You awake once again to an overwhelming flood of sensations: long, messy hair obscuring your vision, supple legs rubbing against warm cotton bedsheets, heavy breasts heaving from your panting breaths. But the primary focus is drawn lower: a hefty vibrator that, even in the afterglow, is still buzzing against the white-hot clit attached to you, along with the rest of a CLEARLY fully functioning vagina. 'A woman AGAIN?' You try to groan in annoyance but all that comes out is a loud, satisfied moan. 

An errant genie wish to be “able to have sex at any given moment” proved to be your undoing immediately as your soul was ejected from your body, reawakening on shaky feet, leaning against a brick wall, cumming your brains out, hands grasping someone’s head that’s glued to your crotch. It was the best nut you’ve had in your entire life BY FAR, and looking down you soon surmised why. The head you were grasping onto is attached to a stranger, a cute Japanese-looking woman, but the panic sets in as you see your own delicate hands, and the tight pair of tits plainly visible through a puffy blouse. Your impromptu fuck-buddy wasn’t the only Japanese-looking woman in the area. You’re not sure why your wish brought you half-way across the world to some back alley, getting eaten out by a random lesbian, but you didn’t have time to assess your surroundings before you feel your spirit being whisked away once more...

That’s been your life,  ever since, being shunted to and from the bodies of people post-coitus. It’s been… days? Maybe weeks? You’re never in the same time zone for very long, and you’re usually too exhausted and overstimulated to make your way to a calendar. When was the last time you even had water? Sleep? You’re a ghost, being forced into the bodies of others, made to experience earth-shattering orgasms over and over and OVER again. You wouldn’t wish that on your worst enemy. The worst part is… well, you’re not sure if it’s just you, but you swear the random person you’re put into in is HEAVILY skewed to be female, either as one last “fuck you” from the genie to further humiliate you, or as a consolation prize to your plight, more opportunity to experience a higher level of pleasure. 

You’re lost in thought, catching your breath before your introspection is interrupted by a low voice. Oh, great, company. Not uncommon, but with the vibrator you figured you- err, she- was working solo. The man next to you is speaking in a language you don’t understand- nothing new- but judging from his body language it’s obvious what he’s asking for. This was all but confirmed as he bats the wand aside to make way for his muscular hands to reach between your legs. Despite yourself, you offer no resistance; you wanted to get a spot of rest, have a moment to yourself where you’re not a gooey mess, but that’d be wishful thinking, as there’s only a few minutes max before being sent on your way. Might as well give in to your borrowed body’s desires. And- you let out an unintentional whimper as the man probes deeper- besides, it’s too late for either of you to want to stop. You can take a breather in the next one.