Someday all dressing rooms will be made this way...

Wilma let her fingers play across her stomach, as she slowly meandered them toward their ultimate destination, her sopping cunt. In a place deep in her mind she knew she didn’t use such words to swear let alone describe her, well describe her body but here she was thinking that way, also she was right handed why was she suddenly favouring her left. Her left hand arrived at it’s destination, slowly skirting the opening of the suit. Wilma lifted her head to get a better view of her encased body and smiled, lewdly. Her body shone inky black, light reflecting off the sheer material her body lifted and sculpted by its constricting embrace. Her attention was taken by her now black toe nails that had previously been a light pink; her finger nails were slightly longer and also the same black colour. She filed that observation away and got back to the job in hand, or soon to be hands; she was going to cum her fucking brains out. If this was what being a Vorvon was like then she was sold on the prospect of sloughing off her body, shedding her humanity and embracing a new existence as a different and superior species. And she couldn’t wait.

Wilma’s left hand was now slowly tracing around her lower lips almost gently, then it seemed like it had had enough of that softly softly nonsense and it plundered her snatch making her gasp as Wilma skillfully bought herself closer and closer, carefully edging around the precipice of orgasm. She suddenly moved her right hand from her tits down her body and reached around her shapely arse. She was an anal virgin, never thought of even exploring this aspect of sexual behaviour with anyone or herself but she lubed her fingers with some of her leaking juices and in a state of sexual euphoria probed her anus slowly, gently then pushed hard, her hole swallowing two fingers. Her eyes burst open, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she shook with pleasure. She moved her fingers in and around both her holes as she came she screamed loudly, the orgasm rolled throughout her body reaching highs she had never before experienced and she needed more much more.

She lay now on the floor of the pod, riding another peak of the best orgasm she had ever had. Her hands gently roved her stomach and breasts as she realised she needed more than her fingers, she needed cock, she needed it in her mouth in her cunt and up her arse.

“It’s a shame that you can’t do more little dressing pod” she thought as she slowly tenderly stroked the pod floor, visions of sex in her mind.

Suddenly the pod rippled and sprang into action it pinned her hands to the floor pulling her arms wide, her legs were gripped and spread, her back lifted a little off the floor. Wilma looked around panicking, wondering what was happening, she didn’t have to wait long to find out. Three large phallic tendrils emerged from the floor two moving to her sex and arse the other toward her face. Wilma smiled opening her mouth in invitation, this pod was awesome she thought as her holes were filled.