Here before him lay the woman of his dreams. Candace Cunningham, assistant editor of Woman's Work, who just a few short months earlier had been stringing him along, now lay in front of him like a cheap hooker, legs spread, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Her mouth was the only part of her body that wasn't begging him to fuck her.

Breathless with anticipation, Rick lifted himself off the couch and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down to his knees. He positioned himself over Candace, placing his cockhead at the entrance to her steaming wet pussy. He inhaled the musky odor of her body...

... and was suddenly paralyzed with guilt. He couldn't do this!

He sat down again, pecker still at attention, and looked at Candace. Her eyes were still closed; she was unaware of how close she'd come to getting what she'd deserved for so long, and what Rick had recently brought her to desire: a good fucking.

But Rick found that he couldn't do it. It wasn't out of any regard for Candace; Rick was perfectly content to use the bitch however he wanted. He didn't care about Candace.

But he did care about Jennifer. Sweet, innocent Jennifer. They'd made love just once, just that morning in his office, but Rick already felt something for her that he'd never felt in all the months he'd been with Candace. Jennifer thought he was the greatest person in the world. He'd seen it in her eyes. He couldn't fuck Candace as long as he had feelings for Jennifer.

But he had to do something! He'd go crazy if he didn't come tonight. He looked back at Candace. Her hands had returned to her tits, playing with the nipples again. Well, he didn't have to fuck her per se...

"Open your eyes," he commanded. Candace obeyed. Her eyes gravitated to his swollen cock standing rigidly upward from his lap. Her gaze remained glued to it as Rick lifted himself up and positioned his cock over her snatch, the purple head just a few inches abover her bush.

"Put your hand around it." Candace remained mute as one hand left a breast and wrapped itself around his shaft. "Stroke it." Eyes wide in wonder, she began to gently move her hand up and down his cock.

Rick shuddered in pleasure. "Take your other hand and play with yourself, the way you do when you're alone." Candace lifted the other hand from her chest and moved it to her swollen clit, which she immediately began to rub furiously.

Rick watched as Candace's breathing quickened and the moans coming from her grew louder and louder. "Mmmm... Oh, yes... Oh..." His own orgasm approaching fast, Rick began thrusting his cock back and forth into Candace's hand. Her eyes remained glued to his cock as she jacked it off faster and faster.

They climaxed almost simultaneously. Candace begain to moan loudly as Rick's cock throbbed in her hand. "Oh, yes, yes! Oh, God, yes!" Her moaning reached a crescendo as the first wads of jism flew from Rick's cock, spashing onto her stomach.

"Oh, yes, Rick... Rick! Riiiiiick!" Her eyes watched in fascination as Rick's cock continued to spurt jism into her bush. Rick closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her hand on his cock as their orgasms subsided. Rick looked down at Candace, her legs still spread, her stomach wet with his spunk. He knew even though they'd both orgasmed, she would still be unsatisfied. She still needed a cock in her pussy. Rick grinned inwardly at the thought.

"I'd better go," he said, lifting his jeans up and refastening them about his waist.

Candace seemed dazed. "Okay..." she said blearily.

"I'll call you tomorrow," Rick called over his shoulder as he walked to the door. He paused at the door to look back. Candace's eyes were once again closed, and her hand had returned to her crotch as she masturbated herself toward another orgasm. The come on her stomach sparkled in the light. Rick smiled. Little bitch couldn't get enough, could she?

Rick turned at left, whistling contentedly to himself.

"...so I told Donna to just make a number up. That's what I always did, and the old bastard never checked up on it." Rick laughed, almost choking on his drink, as he listened to Jennifer's story. "She's actually doing very well. Hell, at the end of my first week working for Briggs, I don't think I was doing half as well as she is now."

"But she has you to show her the ropes," Rick pointed out, stabbing a stray tomato that had fallen out of his sandwich. They were eating lunch together at a local deli. "You had to start cold."

"True," Jennifer replied. "And Briggs isn't all that bad as a boss. Sure, he's got his foibles, but once you get used to him, he's pretty decent. At least he doesn't take sexual advantage of his secretaries, unlike _some_ executives I know," she added playfully.

"Last I checked," Rick commented, "_you_ were the one taking advantage of _me_."

Jennifer's carnal appetite, whetted by their lovemaking Monday morning, had proven voracious. Every morning that week, Jennifer had taken advantage of some lull or other in Rick's schedule to enter his office and have sex.

Tuesday morning, Rick had been somewhat reluctant to go at it at 9:15 a.m., telling Jennifer that he'd prefer to wait until later in the day. Jennifer, however, was not so easily dissuaded, and for someone who claimed to have been celibate for most of a decade, her powers of sexual persuasion were quite formidable.

Rick wound up taking her on the top of his desk, reports and memos swept to the floor to make room for Jennifer's back. Thereafter, Jennifer pretty much got to have sex whenever she wanted.

The whirlwind pace kept Rick quite satisfied. So satisfied that he was having trouble staying interested in Candace. He pushed that thought out of his mind. He didn't like thinking about Candace when he was with Jennifer.

"Well, I just have to give you your ride early in the morning so you don't spend the rest of the day harassing me," Jennifer retorted, a grin on her face.

"Touche," Rick responded, rising from his seat. "If you'll excuse me a moment..."

"Hurry back," Jennifer called after him as he walked across the crowded deli to the restroom.

Rick walked out of the restroom five minutes later and began the long, twisting walk through the dining room back to the table. Halfway across, he caught sight of Jennifer through the milling crowd. She had an odd look about her, though, gazing off into one corner of the restaurant.

Rick followed her eyes to a table in the corner, where a waitress was taking orders from a pair of men. Rick felt a slight twinge of jealousy. The men were both young, looking to be in their early twenties, and reasonably attractive, at least as well as Rick could judge. He could hardly blame Jennifer for looking.

As Rick watched, the waitress finished talking to the men and walked away. Rick continued his journey back to the table, but stopped short as he looked at Jennifer again. Here eyes were slowly tracking across the room. She wasn't looking at the men. She was looking at the waitress.

Rick froze, looking at Jennifer. Her look was one of fascination, eyes wide, a slight smile on her face. The waitress, Rick thought, was quite cute - a pert, blue-eyed blonde with generous hips and an ample bosom.

