Chimerae

NOTE: This story has been previously published on another site.

The rideshare let me out in front of the entrance of the GeneMaxx building, and I took a moment to adjust the strap of the duffel bag I was carrying. I was enjoying the last few moments of viewing the world from something approaching average height. As I entered the lobby, I clocked Reggie and the other security guard on duty scoping me out. It was hard to blame them, since I was a tall, curvy redhead with big tits and thick thighs. I had my badge ready for the scanner, and Reggie lifted an eyebrow when my ID details filled his monitor.

"This is a new look for you," he observed, as a small smile broke the impassive look he usually sported. He was an aging, muscular black man, and over my time coming and going from the building, I'd come to recognize he was a pretty decent guy.

"Yeah," I replied. "Client request."

He nodded in understanding. Reggie was one of the more senior guards at GeneMaxx, so he was used to seeing people like me turn up with unfamiliar faces.

"You're clear to go up," he told me. I thanked him and headed to the elevator bank, swiping my badge to access a car that would take me to an employee-only floor.

I took a couple of deep breaths when the doors closed. I wasn't looking forward to what was coming, any more than I had at any time over the past four years. As the elevator started to rise, my mind drifted for a moment, thinking of how I'd ended up working for GeneMaxx.

In the late 2030s, COVID -- long thought conquered due to vaccines -- came roaring back with a vengeance, throwing deadly new variants and precipitating a new pandemic. Scientists attacked the novel variants with newly minted mRNA technology, but it didn't go exactly as they'd foreseen. For a small percentage of the global population -- the actual figure was 0.001%, which is something like 90,000 victims, the majority of them in North America -- the mRNA vaccines caused a terrifying genetic flux.

Most of the victims died as their bodies mutated and twisted in agonizing ways. For the rest of us "lucky" survivors, a treatment was found that allowed us to continue living. The problem was that it didn't leave us unscathed or unchanged. Each of us became a genetic chimera, a strange mix of differing DNA. Most chimerae remained in a state of genetic flux, requiring regular treatments that changed our bodies each time.

GeneMaxx wasn't the only company that provided treatment. They were just the most affordable, in a sense. It turned out that chimerae were highly in demand for discriminating and wealthy clients, especially type 4s like me, whose DNA was in a high state of flux. Each treatment was an opportunity for the company to rewrite my genetics, transforming my body into whatever a client was willing to pay for. And let me just tell you, there are some really rich fucks out there willing to pay for some pretty sick shit.

The elevator slowed to a halt, and the door slid open. The receptionist at the desk smiled widely as she recognized me.

"Hi, Tommi!" she welcomed me. "They're waiting for you in Lab B. Go on back."

"Thanks, Brianna," I replied. I navigated my way through a set of corridors to Lab B. One of the lab techs, Angela, was waiting for me in the antechamber. Her hair was a brilliant shade of vermilion shot through with black streaks; her hair color changed almost every time I saw her, and I'd never determined whether it was dye or if she was a chimera herself.

"Tommi, right on time," she greeted me. "Go ahead and strip down and we'll get the infusion going."

"What's my next assignment?"

"No request at the moment, so we're just going to put you to baseline."

I nodded and started taking off my clothes, folding them up and putting them inside the duffel bag. Once I was naked, I followed Angela into the actual lab, where the infusion table waited. It looked like a padded bed, with a deep cutout in the approximate shape of a human body. I climbed in, and the tech hooked up the sensors. She ran a quick scan to check my DNA's condition.

"You're looking all right," she told me. "Genetic drift is within expectations between treatments."

That was good. If there was too much genetic drift, very bad and painful things could happen to my body. When I first came down with COVID-C, I'd ended up in an intensive care unit with agonizing sores opening up all over me. I'd never have chosen the life of a genetically programmed sex worker, but it beat the alternative.

