I knew the code. I watched the owner tap it in multiple times before this moment and had memorized it perfectly. We knew Mark was home, we wanted him to be home, because Jason was going to use him to get to the safe. How? By becoming him.
I made sure that the door was quiet as I closed it so that I didn’t draw attention. Jason was already looking around the house as though he were putting a down payment on it. Mark was upstairs and we could hear him walking down the hallway to the top of the steps. We quickly, jumped out of sight and watched him come down, looking down at his tablet. We hid behind the dining table but we could obviously be seen which is why Jason leaped out, jumping onto Mark. In a matter of seconds, I was watching Jason press his body into Mark’s and disappear underneath, screaming as he lost control. Once the last of Jason was gone, Mark writhed as he gripped his body, pulling at his clothes as though her were trying to take them off. Eventually, he settled down and smiled at me, his beard tickling him.
“This feels good.” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth. Standing up, he looked down at his body.
“Where is the safe?” He took me to Mark’s office and pulled at a painting behind his desk, causing it to swing open and reveal the metal safe. Jason was distracted while I opened the moderately sized safe and took out the wads of cash. When I turned, Jason was standing on the other side of the archway with his shirt opened and his cock hanging out. While I was extremely turned on by the fact that my partner in crime had just jumped inside of the man who’s house we were robbing, there was no time to fuck around.
“Dude, put that away. We have to get out of here before the rest of em’ get back.” I slipped each shoulder strap on and stared at him as Jason flexed his hosts upper body.
“Why don’t we just stay here for a little bit. I can pretend to be him, you can fuck this tight ass, and if anyone comes in to find us I can just use his memories to hide. You would be a guest in my home.” A sly smile crept across his face. I couldn’t believe I was actually entertaining the thought of fucking the man we were stealing from but when he came over, slid his hand down the front of my body and into my pants, I couldn’t help but stay.
I pushed him down onto the bed and ripped his shirt off. He struggled with his pants but I grabbed them from the bottoms and slid them off, his cock flinging up against his torso. I took off my clothes as I climbed on top of him, his hands already pumping his cock. He turned me onto my back and then slid down to my erection, his hairs tickling me as he traversed my body. I shivered as he wrapped his mouth around my cock, clutching onto the sheets as he bobbed his head. Once I was sufficiently lubed, he crawled over me and lowered himself, moaning as my cock filled him. I watched his whole body tense up and started bucking my hips. He rode me so damn well that it was hard to keep it going. Pleasure filled me to the brim and he worked his virgin hole so well that each thrust had maximum stimulation. He came on my chest as I exploded inside of his hole, pulling up the sheets and arching my back as I filled him up with my juices. We collapsed together and I circled his nipples with my finger.
“Not bad, huh?” He said, still breathing heavily. We heard the doors open downstairs and instead of freaking out we remained in the bed, basking in the glory. It didn’t matter if they found us. We had a plan and we were going to stick to it.
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