Possession Portal

I think of myself as a good mom, but I know that when it comes to my daughter Beth, I can be a bit of a helicopter parent. I’ve always been there to make sure she made good choices, whether she wanted me to be or not, because I can astral project into her. By syncing with her mind and piloting her body, I’ve helped her resolve conflicts, get good grades, and more, and most of the time, she doesn’t even know I’m doing it. As she got older though, I’ve given her more space to live her life, but it can be very difficult, especially when she goes somewhere far, like for her honeymoon. I swear I just wanted to pop in to her head real quick and make sure she was safe and getting along with her new husband. I didn’t have a choice really, because she hadn’t answered any of the texts I’d sent her in the last three hours. So I projected my consciousness into her, and it was a good thing I did, because it seemed like Beth and my son in law Ryan were in the middle of a fight. “Seriously, Beth, we’ve only done it once since we got here. I know you’re tired, but…I can be quick.” The poor thing! Beth shouldn’t be withholding sex from Ryan, especially on their honeymoon. I needed to intervene, for the sake of making sure they have a healthy marriage. I moved Beth’s hand to her top, and pulled it down, exposing her large breast. Ryan reacted adorably, going slackjawed and just staring at it. He was practically drooling as I brought out the other one. Beth had certainly inherited my bustline. I broke the silence by saying, “You don’t have to be quick Ryan. I want you to take your time with me. Do whatever you want to this body.” Ryan’s utter astonishment at this offer made me worry. “R-really? You mean it?” I nodded. “Of course. I’m your…wife after all.” Oh, the things that young man did to me that night! Just thinking about them makes me blush. I’ll need to keep projecting into my daughter to make sure she keeps her man happy. But with the way Ryan fucks, it’ll keep me happy too.

My wife is a bodyswapper, meaning she can swap bodies with someone just by touching them. Because of this, she has the craziest kink. She likes to watch herself being fucked. For her birthday or special occasions, she’ll hire a sex worker to come and swap bodies with her. Then she’ll have me fuck her body while she watches from the hooker’s, recording all of it on her phone. She’ll begin masturbating and giving words of encouragement. “Yeah babe! You look so good fucking me right now. Rail my pussy! Fuck me hard!” she moans. She’ll eventually start giving directions like we’re on the set of a porno. “Ram my body against that door. I wanna feel sore when I swap back!” Since I love her body, I always give her what she asks for.

