My hands reached to grab my tits as I got continually railed from behind, but
the man holding my arms prevented them from reaching their target. Pleasure
wracked my brain, wave after wave of sheer bliss that made the rest of the
world disappear. My legs turned to jello, and my pussy convulsed nonstop
around the cock buried deep inside.
This. This was the release I needed.
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I was working my job today as an IT tech, working on the wi-fi in a closet adjacent to the break room. Inside, I heard three women talking. I couldn't
see them, but I could hear their voices. I heard coffee machines whirring to
life and the smack of a refrigerator closing. They were chatting about their
weeks, when things got spicy.
"OK. Kill, fuck, marry." One said, thinking she was alone. "The doctor who
works in the next suite over, Jim from accounting, and, uhhhh, hmmm, Dave from IT."
They all erupted in laughter. My face flushed. They were talking about
me.
"Marlene, that's hilarious. Can I kill him three times?" Another said back.
"He literally looks like a goblin, and he always stares. He's made such weird comments! I even think..."
I didn't wait for them to finish the conversation. I stormed out of the
tech closet, and didn't stop until I was out of my building.
I sat in my car, the anger still stewing inside me. As someone who's 5'6 and
riddled with pockmarks from bad acne as a kid, it's not hard to see why I'm
not a hit with the ladies. I hated how girls would laugh at the fact that I
would even approach them.
The first time I felt tits and a pussy was on possession.com. I used my free
trial on my high school crush. I landed in her while she was in the mall.
Immediately, I felt the stares. I felt desire. I felt wanted. And, after
ducking into a changing room, I felt tits. Then I was pulled back.
I usually use the site once a week or so, just taking over some plain
looking girl from down the street so I can cheaply enjoy an orgasm. I don't
make a tonne of cash and the possessions are expensive. Once you're inside a
chick, as long as she's got a pussy it's all the same. But, if you wanna go
out and get fucked, you need a body that's really gonna turn heads.
As I drove home, I was fuming. I had been dealt a shit hand in life. Just
because of who I was, I was left out to dry. I felt embarrassment and hate
towards those women. But more than that, I felt jealousy. Sex was so easy
for them. Something I so desired but could never have was as simple as
firing up a tinder profile. I'd never get sex that easily. Wait. Maybe there
was a way I could.
I closed the door to my house and went to my room, sitting down at my desk,
in front of the computer. Immediately, I loaded possession.com.
I wanted a body that commanded the attraction of every person in the room.
One which got sex so easily it had to push guys (and girls) away
constantly.
There were a few that fit the bill. But one caught my attention. Celia
Nordgren. A 31 year old secretary from two towns over with some tits to die
for.
The best part? Her body had just been uploaded to the site. So, there was a
first time use discount. She was in budget. That explains why there weren't
any reviews.
I immediately booked 8 hours behind the wheel of those tits. Clicking the
button, I was instantly transported from my dingy room to the garden outside
her house.
The first thing I noticed was that my vision was full of boob. This body had
absolutely delivered.
Holding them up, I was so satisfied with their size. Much, much more than a
handful and delightfully squishy. So, I kept massaging them like stress balls
as I walked in what I could only assume was her house. Her body was tons of
fun too. Thick and curvy in all the right places, with a little pouch of a
stomach. The jiggle on this thing was insane, and every step echoed through
me, my tits, stomach and ass keeping time with the rhythm of my
movement.
I walked inside and dug through her top dresser drawer. Bingo! A veiny purple
dildo with a suction cup base. I slammed it on the tile floor of the living
room without a care in the world and hit it to watch it wiggle to and fro,
checking the suction. I hopped on, the delicious girth pushing and filling me
to perfection. I sucked on the areolas capping my perfect chest like gumdrops,
massaging and kneading my free tit to amplify the pleasure further.
Warmth and tingles radiated upward from the lips between my legs which grabbed
onto the dildo so tightly. It grew stronger, stronger, stronger, until -
eruption. My legs clapped together and shuddered, sending my whole body into a
quake. The dildo was still buried between me.
"Honey? You home yet?" I heard a man's voice echo.
I wasn't done. My body was still short circuiting. My legs kicked and I
fell off the dildo, laying on my side. My legs straightened and shook
involuntarily as my tits piled on top of one another in front of me.
"Celia? What's going on?" The man said. He must have been in a state of pure
shock to see his wife mid orgasm the second he walked through the door.
