2025-09-25, 08:01 PM
Prologue
The boxy matte black craft, with odd asymmetrical angles and no visible markings, lights or openings, slowly descended into the deserted lot behind the large windowless building. At that hour, there was no one around to see the vehicle arrive. Not that they would have seen much. The exterior was coated with a material that fooled the eye, making the craft almost invisible even to someone standing right next to it. It settled to the floor on three massive landing struts with little more than a soft thump.
A dim light near a door leading deeper into the building flashed on and a woman dressed in a white smock stepped from the shadows and waited. A few moments later, a ramp descended underneath the craft. A strange looking three legged, three armed creature with dark brown leathery skin scurried to the ground and walked to the one waiting in the light, its eyes atop three foot long stalks scanning in all directions.
“Is all ready?” the three eyed creature said after handing the other a small device that translated its chittering to an understandable language.
“Yes, the engineers are done and returned to the waiting ship.”
“Then we have ten orbits of this globe around its star to conduct the experiment. Take me to the conversion chamber so I can transfer to an ugly looking body like yours.”
“This way,” the other motioned opening a door into the building, stopping to wait for a moment as the three legged creature made some entries on what looked like a tablet computer.
The strange looking craft silently rose and disappeared into he night sky. The three legged creature followed the other into the building.
Part 1
“Hey, buddy, why so glum?” Greg asked as he dropped into a chair across the table from his friend, Nick.
Nick looked up, threw back the rest of his drink and waved at Jeanie to bring another for each of them. They were regulars so Jeanie didn't need to ask what they wanted.
“Oh same shit, different day,” Nick grumbled, giving Jeanie a weak smile as she put the drinks down in front of them. “The project I'm working on at the office sucks...and my tight ass wife doesn't.”
“Damn, that's a bitch,” Greg sympathized before taking a deep swallow of his drink, “for both.”
For a few moments they sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Jeanie came wandering by, taking a moment to chat with them since she had a lull in demands for service. Greg gave her a bright smile, noticing she had one more button undone on her blouse than the day before, further hinting at her bare tits. He liked the way she worked without a bra, her dark brown areola and eraser sized nipples visibly pressing against her top.
“How are you two lushes doing this fine evening?” she laughed, deliberately leaning forward to wipe the table with a cloth she pulled from a pocket so that her grapefruit sized tits swayed with every movement of her arm.
“Can't complain...,” Greg started to say.
“...Because no one gives a shit,” Jeanie finished, winking at him as she straightened up, “and if you need a little relaxation, I have a break in ten minutes. I'll be in the office with nothing to keep my little hands and big mouth busy for about a half hour if you feel the need for some...er...companionship.”
“Naw I got a steady girlfriend waiting at home always ready to wear me out,” Greg laughed handing her his empty glass, “but I'll have one more before I gotta go.”
“Lucky bastard,” Nick mumbled, watching Jeanie's ass cheeks sway as she walked away without being able to make out a panty line. “I'm half tempted to see if she's serious or just fucking with us sometimes with that offer.”
They finished their drinks, left the usual generous tip for Jeanie and headed to the parking lot. Greg got in his car first, started it up and steadied himself for the twenty minute ride home, knowing full well he would fail a sobriety test if he was stopped.
“Hi, honey, I'm in the kitchen,” Greg heard Sadie call out sweetly as he entered his apartment, his head just a tad bit clearer.
He loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes as he walked that way, wondering what, not if, she had any surprises for him that night. Since she moved in about six months before, she kept him completely off balance most of the time, sweet and cuddly at times, demanding and domineering at others. Not that it mattered, he loved it all, even when she went full bore domme on him. She regularly brought some other woman home and made him sit and watch them suck and finger each other until they were totally spent while not allowing him to so much as touch his throbbing, dripping cock until the other one left. Then, depending on how satiated she was, she allowed him to fuck her or jerk off for her viewing pleasure.
Greg felt his dick twitch when he entered the kitchen. Sadie was clearly in a soft and sexy mood, wearing nothing but powder blue boyshort panties, already spotted with a drop or two of her juices, pulled up tightly into her pussy slit and ass crack as she prepared a salad. Her half inch nipples were fully erect on her perky tits, the silver rings through them glistening in the bright kitchen light. The short silver chain dangling from the hood of her clit visibly pressed against the sheer fabric of her panties.
Sadie looked up as he entered, her crooked smile brightening as she hurried over to throw her arms around his neck and ram her tongue into his mouth. He hungrily sucked in her tongue with his hands brushing down her back to cup her full round ass cheeks as she ground her pussy against his stiffening dick.
