Heather's Husbands

Sporting her wedding ring, silver waist chain and transparent spiked heels, Marie took a moment to freshen makeup and hair after gulping the day's first load of thick yummy sperm. With just the tiniest motion of Dr. Steele's finger, the bimbo slut-nurse's heels clicked against the floor as she sauntered to stand in "inspection" position before him - legs apart, chin up, arms clasped behind her back, ballooned breasts wet, glistening, and thrust out proudly. He idly pulled the thick rubbery nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he made a call.

"Hello, Mistress? It's your servant Michael."

"Oh yes indeed", he chuckled. "Marie is coming along amazingly well now." He let her nipple snap back and admired her large areolas while his hand roamed freely over round tit, flat tummy and bald puffy cunt. "Spoiled rich bitch indeed. But after her transformation began and we allowed hot little Mrs. Van Cortlandt here to resurface in society for a few months, she followed instructions perfectly. The slut went home just long enough to squash the investigations into her whereabouts - exactly as you instructed. She couldn't wait to scamper back to me for more training and I'm more than happy to keep her entertained. Until such time that you take delivery, that is. Our attorneys filed the divorce papers forged with her name and assure me they will soon be able to seize the bulk of her husband's considerable net worth in the divorce settlement. As usual, the legal gymnastics will ensure that 90 percent of the windfall will flow legally to you via one of your shell corporations with the remainder to me for services rendered." He squeezed the woman's huge tanned globes roughly. "Your new toy provided me with full legal rights over her affairs, and at such time she moves into your home all fiduciary rights will transfer 100% to you."

"By the way, having her masquerade as a nurse for the past year worked out quite well. Her presence in the room with the other patients is quite useful. Though I admit I'm addicted to using this spectacular body of hers between sessions." He slid a finger into the hungry cunt.

"So allow me to offer congratulations in advance, my Mistress. Your patience will finally pay off magnificently. After two years you will finally gain a 10-figure windfall and an auburn-haired submissive lesbian slut to add to your harem family. I have to say, for someone who had never slept with anyone but her spouse before coming into our possession, she's come a very long way - pun intended. Mrs. Van Cortlandt is a prime fuck-toy, well worth your investment." Marie absolutely beamed at the compliment and put her hand over his, sliding her own finger inside her needy pussy alongside the doctor's. "In fact, I've finally deemed her worthy of a slutname. She orgasms automatically when shouting it out. The name itself is unimportant - we can reprogram it upon delivery according to your wishes."

To prove his point, the doctor held the phone in front of Marie as their fingers curled side-by-side in and out of her. "Please tell Mistress your name."

"Of course doctor. Marie Van Cortlandt."

"And your slutname? Please say it loud so Mistress can hear." Marie knew what would happen when she did so.

"Suckwhore", she whispered.

"Louder please."

"Suckwhore." Her face flushed and her nipples became like iron.

"Louder."

I am Dr. Steele's Suckwhore. His SUCKWHORE!!" Marie screamed and the uncontrollable pussy gushed around their fingers as she fought to stay on her feet.

Dr. Steele put the phone back to his ear and laughed. "Oh, yes, she will be...I guarantee it." He wiped his fingers on the trembling slut's cheek and motioned for her to bend over and grab the chair in front of her. Cunt juice ran in rivulets down her long legs as she was positioned for yet another adulterous fuck.

He pushed thick cock into the slick and eager vagina from behind and began long, steady strokes and had to speak louder over the married whore's groans. "Yes, Ma'am. Heather Marquis is well into her transformation as well. You know, it's interesting, she's quite aware that she's being manipulated - though we never speak of it. But she is so...willing. None of the determined resistance Marie gave us when told that she would be transformed into a bisexual bimbo. It's actually a bit disappointing."

He slapped Marie's gorgeous ass and the cum-hungry nurse giggled and rolled her sex expertly over his thick meat. "It's hard to believe - it's been almost two years since I first tied down this fiery redhead and injected her first genomic alteration treatment. She struggled so valiantly against the straps and ball gag. It was amazing to watch. I think she might have tried to kill me if she could." Mesmerized by the perfect spheres of her hips hungrily bouncing back and forth against his crotch, he chuckled. "So just to provoke her I opened my pants and rubbed one off directly onto her defiant cheeks. It's so ironic. Just a few days later prissy Mrs. Van Cortlandt would literally cry and beg to have face and hair drenched with sperm."

