Upload Temptation

I stood at the breakfast bar in the mediocre apartment I called home, mulling over a tasteless bowl of synthetic wheat squares. My husband, John stood before a clumsily placed full body mirror in the centre of our tiny living room, brushing his hands endlessly over a white shirt buttoned around his torso. He was so handsome in his little suit, though it didn't much match his style or personality, but the charm of his dark curls and soft face entranced me. He kissed me as he left for work, unlocking a smile the morning had forced me to forget I was capable of.

His job was boring, he might have the opportunity to sit in a chair all day, the chance to fuck about on those silly smartphone games whenever there was lull in workflow but there's nothing quite as fun as skulking about the city, getting to sink your teeth into other peoples private affairs. The whole reason I became a private investigator was solely to pry into the secrets of neighbours.

I finished my food and moved over to the sofa, throwing my weight into the firm cushions, my tits bounced with sudden shift in a way too subtle for the large size, their firmness filled with my a certain confidence in my plump body.

My phone was abuzz with jobs, mostly cheating partners and local thieves, nothing that struck my interested but one message labeled "Memory Chip Implant Investigation" caught my eye. Memory Chips contained the traits of an individual and could be used to have a peak into their memories with the right training, luckily I had that training and getting to delve into someones brain was always a fun way to ear a little money, plus, the location was deeper in the city which likely meant the client could afford to have a little more money squeezed out of their wallet.

I accepted the job and set about getting dressed into my usual work attire, Lacey black underwear that perfectly rounded my ass, a matching bra to make me feel powerful, bell bottom jeans, a button up white shirt that had seen better days and heavy duty dust jacket to keep to smog of the city off my clothes. I made sure the mechanical socket on the side of my neck was clean, ready for insertion and set off to the innards of the city.

The metro service was slow and hot, summer sun forced sweat from my neck and chest, I regretted for a moment wearing a white shirt and black bra, but the warmth made it hard to care for the wondering eyes of perverts on public transport, my stop would come soon enough and their eyes could wonder to someone new.

My attention snapped the sudden chime coming from my phone. A text from my husband.

"Hey honey, pick a job today?" How sweet he was, always checking up on me, he never pushed me into taking jobs and was always supportive if I needed a day.

"Yeah, on the way to inner city, should be a quick one though." I text back, I would have asked him how his day was going if I didn't already know the answer was 'slow'.

"Whoohoo, dinners on you tonight then? I should be home from work early too, not much admin to do today..." At least they weren't keeping him at work for the vanity of having a full office.

"See you later." It was looking to a better day than most, an early finish for John, a quick well paying job for me, the smirk on my face was noticed by some creep sat across from me, clearly misunderstanding it for interest.

He stood unbalanced, skinny and scruffy but I was saved with the arrival of my metro stop, slipping into the hoards of late day workers and towards the colossal towers where the one percent hoarded their wealth. The apartment was easy to find, located in one of the smaller skyscrapers, still, the journey in the lift took almost as long as the metro ride.

The clients door slid open as I approached it, revealing a round man with barrelled chest and hands so large they could crush water melons, his face was brutishly ugly and his smile, though I'm sure he though it was pleasant did little to settle my nerves.

"I'm Serena, the private investigator you requested, may I come in?" I stated firmly, flashing my ID.

"Of course." He looked down the hallway with paranoid eyes leaving just enough space for me to squeeze past his frame.

The house was large, luxurious, the sort of thing you would see on front of a home decor magazine and impossibly clean. A white sofa, larger than the floorpan of my apparent took up most of the bright living room. I felt wrong sitting on it, stunned by its potential cost.

"It's import from Europe, get yourself comfy." The man said as he took a seat across from me.

"It looks expensive."

"Don't worry, it's easily replaced, let's get down to business, eh?" He reached onto an ornate coffee table, grabbing a metal container no bigger than a matchbox, inside was the memory chip. He held it between his two meeting fingers, like a fancy holding a pebble.

I grabbed it, turning it over in my hands. It was impressively high quality, the sort of chip that could fit feelings, pain and emotions as well as memories.

"What am I looking for?" I asked as exiting nerves ran up my stomach.

"My wife, I think she's cheating on me, I had this thing installed in her without much of her knowledge and now I want to see if she was." It's always cheating with these people. He looked away unable to meet my eye.

"It'll take me a few moments, and I'll be unconscious the whole time, just make sure I don't bang my head." I inserted the chip into my neck.

My vision blurred into darkness as consciousness escaped me and a low hum rang in my ears. Then, almost before I could notice the change in my senses I was on a bed. The sheets where soft, much nicer than the ones I shared with my husband, my nose filled with a savoury musk and above me a sealing fan span blowing cool air onto my, no, her chest. I could see that I was not me, I was another woman. I looked to the bottom of the legs that were not mine and past the small perky tits and toned stomach that where now mine to see a muscular man, rhythmically thrust against me.

His cock stretching my insides, his hands manoeuvred me easily, I felt like an object in his grasp. The feeling of pleasure was so overwhelming, his movements so hypnotising, I hadn't even notice the other hard cock waving right in form of my eyes.

Saliva gathered in my mouth as my eyes followed the heavy member in front of my face but before I could act on any urge that ran through the dark corners of my primal brain, the dick inside of my began to tense and pulse, my body responded, legs slammed shut, the orgasm rushed over my body like solar waves across a foreign planet.

I jolted awake from the hazy dream of the memory implant, my pussy still throbbing from the very real orgasm I had felt, my nipples were so hard and sensitive I was sure they were visible but thankfully my bra kept my dignity intact. My client sat in front of me, right where I had left him, likely only seconds ago, eagerly awaiting and staring into my eyes as though he would see the memory through my pupil.