She walked happily across the restaurant, unaware of the attention she was recieving. She passed through the swinging doors to the kitchen and Rick looked back at Jennifer. She was still gazing toward the doors. Odd.

Rick threaded through the crowd back to the table. "You all right?"

Jennifer started. "Huh? Oh, yeah... I'm fine." She turned her attention back to her meal, but not before Rick noticed a faint flush creeping up her face. Very odd.

Candace led Rick into her bedroom and turned to await his instructions. Tonight would be the night, she hoped. Please, let tonight be the night. She needed Rick to fuck her so badly. Fuck. Now there was a word she'd never liked, and never thought she'd ever use, even in her own head. It was the word men used to twist sex from a consensual act between two people into an act of male dominance.

Two people could have sex, or make love, but only a man could fuck a woman. But now, she wanted to be dominated. She was willing to do anything to get her pussy fucked by Rick's hard cock.

Those were two more words she'd never thought she'd use. But on the ride home that evening, it had occurred to her to use those words, even in her own thoughts. After all, men used those words all the time, and if she wanted Rick to fuck her, it might help to start using them herself. Even using them in her own thoughts might help her to act like the subservient sex object that men wanted her to be. That Rick wanted her to be.

Every night for the last two weeks, ever since that first time she'd touched his cock, Rick had come over to her apartment and... Well, Rick hadn't fucked her yet, had he? Somehow she was always expecting it, but it never came. Invariably, she'd wind up jacking Rick off and fingering herself. It was pleasurable, but she wasn't getting fucked, dammit! She looked at Rick, mentally begging him to fuck her.

Rick sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. "On your knees," he commanded tersely.

"Yes, master," Candace responded. This was another trick she'd thought up on the ride home. Calling Rick "master" would hopefully make her seem more docile, more willing to let him do whatever he wanted. That was what men wanted, after all. And as with the other concepts, it was important for her to use them in her own mind as well as when she spoke. Candace dropped to her knees in front of her master, looking up at him expectantly.

"Take out my cock, bitch," Rick muttered. Candace almost swooned at his use of that word. Three months ago, she would have been horrified to be called a bitch, but now she took it as a sign that Rick was going to fuck her. She wanted him to think of her as his bitch, his slut, his fuck-toy. She had mentally resolved in the car to think of herself as Rick's personal slut.

Why did all her best ideas come to her when she was in the car with Rick on the way back to her apartment? Maybe it was just a good time to think. She had come up with a lot of good ideas while Rick had just blabbed on and on.

She hated going out with him now, because all she could think about when they went out to dinner or a movie was when he was going to fuck her pussy with his hard cock. I love him dearly, she thought, but I wish he'd stop talking so much and just fuck me!

Returning from her reverie, Candace reached up to unfasten Rick's belt and unzip his pants.

His stiff cock sprang into view, causing Candace to gasp in wonder. She'd seen it and touched it so many times, but each time she saw it she was struck again by its beauty. A thick pole of flesh capped by a purple bulb, its surface crisscrossed by thick red veins.

She felt the inside of her pussy aching with desire. She needed it inside her so badly. She needed to be penetrated.

Please, master, she pleaded mentally, fuck me! Fuck your bitch! As hard as you want. I don't care how much it hurts. Use me like a rag doll.

But she remained slient, looking up at Rick, who smiled down at her. "Suck it, slut."

Her cunt felt warm at that word. Nervous, but with a growing confidence that she was close to getting fucked, Candace leaned forward to brush the head of his cock with her lips. She knew why men liked having a bitch suck their cocks.

It was a way for them to experience the pleasure of fucking while denying the bitch the pleasure of being fucked. For a bitch to suck a man's cock was the ultimate act of self-degradation, an admission that her own pleasure was unimportant, that she was just a toy for him to do with as he pleased.

Candace eagerly dove on her master's cock, taking first the swollen purple head, then several inches of the rigid shaft into her throat. She had thought about how best to do this on the drive home, and needed no time to experiment. She swiftly began to pump her head up and down on his cock, using her tongue to caress the underside of the shaft. She moved one hand up to grip the base.

Rick groaned loudly. "That's it, bitch." Candace thrilled again and redoubled her efforts. "Play with yourself, slut," he commanded. Candace eagerly moved her hand under the hem of her skirt and began rubbing her swollen clitoris in time with the movements of her head.

She felt Rick's hands in her hair, guiding her head up and down. "You're quite the little cocksucker, aren't you?" The derisive tone of Rick's question thrilled her. Yes, she wanted to scream, treat me like a piece of meat. Fuck me!

Candace apporached orgasm as Rick gently pushed her head off his cock. Rick stood up, towering over her. This is it, she thought, he's going to fuck me! Please, please, please! She looked up at him and ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip in a gesture calculated to get her pussy filled.

Rick smiled back, but didn't join her on the floor. Rather, he positioned himself so that his cock, with her hand still holding it at the base, was directly above her upturned face. "Jack me off, slut," Rick commanded.

Candace eagerly jerked her hand up and down on her master's cock, just as she had so many times in the last two weeks. With her other hand, she continued to rub her swollen clit. "Close your eyes, bitch," Rick commanded as she felt his cock start to throb in her hand. His hands grasped the sides of her head.

She felt her master's cock pulse mightily in her hand, followed an instant later by a splash of wetness on her cheek. Her instinct was to flinch, to turn away, but Rick's hands held her firmly in place. His cock throbbed again, and she felt another splash on her forehead.

She knew what was happening. Rick was ejaculating on her face... Not ejaculating! Rick was coming on her face. His semen... No, no, you're a slut, dammit! Think like a bitch in heat! His jism, his spunk, was covering her face, marking her as his bitch, his possession. That was all she wanted to be. Soon he would fuck her.

The thought sent her sex-starved cunt over the edge. Her orgasm racked her as Rick's jism continued to dribble onto her face.

She groaned in pleasure and fell to the floor, writhing in ecstasy as the flow of cum subsided, her hands working furiously at her clit. Screaming in pleasure, she climaxed, all the muscles in her body tensing at once as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

Rick watched as Candace spasmed on the floor in front of him. God, he'd never expected that. The slut sure got off on getting her face plastered. The old Candace, the militant feminist, had been sorely in need of a good facial. It sure was exciting to see the bitch get what she deserved.

