Let's follow Maisie

Maisie still felt a buzz of excitement, a flush of warmth, and a tingle of arousal between her legs as she showered, her body slick with soap. She had made a halfhearted attempt to clean the mess that she had left in her bedroom, but had given up, it wasn't really her mess, after all. She was a visitor, an intruder, and her only responsibility was to have fun.

As Maisie washed the remnants of her orgasm away, she thought about how Helen might react to the video she had sent. She hoped the woman would be angry, would feel humiliated and powerless. She was still pissed off that Helen had possessed her, had stolen her body, her life. She wasn't about to let her off the hook that easily.

Now it was time for Maisie to take over Helen's life, her body, and she was determined to make the most of it. After all, she deserved some fun after what Helen had put her through.

Maisie finished her shower, and dried herself off, taking her time to admire Helen's body in the mirror. Despite being in her twenties, her host's body looked more youthful than Maisie's; her skin was soft, her curves smooth and supple. Her breasts were small and pert, her nipples rosy pink. Maisie cupped them, squeezing gently, feeling the firmness of the flesh. She tweaked one of the nipples, feeling it stiffen beneath her fingers.

"This girl looks like a fucking doll," Maisie whispered to herself, unable to believe the perfection.

Her gaze moved higher, to her host's face. Her features were delicate, her nose small and upturned, her lips full and pouting. She leaned closer to the mirror, admiring the woman's long lashes and the sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks.

"Ooh, I am a cutie," she giggled, turning her head from side to side. "This Adam fella obviously likes 'em cute."

Maisie stepped back from the mirror, running her hands down her host's slender arms, tracing the curve of her hips. Her skin was pale and flawless, and Maisie felt a flicker of envy. She had always been envious of those who seemed to have it easy. People with looks, or money, or the perfect family. The people who were the exact opposite of her.

"Mad that bitch was willing to give this up," she shook her head, "guess I'll just have to make the most of it while I can."

Maisie padded into Helen's bedroom, and opened the wardrobe. She scanned the rows of clothes, the hangers rattling as she flicked through them.

"All a bit plain, aren't they?" Maisie frowned, her fingers trailing over the neatly pressed shirts and skirts. "Girl is in serious need of a fashion makeover."

After some deliberation, Maisie settled on a loose, yellow tank top with a black and white floral print, and a knee-length pleated skirt, which was black, and made of a light material.

She put the outfit on, and went to the full-length mirror, admiring her reflection.

"I think this'll do," she said, striking a pose. She twirled, the skirt lifting slightly, revealing her thighs. She giggled, a thrill running through her. "And if I don't wear any knickers..."

She pulled the skirt up, revealing the top of her bare mound. She grinned, her teeth pressing against her lower lip. "Yep, I'm going commando."

Maisie let the skirt drop, and smoothed it out. She turned to the dressing table, and picked up the small tube of lipstick, and applied it, pouting her lips.

"These lips are going to look so good wrapped around Adam's cock," she smirked, admiring the way the lipstick accentuated her pout. "He should be home from work by now, it's about time we met."

Maisie slinked through Helen's house, checking each room as she went. The woman was clearly a neat freak, everything in its place. Not a single thing was out of order, no dust, no clutter.

"How's someone in their twenties live like this? How'd they even get such a nice house?"

Maisie peered into Helen's memories, searching for answers. Helen's boyfriend, Adam, was the source. His family was well off, his parents having a comfortable life in the country. His father worked for an international investment company and had bought the house, giving it to Adam and Helen.

"Some people just get handed things," Maisie shrugged, her expression sour.

Before Maisie could delve deeper, her attention was diverted by a sudden noise. A key turning in the lock, the front door opening.

"Shit, he's here," Maisie gasped, a grin spreading across her face. "Showtime."

Maisie sauntered towards the hallway, her bare feet padding on the hardwood floor. She leaned against the wall, her hands behind her back, a smile on her lips.

Adam entered the hallway, his eyes widening as he caught sight of her. He stopped in his tracks, his gaze drinking her in.

"Oh, hey," he said, his voice a little breathless. He frowned, his head tilting to one side. "Are you, uh, the real Helen or that substitute thingy?"

"I don't know," Maisie grinned, her fingers toying with the hem of her skirt. "Why don't you come here and find out?"

