0 comments/ 45560 views/ 2 favorites Bewitched By: the__satyr The first thing she could consciously remember were two forms, each twining around the other. They alternately rose and crashed against each other. Hands appeared and disappeared into folds of flesh. Cascading hair covered unknown faces, and then swept along a breast and then a navel, a back then a buttock. As the two figures arched and writhed, rose and fell in passion, she could never be certain if she was dreaming of a man and a woman or two women. This image swished about in her mind and then evaporated as Sandra slowly floated back to reality. Very slowly. Her eyes were closed, and as she rose to the surface she could feel a strong tingle inside her sex. And not just from the dream either. She felt the delicate point of a tongue prodding her lower lips. The tongue swirled, darted, swept across her clitoris, and then focused on another delicious, wet fold. Tom had done this to her many times before (in fact, he tended to crave it even more than she did), but never with such deliberation and...assuredness. It was the confidence with which he pleasured her that aroused her even more than the pleasure itself. Her lower lips were softly splayed apart and clamped in between his teeth, his tongue toying with her clitoris. He alternated from gentle to rough, and each change in tempo forced her to exhale heavily, or even moan. She was at the brink now and he knew it too, the way he attacked and then at the last second retreated. The he stopped. And then like a cat he started to very slowly and very sensuously lap with his tongue -- starting from just above her anus up to her clitoris, leaving behind a wake of saliva and her juices. This caused her whole body to relax, but her sex was on fire. She languidly opened her eyes, as always, to look into his when she came. But below her was not Tom. She had short red hair and bewitching green eyes. And although the woman's mouth was suctioned to Sandra's lower lips, she could have sworn the woman was grinning. Sandra awoke with a start. There was no red-haired, green-eyed woman in front of her. The only trace the phantom woman left behind was a damp circle on her sheets where they had covered Sandra's dripping crotch. Tom was sound asleep beside her. Sandra stumbled out of bed, her entire body throbbing, begging for release. It was 7:15. Time to start the day. She marched off to the washroom and threw her nightshirt into the hamper on her way. She turned on the shower, but paused in front of the mirror before stepping in. Her nipples were hard, so hard they hurt. Her breasts were large and firm, her waist small, and her butt was too big as far as she was concerned, but in Tom's mind it was just right. But looking at herself at that moment Sandra was not thinking of her flaws. She imagined crossing that magical glass barrier and making love to that very desirable twin on the other side. She didn't want to just pleasure herself. She was so aroused, by herself that she wanted to be both the giver and the recipient at the same time. She decided to take matters into her own hands. She stepped into the shower and aimed the showerhead at that magical place. She knew she would cum in seconds, but that green-eyed woman appeared again, bewitching her in her mind's eye. She had never thought of another woman in that way. She had never done anything like that before. Or had she...? Sandra stopped cold. Frustrated and scared, she soaped and rinsed her body without further incident, trying to ignore that throbbing itch between her legs that she dared not to scratch. She didn't mention her dreams to Tom over breakfast. Instead, she and Tom spoke of their daily grinds. He had a lunch meeting that he thought was pointless and she had three new clients and therefore three new homes to evaluate and redecorate. Her first client, Maureen, was in the 'burbs, and was pleasant but draining. Maureen had firm ideas of what she wanted, but was indecisive as to what that was. She definitely wanted a new coffee table, but one that would match this couch she had in her head. It was leather, didn't look like leather, but had to be made of leather. Her next client wanted a Victorian look. Her husband didn't give a shit what the four walls looked like, as long as nothing blocked his view of his big screen TV from the couch. Five thousand dollars worth of accessories later Sandra rushed off to her next appointment. Not bad for an hour's work. Tom did not fare as well. He was pitching Max Snell of MS Logistics. They had chitchatted over salad and got down to business when the main course came. Tom was trying to convince Snell just what direction his tool and dye company's web site should take. Tom knew better than to get caught up in the concept at the risk of losing his client, but he also knew when a company had money but no direction. Tempting, but ultimately not worth it unless you can guide them along. "So what is your corporate identity?" "Tom, we have complicated machinery, but we're a simple company. We make good products." "I'm sure you do. And your competitors say the same things. So if I'm shopping around why should I use you?" "That's the problem with computers," began the elder businessman. "No face-to-face dealings. You lose appreciation of the simple things in life." He pointed with a raised water glass as he took a sip. Tom looked in that direction and saw the most striking creature. Red hair and green eyes, looking right at him! He knew he should look away, but there was something hypnotic about her gaze. He lost the showdown and looked away. "You see what I mean?" asked Max. The two returned to their food and the business at hand, but when the bill came Tom still did not have a clear idea if he had the account, and if it was even worth his while. He could usually depend on his instincts, but not on this one. He plopped his Visa on top of the tab. And on top of that dropped someone's business card. In a long and slender font it declared: "The Cheshire Cat," with an address, but no name. "Drop by," came the sultry voice behind him. It was her. "I think I have something you'll want to see." Max made small motions to get her attention, but she left without another word. The tapered skirt showed off her curvy bottom and the slits revealed lots of leg. Both men watched her leave until she rounded a corner and disappeared from sight. Danger, Tom's instincts told him as he pocketed the card. If she's dangerous why are you taking her card? Max made several comments, but Tom did not hear them. He may have even told him if he got the gig or not. All that was on Tom's mind were those eyes and those legs. At the first opportunity he bolted for the car and reached for his cell. He called Sandra on hers. Her voice would bring him back to reason and away from temptation. Just hearing her and the love in her voice would be enough. Her cell rang incessantly in her parked car. Twenty feet away Sandra rang the doorbell of what seemed like a hybrid home and business establishment. The elder gentleman who answered could have been a butler, but she was not sure. His demeanor was formal, but his suit was too casual, too modern. "Welcome," he began. "She's been expecting you." Sandra stepped in and followed the directions he had given her: up the stairs and the second on the left. It was closed. When she knocked she heard a "Come on in" on the other side. She stepped into a large marble bathroom. Except for the gold-coloured faucets, everything else in the room was white, including the rose in the slender vase, the fluffy towels, and the foam in the tub. The next thing she noticed there was a painted red toenail peeking out from the slowly dissipating suds. She followed the toe along and down her leg, which was submerged at the knee. Her gaze shot across to her green eyes. It was her. Sandra breathed heavily and could not take her eyes off of her. The woman swiveled slightly. She enjoyed watching Sandra's spacey gaze move with hers as more of her breast peeked up for second, along with some leg. "Who are you?" "Won't you join me?" Sandra put her briefcase down and just stood there. She couldn't tell if she was warm and flush from the steam or the invitation. Her mind said no, but Sandra was not thinking. Usually when she was aroused it started in her centre as a warm glow and spread out. Now all she could feel was that her cunt was on fire. She hated that word, "cunt," but right now it seemed the most appropriate. Hers was connected to this woman, and her whole body was being drawn in. She had no idea why, but she insisted on folding her clothes as she took them off. Tom tried her cell again for the umpteenth time. Still no answer. Frustrated but determined, he put the phone in his pocket. He was determined because as far as he was concerned he was going through with it, but nothing was going to happen. He was not going to play with fire. He was a very happily married man. He was--. So why am I going through with it? Her opened the door to what he though might be a bar or a night club. The lights were low and intimate. Tom did not have any kind of real intimacy in mind, and certainly not with the two other men who sat at the only occupied table. One of them pulled out a chair for him. Tom sat down. His new friend pointed, and Tom looked. Not a word was spoken. They sat opposite each other. Sandra was naked -- that was the easy part. But she had no idea what to do next. The woman gave a mischievous grin. As the woman leaned back Sandra could feel the point of a toe swim up to her leg. It nuzzled against her bum and then stopped. That was followed by a hand. She could not see it but she could feel it: at first at her ankle, then gliding along her leg and resting above her knee, but only for a moment. The fingers explored and caressed from the knee to mere inches from Sandra's crotch, then around to the back of her thighs. The woman's expression went from a grin to something non-challant. I've never done this before and I don't even know her name. That was what made it so easy: the anonymity. She didn't want to know her name. She didn't want to see her lurking hands. It was more exciting to not know where they were coming from -- aiming for her shin, the back of her knee, her inner thighs -- to only rely on touch. She too leaned down and let her body slide along hers. So smooth. She slid until her crotch was pressed up against her opposite's fingers. The woman gave her a questioning look. Sandra swiveled her hips, urging her, but the hand remained poised yet inert for now. So Sandra began to explore, starting with the woman's supple thigh and followed by a sleek leg. She caressed her opposite's hips. When she got to her navel Sandra's hand broke the surface and then quickly retreated, almost seemingly ashamed. She desperately wanted to reach out to those breasts, unrestrained and jutting out proudly above the water. She wanted to hold them, squeeze them, play with them. And then she realized everything she wanted to do to this very enticing woman she also wanted done to her. Again she pressed against the hand, which remained firm, but would not caress or penetrate. Very familiar stirrings rose in Sandra building towards the same unbearable tension she felt this morning. What the heck, she thought, and leapt at the woman, her breasts bobbing. They were cushioned by the woman's own as she landed, water splashing over the rim. For that split second four nipples touched. It was like an electric shock. Sandra's mind was a fury of heady confusion and desire, but her tongue was gentle, seeking, flitting along a lip, slowly sliding along teeth, and tasting everything along the way as she swished against her tongue. I can't believe I'm going to-- she thought as she possessively grabbed the woman's crotch. She had no idea what to do, other than to seek out her clitoris and do what she herself was crying out inside to be done to her. Even underwater she could feel how wet and slippery this woman was. Her forefinger grazed her clit and the green-eyed woman's face changed. Not melted, but changed. Even as Sandra pleasured her she felt that it was she who was yielding to her. Her fingers slid down into and inside, and then back up again. The woman rocked against her. Sandra tried to keep her still by sucking on an erect and inviting nipple. Her other hand stroked downwards from a high and proud cheek to the other breast. So warm and full. With her hands now on her hips she pulled the woman down, craving her contact. Her hands traveled to her bum while their nipples, centimeters apart, sought each other out. They rubbed briefly and then got separated over and over again; two pairs of lovers clumsily kissing in the dark. She grabbed a hand and forced the woman's finger inside her. That wicked grin came back as the phantom lady hooked the finger slightly and sloshed it about inside Sandra's cunt and in swirls around her clit. Sandra was paralyzed with pleasure. She simply lay there as this woman aroused her in ways she had never before experienced...until this morning. She only became vaguely aware of being raised from the tub. The next thing she knew she was sitting on the edge, tufts of bubbles still clinging to her breasts, and a pair of green eyes were between her legs. "Now where were we?" Sandra took a second to get a mental picture of this beauty below her. The first word that came to mind was exquisite, like a French fashion model. She was extremely slender, with high cheekbones and piercing, exotic eyes. Her breasts were smaller than Sandra's, but were very firm. The mixture of the sweat and water that coated her made her whole body glisten. She started by lapping like a cat again. Sandra threw her head back and spread her legs even wider. The woman lapped in wide arcs and then changed the pace with small kisses that lead to her clitoris. She stopped, eyed her prey, and then stroked the clitoris several times with her fingertips. She gushed something incomprehensible as she lunged forward and latched on. Sandra wanted to scream but she could not even breathe. How she didn't fall in the tub she would never know. She was not over the edge; she was at the edge. One more nibble and-- Her clit stood there, vulnerable and begging while the green eyes narrowed and her mouth opened, a mouth she was begging to suck her. But instead the lips curved up, and it turned into yet another wicked smile. Tom could make out the women's figures, but not their faces. There appeared to be a one-way mirror in font of him with a gauze sheet on top of that. One of the women was just, just so sexy, with a body that reminded him of Sandra. Several times during the "show" he stopped breathing, and after a while he realized he was not the only one. This was the most erotic thing he had ever seen, and he knew he could do nothing about it, didn't want to do anything about it. Seeing this was a fantasy come true in itself. As much as he wanted to jump through that mirror and gauze he knew it would shatter the reality and cast it back to the world of dreams. After a moment or two of waiting and waiting the intensity went down a notch or two "I," her new-found lover began and followed up with an abrasive and exciting lick. "...have something..." she nibbled, "...that I want." She sucked for a moment or two. "That I want you to do for me." Sandra was about to breathe "Anything," when the green-eyed woman stood up. She toweled herself and slipped into a waiting kimono. The dressed woman exited the scene and Tom was able to focus on the naked woman who sat on the tub's edge, but only for a moment. A plush curtain fell, as if to say that the act, if it was one, was over. Tom could only see the bar again. But what he had failed to see before was that in front of the curtain, a few mere feet from them, was a real stage, complete with stage lights angled down at the centre. He wanted to say something about the spectacle they had just seen, but all he could do was exhale out the air he had seemingly held in since the two women began. He needed a drink. Boy, he needed a drink. No sooner than he rose to get one than he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. The guy beside him arched his brows with a "Just wait and see." Tom sat back down. A blonde stepped