Vegas Changes: Arabian Delight Chapter 1 Part 2

“What are you hesitant about, Layla? Are you worried about cheating on your husband if you suck my cock? Haven’t you heard the saying that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? When you are in Vegas, throw away your common rules. A lady of Vegas shouldn’t be worried about cheating. Anyway, sucking my cock doesn’t mean you are cheating on your husband, as long as you aren’t being fucked in your cunt, you aren’t cheating on your husband.”

His words sounded like a word of enlightenment in Layla’s ears. The cloud of doubt in her mind dispelled. Yes, sucking Mr. Fred cock didn’t mean I cheated on my husband.

Layla put a smile on her face and looked upward toward Mr. Fred’s face while her one hand started playing with his ball. “No, I’m just amazed with how big is your cock.”

“Which is bigger, mine or your husband?”

“You are bigger, Mr. Fred.”

“Oh, call me Master. When we are alone, you will call me Master.”

Bzz…Bzz...

“Yes, Master.” Answered Layla. She didn’t think that calling Fred as Master felt wrong. His name was Freddy Master anyway. Calling him Master was just her giving him the respect the man deserved.

“Suck my cock now, slut.”

Layla opened her mouth and tried to take his cock into her mouth. Her tongue danced around his shaft. I am not a slut. The only man I have sex with is my husband. Her head bobbed back and forth. I am grateful for him teaching me to be a vegas woman, but I need to correct him to not call me a slut after I sucked his cock.

“I never know that a raghead like you have a superb cocksucking skill. Jamil is lucky to marry a slut like you.”

Layla paused. She glared at him. The insult was more than what she could tolerate.

Bzz…Bzz

The Arab woman resumed sucking his cock.

“Do you hate it when I called you raghead?”

Layla paused again for a moment then resumed sucking his cock like it was nothing.

“Oh, do you love it? Does it turn you on being insulted as raghead slut by me?”

Layla bobbed her head even faster, showing that she liked it when he insulted her with demeaning slur.

Layla could feel his cock throbbed inside her mouth. Master was about to cum.

“Stop sucking, I want to cum on your veil.”

With a pop, his cock was freed from her mouth. Master then positioned his cock above her veil and then shot his cum down her veil. Some of his cum dripped down to her face.

“How do you like my white cum on your black veil, Raghead?”

Bzz…Bzz

“Thank you for bleaching my hijab with your cum, Master.” Layla answered with a smile on her face. A response that Fred wanted her to have.

“I think I want to see you look a little sluttier now,” Fred commented.

“I can change my clothes for you, Master. There are some bold ones that I only keep for my husband.”

“No need. Just stay there, about your clothes, leave it to me. I doubt what you have will suit what I have in mind.”

_Bzz..Bzz..Crackle…_It no longer just a buzzing sound that she heard. But also, crackle like thing breaking apart.

The Arab MILF suddenly felt a breeze hit her skin. She looked down and she couldn’t hide her puzzlement. Instead of her loose garb. She was dressed in a skimpy sheer night gown, underneath the night gown was a bikini top with star-spangled motifs. Her panties were a pearl thong that vanished on her pussy lip. She was still wearing her black veil, now with an extra face mask that ‘hid’ the lower half of her face. But instead of the usual solid color face mask. It was as sheer as her nightgown, so people could still see some silhouette of what underneath the mask. Her legs were clad in shiny black nylon stockings. Her entire appearance was both luxurious and slutty at the same time.

“Finally, you now have the look of an upper-class decadence lady of Vegas. When the maid comes tomorrow, they will also bring spare clothes in this style for you. From now on, you will only wear something that looks luxurious but also looks slutty at the same time. An upper-class lady of Vegas should look promiscuous but also still have a touch of money,” the man instructed.

“How do you do it? I don’t have this kind of clothes, why do I suddenly change into this one? I don’t remember donning this on. You…you are doing something to me!” Layla was unable to comprehend what just happened with her clothing.

“Ah, you notice it, but it’s expected. Changing something tangible like clothes leaves too much trace than changing your mind. Let me explain before I make you think this as nothing big you need to worry about. This remote-like phone had the ability to tweak and adjust somebody’s look and response. You just need to tune them to the ‘level’ you want. At 0, you will return to normal and unchanged.”

Layla heard the buzzing and crackle again. Moments later, the nightgown had transformed back into her loose abaya dress.

“And for example, at 10 in ‘High-class escort’. It will result in this.”

Layla’s clothes changed again. She was now wearing a black fur coat. Her body was clad in a golden fishnet bodysuit. Her hijab was gone, and her hair finally for the world to see. Her makeup was sensual.

“At 10, you truly look like a high-class hooker for the rich. This thing can’t only make you look like a hooker, it can also make you look like a goth punk, pathetic nerd, hypersexual bimbo, satanic cultish, and many others, not only in appearance, but also in mindset. It can also swap objects like when I changed the mineral water into a whisky. Sounds pretty godlike right? You now know why I don’t believe in religion but believe in higher power because I have this godlike power in my hand, but I am not a god. Anyway, I don’t want to make you a common slut, that isn’t what I want from you. I want you to be something unique and exclusive to me, hence I take it slow. To achieve my goal, you need to go through a lot of tweaking and adjustment. Now, let's return you to the ‘Exotic Vegas MILF’ template I made solely for you.”

Once more, her clothing changed into the luxuriously slutty nightgown set.

“You are crazy, my husband will not let you go!”

Bzz…Bzz…

“I can erase what I said from your memory, but where's the fun? At 10 on Masochist Thrall mindset, you will find that under my control turns you on greatly and you love to be changed more. You want to be changed further by me. So, how do you feel, Layla?”

“Amazing. Thank you for changing me, Master. My cunt is so wet. Please change me more, no, not only me, change my daughters too.” Layla said excitedly. When she begged for her Master to change her daughter, she felt a pain in her heart, her mind telling her to take back the words, to protect her daughters. But then the pain became a pleasure, and the little voice that told her to protect her daughter was replaced with a wicked voice that whispered a plan to trap her daughter so they could be put under Master’s control.

“Well, leave your daughter to me, Uncle Fred will be a good uncle for them. I will take care of your family, but you are still my main project.”

“Thank you, Master. Will you change me further?”

“Yes, but not for now. As I said, you are my special project that needs a lot of care, just changing you without seeing how you behave will go against this objective. I want you to go to Jeff’s party tonight. Make your debut as an upper class lady of Vegas. When you are there, don’t introduce yourself as Layla Hadid, but use the name Lilith. Don’t tell Jeff that you are my bitch so you don’t get any special treatment. Remember, that aside from pussy fucking, it isn’t cheating on your husband.”

“Yes, Master. Lilith will not disappoint you.”

TO BE CONTINUED.

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