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Thanks for taking care of my body, Faith	By : Jackbnimble Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 22438 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: All these characters and the Buffy/Angel universe belong to Mutant Enemy Productions/Joss Whedon and not me, I make no money from this and it is purely a free story for internet distribution only.

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Rating: NC-17. And then some. In the original story Faith gradually screws

her way through the Buffyverse characters in Buffy's body, this is my take

of what happens afterwards and what Buffy did in return. Rather than try to

explain it just read the original and you'll understand why I wrote this

(and read it anyway, it's quite brilliant). Light S&M, semi-consensual,

strong language and graphic familial lesbianism. If you're shocked, well

you should be! If you’re thinking “Didn’t I read an earlier version of this on some site?”
the answer is yes I’ve published a much more basic version of it before and occasionally
have to change my identity in order to throw off my ex-husband’s lawyers, my bookie,
Kim Jong Un, the Russian Mafia etc But it is me (or at least one of my multiple personalites)
And this is my story.

Summary: Credit where credit is due, this should really be termed BY

me WITH Oric. My all time favourite adultfic is 'Thanks for

lending me your body,B' by Oric, a huge and incredibly erotic fic where

Faith-as-Buffy screws her way through the characters of the Buffyverse,

(including Joyce!). I originally wrote this as I was frustrated that

Oric was taking so long in finishing, he liked it and sent back his

ending and we traded advice and ideas until I wrote the rest. So let's

find out what Buffy got up to in Faith's body and see what happened

after the end of Oric's story which you can also find also find on TSSA/AFF
Pairing: Faith/Buffy/Joyce/Dawn/Tara/Willow/Adam and more
Please note, in this fic Dawn and everyone else is 16+ (17/18 whatever your

local age of consent she's it)
Timeline: Season 4, 'Who are you?' Buffy is in Faith body and has been

captured by the Watcher's Council. In this fic Adam hangs around for a

little longer before being defeated

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Buffy The Vampire Slayer:

Thanks For Taking Care Of My Body, Faith Part 1 - Buffy's Adventure

(MMMF,MF,exhib)

by JackBNimble
Our story so far. At the end of the episode ‘This Year’s Girl’ Buffy and Faith have swapped bodies and Buffy-as-Faith has been hauled off by the Watcher’s council’s goons whilst Faith-as-Buffy is busy screwing the whole of Sunnydale. Now read on-
They looked at her, utterly stunned.
"I...I'm sorry I just can't stop, it's part of being a Slayer, you need sex

all the time" The Watchers Council team looked at her, naked and openly masturbating in her cage, pinching her nipples, her fingers busy between her thighs. 'Faith' looked at them lustily, beckoning and irresistible.
"Did you ever hear that?" one whispered desperately to another.
"Yeah" the other whispered back, half-nodding. "I think I did hear something

like that once. They need to be fucked all the time or they just explode."
She smiled at him, a smile that promised great carnal delights, a smile that

was all conquering.
"Yeah, I think I heard that too" the third remarked. "Well, we wouldn't want

her to explode before we delivered her back to the council now would we?"
He began to unbuckle his belt.
It struck Buffy-as-Faith that self-delusion was a wonderful thing. You could

make yourself believe anything if you wanted to.
"Maybe we shouldn't?" Collins suggested but Wetherby had already taken the

key from his pocket and started to unlock the cage, his tranquiliser pistol

warily trained on the dark haired slayer.
Irresistible.
                                   * * *
"OH GOOOOOOOOOOOD!" Collins screamed, emptying his entire load into the

girl's willingly receptive mouth as his comrades pumped and pumped Faith's

other fuckholes, their cocks thrusting and thrusting ceaselessly. They

climaxed at the same time, shooting their cum deep into Faith ass and cunny

before all three collapsed into a heap.
Buffy very slowly disengaged herself from her threeway impalement, taking

care to carefully lick Collins cock clean, swallowing his cum down with

relish, giving the tip one last reverent kiss. She knew their seed would be

within her for hours to come. It gave her a strange sense of satisfaction.

She was quietly thankful that both Faith's fuckholes were a lot looser than

her own but it was still pretty painful. But nice in a weird way....
And the orgasms she'd had were so powerful they made it difficult for her to

walk properly, even with her Slayer healing.
Wait a second, what was she thinking? She'd never actually meant to go that

far, just get the Watcher's men with their trousers around their ankles and

then jump them. But once she'd started she'd found it impossible to stop.