“I'm so glad you're finally home,” she whispered huskily in his ear between passionate kisses, “I'm so fucking horny...and the more...I masturbated...this afternoon...the more I wanted...I needed...a cock...your cock...in me...in my pussy...and my mouth...and even my ass...just so I could feel...your warm cum...filling me...again...and again.”
Then she dropped to her knees, frantically pulling at his zipper as he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall to the floor around his ankles. Sadie took his rigid cock in both hands, rubbing it across her face and licking the head through the stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs. She looked up at him with her most devilish grin, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down over his knees with one quick motion. His cock popped out, the head bouncing off her cheek before she licked the head emerging from his foreskin then rising to bend over the kitchen counter and spread her legs.
“Fuck me...right now...hard...and fast...and deep,” she gasped, pulling him toward her and trying to guide his throbbing dick into her dripping pussy hole, “please...please...fuck me...fuck me...now.”
He ripped her panties down to her knees and pushed her ass cheeks apart with both hands then dragged the head of his dick up and down in her warm wet pussy slit a couple of times as she continued begging him to fuck her. With one hard thrust forward, his thick six and a half inch cock slid as deep as he could go into her incredibly wet and stretched cunt until his balls slapped against her ass.
Greg started slamming into her faster and faster, giving her the rough hard fucking she apparently wanted and needed so badly that night. When he pressed his thumb of his left hand into her tight asshole and spanked her right ass cheek as hard as he could, she let out a shriek, her pussy juices flooding out of her cunt to coat his balls and dribble down the inside of her thighs. He swatted her a half dozen more times, reddening both of her ass cheeks, as she screeched two quick climaxes in a row before his cum exploded into the deepest recesses of her tight cunt.
“If I may ask, what got into you tonight?” he said, sitting next to her on the sofa with their dinner and wine glasses on the coffee table in front of them. “I'm not complaining mind you, but would love to know how to get you in that mood more often.”
Neither bothered to dress to eat dinner, intimating to Greg she had some additional play ideas in mind for later. In consequence, his cock remained half hard the entire time trying to guess what that might be. At six feet two inches, he towered over her barely five foot tall body but she was almost always in control. When he glanced over at her, he could see a small trickle of his cum and her pussy juices oozing from her slit to soak into the couch cushion.
“The oddest thing happened to me today,” she began, taking a sip of wine and smiling at him, “pretty exciting actually.”
“What, meet some super slutty new girl to torture me by fucking in front of me or find a special deal on some two headed vibrators?” he laughed, ducking away from her playful punch aimed at his shoulder.
“No, silly, I'm being serious,” she pouted unconvincingly, “besides, it was more awesome than either of those things but both are good ideas I'll happily do sometime too.”
“OK, OK,” he grinned, sitting back and pulling her close with his arm around her shoulder, lightly swirling his fingers around the ring in her right nipple, knowing full well she could cum with just the nipple rings properly fondled, “so tell me what was so exciting you are even hornier and more insatiable than usual.”
Sadie nestled in against his chest, nonchalantly wrapping her fingers of one hand around the base of his half hard cock while unthinkingly dropping her other on her prominent, smoothly shaved pussy mound. As she told her story, Greg's cock slowly stiffened in her hand, getting hard enough Sadie smeared one droplet of precum after another over the head of his dick without stopping talking....
….I was making my way to some half ass job interview like I try to do once or twice a week, when I took a wrong turn or two. I found myself in an older rundown commercial warehouse area before I realized my mistake.
Pulling up to a windowless building with a discreet sign in front that said Fantasy Factory_, I went inside to get directions, figuring in my way of thinking that I would be comfortable in a place with such a name. After passing through two sets of heavy glass doors, I approached a receptionist desk manned by a woman so stunningly attractive I felt my pussy twitch._
While the other woman was as baffled by the address I was seeking as I was myself, she did have a beguiling smile. When I asked what it was this company did, the woman smiled even brighter and sat back to explain the business to me.
“It's kind of like virtual reality, except without the gear on your head and such, all run by a super computer that takes up most of the building. It is just so realistic,” she told me excitedly, her nipples starting to poke out of her sweater. “Anything you touch or touches you feels as real as the sensation of my hand on yours. If you would like, I know they aren't real busy right now so I can probably get you a free thirty minute introductory demonstration.”