With my scan done, Angela ran a couple of IV's, one in each arm. One of these was an anesthetic, since chimeric transformation of the body was far from a painless process. The other was the treatment itself, the preventative that kept me from random, monstrous mutations. The anesthetic took hold quickly, and I felt my eyelids grow heavy.

"See you on the other side," murmured Angela.

*

I came out of the anesthesia shivering and covered in a cold sweat. Angela helped me out of the table -- much larger now, from my perspective -- and led me to the in-lab shower so I could clean up. I stepped gladly into the warm water and soaped up, rubbing the body wash over myself with a mesh loofa. I left my hair alone; no way was I going to take the time to blow-dry it here at the lab.

Angela was helpfully waiting with a big, fluffy towel when I finished. I saw her eyes flick downward, just for an instant. I was used to that reaction from both men and women alike at this point, so I didn't blame her. After COVID-C, the base form I'd been left in was a petite, somewhat Asian-looking woman, but with a large penis. Even when flaccid, I was a little over 8 inches.

The adjustment to presenting as a cute Asian girl had been rough when GeneMaxx first stabilized me into a base form. I'd been a tall, muscular jock before the disease had its way with me. The company had a top-notch staff of psychiatrists and therapists who worked with their chimerae. I still saw a therapist once a month, usually to talk about my family, whose acceptance of the new me remained tentative. My dad in particular struggled with me being Tommi instead of Tom.

My own mental struggles were ongoing. As I'd learned since getting the disease, biology has a huge impact on mental state, self-perception, and identity. I'm not just talking about sex, although having all your sexual urges and impulses insanely amplified is not as fun as it might sound. I'm talking about more ordinary parts of life. When you go from being tall to being too short to get anything from the top shelf without help, it plays havoc with your sense of self.

After drying off, I went into my duffel bag and got out some clothes to wear home. I put on a sports bra, panties, a long t-shirt, and leggings. I had a pair of Keds in the bag. I was only 4' 9" in base form, and I often wore heels just to give myself a chance to look others in the eye. I said farewell to Angela and headed to the elevator.

Halfway down to the lobby, I felt a flush wash over me, and my cock twitched, getting half hard inside my leggings. Goddamit. About ⅓ of the time, right after a treatment, I became incredibly horny. It was a good thing I'd tucked when I got dressed, because if I hadn't, my big dick would have been clearly visible in my leggings, snaking down one of my thighs.

Reggie smiled in recognition when I walked out from the elevator bank. The other guard, a young Latino I didn't recognize, was looking at me with unabashed lust.

"Heyyy boys," I purred, batting my eyes at the Latino. Reggie shot him a look, scowling, and came out from behind the desk to gently grasp my arm.

"Tommi, why don't you let me call you a rideshare?" he asked softly.

" 'Kay," I said agreeably, admiring his muscles. The rideshare pulled up in a few minutes, and Reggie helped me into the back seat before having a word with the driver.

"Take her straight home, my man," he instructed. He really was a good egg.

By the time I was dropped off at my apartment, I was in discomfort from how hard I was. My nipples were like nails, pushing through my t-shirt. My mind was filled with a haze of arousal, and my words were a bit slurred when I thanked the driver.

My roommate, Allie, was waiting when I got inside. She frowned when she saw how flushed and sweaty I was. Allie was a pretty, willowy girl with waves of fawn-colored hair shot through with white spots. If she'd been facing away from me, I would've been able to see the bushy deer's tail she sported.

"Tell me you didn't suck off one of the guards this time?" she sighed. I shook my head, not even able to articulate words through my horniness. She took the duffel bag from me and walked me to my room.

"Come talk to me once you've taken care of things a bit, hun," she said as I closed the door to my room. I was naked in moments, sighing as I took off the sports bra and the cool air of the room hit my hard, dark nipples. My cock was at full erection, 10 inches of throbbing, uncut girl meat. I could smell my own musk as I reached into the bedside drawer for my fleshlight and a bottle of lube.

