As much as he wanted to do it right then and there, everybody still saw him as himself. Readjusting the skin suit over his tits, he began walking to his room.
Opening the door, he noticed some changes. The rack which normally held his two shotguns instead had a sniper, and his open closet held Widowmaker’s outfits.
Taking off his goggles and setting them on the table, he sat down on the bed and began to work. His right hand slipped underneath the cut in his skin suit and onto his left breast. His left hand crept down and began slowly caressing his new clit through the skin suit.
“Mmmnh!” He moaned as his hand brushed across his nipple. “Zis body iz zo zenzitive, I guess Vidowmaker doez not care for physical pleazure.” He said in a heavy accent. “Zat only vorks in my favour zough.”
He gently brought his fingers around his nipple, before squeezing it between his thumb and index. “Ohhhhhh!..” He cried, pleasure beyond anything he’s ever felt coursing through him. “Mnnnh…” He moaned again. He licked his lips, Widowmaker’s low sultry moans turning him on.
His left hand began rubbing more intensely, his fingers pushing in slightly and causing the cloth to get sucked into his clit. It was already slightly soaked from his activities, and he could tell it was only going to get wetter as he felt heat building up in his stomach. Widowmaker had really lost out on never playing with this body, but it only meant more pleasure for him. If he had his way, he wasn’t going to give this body back. He could feel his first orgasm coming, and he began to desperately try and squeeze as much pleasure out as possible.
“I’ve had enough of zis suit!” He exclaimed suddenly, his hands gripping the stomach of his suit. He pulled it apart, causing the whole front to rip open. While the legs and back remained in tact, it provided ample opening to his chest and pussy. His pussy looked extremely tight, most likely from lack of use. It was clean shaven and just as purple as the rest of his body. Just like with his chest, there was no undergarment. The nee freedom also caused his tits to pop out, no longer restrained by the tight skin suit.
Gripping both of his purple mounds in each hand, he began to roughly squish, push, pull, and grope them. The flesh pushed through the gaps in his fingers as he tried to literally squeeze pleasure out of them. A light sheen of sweat ran down his smooth purple skin, causing light to reflect beautifully off his whole front. He admired how nice and soft his skin was for barely a millisecond before he began to roughly knead his breasts again.
He could feel his orgasm about to come, so his hand shot down and, without hesitation, plunged two fingers into his pussy.
“Agggghhh!” Widowmaker’s voice moaned. He had a silent pleasure in being able to make Widowmaker’s voice do that. Her voice had never had even the slightest bit of emotion, but he was able to bring it out in such a short time. It was a shame really, she could probably get anybody with how sexy her voice was.
His finger pumped in and out of his wet pussy. Slowly at first, until he got comfortable and began going faster. The only sounds in the room was the wet slapping sound of his fingers pumping his pussy, Widowmaker’s pants, and the occasional moan. He was glad the walls were sound proofed, otherwise his colleagues might have some questions.
The combination of the hand groping his tit, his fingers pleasuring his pussy, and the fact that this body hadn’t seen pleasure in a long time proved to much. With one final, mighty moan, liquid poured out of his pussy as he had his first orgasm. His back arched off the bed as if trying to get a little extra pleasure from his hands.
His back dropped back into the bed, and he laid there for a while looking at his reflection off the ceiling. His chest, face, and stomach all had a shine of sweat. His stomach rose and fell, trying to catch its breath after the exertion. His ponytail was undone sometime during the action, and his hair was splayed messily underneath him. His pussy, still with fingers laid inside, had expelled a lot of cum. It leaked onto the remains of his pants, the bed, his stomach, and also the tips of his hair beneath him. But although his body was tired from the new pleasure, his mind was asking for more.
He pulled out his fingers and gave it an experimental lick. He didn’t know what he was expecting it to taste like, but this definitely wasn’t it. It tasted sweet and fruity, despite Widowmaker’s complete cold attitude. Sucking the rest off his hand, he looked down to the rest.
“It vould ve a vaste to leave zat.” He mused. He grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled up the lower half of his body, while also leaning his upper body forward. It didn’t quite reach since his large tits acted like a doorstop, but he used a little more strength to pull his legs. His boobs squished into his body a bit, stimulating the nerves inside and causing a slight amount of pleasure.
While Widowmaker was about average height, she was like 70% leg. Her torso was actually pretty short, which meant he didn’t have to stretch as far to latch his mouth onto his pussy. Licking around his opening to tease himself, he slowly cleaned up his mess. Finishing with a satisfied sigh, he pulled his legs apart to stretch open his pussy.
Leaning in, his tongue wiggled into his pussy. The experience was hard to explain, since he was experiencing senses from his upper and lower halves of his body simultaneously. Feeling the pleasure of a warm, wiggling, soft tongue inside his pussy caused him to leak more fluids. This in turn caused his tongue to wiggle around more to grab everything, making more pleasure. It was like a cycle. He moaned a bit into his pussy, the vibrations causing more pleasure and starting a whole new cycle.
While he mouth was busy eating himself out, his hands drifted down from his long legs towards his plump ass. His eyes looked up to the ceiling as his hands traced the fading hand print he left on his butt after slapping it in the hall. Giving a gentle squeeze, his eyes shot open as he found a sensitive spot Widowmaker’s body.
“Annngh!” He cried into his pussy. How does Widowmaker not moan every time she sits down? Her whole body is so sensitive, he felt like he could go at it for years. His hands roughly groped the soft flesh, but with how big his purple ass was it was hard to get the whole thing. His tongue went deeper and deeper, and he wondered if the long tongue was a French thing.
it went deep enough to reach his g spot, and his whole mind went blank as the combination of his sensitive ass and tonguing overwhelmed his senses. He came back after a few seconds, and his tongue attacked his pussy aggressively. His hands finally got a grip on the entirety of both ass cheeks, and was groping them like nobodies business.
“Aggg! Mnnh! Ohhhn!” Widowmaker’s moans were the only sound inside the room. He kept moaning into his pussy, and each one brought a new wake of pleasure on top of his already sky high ecstasy. Finally, after a few minutes, his body could take no more.
With one final moan, cum exploded from his pussy and into his mouth. The sexual abstinence for so long meant there was more than usual, and his cheeks bulged as it tried to take in everything. He couldn’t keep it all in, and it leaked out of his mouth and onto his body.
Leaning back onto his pillow while his hands idly groped his ass, he swallowed his mouthful of cum. “Now zat iz vhat I call an authentic vrench dizzert” He said.
With all his sexual tension gone, he had to think of what he could do now. He could completely switch lives with Widowmaker and live out his life with this amazing body…
Or he could take somebody else’s. There were so many possibilities. It didn’t even have to be one of his colleagues, it could be somebody from Overwatch. Mercy, Tracer, Dva. The possibilities were endless. All those women were sexy in their own right, and each probably have different pleasure spots.
He decided to…
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