Models: Abella Danger, Prince Yahshua & Jax Slayher
Holy crap, V, what the fuck are you doing?
Stretching Daisy’s body out on the large leather chair, Vicky smiled through the woman’s plump, juicy lips. ‘It’s called seduction, sweetie. I know you think you’re a pro, but I think it’s about time somebody showed you how this is done.’
Though Daisy continued to protest, the bodyhopper ignored her host’s complaints in favour of making herself look like a sexual fantasy bought to life. Dressed in a sheer pink bodysuit that hugged her stunning figure, she made sure the two men ogling her body had a good view. With one leg folded beneath her and the other pushed out behind, her phenomenal ass was on full display. At the same time her head was twisted in such a way that the bleached curtains of her hair simultaneously framed her mesmerising features while also leaving her closest shoulder exposed. Against the soft tan of her flawless skin, the pink strap of her lingerie looked profoundly delicate, promising unhindered access to her bombshell body with just the flick of a finger – a temptation further enhanced by the clear curve of her tits in profile. Vicky’s expression was hypnotic, somehow innocent and impish all at once. The lust of her audience was palpable, breaking over her in waves of barely suppressed primal hunger.
Life as a bodyhopper was never boring, but even Vicky had to admit that this was going to be an especially depraved night. By the time she was finished with them, neither Daisy nor the bulls would ever be the same again.
Vicky could see in their eyes that the bulls were already putty in her hands. Nevertheless, when she rose from her seat and made her way over to the bed she continued to pour sultriness into every step. Moving slowly, she swayed her hips and ran her hands over her curves, smirking as the men’s gaze followed her trailing fingers. When she reached the bed she spread herself out across the sheets like a lounging cat, ensuring they had a view of her ass when she bent over.
Peering up at them, Vicky’s eyes were those of a succubus. ‘Are you going to stand there gawking all day? Or are you going to do something about those tented jeans?’
Both men opted for the latter.
Marching forward, they came at Vicky in a pincer movement. Unsurprisingly, her attention was drawn to the one unbuttoning the crotch of his trousers, her mouth already watering at the promise of what lay within. With his other hand he tugged off his t-shirt to bare his powerful chest, sinuous muscle shifting beneath his dark skin. Behind her she could hear his companion doing the same.
But the bull’s burly physique wasn’t the only thing revealed. On the contrary, as his shirt drifted to the floor, the leather-backed badge hanging on a chain around his neck caught the light. Ordinarily it wasn’t the kind of thing he would have allowed anybody to see until he already had them in cuffs, but with Vicky’s impish smile luring him in it seemed this cop had thrown all reservations out the window.
By the time the bull rose up onto the bed in front of her both his jeans and boxers had joined the crumpled heap of his shirt. His incredible cock was almost the length of Vicky’s forearm and it twitched erratically as if desperate to feel the heat of her fingers, the wetness of her tongue, the embrace of her throat.
Obviously the devilish bodyhopper did not leave her lover waiting. Rising onto all fours, she sealed her lips around his head and eased forwards to take him as deep as she possibly could. Her throat ached, stretched to its limits by his impressive girth, and despite the fact that her host was a prolific slut in her own right, Vicky could not push Daisy’s body to swallow any more than half his length. The other half she stroked sensually, her hand occasionally falling to massage his balls.
Vicky could sense Daisy about to protest again, but before she could do so the second bull made his presence known.
Leaning down, the man tore off her lingerie with several short, powerful motions. Her heels were removed just as quickly. Vicky made no attempt to resist, yet in her mind Daisy’s indignant complaints rang out loud and clear.
You bastard, do you have any idea how much that cost?! I swear V, if you don’t let me go this instant I’ll–
Whatever threat Daisy had in mind, it collapsed into an orgasmic mental howl as the bull drove into her freshly exposed cunt.
With raw, burning pleasure roaring through her host’s body, Vicky decided to have some fun. Though she continued to control the rest of Daisy’s actions – the slow rhythm of her jerking hand, the gentle rocking against the second bull’s hips, the sordid swirl of her tongue – she carefully loosened her grip on her host’s facial features. Now every expression was Daisy’s and Daisy’s alone. And as the second bull sank ever deeper into her tight sex, that expression became one of slutty delirium. Her eyes rolled, her lids fluttered, and her lips shuddered as she tried and failed to hold back a cockdumb giggle.
