Uninvited Guests

Alyssa and I were killing it with the sexy sports entertainment business. So much so, there was a waiting list and even talk of taking on some extra help to handle the bookings. The main thing was Alyssa could relax about her family's medical bills and even begin to think about her own future.

I think I was working harder now and putting in more hours than when I had a regular job. I remember reading somewhere that entrepreneurs hardly ever take a break. That thought made me laugh to myself, the thought of me being an entrepreneur. I had been out looking for sports stuff all day and was feeling weary, so I decided to head back to the apartment.

As I opened the front door, I could hear the TV on, so I figured Valerie had finished up early. She had been working from home more and more lately, clearly unhappy with her job and the office environment. Maybe we could make enough money from the sports thing so she didn't have to work full time.

I breezed into the living room about to give my lover a kiss on the neck when I notice something was off. Sitting on the couch was a woman with her back to me watching the TV and feeding herself chips. Her hair was blonde, curly, and big. Way too big for Valerie and I didn’t recognise the dress.

As I walked around to the front of the couch, I saw Valerie’s face and the pleading look she gave me.

“Help!” she said almost inaudibly. At the same time, a croaky old man’s voice appeared to come from behind her.

“Hi honey. Glad you’re home. Burt sends his love; you just missed him.”

I stared at Valerie and started to take in the details. Valerie was wearing a 50’s style summer dress with a big boofy skirt, plunging neckline and sexy nylons. Her legs were crossed showing off her bright red heels. Her hands were holding a bowl of chips, but she put them to one side and brushed her hands together, then flicked some crumbs off her lap. Only they clearly weren't her hands. The hands and arms occupying the sleeves of her dress were skinny, old and wrinkled. The hands wore a few rings and the nails were painted bright red, but they did not belong to a gorgeous woman in the prime of her life.

“What the hell is going on?” I shouted, rage building inside.

“Steady tiger. I’m just borrowing your mount here for a while. Burt said it was cool.”

“BURT! What the fuck…. No, don’t bother. Valerie. Are you OK? Can’t you get away from this guy?”

“No” she whimpered. “I’m bound to him in here, my arms are stuck in the corset that is holding our bodies together. Please get me out of this!”

This was a whole new ballgame. When Burt had hopped Valerie in the past, all I could do was negotiate with him to come out on his own. But this guy must be skinny as a rake. The dress that he and Valerie were wearing couldn’t be more than a few sizes up from her regular clothes. From the front, it was only the mismatched hands and the way to boofy hair that gave him away.

“OK fella. Games over.” I said as I moved in closer.

‘Valerie-plus-one’ started to get up. They managed it with surprising grace. This guy had clearly done this a few times before. As she stood, a second pair of legs appeared underneath her, again wearing silky stockings and red heels, but decidedly scrawnier.

“Now look!” The disembodied voice said while pointing a finger at me. “I had a deal with Burt. I’ve got this ride for the week. I paid him handsomely for this and no one is gonna take it away from me!” the old man’s voice was trembling at the end of his little tirade.

Now that Valerie was standing in front of me, I could just make out a small face peering out of the blonde curls that covered both Valerie’s head and his.

“This? It? Holy shit, that’s a woman you’re talking about, not an object!” My rage was burning now. Valerie was keeping very quiet but looked absolutely terrified as her arms flailed about in front of her.

“I’m stopping this right now.” I moved to grab the man's arm, but out of nowhere a blade appeared and was thrust up to Valerie's neck.

“Woah! Woah! Hold on, there’s no need to hurt anyone.” I said backing away.

“I’m not giving this up! I can’t! You have no idea!” The man was clearly losing it. “I just need to feel like a woman again, just for a little longer, please…” The old man was sobbing now. He and Valerie fell back onto the couch with a yelp from Valerie’s mouth.

“OK. Ok. Easy. Who are you and what is this all about?” I tried to sound calmer than I was feeling, but seeing Valerie with a knife at her throat was too much to risk angering this guy anymore. It looks like I was going to have to negotiate Valerie out of this one as well.

The sobbing subsided a little as I heard a sniffle and what appeared to be Valerie’s left hand reached into her cleavage, pull out a tissue and then disappear into the hair by her neck. There was the sound of a nose being blown and sniffling.

