Enough teasing

After a few moments, Slutbunny blearily sat up, her eyes glazed over and arms shaking. "Wha...I, uh..." Unable to maintain the effort, she slumped back down. "Plrmf."

Taking a seat on her bed, you snorted amusedly. "Have a good time?"

She didn't even raise herself off the floor, just flopped onto her back and gazed over at you with something like awe. "I can't even, um. Talking."

You smirked, pleased with your handiwork so far, but watching her the whole way over here was making the blood flow to your brain a little sparse, and it was past time to get your own rocks off. "Cute, but let's see what we can do about that. Would you rather be fully recovered and energized, or just be physically unable to disobey me?"

Her eyes widened with alarm. "Recovered, plea - whoah!" She sat straight up, blinking rapidly. "That's crazy, it's like-"

You cut her off, waving your hand negatively. "Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that's crazy. I'm done screwing around, though, it's been way too hot. I'd rather start screwing you."

She grinned at you, her eyes sparkling with lust and mischief. "Anybody else, that'd be too corny a line. For you, though?"

She leaned over to all fours and started crawling your way, moaning as she stimulated her still-swollen pussy. She licked her lips and smiled up at you, putting a hand on your thigh. "Let's get to it...Sir."

You grunted as your cock twitched at the honorific. This was a new one for you: You not only had a woman who was willing to do pretty much whatever you wanted at your disposal, you also had the power to back it up if you wanted to. If there was a quicker turn-on out there, you didn't know what it was. You gestured to your zipper. "Well, then, Slutbunny? Get to it."

She slipped in between your legs without another word, reaching up to unzip your jeans. You slapped her hands away. "Just your mouth."

Her glance up at you was filled with heat, but she playfully pouted at you. "Oh, fine," she said, just a little bit of a bratty whine in her voice.

You arched an eyebrow and leaned into the moment. "You can do it because I tell you to, or because I make you. Either way, I'll get what I want."

She shuddered and seemed to think about it, but not for long before she folded her hands behind her back and moved to snag your fly with her teeth. You patted her head, and she wriggled appreciatively as she slowly tugged the zipper down. It took her a moment, but you let her work at it, and soon enough she was nuzzling at your cock. She kissed it a couple of times, but hesitated when she moved to lick it, seeming tentative.

You lifted her chin to look at her. "Something wrong?"

Her expression was oddly puzzled. "I'm not sure," she frowned. "I don't...really remember doing this much. I mean, I must have, I know I've always been a good little 'bunny, but..."

You blinked your way past the mental haze of having a girl so close to getting her mouth on your dick, and realized what must be happening. Slutbunny knew she'd sucked a lot of dick before, but you would bet solid money that Serena hadn't! She'd invented a new history for herself when you told her to remember new things, but you hadn't actually altered history (yet), she'd just made it all up.

You nod at her, still kneeling in front of you. "Right, okay, got it. Forget the things I told you to remember before, and remember your real memories."

She looked confused for a second, then shuddered and looked up at you with an expression that contained all sorts of emotions, but before she got a chance to get too wrapped up in it, you stopped her cold. "Would you rather actually have gone by Slutbunny since you were 18, or just have your personality change like you had?"

Her expression turned a little more panicked, and she made a couple of squeaking sounds. Her mouth opened, then she slapped her hands over it. You watched, interested, as she struggled - this was the first time anyone had been able to stop themselves for answering for more than a second or two. Maybe it was because she knew what was going on? Then, she finally said something: "Change how?"

Ooohhhh, interesting. Maybe she'd been able to resist picking because she didn't understand one of the options? Huh. Well, whatever. "Behave like someone slutty enough to get called Slutbunny all the time."

Immediately, she said, "Change my personality," and practically melted onto your cock, somehow looking both totally relieved and crazy horny. You groaned as she bobbed up and down, her tongue working expertly. Apparently the personality change had come with some extra skills, too. Nice. You leaned back and let her do her thing as she hummed contentedly. You might change her back later, but for now she wouldn't have to deal with the consequences of having acted like a huge slut the last few years and you got to reap the benefits of that lifestyle anyway - for now, everybody was winning.

After a few highly enthusiastic and enjoyable minutes, she lifted her mouth off you with a *pop*, her hand slowly running up and down your cock as she caught your eye. All her confusion was gone, replaced by a confidently sensual smile. "No complaints here, John, but I gotta say it does seem like a little bit of a waste to make me as horny as I am just for a blowie. What do you say we turn things up a notch?"