"So?" He said finally.

"She's cheating all right, more than that but I'll spare you the pain." I said through soft but deep breaths, my head rang in pain.

"Ah, I see..." He looked down at his shoes.

"You're lucky you didn't" I said, half joking, but he responded with silence and eyes gathering with tears.

"Payment please, I'll be on my way." I held out my hand, standing firm and trying to ignore the waves of pleasure and pain infecting every corner of my body.

He wordlessly handed me a large sum of notes, more than he had bargained for in the advertisement but I wasn't about to tell him that, so I left him to his sad thoughts and broken heart.

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The metro was much emptier on the way home, but it could have been full to brim for all I knew as my mind was firmly on what I had experienced in the memories of another woman. The thought of that thick cock fucking me like I was a meaningless sex toy, my pussy started damped, I could feel it through my underwear. I couldn't get my mind under control, or my body, my chest radiated sensitive tingles across my torso. It was like my body had been infected with degeneracy.

Sat across from me was the same slim scruffy man who had spotted my smile before. I rolled my eyes, hoping he's pick up my feelings of disinterest, but I realised that wasn't true, he was disgusting, unclean and unkept, too skinny to be attractive by any means but the way he looked at me, like I was a piece of meat only made me wetter. I wanted him to ignore me but my body wanted him all the same.

I thought of my husband, I tried to form the image of him getting these urges out of my system but his tiny cock could never fulfil this need. I looked back to the man across from me, unable to avert my gaze, my body started to act on its own. I placed a hand on my knee and stoked it gently, such a subtle thing, subtle enough that I hoped he hadn't realised my intention behind it. He bit his lip in way that only further my disgust in him, he clearly thought a lot of himself, he looked up and down the mostly empty train cart and quickly slipped into the seat next to me.

"Sup?" His breath stunk of cheap tobacco.

I turned my head away from him, this was bad idea, should have just gotten off the train.

"You must get a sore back carrying those tits around." He laughed. Such a meat headed cat call, he was hardly even trying to be clever but my body reacted shamelessly, my chest got heavier, my fingers mindlessly came up to gently touch one of my tits, like I was flattered.

"Give me a squeeze too." He didn't hesitate in grabbing a handful, his hands were large and strong, my tits bulged through his fingers. I moaned. The feeling was intense and rushed through my legs causing them to shake. I could see a wet patch gathering at the crotch of my jeans.

"Look, the slut likes it." He laughed again and fumbled at the button in his trousers, I turned my head further, but not before I caught a glimpse of his cock. Veiny and thick, easily as long as my forearm and fore times the size of my husband, the tip leaked with a stream of clear pre-cum. God I wanted it, I wanted it inside of me so bad.

He stood, waving his dick in front of me, my nipples hardened at the musky smell, I could feel its warmth near my cheeky. My clit had become so swollen and sensitive, so desperate for touch I felt if I had shifted in my seat, I would have came then and there. I closed my eyes, tried to project my mind elsewhere, but his hand grasped my face and he forced my eyes on him.

His cock thrust into my open mouth, the salty taste of his unwashed dick melted my muscles into a completely relaxed state. I started working my tongue into his foreskin rolling my eyes back at the sour taste, all the while he laughed at my sorry state. I dared not look down the train car, I couldn't bare the thought of people seeing my like this, but my body acted on it's own, like a primal starvation, I needed satiated.

I pushed my lips to the base of cock, tears poured from my eyes, the taste made me gag but I forced myself deeper. My cunt ached with jealousy so I reached down into my jeans and started toying with my clit, soaked through and sensitive my whole body tensed at the touch, my throat tightened around his cock. He tangled his fingers into my hair and pulled face mouth away from his dick, now covered in bubbles of my saliva.

"Get your fucking pussy out whore, I'm not wasting this cum in your throat." The look on his face was evil, I scrambled to take my trousers off. I pressed my face hard against the dirty floor, sticking my wide hips and soft ass into the air, free for use.

I didn't need to wait long before his filthy dick was jammed into my pussy, the slight burn of my hole stretching sent shivers down my spine. His uncut nails sank into my waist, passion and hate fuelled his hips as he fucked me rough and hard. His cock hardly fit inside me but still he relentless fucked my cunt, forcing it wider with each thrust.

"Fucking slut, want a pussy full of a strangers cum?" He spat on my cheek, the smell of tobacco filled my nose but still, I nodded, I wanted it, I wanted to be full of his disgusting cum. I tightened my pussy to help him along and his pounding gained in speed before his core began to twitch. His cock throbbed as cum emptied from his balls and filled my insides to the brim, spilling out onto the dirty floor below me. I desperately reached down to rub my clit, trying to join him in orgasm, but he pinned my hand to the ground with his boot.

"You've got some other people to serve before you're allowed to cum, stupid fuckhole." He gestured to countless men around us, I hadn't seen them or where they had come from, so lost in the sheer degeneracy my body craved. Maybe they could help fulfil this demonic lust I found overcoming me.

By the time the metro had looped back round to my stop, my pussy and my asshole had been filled more times that I had been able to count, I still hadn't had the chance to touch myself. My clothes were torn, my face was bruised and filthy, my ass radiated warm pain and cum poured out of my pussy into the jeans that had finally found their way back on my body. I stumbled home, drunk from cum and sensation.

There he was, my sweet, handsome husband, curled into a ball in the corner of our living room, his phone screen alight with a video of me getting asshole stuffed with two cocks at once. No scene would have broke my heart more but now, I smiled, ready to show him the damage they had done to me, to rub in his face what men could do. What a pathetic person he was. My body still craved more.