Corrupted Collagen

Rylee stretched languidly on her new queen-sized bed, the sheets tangling around her long, tanned legs as she marveled at her reflection in the full-length mirror across from the bed. The face staring back at her was no longer that of a middle-aged man, but a pouty, pretty blonde, barely eighteen. Her lips, plumped with collagen, formed a perfect 'O' as she ran a manicured hand down the curves of her body—large, pert breasts, a tiny waist, and wide child-bearing hips.

How had this happened? She vaguely remembered being Ryan, a stressed-out CEO of a skincare company. But those memories felt distant, hazy, as if they belonged to someone else. All Rylee could focus on now was the insistent throb between her legs, the way her pussy ached to be filled, stretched, used.

The experimental creams she had borrowed from her PA—meant for female rejuvenation—had done more than just reverse her aging process. They had rewired his mind, erased his former identity and replaced it with a singular, all-consuming desire. Rylee was a sex addict now, a bitchy little princess who craved nothing but the thickest, hardest cocks money could buy.

She rolled onto her back, her tits bouncing enticingly, as she spread her thighs wide. Her pussy glistened, already slick with need. Rylee slid two fingers inside herself, moaning at the tight, velvety heat. She fucked herself with abandon, imagining the hands of a stranger groping her body, pulling her hair as he pounded her into oblivion.

When the doorbell rang, Rylee practically purred with delight. She knew who it would be—Mark, the delivery boy she had ordered from an online service catering to wealthy women like her. Rylee had requested a man with a big dick, one who knew how to use it.

She sauntered to the door, hips swaying, wearing nothing but a sheer black negligee that did little to hide her nudity. When she opened the door, Mark's eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight of her.

"Well, hello there, handsome," Rylee purred, stepping aside to let him in. "I hope you're ready for a good time. I've been a very, very bad girl, and I need punishing."

Mark, already rock hard in his jeans, followed her inside. Rylee dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipping his fly with shaking fingers. She pulled out his thick cock, stroking it as she gazed up at him with innocent blue eyes.

"Mmm, look at this beautiful dick. I'm going to suck you so good, baby," she cooed before taking him into her mouth.

Rylee bobbed her head up and down his shaft, slurping and sucking like a pro. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, lapping at the beads of precum. She loved the taste of him, the power she felt as she controlled his pleasure.

Mark groaned, his hands tangling in her silky blonde hair. "Fuck, that's good. Your mouth feels incredible."

Rylee pulled off his cock with a lewd pop, a strand of saliva connecting her glossy lips to his tip. "I know, baby. And I want you to fuck my tight little pussy with this big cock of yours."

She led him to the bedroom, pushing him onto the bed. Rylee crawled over him, straddling his hips as she guided his thick cock to her dripping entrance.

"Ohhh fuck yesss," she moaned as she sank down onto him, her pussy stretching deliciously around his girth. "You fill me up so good. Mmmm, I love being a dirty slut for your cock."

Rylee began to ride him hard and fast, her tits bouncing in his face. Mark reached up to grab them, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching her nipples. Rylee cried out in pleasure, grinding her hips against him.

"Yeah, play with my tits. I'm just your little cocksleeve, baby. Use me however you want. Fuck me, fill me, make me your slutty whore."

Mark flipped them over, slamming into Rylee with powerful thrusts. The bed creaked under their frenzied movements, the headboard banging against the wall. Rylee wrapped her long legs around his waist, urging him deeper.

"Harder, fucking harder! I need it rough, you fucking beast. Pound my cunt, ruin me for other men. Make me yours."

Mark obeyed, fucking into Rylee's tight hole like a man possessed. His hips were a blur, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. Rylee could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clamping down on him rhythmically.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, don't you fucking dare stop! Fill me up, pump me full of your hot, sticky cum. I want to feel it inside me."

With a roar, Mark buried himself deep and exploded, painting Rylee's insides with his release. Rylee screamed, her cunt spasming around him as her own climax crashed through her.

For long, blissful moments, they lay tangled together, catching their breaths. Rylee purred like a satisfied kitten, her body humming with pleasure.

That had been amazing, but it was only the beginning. Rylee was insatiable, a sex-crazed nymphomaniac who would fuck anyone, anywhere, anytime. Her life as Ryan, as a husband and father, was long gone. Now, she was Rylee, the ultimate fucktoy, the ultimate slut.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.