Somehow things only got worse when he began to thrust. Vicky could sense that Daisy wanted him to fuck her rough and hard – at least that way the pleasure might eclipse the fact she was no longer in control of her own body. But the bull opted for the exact opposite approach. Using his grip on her hip as leverage, he pulled himself in agonisingly slowly, only stopping when her ass was squashed flat against his thighs, before easing out again just as gradually. Rather than relieve Daisy’s torment his relaxed pace only added to it, forcing her to feel every contour of his incredible cock as a constant reminder of the sordid situation she had gotten herself into.
Of course, Vicky could have been merciful if she’d wanted to. But Daisy had long since burned through all the bodyhopper’s good will.
Though they had never been best friends, at one time V would have trusted Daisy with almost anything. Indeed, V knew they could share all the sordid stories of their unscrupulous bodyhopping exploits without fear of Daisy ratting them out to the cops, and once or twice while out partying V had hopped guys or girls that Daisy found hot and spent the night fucking like animals in the very same bed she was now being roasted on.
Over time, however, their friendship had declined. Not only did Daisy have a knack for getting herself into trouble, she seemed to actively enjoy it, and despite countless attempts to talk some sense into her V’s words always fell on deaf ears. More frustrating still, whether she’d been banged up for public drunkenness or gotten in too deep with a shady hookup, Daisy constantly expect V to get her out of it.
V had lost track of how many times they had hopped cops to dispose of evidence, or dangerous exes to edit Daisy out of their memories. One time they had even hopped a local kingpin after he caught Daisy in bed with his wife – his fury had been so intense V had been forced to drain significant swaths of intelligence to erase it, resulting in him quickly being usurped by an even more ruthless gangster.
Yet no matter how many times V saved her Daisy never learned her lesson. After all, when V could simply absolve all the consequences of her actions, what incentive was there to change?
But now V’s patience was finally exhausted; now all those deflected consequences were about to catch up to their ungrateful former friend. And by the time V was finished with her, Daisy would have learned perhaps the single most important lesson of all: never mess with a bodyhopper.
‘Please… oh fuck, please…’
Daisy’s voice took Vicky by surprise. Clearly distracted by her thoughts she had let her control slip enough that her host had been able to speak out loud. Mentally reprimanding herself the bodyhopper was about to steal back command when the bulls began to move.
Moving as one they slid out of the slut’s holes, the sudden emptiness leaving her breathless. Then they were manhandling her. In a heartbeat they had reversed her position, her pussy now twinkling enticingly in front of the first bull and her mouth at the mercy of the second. Vicky cackled inwardly as she realised that Daisy’s pleading had been taken entirely the wrong way: rather than understanding that she was begging them to stop, the bulls had mistaken her slutty gasps and horny expression as a desire for them to switch positions and each fuck her in the opposite hole.
The next moment even Vicky was bowled over by the wave of euphoria as they once again plunged inside.
Vicky had fucked many studs in her time, but these two were undeniably amongst the best. She had not bothered to ask their names, so all she could do was identify them based on their physical characteristics, not least of which was the variation between their cocks.
The bull looming over her was the shorter of the two, his build stockier and more robust than that of his partner. He was completely bald and like his frame his features were heavy and compact – a trait reflected in his manhood. Though still amongst the biggest she had ever taken, it was nonetheless several inches shorter than that of his colleague. And yet Vicky found it even harder to swallow, for what he lacked in length the bull more than made up for in thickness. Her lips were stretched to their limit, so much so that not a drop of saliva could escape the seal, and with every thrust she had to seriously consider which she needed more: his cock, or air to breathe.
In contrast, the bull whose dick was exploring the depths of her pussy was both longer and thinner. Each thrust invaded her deeper than she thought possible and she knew without doubt that he definitely was the biggest she’d ever taken. Like his cock his frame was slightly leaner than his friend’s, his features a little sharper, and though his hair was shaved almost to the scalp he wasn’t quite fully bald. Here and there the rippling of his muscles seemed to bring his handful of tattoos to life.
Vicky had to admit, she couldn’t have picked two hotter hunks to help her deliver Daisy’s punishment if she’d tried. She didn’t believe in fate, but if things really did happen for a reason then the fact that these two had been the ones to arrest Daisy surely meant this was written in the stars. Either way, Vicky wasn’t about to waste a turn of good fortune.