I’d never been to a soul swapper party, but my new girlfriend Rachel had. During the our first weeks of dating, she talked about them a lot. How fun and sexy they were, and how much she really wanted to take me to one. When I told her I wasn’t interested, she gave me a world class blowjob that changed my mind. So now I’m at this party in this big fancy house in a room full of 50 or more people that look like they’ve done this before. The sexual energy in the room was off the charts and nothing was even happening yet. Other than getting your soul temporarily swapped into someone else’s body, I didn’t really know what to expect. The owner of the house started making his way through the guests, handing out blindfolds. Rachel explained to me that’s how the soul swapping magic worked. Rachel led me over to the guy and introduced me. “Hey,” she said shyly as she accepted a blindfold, “I brought someone.” She nodded at me.” His name is Kevin.” The man looked me over with a smirk and said, “That didn’t take long.” To me he gave a smooth, “I’m Lucas. Glad Rachel here could convince you to come. Have a blindfold.” He leaned in real close and says, “Make sure you leave it on while the soul swap is in session.” I looked at the silk blindfold in my hand and asked the obvious question. “Or what?” He grinned wickedly and said, “Or else you might get stuck.” He winked at my girlfriend, and walked away. I should have left right there, but my girlfriend said quickly, “Don’t worry babe. Just be sure to leave it on. It’ll be so fun, and…I’ll reward you as soon as it’s over.” My eyes stayed on Lucas as he worked his way to the crowd. “Didn’t you go out with a Lucas before me?” Rachel looked at him too, and I didn’t see the loathing in her eyes, but heard her mutter, “Not by choice.” I wasn’t sure what that meant, but then Lucas was announcing in a loud voice, “Blindfolds on!” Lucas laughed. When I hesitated, Rachel grabbed mine and put it over my eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For what?” I asked. But before she could answer, I felt the ground shift under my feet. This was my soul being whipped from my body and slammed into another vessel. I called out, “Rachel?” But it wasn’t my voice. It was that of my girlfriend’s. I was in HER body. “Rachel!” I repeated, but I was drowned out by the sounds of other voices around me as they began to moan and talk about exploring their new bodies. I wanted to as well. The feel of Rachel’s boobs hanging from my chest. The emptiness between my legs that was begging to be touched. I was so horny all of a sudden. This had to be part of the magic. I was about to touch myself when a strong hand grabbed my wrist and began pulling me through the room. This person’s strides were so sure that I knew he didn’t have a blindfold on. “Who are you?” I asked. “Lucas,” he replied. He led me up a flight of stairs, and I eventually heard a door shut behind me. What Lucas said next chilled me to the bone. “Rachel, or the man inside Rachel, must have used her body well to get you to one of my parties so quickly. Did she suck your cock? Fuck you?” I felt his hands pull down the dress that Rachel wore and begin to paw at my new curves. Arousal flooded through me as Lucas kept on. “Two months ago he told me he’d never be able to have sex with a man, other than me of course, but it’s amazing how desperate he became, wanting to be a man again. That’s the part I love the most. The desperation.” I needed to run, to get away, but how could I when I couldn’t see? Plus my knees were weak from the lust that seemed to emanate from every place Lucas caressed me. “You’ll long for me, but you’ll want to be a man again. All you have to do, is bring me one, and offer them up to me, like ‘Rachel’ did tonight.” He pushed me to the floor, and I felt him roughly move the thong Rachel wore aside, and thrust into me. It felt so foreign, but so good, and I pushed back, helping him go deeper. As I felt the sensation of my boobs beginning to sway back and forth, I said as defiantly as I could, “I’m not gonna play your sick game.” Lucas just laughed and said, “We’ll see.” And then he removed the blindfold, and I saw my ex girlfriend, which was now fully me, getting fucked, and trying as hard as I could not to like it. I’ll have to find another guy to come here. It shouldn’t be too difficult with a gorgeous body like Rachel’s.

My roommate and I share one TV, but we watch totally different things. The rule is whoever gets to it first decides what we watch. Since I get back from work earlier than him, that’s usually me, but I tend to end up surrendering the remote pretty quickly. You see, my roommate’s a shapeshifter. Everytime he walks in and sees me watching one of my sci fi shows or anime, he’ll begin to transform. His muscular jock physique will ripple, and he’ll become a walking wet dream wearing the skimpiest lingerie. Even knowing he’s a guy, I can’t help but get hard every time. He’ll shoot me a demeaning yet sexy smirk, and unzip me with his small feminine hands. Once he’s got my cock out, he’ll turn and begin to wiggle his ass side to side, tempting me, knowing that I’ll give in, cause I always do. I’ll hand him the remote as his pussy sinks down the length of my shaft. He’ll giggle as he begins to bounce on me, and turn the channel to sports, or in this case, a car show. I subject myself to hours of boring programming, for a few minutes of mind blowing pleasure with a hot piece of ass. I’ll make that trade every time.

Every once in a while, you find that perfect person whose kinks compliment your own. Take me for example. I’m a bodyhopper and find it super hot to take over people’s bodies, but it’s a hard one to share with someone you wanna get serious with. That wasn’t the case with my girlfriend Delilah. After several dates, we really opened up and shared our kinks. She went first, and told me she thought the idea of being an exhibitionist is so sexy, but she’s always been too shy to act on it. The second I told her I was a hopper, I could see the idea click into place in her mind. “You have to hop me and…make me flash people in public!” she begged. Well, that was the beginning of a beautiful relationship that feeds each other’s fetishes. I let her stay aware as I pilot her body into a public space where I can lift her shirt and expose her perky tits. It drives her wild, and she tells me nonstop how horny she is while I’m showing off her body. The sex we have afterwards is incredible.