out on to the stage and seemed almost as confused as Tom did. With her tan and her long, blonde hair, youthful looks, and accentuating makeup she looked like a cross between a pinup girl and housewife. As soon as "You Can Leave Your Hat On" came on over the speakers there was no doubt what she was supposed to do next. The only question was: was she going to go through with it? The guy beside Tom waved to her. She acknowledged him with a smile. That single wave was all she needed. She started to sway and then somewhat awkwardly dance. In no time she was out of her jeans and top. Her bra was lacy and her thong was high cut. She undid her bra, but supported it with one hand, refusing to let it go. She took a deep breath and let it fall. Her breasts were perfect. Too perfect, in Tom's mind. Definite boob job, he told himself. They weren't unattractive, but they did not leave him panting either. She twirled, and her taut bum too was "perfect," but there was nothing that made it hers. She was something out of a men's magazine, the kind Tom had fantasized about years ago as a teen, and now that he was face-to-face with her, he was both delighted and disappointed. Her breasts bobbed only slightly as she danced. She tugged at the thong teasingly, but never pulled it down. The song faded out and she stopped dancing. She left the stage with a radiant smile: a mixture of thrill and embarrassment. Less than a minute later the lights dimmed again and the stage ones rose to take their place. With a jolt from the stereo came an initial hiccup and then the gentle waft of oriental music. It lulled, invited. Another woman leaped on to the stage in time with the first drumbeat. The stage lights picked up every gleam every glitter she had to offer. The bra and bottom were metallic gold. She also had gold bracelets and a zircon stud in her navel. Even her skin had specks of golden glitter on it. The only clothing she wore which did not shine was a loose and filmy burgundy skirt. She gave a glowing, radiant smile to her audience. When she knew she had their attention, had them captivated, she ripped her skirt off. She held the material in front of her, dancing with it with a false sense of modesty, dancing with it as if it were here lover, her body gyrating. She flicked the skirt out at the men, hooked it around the neck of the one furthest from Tom, and then pulled it in slowly, so slowly, without her catch, while her pelvis kept gyrating. Tom took a second to actually look at her, and not at what she was doing. Truth be told, she was far from being the most attractive woman he had ever seen. Her breasts were copious, but far from firm. There were more dimples in her ass than he was used to, and her legs were kind of chunky. But she was so sexy! And what made her even more sexy was that she knew she was. As she danced and twirled she undid the clasp to her bra. It drooped, slid, but did not fall. She convulsed her chest and belly, but he feet remained planted. The men watched, leaning forward, as the metallic bra shook and jingled, showing most of her breasts, followed by a hint if nipple, and then fell, just as she raised her filmy skirt and held it out in front of her. Tom could see right through but he still felt teased, that there was still something hidden from him when there really wasn't. She slowed the tempo of her dance down, which allowed them to get a better look at her breasts and her nipples that poked through the fabric. She stepped back and blew hard. The fabric sailed up, and they got a clear view of all of her, but only for a moment, before the skirt drifted down and covered her once again. Bewitched (I remember this series on re-runs when I lived in America. As always, I look forward to your feedback. Thank you for reading! Jamie) Samantha looked at herself in the mirror. She wasn't a bad looking 34-year old witch, better than average in fact. She had thick wavy blond hair, high cheekbones, large oval eyes, and an attractive mouth, which seemed to be set on the verge of breaking into a mischievous grin. Her figure, though not spectacular, was proportionate to her slight frame. Her breasts were moderate and firm, her stomach flat, and her hips narrow compared to other women in their mid to late 30's. Still, there was something missing in her sex appeal. Perhaps it was a result of her living so long with mortals. Which reminded her, Darrin would be arriving home soon with his clients for another dinner party. It was the third one this week and so far she had not resorted to the use of any witchcraft for the week's preparations - Darrin's mandate. Well tonight, things would be different. She walked downstairs, wiggled her nose and suddenly snacks, as well as a full seafood buffet appeared on the coffee and dining room tables. She then used witchcraft again and donned herself in a sleeveless pink dress with a hemline that fell to just above the knees in a moderately conservative fashion. When Darrin and his guests arrived Samantha greeted them at the door. They were as usual, a boring group of business associates - four or five advertising execs and Darrin's boss, the white haired and older Larry Tate. As the latter entered, Samantha was surprised to see a young girl on his arm. "Samantha," smiled Larry, "say hello to Katja. She's from the Russia and is going to be our new model for the brassiere account we're advertising." Samantha was spellbound. Never had she seen such a beautiful, sexy, and well-built young girl. Her long black hair was straight and luxuriant and framed large dark eyes intelligently peering out from under well-sculpted eyebrows. Her mouth was sexually intriguing, consisting as it did of full sensuous lips that were tinged with a slight shade of deep red. Spontaneously, Samantha pictured Larry stopping at a candy store on the way over in order to let the young Russian nymphet suck her way through a bag full of strawberry licorice sticks. Noticing that the girl's stomach was exposed, her gaze was caught by the girl's spectacularly thin waist, which flared out to eye-catching hips that pivoted up and down as she entered the house. Hips like those, Sam thought, belonged more on a belly dancer than to a young teenager, as did her pierced navel! Sam couldn't get over this girl's sense of outrageous dress. Perhaps this was the way all young girls dressed in the Soviet. Casting her eyes further downwards, she discovered legs that were impossibly long and well sculpted and which tapered their way down into tiny ankles strapped into high-heeled white pumps. As if this package was not enough, Katja had an obviously more than adequate bust, which jostled for attention inside a dark blue, loose silk top. Such big tits on a petite girl, Sam noted were already unusual, but they stood out even more because of Katja's otherwise young age and extremely slender waistline. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Stevens," the child said in an East European accent as she performed a small curtsey while offering her hand. Samantha couldn't help but ask how old she was, for although she was obviously well endowed, she really didn't look much older than fifteen or sixteen. "I was 18 two days ago," she said and smiled, showing perfectly even white teeth. "My family emigrated last year." "That's my daughter's birthday," Sam remarked absently. "We are using Katja for our model this year since we are aiming for the junior high and high school markets," beamed Larry who couldn't seem tear his eyes away from Katja's spectacular charms. "I can certainly see the logic of your choice," quipped Samantha, smiling teasingly at Darrin's boss. Normally, the older man's attention was lavished on Samantha, but for once it was nice to have a small respite thanks to the young model. There were often times at dinner parties and gatherings when Larry's hand had found it's way onto her thigh or on her ass during the occasional slow dance. "And who is this?" asked Katja, interrupting Sam's thoughts as she picked up a picture from the mantle piece. It was a full-length photo of a young blond. She had shoulder length hair, and one could just make out a gold bracelet with a hint of green around one of her slim ankles. In the picture, the girl was winking. "That's our daughter Tabatha," smiled Sam. "She's away at school." "She is lovely, is she a model?" asked Katja politely. "No, no," interrupted Darrin, who had approached from behind Sam, "She's in a business marketing program." "Ah. Too bad for her," said Katja putting the picture back on the mantle piece where she had found it. As the party progressed, Sam discovered more and more that she couldn't take her eyes off of the young Russian. Not only were her extremely large and sexy breasts distracting as they danced and bobbed to a balalaika inside her flimsy and hardly constraining top whenever she made the slightest movement, but her provocatively compact and outthrust young ass seemed to be trying to work its way out through the material of her short skirt, moulded as it was into the fabric of her dress like two round balloons pressed into thin silk. "Was it silk?" Samantha wondered as she ogled the girl's seductive derriere. Seconds later, as the young Russian bent down to get a snack from the coffee table, her mini skirt rode up so high Sam was able to make out a wedge of nearly transparent panties coming into view between the shadow of her slim shapely thighs. "Oops sorry." Samantha suddenly felt a cold wet spot on her chest. Someone had spilled a drink. Darrin's clients were getting tipsier and seemingly found it more difficult to avert their eyes from Katja. A young man Sam had never seen before blushed. "So clumsy of me," he stammered. Sam looked down and saw that the drink had now soaked into her blouse. The wet clingy material of the pink cotton now draped her left breast and nipple, which had stiffened as a result of the coldness. When she looked up, she noticed the young man staring down at her chest, his mouth half open, as if he were about to say something. Sam assured him that there was no harm done and went upstairs to change. She peeled off the wet top and looked into the mirror. After admiring the well-developed charms of Katja for half the night, what she saw in her own reflection was now a disappointment. Perhaps, just this once she could do something about her body using witchcraft. After all, Darrin was preoccupied as usual with his clients and since she had already used witchcraft once tonight, she figured on the old adage, "in for a penny, in for a pound." Samantha wiggled her nose and pictured the shapeliest figure she could imagine. As usual, her magic worked immediately. Her breasts filled out and expanded until they were full and heavy and sat inside a bra that was now a well-stretched 38D cup. Her nipples, wider and more assertive, pushed into the thin fabric of her brassier making large indentations like small gumdrops inside the nearly see-through material. Her stomach was smooth and flat and gave way to a well-defined pubic mound, which was covered by luxuriant dark curly hair that was barely concealed beneath the crotch of low-slung transparent panties. As she turned around and looked in the mirror, she heard herself gasp. Two protruding ass cheeks, tight and well rounded filled out the back of her underwear to perfection and created a deep mysterious cleft. The sight left Sam not only breathless but with a desire she could neither ignore nor resist. She ran a finger into the cleft of her newly sculpted asscheeks and marvelled at its definition and seemingly endless depth. The warmth within excited her more than she could have imagined and upon probing deeper still, she discovered a tight puckered anus at its core. She rubbed the orifice a few times and revelled in a strange new sensitivity. Moving her fingers lower still, she found the back passage to her cunt. Extending the tip of a long manicured finger, she caressed the lips her vaginal opening from behind. The amount of wetness already collected between her labia surprised her so much that she felt the need to continue her explorations. Fighting desire, however, she withdrew her finger and brought it cautiously to her nose for a good whiff. The strong pungent aroma was so intoxicating that she at once felt the need to continue masturbating. However, after considering her options, she fought down her desire, wiggled her nose and dressed herself in a loose fitting, nearly Greek style white mini skirted toga. Laced brown sandals completed the ensemble. When she looked in the mirror she let out a moan. Her toga was stretched seductively across her breasts emphasising the fullness of her new breasts to such a degree that she felt as though she were a Playboy centerfold. Thick nipples were just visible beneath the white fabric, their indentations protruding through the filmy material as though they were rosebuds during the first hint of spring. Down below, a thin cord illuminated an hourglass figure. The remaining material below her belt, just 6 inches in length, exposed her tanned and shapely legs from well above mid thigh. Pleased, stimulated, and feeling hornier than she had in months, Samantha took a sip of her wine and descended the stairs slowly, one at a time, as though testing the depths of the waters below. The reaction wasn't immediate. After all, it was a formal gathering and the customers of McMann and Tate were too well versed to create some crass collective behaviour towards the wife of a business associate. Besides, they had all been introduced to Darrin's wife previously upon entering the Steven's home. As the minutes ticked by, however, their awareness of the changes in their hostess's appearance began to permeate the room. Tensions shifted, conversations intensified; in short, testosterone was being released by the bucket loads. As a result, the men (being men) assumed, that her transformation was due solely to the change in her attire. The young man who had spilled the drink on Sam approached her first, this time, eyes up, attention duly focused. "I am so sorry for spilling the drink on you", he intoned in a nearly servile demeanour, "Is there anything I can get you?" Then he looked down and unabashedly stared at her breasts again for the second time that evening. "Get me?" "Oh, I'm sorry," he stammered looking up again. You're just so incredibly beautiful and..." Sam wiggled her nose and cast a spell, which made everyone in the room freeze. In this state, they were unconscious, unmoving, and unseeing. "Get me? Yes I think there is something you can get me," said Sam out loud knowing full well he couldn't hear a thing. She unbuckled the young man's pants and drew down his underwear. When she was finished he stood there in his jacket, tie, socks and shoes looking quite comical. His thick penis hung down out of a nest of jet-black pubic hair and seemed to be the only thing that wasn't frozen stiff on his otherwise suspended body. She would soon fix that. Samantha took his limp penis in her hand and wiggled her nose again, releasing the area between his navel and his thighs from her numbing spell in order to restore its sensitivity. She knew that he could now feel that part of his body without being able to stop what was being done to it. Samantha stroked his penis and it began to stiffen. She held his balls with the other hand and squeezed them softly feeling them move slightly against each other through the thin skin of his ball sac. At the same time she used her thumbnail to scratch the underside of his dick where it joined his sack. As his now awakening shaft began to harden even more, Samantha opened her mouth and placed her lips firmly but gently around the tip of his knob. It had been a long time since she had given anyone, including her husband oral sex, but she seemed to remember the procedure. Succumbing to the soft sensations of her hot wet mouth, the young man's penis was now totally erect as Samantha began to suck him in earnest, moving her mouth all the way down into his pubic hair and closing her lips around him as tightly as she could. When she slid her mouth back up, his shaft emerged inch-by-inch, shiny and stiff. After swallowing him to the root five or six times Sam began to crave more. He was not badly hung, perhaps seven inches or