I saw her. I walked towards her. It didn’t matter if anyone saw me; I was wearing the ultimate camouflage, a young seventeen year old girl. I didn’t care about her; I had hopped her almost three hours ago for the sole purpose of finding the woman in front of me. The young girl didn’t appeal to me, just the fact that she had a car that I needed.
My walked carried with it the confidence of a person that knew they were going to get what they wanted. Of course I would get what I wanted. I always did. And right now I wanted Caroline. She had soft blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a smile. All features that would soon be mine.
“Excuse me, could I bother you for a moment?” I asked her.
“Um, do I know you?” She asked.
“No, not really.” I replied honestly.
“What do you want?” She asked.
“It’s sort of private.” I said to her as I shuffled my feet.
“What’s private?” She asked.
“It’s about your boyfriend, Ryan. I’d rather not say in front of all these people.” I told her.
She finally nodded and followed me as I headed towards the bathroom. I pushed open the door and smiled as I saw that no one else was in the small restroom. I wouldn’t be disturbed.
“What’s this all about, Miss?” She asked politely.
“I told you, Ryan.” I gave her an evil smile, and she was at least intelligent enough to start backing up, worried about my look.
“What…” She started to say, but never got a chance to finish.
I leapt forward to close the distance between the two of us. I grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her as she quickly held up her hands to protect herself. I tried to put as much of my skin in contact with her as possible and then it happened. I began to loose sense of the young girl. I heard Caroline call out weakly for help. It wouldn’t matter. Any help that would come for her would be too late.
My perspective changed. Suddenly I felt a dead weight leaning against me. I blinked a few times as I took over a new sense of balance. I looked down to see the young girl tangled around my waist. I unhooked her hands from around my back and let her fall to the floor like a limp life sized doll. I stepped over her to look in the mirror of the small bathroom.
There, staring back at me was my face. My real face. My dark brown eyes had the glimmer of excitement they normally had when I stole a body. And what a body it was. I looked it over. I now had the stunning figure of Miss Caroline Grey. I turned sideways to look at my thin mid section, and smiled as I saw my cute little ass.
So far the only problem I could see was that I would need a change of clothes. The soft light blue cotton blouse and the black work slacks along with some black flats were fine for the old Caroline, but the new Caroline would need to be a bit more… daring.
As I walked out of the bathroom and I decided I would head to the store first. I knew of the perfect place. Coincidentally, it was the place where all of this started…
Three months ago, I was taking a relaxing stroll in a hooker I had picked up to make some quick cash. I was planning on taking a trip, and wanted some play money. I had made nearly three grand with this skin in just a few days, but the marathon sex was taking its toll on my host’s body. I was just thinking about trading out when a woman caught my eye on the opposite side of the street. She would fit the bill perfectly.
I quickly crossed the road to catch up with the woman. My strides quickened as I walked after her. She must have sensed I was there, because she looked over her shoulder at me, and also increased her speed. I smiled and started to trot after her, my tits bouncing in the small barely decent dress I was wearing.
A smiling, running prostitute following the girl must have been too much for her as she started to run, and ducked into a side alley, trying to get away from me. I openly laughed as I saw her head for the alleyway. It was like she was trying to play into my hands. I quickly ran after her, and as I came around the corner, there she stood, with her fists up, looking like she might try and fight me.
“You better not try and hurt me, I know how to fight.” She said to me in a shaky voice.
“Silly girl, I don’t want to hurt you.” I replied with a smile.
The woman hesitantly lowered her fists, as I slowly approached with one arm out, palm up, like I wanted to shake her hand. She squinted at me, but held out her hand, as if accepting my peace offering. As soon as our hands touch, I started the process of mounting her.
The hooker’s body that I was currently in started to convulse as I leaked out of her hand, and into what would be my new home for a while. I felt the woman try and pull back, but it was too late. I was already flowing up her arm and into her body.
I felt her recoil back as the hooker’s body fell to the pavement like sacks of sand. My new target stumbled backwards until her back came to rest against a brick wall. She tried to wipe my gelatinous form off from her arm with her other hand, but that just gave me more skin to flow into.
“What’s going on? What’s happening to me?” She said to the empty air as I began to assume control of her body.
