Brian's Story - Chapter 13 - Catcalls and Construction Workers

By Tobyredone

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This is the thirteenth story in my tale of body hopping. My name is Brian. I would strongly suggest you read the first part of my tale, or this story may not make sense until you are up to speed.

I woke up to a gentle shaking on my shoulder. “Hey ah… Missy… or Brian… I guess… I’ve got to head out for work.” I heard Mark say.

“Oh. What time is it?” I asked as I pried my eyelids open to look at Mark.

“Early. Life of a construction worker. I have shovels to lean against, and they aren’t going to wait for me.” He said with a smile.

“You wanna again before you head out?” I asked as I pulled the sheets down and squeezed my tits together for him.

He laughed and said, “You just can’t get enough, can you?”

“I get really horny in a woman’s body. And to be honest, you have the biggest dick I have ridden yet.” I replied.

“Well, unfortunately last night’s performance was mostly weeks of pent up frustration and enhancement pills. I don’t have another round in the chamber yet. Maybe a nooner.” He laughed, and then turned to walk out of the bedroom.

It was then I noticed he was fully dressed. He had gotten up and ready for work in the dark without waking me at all. I blinked a few times before looking over at the clock, seeing how early it was and falling back asleep.

The next thing I knew Missy’s alarm clock was beeping at me. I reached over to shut it off, and got up to start my day. Or should I say the day of Missy Meyer.

I slid my feminine form out of bed and headed for the shower. I started the water and adjusted the temperature. As I stepped in I sighed. The warm water felt great. I had just a bit of a headache and figured it was from the beer that I had downed last night that Missy’s body was not used to.

I began to wash my long hair and body with Missy’s normal soaps and when done shut off the water. I reached up for her long soft towel and wrapped it around myself before grabbing one for her long hair. I dried it the best I could before pulling out her blow drier and working on her hair with it. As it dried I ran her brush through it and eventually I was done. Not feeling real fancy today I just pulled it back into a pony tail that sat low on her head.

I walked out of the bathroom to find some clothes for today. I dug through the panty drawer to find one of the small pink thongs I had bought yesterday. I pulled it out and up my long legs until it was covering my well used pussy and the rear was snugly in place between my ass cheeks.

I then dug out a matching pink push up bra and worked my way into it. It made the most out of my small breasts. I then dug around in the drawers until I pulled out my new tiny black mini skirt and decided today would be a great day to wear it. I pulled it up my legs and over my thighs until it was just barely covering my waist, ass and crotch. I pulled out a small white short sleeved dress shirt and put it on over the top of my bra. As I buttoned up the shirt I noticed you could make out the pink bra underneath quite easily. I found a pair of black pumps with a 4 inch heel and put them on.

With dressing taken care of I teetered back into the bathroom on my heels to put on just a touch of make up. I applied a very light coat of pink lipstick, and then did up my lashes with some mascara. I felt that was enough, and kept the makeup very light.

I grabbed my purse and headed downstairs. I felt a bit run down and as I walked into the kitchen I saw why. Mark had left a pot of coffee out, and while normally I was not a big coffee drinker, Missy’s memories told me she needed a few cups before she could even function in the morning.

I poured myself a large travel mug full of the stuff and headed out to my car. I popped open the door, sat down, tossed my purse over to the passenger’s seat and drank some of the warm brown liquid before swinging my legs in and closing the door, and starting my morning commute. I never had a car with heated seats before, but after driving Missy’s car I was definitely getting spoiled very quickly.

I parked in her usual spot and headed in to the office. I pulled the badge out of my purse to show the security guard on my in the doors and saw his reaction to my outfit. I smiled at him as I walked by.

After riding the elevators to the floor where Missy worked I stepped off and headed towards Valerie’s cubicle. Along the way I would walk past various employees that worked under Missy, and while I could see them looking at the odd attire I had dressed her body in, they all busied themselves as there boss walked by and tried not to look me in the eye.

As I rounded the hallway corner I could see Leslie in front of Valerie’s cubicle opening. I walked up quickly and tired to copy the tone I heard Missy use yesterday to her employees.

“Leslie, are you done with the cost analysis for the Stranos project yet?” I asked her.