It’s good to have a rich friend like Tucker, or so me and my buddies thought. On his birthday, he rented a private jet to fly us out to Vegas for the weekend. He didn’t tell us that it was a jet with certain enchantments placed on it by rental service. As I boarded, I felt a tingling all over my body. I grew slimmer, shorter, and then my muscular chest rippled and suddenly I had two jiggly boobs. I felt long hair go down my back, and my clothes…where the fuck did my clothes go? I noticed everyone else around me was changing too. We were all becoming women! Naked women. No…no not…women. Sluts. Horny sluts. I wanted to taste one. I felt a hand on the back of my long blonde hair. It pushed me down to the place I wanted to go. I began to eagerly lick the pussy in front of me. It’s what I lived for. I lived to give pleasure to anyone around me, and these other sluts seemed to want the same. All except…Tucker. The birthday boy. He was the only one with a cock in this cabin. It’s his hand on my head helping me eat this slut out. After I make her cum, I’ll let him shove that big sexy cock in my mouth, or anywhere else he wants. If I can. All us sluts are vying for his attention. For his manhood. This is for him. It’s all for him.

Upon landing, we found our minds and bodies returned to normal. Needless to say, me and my buddies were freaking pissed. At first. I mean, I for one had ended up gargling with Tucker’s balls in my mouth. But the more we thought about it, the more we remembered how good it had felt being a slut in that plane cabin. And by the end of that Vegas trip, we were all looking forward to the return flight.

Cindy’s masseuse Brad gave me the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had while I was sharing my wife’s body. I broke the astral projection shortly after, and tried to come to terms with what I was feeling. My wife was cheating on me, but…the way Brad had just made us feel was hard to deny. When Cindy got home, I did confront her, but not with the anger I had planned. I told her everything. How I’d shared her body and could even take full control. How I’d been there on the table as Brad oiled her up and then slipped his fingers between her legs and… I grew hard recounting it. My wife noticed. She took me to the bedroom, and we fucked like rabbits. Now I guess you could say that ‘we’re’ having an affair with Brad, but he thinks it’s only with my wife. But it’s not. It’s me WITH her. Sometimes I’m in control, sometimes I let my wife take the lead. Here she is now, letting him drizzle that wonderful oil on top of her chest. But shortly after, it’ll be me riding him. Yes, I am not content to merely be fingered. If we’re gonna cheat, we’re gonna really make it count. We’re both addicted to how Brad makes us feel, and I’d let him do anything to my wife’s body. I’d even suck his dick he if asked. Cindy shares every sensation right along with me, and when we cum, we cum together. In a very fucked up way, our marriage has never been stronger.

I’m convinced my wife Cindy is having an affair with her masseuse. Every time she comes home after a session with him, she’s glowing, and I don’t think it’s because of the oils and lotions he uses. I think it’s cause he makes sure to give her a happy ending. This would also explain why she hasn’t had any interest in sex with me. But other than those two things, I don’t have any proof. Thankfully, I know how to get some. I’ve been studying astral projection, and the other night I was able to successfully detach myself from my body and inhabit my wife’s. She had no idea I was inside her, even though I had full control. She just rationalized in her mind that she needed to get up and do random jumping jacks and feel herself up. I slipped back into my own mind with her none the wiser. Right before her next massage appointment, I projected into her again. I was finally going to get the proof I needed to confront her and then probably get a divorce. When we got to the place, I let Cindy take over and strip down as instructed. We laid on her stomach on a padded table, and waited. Then Brad came in. This guy was all charm and muscle, but I was surprised by how professional he was at first. He expertly massaged my wife’s shoulders, back and legs, and I was beginning to think I’d been wrong, until he brought out the oil. Less than a minute after coating my wife’s skin with the stuff, he’d removed the towel covering her ass, and his fingers began to explore her crevices. I was ready to tell him off, until his highly skilled fingers entered us, and it was all I could do not to moan with pleasure. Actually, I did, well, my wife did. The overwhelming sensation caused me to slip in and out of control as Brad slipped in and out of me, of us. I’m not sure which of us arched her back, or got the smile on her face. When I did manage to say something, it wasn’t what I’d originally intended. “That feels sooo good. Keep…keep doing that!” I mean, the session is already paid for. Might as well let him finish.