“Steve,” a very quiet croaky voice said. “I’m Steve .... and I was like you once. But I burned out and now this is all I’ve got…” he said gesturing down at Valerie's body with his free hand.

I was shocked. Burned out? The thought of not being able to hop a body, especially my Valerie, whenever I wanted hadn’t occurred to me. I felt my knees going weak. I sat down heavily in the chair opposite taking in what the old man had said. I looked up and saw the wide eyes of my love and the **** look of concern on her face. Shit. I can’t let her think I’m on his side now.

I gathered my wits and said, “Wow. That’s brutal, for sure. I think I can understand where you are coming from. But this is where Burt and I disagree. You see. I love the woman that you are currently puppeting and I’m guessing you jumped in there without asking her. If you drop the knife and let her go, I promise I will work something out for you.”

“Like what?” came the croaky old response.

“I’ll get you someone you can puppet for a week and they will know all about it from the start. You might not believe this, but it’s way better when they are enjoying it as well.”

“It was fine until Burt dismounted her and left. Your lady here couldn’t complain when he was inside.”

“That’s kind of my point. Has it been that much fun with what amounts to a hostage strapped in front of you?”

“No…” Steve replied reluctantly. “But how can I trust you?”

“For one thing, I want to know more about you and how you burned out. Beyond that, I give you my word.”

I could see Valerie blinking back tears. The tension in the room was electric. Then Steve dropped his arm to his side and placed the knife on the couch.

“OK. I think I must be getting soft, but I’m guessing you will do anything for this sweet ride. What did you say her name was? Valerie? Thanks for the use of your body. You have great boobs…”

It took a few minutes to get their dress and corset off, but once freed Valerie gave me the biggest hug.

“I’m so sorry!” she sobbed. “Burt jumped me when I answered the door this morning. I thought it was you coming back for something and you’d forgotten your keys. It was literally just after you left. You can guess the rest...”

“Hey, silly. You don’t have to be sorry. And I don’t need to guess, we have the security cameras now, remember? I’ll look at them later; I want to be sure I know what Burt did for the next time I see him.”

“Security cameras? Burt didn’t say anything about being on film.” Said a sad-looking Steve.

“That’s ‘cos he didn’t know. Go put some clothes on and I’ll run you through my idea. As for you, young lady, how about you go take a shower and clean up?”

With Valerie occupied for a while, I got my laptop and started to review the files. It was evening now and Burt might return any minute. I had to know what he had done.

I quickly found the spot where I went out this morning. Sure enough, Burt and Steve appeared at the front door about a minute after I had left. Burt melted into Valerie almost as soon as she opened the door. She had no chance. There was no discussion…

“Oh man this feels good!” Burt’s voice said through Valerie’s mouth. “Brian got himself a sweet ride, that’s for sure. And I do believe I have some sexy underwear on under this robe! Go get your stuff set up. I’m going to get reacquainted with this great body and warm things up for you.”

I switched cameras to see Steve with a large holdall head to the spare room and Valerie heading into our bedroom, her hips swaying in a very exaggerated manner.

In the bedroom Burt had shucked off the dressing gown and was lying on the bed, half propped up by a couple of pillows.

“Oh Brian, why did you have to leave so early my love? I’m so horny, what is a girl to do?” Burt was now using Valerie’s voice as he teased her nipples with one hand and slid the other down to her rapidly moistening slit.

I could see Valerie's hands cupping her breasts, licking the fingers of one hand as she circled her nipples coaxing them ever more erect.

“Man, I’d forgotten how great these tits are.” Brian’s voice was back. “This pussy is pretty tight for a milf, but the feeling from these boobs is incredible.”

Burt pleasured himself for a few minutes, rolling and writhing on the bed with what must have been wave after wave of orgasm. Then the scrawny figure of Steve appeared in the doorway.

“Hey, when do I get to saddle up?” he whined.

“Get your bony little ass over here and fuck me first. Don’t you want to dip your horrible little wick in this?” Burt said as pointed theatrically to his own sopping pussy.