Adam took a tentative step towards her, his eyes flicking up and down her body. Maisie could almost feel the heat of his gaze on her skin, the warmth of his desire. She smiled, her fingers brushing against her lips.

"When did you get back?" Adam asked, his voice a low murmur.

"Just a little while ago," Maisie said, taking another step closer. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Adam breathed, his hands reaching out, touching her shoulders.

His fingers trailed down her arms, his touch sending a shiver through her. He was so close, his face mere inches from hers. She could feel his breath, his lips so close.

Maisie's mind raced, her heart pounding. She could feel her host's arousal, the woman's desire for the man in front of her. Her own desire, her own lust, was mingling with it, the sensation almost overwhelming. She felt her nipples harden, her skin flush. She felt like she was about to burst.

Adam leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. Maisie moaned, her hands dropping to his waist, pulling him closer. He kissed her, his tongue parting her lips, sliding into her mouth.

Maisie melted into the kiss, her body pressed against his. Adam was so much more assured, so much more confident, than the boys she had been with. His hands cupped her arse, squeezing her cheeks. She could feel his hardness, his cock straining against his trousers.

"I want you," Maisie murmured, her lips trailing down his neck, nipping at his skin.

Adam unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers. He fumbled, his hand dipping inside his boxers.

Maisie bit her lower lip as he released his erection, his shaft standing proud. She took it in her hand, stroking it slowly, feeling the weight of it. A vision of Mr. Drummond's larger, thicker cock flashed into her mind unbidden, but she pushed the memory away. She hated Helen for making her see that.

"I need you," Adam gasped, his hands lifting her skirt, finding her wetness.

"What are you waiting for, then?" Maisie asked, a grin spreading across her face. "Show me."

Adam parted her legs, and Maisie wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt the head of his cock press against her, her wetness coating him. He pushed inside, her walls stretching around him.

"Fuck," Maisie moaned, her legs quaking. "You feel so fucking good."

Adam groaned, his fingers digging into her hips, his lips brushing against her ear. He began to move, his shaft sliding in and out of her, filling her.

Maisie clung to him, her breath coming in short gasps. She tilted her hips, letting him penetrate her deeper. She felt the pressure build, the tension coiling within her.

"Harder," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Adam increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more ****. He reached between her legs, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub.

Maisie cried out, her head falling back. She felt her climax approaching, her walls tightening around his shaft.

"Fuck me daddy," Maisie begged, her nails raking down his back.

Adam's thrusts stuttered, his rhythm faltering. "What did you call me?"

Maisie bit her lip, her gaze locking with his. She could see the desire, the lust, in his eyes, but there was something else there too, a flash of confusion, maybe even concern.

"I'm sorry, daddy," Maisie whispered, her hips rocking against him, urging him on.

The confusion in his eyes faded, replaced by a mixture of arousal and amusement.

"Ok, then," he chuckled, easing out of her. Adam pulled away, his cock glistening with her juices. "Turn around and bend over."

"Yes, daddy," Maisie said, her voice soft and submissive. She turned, her skirt hiking up over her arse, exposing her cheeks. She bent over, resting her forearms on the wall, her arse out and on display.

"That's a good girl," Adam said, his hands gripping her hips. He teased her with the head of his cock, running it up and down her slick folds.

"Please, daddy," Maisie whimpered, pushing back against him. "I need it. I need your cock."

Adam obliged, sliding into her, his shaft filling her.

Maisie moaned, her nails scratching at the wall. Adam's pace increased, his hips smacking against her arse. She could hear the sound of their flesh, the slap of his balls against her clit.

"Oh god," she gasped, her back arching.

Adam slapped her arse, the sharp sting adding to the mix of sensations. She felt her climax building, her walls pulsing around him.

"Fuck," Adam grunted, his hands gripping her waist.

Maisie cried out, her body tensing, her toes curling. The wave of pleasure swept over her, her body shuddering.

Adam continued to thrust, his pace frantic, his breath coming in gasps.

"Come for me, daddy," Maisie murmured, her voice hoarse.

With a strangled cry, Adam pulled out, his cock pulsing. His hot cum splattered against her arse and lower back.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he gasped, his hands caressing her cheeks.

Maisie stood up, her legs trembling. She turned to face him, her lips curling into a smile.

"Thank you, daddy," she said, her fingers trailing through his hair. "Was I a good girl?"