I invited my buddy Dan over and told him we could live like it was our college days again. “So, Angie won’t be back for a week?” he confirmed, sounding excited. “Cause, I’d really like to show you something I’ve been working on.” Dan is a biometric engineer, or something like that. He works with living organisms. For science. Usually he’s holed up in a lab somewhere. Dan showed up at my house on Tuesday, and I proudly displayed the mess I’d made in just two days. He just indicated the duffle bag he brought in and pointed down the hall towards my bedroom and bathroom. “Mind if I go change?” I shrugged. “Sure man, although you could do that right here. Ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before.” He gave an awkward laugh, then disappeared down the hall. He was gone a long time but I wasn’t his mom. All of a sudden the bedroom door burst open and my wife came striding down the hall. “Dan!” she began shrilly. “Look at the state of this place! Don’t tell me you are thinking of having company over.” I was so surprised by her presence and the state of the house that I didn’t know how to react. “S-sorry, sweetie. I th-thought you were coming back later. I’ll send Dan home and-” But then Angie began to laugh. “Don’t be mad,” she said. And then she reached up, grabbed the top of her face, and pulled it down. “Dan!” I exclaimed. “What the hell!” Dan proceeded to explain that he’d been working on growing living tissue that could be fused to normal skin using polyides or, I don’t know, science jargon. On a whim, he’d taken my wife’s wine glass home and used it to grow a copy of her skin. Now he was wearing her, and fooled me completely by putting on some of her clothes from her bedroom. “You look and sound exactly like her!” I said in awe. “So you’re not mad?” he asked worriedly. “I mean, in a way, I’ve seen her naked.” He had a point. I should be mad, but it was kinda hot seeing an exact copy of my wife but with a guy’s mind. “Don’t worry about it,” I assured him. “Just put her face back on and let’s hang out.” We did. The rest of that whole day. Several times I forgot Dan was even there and called him Angie. He didn’t correct me. He was probably gathering data for this new suit thing of his. We had some wine late at night and Dan began getting silly, posing my wife in ridiculous positions. We laughed and laughed until suddenly we were on my bed. Most of Angie’s clothes had come off, and now my wife was looking back at me intensely with Dan’s eyes. As he unhooked Angie’s bra, I realized we weren’t laughing anymore. I think I’m about to fuck my friend…

When I came to give my secretary the notes for the next morning’s presentation, she opened her hotel door wearing nothing but a smile. I’ll admit, I think she’s gorgeous, but I’m happily married, and intend to stay that way. I sucked in a breath and said, “Jane, I told my wife nothing sordid would happen between us on this work trip, so whatever this is…” I trailed off as she turned and wiggled her ass. I was about to go when she said, “Really? Not even if you have your wife’s permission? Guess I astral projected into her for nothing then.” Best wife ever.

@ye I’ve read it. It’s spectacular.

