On the street

Salma was leaving a fancy shop, her shopping bag still in her hand. She had just bought thousands of dollars worth of designer clothes. She didn't mind it at all. She could afford it. And what was the point of keeping her body fit and sexy despite being in her fifties if she wasn't going to show off a little? Anyway, she was heading for the car, already thinking about how she would spend her evening with her family, when it happened.

An angry spirit had just been released. Was it a conjuring experience gone wrong, or someone opening an ancient tomb without realizing it? Whatever the reason was, the ghost of a long dead witch was flying through the streets of the city, looking for a fitting body to start wreaking havoc again. Suddenly, the witch saw this hot latina from behind, walking in the street with her shopping bag. After a mere glance, she just knew this was the body she wanted. Without an hesitation, she accelerated and passed through her skin and flesh, entering her body like it wasn't solid at all.

-What the...

Salma barely had time to widen her eyes and start her sentence, before it was already too late. She opened her mouth again, trying to call for help, but her head suddenly tilted towards the left, then brutally towards the right, as the ghost was taking control of her body, limb after limb. She dropped her shopping bag on the ground, as she was losing sensation in her arms, then in her legs. She wanted to scream, but could only see her body start moving forwards. Her head bent forwards, and her eyes lingered on her impressive cleavage, highlighting her juicy tits.

-That's what I'm talking about.

Salma was terrified. She could recognize her voice, coming out of her mouth, but the person who had just pronounced those words wasn't her. She tried to move, but couldn't. She had no control, no feeling whatsoever in her body.

Help ! Help me ! Whoever is doing this, please stop !

-Oh, I can't wait to see if 21st century men are as easy to manipulate as five centuries ago, said the Salma-witch, ignoring the pleas for mercy echoing in her head.

She smiled, looking at her cleavage. Her hands suddenly reached for her breasts, and slipped under her dress, massaging her soft boobs, causing her to moan in satisfaction.

-Ooooh, I think I chose the right body. Sorry, miss, I think I'll keep it.

Nooo ! Somebody ! Please give me back my body !

The witch possessing Salma's body smiled, looking around her, searching for ways of having fun with her new body. Despite her smile, a tear suddenly left her right eye, to descend along her cheek. She swiftly wiped it away. This tear was the only trace of the struggle going inside her head, lead by the woman whose life had been stolen in less than a second.

Help, please help me !

Without even paying attention to her prisoner, the witch resumed walking, leaving the shopping bag behind her. She had a good feeling about this turn of events.

-Such a big city, so many cocks to play with.