I gulped, feeling a few droplets of my pussy juices soaking through my panties just looking at the woman, imaging my face buried between her tits or thighs. I readily agreed to the demonstration, forgetting all about the job interview I was casually blowing off. The receptionist, whose name I forgot after the demonstration began, led me through a door behind her desk, down a short hall and into a small room furnished with just a comfortable recliner, a large flat screen TV on the wall and a portable clothes rack with a few hangers.
“You'll be asked your name and a few questions about your interests first from the TV. You don't have to do anything until one of the avatars addresses you.” she told me before leaning closer and whispering conspiratorially. “Trust me, the experience is way, way better when you're naked but that's not required.”
With that, she left me in the room. Not being shy, I stripped off, hung up my clothes and sat on the chair. A few moments later, the TV came on with an older woman, with streaks of gray hair, wearing a white doctor's smock, smiling down at me.
“Good morning. My name is Barbara and I am Director of Operations here. I assure you there's no reason for any concern on your part. Our immersive experience is totally harmless and nothing physical will happen to your body, although it may feel like it at times. So please get comfortable in the chair, answer a few simple questions and you can get started. When that happens, two hologram avatars will appear before you, one of which will lead you through the rest of your experience.”
The following questions were simple enough, my name and age, job status, hobbies, education, sexual preference and interests and such. I finished in a few minutes, wondering if it was a good idea to tell them right off I was a bisexual woman who liked rough and taboo play. Then suddenly a good looking man wearing jeans and a t-shirt, standing next to an identically dressed blonde with a perfectly proportioned body, appeared in front of me.”
“I am Ms. A,” the woman said to me, the look of her body becoming more solid by the second, “and this is Mr. Z. We are the generic avatars to get you started. Please chose which of us you care to be your guide and what, if any, ways you want us to change our appearance.”
“I'll keep Mr. Z,” I said and the female avatar instantly disappeared.
“Do you want to change the way you address me and I respond to you?” the avatar asked.
“Yeah,” I said to it, “I'll call you Leon. I'm Sadie.”
“So be it, I will only answer to Leon from now on, Sadie. Would you care to change my appearance in any way.”
“Oh yeah,” I gasped getting into the spirit of what was happening, “make your skin black, like the guy in the movie... Black Panther_.”_
Leon's skin tone and hair changed.
“And get naked.”
The boxy matte black craft, with odd asymmetrical angles and no visible markings, lights or openings, slowly descended into the deserted lot behind the large windowless building. At that hour, there was no one around to see the vehicle arrive. Not that they would have seen much. The exterior was coated with a material that fooled the eye, making the craft almost invisible even to someone standing right next to it. It settled to the floor on three massive landing struts with little more than a soft thump.
A dim light near a door leading deeper into the building flashed on and a woman dressed in a white smock stepped from the shadows and waited. A few moments later, a ramp descended underneath the craft. A strange looking three legged, three armed creature with dark brown leathery skin scurried to the ground and walked to the one waiting in the light, its eyes atop three foot long stalks scanning in all directions.
“Is all ready?” the three eyed creature said after handing the other a small device that translated its chittering to an understandable language.
“Yes, the engineers are done and returned to the waiting ship.”
“Then we have ten orbits of this globe around its star to conduct the experiment. Take me to the conversion chamber so I can transfer to an ugly looking body like yours.”
“This way,” the other motioned opening a door into the building, stopping to wait for a moment as the three legged creature made some entries on what looked like a tablet computer.
The strange looking craft silently rose and disappeared into he night sky. The three legged creature followed the other into the building.
Part 1
“Hey, buddy, why so glum?” Greg asked as he dropped into a chair across the table from his friend, Nick.
Nick looked up, threw back the rest of his drink and waved at Jeanie to bring another for each of them. They were regulars so Jeanie didn't need to ask what they wanted.
“Oh same shit, different day,” Nick grumbled, giving Jeanie a weak smile as she put the drinks down in front of them. “The project I'm working on at the office sucks...and my tight ass wife doesn't.”
“Damn, that's a bitch,” Greg sympathized before taking a deep swallow of his drink, “for both.”
For a few moments they sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Jeanie came wandering by, taking a moment to chat with them since she had a lull in demands for service. Greg gave her a bright smile, noticing she had one more button undone on her blouse than the day before, further hinting at her bare tits. He liked the way she worked without a bra, her dark brown areola and eraser sized nipples visibly pressing against her top.
“How are you two lushes doing this fine evening?” she laughed, deliberately leaning forward to wipe the table with a cloth she pulled from a pocket so that her grapefruit sized tits swayed with every movement of her arm.
