Tracy's corruption

Moaning with contentment, Tracy thrust her left hand between her thighs, removing her skirt and panties and starting to rub her wet pussy. Shamelessly she finger fucked and sucked hard cock at the same time.

Her mouth was stretched to bursting, contorted obscenely as she struggled to accommodate Dion’s massive fuckmeat. Tracy bobbed her head, her brown tresses bouncing on her shoulders, urgently fucking her mouth with his cock. She moaned and gurgled around his pulsating cock, enjoying the fact that she could gradually take more of it into her throat and mouth, while Dion periodically blasted her throat and stomach with jets of precum. She could sense his impending orgasm, hoping that it could relieve him.

“He didn’t deserve release yet, he could give you more pleasure if you don’t let him cum now.” Tracy popped the big, wet cock out of her mouth, panting as the mysterious voice was resonating in her mind. She didn’t understand it was the Idol speaking to her, that it could be possible thanks to her corruption. She began to slowly stroke his cock and once more wedged his cockhead into her mouth, teasing and caressing it with her unusually sensitive tongue. Saliva and precum mixed and dripped from her lips, trailing down his cock and slickening her grip on him. Slowing her ministrations, she felt the pressure in her husband’s cock decrease a bit. She could play with this incredible cock more she thought, she deserved it and Dion’s final release would be better. « Yes, » the deep voice in her mind said, « Fuck him, use him, dominate him ».

Releasing his cock, she straddled him. Her blouse fell to the floor, drenched with a mix of saliva and precum. Dion felt lightheaded and his cock throbbed hungrily, slapping against his belly as he stared at his wife. For a moment, Tracy stood before him in nothing but bra and panties, her slightly chubby frame exposed to his avid gaze. Her tits strained against the confines of her bra, looking firmer and bigger than before. She wore a pair of dark panties stretched taut against her hip, encasing her dripping pussy. She removed her bra and panties, moaning as her hands caressed her cunt, not noticing the unusual loss of pubic hair. Entranced by his wife, Dion began to stroke his cock. "Don't do that," she said in a dominant tone, licking her lips. "That's my job." Dion nodded dumbly and released his dick. Her right hand then moved to the base of his massive tool, pulling it upwards, her hot and moist sex just an inch or two above the tip. Drops of Tracy’s girlcum dripped onto Dion’s shaft. Slowly, she lowered her body onto his cock, her expression contorting into one of both agony and ecstasy. The duo moaned with pleasure as more and more cock filled Tracy’s spasming cunt. There was a glimmer of pain, but it was swallowed quickly as she felt filled more fully than she had ever been. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him, her folds expanding around it. “Oh god! Fuck it feels incredible,” she gasped, unable to understand how she could engulf so much cock into her tiny cunt. Brushing lightly a hand against her clit was enough to make her orgasm, flooding her depths with lubrication that eased the passage of his elephantine tool.

She felt completely depraved now, unable to suppress her constant craving to fuck with her husband. Her pussy was sucking and spasming uncontrollably now, constantly nursing around the huge, belly-probing stiffness of his cock. Dion lay motionless on the couch, staring at his wife in wonder. Riding him, she began to caress her breasts with both hands, moaning as she felt them becoming fuller and firmer. The dark voice was still talking to her, pushing her to become bolder, sluttier, to use her husband for her pleasure. Nice, caring thoughts were gradually replaced by lewd, sinful thoughts. Each time it happens the Idol rewarded her with a small burst of pleasure, promising more if she embraces her inner slut.

"Come here," she moaned, one hand reaching out behind Dion, pulling his head onto her tit. Instinctively, his lips fastened around the fleshy nub, sucking and licking hungrily at it. "Mmmmmmm!" she moaned with pleasure, shaking uncontrollably as the first delicious contact sent electric-like shocks streaking through every part of her flesh. "Oooooh... so good... mmmm .. so fuckin' good!" Gradually she started to increase the pace of her hips, wiggling and humping like a bitch in heat, frantically fucking her tight, wet pussy onto her husband’s cock.

"Fuck me, Dion!" she said, the intensity of her sinful desire becoming more apparent, she was feeling increasingly frustrated, her husband laying on the couch, his hips barely moving, letting her do all the work. Dion never was a very good lover but she realized that despite his humongous dick he was still not enough for her.

"I said fuck me Dion! I’m awfully horny now! Fuck me, fuck me good and hard!"

By then Tracy was humping like a sex-starved machine, her growing tits bouncing and quivering on Dion’s face as she pistoned her pussy onto his prick. Dion tried to match his wife's rhythm but he was too weak to do so. Dion looked at her with need. A look that momentarily turned into shock as he tasted drops of Tracy’s milk. His hazed mind didn’t realize his wife’s corruption as he sucked hard to get more of her tasty milk. At the same time he felt his cock spasm and grown into his wife’s cunt, the red-skinned cock pulsating and moving inside like it had a mind of its own.

"FUCK YES! That's good Dion! Unngh! Oh, shit, more, GIVE ME MORE!" Tracy howled, gasping and squealing as her pussy spasmed uncontrollably around his big cock.

Glancing at a nearby mirror, Tracy gasped at what she saw. Gone was the chubby, tired woman. Staring at her was a gorgeous seductress fucking her submissive husband turned fucktoy. Her figure had deflated into the body of a pornstar; the few streaks of gray in her hair were gone while her dull brown hair was now a mane of darkening locks; her large breasts which had sagged a little due to age were now huge and firm milk-filled mounds of flesh which were worshipped by her husband’s mouth. The wasp waist that now defined her figure flared out into wide hips that supported her irresistible ass.

“It’s your body now, but you could get so much more, eternal youth, greater body, power and pleasure beyond your wildest dreams…” The Idol’s voice resonating again in her head. “Reject your previous life, discard your useless morals and inhibitions, become the sinful whore you’re meant to be and use your pathetic husband to spread my gift”.