I let out a long, shuddering moan as the silicone lips parted for my cock. My hips immediately began lifting as I fucked the toy. My free hand came up and began playing with my little tits. I inhaled sharply as I squeezed and pulled at my nipples. I was panting and letting out little feminine sighs as squelching noises came from the fleshlight. After about 10 minutes, I arched my back as I shot an enormous load of cum into the toy.

I lay in my bed for a couple of minutes, then got up and went into the bathroom. I unscrewed the end of the fleshlight, removed the silicone sleeve, and ran warm water through it; then I did the same for the plastic case. I opened a drawer and took out a small bottle of antibacterial cleanser, sprayed it on all the parts, then spread them on a towel to dry.

I pulled on a thong, a comfortable pair of shorts, and a tank top, then went to find Allie. She was curled up on the living room couch with a steaming mug of tea, watching one of the weird Chinese TV shows she liked. COVID-C had turned her into a deer girl, but mostly hadn't affected her mind at all; Allie was fluent in eight or nine languages, which was why she worked from home as a translator.

"You good, or you going to hump the couch?" she grinned. I rolled my eyes at her. I was still horny, but not uncontrollably so. Allie had gotten lucky, in my opinion, because she was the rarest type of chimera, a type 0. Once she'd received the treatment for COVID-C, she was locked into her base form. She wasn't plagued by the hypersexuality most of us experienced, other than once a year when she went into heat. Beyond the annual estrus, the disease had basically left her with sexual urges and impulses turned off.

Allie brushed her long hair away from her face, revealing a small nub above her forehead. Along with the tail and the annual heat, she had antlers, or would if she didn't keep them ground down.

"No assignment?" she asked.

"No, not this time," I answered, flopping down next to her on the couch. She paused the show, and I laid my head on her lap, looking up into her huge brown eyes. She smiled and stroked my hair.

"How strong is it?" she asked, and I knew she was asking about my arousal. I considered the question for a moment.

"Mid-range," I decided. "It's not bad at the moment, now that I got my rocks off, but I'll need to go out tonight."

"Okay, sweetie," Allie replied. "Be careful."

"I will."

Allie worried about me a lot, both when I had an assignment and when I was just out looking for a hookup. I was a class 4 chimera, meaning my genetics were incredibly fluid. Many of my transformations affected my mind as well as my body, which meant I wasn't always able to make good choices, depending on the body I was in.

"I've got to check the oven," my roommate said, lifting my head gently off her lap. "I made a veggie lasagna. Will you eat before you go out?"

I nodded. I probably wouldn't be hungry, but I would eat a little lasagna because it would make Allie happy. We'd met through GeneMaxx, and became roommates because it was usually difficult for chimerae to be around normal people. We just had too many quirks, genetic and mental. Allie and I had swiftly gone from two people who were living together out of necessity to a deep friendship.

Allie took care of me when I was at my least capable, and I provided her with needed companionship. Her deer DNA impacted her mental state, and she was usually extremely skittish and anxious around people; she rarely left the apartment willingly unless she was in heat. And yes, I had on occasion provided that when she was in heat. We were bonded together, both of us needing the other for survival's sake.

*

"Hey, hot stuff!" greeted Mal, the bouncer working the door at Omnis.

"Hi, Mal!" I stood way, way up to kiss him on the cheek, my tits pressing against his enormous bicep. I looked him up and down, but didn't feel any spark at the sight of him tonight. I'd hooked up with Max a few times; he'd once spent close to two hours with his lips wrapped around my dick.

"How's the crowd tonight?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"Mostly the usual. There's a couple looking around, never seen 'em before."

"Thanks, Mal."

I looked down from the entry landing into the main room. Omnis catered to a pretty broad range of patrons: the omnisexual, the pansexual, the multisexual, the bisexual, and queers and straits of every shade. It was also known as a safe place for chimerae to hang out or find a partner for the night. I could spot a couple of them from where I was.