But there were problems coming. Rick couldn't continue to see Candace much longer. It was already getting difficult to keep Jennifer from finding out. Jennifer, of course, would never suspect Rick was getting a blowjob every evening from a slut like Candace, but sooner or later she would find out. And that would be trouble.

More importantly, though, Rick felt like a real shithead doing that to Jennifer. He knew how strongly she felt about him. He was pretty sure she loved him, and he was beginning to suspect that he was in love with her, too. And he couldn't do that to someone he loved.

He looked down at the bimbo on the floor, her cum-coverd body still shuddering as her orgasm subsided. She'd sucked him off, taken his jism on her face, and fingered herself to orgasm, all without even taking her clothes off. What a slut.

Candace's breathing slowed to almost a normal rate, and she opened her eyes, looking up at him. There was still a look of pleading in her eyes. The bitch wanted to be fucked. Too bad, Rick thought. "Go into the bathroom and clean yourself up, slut."

"Yes, master," Candace replied meekly. She struggled to her feet and staggered into the bathroom, the spiked heels making it difficult for her to walk. Rick noticed that her ass and legs seemed quite a bit less skinny these days. Was she working out?

How could he possibly give this up? Every night for the past two weeks, he'd come over to Candace's apartment to use her.

He didn't even have to bother with taking her out to dinner anymore unless he was planning to "teach" her something new.

The first night he'd come over unannounced, she hadn't been wearing makeup and had been hanging around the house in jeans and a T-shirt. Rick had used her, of course, but dropped a lot of obvious hints that he was displeased with her appearance.

The next night he had shown up to find the bitch waiting in a tight-fitting black mesh bodysuit, wearing a pair of shiny black slut-pumps, matching pink lipstick and nail polish, silvery hoop earrings four inches in diameter, her hair curled into lustrous tresses. Clearly, the slut had learned a new lesson - to always be ready for use by her master. (Although it hadn't been until tonight that she'd actually used the word "master".)

Rick sighed. He had to face the fact that he was addicted to Candace. Not that sex with Jennifer wasn't great; it was. Jennifer had become quite skilled in any number of things in the last few weeks, and she was always eager to learn new techniques. She and Rick had brought each other to so many mind- blowing orgasms that Rick had lost count. But Jennifer was a lover, a woman. Only one side of Rick was satisfied with a woman. The other side needed a bitch.

What the hell was he going to do? He sure as hell had to do something. And he had to do it tonight. Rick looked around the room desperately. A dresser, a closet, a desk with some papers strewn on it, a mirror. No help there.

Candace strode out of the bathroom again. Her face was wiped clean of the come that had covered it minutes earlier, and her makeup had been reapplied. Rick's cock stirred at the thought of the slut reapplying her makeup between uses. "Go get a glass of water and bring it here, bitch," Rick ordered.

"Yes, master," Candace responded, turning and walking out of the room. She returned a minute later with a class full of water, which she held out to him, assuming he wanted to drink it.

Rick pulled the vial of drug out of his pocket and opened it, carefully squeezing five drops into the water.

Candace watched without comment. When he had finished, Rick recapped the vial and replaced it in his pocket.

"Drink it, slut," he ordered.

Candace immediately lifted the glass to her lips and began to drink. Rick watched her throat flex as she sucked down swallow after swallow of the water.

It was a testament to how completely she had surrendered her will that she didn't think to even question what he was doing.

Truly she was his to do with as he pleased, to use and abuse.

Candace finished the glass and lowered it, looking at him expectantly. For a few seconds they just stood there, staring at each other.

Rick saw in Candace's face a challenge - a challenge to determine what he was going to do.

For the first time since he'd started using the drug, Candace's gaze made him uncomfortable. He knew he had a decision to make.

After a long pause, Rick began to speak.

Candace's Education ENDING ONE

"Lie down on the bed, bitch."

Candace complied quickly, positioning herself faceup on the bed. Her legs were spread slightly, stetching the black leather miniskirt taut and almost allowing a glimps of her pussy. Rick would soon be getting more than a glimpse.

Rick shrugged off his clothes and climbed up onto the bed, standing on his knees next to Candace's supine form. His cock hung half-erect, pointing at Candace. "Blow me, bitch."

Candace squirmed around to a position in front of Rick and bent her head to his member. Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, she began to suck eagerly, pumping her head up and down his shaft.

Rick's cock swelled again as he recieved the second blowjob of the night from the slut. Already she was improving. He placed his hands on the sides of her head, modulating her pace. It felt so good.

He was tempted to come in her mouth, to shoot his sperm down her throat. She wouldn't enjoy it, but she'd accept it. But he couldn't do that now. There was something else he had to do. Just this once. And then never again. Never.

Rick gently pushed Candace's head off his cock. "Lie down, bitch," he growled. Candace quickly flopped down on her back, spreading her legs as far as the tight skirt would allow. She looked up with her doe-like eyes, gazing eagerly at him. She was finally going to get it.

"Lift your skirt, slut," Rick commanded. Candace eagerly reached down, grabbing a fist full of leather and yanking upwards. The skirt bunched around her waist, leaving her glistening wet pussy exposed. Her breathing was rapid now as she continued to stare raptly at Rick.

Rick lifted her legs, still clad in stockings and spiked heels and placed them over his shoulders. He positioned his swollen purple cockhead at the entrance to her fuck tunnel and met her gaze. "Do you want to get fucked, bitch?"

Candace's head nodded slowly even before she started to speak. "Yes, master," she whispered.

"Beg me to fuck your worthless cunt."

Candace paused for a second, then began to squeal. "Please, master, fuck me, fuck me with your hard cock."

"You'll have to do better than that."

Candace's voice rose in pitch, her sdesperation showing. "Pleeeease, master. I'm your cheap little slut, begging you to fuck her juicy cunt with your long, hard cock! Please, master, split your whore in two with your stiff prick and come inside her!"

Her hips were making jerking motions toward his cock, as though tring to grab it and pull it inside. "Please, use your fuck-hungry bitch to sheath your throbbing tool! Use me like a rag doll and spurt your hot jism all over my slutty face! Just fuck meeeeeee!"