She'd given blowjobs before but never dreamt of having group or anal sex.

She hadn't actually enjoyed it had she?
No, that couldn't be it. It was just that she was inhabiting Faith's body

that was all, it had to be affecting her somehow. When you were in a slut’s

body, you acted like a slut. When she got her own body back she'd be back

to normal.
She took the key from Wetherby's jacket and unlocked her chains. Feeling the

cold metal binding her limbs did feel rather exciting in a naughty sort of

way. It took a lot to admit to herself but they had made the sex that bit

more enjoyable, more extreme and exquisite, like when the Watcher's had

started slapping her ass whilst they were fucking her. It was painful but

she could hardly deny it got her cunny juicing up nicely. She wondered if

Riley would go for some light bondage and spanking? She didn't feel too bad

about it, after all, Faith was a bad girl, she deserved to be punished.
Just the feel of the manacles around her wrists gave her a pleasurable

shudder, the clink of the chains producing a lovely erotic thrill surging

through her body.
Well she didn't have to take them all off. She regretfully broke the chains

away but she could keep the manacles on her wrists, pass them off as Goth

jewellery if anyone noticed.
She took the tranquiliser gun and shot all three Watchers. They were so

exhausted they barely stirred when the darts knocked them out completely.

They didn't even stir when she slammed the door on their cage.
Buffy grabbed Faith's clothes and dressed herself. She was about to lace her

top all the way up when she caught sight of herself in the wing mirror from

the truck.
They were NICE!
They were so nice and a lot of fun during sex. Secretly she'd always longed

to get her hands on Faith's breasts which were maybe a couple of sizes bigger

than her own, perfectly ample, tits. It was something she'd always tried to

deny to herself but now she had a chance to explore them and no one would

ever know.
Buffy groped, cupped and teased her exquisite new breasts, rolling her

swollen, aching nipples between fingers and thumbs, closing her eyes and

sighing in pleasure as she did so. Oh yeah, there were definitely some

advantages to having Faith's body for a while.
It was kinda nice being taller too.
She adjusted her top, leaving them mostly on display but making herself just

about decent. She found herself strutting a little as she walked, enjoying

Faith's long, shapely legs, sashaying her hips like a streetwalker touting

for business. She even whistled a few bars of Pretty Woman.
She searched for the keys to the Watcher's truck for five minutes before she

realised they were in the cage. Oh well, she'd probably crash it anyway.
She strode out into the bright sunlight of the industrial park, looking for

some transport. A glint in the corner caught her eye.
A Harley.
A big beautiful Harley with a guy polishing it just as though he'd stepped

out of Shania Twain video or something. A hot guy. A hot, tattooed, well muscled

young biker.
Not Buffy's sort of guy at all. She was a good girl who'd never have anything

to do with his sort.
But then today she wasn't Buffy.
It occurred to her that whilst she was in Faith's body she could fuck whomever

she liked and no one would ever know. In fact, once she got her body back she

wouldn't even have to look at herself in the mirror.
She sidled up to him and propped one long, smooth, toned leg against the

bike. She gave him her best Mae West expression. "Hey stud, trade you a ride

for a ride?"
He looked her up and down, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
"S-sure!" he stuttered.
Buffy-as-Faith smiled at him sweetly. Oh yeah, she was hot alright. She

could have any guy she wanted, anyway she liked and not feel one bit guilty.

Borrowing Faith's body gave her a tremendous sense of freedom.
"W-where do you want to go?"
Buffy thought for a second. She was concerned for her family and friends

but she couldn't go in all guns blazing without risking them. She needed

reinforcements.
"How about LA?" she asked.
The biker frowned and tapped the fuel tank on his bike. "I'd be happy to

sweet thing but I'll need some gas money to get us there"
Buffy looked at the building behind him. It was festooned with huge posters

of beautiful slatternly women in various states of skimpy undress, all

adopting revealing poses with expressions of pure lust and come-to-bed eyes.