He slapped her ass again, hard this time. "Remember, Suckwhore?"

Marie shook her head. "No, sir." She didn't believe it for a second. She would have never rejected the doctor's touch, especially the invasions of his thick, veined fuck meat. The one she worships like a god. He could - and should - bathe her smiling face in tasty mancum any time he wished.

Those first insignificant memories of entrapment had been wiped from her mind.

"Heather is an interesting case. If I may ask, Mistress, where did you find someone like her?"

"No, I would never pry. Forgive me Mistress. But I must say she is a fascinating woman. A bit repressed in certain areas but with a very unusual living arrangement as you know. Your intuition about her was right on the mark. Incredible cocksucking reflexes. She gets a lot of practice living with two young husbands." The doctor laughed. "Oh, yes, she tells me all about it in technicolor detail. Would you like a copy of the recordings?"

"Heather is going to make a fine addition to your harem, assuming...well...I'm reticent to bring this up...we've discovered any divorce settlement she receives will barely be enough to cover my expenses."

The doctor sighed in relief. "Excellent. I'm delighted you still want her." Dr. Steele's eyes roamed over the well-tamed and constantly-fucked redhead below him. "I'll miss both of these cunts when I no longer have regular access. I hope you will rent them to me from time to time. And I look forward to our next trainee, should you find one." With one hand the doctor grabbed Marie's hip and stroked even harder. Sweat beaded down her bulging tits to the tips of the engorged nipples where it would fling in every direction. Marie stared at the expensive diamond-studded wedding ring on her finger as it sparkled, now just a pretty bauble that her doctor occasionally removed from her finger to use as a toy to rub against her clit. She licked her lips in anticipation, knowing that another of her doctor's deep sperm injections was near.

The doctor's massive nuts began to boil and he slowed his strokes a bit. "Apologies, Mistress. Like you, tanned bald pussies always distract me. The real reason for my call is to ask your advice. My Suckwhore, little Mrs. Van Cortlandt here, is at long last becoming firmly bisexual - just as you specified when you delivered her following her "acquisition". It was a long, slow process and I deeply appreciate your patience in this matter. Over the last 12 months, the science of genome editing for sexual preferences and appetites has made dramatic breakthroughs in the Russian labs and I obtained some new techniques through my contacts. But there is still room for subtle error in the application of these techniques and, ironically, Marie's lesbian transformation is now growing at a runaway rate. Why, now I can barely keep the slut away from my patient's pussies; she's constantly begging me to let her bury her tongue in them." Hearing this, Marie's wet legs again weakened and she trembled atop the slutty spiked heels.

He idly considered the faint sling bikini tan lines across the woman's freckled back. "In fact, I never need to use the 'lezzieslut' keyword any more. Isn't that right, Suckwhore?" She shook her head with an emphatic yes as she bounced back and forth. "I've provided a huge library of lesbian porn for her to diddle herself to, but now it's the only thing she ever wants to look at. I know you wanted to be the first pussy she tasted, but keeping this woman a lesbian virgin is becoming quite the challenge. Just today, at the very end of Heather Marquis' appointment she was swirling her tongue inside the patient as soon as my back was turned. I was forced to grab her hair and pull her back. I think we've unleashed a tiger."

"So the reason for my call is this: might it be possible for you to loan me one of your petgirls for a few days to satisfy her cravings? Perhaps Jillian or Lisette is available? "Marie gushed onto her lover when he said this.

"Pair her with Heather instead?" Dr. Steele thought for a moment. "Hmm. Mistress, I admit that is an arousing thought. These two as a lesbian couple, rolled up together in a deep embrace... Shall I officially program them as a couple? Consider it done."

"You should be able to take delivery of both whores in about twelve weeks. Thank you Mistress and goodbye."

Putting his phone away, he noticed time was short. The doctor began to fuck his nurse like a demon. His hips slapped her ass again and again as her silky folds caressed his cock. He couldn't hold back any longer. Rope after rope of cum burst loose, piping from his balls and down the shaft, pumping deep into Mrs. Van Cortlandt.