Rick shoved his cock deep inside Candace's sopping wet snatch. Candace screamed in ecstacy, The feeling was like nothing he'd ever experienced. She was so tight! He paused for a moment, his cock embedded in the slut's steaming pussy, savoring the pressure on his shaft. Candace's scream faded, to be replaced by a shallow series of audible pants. "Keep talking, bitch!" Rick admonished.

"Oh, yes, master," she groaned, "fuck your dirty little slut! Fill up her wet pussy with your hot jism!" Rick withdrew his cock until only the head was engulfed in the folds of Candace's cunt, then thrust it back in again to the hilt, eliciting another shriek of pleasure from Candace. Rick paced himself, trying to keep things slow to get the most enjoyment possible from this, since he wasn't going to do this again. Ever.

Candace squealed rhythmically as Rick pistoned his cock in and out of her pussy. At last, she was getting fucked! It had taken him so long!

The pleasure was like nothing she had ever felt before. She savored each thrust, each new penetration of the throbbing member that threatened to split her open. Each time Rick withdrew his cock, she felt like crying in despair, and each time he shoved his manhood deep inside her again she felt happier than she'd ever felt before in her life.

And each time, in the instant of complete penetration, when Rick's cock completely filled her, she regretted each and every man she'd ever brushed off in her life. How many chances to get fucked had she let go to waste? How many possible masters had she passed up?

Her orgasm built deep within her, an unstoppable tidal wave of pleasure. Rick was fucking her faster now, harder, and she could feel his cock throbbing mightily within her. He had pulled the fabric of her halter top down off her breasts and his hands were now mauling the soft, tender flesh there as he fucked her more and more urgently, but Candace scarcely noticed. Her attention was focused on the cock filling her cunt.

Suddenly the dam broke; she felt Rick's cock squirt a load of jism into the deepest recesses of her cunt. The feeling of her master coming deep inside her was too much. Candace climaxed, shrieking in ecstasy as Rick continued to spurt his come into her pussy. The come filled her cunt and began to overflow; she felt it dripping out of her pussy around Rick's cock, which continued to squirt come.

At last her orgasm subsided, and Candace's body allowed itself to relax. She could feel the come dripping from her cunt around Rick's still-engorged cock. It was all perfect.

Her master had fucked her.

Rick watched as Candace's eyes glazed over. The drug hadn't taken effect yet; this was just a post-fucking stupor. He gently removed his cock from her sopping wet cunt, allowing rivulets of come to stream out after it, pooling on the bed. "Stay here," he ordered.

"Yes, master," came the weak reply.

Rick took a shower while waiting for the drug to take effect, and then dressed himself, whitling happily all the while. He went back into the bedroom to find Candace still lying where he'd left her, skirt bunched up around the waist, jism dripping from her cunt. Rick sat down beside her.

"Candace?"

"Hmmmm?" She was definitely under the effect of the drug.

"What just happened?"

"I got fucked."

"Did you enjoy it?"

A smile crept slowly across her face. "Yes, master, I enjoyed it very much."

"And you want to get fucked again, don't you?"

"Ohhhhh, yessssss..." she groaned. A hand drifted down absently to play with her clit.

"But you don't know if I'm good at it or not, do you?"

"You... were... real good..."

"But maybe another man could fuck you better than I did."

"Um... Maybe..."

"So really, you'd be better off getting fucked by someone else next time, wouldn't you?"

This took awhile to sink in. "G... Guess so..."

"But then, you won't know if he's the best, either. So you'd want to get fucked by someone else after that."

"Uh... yeah..."

"What you really need, Candace, is to get fucked by a whole lot of different men."

"Yeah... fucked... lots of men..."

"In fact, it'd be really convenient if you could get a job where all you do is get fucked by a lot of men all the time."

"J-Job... yeah..."

"Now what kind of job might that be?"

One Year Later --------------

Rick fidgeted on the couch, flipping through the channels yet again, bored out of his skull. A Friday night and Jennifer was out of town. Normally they would have gone out for dinner, or dancing, or even just stayed home and gone to bed early. But she was in Phoenix until tomorrow afternoon. Thank God at least they still had Saturday night.

Jennifer had gotten the Assistant Manager for Procurement position at about the time they'd gotten married, six months ago. That had been a big step up for her, and she'd made it entirely on her own; Rick hadn't used the hypnotic drug on anyone in over a year.

Jennifer had had to pinch-hit for Rick on a major presentation to the company CEO when Rick had come down with mono and been rushed to the hospital. The CEO had been so impressed with the young secretary's performance he had offered her the vacant procurement position.

It had meant an end to their daytime sexual escapades in the office, but they'd dealt with that just fine; they made up for it at night. And even having offices on different floors of the building didn't preclude an occasional fifteen-minute "consultation".

The downside of Jennifer's new job was that she spent a lot of time on the road, leaving Rick to fend for himself for a few days. He was eagerly anticipating her return tomorrow; he had a welcome planned that would sweep her off her feet. And into the sack. Rick had to admit there was another downside; their sex had been missing something since her promotion. She seemed to still like it just fine, but Rick missed the idea of fucking his secretary.

Not that the sex wasn't still great, and not that he regretted Jennifer's promotion, but there had been something exciting about having sex with someone who was subordinate to him. A sense of... what? Control? He'd been getting the feeling quite a lot, lately, that he'd once had something else. He couldn't quite put his finger on it...

The phone rang, and Rick picked it up. Jennifer at the airport a day early, maybe?

"I have a collect call from Jennifer Logan. Will you accept charges?"

"Yeah, yeah," Rick replied. "Jen?"

"Hi, honey!"

"Hey! How's my little noodle doing in Arizona?"

"Well, that's the bad news, honey. The supplier is balking at the contract we negotiated. They're just stonewalling to get a better deal, but it looks like it's going to keep me here until Thursday, at least."

Rick groaned. "Dammit. Well, if that's the way it is."

"'Fraid so, honey. Listen, I gotta get back to work here."

"All right. Call me later."

"I won't be free here until midnight. I'll call you tomorrow." "Okay. Love you."

"Love you. Bye."

Rick hung up and sighed. Dammit. Another five days of being horny and alone. He retuned to channel-surfing. Surely in 83 channels there had to be something on.

"...deny any involvement..."