A garish neon sign proclaimed "THE PRETTY KITTY STRIP CLUB" in massive

letters across the front. What really drew her attention though was a large

printed cardboard sign hanging on the front door.
"AMATEUR NIGHT TONIGHT-NON PROFESSIONAL DANCERS WELCOME-KEEP 50% OF WHAT YOU EARN!"
Well, she needed money and she loved to dance. And she loved people admiring

her beauty. In Faith's body she didn't need to feel guilty about being a

great big ho. Because Faith WAS a great big ho. So she could be too for a

little while.
She took him enthusiastically by the arm. "C'mon, I'll get you in for free."
                                        * * *
She could see her biker sitting at the back, nursing a beer. She reckoned it

would be quite the show for him, watching her strip in front of all these men

but knowing that he was the one who was going to fuck her afterwards. She

hoped she wouldn't disappoint on both counts.
"You need this sugar" the head stripper who had memorably introduced herself

as 'No-time' Tolouse. She was a handsome, light-skinned black woman with legs

that went on forever and cleavage that you could just lose yourself in. She

wore elaborate white lingerie that created a lovely contrast against her dark

skin. She proffered an ornate slip of lace. "For the money"
"A garter" Buffy realised. She rolled up the leg of her jeans and Tolouse

slipped it on, taking delight in running her hands along Faith's lovely

calves and thighs as she did so. Buffy heart started pounding in her chest,

the strippers ample bosom filling her vision as she bent over. There was a

sheen of perspiration on her breasts and the bewitching aroma of cheap

perfume mixed with sweet, sweet sweat. She found she couldn't tear her eyes

away from it. Well, why not? Today had been a day of new experiences, for

her if not for Faith's body.
The other stripper held her hand. She was a shapely petite blonde dressed

head to pink lingerie, looking not unlike Buffy's proper body. Everyone

called her 'Kitten' and she almost looked like one, radiating cuteness and

affection from every pore.
"Just relax and enjoy it" she advised. She proffered a pair of gorgeous if

highly impractical black stiletto shoes complete with 3-inch heels. Buff took

the hint and swapped her sneakers for them.
The music started. 'No-time' cupped Buffy's head in her hands and gave her a

little peck on the cheek. "Showtime sugar."
She took a deep breath and walked onto the stage, the lights dazzling her a

little. She gave them her best 'tigress in heat' leer and slowly began to

unlace her top....
As her eyes grew accustomed to the room she saw the audience, mainly besuited

middle aged businessmen and eager young guys in college sports tops. There

were a few women too, some obviously short-haired lesbians but a few in

heterosexual couples and other solo feminine girls. She gave them each a

knowing smile which they graciously returned.
The guys were following her each and every movement like a pack of starving

wolves presented with a plate of raw steak, a comparison aided by a cavalcade

of wolf whistles and enthusiastic whooping. They made Buffy feel special,

minxish, as though the mall was having a 75% off sale and she was the only

one who'd noticed. She teasingly bared her breasts and was rewarded by a huge

range of gasps and loud groans of desire. She began to finger the buttons on

her jeans, every member of the audience giving a collective intake of breath.
All eyes were on her. Everyone wanted her.
The sense of power just overwhelmed her, much more so than anything she'd

ever experienced as the Slayer.
She shimmied out of her jeans, exposing her shapely buttocks bit by bit,

driving the crowd beserk. She draped herself around the stripper pole located

in the centre of the stage and began to flex and wind herself around it,

encouraged by massive cheering from the audience She took pains to grind her

clitty and labia lips through the material of her panties against the cold,

smooth, shiny metal, the material of panties causing some quite exquisite

friction. Buffy found that she was getting increasingly wet, the audience

working themselves into a frenzy at the sight of her visibly erect nipples

and the obvious growing damp patch on the front of her underwear.
She marvelled at the pole, so big and long and hard. "Gotta get myself one of

these for my bedroom" she thought. "Beats any workout Giles can devise!"
She worked off her lacy white panties, shyly exposing her cunt, little by

little, to all present. She had a soft triangle of light brown curls, the

hospital staff not seeing fit to shave Faith's body hair whilst she was in

her coma. A few members of the crowd either fainted or suddenly decided they

needed to run to the bathroom. Soon she was as naked as the day Faith was

born with the exception of her garter and her 'fuck me' heels.
Buffy placed the tip of one finger against her mouth and suckled on it

coquettishly. She teased her nipples with her free hand and then gave her

hip a spank so hard that the sound of the slap was audible even over the

driving dance music pouring from the speakers.
She strutted forwards on her hands and knees to the edge of the stage like a

stalking, predatory animal surveying it's prey, licking her lips seductively.