“If you insist, but I want to do you from behind so I can get settled. I need to be up her ass for the binding piece.”

“You are a sick puppy, Steve. But I have all your money now and I did promise you something sweet for the week.” Burt rolled Valerie over onto all fours with her butt at the edge of the bed. Steve grabbed a pair of heels to gain enough height and began thrusting into Burt’s pussy from behind.

“Oh yeah! That’s amazing! Deeper, deeper! Oh fuck! I’m gonna.... Ooooh.... Aaahhh... Fuck that feels good!” Burts hand reached down to his clit and was rubbing furiously. Steve looked like he might have a heart attack with the exertion, his face bright red and beaded with sweat.

“Enough!” Steve yelled. “ I need to stay hard for this. Don’t make me blow my load now, I want to enjoy her body. You know that’s what really get’s me off. It's OK for you, you get it all.”

Burt fell forward onto the bed, laughing. “OK old man. Let’s get you all dressed up.”

I watched in fascination as Steve positioned himself and Valerie’s body tightly together and then began to bind their torsos with a flesh-coloured corset. Valerie’s arms were indeed trapped by her side, not able to move.

“Why do you need her arms inside like this?” asked Burt.

“It makes the line of the dress look more natural, like my arms are really hers. I must make this look as realistic as possible. You must understand that, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” replied Burt. Although you could almost see the thought forming in his twisted mind that this gave him an escape route. “How’d you come up with this idea, anyway?” Burt asked.

“I was at a comedy club, drowning my sorrows when this improv group came on. They did this Helping Hands routine with a guy who stood behind this absolute babe. She held her arms tight behind her back and he shoved his arms through her armpits. They were both wearing the same white shirt, so it really looked like they were her hands. And boy did he go to town on her! When I saw him adjusting her clothes, flicking her hair back, scratching her nose and then cupping her breasts it dawned on me I could do that. It wouldn’t be the same as being inside, but it was a glimmer of hope. But it’s not so easy to get chicks to agree to role-play that exact scenario when you look like I do.”

“Makes sense. So you’ve been working your way around the hopper community lining up mounts for your own helping hands routines ever since, eh?”

“Yeah. I called in a few favours, but they soon ran out. But I’m addicted to it. I had to keep doing it. That’s when I had to start paying for the fix. And you’ve got all the spare cash I had, so I’m going to enjoy this week, like no other.”

“OK old man, enough of the sob story. It’s just business. Now let’s get dressed. I know you’re eager to get into being this ride.”

Steve’s hands put stockings on his own legs and then Valerie’s. He slid satin panties up both sets of legs and then stepped into the dress. Its cut meant that Valerie’s breasts were neatly cradled and easily accessible, so no bra. They moved out of sight for a few moments, returning to the living room now with the big blonde wig covering Steve but Valerie’s smiling face clearly visible. Valerie sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. The sound of the TV meant I could no longer pick up exactly what was being said, but the video clearly showed Steve’s hands playing with Valerie's hair, adjusting her dress around her breasts or over her thighs. Occasionally a hand would slip inside her cleavage and fondle a breast. I could make out that Burt was playing along with the facial expressions Valerie was making, along with some generally appreciative noises.

This went on for some time and I started to scroll forward through the video. Then Steve got up and moved to the kitchen. He prepared some food, again with lots of touching of Valerie’s body and the hair that concealed the old man. They sat at the table to eat, again the gentle fondling of a boob or a hand drifting between Valerie’s legs. Then returned to the couch. Then I saw Burt dismount Valerie as her face glazed over and her eyes closed. Burt reformed behind the couch and he was dressed back in his original clothes by the time Steve noticed Valerie was asleep. He leapt up to try and stop Burt from leaving, but the younger man just gave him a cheery wave and called out “See ya later pops! This is all too tame for me, I’m going to find some proper action.”

The slammed door seemed to wake Valerie as she struggled to get her arms free. The look of confusion on her face, turned to horror as Steve raised his hands and said, “Looks like it’s just you and me now babe…”

I guess it was all fairly innocent and just a little sad that Steve had to resort to this to get his kicks. I was sure of one thing though. I was going to get even with Burt, come hell or high-water.