“George, he just turned his lights on,” my wife whined from behind the driver’s seat. I tried to keep my tone even, but I was pissed. “That’s cause you blew through that stop sign, dear.” She gripped the steering wheel tightly. “What do I do?! This’ll be like, my fourth ticket. They’re probably gonna take my license!” I sighed and said, “Just flirt with the officer, babe. Show a little skin and he’ll probably let you off with a warning.” She slapped my arm and yelled, “George! I’m not gonna do that!” She pulled over the shoulder and looked at me. “Would you do it? You’re so much better at stuff like that than I am. Remember when you got the plumber to give us that discount?” I stifled a laugh, cause boy did I remember. He gave my wife more than a discount, I can tell you that. “You sure you want me to, babe?” I asked. She put her hands together and said, “Please George. Possess my body and do what you gotta do to get me outta this.” I gave her a wink and said, “All you had to do was ask.” Ever since I can remember, I’ve been a bodyhopper, but with certain limitations. I can only hop someone I have a deep personal connection with, and only with their permission. You can imagine that I don’t get to use this gift very often. You’d be right. But I’m glad when the situation presents itself. I unbuckle and slide across the front seat towards her, and a second later, my body disappears as I phase effortlessly into my wife. I reached into her purse, took out her lipstick, and ran it quickly over her lips to make them pop. A few seconds later, an officer tapped on my window and motioned for me to put it down. As soon as I do he said in a deep authoritative voice, “You ran that stop sign back there, ma’am. Let me see your…” He trailed off as he looked past me, into the vehicle. “Wait, wasn’t there someone else in the car with you?” When I replied, I made sure to use my wife’s bedroom voice, with just a touch of helplessness. “I’m so sorry I ran that stop sign officer. But no, it’s only just me in here.” I reached down to my wife’s blue top and began pulling it down. “Well, just me and my big titties. If you wanna search ‘em, I completely understand.” In the end, I did successfully talk my wife out of getting a ticket, but only after I submitted to a very thorough search in the backseat of the officer’s car. That man REALLY liked my wife’s boobs.

@XxkevozxX thank you so much! My faves are also darker, and I’m a big fan of combining bully and incest elements when I can.

I’m an ex con renting a room over the garage of Earl and Margie, this middle aged married couple. Earl was sketchy as hell, but his wife was thick, just the way I liked her. She was nice too. Talked real polite and friendly to me even though she knew I had a rough background. Even though she’s my type, I’d never make a move on her cause I don’t wanna mess up my living situation. It can be hard finding a place to stay when you got a record. Hard to get a job, too. That’s why I found myself going to Earl and apologizing for not being able to make rent this month. He looked my large black frame up and down in a way that unnerved me. Reminded me of the looks I got in the prison showers sometimes by inmates hoping I’d drop the soap. Earl confirmed my suspicions by saying, “You’re a real big guy. You big…everywhere?” I balled my fists at the obvious implication, but kept my cool. “Yeah, sure. So anyways, I should have the money to you by next week.” He stared directly at my crotch and said, “Or maybe we could come to some other…arrangement.” I stood to my full 6 foot 4 inch height and crossed my arms. “I ain’t doing no gay shit, man.” He didn’t back down, just smirked at me. “I ain’t talking ‘bout me. I seen the way you’ve looked at my wife. You’d fuck HER, right?” My shoulders sagged as I’d read the situation wrong. “You want me to plow your wife?” Earl nodded. “For free rent this month?” I pressed. He grinned, and nodded again then said, “I’ll take that as a yes. Just wait for a text from me this afternoon, then come over and fuck her. Ya don’t gotta explain nothing to her, she’ll be wet and ready.” He stuck out a hand, and I shook it in a daze, then he left. An hour later I got a text from Earl’s phone that read, ‘Come and get it.’ It was followed by a pic of his wife’s fat ass. I went over to their front door, and after a moment’s hesitation, I walked inside. I didn’t see anyone on the main floor, so I headed up the stairs to where the bedrooms were. That’s where I found Margie. She was ass up, and just as ready to go as Earl said she’d be. Thankfully, Earl was nowhere in sight. Margie looked back at me, gave her butt cheek a slap and said, “Go on. Get that big dick out and fuck this ass like I know you wanted to since you seen her.” I must have misheard, but I didn’t care, and I didn’t ask questions. I dropped my drawers, and I went to work. I was pounding away and she was all, “Smack my fat ass! Smack it hard!” I obliged. A lot. She came twice, all while saying the nastiest things. When I was finally about to cum, she told me to do it inside her or the deal was off. So, yeah, I nutted in her wet cooch.