She arched her back, flicking her hair back as she did so. The audience fell

over one another to stuff money in her garter Buffy feeling dozens of fingers

stroking against her thigh, some taking the opportunity to cop a feel as they

did so despite the bouncers' watchful glare. It felt charmingly naughty,

taboo even in this place where so many taboos were broken. Those at the front

were rewarded with whatever views they wanted of her from every angle

imaginable.
"About time you were some benefit to me Faith" Buffy thought vengfully.
                                        * * *
"That was FABULOUS! You ever want a job just ask" No-Time informed her. The

applause from the audience still thundered in her ears.
"Thanks" Buffy bowed her head shyly.
"Look who's all coy after what she did on stage?" Kitten observed. Buffy

smiled at them. She laid out her clothes in front of her, not the least

conscious of being naked in front of them. After all they'd already seen

everything, the whole club had. She looked through her garments with mounting

urgency.
"Where are my panties?"
Kitten and No-Time shook their heads with the assurance of experience.
"Pinned to the noticeboard of some fraternity as a trophy by this time"

Kitten predicted accurately. "That's why you always chuck them towards the

BACK of the stage."
No-Time opened a wardrobe revealing what appeared to be the entire contents

of Victoria's Secret underwear catalogue. "Don't worry we've plenty more."
No-Time took the money from Buffy's garter, along with her high heels the

only clothing she was now wearing. "I'll put this in the safe for you.

There's about fifty guys out there waiting for a private lapdance."
They started to dress her in elaborate corset, panties, elbow gloves and

stocking's and suspenders.
"Gotta have something on to take off" No-Time told her.
Buffy's breathing grew slower and more laboured as she felt Kitten's hands

running up and down her spine as she laced up the corset. She could feel her

hot breath on the nape of her neck. No-Time was running her fingers up and

down her inner thigh as she put the stockings and suspenders on, making Buffy

part her legs slightly as if to make way for something. Both shared a grin,

knowing exactly what they were doing and perfectly aware of the affect it was

having on her.
Buffy caught sight of her reflection in one of the numerous mirrors dotted

about the changing room. It was still a shock to see Faith's image staring

back at her but she was gradually getting used to it. She smirked to herself

"You always wanted me to get down and dirty Faith. Well now I'm going to, in

YOUR body!"
                                     * * *
The gloves came first, gently eased off with agonising slowness, the tip of

the index finger her clenched teeth. The unspoken message was 'Hey I like

putting things in my mouth I wonder what could be next?"
The corset was next, first the shoulder straps, falling down as if to say

"Look what happened!" Then she began unlacing the front, giving her client a

smouldering stare as she did so. When her breasts were free she rubbed them

all over her customer, face, back, lap, upturned palms, the works. She

deliberately brushed her long, soft perfumed hair all across their skin. A

series of emphatic whimpers from her subject rent the air.
She turned around and eased down her panties, repeating what she had done

with her breasts with her wonderful ass. The whimpers turned to loud sighs.
Eventually she turned around and plopped herself onto her clients lap,

sitting astride them, clearly feeling their arousal through their clothing,

rubbing the soft hair of her cunny against them, feeling her weight pushing

down into their loins.
Her stockings and suspenders she left on. They were just far too complex to

keep continually removing and restoring.
"That...that was AMAZING!" the businesswoman proffered Buffy another $20.
Buffy smiled and gave her a little smooch as she took the money. The women

tended to be a lot more appreciative than the guys or at least more vocal

about it. But the guys were more generous, they'd have given her $50 or a

$100, always keen to act the big man in front of a beautiful woman.
She put her lingerie back on as another customer was led into the VIP area.

She vaguely wondered how long the fragile lace and silk would last being

taken on and off all the time. But she could now probably afford to buy her

own branch of Fredericks of Hollywood AND buy her biker friend a new Harley.

She'd lost count of the number of lapdances she'd done but it was now

difficult for her to hold all the money she'd earned in one hand.
The next guy came in.
"Hi" she smiled at him seductively.
He proffered her a card. It read 'TEEN TALENT MAGAZINE-COLLEGE AGE CUTIES

BOOTY DUTIES'.
"I'm not a teenager" she pointed out. Actually Buffy just about wasn't but

thinking about it Faith's body was a little younger.
"Put your hair in pigtails and our readers won't care" he replied. "Five

thousand bucks for a photoshoot."
She thought of Faith's naked body splayed across the pages of a porno

magazine. She thought of tens of thousands of people lusting after her, that

Faith's image would be at their beck and call, theirs to look at, fantasize

and masturbate over any time they liked. All for a few bucks, so cheap at the

price.
Just like Faith.
She thought of Faith's expression if she ever saw the pictures.
It was tempting but no.
"Sorry, I'm in a hurry, I have to go tonight."
"Our studio is just round the corner."
                                    * * *
They started her off slow, red slingshot swimsuit followed by skimpy pink