A few moments later, I answered for her using her own mouth, “Oh, I’m just borrowing your body for a while deary. Don’t worry, I’ll give it back. Of course, I don’t know what kind of condition it will be in.” and then I let out an evil chuckle as I felt up my new breasts.
I quickly took stock of my new body. I was wearing some tennis shoes, jeans, and a tight fitting woman’s tee shirt that showed off my ample cleavage. I then probed my new host’s mind for a moment.
My name was Ailish. I was on my way to a bar to meet up with some girlfriends. Well, Ailish, that’s not going to happen, I thought. I was apparently going there because of a recent break up with a boyfriend… hm… A well hung, and fairly well off boyfriend. Perhaps this could work to my advantage.
I stood up and walked over to the prostitute and grabbed her purse. I took out all of the cash I had made selling her body on the street, and then dropped the purse back on her unconscious body.
“Thanks for the ride sweetie, but I’m going to give this one a whirl now.” I said to the girl lying asleep on the concrete and confidently strolled out of the alleyway.
I needed a wardrobe change, and I new of the perfect little store not far from here.
I stood in front of the apartment door and knocked several times quite loudly. Finally the door opened, and there stood my ex boyfriend. Well, not my ex boyfriend, but my mount’s ex.
“Uh, Ailish. I didn’t expect to see you again? Did you forget something?” Ryan asked me as he looked me up and down.
“You could say that.” I replied, and gently pushed him out of the way as I walked into his apartment.
I knew he was checking out my ass, and I didn’t mind. I had dressed this way for attention. I had bought a dress at a local fetish shop. It was a tight CPVC dress that clung to my every curve like it was oil poured on my skin. The top was cut scandalously low, and the dress was far too short to be proper. I had also picked up a wonder bra, so my breasts were almost popping out of the dress, and gave me incredible cleavage.
I turned to look at Ryan, who was still drinking in my new dress with his eyes and said, “Why don’t you take a picture? It will last longer.”
That snapped him out of his silent view and he stuttered, “S… Sorry. It’s just that… Well, wow. Look at you…”
“Yeah, look at me. Want to see more of me?” I asked as I slipped one of the thin shoulder straps of my dress down my arm.
Ryan’s answer was a gulp. I smiled and dropped the other shoulder strap, and then began to wiggle out of my tight fitting dress. Ryan never took his eyes off me as he watched me shed my outer cover. I stood there wearing my bright red wonder bra, a pair of bright red four inch stiletto heels, crotch less fishnet stockings, and a matching pair of bright red CPVC panties, which were pulled up over the stockings for easy removal.
I struck a pose in my stolen body, and crooked my finger, inviting Ryan over to me. He was quickly on me, and I smiled as he started to caress and kiss my soft body. I could feel a wonderful heat start to develop in my pussy as I felt myself moisten in preparation for the sex to come.
I pulled Ryan towards the bedroom of his small apartment, using my mount’s memories to tell me where it was. Once inside, I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my shiny panties, and pulled them down to my knees. I shook my legs, and the tiny knickers dropped to the floor around my toes. I carefully stepped out of them, and then lay back on the bed, waiting for Ryan to come and get me.
As he struggled out of his pants, I brought my knees up to my sides, and using one manicured finger teased my plump pussy lips. Just moments later, Ryan was climbing onto the bed, and wasted no time in bringing his dick to the entrance of my pussy. He carefully inserted the head of his shaft into my sopping cunt. My eyes rolled back into my head as his dick spread my lips, and the sexual ecstasy worked its way up my back, down my legs and arms, through my fingers and toes, and even through my scalp. I spread my legs further, and wrapped them around Ryan, digging my heels into his back as if to spur him on like a horse.
He seemed to understand what I needed and started plunging his dick in and out of my pussy like a man on a mission. I dragged my nails across his back in fits of passion as he fucked me. I could feel my tits bouncing and swaying in my bra as I was pressed up and down on his bed.
I exclaimed, “Oh fuck my cunt hard Ryan! Fuck me!” and then bit down on my lower lip as I felt my orgasm approaching. I grasped Ryan’s ass with both hands and pulled his entire length into me as I squirmed on his rod. As my pussy lips clamped on his dick, I felt him release inside of me with a groan.
He then let himself go limp on top of me, and we lay there for a few moments, just panting and resting after our exertion. I felt his dick slowly shrinking inside of me, and a few times grasped at it with my pussy. This got a small chuckle out of Ryan as he leaned back on his elbows and said, “What’s gotten into you Ailish?”