"...kiss me, Eric..."

"...another rebound for..."

"...YOURS for only twenty-nine..."

"...you bitch..."

"...antelope can run at speeds of over..."

Rick paused. Bitch. The word resonated with him. He flipped back one channel. The show was a prime-time soap opera. The young man on screen was yelling at a young woman wearing high heels and a skintight dress.

"You slept with my brother, you slut!" Rick thought it odd that he would consider her a slut just for sleeping with another man. Hell, in that dress, she looked respectable compared to... Candace.

Rick hadn't thought of her in over a year. Memories suddenly came flooding back. Candace walking on six-inch spiked heels, her ass swaying back and forth inside a black leather skirt...

Rick tried to push the memories out of his mind. No, no, don't think about it. Candace running her tongue across a glossy, pink upper lip...

Rick remembered hypnotizing himself to not think of her. He realized his mistake: he'd forgotten that post- hypnotic suggestions weren't permanent; they weakened over time.

Candace on her knees, looking up at him as her lips enveloped his cock...

Rick was overwhelmed as a year of repressed rememberings washed over him at once. He closed his eyes, struggling to regain control of his head. But the images wouldn't stop.

Candace panting and moaning as Rick thrust his cock deep into her cunt...

A year of repressed sexual urges came with the memories; Rick discovered that his cock was straining against his jeans. He was more aroused than he had over been in his life.

Candace thrusting her tits upward as her back arched in a violent orgasm, her pussy squeezing his cock tightly...

A phone number jumped unbidden into his head. In all this time, he'd never rememberd, but neither had he forgotten.

His mental stability returning, Rick picked up the phone off the coffee table and dialed the number. The line rang twice before it was picked up. "Starlight Escorts," announced a feminine voice.

Rick's throat was raw. "I'd like to see one of your girls tonight."

"Certainly, sir. We'll send our next available girl to you as soon as..."

"I mean a specific girl." There was a slight pause. "Who did you have in mind, sir?"

Rick was silent for a few seconds before he could force it out. "Candace." The first time he'd said that name in a long time.

There was another pause. "Sir, she won't be available for two hours. If you'd like to..."

"I'll wait."

"Very well, sir." The receptionist took Rick's address, warned him that Candace might be late, and hung up. Rick leaned back, and exhaled deeply. He was back in control of himself, but he was a very different man than he'd been five minutes ago.

The post-hypnotic suggestion he'd given himself had worn thin over the course of a year. But what of the suggestions he'd given Candace?

"Oh, yeah, honey, that's good. Do me hard, baby. Yeah, that's it." Candace recited her lines from memory, hoping they would hurry this jerk to orgasm and get her out of his house. The white hair he'd combed over his bald spot was falling off, and Candace found the whole scene extremely unarousing.

A year ago, it wouldn't have turned her off, she recalled. A year ago, when she'd first started, even this rude geezer would have been able to send her to a furious climax just by sticking his wrinkled cock into her cunt. But after awhile, her sexual ardor had trailed off.

These days, the occasional young stud could still bring her to orgasm, but that seemed to happen only once every few days now. In between, she faked orgasms with her clients and masturbated after work.

It looked as though she was going to have to fake one soon. The geezer had started breathing faster, and picked up the pace of his humping. Candace prayed he didn't have a heart attack. He was so fat she'd probably never escape.

She tried to hurry his orgasm along by humping back at him and launching into the series of cries she knew by memory. "Nnggh... oh... yes... yes... mmmm... oh, God... this is incredible... yes... harder... harder... nngh... mmm... YES! YES! YES!"

Candace congratulated herself on a job well done as she felt the geezer's cock throb pathetically inside her, a sensation rendered almost indetectable by the condom he wore.

At first she'd resented having to use a condom, because it interfered with her pleasure. Recently, though, she'd come to appreciate it, since it kept her from having to clean up every time. And most of the time, she wasn't going to get off anyway, so the condom hardly hurt in that respect.

The geezer grunted in satisfaction and rolled off of her. Candace got up and picked her clothes up off the floor. It was her usual summer uniform - a lightweight cotton shirt, white, which she wore unbuttoned and tied in a knot under her breasts, and a pair of extra-short denim cutoffs with a few tantalizingly placed holes.

A pair of fire- engine red "fuck-me" pumps completed the ensemble.

The geezer lifted himself up and watched her as she dressed, staring unabashedly.

Asshole, Candace thought. When she'd first arrived, he'd acted as though she was some sort of upper-crust, high-society rich girl paying a social call.

He'd done his pathetically inadequate best to be charming, pretending to be interested in her as a person. Now that it was over with, he just looked at her like she was a piece of meant. Candace hated the hypocrisy; at least the honest ones didn't waste all your time beforehand with drinks and conversation.

"You know, you're quite a sexy little bitch."

Candace swooned, almost falling before grabbing the top of the dresser to steady herself. She hated the bastard for calling her a bitch, and she hated herself for enjoying it. But he hadn't paid yet, so she had to be nice.

"Thanks, honey. You're not too bad yourself," she said in the sweetest voice she could muster, standing upright. She liked it better when she got paid up front, but the geezer was a regualar customer of the service, so she had to let him pay afterwards.

The transaction was concluded without any further interchange, thank God, and Candace left the house as quickly as she could, thinking all the while. Why the hell did she enjoy being called a bitch?

Somehow verbal degradation seemed to get her excited. She was convinced by now that something traumatic had happened to her a year ago, something so horrible she was repressing the memories. After all, why would a successful reporter for a leading feminist magazine suddenly quit her job and go to work as a call girl?

The work had seemed fascinating at first, but lately she'd started to lose interest. She had toyed with the idea of getting out of the business before, but now she was considering it seriously. Tomorrow was her day off, and she had an appointment with a therapist. It was time to sort out her feelings and get some answers. She climbed into her car and retrieved the pager from the glove compartment. The light was flashing and a new address came up on the LCD screen. Last one tonight. She wiped off her makeup with a tissue and washed her face with a few handfuls of water from a thermos. She always took her makeup off after a job; it was invariably smeared and needed to be redone.

She sighed and began to drive. Maybe today was her lucky day, and this next one would be under 40. It would be nice not to have to frig herself to orgasm tonight.