“Can't complain...,” Greg started to say.
“...Because no one gives a shit,” Jeanie finished, winking at him as she straightened up, “and if you need a little relaxation, I have a break in ten minutes. I'll be in the office with nothing to keep my little hands and big mouth busy for about a half hour if you feel the need for some...er...companionship.”
“Naw I got a steady girlfriend waiting at home always ready to wear me out,” Greg laughed handing her his empty glass, “but I'll have one more before I gotta go.”
“Lucky bastard,” Nick mumbled, watching Jeanie's ass cheeks sway as she walked away without being able to make out a panty line. “I'm half tempted to see if she's serious or just fucking with us sometimes with that offer.”
They finished their drinks, left the usual generous tip for Jeanie and headed to the parking lot. Greg got in his car first, started it up and steadied himself for the twenty minute ride home, knowing full well he would fail a sobriety test if he was stopped.
“Hi, honey, I'm in the kitchen,” Greg heard Sadie call out sweetly as he entered his apartment, his head just a tad bit clearer.
He loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes as he walked that way, wondering what, not if, she had any surprises for him that night. Since she moved in about six months before, she kept him completely off balance most of the time, sweet and cuddly at times, demanding and domineering at others. Not that it mattered, he loved it all, even when she went full bore domme on him. She regularly brought some other woman home and made him sit and watch them suck and finger each other until they were totally spent while not allowing him to so much as touch his throbbing, dripping cock until the other one left. Then, depending on how satiated she was, she allowed him to fuck her or jerk off for her viewing pleasure.
Greg felt his dick twitch when he entered the kitchen. Sadie was clearly in a soft and sexy mood, wearing nothing but powder blue boyshort panties, already spotted with a drop or two of her juices, pulled up tightly into her pussy slit and ass crack as she prepared a salad. Her half inch nipples were fully erect on her perky tits, the silver rings through them glistening in the bright kitchen light. The short silver chain dangling from the hood of her clit visibly pressed against the sheer fabric of her panties.
Sadie looked up as he entered, her crooked smile brightening as she hurried over to throw her arms around his neck and ram her tongue into his mouth. He hungrily sucked in her tongue with his hands brushing down her back to cup her full round ass cheeks as she ground her pussy against his stiffening dick.
“I'm so glad you're finally home,” she whispered huskily in his ear between passionate kisses, “I'm so fucking horny...and the more...I masturbated...this afternoon...the more I wanted...I needed...a cock...your cock...in me...in my pussy...and my mouth...and even my ass...just so I could feel...your warm cum...filling me...again...and again.”
Then she dropped to her knees, frantically pulling at his zipper as he unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall to the floor around his ankles. Sadie took his rigid cock in both hands, rubbing it across her face and licking the head through the stretchy fabric of his boxer briefs. She looked up at him with her most devilish grin, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down over his knees with one quick motion. His cock popped out, the head bouncing off her cheek before she licked the head emerging from his foreskin then rising to bend over the kitchen counter and spread her legs.
“Fuck me...right now...hard...and fast...and deep,” she gasped, pulling him toward her and trying to guide his throbbing dick into her dripping pussy hole, “please...please...fuck me...fuck me...now.”
He ripped her panties down to her knees and pushed her ass cheeks apart with both hands then dragged the head of his dick up and down in her warm wet pussy slit a couple of times as she continued begging him to fuck her. With one hard thrust forward, his thick six and a half inch cock slid as deep as he could go into her incredibly wet and stretched cunt until his balls slapped against her ass.
Greg started slamming into her faster and faster, giving her the rough hard fucking she apparently wanted and needed so badly that night. When he pressed his thumb of his left hand into her tight asshole and spanked her right ass cheek as hard as he could, she let out a shriek, her pussy juices flooding out of her cunt to coat his balls and dribble down the inside of her thighs. He swatted her a half dozen more times, reddening both of her ass cheeks, as she screeched two quick climaxes in a row before his cum exploded into the deepest recesses of her tight cunt.
“If I may ask, what got into you tonight?” he said, sitting next to her on the sofa with their dinner and wine glasses on the coffee table in front of them. “I'm not complaining mind you, but would love to know how to get you in that mood more often.”
Neither bothered to dress to eat dinner, intimating to Greg she had some additional play ideas in mind for later. In consequence, his cock remained half hard the entire time trying to guess what that might be. At six feet two inches, he towered over her barely five foot tall body but she was almost always in control. When he glanced over at her, he could see a small trickle of his cum and her pussy juices oozing from her slit to soak into the couch cushion.