Afterwards, she gave me a big sloppy kiss and said, “If you can’t make rent next month, let me know. I mean, not me. Earl. Let Earl know. That’s important. Only Earl.” That was weird, but this whole fucking arrangement had been weird. I got out of there and didn’t see either of them for a few days. But then I saw Margie unloading groceries, and I went to help. “I uh, really enjoyed the other day, ma’am. Is that something you and your husband do often?” She cocked her head and looked at me like she didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. Then she frowned as if she understood something. She stormed into the house and I heard her yell, “Dammit Earl! How many times I gotta tell you to stay outta my body! If you wanna fuck the tenets, you gotta figure out a way to do it on your own.”

Mike and I were in his backyard tossing the pigskin around. Our bare chests were covered in sweat as we ran to catch pass after pass. I was about ready to call it quits and go get a cold one, when I caught a glimpse of a babe watching us from the house next door. Our eyes locked, and she suddenly stepped out of sight. “Dude, dude!” I exclaimed, dropping the ball and pointing at the window where she’d just been. “Your hot neighbor wasn’t wearing pants in her house!” I was oblivious to Mike smirking at me as I strained my eyes hoping for another peek. “She was just in a shirt and thong. Just wait! Maybe she’ll walk by again.” But several seconds passed, and she didn’t. Suddenly Mike was next to me, tapping my shoulder. I reluctantly tore my eyes away from the window, and when I did, he asked, “You know what a trader is?” I squinted at him. “You mean like, for the stock market?” Mike laughed, then explained, “No man. It’s someone who can swap bodies, but only with other traders. I happen to be one, and I found out a year ago that my neighbor Cindy is one too. She owes me a favor, so since you want to see her so bad, one sec.” He pulled out his phone, made a call, and began talking to the person on the other end. No way was he ACTUALLY calling that hottie next door. “Yeah, my boy here saw you. He’s a big fan. Mind if I trade with ya so I can give him a proper show? Uh huh, yeah, whatever you want. Ha! I don’t think he’ll agree to it, but if you can get him to, go for it. Just…not in my mouth. You said you wouldn’t the last time, and that’s how you ended up owing me, so if it happens this time, I get to trade for a whole day next week. Alright, sounds good. No, thank YOU.” He smiled, then hung up. “What’d she say, man?” I asked, not believing any of this. Mike held up a finger that I took to mean one moment, and then he tightly shut his eyes and looked like he was concentrating very hard. He stumbled, and I reached out to steady him, one arm on his shoulder, and the other on his abs. He blinked, then looked at me with a sly grin. “Hey there stud. I heard you liked what you saw.” He took my chin in his hand and pointed my gaze back towards the neighbor’s window. “Get ready for a whole lot more.” I was about to say something smart, but I forgot what as the neighbor suddenly stepped back into view. She had her butt pressed against the window. I’m an ass man, so that view instantly gave me a throbbing boner. “Mm, yeah,” I heard Mike say as he patted my bulge. I jumped back in surprise. “Hey man, what the hell?!” He laughed, but it didn’t sound like his usual laugh. It was, I dunno, different. Like someone else laughing in HIS voice. “Relax,” he said softly as he stepped beside me and again directed my eyes towards the lewd display from the neighbor’s window. “Just keep looking at that hot body you wanted to see. It’s fine to look. I was. At both you hunks out here with your shirts off getting all sweaty. I’m so glad Mike called me up.” I didn’t understand, but I didn’t care, because now the neighbor lady was pressing her cheeks against the glass. She pulled her thong up even higher. I jerked slightly as I felt a hand reach down my shorts and squeeze my dick. “It’s alright,” Mike’s voice whispered. “Just keep watching. Mike really knows how to work my body. I love how hard it’s making you. It’s so nice and thick. I don’t want to let it go to waste. Just stand there and let me take care of it.” I was aware of Mike sinking to his knees as the lady slowly turned and lifted her shirt. She began massaging her boobs, looking right at me with a half smile, as if knowing my eyes would be glued to her. I stared back, as a hot mouth and soft tongue engulfed my dick. My best friend was sucking me off, but I didn’t stop him. I told myself it wasn’t gay as long as I kept looking at the hot neighbor lady.

