Suzy Unleashed Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

Suzy Unleashed Chapter 8

... virtuous bitch and take the money.” She took the twenty from Steve and shoved it into my hand. “That’s better,” she said, as my fingers accepted the bill. After a second, she added, “Whore.” Both Kathy and Steve laughed at my obvious embarrassment before she walked him to the door. When she got back, she asked, “So, were you enjoying Tony as much as it looked like?” I swallowed and nodded. “Until he pulled out his wallet. That sort of ruined it.” “Seriously?” she laughed. “You got to blow a gorgeous hunk, who was clearly really into you. And you’re saying that the fact he was willing to pay for what you did ruined the whole experience?” “He thought he was getting a blowjob from a whore!” I almost screamed. “He wasn’t into me, he was into face-fucking a whore! That’s not the real me!” “Wow,” she grinned, “talk about irony! You want him to be into the real you? Why didn’t you take off your wig and panties for him then?” I felt the color drain from my face and she continued, “I’ll tell you why—because you didn’t want to lose the chance to suck his cock! He wanted to face-fuck a woman and you wanted him to think you were that woman.” I could feel my face changing from ashen white to bright crimson as she pointed out the contradiction. Her voice suddenly softened and she gently stroked my face. “Suzy, you need to understand something. The ‘real you’, as you call it, doesn’t exist. There is no ‘real you’. There’s just a walking, talking, wetdream fantasy that you’ve become. Your ...

... whole purpose in life is to please men. You know exactly what they want and you’re willing to give it to them because when you do, you get exactly what you want. You wear those tiny little miniskirts because you know they turn men on and you love doing that. You suck cock because you love it, but you also do it because you know how much the men you blow love it. You want them to love it because you want them to want you. You let them fuck you for the same reason, even though we both know you don’t enjoy that half as much as you enjoy sucking cock. You become whatever it is that the man you’re with wants, and you do whatever it is he wants you to do. That’s what every man dreams of, and that’s what you are.” I slowly nodded, knowing she was right. “And,” she completed the thought, “that’s exactly the definition of what a perfect whore does. She does whatever it takes to make the guy she’s with happy. You do that, and you do it more naturally and more eagerly than just about any woman alive. Shouldn’t you do what you’re best at? If you were a great athlete, wouldn’t it make sense to become a pro and make the big money? If you were a great writer, wouldn’t it make sense to sell what you write? Well, your talent is pleasing men. Doesn’t it make sense to use that talent to make a living?” “God,” I gulped. “You, you really want me to be a whore, don’t you?” “I want you to be what you are,” she said calmly. “I want you to do what you enjoy. But, I’m also a realist—I know you can’t ...