“The oddest thing happened to me today,” she began, taking a sip of wine and smiling at him, “pretty exciting actually.”
“What, meet some super slutty new girl to torture me by fucking in front of me or find a special deal on some two headed vibrators?” he laughed, ducking away from her playful punch aimed at his shoulder.
“No, silly, I'm being serious,” she pouted unconvincingly, “besides, it was more awesome than either of those things but both are good ideas I'll happily do sometime too.”
“OK, OK,” he grinned, sitting back and pulling her close with his arm around her shoulder, lightly swirling his fingers around the ring in her right nipple, knowing full well she could cum with just the nipple rings properly fondled, “so tell me what was so exciting you are even hornier and more insatiable than usual.”
Sadie nestled in against his chest, nonchalantly wrapping her fingers of one hand around the base of his half hard cock while unthinkingly dropping her other on her prominent, smoothly shaved pussy mound. As she told her story, Greg's cock slowly stiffened in her hand, getting hard enough Sadie smeared one droplet of precum after another over the head of his dick without stopping talking....
….I was making my way to some half ass job interview like I try to do once or twice a week, when I took a wrong turn or two. I found myself in an older rundown commercial warehouse area before I realized my mistake.
Pulling up to a windowless building with a discreet sign in front that said Fantasy Factory_, I went inside to get directions, figuring in my way of thinking that I would be comfortable in a place with such a name. After passing through two sets of heavy glass doors, I approached a receptionist desk manned by a woman so stunningly attractive I felt my pussy twitch._
While the other woman was as baffled by the address I was seeking as I was myself, she did have a beguiling smile. When I asked what it was this company did, the woman smiled even brighter and sat back to explain the business to me.
“It's kind of like virtual reality, except without the gear on your head and such, all run by a super computer that takes up most of the building. It is just so realistic,” she told me excitedly, her nipples starting to poke out of her sweater. “Anything you touch or touches you feels as real as the sensation of my hand on yours. If you would like, I know they aren't real busy right now so I can probably get you a free thirty minute introductory demonstration.”
I gulped, feeling a few droplets of my pussy juices soaking through my panties just looking at the woman, imaging my face buried between her tits or thighs. I readily agreed to the demonstration, forgetting all about the job interview I was casually blowing off. The receptionist, whose name I forgot after the demonstration began, led me through a door behind her desk, down a short hall and into a small room furnished with just a comfortable recliner, a large flat screen TV on the wall and a portable clothes rack with a few hangers.
“You'll be asked your name and a few questions about your interests first from the TV. You don't have to do anything until one of the avatars addresses you.” she told me before leaning closer and whispering conspiratorially. “Trust me, the experience is way, way better when you're naked but that's not required.”
With that, she left me in the room. Not being shy, I stripped off, hung up my clothes and sat on the chair. A few moments later, the TV came on with an older woman, with streaks of gray hair, wearing a white doctor's smock, smiling down at me.
“Good morning. My name is Barbara and I am Director of Operations here. I assure you there's no reason for any concern on your part. Our immersive experience is totally harmless and nothing physical will happen to your body, although it may feel like it at times. So please get comfortable in the chair, answer a few simple questions and you can get started. When that happens, two hologram avatars will appear before you, one of which will lead you through the rest of your experience.”
The following questions were simple enough, my name and age, job status, hobbies, education, sexual preference and interests and such. I finished in a few minutes, wondering if it was a good idea to tell them right off I was a bisexual woman who liked rough and taboo play. Then suddenly a good looking man wearing jeans and a t-shirt, standing next to an identically dressed blonde with a perfectly proportioned body, appeared in front of me.”
“I am Ms. A,” the woman said to me, the look of her body becoming more solid by the second, “and this is Mr. Z. We are the generic avatars to get you started. Please chose which of us you care to be your guide and what, if any, ways you want us to change our appearance.”
“I'll keep Mr. Z,” I said and the female avatar instantly disappeared.
“Do you want to change the way you address me and I respond to you?” the avatar asked.
“Yeah,” I said to it, “I'll call you Leon. I'm Sadie.”
“So be it, I will only answer to Leon from now on, Sadie. Would you care to change my appearance in any way.”
“Oh yeah,” I gasped getting into the spirit of what was happening, “make your skin black, like the guy in the movie... Black Panther_.”_
Leon's skin tone and hair changed.
“And get naked.”