You craft her into your punk fuckpet

A couple weeks have passed.

You don't spend every waking minute fucking Maria. Both of you still go to work during the day (though you have plans to end that), and Maria has been racking up excellent sales numbers, especially with male customers getting their girlfriends gifts. You've re-arranged her markings to keep them hidden, but her transformation - first into a supermodel, then gradually into a tattooed, punk nothing like her former demure aesthetic hasn't gone unnoticed by her coworkers. They joke that she's going to leave them for hot topic, behind her back they mention strip clubs and worse.

You go to pick her up one Friday, she's wrapping up with a customer, a man clearly riveted by her looks. Her wavy hair is in a sidecut now, her makeup heavy around her eyes, but light elsewhere (she doesn't need much), and the edges of tattoos poke up around her collar. Multiple piercings stud her ear, an elaborate variety of studs and rings. She even got a nose ring and an eyebrow stud. She strokes the man's arm as she puts another overpriced bra in his hands. He nods dumbly.

She looks at you and gives a wicked smile. She sends the customer on his way with probably quite a bit more than he meant to buy, and an unsatisfied boner. She walks out to meet you.

"I've been thinking of you all day, sir," she says.

You embrace her and kiss her on the lips (HYPER-SENSITIVE, STIMULATES ASSHOLE) she moans and leans into you as she feels the sensations of ass-to-mouth through your steamy kiss. You finally break off the kiss and head to your usual destination, a rarely-frequented unisex bathroom. On the way you give her jean-clad ass cheek (SPANKING STIMULATES THROAT CLIT - yeah you gave her one of those too).

She starts to pull you more eagerly to the bathroom.

Inside she throws herself on her knees and starts pulling your hard cock (12 INCHES, PORNSTAR CUMSHOTS) out of your pants. With an act of self-control she pauses and looks up at you.

"May I suck you off, sir?" she asks.

A few seconds leaving her hanging and she starts to get antsy. You are too, frankly, your cock dripping precum already. She puts on her most sultry, seductive voice.

"May I cram your big, fat cock down my tight little throat?" she asks.

"Yes, pet." you say. The entertainment of holding out on her quickly outweighed by your desire to use her.

She slams you down her throat and starts to bob up and down and your last few inches, your cock so deep it's amazing she can breath at all. On top of the **** fetish you'd given her the first day, her new throat clit and enhanced lips put her into such a world of over-stimulation that she makes a muffled squealing you know would be streams if her mouth weren't full of your colossal meat. A couple times in as many minutes you feel spasms around your cockhead, and hear her muffled cries escalate. Her throatgasms.

You quickly approach orgasm. As you do she pulls back to enjoy your DELICIOUS JIZZ, pouring into her mouth in a torrent. She shows you her overflowing mouthful, moaning, then swallows what she can. She lets stray trickles run down her cheeks.

Wasting no time she turns and starts to tug down her jeans, showing the Rear entrance, VIPs and staff only tattoo there. You stop her.

"Today, pet, can be the day we finally open you back up," you say.

Her eyes widen in surprise and excitement before you go on,

"But you need to prove you deserve it first."