Toys

I only possessed Mr. Douglas so I could change my midterm score. I was doing fine before the midterms, but then he just had to dump us on one hell of a complicated exam. His excuse? He just felt like it. He woke up one day to make a miserable afternoon for his forty students. I would’ve let it go if I wasn’t so pissed at my recent breakup with my boyfriend. That test was the final straw that broke the camel’s back.

Once classes were over, I ambushed him on his way to his car. I wanted to make my possession as uncomfortable and painful as possible. I did my goals well because my sides hurt like hell when I woke up in his body. I drove to his house. I wanted to make my plans quick. I would’ve finished if I didn’t see his massive collection of sex toys on display at his home office. I’ve seen my fair share of collections from the bodies I possessed but holy fuck! Mr. Douglas takes collecting to a whole new level. He has two walls filled from floor to ceiling with boxes of sex toys. They ranged from miniature dildos to life-like vibrating fleshlights with 20+ diverse moans of men. What’s strange, however, was that they weren’t open. They still had their protective tape protecting the box they were encased in. It’s sad that he collected this magnificent repertoire, and he didn’t even get to use one. I mean… I don’t get it. Why would he collect these if he didn’t want to use them?

Questions remained unanswered and will stay so.

Too bad for Mr. Douglas, changing my grades wasn’t enough to quench my thirst for payback. I ripped open what seemed to be the first among his collection – a plastic fleshlight with a textured inside surface. I stripped my clothing, and my jaws dropped when I found a G-String as my underwear.

“Mr. Douglas… What a naughty fuck you are…,” I said in Mr. Douglas’ voice. “I love it!”

With a lube I found inside a cabinet, I squirted it on my groin and the fleshlight. Slowly, I pushed the fleshlight down on my amazingly sensitive hard-on. Mr. Douglas must have been edging for days, and that must be why he was pissed today. All this pressure was swelling for days, and he required another avenue to release it. I moved the fleshlight ever so slowly. I could feel the rounded beads massage my shaft and see the translucent shadow of my dick moving inside. I– I never even thought Mr. Douglas could be this naughty.

With my sanity still intact, my hand leaped for the shelf and opened another box. It’s a miniature vibrator – and surprisingly, it still had a working battery inside. I shafted the entire thing inside my anus and felt my body jump from the pang of pleasure that stabbed me from everywhere.

“Fu- Fuck! I didn’t expect you to be a virgin, holy shit. I- I’m so sensitive.”

Both hands manipulated the sex toys with ease and care. Although, there were times when the pleasures overtook me, and I would lose my grip. I had to take a breather before setting my sights on the prize. I piled the vibrator deep inside me and pushed the maximum setting. It’s like someone doused me on fire from the inside out when I pressed the button. My innards were put into a blender, and the resulting mush of pleasures emanated as a moan that filled the private office. At this time, I ditched the slow movements of the fleshlight in favor of a manic pile drive that pushed me to new climatic heights.

Forgive me, Mr. Douglas, for I have thoroughly stained your expensive carpet. I expected the fleshlight to soak up all of the cum, but I was cumming like the 4th of July. How long were you edging yourself? Holy fuck! I lost the strength in my limbs. I could not even turn off the loose beast inside my anus. At that moment, I had forgotten my goal of why I possessed Mr. Douglas. I was afraid that I won’t even remember.

Too bad because I did. With the fleshlight and vibrator still attached, I changed my grades and left Mr. Douglas’s body. And boy – he was pissed the next day. He was more pissed when he handed out my nearly perfect midterm exam grade. From the way he moved, it seemed like his groin hadn’t recovered from the thorough exercise I gave it yesterday. Once again, too bad. I ambushed him in the parking lot – hungry for more toys to open and enjoy.