She turned quickly to look at me. I was still around the corner, so Valerie could not quite see me yet. “Um, almost. I can have it on your desk by noon, if you need it that early.” Leslie stammered.

“Is Valerie helping you with it? Because otherwise I don’t see how you being here is helping that analysis get on my desk by noon.” I told her sternly.

“You’re right Mrs. Meyer. I was just letting Valerie know that the RDE report format may change, but I’m sure she will find out for herself soon enough,” and with that she turned and practically ran back to her cubicle.

I stepped around the corner and into Valerie’s cubicle and leaned back against her desk before saying quietly, “I can’t believe much everyone is afraid of Missy.”

Valerie looked up at my face, then back down at what I was wearing, and back up at my face.

“Wow Brian, subtle,” she said quietly with a smile, “I would have had to ask if it was you after how you chased Leslie away, but now that I see how you dressed, I can tell easily.”

“Do you like it? It’s new. So are these.” And with that I pulled up the front of the mini skirt I was wearing to show her my tiny pink thong.

“Ok, that’s more then I ever wanted to see of my boss, thank you.” Valerie replied as she held up a hand over her eyes.

I put the mini skirt back into place, and then said in a loud voice so that others would hear, “Well Alright then Valerie. Good Work. Make sure you keep it up.”

I then spun around on my heels and walked out of her cubicle and down to my office where my assistant was typing at her computer. I walked by her and into my office and sat down at my desk, and turned on the power to the computer. Jessica walked in a few moments later and looked at me hesitantly.

“Good morning. Is something on your mind?” I asked as I looked up at her.

“Um, you had an appointment yesterday with the Todd from globaltech that I couldn’t reschedule for today. The earliest I could get was Tuesday next week, and he sounded a bit grumpy about being rescheduled at the last minute. You had two appointments this morning, but the one with Rich from sales is cancelled. He head is assistant call yesterday afternoon and he didn’t sound happy. The other meeting is with Wendel Corp on the far side of the city for ten thirty at there office. Other than that, your day is pretty open.” Jessica said as she went through “my” to-do list.

“Thank you Jessica, that will be all for now.” I told her and she excused herself.

I looked around a bit before turning back to the computer. I logged on using Missy’s username and password. I checked through her e-mail real quick. There was one from Rich about our activities yesterday and my odd behavior and how displeased he was. I left that one in her inbox so that Missy could read it after I was done with her body. There were a few other e-mails that were simple answers, so using her past experience as a guide I just did what I thought she would do. I then wrote a letter to the head of HR about Valerie praising her for her hard work on the RDE reports, and recommended her for a raise.

I then heard a small knock on my door. It was Valerie. I motioned for her to come in, and she stepped into my office and closed the door.

“Brian, everyone’s talking about Mrs. Meyer’s wardrobe today. It’s hilarious.” She said as she sat down across the desk from me.

“Oh I’d imagine there will be more gossip coming up for Missy.” I replied.

“How was your night? Any juicy details for me?” She asked.

“I stopped off at the mall to pick up some lingerie, which I have to do in you soon by the way, and picked up some outfits. I wore them for her husband Mark last night. I spiked his beer with some Viagra, and so he didn’t have much of a choice but to perform. He has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. It was amazing. He did guess that I wasn’t his wife, but seems to have no issues with me bombing around in his wife’s body, although I suppose there isn’t really much he can do about it. We smoked some cigars, and then went back at it until we broke there bed.” I told her plainly.

“You broke her bed?!” Valerie said to me unbelievingly.

“You want to stop by after work and see it?” I asked her.

“Um, no thank you. Speaking of after work, what are your plans?” she asked.

“Oh, I think I’ll meet back up with you tonight at your place. I’m not quite done with Missy here, but I’m not going to do another sleep over. Unless you wanted to do something else?” I said.

“No, that works for me. I’ll see you at home then.” She got up to leave.

I stood up quickly and walked around the desk to face Valerie as she prepared to leave. I wrapped her boss’s arms around her small waist and pulled her to me. She looked me in the eyes before I leaned in for a kiss. I could tell she didn’t really know what to do. She knew it was me, but the fact that it was me in her boss’s body must have been difficult. Half way through the kiss she must have gotten over her initial hesitation because I felt her hands rub across my breasts over my shirt and bra.