At that I let out a low laugh, and replied to him, “Oh if you only knew.”
“What’s that suppose to mean? And why are you back? You said you never wanted to see me again, and the stormed out almost a week ago.” He asked me.
I reached up with one hand and ran my fingers through his hair and said, “Can’t a girl change her mind? It is a woman’s prerogative.”
“What’s going on with the outfit?” He asked me.
“Well, you see, I need some money. Don’t ask why, I’m not going to tell you. Help me out and you’ll get exactly what you want and have some fun doing it.” I told him as I again grasped at his cock which was still inside my slimy pussy.
He groaned again, and this time I pushed him off me. I quickly stood up, and grabbed my panties off the floor. I worked them up my legs and back into place before all of the cum could leak out of me and into my fishnet stockings. I looked over to see Ryan laying on the bed, and watching me with interest.
I tucked some of disheveled hair behind my ears as I shot him a smile. I then walked out of the bedroom and started getting my dress back on. Being tight fitting CPVC, it took some work. I was just zipping it up over my stomach and breasts when Ryan came walking out of the bedroom, slipping his legs into his pants.
“What’s the rush?” He asked me, “Where are you going?”
“I have some things to do, and I got what I wanted out of you until you’re ready to go again. Do you want to help me out with my money problems?” I asked.
“Yeah sure… but what,” he asked, but I quickly put a finger over his lips to shush him.
“Do you want me to pick up anything special while I’m out? For you?” I asked seductively.
“It looks as if you’ve already figured out how to dress like a man’s fantasy.” He replied.
“Ok, I’ll be back tomorrow. Until then, ta-ta!” I said and waved as I confidently strolled out the door.
Always leave them wanting more. My first girlfriend had taught me that lesson very long ago.
For the next twelve days, in the early evening I would stop back at Ryan’s house wearing something revealing and tight, and fuck his brains out. As it became a regular meeting, he became more and more aggressive in our coupling. On the third day he tested my limits by asking for a blowjob. I instantly dropped to my knees right in his small kitchen and started to lick his cock, which I don’t think he expected at all. After he blew his load in my mouth and I got up to my feet while using my fingers to catch the excess and lick them clean, he asked what had changed, and that I always hated blow jobs.
“Well, I need the money. A girl’s got to make a living, and this is the oldest profession.” I replied to him.
It became standard then. The first thing I did when I showed up at his house for the next nine days was a blow job. The thirteenth day I showed up on his door step and after the blow job walked into his living room and stood in the middle of the room. He looked at me oddly and said, “What’s going on Ailish?”
“I can’t do this anymore.” I said plainly.
“What do you mean? You can’t do the blow jobs? Or you want to break up again?” Ryan asked me.
“No, I can’t have sex anymore. My pussy is just too sore. How about tonight you take me up the ass?” I asked politely, as I tilted my head down in a submissive position.
Ryan started to hyperventilate as he thought about getting the chance to get inside my trunk. I turned, leaned forward, and slowly rotated my little backside around in a circle to entice him, even though I knew it was already a done deal.
“Yes.” He replied quickly.
“It’ll cost more.” I said back to him.
“Fine.” He replied quickly once more.
I made my way to the bedroom and got on my hands and knees on his bed, arching my back and looking at him as he followed me in through the door. I was wearing a short skirt, and no panties, so he could see my pussy and back hole already waiting for him. He started forward as he unbuckled his pants, and I held up a hand to stop him.
“Lube first. I don’t want this to be completely painful.” I said.
I pulled a small bottle from my purse and squeezed a bit into my left palm. I then rubbed my hands together to warm up the goo and began to gently apply it to his ramrod straight dick. Once I had him properly covered, I went back to my hands and knees on the bed, and reached around to gently coat my ass. I wiggled a finger inside of my crack for a bit of preparation, and then put my hand down and arched my back again to invite Ryan over.
He slowly started to work his cock up and down my ass crack. “Oh, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He said as he started to tease my butt hole with the head of his dick. Suddenly he thrust the tip of his cock into me. I winced in pain as I was stretched to my limits.
“Ready?” He asked.
