increasingly horny and even began watching BBC porn when he was away. So he ramped it up a bit by getting her big black dildos, vibrators, and subscriptions to porn websites. She started reading Literotica and with the cameras installed in John's house, we were able to watch her play with herself, use the dildo, etc. I had a live feed at the bar. Eventually it was all she did -- watch interracial sex and masterbate to it. I bet I have 100 videos of her fucking herself with numerous toys. We'd watch it at the bar, or John would watch it on his laptop in some hotel while on a business trip.
KINGBULL: It's still quite a leap to fucking real live Black men.
EVANS: Well, John would invite me over to watch ball games, play poker, that sort of thing. He was getting her to dress more revealingly. Like 'why not show some tits and ass and get the guys horny on poker night.' Little steps over four, five, six months. None of them were much in and of themselves, but she went from jeans and blouse to short skirts and no panties in no time. We played to her vanity with compliments and John plied her with fantasy fodder after we'd gone. She'd have a few drinks and get horny and John would do her long and hard with her head full of images of Black cock.
KINGBULL: So when did it happen? When did she start fucking Black men?
EVANS: Oh, about a year after I bought the bar. It was well orchestrated. John said he had this long series of business trips planned and would encourage her to hang out at the bar. I had this room there I was fixing up. I had a bed in it already, and a bathroom. That would be the place she fucked. Of course she didn't know that. I also set up a table at the back close to the stairs, and when Susan started hanging out while John was gone, I got her to sit there. I showed her the room upstairs and told her she could crash there if she didn't want to drive home, or simply use that washroom.
KINGBULL: How did it go?
EVANS: Exactly like we expected. She'd have a few drinks, get horny, but without a bit of encouragement she wasn't going to take that last step. She'd go home and we'd watch her on the live feed as she fucked herself to orgasm after orgasm. One night she actually did crash in the bed above the bar. She was drunk and could hardly make it up the stairs. I helped her, got her to the bed. She was still coherent, but barely. I started to take her clothes off to get her under the covers. She mildly protested, but all she had on was a short dress. I slid it off and told her we were going to fuck. And that's what we did. She was too far gone to suck cock, so it was straight fucking in her incredibly wet cunt. Even then it took a few minutes for her to take something that big, but soon she was cuming almost continuously as I picked up speed and got into a rhythm. I came in her after about five minutes, pulled out. Her cunt was just a big gaping hole with my jizz spilling out. I scooped some up and fed it to her. I don't know if she even realized what was happening. She slurped it down and used her own hand to get the rest.
KINGBULL: So, did you use her again?
EVANS: Oh yes. I fucked her like she was a dog in heat. I had to hold her hips and ass tight so she wouldn't just fall on the bed, but I did her like that as she just came in waves, moaning and screaming. I finally dumped another load in her and she just slumped onto the bed and went to sleep. I still had to clean up the bar so I just threw a blanket over her and went back down.
KINGBULL: So, that was the beginning. Tell us how it progressed. I mean there was more, right?
EVANS: Yes. I went home and to bed. My staff comes in early to get ready for the lunch crowd. Luke found her still passed out on the bed, but the blanket was on the floor and she was on her back, legs spread. He called me and asked what he should do. I said he could fuck her if he wanted. I guess he did from what I heard. He was just a young guy then.
KINGBULL: Your staff was fucking her?
EVANS: No, not really. Luke just took advantage of her. But, yes, eventually most staff used her. Even the women. Susan never initiated anything really. People knew they could manipulate her and she always seemed to be horny. She'd find herself on her knees sucking cock, or bent over a table getting fucked from behind. Or spread wide on her back. I don't think she really thought about how she got there.
KINGBULL: She seems like a real whore. Did she ever catch on that she was just an object being used to dump cum in?