I sat up, aftershocks still vibrating through me. But this pussy was still
ravenous, still tingling and buzzing like it had been just before
cumming.
"Get over here and fuck me before I find someone else who will." I said,
breathless.
He didn't need to be asked twice. We immediately were on top of each other
like wild animals. We kissed, and he threw off his clothes as fast as he
could.
I threw my arms around his head, then tossed him onto the couch. "What's
gotten into you babe?"
I stuck my ass in his face. "You wanna fuck this? Then stop talking." I turned
around, facing away from him before lining up my opening with the dick. Even
grazing the lips felt amazing. I lowered myself down and plunged. "Ah." A gasp
left my lips as the pleasure came back.
I was greedy for my clit, digging inside my cunt to flick my fingers over it
as I bounced up and down. Every once in a while the husband's hands would come
up to grab my tits.
That electricity was back. About to take control, take over. Bolts of
lightning crossed from my pussy to my head and then out to my extremities. My
legs quivered, shook and I grabbed enormous handfuls of tit.
"THIS BODY'S ORGASMS ARE INSANE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as the
pleasure removed all reason from me.
I felt the dick twitch and burst inside me as I rode the pleasure wherever it
took me.
It kept racking me, while "my" husband pushed me off.
"Celia? Something's very wrong here. This isn't you."
"Uh huh." I said, lying down and staring off into space, my brain still
complete and utter mush.
"Wait. Could she be possessed?" The man said. "I heard about this happening
online, but never thought it was real."
He grabbed me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Celia? Please say
that's you and that this is an early anniversary gift."
My mind was slowly returning, even though my cunt was still howling out for
more.
"Sorry dude. Celia's under new management for now." I said.
"No. No no no. This can't be happening. Get out of her!" He said.
"I paid for 8 hours and I intend to use them." I said, standing up. White cum
dripped from inside my thighs. I turned walked over to the bedroom.
"What do you think you're doing?" He yelled.
"I'm getting dressed. Momma's pussy needs more action." I rifled through her
drawers, throwing tops and bras over my shoulder and onto the ground without a
care.
"You can't! I won't let you!" He said, in a panic."
"Listen bud." I turned to him, saying. "I had an awful day and I intend to get
my money's worth in here. So you get out of my way or I scream bloody murder
until the neighbors come. Try to explain away that one."
He sighed and buried his head in his hands. I continued to dress.
"Think of it this way. You just got some crazy sex, and you get your regular
wife back way less stressed out and bitchy in a few short hours." Not a bad
deal on your end.
By this point, I was mostly dressed up, looking like a slut. I went for a sexy housewife
look, wearing a tennis dress which barely fit my tits. I didn't bother with panties so I'd have easy access to the vagina I was wearing. "This is sure to get me some dick." I said, poking a boob.
I walked past the husband, stuffing tits in my top, grabbing the car keys and heading out, ignoring his
protests.
I zipped downtown to a dive bar I frequented as a man. The whole way, I had
my right tit out and was kneading it like a ball of dough. Just massaging them was
working me up into a frenzy. Wasn't sure if that was my male mind having easy
access to some knockers or normal for this seriously responsive bod. The whole situation was revving me up again, and I smelled the delicious musk of pussy as my cunt leaked onto the leather seat below me. As I threw the car in park and got up, I saw lip-prints left on the seat where my grool had pooled beneath me.
Walking in, I took a seat at the bar. The bar was pretty slow given that the workday had just ended.
"What will it be miss?" He asked, eyes pointed straight down. "Bud heavy." I
said. He tilted his head in disbelief, that high voice ordering such a
traditionally male drink. "Actually, make that an appletini. I got tits now so
I better drink like it."
Hordes of men were staring 'til one had the balls to approach. He was a
college age guy, dressed stylishly with curly hair.
"Hey how are you?" He asked. "What's your name?"
"It's Celia" I responded, smiling.
We talked for a few minutes. I honestly don't remember much about the
discourse, I was just eyeing him up and down hoping his dick would last long
enough for me to cum.
"Come with me." I cut him off mid sentence. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him
into the handicap restroom.
He stared at me, eyes as wide as dinner plates. I traced my finger up and down
my cleavage before going in for a kiss, pressing him up against the wall. I
stepped back to fish each tit out of the shirt.
I reached down to grab his dick, and after two rubs up and down he muttered
and stumbled.
"Did you just fucking cum?" I asked.