We kissed a few more times while I got my chest fondled and in return I reached down to slap her on the backside lightly. Eventually we broke away from one another and she opened the door and headed out of my office and back to work.

I looked over at the clock and realized it was about time to head out for Missy’s meeting at Wendel Corp. I walked back to my desk, shut off the computer, and grabbed my purse just as Jessica walked into my office to remind me about my meeting. I nodded to her and then headed out to my car.

I drove across town to the meeting, parking in front of the small building, and headed in the front doors. As I walked up to the front desk the girl sitting there gave me a long look. I noticed and put a bit more wiggle in my hips.

“Can I help you?” she asked with a bit of attitude in her voice.

“I’m here for the 10:30 meeting. I’m Missy Meyers.” I replied.

“I’ll let Mr. Bresh know you are here. Please take a seat.” She told me and pointed to some chairs in the entrance area.

I headed over and sat down in a chair. I purposely let my legs stray open a bit as I sat there, and could see an occasionally office person walking by do a double take at me sitting there. The receptionist cocked an eyebrow at me, but I just smiled and waved at her, and she in response rolled her eyes and went back to whatever she was doing.

Mr. Bresh, who I knew from Missy’s memories soon came around the corner with a few folders in one hand. He walked towards me with purpose until he looked up from the folders and saw what I was wearing, sitting in a chair with my legs spread a bit, my pink thong on display for everyone to see.

“Mrs. Meyers, good to see so much of you.” He stammered out, “I mean, see you so often.” He tried to correct himself.

“It’s good to see you again as well. You can call me Missy.” I said as I stood up and walked towards him.

He offered me his hand to shake, and I walked past it and wrapped my arms around him, putting one hand on his back and the other a little lower. He backed away from the hug quickly and said, “Follow me please.”

We walked through a few hallways until we got to his office and he tossed the folders down on the large conference table which was positioned in front of what I guessed was his desk.

“Now, Mrs. Meyers,” He started.

“Missy” I corrected him.

“Eh, Missy, like I told you last time, we would love to do business with you, but you want our diodes are a price that we just can’t get down to. If you want a cheaper model that doesn’t quite have the same response time, we can look at dropping the price.” He told me as he pulled out a chair on the opposite side of the conference table as me and sat down.

Instead of pulling out a chair and sitting down across from him, I went around the table and pulled out the chair next to his and sat down while leaning towards him.

“Well, at least you’re willing to deal Mr. Bresh.” I said.

“You can call me Herman, if you would like, Missy.” He replied.

“Herman, that’s a lovely name,” I said as I leaned closer to him.

“Thank you,” He said and pushed his square glasses up his nose a bit and leaned a bit away from me, not certain what to make of the situation.

“Well, I just know that my company likes your diodes the best,” I said as I reached down and started stroking his leg before continuing, “But we really need your best performance. You want to give me your best performance, don’t you Herman?”

“Y…Y…Yes.” He stuttered.

“Well, that’s just super Herman, because I want your best performance, and I think I deserve it. I mean, we can argue about price all night long, can’t we Herman? But that just doesn’t leave much time for anything else that we would want to do at night, does it Herman?” I asked.

“N…N…No.” He once again stuttered.

“Maybe we have something else you want. Something you can use,” I told him in his ear as I grabbed one of his hands and moved it to the inside of my thigh and continued, “Is there anything that you are interested in Hermie? I can call you Hermie can’t I?”

“Yes. I mean, Yes,” He gulped.

“Oh Hermie, that makes me so happy. I like it when you make me happy,” I started to stroke his inner thigh and watch his pants begin to bulge out, “I knew you wanted to make me happy. I knew you wanted this deal to work, even though there would be a bit of give and take from both of us. You know what I mean Hermie?”

“Yes…” He stuttered again.

I climbed onto his lap from my chair and pulled his face into my chest and ground a bit up and down with my crotch against his swelling khaki-covered member.

“We should sign now Hermie. Won’t you sign the papers so that we can have real fun, Hermie? Please. For me?” I asked.

“Uh… I need…” He started to say.

“Oh, I know Hermie, I need you too. So badly.” I replied, “But we have to take care of business before we take care of business.”

