Attitude Adjustment

You walk off down the mall. You spot a well-dressed woman in her late thirties or early forties. Her thick, light brown hair is cut into a bob. She's wearing a pair of black slacks that are just tight enough to show how nice and pert her ass is. She has on a white silk blouse that is also just tight enough and open enough to show some cleavage from her C cups. She had a Gucci purse over her shoulder. She is talking on her cell phone. "God I hate this place," she said into the phone. "All I need is a new pair of shoes, and all they have are shoe stores for stupid poor people.....yeah...well, it's close to my condo....yeah, I know...malls suck....Yeah...I'll see you tonight." She got off the phone.

You walk up to her. "Hey, slut mouth," you say. "What's your name?"

"Barbara Hooper," she says with a smile.

"No, you prefer to be called 'Bunny,' and you want to change your last name to Hopper."

"Yes, that's true," she said. "I like that idea."

"You also love having cum sprayed on your face, so follow me," you say.

You lead Bunny to the men's room. You have her kneel between two urinals, facing away from the wall. "Give me the greatest blow job of your life. For the next year, you can only orgasm if you give a blow job while kneeling in THIS men's room." You undo your pants and pull them and your boxers down.

Bunny starts sucking your cock. You grab her head and run your fingers through her hair, messing it all up before you grab her head and make her deep throat you. You roughly face fuck her for a while before you pull out and shoot cum all over her face and head, giving her an orgasm.

"Massage my cum into your hair," you command her. "You can only orgasm if a man cums on your face or head after you suck him off in here, and if you don't orgasm once every three days, your pussy will itch and burn. Now spend the rest of the day here offering blow jobs to any man or boy who enters here and do your best to convince them to let you suck them off and cum all over you. Any time a man cums on you, you won't wash it off until you get home."

Bunny was massaging your cum into her hair, which now stood out in a sticky mess. "Yes, sir," she said. Cum had smeared her mascara and was also drying all over her face.

"Good. Now get your phone, take a selfie, and send it to everyone in your contact list with the caption 'cum-covered cunt face.'"

Bunny took her phone out of her purse, smiled as she took a photo of herself, and did as she was ordered.

You have to pee now, so you piss in Bunny's Gucci bag. You then leave her there.