"Yeah." He said back. "It's been awhile, and you're like my dream girl."
I smiled at the compliment, mainly because she was my dream girl too. "You
think a 20 minute ride back to mine is enough for that dick to recharge?" I
asked.
"Absolutely."
We hopped in the car. The whole ride back, I was working my tits. At
stoplights, I'd even get a hand down on my clit. At one point, I had to pull
over and put the hazards on while I orgasmed.
The boy stared at me intently. "You might like your tits more than I do!" He
said.
"I probably do." I replied.
Walking in the door, the husband was pacing back and forth. "Who are you
with?" He asked.
"You're married?" The boy asked.
"Not technically." I responded. "Listen hubby, go in your room and shut the
door before I make a facebook post about how short your dick is."
I looked back at the boy. "Now where were we." We were back on top of each
other like before.
He put a hand on my shoulders, trying to push me down to suck his dick.
"Ew, I'm not fucking gay." I said. "Just for that, you get down there and eat
MY pussy."
He didn't need to be asked twice. He stuffed his head in between my lips, his
tongue landing on my clit. He lapped in strokes, each one sending blasts of
pleasure to my head. My hands were free to work my tits, and I did so,
honestly just marvelling at how tits this perfect could even exist. I slapped
them around, plucked at the nipples, and even brought them to my mouth and
latched on. I found some lube on the nightstand next to me, and I squirted it
all over the luscious orbs. I half laughed, half moaned as the tits slid in
and out of my grip.
The pleasure was pushing, but plateauing. His technique was solid, but not
amazing. I needed to be filled if I was going to get over the edge.
I stood up, pushing him onto his back. I took position over the dick, and
plunged down onto it before the pleasure had a chance to fade. I bounced up
and down, the pussy getting so, so, so close to cumming but not quite getting
there. I forcefully jumped up and down on his dick, the pleasure going haywire
but still not releasing. My tits shook like an earthquake was hitting them as
I chased the pleasure with all the might this body could muster.
"FUCKING CUM ALREADY!" I howled at the top of my lungs. I gripped my tits
tight until they blazed with pain.
The pain quickly transformed into pleasure, the boost I needed. I was over the
edge. My pussy began to pulse, grasp at the cock inside of it as the pulses
spread further and further out over me. I roared out, throwing my head back as
the pleasure brought me to an ethereal plane. The boy's cock twitched and
burst, my show of pure lust being too much for him to hold back.
I still shuddered and shook, even as he asked how he was. My buoyant tits
vibrated as my body did, my thick thighs quivering as the muscles beneath the
cellulite went haywire.
I couldn't get enough of these orgasms. My pussy, somehow, STILL was crying
out for more.
"Good job man, that orgasm was electric." I said to him. "Get that dick back
inside me."
I looked down. To my disappointment, it was soft.
"Are you serious?" I said.
I just walked away and started getting dressed. "Can I get your number? Will I
ever see you again?" He asked.
"No, you can't. And by the way, if you ever see me again I'll probably act
like I don't know you and this never happened. So don't say anything."
I hefted my tits, heading back out to the bar.
I repeated this process three more times, heading to different bars and
bringing different guys home.
By the end of the day, my pussy was sore and ached so good. My tits had red
marks where I or the men had gripped them too hard. I sat back on the couch, just basking in the radiance of this body while I still had it under my control
The husband came back in. "Celia?"
"Not yet. Still got 3 minutes. Wanna fuck again? I could definitely use some pleasure for the road." I said.
"Fuck you, pervert." The husband replied. "I've got her loaded up on my laptop on possession.com. Here's the deal. Soon as you leave, I'm getting in to clean up your mess. I need to take a Plan B pill and her checked for STDs. And, I'm getting her a breast reduction. She's been talking about it for years. All the way down to A-cups."
"Why would you do that? I asked, getting angry. "These tits are perfect."
"Yeah, they are pretty nice. But they get her too much attention from pervs like you. Don't try taking her over again or you'll waste your money."
I stood up, yelling. "I don't care what you or she thinks. I need this body to have these tits or I won't be able to get fucked while I'm in here! You don't understand. This body, this site, it's my release, my way at getting back at the world for having been dealt such a shit hand in life."
"Ever consider people treat you like shit because you act like shit? Bye buddy. See ya never." The husband said.
"Don't you dare touch these...
...tits!" I finished in my own voice.
I frantically tried to log back in, but it said "Body in use."
Fuck.