“I… I… Ok, where do I sign?” He finally relented.

I reached behind my back to the folders he had laid out on the desk and grabbed the contract off the top. I pulled it in front of me and covered my chest with it, then reached into Herman’s shirt pocket to pull out a pen and hand it to him.

“Just sign wherever you want Hermie. Use your big pen on my chest.” I told him.

That got him charged up. Before I knew what was going on he was shooting through the pages signing wherever he could find a spot for his name. After a few minutes he pulled the booklet of pages off my chest, and declared, “Done!”

“Oh Hermie, what do you want to do now? I didn’t have anything planned.” I cooed to him.

He reached for his belt buckle and started to undo his fastener. I in response got up off the chair, turned my back to Herman, and leaned forward over the conference table. I knew my short skirt was riding up a bit from our play time on the chair, and also knew that left my pink covered pussy on prime display. Herman wasted no time in standing up as well, and yanking both his underwear down then mine down as well.

I marveled at how easy it had been to get him to sign the contract for a much lower price than he wanted, but before I could think about it too long I was brought back to my current situation as Herman brought his dick up to my pussy.

While I had been grinding up against him, and it had made me a bit wet, I wasn’t overly lubricated yet. However that didn’t matter much as Herman was no where near as big as Mark.

He began to push into me, but couldn’t keep a decent rhythm, and a lot sooner than I was ready for he let go inside me. I felt his dick pulse three times and felt his cum fill my belly.

He fell back into the chair, and I stood up and walked over to a box of tissues by his desk, the whole time with my panties at half mast. I cleaned myself up a bit and turned to look at him. He had a contented smile on his face.

“Yeah, how about that.” He said.

“Well, at least we got the diode price agreed on.” I replied.

He opened his eyes and looked over at me just in time to see me gingerly tugging my panties back up into place under my skirt. I looked up at him and shrugged, “Don’t worry. We can practice again when the contract needs to be reworked.”

With that I walked over to the table, grabbed the contract he had signed, along with my purse, and headed to the door.

As I grabbed the door knob I turned back to look at him sitting in the chair, still breathing a bit heavy with his pants half way down and said, “Don’t worry, I can show myself out. I remember the way.”

With that I was headed out. I smiled and waved at the receptionist, who just rolled her eyes at me again. I got outside to my car, tossed the contract and purse on the passenger side and sat down in the passenger seat.

As I closed the door and fired up Missy’s Mercedes, I realized I was still horny. Very horny. That little session with Herman had opened the flood gates and I wanted release. I thought briefly about just fingering myself right there in the parking lot, but then noticed it was very close to lunch time, and according to Missy’s memories Mark’s latest job was fairly close by.

I pulled out and headed that way, driving like a woman with a purpose. I needed to get fucked.

About ten minutes later I was pulling up to a construction site. I pulled my car off the road and into some dirt, and as I shut the car off and tried to get up and out of the car, I noticed why women prefer pavement while wearing four inch high heels. I also noticed the work outside the building had stopped as half a dozen men put down there tools and watched as I spread my legs to find stable footing before finally being able to stand up and out of my car.

I started to hear cat calls and whistles. I looked up and smiled at them, then carefully walked up to one guy that had more than a few missing teeth and asked him if he had seen Mark anywhere.

“Yah. He’s working inside today. Ya need sumtin from him?” He asked.

“Yeah, I need something from him alright. I’ll try not to wear him out to bad before I give him back to you guys.” I replied.

I once again started to make my way through the job site to the door carefully, holding my arms out for balance in my tall shoes. I heard cat calls and whistles behind me again as I picked my path. I got into the shell of the building and wandered around through half finished rooms for a while before I found Mark. He was doing something with a hammer drill and noise covered my approach as I walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He must not have noticed it at first, because he was concentrating on his work, so I tapped a second time.

This time he yelled out, “WHAT?” as he let go of the trigger on the drill and started to turn around.

When he saw me there, he looked me up and down, and said, “Missy? What the hell are you doing here?”

“I wanted to have lunch with my man.” I replied.

“Lunch?” He asked skeptically.

“Maybe more, if you’re feeling up to it,” I said as I patted his inner thigh.