"I'm going to miss you Suckwhore. But I'm going to use you every single minute of the next twelve weeks before you and Heather join the lezzie harem. Now clean me with those fuck lips and put on your lab coat. It's time for our next patient."

******

Heather drove home, top down and the wind tousling her hair, reflecting back on the therapy sessions she had completed so far. Especially today's. Her stomach tightened, guilt flowing through her mind about the so-called 'confessional therapy'. How could she have let this happen? How could she have displayed such poor judgement? It was glaringly obvious that Dr. Steele was not interested in curing her. Far from it. The deliciously hung pervert fully intended to transform her already bottomless need for wet, juicy copulation into something far worse, far deeper than it already was. And he would use it to seduce and use her at every opportunity. To make her his own slut, using her body used way he wished. She KNEW it, and yet it felt...irresistible. And inevitable. She knew it would become only a token battle wills and desires. Conflicting thoughts occupied her mind all the way home, but at her core she already knew she was already doomed to become his slave.

Her reprogramming was going exceedingly well. Already, she wanted to belong to Dr. Steele. And to Marie. To take care of cock and cunt. To be their Heatherwhore.

Pulling into the driveway, she shook these thoughts from her mind and refocused as she walked inside, yellow skirt and sunhat rippling in the warm evening breeze. She shut the door behind her, hung up the hat and shook out her hair against her tanned freckled shoulders. Brad stood in the kitchen in tight shorts and a tee shirt, his back to her as he prepared dinner. She watched his broad form from behind, and knew that to be a prim, proper wife, dedication to both of her husbands had to somehow remain firm. "Smells good! Is Jack home yet?"

Brad stirred the boiling pot. "No. Just you and me at the moment. How did the doctor visit go?"

Heather didn't answer. She pushed herself between Brad and the stove, then reached up and draped her arms over her strong husband's shoulders, pulling his face to hers. She kissed him deeply and longingly, sucking on his tongue. Brad smiled and felt his balls swell. He reached around her and switched off the stove. As they kissed his hand went to her head and stroked her hair for a moment. Then he pushed down - Heather loved it when he did that. She fell to her knees without fanfare, dress rippling out around her, a smile on both their faces. Hurriedly she pawed and tugged at his shorts, trying to pull them down. The head of his firm cock poked out above the waistband and Heather wrapped her needy tongue around it, sliding down it as it emerged out of his shorts. She pulled the shorts to his knees. Her lips parted into an O, and the hard meat slid wetly between her lovely red lips as it had so many times before.

Brad stood stiffly and sighed, spatula in hand, while his wife's head bobbed up and down. "I luv...my huthbands", she choked around the hardness. She thought it sounded goofy instead of sexy so instead she concentrated on her desperate task, focused on worshipping his manhood as a good, faithful wife should. Minutes passed. The house was quiet except for the occasional moan. Precum swirled from the tip of Jack's cock and into Heather's wet mouth. One delicate hand wrapped around his hips and she pulled his groin close to her face as she suckled. With the other hand she took hold of the fat cockmeat, jacking it as it slid in and out of her lips. Hand and chin and cock were dripping with lipstick-colored saliva.

While she used her fuck mouth, another set of hands suddenly and gently touched it from behind. Fingers stroked her soft cheeks, tracing over the cock stretching them out like rubber from the inside again and again. The hands began to push her head back and forth, slowly at first, then faster. "Suck it, little wifeslut."

And so Heather knew her other husband was home now. Brad tensed as he watched Jack caress their little wife's puffed-out, cock-filled cheeks. He exploded. A river of cum roared into Heather's mouth faster than she could possibly swallow. She gulped again and again. Cum and saliva leaked around her bright lips and down her chin. A thick rope of it slowly dripped onto her dress.

She licked and swallowed her delicious prize. Her nostrils against the slimy shaft, she relished the smell of cum...And with horror suddenly realized she was thinking about the taste and smell of Dr. Steele's cock, not her husband's!

Brad pulled his now well-drained cock from between her lips. In complete silence Heather turned on her knees and again opened her cum-covered mouth. Her third cock in two hours swung to the alluring beauty's face; the purple head of Jack's thick rod pushed between the thick, dripping lips to replace Brad's.

She bobbed, slowly taking more of the veiny girth down her throat each time until Jack's sperm-filled testicles were firmly pressed against her petite nose. Heather worked hard to drain them, but couldn't help imagining they were Dr. Steele's. Almost unconsciously, she began to form a plan as she swallowed...