As usual, V had been Daisy’s phone call. She hadn’t even bothered to explain what she’d been banged up for this time, instead simply expecting her bodyhopper friend to show up and fix things.
When V arrived it was easy enough to hop the two arresting officers one at a time, edit their reports to downplay the severity of the charges, and get Daisy released on a technicality. However, before leaving their minds, V left a powerful urge embedded in their thoughts: specifically, the urge to show up at Daisy’s apartment once they finished their shift.
Clearly Daisy had been on a particularly wild bender the night before, because even after a night in a cell she was still half-drunk. Fortunately, that had made it easy for V to hop her, claiming it would be quicker than dragging her home. On the journey back Daisy’s tipsy giggles had swarmed at the back of Vicky’s mind, grating away any lingering patience she still had for her former friend. Mercifully, Daisy was still so pissed that when they arrived back at her place she didn’t question why the bodyhopper wasn’t releasing her, nor why they were getting dressed up in Daisy’s most enticing lingerie.
It was only when the cops showed up at her door that Daisy finally sobered up. But by then it was already far, far too late.
Although that didn’t mean she was about to stop trying to wriggle her way out of it.
V, listen… you don’t… you don’t have to do this… I’m sorry… honest, I really am… Daisy’s words were shaky and weak in Vicky’s head, the sentence fragmented by the taller bull’s rhythmic thrusts derailing her train of thought. But rather than stir mercy they only fuelled the bodyhopper’s hunger for revenge.
With her throat full of cock Vicky could not reply out loud, but her scathing tone cut through their merged mind like a cracking whip. You seriously think I’m going to buy that shit again? How many times have I heard you apologise, just to make the same stupid fucking choices the very next day? You’re not capable of real regret. The only thing you care about is being a shallow slut whenever and wherever you like, no matter the consequences. Well, if that’s what you want so bad then that’s what I’m going to give you.
For the first time Vicky could remember, there was a note of uncertainty in Daisy’s tone. What do you mean?
A flare of wicked satisfaction arced through Vicky’s insides. I think it’s easiest if I just show you.
And with that it was her turn to manhandle her lovers.
The bulls did not resist as she dragged them down onto the bed one after the another. Easing them back amongst the cushions she coiled one hand around each throbbing cock and stroked them sensually. Already a hunger was roiling within her, the sudden emptiness of her holes fuelling the rapidly rising urge to simply worship them until she could no longer form coherent thought.
Fortunately, self-control was one of Vicky’s strengths. So when she bowed down to suck on the closest cock, she did so slowly, deliberately, drawing out each sordid bob of her head so that the bull’s eyes rolled up to the whites. His fists clenched and unclenched, gripping the bedsheets so hard his knuckles trembled, and the muscles of his torso rippled as the fibres tensed and relaxed over and over. The portion of his cock she could not swallow was massaged by her slender fingers, as was the twitching manhood of the other bull who lay beside them, his eyes glittering with eager anticipation as he waited his turn.
Settling into a slutty rhythm, Vicky shifted back and forth between them, her eyes fixed on their faces as she manipulated their euphoria with her tongue and lips and throat. Yet rather than sate her hunger, the desperation to feed on them only become worse.
Can you feel that? she asked, allowing the sensation to flood Daisy’s suppressed consciousness. That greed inside? That constant craving for more? Well from now on that’s never going away. I’ve planted it in your mind, just like I planted the need to fuck you senseless in theirs. You’ve always been a slut, but now the only two dicks you’ll ever crave are these two, and you’ll do anything to get them. But at the same time, you’ll never be able to get enough. Every orgasm will make you need them more. Every cumshot and blowjob and facial and DP will just stoke the fire of your sluttiness.
Though she continued to passionately service the bulls, internally Vicky’s soul burned with triumph. And better yet, they’re never going to stop using you. Thanks to the cravings I embedded in their brains, they’re just as tireless as you, and yours are the only holes that can satisfy them. Whenever they’re not working they’ll be here pounding you like the needy whore you are. And when they are working – well, let’s just say I also gave them the idea to order a bondage bench and a fucking machine.
A little of the venom left Vicky’s tone, replaced by impish amusement. Sooner or later I suspect you’ll probably go completely cockdumb. Though to be honest I haven’t the first idea how long that will take. Could be months, could be years. Either way, you’re going to have plenty of time to realise how fucking stupid it was to piss off a bodyhopper.
Vicky could sense Daisy about to respond, but she wasn’t in the mood.