more, but why not give him an additional 3? It would be the largest cock she'd ever had and she seriously doubted that he would ever have cause to complain. Sam slid her mouth down the length of his entire penis again, but this time, when she felt the tip of his prick knock against the back of her throat, she wiggled her nose in his pubic hair and caused his prick to lengthen 3 more inches! All at once she felt his rubbery hardness lodge even further down her throat and nearly choked as she felt her gag reflex react to the intruder. After telling herself to relax, however, she soon began to accommodate his 10-inch manhood so that she actually began to enjoy the experience of having her mouth and throat crammed full of hard stiff cock! As Sam deep-throated this stiff slab of flesh, she began to concentrate on his balls slapping her on the chin. She held them in her hand and squeezed gently while with her other hand she followed the progress of her mouth as it moved up and down on his newly extended saliva-coated prick. She could feel the tension in his whole groin and knew he was not far away from orgasm. Suddenly, another idea struck her. She wiggled her nose again and this time added 2 inches of girth to his penis. The excitement she felt was incredible. Her mouth and throat were now totally stuffed with prick meat as she clamped down tighter against the thick shaft passing through her lips. She sucked his big cock as hard as she could which caused her cheeks to pucker in tightly around his throbbing penis. While her lips glided easily up and down his frozen cock-lance she tightened her fist around the root of his fuck-organ in order to commence a frantic hand-job. In this way she found herself jacking his cock urgently from the hairy base all the way up to her sucking lips, back and forth, up and down, desperately trying to coax the hot load of molten cum to start spewing out of his piss hole and into her awaiting mouth. As she felt his body begin to shudder she reached behind him and found the tight ring of his anus. Using her long middle finger, she penetrated it up to the knuckle. That seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, propelling his pelvis forward, he orgasmed magnificently into her mouth, his banking angry cock throbbing its way down the back of her throat in order to release its red hot load as deeply into her gullet as possible. Hungrily she clung to the erupting fuck-pole, sucking and jacking tirelessly, ecstatically relishing the taste of his seed as it spewed and spouted endlessly between her lips. Again and again the hot, sticky jism spewed out of his prick, basting her tonsils with milky torrents of cum as the sappy white stuff poured down her throat. Samantha revelled in the sensation of such a decadent act. The copious amount of sperm cascading into her mouth excited her beyond belief. Even after he had emptied his load, she kept sucking as hard as she could, hearing her own sloppy, slurping cock-sucking sounds filling the quiet living room as she continued to cling and nurse the pulsing stiffness of the young man's prick. She didn't stop sucking his penis until nearly a minute later, when she was sure she'd milked the last droplets out of the crown of this cock. "Get me? That's what you can get me. Thank you very much!" she cried, pulling the big cock-pole out of her mouth, rewarding its fat knob with a loving kiss. After cleaning up, she blinked the party back into progress. Things went immediately back to normal except that the young man she had just so spectacularly blown now seemed more relaxed than anybody else in the room. She smiled at him and he smiled back, but his eyes were in a bit of a haze this time, as though he had just woken up. She also thought she saw him fumbling around for his dick through his pant's pocket. No doubt, he was wondering how he had attained a nine-inch penis. Sam giggled to herself. So this was what mortal Americans meant by "a cocktail party." Part Two It wasn't long before Larry Tate, Darrin's boss made his way over to Samantha. Always having an eye for her he lost no time in admiring her improvements. "Sam, I must say, you seem to get younger every day." His eyes were downcast and steadily fixed on her newly expanded bust. Sam was reminded of Superman trying to burn his way through steel with x-ray vision. "Why, thank you Larry." "And is that a kind of toga you have on? I don't think I've ever seen a dress quite like that?" He reached out his hand and for a split second Sam thought that he was going to touch her breast, or stroke a nipple, but his hand suddenly fell away as he shifted his focus ever so slightly towards a movement behind her. Managing to move into a position at his side instead of directly in front of him she understood the target of his distraction. Katja was at that moment talking to a business executive. Larry's view, and now hers' was of Katja from the rear. Her tight turquoise micro mini was stretched around two hard asscheeks, which looked as though they had been sculpted in marble. So taut was the material stretched around the globes of her out- thrust posterior in fact that it seemed quite obvious to the onlookers that she was not wearing any underwear. Furthermore, her skirt had once more ridden so high that the space between her slim upper thighs, (where they didn't quite meet), was also revealed. As a result, one needed little or no imagination whatsoever to apprehend that the covered slit of her pussy mound was only a fraction of an inch out of sight! The view couldn't have been sexier if she had been completely naked. Both Larry and Sam stopped talking as they admired the teenager's obvious charms. Larry was the first to speak in a desire to break the awkward moment. "Maybe we should inform Katja that her dress has ridden up out of place." "Yes Larry, why don't you?" "Come on now Sam, you're the hostess," he implored, his gaze never leaving the young girl's succulent ass. "Oh Larry, what's the big deal? Are you embarrassed by the charms of a young girl?" "Not me, no," he stammered, coming back down to earth, "I'm just thinking about her own propriety ." "Well I don't think she dressed in such a short skirt in order to portray a sense of piety, do you?" Sam teased. But Larry didn't answer. He seemed lost in his own thoughts as he continued staring. "After all," she added, "she's your model." Sam looked towards Katja, just in time to see the young girl bend down to the coffee table in order to retrieve a snack. She heard Larry gasp audibly as Katja's panty covered wedge came into view. The darkness of her pubic hair was now visible through the thin tightly stretched fabric of her panties. In fact her bush was so thick that it bulged out of the sides her underwear treating Larry and Sam to an unobstructed view of black pussy hair springing out wildly along the crease of her groin. It was at that moment when instinct, more than a conscious decision came into play. Sam wiggled her nose for the third time that evening and the whole room froze. Reaching out, she put her hand on the upper slopes of the girl's ass, which were still covered by her micro mini. The muscles of her firm backside were taut to the extreme in this position, as she had been frozen while bending over. Sam's long fingers found the hem of her mini dress and then crept downwards towards Katja's exposed panties. Slipping her hand through the young girl's thighs, she cupped the panty- covered mound with the palm of her hand. She was amazed to discover that the girl's underwear turned into a string, which ran into the crack of her ass. "So that's why there was no panty line," she thought. Through the thin material, she could feel the softness of the young girl's pubic hair, her thick labia, and the warmth of her vagina pulsating from within. Bewitched She knelt down on the floor and looked up at Larry's frozen face. Blinking once, she released the witchcraft controlling his eyes, consciousness, and penis. Darrin's boss could now watch Sam's actions and be aroused by them without having any further control over the rest of his body. Pleased by her actions, she decided to continue her assault on the helpless female before her. Slowly, she peeled Katja's underpants down her shapely legs. The abundance of curly black hair, which grew all around her cunt and up the crack of her ass, only helped to enforce and redefine the girl's ripe and flagrant sexuality. Meaty lips, succulent and full were now visibly protruding through her thighs awaiting Sam's touch. She leaned in closer and smelled the vaginal musky fragrance of the young girl. A heady aroma filled Sam's nostrils, the vapours filling her lungs before travelling down to her own vagina in an electric circuit which began to tickle and stimulate her clitoris. She reached up to the exposed genital area above her and gently squeezed the protruding soft labia together and then released them. So pliant, succulent, and warm they felt that she repeatedly palpitated the young flesh as though she were milking a sponge. Her reward was a secretion of pussy juice on the palm of her hand. Wantonly, she reached out her tongue and dabbed at the sticky mass she had collected, tasting the young Russian's pussy juice for the first time. Its taste was tangy and pungent, not unlike Russian caviar she thought. "Ummmm," she groaned, "so sweet and aromatic, and from such a hot young slut besides!" Feeling giddy with desire Sam wrapped her arms around Katja's unresisting thighs and mashed her huge boobs into the back of the teenager's legs. She then plunged her tongue into the girl's hairy quim from the rear. The taste was delicious. Samantha ravenously licked up and down, stabbing her agile tongue again and again into the girl's hot East European cunt. Like a piston she drilled into the exposed orifice, willing her tongue to probe past the fat outer pussy lips and as far into the sweet slit as possible. She brought her hands off the girl's slender hips and used two long fingers to spread the labia apart in order to give her easier access. The inner folds were wet and glistening and as Sam began to sample the delicate flesh of the young girl's cunt, she had a sudden idea. If she could use her witchcraft to extend a penis, why not use it to lengthen her own tongue? Sam wiggled her nose and felt her tongue begin to elongate, creeping ever so slowly past the girl's hairy outer lips and into the tight confines of her succulent cunt. Inch by inch, deeper and deeper into the narrow tunnel her serpent's tongue travelled like a hungry predator. Almost immediately she felt strong vaginal muscles contract around her tongue in a vice-like grip. It was as though the girl's pussy had turned into an octopussy as it hungrily gripped and sucked at the intruder with all the force it could muster! Inspired, Samantha began to probe and explore, slipping her abnormally long and dextrous tongue into the girl's hairy orifice once again. Finding her way into an incredibly tight narrow channel she bathed and swirled her the entire length of her tongue against the smooth inner pussy walls as though she were painting them. At the same time, she could feel the girl begin to secrete cum which mixed together with her own saliva. The result was a delicious creamy pussy paste that she swallowed hungrily before reshaping her tongue into a spear in order to be used as a battering ram inside Katja's tightly gripping vaginal canal. In spite of her frozen condition, Katja's legs began to tremble and Sam knew that her orgasm was approaching fast. Thinking to let the girl experience the pleasure as fully as possible, Sam twitched her nose and released the young teenager from her body-freezing spell. She knew it was a risk, but one that she willing to take if it would increase the girl's pleasure as well as her own. As Katja was zapped back into reality Samantha knew her decision to restore all of the girl's senses had been the right one. Almost immediately she felt the weight of the girl's body push back into her face imploring her to stab her long tongue even further up the crack of her juicy cunt. At the same time, her nose was driven into the sweet smelling crevice of her palatable young ass! As Sam inhaled the toxic aroma of the young girl's anus, she felt herself swooning into an erotic state of euphoria. Her tongue was now buried completely inside the girl's hot cunt at one end while her nostrils were filled with the pungent bouquet of asshole scent on the other. Breathing strenuously through her nose, her olfactory senses were flooded with the exotic smells afforded to the region between the girl's ass cheeks. A fragrant anal aroma mixed together with the scent of cunt juice and sweat was now being blended into a heady aphrodisiac, which nearly made her pass out. At the same time, she was also amazed at discovering how quickly Katja recovered from her frozen state of immobility. The little slut didn't seem perplexed or apprehensive at all as she ground her genital area into Sam's face, seemingly intent upon receiving as much stimulation as possible inside her cunt and up her ass. At one point, Sam felt her reach between her legs in order to spread her cunt lips and frig her clitoris hard up onto Sam's elongated and piston-like tongue. "Da! Da!" Samantha heard the Russian girl exclaim, grinding her cunt against Sam's mouth in an effort to finish herself off. Sam concentrated all her effort now on penetrating the teenager's vagina as deeply as possible, fucking in and out of her cunt with rapid strokes. Feeling her tongue slide past Katja's fingers, which were busy rubbing and stimulating her own clitoris at a frantic pace towards orgasm, Katja's legs began to buckle and tremble as she humped her ass up and down against Sam's nose, mouth, and chin, crying out in Russian and breaking the silence of the room. Copious amounts of sweet sticky pussy juice spilled into Samantha's mouth as though a small dam had broken from somewhere deep inside the young girl's body. Not wanting to miss a drop of the precious nectar, Sam shaped her tongue into funnel in order to capture as much of the sweet fluid as possible. When she was sure she had depleted this most sweetest of reservoirs, she gave Katja's nether lips one last suck, pulling them gently into her mouth. She then withdrew her tongue, leaving the girl trembling and panting as though she had just run a marathon. When Katja finally turned around to look down over her shoulder, her speech was sporadic, her breathing -winded. "That was incredible," she managed to pant between gasps. "What are you doing to me? What is happening?" "You are what is happening my little Russian minx," Samantha said, "giving the girl a small kiss on her perfectly round ass. Gazing up at her face, Katja seemed even more beautiful, her face flushed, her white teeth visible through the panting of her open mouth. Pivoting slightly on her knees, Sam peered around the side of the girl and saw that Katja's un-tucked blouse was now hanging down so that from the floor the bottom spheres of her spectacularly huge breasts were completely exposed. The older woman had surmised from viewing the girl earlier that she had been wearing a bra. Instead she gazed upon bare solid globes which hung down unsupported, their undersides fuller than a girl her slim size and age had a right to be. As Sam observed their magnificent volume, she saw that they were adorned with pink puffy nipples nearly four inches wide. "Miraculous," Sam muttered under her breath. Wasting no time, she reached up and moved her hands under the girl's hanging blouse and took hold of each tit so that a warm mass of creamy flesh filled her hands. As she caressed the under swing of each full sphere, the girl's breasts began to sway gently as they moved out from Sam's grasp - her small hands unable to contain them. Marvelling at their spectacular circumference, she traced the outline of the sublime curves with her index finger and then squeezed ever so gently until she felt a nipple slide between her forefinger and thumb. Immediately the nub swelled and stiffened, and she tweaked it roughly and pulled, elongating the girl's teats in her pent up passion. As she leaned forward to get a better grip, her mouth once again came into delicious contact with Nicole's