I looked over my shoulder and nodded. He began to work back and forth, each time going deeper into my forbidden hole. It was painful. Very painful at first, but as he continued I relaxed my sphincter and tried to enjoy it. Looking back at him from my position on my hands and knees I could see him looking down at my back, holding onto my waist with his hands as he screwed me.
I dropped my head to the bed, and reached between my legs with my right hand and started to play with my clit. It still felt like he was tearing my asshole apart as his huge dick pumped in and out of me, but with the addition of the stimulation of my pussy it was bearable. It didn’t take to long for him to start to spasm, and I knew what was coming.
Ryan was filling my asshole with his cum.
I felt him lean forward on me as he finished, panting and muttering words under his breath. His dick slowly shrunk inside of me, and then he pulled it out, and stood back up.
“That was great Ailish,” He said to me.
“You had better go get cleaned up.” I said as I patted his dick.
He left to take a shower, and once I heard the water running, I went to the spot where I knew he hid his money. I opened his sock drawer and inside an old pair of athletic socks I pulled out a roll of one hundred dollar bills. I took a little more then half the pile and left the rest sitting on his dresser.
He would probably be upset, but he would be upset with Ailish, and soon that wouldn’t be me anymore. I then walked out of the apartment without even saying goodbye.
There was still cum dripping out of my ass hole and down my legs, but I didn’t care, that would soon be for Ailish to worry about. My pussy ached, my asshole ached, and I now had the money I wanted. I was done with her.
I went to a small bar I know of where there are many good looking girls on a nightly basis. I waited until one of them headed to the bathroom alone, and then made a swap. I left Ailish sitting on the toilet in one of the stalls wearing no panties, leaking cum, and with a purse holding nothing but a small container of sex lube.
I used the money I had collected from hooking and Ryan’s savings to go on a trip around the world. I didn’t need a passport, as I was a body hopper and could take anyone’s form I wanted. Even though I had a blast seeing the sights, and screwing my way around the world, I couldn’t seem to get over my sex with Ryan. His dick was like catnip for my pussy. I had planned to travel around for quite some time, but I decided to cut my trip short, and head home early.
Once I was back I quickly tried to track down Ailish again. It wasn’t very hard seeing as I had lived her life for almost two weeks, and soon I was back in a short skirt and knocking on Ryan’s door once more.
He opened it, and I could see the distrust in his eyes.
“Hey, wanna fuck?” I asked plainly.
“No. What happened, you need more money?” He asked me as he tried to close the door on me.
I put my foot in the door jam to keep it from closing all the way and said, “C’mon Ryan. I know I was a bitch to steal money from you, but this time it’s for free. I promise. You can put it anywhere.” I said with a seductive smile.
“No, I’ve got a new girl now.” He replied curtly.
“Oh? A new girl? Good for you.” I said to him.
“Yes, that’s right, so you can just piss off.” He said to me.
“Does she dress like this for you?” I asked and ran my hands down my scantily clad body and then continued, “Does she suck your cock? Does she strut around naked for you?”
“No, she doesn’t. But she also doesn’t leave after sex, and she doesn’t steal from me.” He said.
“Fine. I’ll leave. Just tell me one thing, do you wish she would act like a wanton slut? Or do you want a prim and proper girl?” I asked him.
He hesitated for a second, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t have too, I could read his eyes. I pulled my foot out of the doorway and walked away as he closed the door behind me.
I once again ditched Ailish’s body. I took up residence in one of Ryan’s neighbors, watching out the window until finally I saw a girl come over. I knew it must be his new girl when she spent the night.
The next morning, when I saw her leaving, I looked around and saw a young woman getting ready to also head out. I quickly ran to her and hopped her so that I could use the car, and that brings us full circle back to the beginning of the story, and how I got here.
Right now I’m heading back to Ryan’s apartment in his girlfriend Caroline’s body. I stopped off at a lingerie store to pick up a new set of bright red panties and a wonder bra, and then after that I made a stop to pick up a fire engine red set of four inch heels and some fishnet stockings. I couldn’t find a CPVC dress that fit me well, but I did find a short black mini skirt and a thin white cotton tank top that you can see my bra through.
We’ll have to see what Ryan thinks of my new little outfit, I thought with a smile.
As I walked through the door I saw a smile on his face and he said, “Wow, Carrie, what’s the occasion.”
“Let’s call it a reunion. Now get your cock out. I wanna fuck.” I said roughly.