string bikini. Easy to put on, easy to take off. She found posing nude was a

mixture of five basic poses;
1. My god I've just discovered my breasts!
2. Wow, I've never seen one as big as that before!
3. Just been ravished but rather enjoyed it.
4. Just been buggered but rather enjoyed it.
5. Spank me big boy!
But her imagination came up with a lot more besides... It was when they

started bring out the costumes that she really began to enjoy herself.
She liked the nurse outfit best. Made her feel motherly, maternal as well as

sexy. There was lots of bending over imaginary patients, revealing massive

amounts of cleavage and acres of white suspender clad thigh before removing

her uniform in a manner that would have got an all male Broadway chorus-line

aroused. Her time at the Pretty Kitty had been exceedingly well spent. Now

what was that rhyme from 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off'? Oh yeah.
"I heard that you were feeling ill,

fever, sore throat and a chill,

but I'll for sure restore your pluck,

cause I'm the nurse who loves to fuck!"
The photography crew all broke out into huge grins at her racy limerick. Boy,

this girl was really getting into it!
The hot cop was also fun but in a very different way, shiny, thigh high,

black spike heeled PVC boots. Her handcuffs hung of her gunbelt, slapping

off her hip. For some shots she wore them on her wrists, for some shots she

twirled them around her fingers. She also twirled the nightstick which she

thought was a pretty good weapon. Maybe she would get one with a wooden

point. She could barely breathe in her INCREDIBLY tight mini shorts with

matching cut off crop top, both made of the same shiny black PVC material

as the boots. The shorts felt as though they were painted on, the top

struggled to contain her breasts which were constantly striving to break

free. It was genuinely a pleasure to constantly remove her kinkily

restrictive clothing and a struggle to put them back on again.
She felt VERY powerful, enjoying using Faith's long limber legs in the boots,

the black mirrored sunglasses she wore making her look like some kind of

superhuman fucking machine. Then again, she considered, that was pretty much

what she was.
Her poses were lots of strutting, lots of arched back, haughty hands on hips

in true Wonder Woman style and high kicking legs at an obscenely revealing

angle.
"Time for a strip-search!" she declared. "I'll strip and you search for my

G-spot" The crew were reduced to fits of giggles.
The cheerleader outfit was the simplest. She just did her old high school

routine. Then she did it again without any panties. Then it was top off and

panties on. Then no top, no panties. Eventually she was doing it stark naked

with just her micro skirt and a pair of pom-poms which she made certain

covered absolutely NOTHING.
"1,2,3,4" she chanted. "Treat me baby like a whore!"
She tore her skirt away leaving herself totally nude " 5,6,7,8, clothing is

the thing I hate!"
She did the routine again stark naked and laughed until it almost hurt when

the photographer suggested "Ever think of going blonde?"
"Bring it on!" she grinned.
The French maid costume was loads of lace, loads of frilly and frou-frou.

Loads of pouting, loads of stroking herself with a feather duster and

tottering around like some x-rated sugar plum fairy, pirouetting as she

stripped naked, perfecting gradual teasing to a near art form, before

enthusiastically fucking then buggering herself with the shaft of the

duster.
"I am ze upstairs maid, Lady Must-Be-Laid" she pouted to the camera in an

accent that would have put Peter Sellers to shame. "Voulez vous couchet avec

mois, ce soir?"
Hot cowgirl, Medieval serving wench, Little Red Riding Hood, Stewardess,

Harem/Genie girl, Alice in Wonderland, Snow White, the list went on and on.

She was a little puzzled by the Santa's Slutty Helper costume.
"It's March" she pointed out.
"We'll save it for the Christmas special."
Inevitably she finished with the schoolgirl. The outfit was skimpy enough to

instantly get her expelled from any private school that wasn't secretly a

brothel. She looked exactly like you-know who, complete with high heels,

knee socks, cut-off blouse, school tie, white lace wonderbra, pigtails and

thoroughly indecent short skirt that revealed virginal if tiny white lace

panties.
She adopted a high pitched, bimboish voice. "Hi, my name is Normandy

Penetrates and I'll do anything for a dare!" she mugged to the camera,

sucking suggestively on her raspberry lollipop.
The photographer and his assistants fell about the studio laughing.
"Can you dance like her?" he asked.
She did the entire routine note perfect.It actually disturbed her how well

