Built for B.B.C

“Ouch! Baby… fuuck it's too big!” Elizabeth cried out.

“Come on honey, just a little bit more! Your ass feels sooo good on my cock!”

David rubbed his hands over his fiancee's ass. Admiring her nice firm booty with his cock inside it. It was their third attempt at anal now, with some progress… she'd gone from taking small toys, to the tip of his cock, to four out of his eight inches.

“You're too big for me baby!” Elizabeth said. “I know how bad you want to fuck my ass, but I'm just not built for it.”

David suppressed his disappointment and took his cock out of her asshole. Taking a moment to admire the gape he left her with, wishing his cum was dripping out of it.

In just a few short months, they would be married. He loved her, he didn't have cold feet at all, but…

“Should… should I finish you up with my hands?” Elizabeth asked. He could tell she felt bad about this. About not being able to take more. She wanted to make him happy and she did! But..

“No, it's fine honey. And it's getting late, we should get some sleep anyway.”

He loved her, loved so much about her, but… but he wished she was sluttier. Just a little bit more would be good, that would be enough for him. In his dreams though, she was a full blown cock whore. As hungry for his cock as he was for her tight holes. Someone who only wanted him, and could never get enough.

He wanted to pull her long black hair, slap her pale white ass, grope her perky 36C tits and feel her body tremble. He wanted to slap her ass red, leave her covered in cum, have her beg and scream for more! They made love, and it was passionate, sensual, but he was getting tired of ‘making love’.

He wanted to Fuck.

But more than that, he wanted her to want it.

Lying next to her on his phone. Waiting for her to fall into a deeper sleep so he could jerk off to those fantasies, David found his answer.

The Beautiful Brides Camp.

It was named innocently enough, but it seemed like just what he wanted. A program that guaranteed, through a mix of hypnosis and experimental drugs, to turn your wife-to-be into a cock craving slut! 

People whispered about it online, told rumors about the place. They knew somebody, who knew somebody, who'd sent his wife to be there. How a once shy woman started dressing more and more like a slut. Had a certain, insatiable look in her eyes now.

David spent the next few days learning everything he could about the program. It didn't seem real at first, just a fantasy someone put effort into making. But the deeper he dove, the harder he looked for stories from people who'd been there, the more real it became.

He left messages. Asked anywhere and anyone he could. They all stonewalled him, refused to give up any more information than they already had.

He was about to give up, to let this dream go and resign himself to having a mediocre sex life with an otherwise stunning lady.

But then, that little red notification popped up. Letting him know that, finally, somebody had messaged him. That he might finally get what he wanted.

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“This is the place?” Elisabeth asked as David parked on the side of the road.

“Yeah… I know it doesn't look great, but trust me! It's a top of the line facility!”

David tried to reassure her as best as he could, but even he was beginning to doubt this place. Most of the buildings in this part of town were worn down or abandoned. Just driving around here had all eyes on them. Everyone watching the nice white couple with their fancy car and knowing they didn't belong here.

But he figured it did make some sense. This place ran on complete secrecy, his ‘sponsor’ made sure David knew the consequences of leaking any information. So hiding it here, in the ghetto where nobody would want to poke around, he got it. He was a strong guy, fit and visibly toned. Strong enough to keep both of them safe here.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Elisabeth stared at one of the black guys loitering across the street.

The guy was shirtless, his muscled dark body glistening with sweat. He leaned back against a wall and started rubbing his cock through the baggy tracksuit pants he wore. The thick outline of his cock visible even from this distance. He was eye-fucking her, and she was too shocked to turn away. Such a casually vulgar display wasn't something she was used to seeing.

The more he rubbed, the bigger it got. Was he 7? 8? Maybe even 9 inches? Well, it didn't matter. David knew that size wasn't everything. He was eight inches, above average with a respectable girth, and Elizabeth struggled with him sometimes. He couldn't imagine her enjoying anyone bigger than he was, though this pervert on the street clearly wanted to try.

“Let's get inside and look around before deciding anything.” David got out of the car and stared the gawker down. Taking Elizabeth by the hand and walking her down the street. The man kept watching them from across the road, but didn't try anything. David's presence enough to ward off unwanted attention.

The message David received told him where to find the ‘Beautiful Brides Camp.’. They asked for pictures of his Wife-to-be and he readily sent them. Each program was custom, tailor made for the girl, with a ‘sponsor’ who would take charge of her development and make sure David was updated on her progress.

His sponsor, Marcus, had explained it all to him. Elizabeth would stay at the facility for a month, only coming home on the weekends. For this month she'd be living in luxury, treated like a queen, but during this time they'd change her. Lower her sexual inhibitions, make her more open to new experiences and most importantly, make her a slut for his cock.

Nothing would be against her consent, they assured him. But the hypnosis and treatments would let her enter a state where she could overcome blocks in her mind and be who she truly wanted to be. Not brainwashing, but brain ‘realignment’. That helped him stomach lying to her, but a large part of him still felt guilty about it.

This is the right thing to do. David reassured himself. This is something that will make both of us happier.

At the back of the abandoned building, past dust covered tables and rusting chairs, he found the spot. Shining elevator doors that looked out of place with the decrepit state of everything else here.

“Baby can we go?” Elisabeth twisted her hair with her fingers. Nervously looking around the room. “I can't stop feeling like this is a bad idea.”

“Trust me, okay?” David said. “I did a lot of research about this place. In a month they can take 10 years of aging out of you, and get you fitting into any dress.”

It felt especially bad to be playing on her insecurities like this, but he had to tell her something. In truth her skin was as youthful as ever, and her body was a petite bombshell. Witch luscious curves in just the right places. Her ass especially was divine to him, just watching it sway as she walked up stairs got him hard.

He couldn't wait to pound it as hard as he wanted. To spread open her tight holes with his big cock and hear her beg for more. Listen to her needy cries as a thick cock slides in and out of her wet sloppy holes. He craved it. Needed it. That need pushing him further and further down this path

David pressed and held the down button. Counting down seven seconds before releasing it.

“Do you have an appointment?” The high-pitched voice crackled out from a hidden speaker.

“Uhh.. yes! Elizabeth. Here for a one month stay.”

The doors opened automatically, revealing the shining white interior of the elevator. There were no buttons for floors inside, but the second we were both inside the doors closed and it began descending.

There was no turning back now.