“Yeah, ok. Let me finish up these couple anchor holes and I’ll be right with you. Meet you at my truck. It’s parked on the backside of the building.” He replied as he got right back to work.

I carefully walked my way out of the building through more debris and out a hole in the back of the building and looked at about twenty trucks with different names and paint jobs. I quickly dug into Missy’s sleeping mind and found out which truck was Mark’s and made my way over to it while trying to avoid the large piles of construction material.

A few minutes later Mark came strolling out of the side of the building and walked over to the truck. He opened the door for me and helped me climb into the passenger side. Before I could sit down, however, I had to brush off about a weeks worth of chip bags, Styrofoam coffee cups, and other miscellaneous pieces of garbage. Mark had walked around to the driver’s side and opened his door to climb in before I even had all the crap brushed off my seat.

“Oh, sorry about that. Normally Missy never comes to visit me at work, and after work when I’m cleaned up we always take her car.” He said as he sat down and started the truck.

“It’s fine. I’ve sat in worse. Just not in a thong.” I replied.

He smiled at my comment as he threw the truck roughly in reverse and began to back out of the makeshift dirt parking lot and out onto the street. He then looked over at me as he shifted the truck into drive and said, “Where to?”

“A hotel.” I said with a smile.

“Whoa, calm down there girlie. There is no way I’m going to be able to keep up with you on an empty stomach. Let’s fill up first. Where do you want to eat at?” He asked again.

“Um, let’s see. There is a hooters about ten minutes from us. There was a waitress there that was my second hop,” I said with a bit of a gleam in my eye before continuing, “Isn’t the Boom Boom Room serving lunch now? I haven’t eaten there. I could try that. Or there is a great steak place on thirty-Sixth Street up ahead if you’re not into scantily clad women serving you food.” I replied back.

“Eh, never much for hooters unless I’m watching a game and drinking beer. There food just isn’t that great. I’ve never been to the Boom Boom Room either, I didn’t know they had food there. If you’re talking about Antonio’s for steak on thirty-sixth, it doesn’t open until three, but they do have great steaks.” He replied.

“Let’s try the Boom Boom Room then.” I replied.

Mark nodded and off we were to a strip club that just started serving lunch. It was about fifteen minutes before we were walking through the front door of the Boom Boom Room. After the bouncer opened the door for us we walked in and sat down at one of the round tables off to the side of the main stage. There was already an impressive number of men sitting around the stage with money in there hands or in front of them, and two girls up on stage shaking whatever they had to get the money away from the men.

It wasn’t long before a young woman wearing nothing but a black G string and black high heels came to take our order. Mark wanted a large steak, and I told our waitress to being me a smaller portion of what he had ordered, cooked the same way. It turned out Mark and I even liked our steaks done the same way. I watched Mark stare at the waitress’s ass as she walked away until he caught me looking at him.

“Ah, sorry,” He said, slightly embarrassed.

“Oh don’t worry about it; you don’t have to apologize to me. In fact, if you want you can pick out one you like, and I can wear her for our lunch date if you want. We just have to make sure that Missy here gets back to her car.” I replied.

“Oh no. I’ve got a sex crazed wife in a mini skirt. I can screw some stripper anytime. My wife craving my dick like chocolate is something special to me.” He said as he moved a hand over to my inner thigh and slid it up until he was feeling around on my pink thong.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned and slid a bit lower in my seat while spreading my legs just a tad more to allow him more access.

I looked around at the dancers and the waitresses and other patrons as my mount’s husband began to work his fingers under my panties and tease my pussy lips. I could feel myself responding as my equipment began to salivate. Mark kept up the playing until he noticed my breathing was starting to come in shorter pants. He then decided to work his fingers inside my little cunt and started slowly pull them inside and out of me. He also took the time to finger my clit just a little bit, and with the stimulation and build up he had been doing so far, it sent me right over the edge. I felt the orgasm first in my toes and it built up and washed over my entire body right up to the tips of my hair. I sagged down in the chair and my legs went limp which Mark took to mean he had done his job well.

My eyes were closed from the orgasm and I left them closed for a bit as I felt the warmth of the after orgasm slowly subsiding until I heard a girl’s voice ask, “Is she ok?”