I came super fast. Mike stood next to me and kissed me on the cheek, and the lady finally disappeared. “Fuck me I love seducing straight guys in this body,” Mike said. “It’s got me so wet. I mean, hard. I’m gonna go rub this out, unless you want to return the favor…” I made a face, and Mike continued. “Yeah, didn’t think so. Mike will be trading back soon. He’s probably off to do what I’m about to do. Ha, I’ll for sure owe him a day next week for letting you cum in his mouth.” He gave me a hearty slap on the butt and with a wink said, “Worth it though.”

Thanks @hswap! I love putting out content so that means a lot.

I think I’ve only got a few consensual possession captions, @JackedPinata64 I’ll try to put out a few new ones soon though now that I know someone would appreciate them.

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For the rest of the cruise, my husband treated me like a queen. He wined me, dined me, kept me entertained and laughing through the whole week. He also fucked me every day in my own body and never asked me to hop anyone the whole time, not even the busty cleaning lady that had even me doing a double take. Because of his restraint, and because I love the guy so much, I decided to hop that cleaning lady on our last day before we had to disembark. I was already inside her when he walked into our cabin. I had her completely naked and was stepping out of the shower. I acted embarrassed as I ran my hands over her slippery skin. “Sorry to surprise you like this, sir. I’ve noticed how handsome you are when I come to clean your room. I’m quite jealous of your wife. If you don’t think she’s coming back for awhile, maybe you’d let me fuck you. You could start by sliding your cock between my big tits, if you’re into that sort of thing. And then I’d let you put it in any hole you want.” I turned her butt in my hubby’s direction and ran a finger up and down the crack. “I recommend my ass. It’s nice and tight.” His smile lit up the room. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” he said sweetly as he began shedding his clothes. I smirked and said, “You took me on a cruise, dummy.”

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My husband loves big boobs, which is a problem, cause I’m a B cup. Unfortunately, my husband also knows that I’m a bodyhopper. We took advantage of that fact the first few years of our marriage, but now I only do it for special occasions like his birthday. Then he got the idea of taking me on a cruise. I thought it was a sweet romantic getaway, but as he began eyeballing all the women around us with D cups and above, I began to suspect ulterior motives. But he HAD taken me on a fantastic getaway. So that first night, I hopped a woman that I know had caught his eye, and brought her to our cabin. As soon as he knew it was me, he yanked her top off and began roughly massaging this massive chest. I’d forgotten how passionate he gets over a set of large breasts. “Roger, just cause you took me on a cruise doesn’t mean I’ll hop every busty woman on this ship. This is the only one you get, do go on, get it out of your system. Honestly dear, I wish you didn’t know you I was a hopper somedays.”

My goldigging trophy wife Brianna left me. She and my spoiled stepdaughter, Britney, walked out of my extravagant house yesterday with as much stuff as they could carry. I know she’ll be back for a lot more though, because I’d been too captivated by her wiles to have her sign a prenup. Thankfully, I know a specialized service that can help with this sort of unfortunate circumstance. It’s a prostitution ring that employs bodyhopping women. For a price, they’ll hop your wife or girlfriend and then do all the kinky shit that they would never do. I put in a request for two of their best. The next night, while I was lounging peacefully on my couch, my soon to be ex wife walked back in to my house. She seemed like she was on a mission. She came right up to me, took off her pants, and sat on my face. “You eat pussy so good John. Please make me cum with that wonderful tongue of yours. While you do, my daughter will suck you off. Come join us Britney.” Per my earlier instructions, Britney came in, her blonde hair in pigtails. She took off my pants, then removed her shirt, showing off those boobs that so look like her mom’s. She giggled and said, “I love it when Mommy lets me suck your cock, Daddy.” I paid extra for the hopper her to say that, right before my stepdaughter’s mouth began to eagerly lick and suck me like a true professional was behind the wheel. How does this taboo mother daughter sex romp help me keep my fortune? Simple. I recorded it. All of it. And this is just the first few minutes. You wouldn’t believe what I had mom and daughter do next. I can’t wait to show them.