(NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM VCHRIS1989.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED F
(NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGNALLY FROM VCHRIS1989.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES)My parents were out of town for the weekend. It wasn’t unusual since they both worked, but this time on their usual note they told me to expect a painter to stop by to freshen up the color in a few rooms. I wasn’t expecting anyone particularly interesting, but when I opened the door I struggled to keep my cool and not get hard in front of this stranger. As soon as I got to my room, I relaxed myself and used my control over astral projection to separate my astral body. It would be challenging to take a conscious host, especially one who was so masculine and rugged, but I had to have him! I made a mad dash around the house. Not finding him, I floated out to his van where I saw him inside getting his supplies ready. i couldn’t wait for an opportune moment. I needed to get inside that sexy ass man ASAFP! “What the hell!!!” he hollered out as I rushed at his back, slipping into him in one fluid motion. “aaaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhh Fuckin’— Ahhhhhhhhh GOD!” the man groaned as he collapsed onto the seat of his van, trembling and convulsing, muscles bulging and tensing as he fought with all his might to force me out and keep control over his body. We struggled like this for at least five minutes–in fact he almost pushed me out several times, but I was not about to give up when my lust was so powerful. I finally aligned myself inside him, connecting with his nervous system and taking control of every cell of his body. Every muscle in his body tensed from head to toe and he shrieked in defiance one last time before convulsing and spasming, finally relaxing as I opened my eyes and smiled in satisfaction as I had managed to possess the painter. I immediately got hard and wasted no time unbuttoning this man’s pant’s and whipping out his meat. “Ohhhhh yeah fucking long and thick meat you got,” I moaned as I pumped this man, getting a situational high from controlling him and pleasuring his body in the back of his own van. “You put up a pretty good fight, but you couldn’t keep a boy like me out,” I moaned as I felt up his toned and solid core and pecs. “Fuck you’ve got such a strong body, man. That’s what I wanted–to enter you, to fill you, and control you…” I groaned with a smile as I enjoyed hearing the man’s deeper and more rugged voice leave my mouth. This went on for at least half an hour. Just non-stop pumping until finally I felt myself getting close. I whipped out his phone and propped it so I could record myself milking his cock all over his strong torso and eating up the evidence. If you haven’t already, go watch the video and watch me milk that painter’s cock. When I left his body he probably wondered why he lost half an hour and why he felt so relaxed while he worked, but I’ll always know. I managed to send myself the video as evidence before deleting the proof on his phone. Lucky me, he’ll be back tomorrow as well! -- source link