asscheeks. She scrimmaged with her nose in the cleavage and breathed once again into the warm dark scent of the girl's posterior. Two half moons surrounded her nose and mouth suffocating and intoxicating her simultaneously. This was lewd Sam thought. In this position she crouched down as low as possible and kissed the extended bottom cheeks licking them north and south with great long slobbery dog licks. She stopped to nibble, leaving a line of love bites just above Katja's buttocks. She then moved lower down, licking east west, across the steep valley, which she descended into before clambering out the other side. And each time she crossed the bottom of the steep crevice, which was dark and mysterious and strangely enchanting, she wanted to linger and explore in every nook and cranny. At length she ventured headfirst into the vale from its northern entrance at the base of Katja's spine. She began to lap the valley floor, following with her nose, until she was swallowed up in the unique warmth and scent and taste of summer dusk. When she came at last upon the little hidden target of the girl's anus tucked away inside this forbidden abyss, she rested, although her tongue remained extended at its outer perimeter, poised for attack. After lingering inside the heady aroma of the young Russian's anal crack, she seemed to come to some decision. Reluctantly, she removed her hands from the girl's succulent breasts in order to pull the bottom cheeks wide apart. She saw her tongue ahead of her, ready to probe in earnest, and with Katja's exquisite nether cheeks spread open beneath her gaze, she once again studied the very formation at its heart. A pothole, albeit slightly obscured by dense black hair, tiny and unguarded came into view- an entrance to a weird and wonderful cavern of subterranean delights only to be guessed at. She pushed the tip of her tongue against the hole and felt the earth pushing back against her, and then around her, drawing her in. She pushed harder. How dark and thrilling she mused. How very close and private. She ventured in as far as she was able, giddy with excitement. How individual and extraordinarily privileged she felt to be rimming the asshole of such a young and beautiful teenage girl! Her tongue was now shaped into a spear once again as she began to probe Katja's asshole with long deep thrusts. Moving past the tight ring of her anal opening she propelled her dextrous tongue forward, searching out the depths and secrets of Katja's dank inner bowels. She discovered a deep mysterious world full of heady aromas and pungent smells as she lapped mercilessly into the young girl's forbidden back passage. At the same time she shoved a long, well-manicured finger up the girl's young cunt, eliciting a sharp moan of pleasure. Katja was certainly enjoying the double experience of having her asshole reamed out and her cunt penetrated Sam noted. For she as worked both holes simultaneously, she felt Katja force her ass up against her mouth, grinding and gyrating with such force that she wondered for a moment if Katja was not only a model, but a Russian gymnast as well! At any rate, the backward thrust of her ass caused Sam's tongue to be lodged so far up her rectum that Sam discovered her tongue, which was fully extended, was now trapped inside the vice-like grip of the girl's anal ring. At the same time, her mouth was now being pressed so tightly against Katja's asshole that suction was created forcing Sam's lips into Katja's rectal opening as well! Sam now began to wonder if she could dislodge herself from the girl's hungry asshole had she desired to do so. Experimentally, Sam prized the girl's ass cheeks as wide apart as possible and withdrew her tongue. This resulted in an audible plop! The noise alerted her, and for some reason she turned around to see if anyone had noticed the sound. Instead, she found herself staring into the vacant eyes of Larry, Darrin's boss looking down at her from his frozen position. Feeling absolutely wicked, she quickly wiggled her nose and released him from his spell. At first he seemed to be too surprised to react to the situation around him. Here he was at a dinner party with absolutely no comprehension as to why all the other guests were frozen around him. It seemed as though events were taking place in some kind of weird science fiction film. But then his male instincts began to take over as he focused on what was transpiring right in front of him. Sam, Darrin's wife was rimming out the ass of McMann and Tate's new Russian model. Whatever the reasons for this extremely strange situation, an opportunity like this was not to be missed, regardless of the incredibly strange circumstances surrounding it! Larry unzipped his pants, pulled out his big dick and lifted up Samantha's toga. There before him was a sight he had long since dreamed about. Samantha's beautiful ass was encased in see-through panties. Feeling the length of his hardness with one hand, he reached out and ripped off her panties with a sense of urgency he didn't know he still possessed. He then shoved a finger into her cunt from behind and slowly lifted her ass up with it so that he could see his handy work more clearly. Her cunt was sucking at his finger like a hungry mouth and Larry was well aware that the time was ripe to finally give his employee's wife the good fucking she deserved. As if reading his mind Samantha took his finger out of her cunt, sucked it and then said, "Well, Larry, what are you waiting for? Don't you want to fuck me?" "Oh Sam, you know I do," he stammered, unable to believe the now verbal invitation. Quickly, he greased his prick along the folds of her wet cunt lips and then plunged his rampant hard-on as hard as he could into her soaking slimy twat. He heard Sam groan as his long meaty sausage plugged into her cunt from behind, the thickness of it causing her to grunt as she returned to rimming out Katja's asshole. When he was sure she was moving with him, he removed his hands from her hips in order to secure the prize of Katja's immense breasts. Her nipples, now fully extended were so succulent and enticing that just the feel of their hardness between his thumb and forefingers made him nearly want to ejaculate into Samantha's wet gash. But he held back heroically, focusing instead on plying the mounds of Katja's overripe breasts, knowing full well that this was a once in a lifetime experience. In the meantime, Sam returned to licking out Katja's hot anus making the teenager buck into her face from above. It seemed that she was also on the brink of orgasm as Sam continued to simultaneously stroke her clitoris. If everything was timed just right, judging from the pounding Larry was giving her and the sounds of his increasing moans, they would all come together. Sure enough Sam soon felt Larry lunge against her as he exploded into orgasm, his thick cock jetting its wad of sperm deep inside her tight throbbing cunt. Gob after gob of his milky goo filled her tight channel to overflowing, the excess dripping out of her pussy and coating her thick pubic hair with a creamy paste. At the same time Katja began to wail and sing out in Russian as she orgasmed again, her tight butt cheeks clenching inwards as she came, trapping Sam's mouth once more into the confines of her hungry anus, her cunt walls spasming around Samantha's finger like a suckling infant. The extreme lewdness of the being sandwiched between her husband's boss, who was shooting his wad deep into her tightly filled pussy from behind and the sensation of having her tongue squeezed into the bowels of this most beautiful of teenage girl's, soon caused Sam to lose control as well. Her orgasm erupted into a mind-blowing, cunt-wrenching sensation of pleasure and pain as she peaked, the inner walls of her pussy seemingly catching on fire. Her tremors and spasms caused her vaginal walls to contract around Larry's spent prick – milking the last drops of semen from his dwindling cock like some kind of sucking machine. An inner glow spread through her as she now withdrew her tongue out of Katja's rectum. A pungent aroma filled her mouth, as she tasted the tartness of Katja's anal flavours on the tip of her tongue. It seemed that the girl too wanted to share that most exotic of cocktails as she turned around to give Sam a passionate kiss tasting her own anal juices. Sucking purposely into Sam's mouth, she once again drew the long tongue forward until she felt it lodge down her throat amazing Sam with her guttural capacity. Unbeknownst to the satiated trio, outside the house another carnal scene was erupting as their neighbours, the middle-aged Kravitz's were completing their lust, having witnessed the lewd scene taking place inside the Steven's house from just outside the living room window. Abner Kravitz was now orgasming inside the confines of his wife's anus, her entreaties to stop only spurring him on further. If Gladys was going to be a voyeur, then this punishment was what she deserved, although judging from the sounds of her orgasm, he was pretty sure she enjoyed getting her back passage plugged for the first time as much as he did. As he rammed the last drops of his spunk deep inside her 50 year old rectum, she moaned into the glass of the window, her large floppy tights squashed against the window frame as her husband squeezed and tweaked her nipples causing her to shriek out in agitated delight. Much later, Sam and Darrin's dinner guests were leaving. All of them expressed their gratitude for such a well-organized buffet and pleasurable company. They were very warm in their attentions to Samantha and at least half of them had drunk up enough courage to give her a hug, making sure that their embraces were intimate enough to feel her large tits mash into their chests. As Larry left he seemed a bit subdued, but otherwise behaved himself as decorum dictated, Sam duly having erased his memory of the sexual encounter just as she had with the others. "Samantha," he said reaching out to stroke her bare arm warmly, "you are a perfect hostess and a lovely wife. Darrin is lucky to have you." "Well thank you Larry," Samantha replied, "That was a nice thing to say. I will always be glad to accommodate you and your clients if the need arises," and then gave him a little wink. For a split second Larry seemed on the verge of recognizing some hidden innuendo, but then it passed and he simply nodded his thanks once more and left. As Darrin walked his boss out to the car Samantha turned to say good-by to her last guest, Katja. "Mrs Stevens, thank you for a lovely party." "Samantha. Please call me Samantha" "Da, Samantha then," smiled Katja warmly. "You are welcome back anytime," said Sam with more than a little sincerity in her voice. "I somehow knew you would say that," smiled Katja teasingly. "Oh, and why is that?" asked Sam, her curiosity piqued. "Because....," said Katja, taking Sam gently by the shoulders and turning her around to face the living room, "I know what's on the tip of your tongue." She then wiggled her nose. Immediately, the living room was transformed and all traces of a dinner party vanished. Sam's jaw dropped open. When she turned around Katja was heading down the path towards the street, her hips swaying - her legs graceful in their model's stride. As Sam followed her with her eyes, she saw for a split second, or thought she saw, Katja's long dark hair turn blond and shorten to shoulder length. As her eyes travelled even further down past her compact ass and long shapely legs, she saw a golden bracelet with a hint of green strapped around one perfect ankle. Bewitched As Sam looked on in astonishment, her mind spinning, the girl climbed into Larry's car and the transformation was over, she was a brunette again. As the car pulled away, Sam saw her wink. A recognizable wink. One that she was familiar with. "Tabatha!" Sam mouthed silently to herself as the headlights disappeared around the corner. And in spite of herself, she found herself smiling. Bewitched "Emperor?" says a distant voice. Emperor Faire barely heard the voice of his assistant Markus. "Hmmm?" was his only reply. "Sir, we are busy with plans for your anniversary celebration, and we are becoming concerned that you are simply sitting on your throne in your own world. Please forgive me for saying these things to you, but you must understand, the people expect you to show a little more enthusiasm during this special occasion." Looking down at the picture in his hand and stroking it tenderly with his thumb, Faire sighs "Yes of course". "Everyone in the palace understands this is a hard time for you, but your people need to see you as the strong and powerful emperor they have come to know you as." "You are correct, enough of this, I cannot let myself get this way any longer!" he exclaims and tears the picture in half and letting it drop to the floor. "Very good sir, you have a meeting to attend shortly if you would like to prepare." Without another word Emperor Faire marches out of the room, leaving Markus alone in the throne room. He picks up the torn picture from the floor, with every intention to throw it away. Suddenly one of the Emperor's many guards rushes in. "Markus...." he calls out stopping in front of him, his face in a state of disbelief and excitement. "What is it?" Markus asks anxiously. "I saw... I saw her." "Saw her? Her who?" He points to the torn picture in Markus' hand, "Her." "Are you sure it was her?" "Positive. I would not make a mistake like that. I saw her, the woman that plagues the emperor's memories, the woman in all his dreams, and the woman he pines over every moment of the day. It was her." "Did she see you?" "No" "Good, come let us plan what to do with this information." ---------- Rena was busy washing the dishes; her back was turned and did not notice that she was being snuck up on. She is humming to herself, and glancing out the window over the sink, all the while the large man gets closer and closer to her. Just before he is able to take her by surprise, her voice breaks the silence loud and clear "Don't even think about it, Don." Don wraps his arms around Rena's waist in a warm embrace. "Why whatever do you mean dear?" She rolls her eyes but smiles when she feels his lips graze against her neck. "I have never been able to sneak up on you, I don't know why." Rena turns around, his arm still around her holding her close. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her hips against his. Smiling she says in a soft whisper next to his ear, "Does it really matter?" and brushes her lips against his ear. He smiles and presses his hips into her firmly, "Not at all my love." "Mmmm" Rena moans softly and uses the tip of her tongue to lick the ridge of his ear. A shiver of pleasure runs up his spine. His hands slide underneath her shirt, his rough hands rubbing up her creamy soft and smooth skin. He slides her shirt up and over her head, her nipples immediately getting hard when the cool air touches them. His lips brushing against her neck lightly as she tilts her head to give him full access. His hands slide up from her waist to cup her breasts, gently rolling her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing a moan to escape her throat where his lips still roamed. She slid his shirt up, her fingers grazing against his bare sides as she lifted it. He lifted his arms and took his lips away from her skin only long enough for her to remove his shirt then immediately replaced his lips on her soft skin and his hands massaging her breasts once again. Her fingertips trace down his spine lightly, causing him to shiver. Goosebumps start appearing on his skin. "Oh Rena" he whispers next to her ear, his breath moving past her ear softly making her body melt into his. Her long nimble fingers start to unbuckle his belt, sliding down his trousers. He can see a smile on her lips and a wicked gleam in her eye. This look on her face along with the removal of his trousers causes a stirring of his manhood, this power she has over him is incredible and he would not change it for the world. She seems to be able to make him aroused with a mere look, and she knew it all too well. He felt her fingers wrap around his long hard shaft, her thumb rubbing the very tip slowly back and forth. His eye close slowly, she can hear his breathing change to a slightly faster pace. She starts sliding her hand up and down, only cupping his shaft in her fingers right now, but as she feels it twitch she wraps her fingers all the way around and pumps a little faster and a little harder until she hears him groan. She was getting excited too; she could feel the dampness growing between her own legs. Just hearing him moan was something that would make her excited, she wasn't sure if he knew this or not, she didn't care either. As soon as she heard him groan she moved her body in close, her hips grinding against his. She ran her lips up his jaw line, sucking and gently nibbling his ear lobe. Licking up the ridge of his ear and blowing softly against the trail drove him wild. He grabbed her and quickly pushed her long skirt down over her hips; pressing her against the wall, pushing her legs apart with a gentle force that she seemed to welcome. The tip of his manhood moved along her inner thigh, up towards her wetness, he can feel the warmth beckoning to him. Lifting her legs up around his waist, she pulls him into her. With her arms around his neck as he presses himself into her welcoming body, he can hear her gasp with pleasure. He begins to move himself back and forth inside her, the pleasing friction makes them both moan against each other's lips as they kiss. She presses her fingers deep into his back as she feels the explosive orgasm building inside her. The harder she pressed, the harder he seemed to thrust into her, driving them both wild with passion. She could feel his body tense, and she knew he was not long before he would be overwhelmed with it all and need to release it inside her. "Oh God Don" she managed to whisper breathlessly. Hearing his name on her lips while in the throes of passion was enough to drive him over the edge. He felt the spasm and sweet release, as did she. When she felt his warm liquid starting to fill her it caused a wave of pleasure to roll up her body and her orgasm was released at last. With her hands grabbing the back of his head she pressed her lips to his firmly, and moaned deeply into his mouth. They lied on the floor of the kitchen for awhile, her head resting on his shoulder and his arm around her. She softly stroked his chest with her hand, a smile of contentment on both their lips. Neither was aware that their bliss would soon be rudely interrupted. ---------- Rena and Don were finishing getting dressed when they heard the creaking of wheels coming up the road. This was the only house on this road, so either these people were lost or they were coming to pay a visit, but the look they gave each other said that neither was expecting visitors. Glancing out the window that faced the road, they saw an enclosed wagon without windows that had the Emperor of Faire's seal on the side pull up. Two very large men were sitting up on the seat. "What are they doing here? They are a little outside their borders, this is a free land." Said Don haughtily, he did not care for the politics in the neighbouring land, and was proud to be a free born man. Emperor Faire got his position through a hostile attack and ruled with an iron fist. He had been the Emperor for a few years now, and many of his followers believed in him blindly. "Calm yourself" Rena said softly, but she was just as curious to the presence of these men at their doorstep. The two men got down from their perch atop the wagon and walked to their door. Their knock was loud and more intimidating than it needed to be if this were a social call. Without waiting for the door to be opened for them, they opened it and walked in, having to bend over as they entered. "This is the home of Rena Amara" said the one on the left. It was a statement more than it was a question. "What of it" said Don stepping forward "You have no power here..." "Shut up!" he said using the back of his large hand to strike Don across the face. Reeling back from the blow, his hand on the side of his face, Rena rushes to his side, trying to see the damage. Whispering words of comfort in his ear, and for an unexplainable reason they made him feel better. "You are she" said the other, looking her up and down. "She doesn't look that dangerous" he said to his partner in a hushed tone but Rena still heard them. "We were told she was very dangerous and to collar her immediately, so we shall" It was then that Rena saw a flash of light gleaming off a piece of silver metal in one of the men's hands. She recognized it immediately for what it was a Collar of Power. It was made to bind the powers of a witch and render her helpless. She glanced at Don, he did not know her for what she truly was, nor did she want him to, at least not yet, she wasn't ready. She had been so careful not to allow him to know. She was worried that if it was revealed to him now in this moment that he will feel so betrayed that he will allow them to take her and good riddance. She stood up straight, looking the man with the collar in the eye. "I am she... what is it that you want?" Sounding more confident than she felt. "You are to come with us" he glances at Don "peacefully" Rena caught his meaning, there was no missing it. "They can't take you Rena, they don't have the authority to do so." "We can't stop them, they will kill you just to take me, and you can't do anything to help if you are dead" she whispered harshly Don looked at each of the men up and down slowly, seeing their strong muscles as well as their weapons on their hips. There was no hope he could win a fight with one of these men let alone both, and Rena was so delicate he couldn't stand to see her get hurt. He sighs in defeat. With that sigh, the larger of the two steps forward. Rena step in front of Don, facing him. "Call Jeremy" she whispered. "Jeremy?" Don was perplexed, why would she tell him to call that guy, he was just a very skinny man that could be snapped in half like a twig. He would be no help in rescuing Rena. "Promise me..." she said, the desperation in her voice told him that he must do as she asked and that she truly believed Jeremy had something to offer. All he could do is nod as he watched the large man snap the silver collar around her neck in one fluid motion. She gasped as if it caused her pain, but how a smooth piece of metal could cause her physical pain he didn't know, it must be the shock of the cold collar against her beautiful and delicate throat. "Come" said the man pulling her towards the door, she follows him out. Don steps forward but the second of the men moves in front of him. "And as for you" he says in a gruff voice. That was all Don heard before he felt the strong punch to the face, blacking out before even hitting the floor. Rena was securely shackled in the wagon, a set of irons on her wrists, and another set on her ankles. Each of the shackles was attached to the metal walls of the wagon by a heavy chain. The man even took an extra precaution by clipping a chain to the metal collar. Rena could feel the extra weight against her. She was surprised that they were so through in making sure she could not escape, they obviously did not trust the Collar of Power to do its job. The man eventually left her, and she could hear the lock of the wagon door click as he closed it. After a few moments she felt the wagon jerk forward, as she sat all alone with her thoughts, all she could do was hope that Don did as she asked, and wonder at what terrible fate might befall her when the wagon stopped. Bewitched? It was just past dawn and the sun colored the sky a shy pink. As the summer was nearing its end, there were large cobwebs jeweled with dewdrops, sparkling in the early light. The lush green in the glade glittered with dew as well. The air smelled of moist earth and spices, without a doubt announcing the onset of autumn. He threw his head back and inhaled the scents with relish. Gods, he loved this time of the year. The dust and ashes of high summer were over and the bitter cold of winter was not yet at hand. Laughing out loud he expanded his muscled arms to embrace the world and turned to leave this secluded spot. He roamed through the woods at will. Nobody knew for sure where he lived, where he slept if he slept. All the people of the land knew for certain was that he brought bad luck. He was aware of the belief, but secretly despised them for their silly superstition. The only thing that kept him from enlightening them, was the advantages it brought him. He tossed his hair in the wind, the dark locks reaching almost to his shoulders and his dark blue eyes had a mischievous spark in them. Let them be scared of him. That kept them well and nice out of his way. Judging from the sun, he guessed it was about noon as he returned to the little clearing. It was his own favorite spot, very secluded and with a small brook nearby. There even grew a few apple trees and in one spot a nice patch of mushrooms returned every year. It was too early for apples or mushrooms so there was no danger of humans hunting for them. He felt free to stretch his limbs and lie basking in the sun. Under the influence of the warm sun and the soft droning of bees his eyes started to close. Dozing in his private patch of greenery he slipped into dreamtime. It might have been the cracking of a twig or something that alerted him in the first place. Shifting almost imperceptibly he turned his head in the direction of the sound. He pretended to be asleep and hid the angry glow in his eyes. Who dared to intrude this far into his territory? Although he heard someone moving he could see nothing. Getting more irritated by the minute he gave up his pretense and stood erect. With his head thrown back he looked around him but still with no result. Nobody he could see. Frowning he moved a few paces towards the sounds. As soon as he started moving the sounds stopped. The minute he stopped moving however, the sounds started again. After three of four times, he gave up. Feeling more than a little uncomfortable, he returned to the middle of the glade and stood with his back to the direction from which the noises came. Maybe that way he could fool whoever was out there. He closed his eyes so he could concentrate on listening. He opened his eyes again and had to shake his head. A weird dream was clinging to him and making him restless. Nobody was able to sneak up on him, nobody. So where did that dream come from? He knew the dream meant something special, but he was not sure what. Sighing he turned to leave the glade again. If he wanted to know the meaning of the dream he had to visit Emma. He groaned at the thought, because the old woman always took her time in dispensing her wisdom. And maybe worse, she was not superstitious at all so she treated him the same as she treated other people. Muttering he made his way to the hut of the old woman. He could not afford to let the dream slip by. From a long way off he could smell Emma busy with her trade. He rounded the bend in the path and saw the old woman standing over a big mortar. Her legs braced she pounded a huge pestle with concentration, crushing a load of herbs for a potion. That was all she ever did. Not healing, not comforting the sick, only providing the potions. And of course her talent for explaining the events of dreamtime. Despite her absorption in the work at hand, Emma heard someone approaching and straightened her back, resting her pestle against the side of the stone mortar. Watching, she admired the visitor as always. The stern face, the broad chest, the beautiful lines of powerful legs and the shining black coat. This time, though, the young man looked distinctly upset. Emma frowned. She could not remember ever having seen Conall upset before. "Conall, welcome." Emma wiped the sweat of her brow and leaned against the mortar. "Something to drink? Water? Wine?" She hid a grin when she saw the annoyed look on the other's face. She knew very well that she irritated Conall with her unhurried ways. Her guest shook his head but Emma fancied a drink herself so she shouted towards the house for her granddaughter to fetch a jug of wine. It didn't take long for Rose to come out. She had only recently come back to live with Emma and she had never seen Conall before. Her blue eyes turned big as saucers and she seemed rooted to the spot. The old woman took over the wine, poured herself a glass and offered Conall a glass as well. Emma smiled when the centaur accepted after all. He attention was focussed on Rose, on the glossy gold hair, the big eyes and the supple body, clad in a simple pink dress. "Conall, you never met Rose, my granddaughter, did you?" Emma was laughing a bit mockingly. Then she shifted her gaze to the young woman still staring at the visitor. "Rose, this is Conall. I told you about him." Emma settled herself on the tree stump in front of her house and sipped from her wine, enjoying the smooth taste and watching the others over the rim of her glass. The wine smelled like bitter chocolate and was nearly black in color. She noticed how the strong hands of Conall clutched the frail goblet. Her granddaughter looked flushed and appeared awed by the presence of the powerful young centaur. It took no more than two glasses before Emma had Conall speaking, telling his weird dream and asking for an explanation. Emma nodded as she listened, encouraging the other to describe his exact feelings. After she heard the whole tale she topped up the goblet and stood up. She patted the young man on his smooth bronzed shoulder. "I can see it has upset you. But don't worry. I think I can explain if you give me some time." Enjoying the aroma of the wine, she watched Conall empty his third glass. Muttering a bit about seasonal influences, the phase of the moon and the tendrils of fate she shuffled inside the cottage, leaving the two young people to their own devices. Conall knew he was drinking a bit too fast, but he felt upset all over again. Emma was being more tiresome than ever and apart from the dream he was feeling bad at ease. The old woman had been patting him on the shoulder as if he were a damned horse. But before he could chide her she had wandered off. He shrugged and realized she was leaving him in the company of the most delicious female he had ever seen. He could smell her hair and her skin, a mixture of roses, honey and something spicy. Conall was so astonished the old witch left him alone with her granddaughter that he never saw her turning back to make a sign at Rose. Conall was completely lost in the wondering blue eyes. He had never wanted a woman so bad before. Without thinking he stepped up and seized Rose by the arms. He thought he saw fear flash in her eyes but that excited him all the more. He was used to taking the occasional virgin who wandered too far into the woods. He bent his head and stifled her protest with his mouth. His tongue plunged right in and he felt her breasts press against his bare chest. The feel of hands caressing the shining coat on his back was completely different than anything he had ever felt before. Conall tried to back away, but it was too late. One of the soft hands stroked his chest, teasing his nipples to hard points. The other trailed along his side, dropped down to his belly and found its way to his cock. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. It felt incredible. The hands knew exactly how to please him, stroking his chest and his belly, teasing his cock to the brink and then slowing down again. After a while he felt his legs starting to quiver. His tongue plundered Rose's mouth and his hands had yanked the dress down, baring the small firm mounds with the dark pink tips. His fingers teased her nipples, making them hard as pebbles and then they tore the dress away. Baring her body to his hot gaze. Conall lowered his head to lick at her breasts while his hands wandered down to her hips, sliding round to cup her ass. He knew he was acting out of character, but he had never experienced a woman caressing him before. His cock was pumped by a warm, firm hand and the thumb caressing the underside drove him nearly wild. No longer able to hold back he reared on his hind legs and both front hooves thudded against the rim of the mortar. Rose's slim body was trapped between his front legs. His hands glided along the back of her thighs, grabbed her knees and lifted her unto the edge of the mortar as he draped her legs over his front legs, spreading her wide so he could easily penetrate her. Conall felt the pressure in his balls building up and thrust his hips forward. He wanted to fuck that warm, wet pussy. Without thought he bucked, and bucked again. He was oblivious to everything except the tightening in his balls, the tension in his cock. He never noticed that Rose had grabbed the pestle still resting inside the mortar. The final eruption of his seed threw Rose nearly backwards into the mortar, but she swung the pestle at the same time, knocking the solid stone against his skull. The girl stood panting on unsteady legs, her face lit by a smile. Her hands reached out and carefully touched the centaur's face. He lay in a crumpled heap, face pale and eyes closed, his breathing shallow. When the hands of the young woman reached him he looked up into her beautiful face. "Don't be upset. You gave me what I have wanted for many years." Emma's face had appeared instead of Rose's. "I still owe you your dream. It is this: no steering the wheel of fortune." She smiled into the bewildered face of the dying centaur. "You cannot escape your destiny because you can't see it coming." The centaur closed his eyes and sighed his last breath. Leaving the two witches hoping his seed would bring them everything except bad luck. Thank you for reading my story. Please vote. Feedback is always welcome. Bewitched This is a pilot episode for a possible full-length novella. I decided to place it in the 'Mind Control' category although I could have chosen BDSM or Non-Consent or perhaps even Erotic Horror, if it develops in that direction. * I awoke to soft lips and a moist mouth steadily suckling my dick under the sheet. It was a Saturday morning and I'd woken earlier, before drifting back into one of those deep, delicious, dream-filled sleeps you can enjoy at the weekend. I smiled and stretched lazily. The sheet fell away, revealing the blonde head of our new neighbour. My morning wood was sawing her mouth. Her head moved up and down on my stomach. She was fully dressed. At least, she was 'fully dressed' in the manner of a hotel chambermaid, with stockings, mini-skirt and a tight top. It was the uniform she wore round to our house to do our housework and chores, and to provide us with other services. I shifted my head on the pillow so I could look down and enjoy the view. Her name is Ellie and she's 23. She recently married Bob and they moved into our neighbourhood 3 weeks ago. The house they purchased next to ours seems cursed in some way. It's changed hands ten times now in less than two years. Bob and Ellie were thrilled at how reasonable the price seemed for such a great starter home. Ellie is a really pretty 'girl next door' type; honey blonde, busty, leggy. She has that creamy, pale skin that suntans, super white teeth, and a cute button nose. She had a couple of boyfriends before Bob but he's her first and only true love. "Mmm ..." I groaned appreciatively. Ellie's oral skills have improved a great deal recently. She's learned to butterfly her tongue and lips and to control her gag reflex. I knotted a handful of her soft buttery hair in my fingers and twisted her face up to look at me. Her blue eyes looked up into mine. She was wide awake but wore this glazed expression. The spark in her eyes was bright, yet somehow inert. Ellie carried on sucking me, her eyes fixed on mine, tongue slurping my shaft. I lay back deeper into the pillow and shut my eyes. I could feel the load building in my balls, that tightening in the thighs, my ass muscles clenching. Suddenly I sensed someone else in the room. I blinked open an eye and saw Samantha grinning down at me. She was dressed to go out, face made up, hair set. She gave me an amused and encouraging nod. Ellie's cheeks flushed in what might have been anger. Her glassy eyeballs had registered Sam's presence. Ellie could tell I was about to hose her larynx with my morning brew. "Yessssss ...." I gasped, as I reached that magical point of no return. I let go of Ellie's hair and grimaced, doing my best to smile up at my wife at the same time. Jet after thick jet of jizz pulsed out of my dick. It's like I've had some spell cast on me. I produce about a half a pint of semen on a typical morning. I'm not exaggerating. I mean it. Half a pint. Not just that, but it's unusually thick and lumpy, like a bowlful of creamy porridge. Only one special woman has ever been able to swallow every single drop down. Ellie's pretty forehead crumpled in distaste, like she'd sucked a lemon. Her eyes narrowed and her throat gulped. Inevitably, she gagged on the huge quantity and the pearly excess streamed from the side of her mouth and out of her nostrils. Sam nodded approvingly and turned in a businesslike manner. "Peanut's driving me to the shops, darling. I'll be back for a late lunch. Bye." I proudly watched my missus sashay out of the bedroom. She's hundreds of years old but doesn't look a day over 30. Her body is the same as it was before they burnt her at the stake in 1681. Better, in fact. I looked down at Ellie and winked. That left us several hours quality time alone together. *** *** *** I admit it, when I discovered my girlfriend was a witch, I was spooked. I met Samantha at university. She was there studying Psychology and was in the academic year above me. I'd heard she was kind of weird, although she looked hot. She was an elegant honey blonde, with bewitching green eyes and a beautiful face. She had a pert nose that she had this habit of twitching. We married within a year. I was just irresistibly drawn to her. A moth to her flame. Although I didn't know it at the time, I had become her 17th husband. That was 9 years ago when I had just turned 21. The best nine years of my life doesn't begin to describe it! I found out the truth gradually. It was little things, at first: the way she could conjure up meals, and even money, effortlessly; how she could eat and drink whatever she wanted and never put on any weight; and, above all, the means by which she got me to do what the fuck she wanted. Especially sex. I'd always been a bit old school macho when it came to sex. My previous girlfriends had sucked my dick without me having to go down on them in return. But somehow I developed the urge to lick Sam's pussy for ages without me getting any oral in return. I even pleaded with her to let me tongue her asshole, which she graciously allowed. When we fucked I always wanted to delay my orgasm until she'd cum five times. It turns out my predecessors included two Counts, one King, and several French and Italian aristocrats, all great romantic lovers. Sam had learned exactly how she enjoyed sex over several centuries. She had lived in Paris, Berlin, New Orleans, Saigon and Rio de Janeiro. Within the past century, she had been the lesbian lover of a British heiress, the German wife of a Nazi officer, and a Thai Madame of a brothel in Bangkok. On our first wedding anniversary, she revealed the whole truth to me. As I said, I was spooked, but she reassured me that she loved me. She could provide us with a fabulous life together. The single thing she couldn't do was prevent me from growing old. One day I would die. And then she would have to find herself an 18th husband, but hopefully only in the long distant future. *** *** *** Ellie cooked me eggs and served coffee dressed in her maid's outfit. I've lost count of how many servants we've had over the years. Bob, AKA 'Peanut', and his wife Ellie are just the latest in a long line of innocents whose minds and bodies Sam's borrowed for whatever period she and I needed them; sometimes just an hour or so, sometimes months. When we've finished with them, their memories are selectively deleted, or sometimes amended. Usually, no real harm has been done. Ellie hates us. Sam can regulate the level to which she takes over somebody's mind. Sometimes she removes all cognisance and choice. In a way that's kinder. But other times she'll leave a dim awareness of reality in the person's brain. They do what they're told but subconsciously know it's wrong. The latter requires more vigilance from Sam but is definitely more entertaining for me. I've interrogated Ellie when she's been fully spellbound, forced to answer any and every question truthfully. I've literally seen inside her little mind. I know her likes, dislikes, hopes and fears, embarrassments and fantasies. I know how she feels about Bob and everything they've done, every dream they share. I watched her bustle about our kitchen. Sam's never done a moment's housework during my lifetime. But she's a stickler for clean surfaces, scrubbed floors, ordered utensils in drawers, sparkling toilet pans. Ellie's learning the hard way to keep our house exactly the way Sam likes it. The doorbell rang and my regular delivery guy was standing on the mat with a package. I signed for it and Gladstone grinned when he caught sight of Ellie dusting the floor behind me. "New girlfriend?" he asked, his smiling white teeth contrasting with his black skin. He had a nice rubbery face and tight grey curls on his head. I turned my head disinterestedly. "Oh? Yeah. New neighbour." "Yeah." He licked his top lip. "I recognised her." "You have five minutes?" He grinned, glancing back at his parked delivery van. "I guess." I ushered Gladstone into the hall. He sat down on a hard-back chair that Sam and I use when we change our footwear. There were pairs of boots, walking shoes and trainers lined up next to it. I clicked my fingers at Ellie. Her lip curled in a scowl but she knelt on the wooden floor between the deliveryman's feet and unzipped him. Gladstone never asks questions. He just figured I'm a lucky guy who likes sharing his good fortune. His middle-aged cock was gnarled with veins. Ellie had never sucked a black one before. She seemed to hesitate a moment, staring at it. The back of her neck was mottled red with embarrassment. Then she lowered her head. I watched her pretty face bobbing in his lap a while, then went to the kitchen to pour myself a refill of coffee. I opened the package Gladstone had delivered. By the time I returned, Ellie was licking his cock clean. She'd already swallowed his load but chased after every last smear. Sam had turned Ellie into a cum-junkie but without the taste for it. Like a smoker who dislikes tobacco, Ellie needed sperm in her bloodstream but didn't enjoy how it got there. "Thanks, man." Gladstone said, tucking his shirt in. I shrugged. "Don't thank me. Thank my neighbour." He chuckled, buckling his belt. Ellie was smiling robotically at us. Suddenly, she turned and began dusting the floor again like she had no memory of what she'd just done. "Thanks for the delivery." I winked at Gladstone. He smiled at my innuendo. I showed him out and watched him climb into his van. Unlike Ellie, he'd remember every second of their pleasant encounter. In future, she would look at the delivery guy and wonder why he was smirking? *** *** *** Sam returned around 2 p.m. I had just finished fucking Ellie. I had her bent over, clutching her own ankles, taking my fierce thrusts stand-up-doggie-style. Bob arrived weighed down by parcels; glossy carrier bags from designer brands, several plastic supermarket bags, even carrying one hanging from his teeth. He manoeuvred everything onto our kitchen counter while Sam gave me a loving 'missed you' kiss. Ellie's hair was tousled and her maid's outfit dishevelled. Like a snail, she was oozing a trail of slime behind her. On our honeymoon, Sam endowed me with an extra two inches of penis and the stamina to fuck for hours a day. I can cum six times in twelve hours and every single load is about half a pint's worth. Ellie's cunt was literally swimming in the stuff. "You two had a good morning?" Sam asked, putting her handbag down. "Sure. And you?" "Very successful." She looked at Bob. "Put the food away." Ellie was blushing, cupping her palm under her mini-skirt to catch drips of my thick jizz. Without any enthusiasm, she lifted a handful to her mouth and licked it all down. "Give your husband a welcome home kiss." Sam said. Ellie sidled up to Bob who was unpacking our fruit and vegetables. He didn't look pleased with her. Sam had left his brain with a decent level of male pride. He was fully aware his wife was having an affair with his neighbour. He just couldn't do anything to stop it. Bob had lost his job the week after he and Ellie moved in. He'd been a young accountant on the fast-track and inexplicably his firm had made his role redundant. Now he was desperate to get another job, any job. Ellie put her arms around him and leaned her mouth towards his. Both of them paused, looking into each other's eyes. "Come on, peanut, she loves you." They locked lips, kissing, embracing. I winked at Sam. She's a witch. And sometimes a bitch. *** *** *** Four hours later, at six o'clock, our dinner was prepared, our house was spick and span, our clothes ironed, our lawn had been mown. Sam and I had retired to bed for the afternoon while our neighbours completed everything for us. I came downstairs in my dressing gown to inspect the three-course dinner that Ellie had painstakingly cooked. The ingredients for cocktails had been laid out and nice bottles of wine and champagne were chilling in the fridge. "Good girl." I opened my dressing gown. She glared at me then bent at her waist. The dried remnants of my lovemaking with Sam were crispy on my flaccid cock. My hairy balls hung down like drained walnuts. Ellie took me in her mouth and started cleaning me off just as her husband walked in from the garden. I grinned at him, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Okay. That's it for the day. I'll escort you both home." The walk from our house to theirs is only about twenty yards, mostly shaded by a pair of large oak trees, a garden shed, and the local farmer's field. Our neighbourhood is spacious, leafy and well designed. There are plenty of homes in the area but nobody can snoop on anybody else. Our 6-bedroom house rests on the highest point of the hill, with a view over the farmland behind us. A herd of sheep graze the field that abuts our garden. Bob and Ellie's is one of the small 'starter' homes with just two bedrooms. They are their home's eleventh owner since Sam and I moved into our place. Ironically, the landscape architects originally designed the layout of small homes next to large ones in case wealthy families wanted to locate their domestic staff next door to them. We find the design very convenient! I have my own copy of their door key but only visit once a week. "Shit." Their front room was still full of boxes they'd not had time to unpack in the three weeks since they moved in. Despite its small size, the place was as dusty and disordered as our house was impeccable. They had a front room, kitchen, guest toilet and store downstairs, and two bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. The TV was still unplugged. The fridge only stocked the basics. "Undress." I instructed Bob. "You need a shower." His brown eyes looked at me. I could see the negativity deep within them. He was like an employee who hates his boss yet has no choice but to do what he's told regardless. He removed his boots, socks and shirt, then undid his belt. The reason for his 'peanut' nickname was apparent as he tugged his slacks and underpants down. Bob's childish dick was like a 3-year old boy's. Even erect, it was only about two inches long and as thick as your little finger. His groin was totally hairless and his testicles were the size of petits pois. Sam's curse had allowed him to retain the sexual urges of a grown man but with the equipment of a toddler. "You too." I said to Ellie. She removed her heels, stockings, skirt and top. Underwear was an unnecessary inconvenience at weekends. Her nipples were pierced with gold rings. Her heart-shaped strip of pubic hair was matted with dried cum. Her swollen labia pouted like a boxer's punched mouth. "On the table." In the centre of their kitchen was a sturdy pine table. Ellie sat naked on the rim of the table and slowly lay back until her shoulders touched the wood. I pushed her knees apart and gestured to her husband. "Do your marital duty." His brown eyes