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In Others 57

By Arla Coopa

Copyright 2017 Arla Coopa

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In Others 57

Doctor Nancy Knuck had been on several adventures now. At night, her spirit left her body and went into the bodies of other women. But she’d not really been on an adventure for a while, at least, not in the regular sense.

Lately, she’d just been going into random women and having sex. She didn’t mind that. Actually, she loved it. She’d not had much sexual experience before her spirit started traveling. She’d just never been an attractive woman. Now she had sex about every night.

So that night, she went to bed and fell asleep. She soon woke up unable to move. Everything went pitch black. She felt her spirit rise.


She was in the body of a much younger woman. That body was long and slender. Her tits were perky. Her butt was round but firm. She wore a teddy.

She was on her hands and knees, on the bed.

A man stood at the foot of that bed, looking her over. He was middle aged. He wasn’t fat, but he had a round belly for a man.

Nancy didn’t mind. She just so loved the way he was looking her over, admiring her.

There was a knock at the door.

“Who’s that?” she asked.

They were in a rather nice hotel room. Maybe it was room service.

“Who?” the man asked. He didn’t seem to care too much about her question. He seemed more into looking her over.

“Someone knocked,” she said.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he said, crawling on the bed. He sat in front of her, up on his knees. He lowered the straps of her teddy, revealing a really nice set of tits. They weren’t big, but they were so nice and perky. Her nipples were like Hershey’s kisses in shape, pointing.

“Wow,” he said, and stroked her nipples.

That sent such amazing chills through her body. She moaned, despite herself.

There was a knock at the door.

“Who the hell is knocking?” she asked.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he said, rather indifferently. “It must have been in the hall.”

It had not been in the hall. But she wasn’t too worried about it.

He was using two thumbs and two index fingers to stroke two nipples now.

“Oh my god,” she said. “Keep doing that.”

“I will. I want to make them point at the ceiling.”

They were on there way, she thought. They got harder and harder and pointed higher and higher.

The knock was there again.

“I know you heard that.”

“Nope. But I’ll have to admit, my mind is elsewhere. Once these things are pointing straight up, I’m going to suck on them.”

“You should suck them now.”

“Nope. Not yet. I paid for the full hour.”

So she was a prostitute. It wasn’t the first time.

He was now pulling on her nipples. The sensations were greater. And it was like those were knobs that controlled the moisture in her pussy. She felt herself getting very wet.

“You’re going to fuck me too, right?”

“Of course. I’m just taking my time dear.”

He pulled them harder.

She gasped with the intense pleasure.

The knock on the door was much louder than before.

“Should we let them in?” she asked.

He didn’t say anything.

There knock was there again.

Everything suddenly went black. She felt her spirit rise.


Nancy soon came to in her own body, in her own bed. This wasn’t right. She always finished before she came back.

Like always, she lay there, unable to move. But she didn’t panic. She knew motion would soon return to her.

There was a knock at the door.

And now she did panic a little. She thought of what might be there. She’d made a few enemies by now.

She waited to be able to move again. Then she got up and peeped through the curtain, and looked outside. There was nobody there. She went back to bed.

About the Author

Arla Coopa is the author of many paranormal erotic stories, including tales from the Coveted Seed and Ghost Fetishes series. She has an erotic Science Fiction series called The Wife Games. Her work also expands into general erotica with series like The Bedpost Man and Kim’s Boss, plus a couple of stand-alone stories. Arla is an adult entertainer, who truly believes that strange sex is the best sex. She hopes her weird sexual tastes will entertain you.

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