Candace pulled up at the address she'd recieved on her beeper. It was a small, modern townhouse in a recently built housing development. This was the sort of area that recently married young couples tended to live in. Candace tended not to get many calls from areas like these.

Most of her customers were either older - living in more expensive houses - or unmarried - living in apartments in the city. Chances were it was some horny husband whose wife was out of town, looking for a quick bite of the forbidden fruit, too stupid to think about the possible consequences of the neighbors seeing a scantily clad young woman coming by in the evening. Oh, well. Not her loss.

Candace examined herself in her makeup mirror, giving her hair a slight tease. At her employer's suggestion, she had had it cut to a sassy shoulder-length style and dyed strawberry blonde when she'd first started working as a call girl.

Since that time, she had come to respect the wisdom of that suggestion; her customers seemed crazy about the look. Often she styled it so that it curled inward slightly to touch her cheeks; men seemed to go wild at the feel of her hair brushing against their balls when she gave head.

She reapplied her makeup slowly and carefully. If the behavior of the fat old bastard she'd just serviced hadn't been enough motivation to find a new line of work, having to apply her makeup for the umpteenth time that day certainly was. A year ago, she'd loved to paint her face.

There had been something arousing about making herself look like the complete slut, getting ready to blow the mind of her next customer. She'd even reapplied her makeup immediately after wiping the old stuff off, before driving to her next job, because she'd enjoyed the feeling of looking like a tramp.

She remembered getting pulled over for speeding in her first week on the job, and how the officer had been so dumbstruck by her appearance. It had been on a backwoods road late at night, so she'd put on her best bimbo-voice and stood in front of the officer, asking if he couldn't please forgive her for being a naughty girl, such a bad girl.

She remembered the look on his face as she'd removed his policeman's cap and put it on her head before kneeling, pulling out his cock, and giving him one of her masterful blowjobs,

She paused occasionally to remark on how she'd always wanted to get fucked in the backseat of a police car. The officer had been willing to oblige, of course, and had come not once, but twice, once in her pussy and once on her face.

Looking back, it amazed her not so much that she'd done it, but that she'd enjoyed it so much. But that had been in the days when she'd relished the thought of being a slut, a whore. A bitch. Hearing the words themselves spoken to her still gave her a certain thrill.

But she no longer used them in her own mind. She no longer aspired to be a slut. The last time she'd gotten pulled over, she hadn't even tried to seduce the officer. Her heart just wasn't in it anymore. She had to quit.

She finished applying her makeup and squared her shoulders. She was going to get this one over with, and quit.

She got out of the car and walked to the door, ringing the bell. A muffled voice from inside the house yelled, "Come in!"

Candace opened the door and took a few steps inside. She could see parts of a dining room, a kitchen, and a living room from where she stood. No one was visible. "Hello?" she called, "I'm looking for Rick."

"That's me, honey," a distant voice called back. "Have a seat. I'll be right out."

Candace walked into the living room and sat down on the edge of a couch, looking around the room. The room was quite tastefully decorated. There was obviously a woman's touch involved.

Candace smiled a little at that. Married men were often more interesting customers. Something about adultery excited men at a primal level. They were born to be assholes. She almost laughed at the thought.

A year ago, when she'd been a feminist journalist, she'd thought the same thing, but for almost entirely different reasons. It was funny how one's thoughts came full circle.

She spied a picture on the fireplace mantel of a happy young couple. Something about it disturbed her.

Candace stood up and walked over to the fireplace, peering at the picture. The woman was a beauty, with strong classical features and soft, thick, curly brown hair. The man was... familiar... she couldn't quite place it, but...

She remembered.

Her knees buckled and she fell, catching herself on the mantel. She fought the surge of memories suddenly unleashed into her mind. No, it couldn't be... That couldn't have happened... "I... I didn't do that!" she protested.

"I see you remember me, slut."

Candace whirled to face the source of the voice. It was... him...

Master.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, leaning nonchalantly in the hall doorway, wearing the same smirk he'd worn when she'd begged him to fuck her.

"N-no..." she pleaded, shrinking away from him. It didn't happen, she told herself, it couldn't have happened.

"Yes, I'm afraid so, my little bitch," he replied casually, standing and strolling slowly toward her.

Candace groaned at the electric thrill the word sent though her spine. It was so much stronger than what she'd felt when the old man had called her a bitch, because she understood now. She had been this man's bitch. "Stay away," she pleaded. "Don't come near me, you asshole."

He stopped, a look of amusement on his face. "Oh, come now, is that any way to talk to the man who brought you such pleasure?"

"Get away from me, I mean it!" The words rang hollow, even to her.

He was walking toward her again. "That doesn't sound like the Candace I know. The Candace I know would've begged me to touch her, to feel her, to use her. You were such a slut back then. All you wanted me to do was fuck you like the hot little bitch you are. You still do, don't you?"

He was standing in front of her as she flattened herself against the sliding glass door next to the fireplace. Her breath came in shallow pants as terror and arousal battled within her.

"You... it was you... You made me want it... I don't know how, you bastard, but you made me do it. You made me..." She knew it was true. It was the only explanation.

He only shrugged. "Maybe I did. It's not important now. What's important is that you're my bitch, and I've decided to make use of you again."

"You bastard!" she screamed, tears running down her face, ruining the makeup. "What gives you the right to do this to me?"

"Nothing. You were a cock teaser, always promising but never delivering. I did it because you were an uppity little cunt and I thought you needed a good fucking. So I made you my bitch. And now you're going to suck my cock. Here, I'll help." He unzipped hus pants and pulled them down, his hard pecker springing into view.

Candace froze in terror at the sight. She'd seen so many cocks over the last year - big ones, small ones, long ones, fat ones -and she'd touched them, sucked them, taken them up her cunt and even her ass, but this one terrified her. It called to her. She felt her willpower crumbling. "Suck my cock, now," Rick commanded.

Candace spun around, scrambling at the handle of the sliding glass door. She jerked her arms against it twice, but it was locked. Desperately she clawed at the lock switch, but her inch-long red talons prevented her getting a grip on it, and the tears pouring from her eyes blurred her vision. Sme beat a fist against the door as she slowly sunk to the ground, sobbing, curling her arms around her head.

"I said, suck my cock, whore," Rick commanded.