I took the stairs down to the main floor, scoping out the crowd on the dance floor. As I was heading to the main bar, a tall, muscular black guy addressed me.

"Hey, Tommi, what's shaking, gurl?" he asked. I was reasonably sure I'd never seen him before, so I took a closer look. He gave me a sly grin. I still wasn't sure at first who he was, but once I saw his eyes I knew.

"Aria?" I asked.

"How do you always know?" was the laughing response, as s/he flashed a set of very white teeth.

"Damn, have I ever seen you male before this?" I asked.

"No, this was the first time. It's a two-month assignment, too."

"Whaaat?" I asked. "Spill."

"Some film production company's footing the bill. I'm a body double for one of the actors. They're not even expecting me to fuck, can you believe it?"

"Ohmigod, that is a dream job!" I exclaimed.

"Right?" s/he chuckled. "Listen, my girlfriend is waiting at the table. It was good seeing you."

We embraced quickly, and then I resumed my journey towards the bar. The tattooed, dreadlocked girl behind the counter winked at me when I pushed my way through the crowd.

"Hi, Mabel!" I yelled.

"Hey, sweetie!" she called back. About a year ago, I'd come out of a session at GeneMaxx fully female and -- as it turned out -- a very submissive lesbian. Mabel had taken me home, made me eat her pussy for hours, and then fucked me senseless with a strap-on. I knew she was always hoping my latest treatment would give me a vag again so we could have a repeat.

"What can I get you?" she asked, and I thought about it for a moment. My taste in cocktails could vary widely depending on what a treatment had done to my taste buds.

"Can you do me a French Martini?"

She laughed and nodded. "I guess you're topping tonight?"

I snorted.

"We'll see."

"Well, don't look now, but I think at least one of them hopes you will."

Mabel nodded towards one end of the bar, and I took a casual look. There was a couple down at the other end; there was nothing casual or subtle about the look they were giving me. The man raised a glass to me when he saw me looking.

Both of them wore very expensive-looking clothes, well above standard club outfits. He was tall and well-muscled beneath his suit, and his abs showed through the tight, black t-shirt he wore. He was handsome in a rugged way, and I wondered what he was packing between his legs. My gaze focused on the woman, and I felt a flutter in my stomach. She had a long, lithe body, wrapped in a shimmery green mermaid dress so translucent I could see the lines of her body. She licked her lips as she gave me a hungry look.

I looked back at Mabel, who gave me a wide grin as she flicked the hand holding a shaker.

"They're not waiting on me, Tommi," she said. I laughed and picked up my drink, swaying my hips as I walked towards the waiting couple.

*

The guy was Victor, and his wife was Lisa. Victor did something that made him a lot of money. I didn't really pay attention to the details, because I couldn't take my eyes off Lisa. Up close, she was even more gorgeous, and I had almost instantly gotten half hard. She was a toucher -- as we chatted, she would brush my hand or arm, and each time I got a little more aroused. There was no way I was letting these two leave without me. After we'd been talking for a while, Victor pushed it forward.

"So, Tommi, we were wondering if you might like to come back to our home and see where that takes us?"

I gave him a slow, languid smile.

"That sounds great, but before we adjourn, I need to be upfront about something. I'm a girl with a bit of something extra, if you know what I mean."

The two of them gave each other a look, and Lisa leaned forward, her hand going to my crotch. She gave a delighted little gasp.

"Mmm. You're underplaying it, sweetie. That's more than just a bit of something extra."

Victor's eyes lit up, and I could tell he was excited.

"Shall we?" he asked.

A few minutes later, a long, sleek limo pulled up in front of Omnis, and the three of us piled into the spacious back seat. Victor confirmed with the driver where we were going -- I caught an uptown address -- then slid the opaque barrier up. Before it was even halfway up, Lisa had grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me, her tongue dancing over mine. I moaned and reached up to grab her soft, perfect tits. She moaned back at me, grabbed one of my hands, and guided it inside her dress so that I could pinch her nipple.