I heard Mark reply, “Oh she’s fine. Thank you for the drinks, we’re both good.”

My eyes shot back open to see the waitress who had returned with our drinks eyeing me up. She must have known what happened but didn’t want to say anything else. I felt my face flush a bit as I pulled my legs back together and sat with my back ram rod straight in my chair.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was on her way over?” I said in a quiet voice as I leaned over to Mark and whispered in his ear.

He began laughing and then said, “You know you even blush a bit like her. It takes a lot more to make you blush, though, like publicly getting off, but it looks the same.”

I shook my head slowly at him in disbelief and took a sip of my soda.

For the next hour and a half we watched naked girls dance, occasionally putting money out for them at our little table, and drank a bit of soda and ate our steaks. Mark even took a few folded bills and put them in my thong one time as I got up to go to the little girl’s room. I kept them tucked in there for later, even after I was done in the bathroom.

Finally he looked at me and said, “Well, it’s about time. I should be getting back. It’s been a blast.”

“What? No! Come on! You promised me some fucking!” I said to him loud enough that the people around turned to look at us.

In a hushed tone he said to me, “Calm down, Missy. You already got off once today.”

“And I want to get off again. Are you going to help me, or do I have to find someone else to help?” I replied back in an equally hushed tone.

“I have to get back to work. I can screw you as long as you want tonight.” He replied.

“I was going to head out in the early evening and get back to my girlfriend. Please Mark? I’ll make it worth your while. You can do it to me anyway you want. Any hole. Promise.” I said with a bit of a pout.

“God you even pout just like her. How did you know that always works? I suppose, you have all her memories. Fine. Let’s go back to the house.” He replied as he stood up.

I jumped out of my seat and excitedly began clapping, once again getting much attention from the rest of the club.

We left the club, stopped quickly back at the building site so Mark could let his boss know that he had an emergency, but his boss knew what was going on. I drove my car back to the house and Mark showed up a few minutes behind me.

He chased me up the stairs with an amazing amount of vigor and finally caught up to me at the edge of the door way. He easily picked up my small frame and tossed me over his shoulder so I was looking down his back, and kicking my legs by his face. He swatted me hard on my exposed ass cheek and said, “Stop kicking, damn it.”

He then tossed me down on the large bed and yanked my shoes off, throwing them over his shoulders. He then rolled my skirt up my hips a ways until he found the waistband of my panties. He started to tug on them and I lifted my tiny backside a bit so that they would pull of more easily. The money he had stuffed in there earlier fell out as he did so.

“Hiding cash from me?” He said in a mock-scolding turn.

“In the last place you’d look.” I replied, equally as playfully.

With that comment he slapped me roughly on the outside of my ass cheek, which got him a high pitched yelp out of me. He stood up just long enough to undo his pants and yank them down around his feet before grabbing my calves and pulling my ass to the edge of the bed. He then spread my legs as wide as he could with out causing me large amounts of pain, and jammed his already hard, huge cock into me. I wrapped my legs around his torso and hooked them together behind his back. He began to really slam into me and I could not only feel his ball sack slapping my ass cheeks, but hear it as well. I started to see stars as he filled me up to the brim, and I was starting to wonder if this was what bull riding felt like. I clawed at the bed underneath me as I came and called out Mark’s name, but he showed no sign of stopping. I heard noises and grunts, but began to loose my awareness as I concentrated on the dick slamming into my cunt. I wasn’t certain if the earth was shaking under me, or if that was just Mark muscling the entire bed around. I came again to his rough love making and still he kept going. I stopped grasping at the blankets underneath me just long enough to grab at Mark’s chest. I dug my nails into him to the point where I think I may have hurt him, but he just kept pounding away at me. I was well on the way to my third orgasm before I felt him thrust twice quickly, give out a guttural groan, and then felt him blow his load inside me. As I felt that, it sent me tumbling me over the edge of another orgasm and I came once more as he suddenly collapsed on top of me.

“Get off me Mark, you’re crushing me. I can’t breathe!” I said as I tried to push him off me using my tiny feminine arms.

He rolled over off of me and said to the ceiling as he panted, “Sorry, It was just the best sex. Best I’ve ever had. Ever. Fucking amazing.”