No, you don’t get a say anymore. This is all your own doing. Now for once just shut up and let me enjoy myself.
With that Vicky stashed Daisy’s psyche as deep into her subconscious as she could. Then, the distraction of her irritating host no longer an issue, she proceeded to take Daisy’s body on a hedonistic joyride the way only a bodyhopper could…
V wasn’t sure how long it was before they finally hopped out of Daisy’s trembling body. They had not noticed the sun go down, and the tinted windows made it impossible to guess exactly how late it was.
One moment there were only three people in the room, the next V’s tall, slim figure seemingly appeared from thin air. They were dressed in the same black t-shirt and jeans they had been when they showed up at the station earlier that day. In truth even V wasn’t sure how their clothes survived the transition between bodies, but they had long since accepted it as one of the perks of being a bodyhopper.
Standing over the fucking trio, they admired their handiwork. Despite hours of depravity, the bulls had barely tired at all. Of course, V hadn’t expect them too – another perk of being a bodyhopper was the ability to edit the physical capabilities of one’s hosts, and in the case of the bulls V had cranked up their stamina far beyond its natural limits.
Daisy, meanwhile, was a quivering mess. Raw orgasmia rolled off her in palpable waves. Cummy saliva lined her lips and chin, sweat matted her hair, and drying cumshots glistened on her skin. The taller bull was currently buried in her ass, while the shorter man stood nearby stroking himself hard again as his previous load oozed from her twinkling pussy.
Finally in control of her body once again, Daisy turned to face V. Or at least, she tried: saturated in disorienting lust, it took almost a minute for her eyes to properly focus.
‘V… please… you don’t… have to do this…’
V’s lips curled into a wicked grin. ‘I know. But it’s just so much fun. Besides, not only is this the perfect revenge, but if I ever feel the urge to simply be fucked senseless, all I need to do is come over and hop you then let these two hunks pound me into oblivion.’
Though Daisy opened her mouth to reply, the words never materialised. For at that exact moment the shorter bull once again sank into her cunt, and Daisy’s face twisted into an expression of nymphomaniacal delirium. Her entire body shuddered, her hands clamped down hard on the plush padding of the sofa, and a whimpering giggle burst from her lips.
‘Oh right, did I forget to mention? Double-penetration makes you brainless now.’ V’s tone was innocent, but their features were warped with mischief. ‘Just a little extra trigger I implanted while I was in your head. While I’ve been in control I’ve been blocking the effects, but now…’ V took a moment to savour Daisy’s giddy expression. Any semblance of torment had been completely obliterated by pleasure. ‘Well, I’m sure you don’t need me to explain. I’d say you have the right to remain silent, but we both know you won’t.’
Taking one final look at the corrupted trio, V turned to leave. And with Daisy’s orgasmic groans ringing in their ears, the bodyhopper marched from the apartment basking in the satisfaction of a job well done…
Thanks for reading!
It would seem at this point that V is basically my go-to protagonist when it comes to writing a bodyhopper story. I think part of that is because having them as a pre-founded character means I can just jump straight into the story, whereas when I’m starting something from scratch I feel the need to flesh out the characters a little. At the same time, V’s general character is just a lot of fun to write, and as a result whenever a gallery makes me think ‘bodyhopper’ it instantly makes me think ‘V’ as well. As I’ve said before, writing a genuinely genderfluid character is also something I very much enjoy since it is a break from the norm in my work.
Given how synonymous V is with bodyhopper stories on my blog (including this, 4 of the 6 such stories I’ve written have involved V) I have considered collecting them under their own category. After all, there’s more than one serialised storyline which has fewer stories to its name yet a category of its own (Immortal Lust, Out of the Bottle, Sin-Wave, among others). At the minute I’m not sure how I’d actually get that to work – maybe I’d give them an overarching series name like ‘The Tales Of V’ or something like that – but it’s something I’m considering. Realistically I think if I write another V story it’s something I’ll be compelled to do, and let’s face it I’m not going to drop their character at this point.
Hell, the fact that this piece is significantly longer than it needs to be just proves that I can’t resist writing for V. I mean sure, the length is also in large part due to the fact that I just love showing off Abella Danger’s work, but the chance to indulge in some more of V’s special brand of hedonism was definitely the driving force. I already have another idea cooked up for where V can go next, and although I don’t know exactly when I’ll get around to writing it, rest assured it’s on the way.
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