I felt Victor's hand on my lower back and broke from Lisa to turn around and kiss him. His hands roamed over my body, lingering on my ass. I reached into his crotch and began rubbing his dick through his pants. It felt like he was more than adequate, which spiked my arousal up a notch. As I kissed him, Lisa's hands came from behind me, roaming over my belly and up to squeeze my tits. I began panting a little bit from lust. I couldn't wait to fuck these two!

After a moment to collect ourselves and make sure we looked presentable, the limo disgorged us in front of a very swanky building. Not just one but two doormen in fancy outfits hustled to usher us inside.

"Have a pleasant evening, Mr. and Mrs. Owen," one nodded respectfully.

"Thanks, Jason," Lisa said in reply. As we waited for the elevator, her hand drifted to my ass. Inside the car, she was on me again, thrusting her tongue inside my mouth and rubbing against my crotch. Victor looked on approvingly. After a short ride, the elevator stopped. We exited into a very short hallway, tastefully decorated, which led to the entrance to their penthouse. Inside, Lisa took my purse and set it, along with hers, on a lacquered console table.

"Come on in," Victor instructed. "I'll make us some drinks. What would you like, Tommi?"

"A dirty martini, please," I answered as Lisa led me over to a big sectional sofa, where we sat close together while Victor headed for an impressive home bar set to one side of the great room. Lisa leaned in and planted soft kisses on my lips and neck, then moved down to my collarbone. She gently took hold of my dress straps and lowered them. I helped her to lower the dress further, exposing my tits. She leaned in and caught one of my nipples in her mouth, drawing a sharp inhalation from me.

"Getting started without me?" asked Victor, setting a tray with the drinks on a coffee table in front of us. He took a slug from his cocktail, set it down, and then grabbed my chin with one hand, pulling me in so he could kiss me roughly. He tasted of scotch, and I felt a shiver run through me. The drinks were ignored as the two of them began kissing and touching me all over, bringing soft cries out of me.

I stood and got out of my dress, leaving me only in a tiny silk thong. I knelt between Victor's legs. I could see his erection through his pants. With a purr, I unbuckled his belt and began pulling his pants and briefs down. His cock sprang up, hard and ready. It was a little over 7 inches, with a slight upward curve and meaty head. My mouth began watering as I scooted forward on my knees. A bead of precum welled at the tip of Victor's cock, and I stuck out my tongue to capture it. I sighed, and my belly muscles fluttered at the taste of him.

Victor's hand came to the back of my head, gently moving me forward. I hardly needed the encouragement; I was so eager to suck his dick. I took in half of it at the first gulp, moaning loudly. I began to bob on it, slurping and sucking, then letting it go completely so I could spit on it before I took the whole thing into my throat. My lips nestled in his pubic hair, and I could smell his masculine scent.

I felt Lisa's hands softly run down my back, and then she was removing my thong. As I continued to slobber on her husband's cock, I felt her move behind me. Her hand closed around my cock and my thigh muscles twitched.

"Oh my god," she said to Victor. "She's hung like a horse, hun!"

Victor nodded as he held my head against his crotch, thrusting upwards over and over. I let out a muffled groan as Lisa took me in her mouth, sucking on me ferociously and squeezing my balls gently. As Victor face fucked me, she alternated between sucking on my shaft and licking at my balls. I moaned loudly when she left this off to spread my cheeks and begin eating out my asshole.

With a shlupping sound, Victor popped his cock out of my hungry mouth, then leaned forward to kiss me. He looked past me at Lisa.

"Bedroom," was all he said. I rose shakily to my feet. Lisa had a wide, happy grin as she wiped her mouth with her hand. She took my hand and led me out of the great room, Victor padding along behind us. After a walk down a hallway hung with beautiful artwork, we entered the master bedroom. An enormous California king bed draped with a fawn-colored duvet awaited us. Lisa paused to hit a switch, and dim, tawny lighting came on. I squealed as Victor suddenly grabbed me and lifted me into his arms, only to deposit me on the bed.