I looked over at him and suddenly noticed we were lying at an angle.

“What the fuck?” I asked suddenly.

“You didn’t notice? We broke two of the legs of the bed just now. How did you not hear them snapping?” He asked.

“We did a number to this poor bed.” I said out loud.

“Yeah, Missy is going to be pissed.” He said while again staring up at the ceiling.

“Just tell her you know about the blackmail pictures she keeps on the computer with the office guys she screws around with on them. That should get you a pretty decent bargaining chip.” I said also to the ceiling.

He didn’t say anything back, so I laid there quietly for a bit. Finally he got up and headed for the shower. I didn’t feel like getting my hair wet again, so I skipped taking one as well.

Instead I rolled my skirt back down and went down to the kitchen to get something to drink. Mark showed up about ten minutes later wearing just a towel. I smiled at him and asked, “Ready for another go?”

“You are insatiable.” He said.

“mm hm.” I replied back and started to lean a bit over the countertop, showing him that I had not bothered to replace the panties, and my pussy was still sopping wet with our juices.

He walked past me into the kitchen and grabbed something out of the refrigerator. I was about to stand back up and see what he had gotten when he placed one of his large hands on my upper back and pressed me forward over the counter. I next felt something pressing up against my vagina lips. He didn’t bother with any foreplay or teasing motions, and just started to push it into me. I tried to spread my legs as wide as I could while still keeping my toes on the ground. After a few strokes I noticed the chill on whatever he had shoved inside me. It was getting uncomfortable, but I wanted the stimulation it was providing enough that I didn’t say anything. It felt wide and had small lumps on it, and definitely made an excellent dildo, that was for sure.

I set my head gently down on the countertop and began to rotate my hips as Mark fucked me with whatever was in his hand. I was panting again before I knew it. He began to thrust with one hand and stroke my thighs with his other hand. I came hard, and screamed out for more, so he kept going and I kept screaming more.

Eventually I asked him to stop, and he let go of whatever was inside of me, but left it inserted in my wet little love box. I reached around behind me to gently extract it, and once I pulled it out I brought it up to my face and saw a large green cucumber covered in my pussy juices.

“I never knew why Missy liked cucumbers so much, I guess now I do.” Mark said from behind me with a low harsh laugh.

I reached up and pulled off my shirt, and then reached behind me to unclasp my bra. I pushed my shoulders forward and shook my upper body until my breasts freed themselves from there confines and the bra fell forward to the floor. Then it was my turn. I walked over to the fridge, opened the door and leaned in. I could feel my nipples stand out instantly from the cold air as I grabbed what I was looking for. I shut the door and turned towards Mark, who was staring at me intently wondering what I was up too.

I pulled the cap off the chocolate squeeze bottle, tipped it upside down, and began to cover my exposed tits in a thick coating of dark, sweet goodness. When I was done I held my arms apart, and looked at Mark invitingly.

He came over, got down on his knees, which put his face at the perfect height, and began to lick, suck, and nibble my breasts. I could not get enough of the sensations so as he started to get close to finishing one breast and went to the other, I recoated the first.

Eventually he grabbed my waist, and lowered me slowly to the floor, and then grabbed the chocolate bottle out of my hand and began to squeeze the syrupy mixture out all over my body. He traced it past my stomach, over my inner thighs, and down one leg. He then made a large show off licking and teasing me everywhere, and just when I couldn’t take it anymore he pulled off his towel to show me he had recovered his appetite for sex.

Being screwed on the tile floor was not the most comfortable experience, but Mark put his hands under my head and upper back to make it somewhat better, and as soon as he had his mammoth penis all the way inside of me again, I began to feel the floor less and less.

We spent the rest of the afternoon on the floor, with him feeding me small bits of sweet things, and licking me, and screwing me until I noticed the sun was starting to set. I gently pushed him off me and was about to stand up when he asked what I was doing.

“I have to get going. I told my girlfriend I’d be back home tonight.” I replied.

“Are you heading over there with Missy?” He asked.

“Well, unless you have some clothes and want to call me a cab.” I replied.

“I have some extra clothes if you think they’ll fit, and I can drop you off, if you want. I don’t mean to sound weird or anything, but I’d kind of like to know the guy that was running around in my wife.” He said.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I said as I slowly stood up.