Candace lifted her head a little, peering out from behind her shielding arms at Rick's cock. Her master's cock... No, she couldn't.

But she wanted to. Slowly she lowered her arms. Maybe he'd fuck her. She wanted him to fuck her. She needed him to fuck her.

"Blow me, bitch!" her master commanded.

Candace rose to her knees and brought her head up to face his crotch. Slowly she extended her tongue to lick the tip. She'd forgotten how good her master's cock tasted. A small part of her still protested, but the voice was getting fainter all the time.

Her lips enveloped the purple head and she sucked luxuriously.

She felt her master's hands on her head, pushing her down onto his cock. A sensation she hadn't felt in over a year, but more familiar to her than breathing.

She slowly began to pump her head up and down on his cock, returning to a world that felt like home.

Rick leaned against the door with one hand, steadying himself against the wave of pleasure he felt at the feel of his slut's mouth enveloping his cock. The feeling was old and familiar. How could he have ever left this behind?

He looked down at the whore's face. The haircut and dyejob looked good. He hardly recognized the militant feminist he'd once dated behing the makeup and jewelry. And her cocksucking technique! God, he'd never realized how good she'd be after spending a year fucking for a living. He closed his eyes end enjoyed the feel of her tongue swirling around his shaft as he guided her head up and down his member.

The knowledge of the danger he'd been in only moments before made it all the more exciting to be using this tramp. He'd been almost terrified when she'd failed to respond immediately to his approach.

The conditioning had worn thin. It had taken all his nerve to remain calm. If he'd shown any uncertainty, she would've escaped. It was only his appearance of certainty that had defeated her. And if she'd gotten away... well, he didn't like to think of that.

He felt his orgasm fast approaching. Gently, he slid Candace off his cock. "Take it on your face, slut," he growled. She obeyed meekly, positioning her face under his cock, which she grabbed with both hands and jacked furiously. he rested his hands on the top of her head, intertwining his fingers into her hair as the first spurt of come landed on her forehead.

The bitch continued to work his prick as the second splashed on her cheek, and the third on her nose. By the time Rick's orgasm had subsided, he had blown his spunk all over her face and into her hair. Rivulets of come ran down her neck. What a fabulous slut. And that was what he needed. A slut. Jennifer was a wonderful lover, but she could never be this for him. And part of him would never be satisfied unless he had a bitch to do with as he pleased.

Candace had fallen to a sitting position. Her hands were inching toward her cutoff jeans. Slowly, she was beginning to rub herself through the denim, a look of bliss on her jism-coated face.

"Stop that, slut!" Rick growled. Here eyes opened in fright, and she froze. The little whore would get off when and if he chose. "Stand up!" She complied, looking at him meekly. "Turn around, spread your legs and lean your hands against the door."

Candace complied. She had to bend over quite a bit to rest her hands against the glass door, and her ass was thrust out in front of him. Rick reached a hand down and idly began stroking her groin through the denim, eliciting a moan from Candace. His hand wandered up and down, tracing the outlines of her cunt through the fabric. He found her clitoris to be fully erect, and scratched the denim covering it. Candace groaned and tossed her head in pleasure.

Rick examined the rips and tears in the cutoffs. He selected one on her left asscheek, only a few inches away from the crack and inserted both hands. He pulled it apart, and the tear expanded, its lower end migrating downward and inward, toward her crotch, exposing the bottom end of the soft folds of her pussy. He stopped tearing and stuck a hand through the newly torn hole to finger her swollen clit. Candace groaned loudly. Rick saw in the reflection of her face that her eyes were closed and her lips drawn back from gritted teeth. The slut was enjoying this.

Rick withdrew his hand and guided his re-erected cock into the hole, sliding it in along the mouth of her cunt, between her pussy lips and the fabric of the shorts.

He heard her breathing quicken. He began to slide his cock back and forth, rubbing it along her labia, brushing her clitoris at the end of each stroke. She gave out a soft moan each time his swollen cockhead rubbed her sensitive clit. Her hips jerked slightly against his thrusts, as though trying to draw him into her cunt.

"Not so eager to get away now, are you, cunt?" Rick asked.

"F... F... Fu... Fuck me, master!" she breathed.

"You want me to fuck you?" Rick asked in mock disbelief. "But just a minute ago you wanted me to get away from you. Maybe I shouldn't fuck you."

"Noooo... don't leave... Fuck me, master."

"Well, you'd better promise me you'll do whatever I say, that you'll be my slut," he slid hi cock back and forth once, "my bitch," he fucked her cuntlips again, "my little fuck-toy to do whatever I want with."

Candace was silent.

"Promise, bitch," Rick growled, grabbing her hair and pulling on it, causing her neck to bend backwards.

Candace was hyperventilating. The cock brushing against her pussy entrance was driving her insane. She had to have his cock.

"I promise, I promise," she shrieked.

"Say it, bitch," he growled, pulling her hair just a bit harder. "Tell me what you'll do,"

Candace spoke as quickly as possible, "I'll be your slut forever. You can fuck me whenever you want, master, wherever you want. Fuck my cunt, fuck my mouth and come all over your face. I'll be your cum-hungry bitch, eager to serve my master. I'll be your sex-toy to play with however you want. Just fuck meeeee!"

Candace felt her master's cock shift positions and slide up her cunt, filling her up completely on the first stroke. Oh, it felt so good. This was where she wanted to spend the rest of her life, impaled on her master's cock. She'd wrapped her cunt around a lot of pricks in the last year, but none felt as good as this one.

Slowly her master began to piston in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The sensation was incredible. She hadn't felt this good since... since the last time he'd fucked her.

She felt his hands groping at her tits through the thin material of the shirt. His fingers wrapped around the top of the shirt and pulled down.

She felt the shirt dig into her shoulders before tearing and hanging limply, releasing her tits to hang free. Her tits were somewhat larger than they'd been a year ago, thanks to the exercises she'd been doing to build her pectorals, but they were still just as firm.

She felt his hands wrap around them, digging into the flesh, using her tits as extra leverage to shove his cock far into her.

She'd been fucked by so many cocks, many of them bigger than her master's, but none quite so... powerful. Other cocks just fucked her, but this one somehow dominated.