I looked up at him, my cock pulsing with arousal. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Lisa stripping down. Victor smiled and kissed me roughly, then began kissing down the length of my body. When he got to my crotch, he squeezed my cock firmly, then cupped my balls. Lisa got onto the bed, straddling my face, and lowered her shaved pussy onto me. I began eating her out as she stretched herself down and took my cock between her plump lips.

I began moaning as I licked her. Victor ran his hand along Lisa's back, then delivered a firm slap on her ass. She cried out around my dick, and he slapped her again. He began rubbing along both our bodies, touching my tits or grazing my sides. Lisa was crying out, her hands on either side of my head as my tongue pushed inside her pussy, lashing the inside of her tunnel. I caught her clit between my teeth, and she screamed and thrashed as she came.

Victor gently rolled her off of me, then lay down beside me. I half turned, so his cock was resting between my ass cheeks. I turned my head so he could kiss me, and our tongues battled inside my mouth, sending erotic shocks through me. His hands engulfed my little tits, squeezing them roughly and pulling at my nipples.

"Uhn!" I exclaimed. At his direction, I rolled over onto my hands and knees. His cock waved in front of my face, and I took a long, delicious lick at it. Victor reached back and squeezed both my ass cheeks, spreading them. He looked at Lisa.

"Get her ready," he commanded. A moment later, I felt her tongue working on my tiny little asshole. I groaned as she spit on it, then dug into my hole with her tongue. Victor, one hand on his dick, moved closer, and I swallowed the head of it, working it slowly deeper in. He grunted as I worked on him, and in a moment I had swallowed his entire shaft.

"Good girl," he murmured, and I felt a flush move through me, heightening my arousal. We got into a rhythm, Victor thrusting into my mouth and my tongue dancing around his rigid pole. Lisa's hands were holding my hips, and every time he drove forward from the front, she pushed her tongue into my ass. My head was whirling with the sensations, and my nipples had tightened up so hard they hurt. When one of Lisa's hands left my hip to play with my clit, I began bucking and moaning around Victor's cock.

He slid his pole out of my mouth and moved around behind me, replacing Lisa. His hands spread my cheeks, and I felt a hot wad of his spit land on my puckered rosebud. The massive head of his dick began pressing against it, and I hissed as the first inch or so pushed into my sphincter. Victor pushed forward relentlessly, inch by inch; Lisa was softly stroking my back, and I turned my head to kiss her. My cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum, I was so turned on.

Victor's hip bumped against my ass as he went balls deep, and let out a long, quavering moan. The slight curve of his cock aligned perfectly so that he was hitting my prostate gland. He began slowly pulling out and thrusting back in, and as his pace picked up, the sound of him slapping into my ass filled the room. He was pounding me fiercely now, and I wailed as he fucked me hard.

"Oh, yes, baby!" I cried out. "Fuck my tight little asshole!"

Lisa squirmed around beneath me and began sucking on my cock. Her lips and mouth were like a vacuum around my thick, long pole, and I quickly felt my balls begin to churn. Her hand came up to squeeze them, and I groaned.

"G-gonna cum," I warned, but she kept sucking, and I felt my cock get even harder. I stiffened as thick ropes of cum shot out of me and into her waiting mouth. I shoot huge loads -- it's common with chimerae -- and I heard her sputter as she tried to swallow it all. She crawled out from under me, her face absolutely painted with cum, and Victor kept pounding me. He picked up the pace, jackhammering into my ass, and my face was forced into the mattress. I heard him growl, and he slammed into me, then I felt his cum shoot into me like hot lava.

He withdrew, and I could barely move, lying on the bed and panting. Lisa snuggled in close to me, and my tongue came out and began licking her face, cleaning my own cum off of her. She purred happily and let me continue until her face was clean, then hugged me close.