she remembered it. That said Britney had only repeatedly stripped her clothes

off as she danced in the imagination of millions worldwide. Maybe this was

how she'd performed in private for Justin?
She leaned over, hitching her skirt up to reveal her shapely ass, the merest

hint of white lace between her cheeks. She slapped herself repeatedly on the

hips giving a startled expression as though she was surprising herself. She

seductively removed her underwear and repeated the process.
Actually this was probably how she'd danced for Colin rather than Justin.
She whirled the tie around like a ribbon, much as she had the handcuffs and

nightstick with the cop outfit. She wound it around her wrists and bound them

together, pouting at the camera. At the photographers' suggestion she then

assumed the same pose but with her hands behind her, bound together in the

small of her back.
Thinking of it this was probably how she posed for Fred.
By the time she was finished the photographer's finger had cramp from all the

snapping. He shook his head in wonder as he flipped through the hundreds of

pictures on his digital camera. "Man, these are so hot they're going to set

the pages on fire!"
Normally when people posed nude for the first time it took a great deal

of cajoling and persuasion before they got into it but this girl was the

exception. She seemed to actually crave posing in the most humiliating and

sexually explicit ways possible. And she was hotter than Georgia asphalt on

the 4th of July!
Buffy finished dressing as she accepted her money from the agent. From now on

every jock and pervert in America was going to know Faith's body better than

she did herself, The concept pleased her greatly.
"QUIET ON THE SET!"
She was startled by the noise from behind the partition that divided the

studio in two.
"We're shooting a movie next door" the agent whispered, motioning for her to

be quiet.
"A movie?" Buffy replied softly.
"Yeah, Space Sluts from Beyond Part 4"
Buffy thought for a moment. She thought of Faith's body being fucked

senseless and abused, all of it being recorded on movie camera. She thought

of millions of people watching it again and again over the internet and on

DVD.
"Would you have room for another Space Slut?" she inquired brightly.
                                    * * *
"Wh...what's happening?" Buffy stuttered vacantly, the lights on her

brainwashing helmet flashing intermittently. Her wrists and ankles were

chained to the metal booth, a steel collar around her neck. Wires led

from the booth to a pair of nipple clamps on her chest and the vibrators

firmly lodged up her ass and cunny. Her schoolgirl's outfit was soaked

in sweat, her blouse so wet it was virtually transparent.
"You are being transformed into my sex slave" Zoltair the Dominator informed

her, his perfect muscles straining through his silver PVC jumpsuit, perfectly

complimenting his outrageous moustache. "I am your Master and you exist only

to serve me."
"Yes Master, I exist only to serve you" Buffy repeated robotically, reading

her dialogue off the cue card held by the sound guy. "Don't look at the

camera" she told herself for the millionth time "Don't look at the camera."
"And cut!" the director ordered.
Buffy turned off the helmet lights at the plug with a sense of relief. Even

as a prop they were getting kinda hot.
"That was perfect" the makeup girl complimented her, handing Buffy a cup of

water as she adjusted her eyeliner whilst the rest of the film crew set up

for the next shot.
"Do you think you'll be able to handle him?" she pointed to Zoltair/Stanley's

silver shorts in which there was already a visible bulge.
"You mean that's real?" Buffy gasped. "I thought he'd just stuffed some socks

down his front?"
"In this business honey what you see is what you get" She blinked a little as

the lighting guy moved a lamp into her field of vision.
Buffy felt momentary terror. He just COULDN'T be that big! But then again if

he WAS so huge it would make perfect sense for him be in the porn business.
She thought of chickening out for a second, convinced that her body could

never handle it, that her cunny would be split in two like a ripe fig if he

even tried to get that inside her.
Then she remembered she wasn't actually IN her body.
She realised with sublime relish that she had the perfect 'Welcome Home'

present for Faith.
                                     * * *
Obediently she showered it with kisses causing it Zoltair's mighty cock to

twitch and pulse uncontrollably. He tasted quite nice, obviously having

showered between takes. But then he was a professional. He rather reminded

her of Sporticus from Lazytown.
"Now take it in your mouth" the director coaxed her.
"Here we go" she thought nervously. From where she was kneeling Zoltair's

penis looked about a foot long and the width of Dawn's wrist. She had trouble

actually fitting her lips around it.
He slid it in and just kept going, deep throating her all the way, joyfully

fucking her willingly receptive mouth. Buffy used some of the muscle control

tricks Giles had taught her to suppress her gag reflex. She wondered what he

would say if he ever knew what she used them for?
He looked at her with total devotion. It was weird, the greater a man's

