A prostitute in the middle of sex, Lisa

John wakes up, and to his surprise, a middle-aged man loomed over him. His hips thrusting steadily between John’s spread thighs. A heavy and unfamiliar weight pressed down on John’s chest. Large, soft breasts that bounced with every thrust. Between his legs, he felt only a tight, slick heat being stretched wide around the man’s thick cock.

John realized that the ritual had worked, and he was no longer in his own body. He is somehow inside the body of a prostitute named Lisa, based on what the man calls him as he was getting fucked. “Ah!” A needy feminine moan tore from his throat unconsciously and beyond his control. The man’s cock dragged against sensitive inner walls with every stroke, sending sparks of raw pleasure shooting up John’s spine. His new pussy clenched greedily around the man's cock, as if the body itself was welcoming the penetration.

The man’s rough hands groped and squeezed John’s heavy breasts, thumbs flicking over hardened nipples. Every touch fed the fire building in his core. John tried to stay quiet, tried to hold onto some shred of his masculinity, but the lusty female body betrayed him at every turn. His hips rolled up to meet each thrust, his back arching as helpless, breathy moans spilled from his lips.

“This can’t be real,” he thought, even as another powerful stroke made his toes curl. He was lying on his back in cheap motel sheets, legs wrapped around a stranger while a thick cock pounded deep into his soaked cunt. The pleasure was overwhelming, and every thrust rubbed against a spot inside him that made him feel inexplicable pleasure as his borrowed clit throbbed and ached. He was on the edge.

The man groaned above him, thrusts growing faster and more erratic. “Fuck, Lisa… you’re so goddamn tight tonight.” John’s inner walls fluttered wildly as a devastating wave of pleasure made his whole body tense. A powerful female orgasm ripped through him, stronger and deeper than anything he had ever imagined. His pussy spasmed hard around the man’s cock, milking it as pure ecstasy flooded every nerve. At the same moment, the man came, flooding John’s clenching depths with hot cum. They stayed locked together, panting, as the orgasm slowly faded. Finally, the man pulled out, a thick trickle of semen leaked from John’s freshly fucked pussy.

The man then stood, looking satisfied, and reached for his wallet. “Your job is excellent as always,” he said with a grin, tossing a thick stack of bills onto the nightstand. “I’ll call you when I need your service again, Lisa.” He dressed quickly and left without another word, the door clicking shut behind him. John, still in Lisa’s gorgeous, cum-filled body, lay sprawled on the bed. His thighs trembled, his pussy still twitching with the lingering echoes of that mind-blowing orgasm. He had never felt anything like that in his life.