You want to ride him.

You swallowed as you figured out just what you wanted to do next.

"Come with me," you said, taking your body by the cock. You lead him back to the bedroom. One squeeze was enough to make him weak at the knees - you felt powerful. Almost more powerful than you'd ever felt when you were Dave.

Of course, this wasn't exactly an unfamiliar situation. Carrie, naked, leading you to your room. Except this time, you were Carrie, and you held all the power.

You pointed to the bed. "Lie down."

Dave did so, his erection swaying as he maneuvered onto the mattress.

"On your back," you coached, circling the bed and making sure he did this right.

Eventually, your old body was lying on his back, hands behind his bed, his hard dick lying against his belly. You admired your old body for a second. You weren't into dudes, but you always took pride in your appearance.

You stepped onto the bed, straddled your old body, and grabbed his cock.

You leaned in close and kissed Dave on the cheek. "Stay still," you whispered. Then, adjusting your hot wet core, you angled the head of your old body's cock right against the swollen lips of your brand new pussy.

With a gasp, you slipped yourself onto him. Inch by inch. Carrie was well used to taking your whole length and girth.

Before you knew it, you sat heavily atop Dave's hips, your legs splayed out alongside his hips. You touched his chest for balance and shivered again.

"Fuck," you hissed.

You felt so full. So right. You thought getting your dick in Carrie was bliss, but getting Carrie's pussy on your dick was something else.

Temp Dave struggled to stay still, but your orders were very clear. He managed, though sweat now beaded on his brow.

Slowly, with no care for your old body's pleasure, you started rolling your hips. You felt your insides shift. The cock in you buried nice and deep.

"Oh fuck," you said again. You could do anything you wanted. "Give me a thrust. A good one, but just one."

Dave responded instantly. One hard buck made you bounce. Your boobs jiggled. And you moaned.

You caught your breath. "Again."

Dave thrust in you, once, nice and even.

But you kept bouncing on him after he fell still, starting your own rhythm. Your motor was running now and you didn't need his help anymore. "Don't cum," you ordered.

Automaton Dave groaned. Sucked to be him.

You rode him till you came. Till you came again. You played with your own tits. You sucked on your old body's tongue. You made sure he didn't move a muscle or cum. You wanted him nice and hard.

Eventually, your muscles grew sore. Sweat covered your body. Your long brown hair was plastered to your face, to the back of your neck.

Your rhythm slowed. You milked out one more orgasm and then... you were done.

Exhausted, you rolled off Dave. "Get off the bed, now," you said, heaving for breath.

Dave, thoroughly at his limit, rolled out of your way and flopped onto the floor.

You padded your brow with the cool fabric of a tangled sheet. "Go finish cleaning the house or something," you said. "And uh. Get me a glass of water. A big one. With lots of ice."

"Uh. Sure thing Carrie," said a slightly confused Dave. Still a mess himself, he saw himself out of the room to do as he was told.

"And sleep on the couch tonight," you yelled after him.

He was gone, but you were sure he heard you. You went limp.

"Man that was a good fuck," you said, rubbing your belly and gingerly touching your reddened sex. Your old body was the perfect fuck toy. You were definitely keeping it close from now on, that was sure.