"That was fucking hot," said Victor. He got off the bed and left the bedroom, coming back a minute later with the drinks we'd abandoned in the great room.

The three of us sat up, leaning against the plush headboard, sipping at the cocktails. Lisa's hand rested on my thigh, stroking it lightly. When we'd finished our drinks, Victor collected the empty glasses, setting them on an end table. He turned around and looked at his wife and me, cocking an eyebrow.

"Round two?" he inquired.

"Yes!" Lisa and I chorused.

*

In the morning, I woke up to find Lisa spooning me. Her tits were resting against my back while her arms were loosely draped around me. She woke up a moment later, and kissed the back of my neck, which sent a frisson of pleasure running through me. I rolled over so I was face to face with her, and we began softly kissing. I could feel myself heating up again.

"Tsk, tsk," came a voice from the door, and we looked up to see Victor leaning against the doorframe, wearing a loose set of lounge pants. He had a steaming mug of coffee in one hand.

"Not that I object to fucking first thing in the morning," he continued, "but I just made breakfast for us. Let's eat, then fuck."

He'd made a good spread: waffles, eggs, bacon, fruit and coffee. I ate a third of a waffle, a strip of bacon, and nibbled on a few grapes. I really was tiny, and I only ever ate about enough to feed a bird. The coffee was amazing, clearly some pricey gourmet stuff.

After breakfast, the three of us showered together in an immense stall that looked like it could have accommodated at least 10 people. After we'd soaped up and rinsed off, Victor sat on a built-in bench, and Lisa and I got down on our knees, sucking his cock together. When he came, he moved his dick back and forth, shooting into our open mouths and onto our faces. Lisa moved in and kissed me, and we swapped cum back and forth before we finally swallowed it, opening our mouths wide and sticking out our tongues to show Victor.

We toweled dry, and Lisa grabbed my hand, leading me back to the bed. She opened her legs, and I started licking at her pussy, getting her sopping wet. She flipped over onto all fours, looking back at me over her shoulder.

"I want that giant cock inside me, Tommi."

I sank almost completely into her on the first thrust; she was so wet. I immediately began hammering into her, grabbing her hair to pull back her head as I fucked her.

"Fuck, yes!" she cried out happily. "Do me with your big cock, you fucking slut."

I pounded her doggystyle for probably 10 minutes, grabbing at her hanging breasts and smacking her ass. Then I flipped her over so she could wrap her long legs around me, pulling me into her even tighter as I continued to thrust into her over and over. At one point I looked over and saw that Victor had seated himself in an easy chair across the room and was masturbating as he watched me bang his wife.

With a shout, I came inside Lisa, my cum gushing out around my dick. When I pulled out of her, a flood of my cum and her pussy juices flowed out. She looked up at me happily, eyes still glazed with arousal, and smiled.

After another shower, I got dressed, and both of them kissed me goodbye. Lisa slipped a little card with her phone number into my hand and urged me to call anytime I was looking for some fun. I took the elevator down to the lobby; Victor had called a limo to drive me home. One of the doormen smiled and tipped his hat to me respectfully on my way out.

In the back of the limo, I yawned widely. We had definitely not gotten much in the way of sleep last night. I was tired and sore in a good way, and my horniness had been beaten down for a while. The limo driver opened the door for me when we arrived at my building, and wished me a good morning.

It was quiet in the apartment when I let myself in, although I could hear the slight murmur of Allie's voice from her room, which meant she was working. I went into my bedroom and started taking off my dress when my phone rang. I looked at the ID, saw "GENEMAXX," and frowned.

"This is Tommi," I answered.

"Good morning, gorgeous!" came the voice of Janna Wilson. She was my handler for the company. Technically, her job title was "agent," but she might as well use "pimp," given what she actually did.

"Hi, Janna," I replied.

"We have an assignment for you."

I sighed and started pulling out fresh clothing.