******

The sluts' mental transformations continued. If only Greg and Jack had known what was being done to their little wife at her doctor appointments. How her every orifice was full of the doctor's cum when she came home. How she scooped it out of herself and into her mouth while sitting at stoplights in the convertible, getting it on her sunglasses and clothes and on the seat and steering wheel, eating it and licking it from between her fingers like liquid white candy as she drove home to both of her sweet loving husbands.

Eight more weeks passed.

******

Dr. Steele and Maria entered the exam room and locked the door. Greeting them was a gorgeous tanned ass wiggling seductively high in the air on the exam table. Heather had automatically climbed onto the table on hands and knees when shown in.

She was dressed all in white: a faux leather strapless crop top, skin-tight denim cutoffs, and pointy-toe thigh-high boots. A lovely white choker occupied her delicate neck. The denim cutoffs covered virtually none of her ass cheeks - an incredibly sexy contrast against the deeply tanned skin. It looked like she was dressed for a virginal wedding bukakke fuck in the middle of a dance club crowd.

Maria, still wiping between-session quickie cum from her lips, took a startled breath and grabbed the doctor's crotch through his slacks. Dr. Steele just smiled. The last eight weeks of Marie's conditioning had also taken final, full effect. The doctor could no longer hold Suckwhore back, obsessed as she was with the female body, so she was finally allowed to practice on a few submissive patients from time to time. She very quickly learned how to make almost any pussy squirt directly into her mouth. She was under strict orders, however, not to lick Heather's pussy again. Not yet. Not today.

"I'm gratified to see you again Heather. It's nice to have a patient who is so diligent about keeping her appointments."

Heather glanced over her shoulder. "I always look forward to my therapy sessions, Doctor. I find myself literally counting down the hours until I can come in." Unconsciously she spread her legs apart to the edges of the table and it became clear that at some point she had ripped most of the crotch out of the skintight shorts until only the tiniest bit of taught fabric stretched tightly over her mound.

Dr. Steele hesitated for a moment. Running his hand lightly over Heather's back he moved in front of her and they both smiled. "You always know how to dress to impress. Now, let's begin this week's exam. Open your face cunt, please."

Heather knew to always open wide so the good Doctor could take a thorough look. She stared up at him through dark makeup as he ran his fingers over her slutty lips - smearing her lipstick a tad, then around the inside of her mouth. He tugged on the woman's tongue, reminiscing how fantastic it felt sliding over his cock. Using his thumb and two fingers, he stretched out her cheeks from the inside. Both of them knew that before the exam was done he would stretch those cheeks out another way.

While he probed Heather's mouth with one hand, Marie moved to the 'inspection' position beside the doctor. With his other hand Dr. Steele reached into her lab coat and pushed a finger into the naked, always-sticky pussy beneath and he thought about how Heather's face would soon be keeping it stimulated as well. Pulling his fingers from Heather's mouth he took a look and then used her cheek to rub them dry. The two women locked eyes when he began to lecture her.

"Just as I thought. Just saliva. No sperm. Remember my dear; like Marie you are to keep a cummy mouth whenever possible. Male, female, or preferably both."

Heather's pussy moistened at the instructions. "Yes, doctor. I sucked both of my husbands' cocks almost every day this week but not yet today. I try to be a good cumwhore like you told me." She looked at Marie. "And I'm beginning to crave pussy as well", she said very quietly.

The doctor glanced at his nurse as she blushed. He pulled the fingers from her pussy and held them to Heather's mouth to be cleaned. "Say, Marie, you always have cum on your lips. Please share with our patient."

Marie and Heather almost leapt upon one another. As the sluts' mouths pressed together, Dr. Steele began again to rub his nurse's cum-drenched clit. He grew rock-hard despite having drained his balls twice into Suckwhore just prior to Heather's appointment. The plan was working perfectly. He could see their tongues intertwine; Marie took Heather's face in her hands and pushed her tongue deep into the sweet mouth. A silvery thread dripped from between their chins.

"Heather, I'm going to be blunt." He moved close to the face locked bimbos-in-training while reaching under his patient to knead a tit under her tight top.

"Are you a cumwhore?"