Her entire body felt its power as it pistoned in and out of her. She felt full and complete with it inside her pussy, and empty when it left. She worshipped her master's cock. The hands moved from her tits to her hips, and the cock entered her with renewed force. A hand grabbed her hair and pulled, causing her back to arch. The cock slammed into her cunt, knocking her chest against the glass door. Her master continued to fuck her with wild abandon.

The room was well-lit and the night outside dark. Candace knew that anyone outside could see her; she was on display like part of a live sex show, tits mashed against the glass, hips bucking against the cock inside her, face plastered with come. But she didn't care. All the cared about was the cock brutally ramming her cunt. Her orgasm built.

She felt her master stiffen, his cock throbbing. A spurt of jism shot into her cunt. The sensation drove her over the edge. She hadn't felt come in her cunt since the last time she'd been fucked by Rick. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She shrieked and shrieked in pleasure as her cunt clenched her master's cock tightly, milking it for all it was worth. This, she knew, was where she belonged. She would always be Rick's bitch.

Rick hung on to the bucking whore as she thrashed through an orgasm. He was proud of the job he'd done training the bitch, that after so long away from him she still reacted so strongly to getting a load of his spunk in her snatch. He felt his cock continue to spray jism into her as her cunt muscles spasmed violently around it. He leaned on her as he came, pressing her tits into the glass of the window. Using his bitch was such a rush.

His orgam subsided and the torrential flood of come stopped. He felt his spunk seeping out of Candace's cunt around his cock. He looked down and saw a pool of milky white fluid collecting on the floor. Candace shuddered beneath him as her orgasm subsided. Her face and hair were covered by a mixture of sweat and jism. She looked like quite the fucked-out whore.

Rick belatedly realized that the lighting conditions would allow virtually the entire neighborhood to see the fucked- out whore. He reached over next to the door to turn the lights off and looked outside. Several lights were on, and in some of them he could see people standing, looking his way. It was certain that they'd seen him fucking his bitch.

Rick sighed. Jennifer would be leaving him, then. There was no use denying it. Someone would tell her that her husband had fucked some blonde strumpet against the glass door of her living room while she was away. Well, it had been bound to happen sooner or later. Might as well do it the easy way and not try to fight it.

He realized he didn't care about Jennifer. He'd miss her, but ultimately there was nothing he wanted from her that Candace couldn't give him. He knew that he was a different man than he'd been two hours ago, and that the old Rick would never have considered leaving Jennifer. But the tidal wave of memory had swept away that Rick, and he was who he was now. And the man he was now needed a bitch.

There would be downsides for sure. Once the divorce was settled, Jennifer would certainly be at least antagonistic if not downright hostile to him at work. And people would be on her side. He'd have to leave then, and find a job somewhere else, likely at a substantial loss in pay.

These difficulties could be worked around. Although he'd be making less money, Candace already had a lucrative career as a call girl. She could easily bring in several hundred dollars a day. Sure, he'd get tired of her eventually, but now that the post-hypnotic suggestion had worn off, he remembered the stash of the drug he'd hidden - enough to train a dozen more bitches. At his new job, he'd have to make sure he had a good secretary...

But that was the future. No matter what was coming, Jennifer wouldn't be home until Thursday. Plenty of time to reacquaint himself with his bitch. His cock, still rammed up her cunt, had softened slightly. He ran a hand across her left tit. His tit. He ran his fingers through her hair, savoring the feeling of possession. She was all his. She existed for no purpose other than to serve him. His slut, his cunt, his bitch.

All his.

Candace's Education ENDING TWO

"Go take a shower," Rick commanded. "Clean off your makeup and come back out when you're done. Don't put the clothes back on."

Candace's shoulders slumped ever so slightly in disappointment as she turned to enter the bathroom. Rick felt a slight pang of regret. He'd wanted so badly to fuck her. But he knew he was doing the right thing.

Rick waited on the bed while Candace showered, thinking about how best to get out of this. He had to make sure Candace stayed away from him from now on.

Candace re-emerged after half an hour, her face clean and a towel wrapped around her midsection. She stood in front of Rick with the dazed look that indicated she was under the drug.

"Lie down, " Rick instructed her, getting up from the bed. She obeyed promptly, stretching out along the length of the bed. "Close your eyes." She complied. Rick sighed, preparing himself. It would be a rush job, but it should hold. "Candace, I want you to relax and focus on the sound of my voice." This had better work, Rick thought to himself. "You're feeling very sleepy. You realize now that what you've been doing, the way you've been behaving, is wrong. You don't want to keep on being a slut. You want to go back to your old life, don't you?"

"Mmmm... Mmmmm... Yeah..." she murmured.

Rick breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God it was working. "You don't want to be dominated. You don't want me to be your master. You want to be in control of your own life again, the way it was before you met me."

"Yes... before..."

"So why don't you just forget about me. Forget all about me. Never think of me again."

"Never..."

"Tomorrow morning you'll wake up, and everything will be just the way it was. You won't need to be dominated by me anymore. You won't ever try to tell anyone else about what's happened between us, and you won't ever try to hurt me. Understand?"

"Mmmm... yes..."

"Now sleep."

Candace's head lolled, and her breathing deepened. Rick smiled. He'd done it. It had been so easy. Things were taken care of.

Now he had to go see someone. Someone very important.

Rick rang the doorbell, barely able to contain himself. Seconds later, it opened, revealing a damp Jennifer, a towel wrapped around her body. "Rick! What are you..."

Rick interrupted her, pulling her up into his arms and kissing her passionately. She was stunned for a moment, but quickly responded, her tongue eagerly meeting his. Rick left her lips, his mouth treaveling downward across her neck, nipping. massaging. "Rick... let me at least finish drying off before we... oh!" Her sentence was cut off by Rick's tongue licking the valley between her breasts. Her back arched as she pressed against his tantalizing mouth. "Oh... Rick... Rick... what... why..."

Rick paused long enough to say, "I had to, I just suddenly had to," before returning his attention to her body.

Jennifer reached out to give the door a shove, slamming it shut. "Oh, God, honey..." she groaned, "Take me to bed... Take me to bed."

She pulled herself onto Rick, wrapping her legs around his waist. Rick carried her down the hall before realizing he didn't know where he was. He paused his kissing. "Where the hell is the bedroom?"

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