More with Buffy, Faith, and Candi

For a few seconds Buffy was at war with herself. The **** collar giving pleasure rewards for both blowing the man, and stroking herself. Her programming telling her to obey Faith. Eventually Buffy's programming won. She took her hand from pants, stood, and began to hurriedly strip.

Only to be brought up short by Faith tutted, sitting up and stopping her ministrations on Candi. "Ah, ah, B. Not so fast. Strip nice and slow. Make me forget my troubles." Which earned an amused giggle from Candi. Buffy, **** to obey, began to more sensuously remove her clothes. When she was down to her thong Faith as commented. "Quality work on that ass B." Following with, "Might ask for one like that myself. How do you like it? And be totally honest, uh, B. Oh and keep shaking it for us."

Buffy refrained from scowling at Faith, and answered. "I love it. Out of all the alterations they **** on me, this is the one I like."

"Really?" Faith and Candi remarked simultaneously.

"Yes."

"So like if we were still back home if I'd have handed you 20,000 bucks worth of coupons for plastic surgery you'd have bought yourself an ass like you got? Really B? You of all people?

"Yes. I would have." Buffy said trying to keep the hesitation out of her voice while she twerked at Faith and Candi. To only answer exactly what Faith had asked.

Candi however had picked up on Buffy demurring in her answer. "I don't think she was totes honest with you Faith."

"Ya think?" Faith asked with a confused look on her face.

"Totes. You need to make this slut answer you. You're the boss right?"

"Right, I'm the boss ain't I." She looked to Buffy, "Grind that ass against that stud to try and get him going again. Now answer my question B. And be fully completely honest. I give you 20 grand, you get a fake ass. But what else?"

As Buffy walked over to where the man she'd just blown was leaning against the wall, she grimaced slightly. Not able to resist. As she turned her thong clad ass to the man and began rubbing it against him she answered. "My lips, maybe my boobs. But nothing like these huge fake balloons." She said, smacking the undersides of said huge fake balloons. Making them bounce up near her chin. Which activated the collar's pleasure rewards. "For my lips, like what they gave Anya. My boobs, just enough so my butt didn't make me too pear shaped. A D-cup at most." Buffy threw out trying not to moan as the collar continued feeding her pleasant sensations. So much that she started to rub her clit through her thong.

Candi tittered at Buffy **** revelations. "I like totally knew there was a plastic bimbo-slut hiding inside you Buffy. Right Faith?"

"Yup." Faith agreed. "She's always been a Cali-princess type. They always end up under the knife at some point." Then leaned over conspiratorially to Candi, "If she hadn't been the, wait, A slayer she'd prolly be in college attaching herself to some trust-fund asshole to pay for the surgery. Provided daddy dearest didn't cough up for it."

"Definitely." Candi agreed. "Faith I'm like near positive this stud's shot his shots for the day. Buffy's had that hot ass of hers grinding against his cock for long enough to now that we should be seeing something. But nada." Candi commented shaking her head.

"Too bad." Faith lamented. Twirling a lock of blonde hair in her fingers. "I really wanted more time to teach B how much of slut she really is."

Candi immediately brightened. "No worries Faith. I've got a relief squad of studs lined up. Get Buffy to stop that grinding first." She then grabbed a PDA and sent messages off.

"Right." Faith agreed. "B, get over here next to the couch. Keep your motor revved by playing with your nips." Buffy complied. Trying, and failing, to not rub her thighs together as her enhanced nipples and the collar kept her aroused. As her thong became quite damp. And slight moans, and quiet grunts, escaping Buffy's mouth. As the spent stud left, Faith glanced at Buffy. "Fuck, that's hot! Keep it up B, you're doing great." Buffy only response a louder grunt. Candi then ordered the stud to return to the barracks. Passing a half dozen more as he exited.

"Here we are Faith. 6 fresh studs for us to play with." Candi gestured to the assembled line of men. All with perfectly muscles and large bulges in their tight shorts. "I was thinking you suck my boobs whilst 2 double team your other holes. Whilst Buffy gets air tight with 3 of her own. Proper slut behavior."

Counting on her hand Faith questioned. "That's 5 Candi, I'm pretty sure there's 6 dudes here."

"One's for me silly." Candi chided gently. "Just remember these tank grown studs don't have much independent though. You gots to be totes specific with how you order them around."

Faith nodding sagely. "'Kay, you pick yours first." After Candi did, Faith pointed. "You, you, you. Fuck this blonde slut next to the couch like the plastic bimbo she is, till she's a drooling mess." As they started towards Buffy, Faith turned to her. "B, fuck these 3 studs till they got nothing left in the tank. Be the slut I know you are."

Buffy squeaked weakly, unable to resist Faith's commands. Or her new programming, met the 3 studs in the middle of the room. Who then piled on her rubbing her nipples, fingers found there way into her cunt and ass. Buffy then got a big surprise as her asshole was now as overly sensitive as her lips and nipples. Causing a shudder to ripple through her. Rough kisses on her mouth, neck, back, then led to her thong being ripped off, and one of the studs tongue started on her cunt. The 4 of them collapsing in a heap on the carpet.