Mark could hear the uncertainty in my voice and said, “Hey no worries man, I had a blast these past couple days.”

With that I nodded and walked upstairs to the bedroom. He grabbed some jeans and a tee shirt and held them out for me before grabbing some clothes for himself. I took the clothes he handed to me and tossed them on the badly damaged bed and then laid down on it. I concentrated on leaving Missy’s body and soon felt myself begin to flow out of her. As I reformed myself at the foot of their bed I looked down at Missy’s body. Her hair was a messy, and her body was still covered in places with chocolate and her thighs were still shiny with a combination of Mark and Missy’s juices.

I quickly pulled on the jeans which were a little large, but usable, and then pulled the tee shirt on. As I turned around I saw Mark staring at me openly.

“That was something else.” He commented.

“Yeah, I’m still getting use to it, to be honest.” I replied.

“Come on, I’ll give you a lift.” He said, and without another word we headed for his truck.

Once we were driving he had a few more questions for me and I didn’t mind the small talk.

“So, how long will she be out? She won’t remember anything?” He asked me.

“I’d guess she’ll be out for a few hours. Maybe the rest of the night because it’s late. That much sex takes a lot out of a girl. She won’t remember anything.” I assured him.

“You didn’t get her fired or anything, did you?” he asked.

“I don’t think so… I even got a guy to sign a contract for her in the company’s favor. It’s amazing what a mini skirt and a push up bra can accomplish.” I told him, “But the HR people may have a discussion with her about her work attire.” I finished with a smile.

“And the sex is that much better in her?” He asked blatantly.

“Well, good sex is good sex Mark, but for every time you came I usually came twice, sometimes three times. Plus, you can’t get off with a vegetable. And it’s just a different feeling. As a guy, you kind of feel it go off, that’s it, you know what I mean, but as a woman, you feel this huge build up. Every thrust makes its own wave of pleasure until you just feel like your entire body is ready to explode. And then you get little after shocks of the orgasm as you come down. Plus, if your lucky, the guy is still pounding away at you, and you get brought right back up. Or you are going at it with a chick, and the two of you just suck and fuck all night long.” I said with a smile.

“Sounds like a good time.” He said.

“It doesn’t suck.” I replied.

About then we got to the front of Valerie’s apartment building, and Mark pulled up next to the front door. As I was about to get out I saw him extend his hand out to me. I took it and he gave me a monster hand shake that squeezed my fingers to the point of hurting.

“It’s been a hell of a fun couple of days. Here’s my card with my cell number,” He said as he handed me a card with his other hand, “Just let me know if you ever want to do it again sometime.”

I took the card and nodded as I got out of the truck. Mark pulled off and I headed up to the front door and pressed the call button to Valerie’s apartment number to let her know I was outside. A few moments later the door buzzed and I quickly grabbed it and pulled it open.

I took the stairs up to her apartment and turned the door knob. She had unlocked it for me. As I stepped in through the door I noticed a familiar odor. It was the sent of sex. More specifically it was the sent of Valerie’s sex. The musk was thick in her entrance way. I walked in two more steps and looked to the couch.

She was sitting there completely naked with three fingers shoved greedily into her pussy. She turned to look at me, and instead of seeing her pretty face, I saw Burt looking back at me.

“Hey buddy. I wanted to check out your little ride here. I didn’t get a chance last weekend, and now that I’ve sampled a bit I have to say that you know how to pick your women.” He said as he continued to finger Valerie’s pussy.

“Burt. This is a surprise.” I said to him as I closed the door and headed over to sit next to him on the couch.

“Yeah, well, you know how much I like to hop around. You know, not really have any roots tying me down.” He said as he pulled his fingers out of his pussy began to pat my groin gently.

When I didn’t try and stop him he sat up, turned and threw a leg over my lap, and sat down so he was facing me while rubbing Valerie’s wet sex against my jeans and her exposed breasts against my chest. He used her familiar hands to reach around my neck and run her fingers through my hair.

“Brian, I have to talk to you about something.” He said to me.

“What’s up Burt?” I asked.

“Why would you let Valerie know that both you and I are body hoppers? That’s not good Brian.” He replied.