sexual prowess the more power he was deemed to have. But actually it meant

that he was just more enslaved to his desires. In some ways a woman was never

more powerful than when she was on her knees.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and expertly worked it up

and down, stroking and licking his balls with her tongue as she did so. With

an animal cry of delight he came in torrents down her throat, Buffy choking

a little as she tried to swallow it all.
"And the money shot" the director ordered. Zoltair pulled out and in a few

seconds wanked himself off, coming again all over Buffy's face.
"Goddam!" thought Buffy "He must have been saving that up for weeks!" It

surprised her but the thought of seeing the playback with this huge guy

shooting his load over Faith's features made her beam with pleasure.
"And cut!"
Zoltair handed her a paper towel and Buffy used it to wipe the excess away

whilst the crew prepared for the next scene.
"Thanks uh...?"
"Stanley, call me Stanley" He actually seemed a very nice guy despite

resembling a human action figure. But he was already getting hard again.
"Oh boy" thought Buffy filled with a mixture of apprehension and

anticipation.
                                * * *
"UH, UH, UHHHHH, UHHHHH!"
Buffy struggled to catch her breath as she lowered herself onto Zoltair's

'Planet Destroyer'. She was so glad that she'd asked to go on top. She sat

naked, astride him, her hands clawing upon his thickly muscled chest, lashed

with sweat and producing a long series of loud groans as she impaled herself

upon him. The sweet, sweet pain she was experiencing was nearly driving her

out of her mind, it was even more intense than losing her virginity to Angel.

Zoltair was groaning with pleasure too, bucking his hips to hers and groping

her ass with his fingers but his eyes were full of concern.
"Take your time, slow as you want to" he whispered out of the side of his

mouth.
Even through the fury of their passion her Slayer senses could hear the

producer and director whispering to one another.
"This is BRILLIANT! It's so real, no faking here"
"Huh, this is nothing. You wait until he fucks her up the ass with that!

They'll hear her in Canada."
The very thought of it filled Buffy with terror but she recalled how Faith

had used to rave and boast to her about the joys of anal sex. Well, now she

had a chance to put the limits of Faith's kinkiness to the test.
She started fucking Zoltair harder and harder, riding him like a cowgirl on

a bucking bronco, desperate to have more and more of him inside her.
                                  * * *
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"And cut!" the director ordered. "That's a wrap people!"
The entire cast and crew broke into a rapturous, spontaneous applause.
Buffy smiled weakly at them, totally exhausted as she collapsed forwards onto

all fours. Zoltair "call me Stanley" the Dominator was lying on top of her

back, supporting himself with his mighty arms so that his weight didn't crush

her. He looked positively cross-eyed with pleasure. She lay there beneath

him, stark naked and breathing heavily, still trembling from the nuclear

explosion of orgasms that had surged through her. Her strength was returning

incredibly quickly due to her Slayer powers and she could already feel her

enhanced healing kicking in. Despite this and even with the huge amount of

prior sexual experience Faith's body possessed both her ass and cunny ached

and throbbed with pleasure/pain.
She twisted around and kissed him on the lips, tasting her own alluringly

tangy sweat as she did so. She would wait until he shrank inside her before

she even considered removing his mighty cock from her thoroughly fucked ass.

She shook her head ruefully and looked him in the eyes.
"Man, I'm going to feel THAT in the morning!" she exclaimed hoarsely, her

voice temporarily worn out from endless screaming and moaning, some faked,

most not. They both laughed but Buffy still felt so tender that the movement

of them giggling actually caused her a little pain.
"Ah....ah....ah" she whimpered gritting her teeth.
The producer handed her a huge wad of cash, a look of wonder in his eyes.

"Here's your fee. There's a shower out back" he offered.
"Thanks, both much appreciated" Buffy replied taking the money.
"You know if you'd like to sign a contract....?"
"Sorry, this is a one time deal" she needed to get her own body back and

doubted Faith would honour any deal. The producer looked disappointed but

shrugged it off.
"Ready to go honey? We'll be in LA by morning."
She looked around to her biker, proffering her clothes and the spare helmet

she had given him the money to buy. She still didn't actually know his name.