blinked at me. I could see by his jaw he was grinding his teeth. But he came to the table and hunkered down, with his chest between Ellie's spread legs. The fishy odour of sweat and sex was pungent. I studied them both making love. Ellie's blue eyes quickly widened. The nostrils of her button nose started flaring. Sam had implanted a super-sensitivity to cunnilingus in Ellie's libido, especially when it was Bob's cunning tongue doing the licking. For now, this was the only way she could climax. Bob slurped and drank at his wife's sodden bush. This was equally the only way he could give her any physical pleasure until Sam restored his genitals to their previous size. Was it any wonder she fucked elsewhere in the meantime? Within a minute, she was gasping, and thrusting her hips upwards into his face. Her honey blonde hair flew to and fro and she clenched her fists, arching her spine in a shrieking orgasm. She crossed her knees and locked Bob's head between her sopping thighs. I chuckled and tapped her lightly on the shoulder as I departed. "Have a nice evening both of you." *** *** *** After graduating in Psychology, Sam set up a matchmaking company. She was one of the first to use the internet profiles as a way of putting people together. However, for a large fee, she offers an Executive Service, using her experience and contacts to make more personal introductions. Bill was a wealthy widower who was looking for a younger, trophy wife. But he wanted a sophisticated lady who could get along with his grown up children. Above all, he wanted a woman who wasn't after him just for his money. "But why do you want to get married at all?" Sam asked him. The three of us were having dinner. It was a Wednesday evening. Sam enjoyed mixing business and social time. Bill shrugged. "What's the alternative?" "An affair?" He paused, his fork half way to his mouth. Bill had a kind, avuncular face. He was bald with grey hair at the sides of his head and livery lips. I don't think he saw himself as the kind of man who had affairs. Sam smiled, now she had his attention. "I have a female client who is looking for somebody just like you." She paused, catching my eye conspiratorially. "She's only 23 years old." My wicked wife slid a face-pic across the table. The young woman was a pretty 'girl next door type', with blue eyes, a cute nose and a dazzling smile. "My!" Bill sucked in his breath. Sam pushed a second photo over. This one was a full body shot. It showed the young woman's creamy skin, busty figure and great legs. She was dressed in a sexy maid's outfit. "You have to be kidding!" "Not at all." Sam laughed. "You would both make a great match." His life of successful negotiation suddenly caused Bill to frown. "So what's the catch? You said an affair. She's married?" "Yes. But that's perfect. You don't want all the complications of marriage. Hoping that your children like her. Worrying about what happens to your estate, their inheritance. This way you can just have a nice discreet relationship and end it whenever you're bored with her. Two weeks, two months, two years, whenever." "What about her husband?" Sam twitched her nose. "He needs a job. You employ him. Something menial." A grin slowly spread across Bill's face, like he was suddenly catching Sam's train of thought. When Sam twitched her nose, it was amazing how quick people cottoned on. "So I give the stooge a job and he's no choice but to turn a blind eye to me fucking his missus?" "I never said that, Bill!" Sam said, in a way that made it clear she had. His forehead creased. "How do I know she'll like me?" Sam reached across the table and patted the back of his leathery hand. "Don't worry, Bill. I am sure she will." *** *** *** Of course, I turned a blind eye to Sam's affairs. She was too much of a woman for any one guy to satisfy. Fortunately, she mostly only strayed via lesbian trysts with younger women, and sometimes she even invited me to join them. Colleen was Sam's new Executive Assistant. She was a delicious, green eyed graduate with luscious coal-black curls. Sam liked her for her lovely looks and quick wit but, above all, because Colleen had become my wife's lover willingly. There had been no need to coerce her with any spells or magic. Making love like a normal person had become weird for me. I was so used to fucking bimbos that Sam put under my control that I had to remind myself of what was acceptable behaviour. "Put your tongue in my ..." Sam's eyes stared at me harshly and I felt a pain in my forehead. We were entwined in a nude threesome on our marital bed. Colleen was voluntarily snaking between us, alternating between licking Sam's pussy and my balls, while my wife and I passionately French-kissed each other's mouths. Colleen's tongue had slid a bit close to my butt. Bewitched Fortunately she didn't seem to have heard my instruction. Sam's favourite game was lying back, being lapped out, while I fucked whichever girlfriend from behind. Colleen settled her face down between Sam's widespread thighs and began feasting. Her cute ass was sticking up and her knees were spread apart. I knew Colleen was basically lesbian not bi. I reluctantly ignored her virgin asshole and guided my erection underneath, slipping my full length into her tight warmth. As a result, she grunted hot breath into Sam's pussy. My wife and I blew pouting kisses at each other. I began thrusting in and out. I knew Colleen put up with a threesome just to keep Sam happy. I admired her and not only for her gorgeous curved spine and lush curls below me. She was a young Irish girl determined to make her own way. She came from a poor background and had made it through college on her own. She shared some grim apartment with five others but had refused Sam's offer of a loan. She accepted her salary but wasn't looking for any handouts. "Mmm, so good." I enthused, to let both women know how much I appreciated joining them. To be honest, they were focused on each other more than me. I was just along for the messy ride. I gripped Colleen's hips and gave her my best. In out, in out, in out. I felt my orgasm arriving like one of those trains in the Wild West that you can see coming down the track from miles away. I winked at Sam and she smiled, allowing herself to climax alongside me, splattering Colleen with our gratitude. *** *** *** I watched the flock of sheep grazing in the green field and thought back to the sexy, 21 yr old Latina firebrand who had been working in our local Starbucks. Sam and I had been sitting in the sunshine thinking about what to order. Heralding from an era when service and choice used to be, shall we say, more traditional, my wife doesn't appreciate all the modern complication of 'Talls', 'Grandes', 'Ventis', skinny lattes and the rest of the marketing mumbo-jumbo. "Which size do you want?" The impatient, gum-chewing Latina insisted. The name Maria was on her badge, pushed out by an ample left bosom. Sam raised her eyes and looked coldly at her. I kind of hoped the rude girl would take the warning. "Which?" the dumb waitress repeated, her almond eyes flashing. It had been an unfortunate choice of word, in the circumstances. Witch. Inside the sheep hutch, a solitary ewe was staring forlornly at the other sheep nibbling grass in the field outside. I slid inside and shut the door. Maria was certainly dumb now. She still retained all her human mind and memories. But everything else about her was a cute grey sheep. "Hi." I said. She looked up at me. Sheep's eyes don't focus well. They are side-mounted to give them good peripheral vision. But she still knew exactly who I was. "Guess what?" I teased. "I have a nice surprise. Tomorrow is tupping time." I held up a photo of the farmer's new ram. It was a big motherfucker with horns and attitude. If sheep could speak, I swear Maria would have voiced some eloquent words right then. She skittered slightly, cowering into the corner. "You're only going to have three lambs." I told her and shrugged. "Not too many." Her mouth moved in a chewing motion, as if she was trying to talk. I felt a bit sad for her. Maybe I'd try and persuade Sam to give her another chance. I chuckled and ruffled the crimped wool on her head. "We're going to name them Tall, Grande and Venti." *** *** *** The rear doorbell rang. Bob was standing there in his gardening clothes, looking crestfallen. "Hello? Can I help?" "Er ... I'm your neighbour." "Oh, hi." I replied. "Yes, I spotted you and your pretty wife the other day. Welcome to the neighbourhood. What can I do for you?" "Do you have any outdoor jobs, Sir? Your lawn? Flower beds? Weeding?" I glanced over his shoulder at Bob and Ellie's drive. I could see Bill's black Mercedes was parked outside their front door. Bob's eyes tracked my gaze. He blushed. "Is that your car?" I asked. "No, Sir. It's my boss's. He's visiting." I smiled at him. Sam had left Bob without any recollection of my time with him and Ellie. She'd wiped his slate clean. As far as he was concerned, I was just some neighbour, a stranger. "Why aren't you home with them?" Bob's brow puckered, as if he wasn't 100% sure. "My boss told me to make myself scarce. He told me to come over here and ask for work." "Well I can't pay you, Bob. But I have got some yard work that needs doing." "Thank you." I made small talk while I led him over to the garden shed. "Don't you think you should be worried leaving your cute lady alone with your boss?" I watched him squirm. Bob's genitals had been returned to normal. Well, almost. Sam had given him his cock, balls and pubic hair back. But for the moment he couldn't sustain an erection for more than one minute per day. A few thrusts and he became flaccid. Very frustrating. "He said he's... er ... giving Ellie some dictation." "Is he?" I chuckled. "Dick -- tay -- shun, you say?" Bob went bright red. "Yeah, sure." "Here we are." I handed him a shovel. "You can start by digging up this vegetable patch." *** *** *** A few days later, Sam and I visited Bill's company headquarters. He had invited us to a celebratory lunch in his boardroom. Four places were laid. He wanted to thank us for the successful introduction. The three of us chatted, waiting for his new girlfriend to make an entrance. Ellie looked sensational in a new wardrobe funded by Bill; new shoes, tight designer dress, elegant jewellery. She entered from his private office suite where she'd been cleaning herself up. "Here she is." Bill said, curling his arm round her slim waist. "How do you do?" She held out her hand and both Sam and I shook hers in turn. Like Bob, Ellie didn't recognise either of us. After pleasantries, we sat down at the table. "So how did you two meet?" Sam asked. "Her husband applied for a role here." Bill replied, snapping his napkin open. "Bill kindly took my husband on." Ellie spoke softly. "He was recently made redundant. He desperately needed something else. We have a mortgage." Sam smiled sympathetically. "You're doing what any good wife would." At that moment, a door opened and a white shirted waiter entered carrying a bottle of water and a basket of bread rolls. It was Bob. "She's an excellent wife." Bill replied to Sam. We treated Bob like any other waiter, carrying on our conversation while he served us water and rolls. He avoided eye contact with everybody. "What did your husband do before he was made redundant?" "He was an accountant." "Impressive!" Sam replied. "And did Bill find him a job in the accounts department?" "No." Ellie mumbled. "He's in the catering department." "We provide our office staff with breakfast, lunch, even supper for those working late. So we need preparers, washers up, waiters, cleaners." Bert added. "The catering staff only earn the minimum wage but they can do lots of overtime." Ellie gasped. I realised that Bill's arm was moving under the table. "Do you have any sparkling?" I asked Bob, who at that moment was offering me the still water. Our eyes met and I could see the humiliation churning within his. Bill's hand was clearly amusing itself under Ellie's dress. "By the way, it's fish." Bill announced. He raised his hand to his nostrils and sniffed. "I hope you all like fish." *** *** *** I dropped Sam off outside her smart downtown offices. I was going to drive off in my convertible. "Come up a second." She said, with a conspiratorial smirk. I knew that look, so I cut the engine and followed her into the building. Pentacle Partners were on the fifth and sixth floors. We took the elevator and I heard noises before the doors opened; shrieking, excitement. About twenty of Sam's staff had formed a crowd around somebody. For a moment I thought it was a fight, or a gangbang. Then I saw Colleen. She was dancing, holding up a piece of paper. "What is it?" Sam and I asked simultaneously. "What's happened?" "It's Colleen." "She's won!" "The Lottery." It turned out that Colleen had been playing the lottery once a week since she started working for Sam. She was hoping for the luck of the Irish. "Eight fucking million!" somebody screamed. When the commotion had died down a bit, the three of us chatted in Sam's office. Colleen was still crying, almost shaking with adrenaline. "I hope you'll be moving out of that shared apartment now." Colleen stared at Sam, as if the full realisation of her good fortune was slowly dawning on her. "I guess so." She said. "I didn't want handouts. But this, this is different." "Yes, darling. This ... is totally different." THE END? This story was mostly written a while ago purely as a slow-burning introduction to characters and storyline, without much sexual action. If you would like to know more about what happens in future, feel free to let me know. Bewitched As a kid, James Patterson always loved Halloween. I mean, what kid doesn't love Halloween? Of course, there is the obvious -- lots of candy. Next, you're going out "trick or treating" with your friends and you get to be noisy and raucous. You get to wear a fun costume and see what your friends are wearing. You sometimes stay out past your bedtime. Did I mention the candy? As you get older, there are Halloween parties and you start to notice how some of the girls look in their costumes. It becomes less about the candy and more about that. Over time, Halloween can take on different meanings. You start to enjoy it because it's fun to see a new generation of kids and if you're still a big kid at heart, you attend Halloween parties, drink a little too much and have fun with one of those pretty girls in the sexy costumes. James had always hoped to go home with a Playboy bunny. It hadn't happened yet, but a man had to have a dream. James had another reason for enjoying Halloween and naming it as his favorite holiday, even though one of his ex-girlfriends had sneered and told him it wasn't a "real" holiday. It was to James. His parents always made a big fuss on the 31st of October, because Halloween was also James' birthday. He always got a lot of Halloween loot and then came home to even more goodies in the form of presents given to him by a very large and generous family. Aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents, an adoring family with big Irish hearts and a giving nature made his birthday a delight for a sweet and happy little boy. James' parents never let him forget the other important reason he shouldn't treasure his birth day. Both of them were pagans and his birthday was also the celebration of Samhain. He had been taught the traditions as a lad and he loved the stories of how his ancestors had celebrated the holiday. He was always very proud of his heritage and Brigid often told her son that he was a "sensitive" who was in tune to the spirits around him. Ever since he was a wee lad, James had made some kind of small offering to the saints who he believed protected him. James was now a successful illustrator of children's books, so he loved the beauty of the season and all of the customs that went with it. He came from a family of 6 children of which he was the youngest. He was also the last to be married and his father, James Senior and his mother knew the loneliness that infested his sensitive soul. Never had he found the person to share his special day. He was a popular young man with curly, strawberry-blonde hair and a merry twinkle in his eyes, emerald as the isles themselves, yet