You look over your shoulder, still bent over onto the desk, to find out that you have the same body as the secretary you were about to fuck. Only, the nameplate now has her name on it, and the man who had been you has walked out. Apparently you were still the boss; the simulation had just changed bodies.
The technician's reshaping this to her liking, you think.
Before you can think much more, you hear the voice of the man who you had been, now your secretary, on the intercom, telling you in a tongue-in-cheek tone that the three men you needed from downstairs were here and at your service.
A reflex of embarassment sends you leaping up off the desk and into your chair, pulling your panties up and tucking your boobs back into your brassiere. A surge of pleasure gives you pause, however, at the feel of your supple breasts, and you're barely composed before they barge in.
All three of them are in nice, expensive suits, and all three of them look like Chippendale models. You expect to be repulsed and horrified at the thought of their inevitable advances, but just as you are a wave of teasing pleasure makes you gasp. The machine is making you like this.
"We thought you might want some company up here all alone in this big empty office," one of them croons in a deep baritone. The sound of his voice is made to send a shiver down your spine and a warmth into your crotch. The nature of the feeling keeps you flat against the chair, gasping for breath, wishing against yourself that he'd come closer and have his way with you.
Another one chuckles as they all saunter closer. "It certainly seems you're glad to see us from here, ma'am," he says, staring at the shape of your erect nipples with a predatorial look in his eye that creates a tantalizing flutter through your trembling body.
Suddenly the third one grabs you by the arm, spins you around, and presses you face-first against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. You find yourself face-to-face with the reflection of the woman that just a few moments ago you were saying you'd sell your soul for -- and, to your complete humiliation, it's filled with the look of a woman too aroused to care what she's fucking. Your breath comes in gasps that steam up the window and you can feel your nipples strain against the cold glass.
You feel his lips approach your earlobe and hear his low moaning grunts resonate through your head. With a kind of horror you realize that the machine has instilled in you such an urge to come again that you're submitting completely to the notion that it'll be because of this juggernaut mound of flesh sandwiching you between him and a wall of glass while he rams his thick hard cock into whatever orifice he chooses. You'd beg for it if he asked you to.
He flips your skirt up and pulls the string of your thong underwear aside. You find yourself jutting your ass out so he can reach your virtual pussy with his cock, but he shoves you up against the window again -- and you feel the most startling feeling you've ever felt.
Something is pressing against your ass. In real life. This man is about to fuck you in your hot, tan, heart-shaped ass, and you're about to be buttfucked by a dildo that feels completely real.
And it happens. You cry out -- but all you hear is the whine of a bitch getting filled with cock, and in fact it turns you on even more. You feel his member violate your ass farther and farther, and you realize that at the same time the machine is flooding you with feelings of pleasure and jacking off your dick like a liquid vice. It's the best feeling in the world.
He begins to thrust into your ass, and each time you cry out, digging yourself in deeper with the thick, poignant voice of a hot woman being pleasured hitting your ears. Each thrust brings dizzying ecstasy, and you eagerly ram your ass back onto his pornstar cock to end your torment sooner.
The masculine groaning in your ear from the hunk behind you tortures what's left of your manhood. You want him so bad and you're so glad he's having his way with you.
Just as you start to get into a rhythm, he pulls out, making you whimper the sound of a slut in heat who's being toyed with. "She's broken in, guys -- now let's turn her into our own living fuckdoll." He leans closer to your ear. "Would you like that, bitch? Do you want to be used from all sides to pleasure our hard male bodies? Do you want three cocks at once?"
Before you can think about this you nod eagerly, hearing only an end to your sexual torment, sweet release from the agony of stimulation and arousal that you're in.
And before you can react, you're thrown back down onto the desk like you were in the beginning, and the three suited men, cocks all out and promising you your release, close in.
You feel your real-life cock massaged intensely as the one man finally enters your dripping pussy, making you cry out with furious animal pleasure in your soprano voice; and you feel your ass reinvaded by the same cock as before, sending your torso arching up with another cry of ecstasy.
That cry is silenced by the feel of another cock being shoved through your soft, full, lipsticked lips. This one feels just as real.
Your mind is overthrown. You look up at the imposing brute before you, at his expression of satisfaction, and slither your tongue around his solid shaft, losing all concept that this might not be real. Below your waist is a hurricane of sparking pleasure that defies comprehension, as your pussy and ass grip two huge cocks for all they're worth and thrust against them both at once. Male moans fill the room and it pleases you. You grip the base of the cock before you with one hand and deep throat it, letting your cries and yelps ripple down its entire length from deep inside you. It grows even harder, inciting you to suck and caress it harder, lashing its head with your tongue. Your other hand sinks down your tanned tummy with its pierced bellybutton to encircle your clitoris, causing the machine to step up the pleasure yet another notch.
This goes on, thankfully, with you lurching and shuddering under the treatment of these three fuckmachines, for time out of mind. Somewhere along the line you feel your breasts being fondled mercilessly, the nipples burning red and rasping against the wood of the desk with their pendulous motion.
And suddenly, everything grows much harder and forceful and louder, and you stiffen with the onslaught of three powerful thrusts coming from all three angles, struggling simply to endure the assault. Climax rips through you all, and you can almost feel your pussylips sealing tight against the cock that's laughing at their contractions. Warm, milky semen flows forth into you like the pleasure of your own multiple orgasms itself, the final debasement you can suffer. And you suffer it euphorically. You scream your life out into the cock between your lips and down your throat, shaking violently with yet another orgasm.
Everything seems to slow down. And then pick up. They chuckle as they continue to thrust into your aching holes.
Now you moan out of genuine horror and pleading. But they only quicken their pace. You stiffen again, trying to rise to the challenge, but you have nothing left. The pleasure now overstimulates you to the point of tears. The cock invading your pussy is going strong again now, grinding against the cock quivering in your ass, and the cock in your mouth is still practically gagging you. You can feel it grow rock-hard again, and you completely surrender yourself to it.
They continue to use you. They won't stop. The technician won't stop.
Is she fingerfucking herself right now, observing all this? Is this her fantasy or mine?
Just as you think you might start to lose consciousness, you realize your vision has grown very poor, everything growing too blurry to make out. The feelings, also, dumb down to nothing but the small hum of minute vibrations, and the sounds begin to echo in your ears and grow quieter.
The system must be failing. You realize you can feel and control your real body again. Only you really are completely drained, and you don't know what to do. You could force yourself up. Or maybe you don't want to. Maybe you want to lie back and find out what more is in store for you.
The decision stares at you in the blackness of your VR goggles. |