A naughty thought occurred to her. Maybe she would nickname him "Breakfast"?
"Give me a few minutes" she requested.
'Breakfast' nodded, the gleam of anticipation in his eyes.
                                 * * *
They sped along the highway, Buffy's arms around his waist, her hands

constantly massaging his bulging crotch, her hair trailing in the wind. They

passed a load of frat boys on a road trip who whooped and hollared excitedly

at them. One held up a sign saying "SHOW US YOUR TITS!"
Buffy couldn't resist. No woman could. Securing herself firmly on the bike

with one hand she opened her top with the other and flashed them.
They went into a hysteria normally only found when feeding monkeys at the

zoo.
                                   * * *
"Sorry" the construction worker told her. "Highway will be open in about 2

hours time."
"Ok, thanks" Buffy replied and walked back to the bike. She pointed to a

small dirt track leading off the main road into the forest. "Time for a

little diversion" she told Breakfast.
"I don't think that leads anywhere" Breakfast replied.
She hopped on the back of the bike. "Not the sort of diversion I had in

mind."
                                    * * *
He revved the engine of the bike in time with each thrust. Buffy-as-Faith sat

astride him, riding him just as expertly as he had the bike, his face buried

in her breasts. Buffy was naked but she insisted he keep his leather's on,

loving the sensation of it rubbing against her bare skin. The vibration

caused by the bike engine was quite delightful bringing her time and time

again to multiple climaxes. She decided she'd have to buy one for herself.

After all she had more than enough money thanks to her film career.
The bikes engine revved to a crescendo then sputtered out as he shot his load

deep within her.
Buffy hugged his head to her chest as they both recovered, breathing heavily,

clutching his hair in her hands. She had the sudden feeling they were being

watched.
She looked up to see a troop of teenage Girl Scouts staring at them from the

bushes. Some were open mouthed whilst other's looked away shyly. But all

were touching themselves as they watched them, lips being licked, fingers

teasing swelling nipples through the material of their uniforms, hands

straying down their shorts in order to masturbate their virgin cunnies. Two

of them were even doing each other.
Buffy smiled and winked at them, remembering her own youthful camping trips

when she had begun to explore her developing sexuality in the company of the

other girls, skinnydipping, playing strip poker and truth and dare games.

Exchanging tall stories, asking awkward questions of each other and

practicing kissing and cuddling for the first time in snug, crowded anonymity

of the dark tents. She decided not to tell Breakfast, he might not be able to

perform so well if he knew they had spectators.
A sudden pang of panic occurred to her when she remembered that Dawn was at

Girl Scout camp at the moment. But then she wasn't amongst the girls here and

what the hell, she was in Faith's body.
"Time to give them a show" she decided. She twisted around until she was

sitting facing forwards, her hips resting on his lap, her hands gripping the

controls of the motorcycle. He began to get hard again and she carefully

worked him into her ass, impaling herself gently on his swelling cock, once

again feeling that wonderful feeling of completeness and sweet, sweet pain.
He didn't compare to Zoltair/Stanley but who could? Yet the vibration from

the bike more than made up for that.
"Let me drive" she instructed, the noise of the motorcycle's engine revving

drowning out their cries of ecstasy and the soft gasps and murmurs of their

audience.
                                   * * *
She wolfed down the Double-Cheeseburger, extra large fries and large coke.

'Breakfast' and a few of the other patrons of the diner looked at her with

wonder.
"Don't you ever worry about piling the calories on?" Breakfast asked her.
Buffy-as-Faith winked at him. "I get plenty of exercise" She imagined Faith

back in her own body having to sweat to remove the extra weight Buffy had put

on for her and grinned.
"Time for ice cream!" she decided, picking up the desert menu.
She tipped the waitress $50 remembering her own time spent waiting tables.

It changed her opinion of Buffy from a greedy slut to a very generous greedy

slut.

                           * * *
"That's it, that's the Hyperion" Buffy jumped off the bike and handed him her

helmet. She turned to Breakfast. "I guess this is goodbye?"
"It's been fun" he told her a little regretfully. "I just wish I had a

souvenir."
Buffy looked over. There was a photobooth behind him. She grabbed the keys

to the bike and dragged him over to it. In a moment he was on the seat whilst

she was down on her knees, undoing his trousers to release his springing

erection.
"Twist around" he asked her, feeding coins into the machine. "I want to get

your face in the pictures."
She did as she was told, kissing and licking his cock expertly before

greedily taking it in her mouth and sucking with skill and enthusiasm, making

sure the camera got it all.
"Guess I'll never have Breakfast in bed" she pondered ruefully as she

prepared to swallow.

To be continued in pt 2 when Buffy returns to Sunnydale.
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Thanks for taking care of my body, Faith