Top floor

I arched my brow.

“The top floor, huh?”

“I have the pent-house.”

Now this was intriguing. Here I was, going to the top floor penthouse of the nicest apartment building I’d been in, to have sex with an attractive stranger I’d met a couple hours ago, while wearing the gorgeous skin of my crush. I could see our reflection in the mirror paneling of the elevator, Trent, tall in a black leather jacket, arm wrapped around my waist, just above my wide hips and plump ass. I was still looking well put together, my lipstick only being a little smudged from our kissing sessions and my vision only a little affected from the ****. Inside though, I felt anything but well put together. Our make-out session had left my thong a creamy, sopping mess from the unfamiliar hot wetness that had been slipping out of me, and my head was rushing with serotonin too. I felt a little like I was floating, and our session hadn’t even properly begun yet.

We walked together, our bodies gently rubbing together, to his door, and he didn’t fumble with the keys, just put them straight in the lock firmly, first try. The apartment was dark inside but I had no trouble seeing as we walked in to the kitchen.

“Something to drink?”

He offered, his voice sounding deep and affecting me a little more than I wanted to admit.

“Mmmm, I think I’ll have to have you.”

I teased, pulling him by the jacket close to me and leaning up to kiss him more. Our tongues danced as we fumbled back against the kitchen island, his hands now roving over me, fingertips sliding under my dress and moving up my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

I shivered involuntarily from this subtle pleasure, and I could feel something hard and thick pressing into me, straining his jeans. I smiled as we made out, a twisted, naughty pride swelling in me at how hard I was getting him. Lisa was beautiful, but she was even sexier when I was the one who’d slithered into her skin, controlling her tongue.

His hands moved under my arms and picked me up with ease, as he set me on the counter, Lisa’s plush ass cushioning me. Then, he pulled down the straps of my dress and bra revealing my tits, before he took a nipple in his mouth. Tingles erupted all over my body as his warm tongue slide over it, an indulgent moan escaping my lips as pleasure oozed through my body and my thong became even more soaked.

The heat in my loins had been building and building, I needed to know what sex was like in this body and I needed him to show me now. The aching urge to be filled was overwhelming me as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer as he let his jeans and boxes fall away, revealing his thick 7” cock. My eyes widened at the sight as a mix of emotions filled me. I wasn’t sure whether I should be ashamed it was bigger than mine or worried if it might hurt, but the main thing I felt was a profoundly feminine sense of desire to have it deep inside me.

I leaned down and took him into a deep kiss, before breaking it with our faces close as I whispered,

“Give it to me, now”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. My anticipation was unbearable in the moment it took him to line it at my entrance, pushing my panties to the side before he rushed inside. My breath caught in my throat at the sudden sensation of my walls pushing apart, as my legs almost lost control in the moment.

“Oh my Gooood…!”

I moaned, while he pulled back again, the feeling of my walls retracting again feeling like a powerful relief, yet also an emptiness I now knew I despised. I needed him deeper. I wrapped my legs and pulled him into me tight, feeling his dick go deep as I did. He knew what I wanted, flashing a smile as he started building a tempo, thrusting in and out, slowly at first but soon picking up.

Each time he got deeper I felt rushes of dopamine leak out of my brain, the squelching of my juices and moans filling the air while he sucked on my nipples, one set of fingers in his hair while the other dug into his back, nails leaving marks that he could remember me by after we parted. No-one was thinking of an ending in this moment though, as he got faster and rougher I was loved each second of it.

I could see a mirror on the wall behind him, and a scene I never thought I’d see was taking place there. Lisa lying up on a kitchen counter, legs wrapped around a man she’d just met while he thrust in and out of her pussy, fucking her raw where he usually made breakfast. Both of them were half dressed, her big breasts slick with sweat and saliva as he sucked on one of them, a look of melting ecstasy sliding down her face as her love juices slid down her thighs and dripped on the floor.

I had her memories, I knew Lisa never did this. She was a good girl, the kind of girl who only made love after falling in it. But now she was getting fucked, having raw, dirty sex, completely against her nature. That meant I was the slut, I was the horny woman in heat, **** for cock in my slick slit as a muscular man pounded my little female body. Thinking like this, knowing how I’d perverted Lisa’s natural desires and taken her body like a wet, drenched sexual cover for my unassuming male body and used it to steal every inch of exclusively female pleasure I could, got me so hot! I was such a bad girl, and now I was getting my reward for my ill-gotten gains.

A lewd grin slipped onto my painted lips as I thought about it, my reverie being blown apart by a huge rush of love in my head as my vision started whiting out and I screamed, a beautiful, womanly scream as my body was shaken to it’s core by my first female orgasm. Saliva dripped out of the side of my mouth while Trent kept rutting in me, already another orgasm beginning to build all over my body while I still basked in the rapture of my first one.

It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, and it blew male pleasure out of the water. Did it always feel like this? Or was it just this warped situation, my fetish and this stolen body coming together? All I knew is, if this was how girls felt every time during sex, I was already addicted. I might have to spend all my time wrapped in a female skin after this. Trent pulled my face to his and kissed me more while I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and he lifted me again, fucking me in mid air before we took to the kitchen floor, never losing steam and ploughing into my tight pussy again and again the whole time. I screamed his name and he moaned Lisa’s as our fingertips intertwined, the cold kitchen floor almost steaming against my sweaty back, another sensation for my skin to enjoy as the rest of me was wrapped in the rush of sex.

“Lisa… I’m… I’m close”

Trent was about to cum. He was red faced and caught up in the moment.

“You can cum in me! It’s my safe day.”

I lied. I had no-idea if it was Lisa’s safe day and didn’t want to check. Right now I just wanted to feel how it felt to be filled with his hot sticky cum. I pulled him in for one more kiss, tongues invading each other’s mouths as he almost seemed to jerk for a moment, a hot rush spurting inside me, a feeling of hard satisfaction and abiding warmth hitting me as he filled me up with seed.

For a few moments we lay there on top of each other, his dick going soft inside me, a pool of juices and cum leaking out of me and forming on the floor. That had been the best sex of my life.