he remained a bachelor. Far from a confirmed bachelor though, the only gift the saints had not blessed him with was a lifelong companion. One of his oldest friends had sailed in the same boat as James and had made an odd recommendation. "I went to a matchmaker," Sean told him with nary a trace of embarrassment in his tone. "She made me the promise of a wife in six months and I met Colleen. I've never been happier, she's a wonderful companion, a great cook and ..." Sean's voice dropped "... she's a wildcat in the bedroom!" James believed that there was more to life than the visual. He had always known that some people could do things others could not explain and so, he sought the woman out. Her shop was in a funky little section of town populated by cafes, bistros, trinket shops, bookstores and other curiosities. He opened the door and entered. The look of the business was eclectic, a bit funky and a bit mod. He went to call out when a young woman emerged. She was tall and blonde, with uncannily beautiful eyes and a fair complexion. Before he found the words to speak, she uttered her own. "I know why you're here, hello to you James," she said as she sat down and beckoned for him to do likewise. "My name is Elspeth and yes, I can help you to find your soul mate." James had lost his voice as he stared. How had she ...? Elspeth laughed in a merry way. "It's nothing quite so unusual; Sean called to let me know that you would be coming." Her voice then went low, husky and sensual. "However, in the manner of full disclosure, I am a witch." James didn't laugh and she cocked her head in a cute little way. "You aren't surprised?" He shook his head and explained his upbringing. "Wonderful, it's nice to meet someone with a mind open to spirituality," Elspeth smiled. "I'm going to cast a love spell. It will serve to bring women into your life by opening your soul to the possibility of love." "I'm open to that, will it be expensive?" James questioned. Elspeth shook her head and her hair, long and blonde, framed her lovely face. "No, not at all. It might cost you a bundle to date all of these women, but the charm itself is inexpensive." She explained her process and then, with his consent, took him through it. Once they were done, James felt assured somehow that he would be with his woman by the anointed time. As the day was done for Elspeth, she asked him to join her for coffee and conversation. "The more I know about you, the more I can cast into the universe to help you and your lover find each other," she explained. "Plus, I am simply dying for a cup of Indonesian Sumatra." He laughed and took her to a café with several blends. She was a charming woman of 28 years, single and the eldest of 4. "I understand your predicament," Elspeth sighed. "You aren't the only one with relationship issues. I dated a string of idiots and if I didn't think I'd suffer bad Karma because of it, I'd curse the lot of them." He and Elspeth shared 3 cups of coffee together before parting, James promising to keep her posted. It was a promise he knew that he would keep because he had enjoyed her company. How any man could mistreat such a charming and ethereal young woman was a total mystery. To his astonishment, Elspeth's magic seemed to kick into action the very next day. He ran into Kim Morgan, a girl who had been a few years behind him in high school. She seemed to be very excited to see him. "I had the biggest crush on you in high school," she gushed. "I was always hoping that you would ask me out, but you didn't take notice of me -- too young, I guess." It was hard for James to ignore her now. She was a thirty-something beauty wearing a skimpy top and short-shorts, with a busty 36DD figure and a winning smile. Kim's nature was to flirt and James flirted right back. Before he even realized it, they had a dinner date and for the life of him, James did not remember asking her out. She showed up for their date in a slinky red dress that left little to the imagination. Standing on her heels to kiss the 6'4" James, the 5'5" blonde purred "I didn't want to leave any doubts as to how the evening would end." They went to a restaurant of her choosing, because Kim was an apprentice chef and knew all the staff. Kim was lively and bubbly and the food was as superb as she had said it would be. James felt hopeful that things were improving. It was only July so he had lots of time to turn this into a relationship before his favorite time of the year. Perhaps he and the lovely Kim could indulge in a naughty little bacchanal this October? From her aggressive manner, he doubted very much if she would object to a wild sexual frolic with a willing male partner. After dinner, Kim offered desert of a special kind. "We can have cake and ice cream and coffee or, if you're interested, we can skip all of that and go straight to the bedroom," she offered as they entered her apartment. The slinky red dress slid to the floor with a shoosh and she kicked it to one side. Under the dress was a naked Kim -- only spiky red heels remained. "I assume you know how to treat a lady in bed?" Kym purred seductively. "I like to be a lady in public and a total slut in bed, so get your ass over here and fuck me like a whore! Screw me until I pass out after cumming all night!" James didn't wait for another moment; he got out of his shirt and pants in no time flat. Kim was as aggressive a woman as he had ever been with and willing to do most of the work. She made love like a whore, taking his cock balls-deep, fellating him with gusto and slobbering all over him, being noisy, laughing and playing. When he went down on her lightly-fleeced pussy, she moaned like all the Banshees of Ireland were in the room. The tiny, busty blonde got on top and rode him like he was a stallion, screwing him with vigor. James found her to be a wild little thing and she sure looked good while fucking, blonde hair askew, big tits bouncing and ass rolling as she took his cock. She also seemed to know how to slow down their orgasms. When they did cum, they came loud and proud! She wasn't the kind of lady to take just one fuck, Kim demanded -- and got -- several. She took it doggy style, she fucked him in the shower and she indicated when he returned next time, she would gladly surrender her ass to his plundering cock. The two new lovers dated for a few weeks and Kim lived up to her sexual promises. The sex continued to be wild and frenetic. She was up for anything, she suggested a threesome, as she was extremely bi-curious. The relationship came to a screeching halt when James identified her annoying habit. In every restaurant or café they went to, Kim picked the meal apart, identifying each and every flaw. It made it so that James could not enjoy dining with her. He liked her, but knew it would only aggravate him more over time. Reluctantly, he said goodbye and wished her well, returning to Elspeth. "One down, more to go," she said over a huge mug of French Mocha coffee. "You're funny and talented, you'll have no problem," she reassured him. She was right, the spell was still working. A few days later, in that same café, he ran into Holly, an exotic dancer he recognized from a club he'd visited a few times with friends. She was sexy and petite and he remembered how well she had moved, owning the stage. He had tipped her well and wondered if she remembered. Oh yes, she remembered -- for hours in a nearby hotel room. For hours more at her apartment a few days later. For hours more after that backstage at the club, with him balls-deep in her cunt and her eating out Marguerite, another dancer. The sex was great and endless. Which was the problem, in a nutshell. Holly was obsessed with sex, they rarely did anything else. She was like a twenty-something guy; it was all about rushing into bed. Holly had issues and even though James liked her, there was no future. Elspeth agreed and as they shared two Chai Lattes, she told him she was putting out positive energy in the universe to bring him happiness and harmony. Pamela was there almost from the moment that Holly vanished. He had noticed her in the café and found out she was the daughter of the owner. A tall, willowy blonde, she had a perpetual smile and a year-round tan. She seemed fun and lively, although a bit young. However, their several years age difference didn't bother Pam, so James decided it shouldn't bother him. They shared several nice dinners before the young college student invited him to her tiny apartment. She was a very willing and accommodating lover, with beautiful full breasts and coral-pink nipples. She loved oral, both ways and her lovemaking was slow and tender at first, wild and unrestrained at the end. She liked to tease and please, Pam did, and wore her high pink heels all throughout. James liked the fact that she kept up with everything he did. They spent almost all of August together, hiking, running, swimming, riding horses and all sorts of activities, ending all of their dates with exhaustive, wonderful sex. Once again, James discovered her fatal flaw -- Pam could outdo him. She was in far better shape than he and she loved being active -- all of the time. There were days when he just wanted to have dinner and go to a movie or talk. Pam was gogogo all of the time. He broke it off with her honesty and she understood. He saw her a week later with an attractive black girl and smiled to himself. The young were both resilient and willing to experiment. Elspeth teased him about being old. "I still like an occasional adventure," she said as she sipped on a cup of Earl Grey. "Don't be an old fogey." Debbie and Christine consumed his September. Busty, petite Debbie was a wonderful companion, a great lover and nasty in bed. She loved sex in all of its permutations. What ended it with them was her apartment. Debbie was, quite possibly, the worst housekeeper James had ever encountered. Being raised by two neat-freak parents, he knew that he could never live with a slob. That one tore him up a bit because he truly liked Debbie and thought had she been able to fix that trait, they might have had a chance. In the end, he fixed her up with his cousin Ian and the two of them clicked immediately. Christine was a great looking, tall busty redhead with a fiery personality and a sexual oomph that a person could not miss. James met her at the mall and it turned out she owned a lingerie store there. She invited him to have coffee with him there and he accepted. She smiled as he looked around and looked at her. "You're picturing me in all of these things, aren't you?" She asked. He admitted that he was. She told him if he waited until closing, the picture would be much more vivid. It was. They didn't even make dinner; she closed the shop and fucked him in the store, wearing about 6 different outfits. She was lusty, busty and fiery and seemingly insatiable. Her body was made for sex and when he left, James was worn out. This lady had potential ... ... which vanished in a puff of smoke when he went back two days later and found her tearing an employee apart. The vitriol spewing from her mouth ended any hope he had right there and then. When she saw him, she ran to explain, but he wasn't hearing it. To publically humiliate someone like that was beyond James' comprehension. "Some people are like that," Elspeth sighed as they shared Jamaican Blue Mountain. "I don't get it." "You aren't," James sighed with her as he added more cream to the wonderful blend. "Every time we've met for coffee, you're cheery and warm, you are upbeat and optimistic and you ..." He looked at the slender blonde and put down his coffee. "You," was the next word out of his mouth. "Finally, he gets it," Elspeth grinned as she put down her own mug. "I've worn some of my most provocative outfits when I knew you were coming and zip-zero-zilch, not a word from you," she continued. "I was beginning to think I'd have to find a shillelagh and club you with it, you idiot." "You could have said something," James countered. Elspeth shook her head. "That's not how this works. I cast a tiny spell to be sure and all the signs agreed -- it should be the two of us. You had to come to the same realization or nothing would ever happen." James looked at the younger woman with renewed vision. She was wearing a sexy black miniskirt, thigh-high boots and a gauzy black Cami. Her hair was perfectly styled and framed her lovely face. Her eyes were a combination of blue-grey-green and stunning. He hadn't noticed it before, but her figure was spectacular and her skin shone with vitality. She put all of the previous women to shame. "When should we go on our first date?" He chuckled as she reached across the table and squeezed his hands. "We've had several," Elspeth laughed. "I live above my store in a two bedroom apartment. I had hoped today would be the day; I intuited it might be and I've prepared. I'm dressed for fun and I promise you a play time you won't soon forget. Shall we?" James nodded, paid the bill and felt his pulse race as they returned to her home. He sensed his life was about to change forever and it absolutely terrified him. He didn't want to make any mistakes with Elspeth; he liked her too much to act the fool. Fortunately, Elspeth wasn't afraid to take control when needed. It was she who stripped him and then did a merry dance to entice him. She was a match for Holly and had an added grace and allure he was thrilled to see. His erection told the story for him. Elspeth wasn't afraid to tease and to let James see her act vulnerable. The two new lovers danced around each other before getting down to business. Nothing was rushed and they kissed, tasted, touched and enjoyed their exploration. Elspeth wowed her new paramour with her vigor, matching Pamela and several others. The quiet little blonde got quite vocal as she rode him and even more so when he fucked her from behind. She gave as good as she got and her entire body was thrown into the sexual stew. As they began their third lovemaking session of the day, the sun was barely setting. As insane as it might seem to anyone, James knew that he had found his soul mate. The spell his sexy little witch had cast was working and ensorcelled him happily. They got dressed and prepared to go out to dinner. "Italian, a lot of Irish cooking is fattening," Elspeth laughed. He loved Italian; she would get no argument from him. "What would you like for your birthday?" She asked, knowing it was barely a month away. Elspeth knew whatever it would be; the gift would contain both something from the heart and from the body as well. "Does my sexy witch happen to own a sexy witch's costume?" He asked, envisioning a slinky black dress, high heels and a jaunty witch's cap. "She might," she teased as they kissed before leaving for their meal. The love magic still surrounded the pair of them and would for all the years to come. Dedicated to the memory of Elizabeth Montgomery and Dick York. Bewitched and Betrayed I had always been rather curious and ready for new adventures. I wanted to know everything about life, and from the moment I was able to interest men I was out tempting (and bedding) them. Of average height but with a stunning figure and pretty face framed by dark auburn hair, I had no shortage of dalliances. My mother would look me in the eyes and tell me "Curiosity killed the cat. Just remember that." I had no idea what she meant and I didn't care. My ways suited me fine enough... until the day I met the lady Belinda. I was out of my league from the moment I looked into her stormy gray eyes and lost myself to the mesmerizing depths of her mind, and I didn't even know it. We met quite by accident one day, at least I thought it was so at the time. Since that day I have had reason to question everything that occurred from that moment. A strange dog suddenly appeared and ran into me, knocking me down. She offered me a quick hand to help me up, and our relationship was begun. Her engaging smile and almost musical laugh bewitched me instantly. She invited me home with her to bandage my bloodied knee and I never left. That first afternoon was one I could never forget. Belinda took me upstairs to her room to tend my knee. She had me sit on the side of her bed, my foot on a little stool. She lifted my skirt above my knees and tenderly wiped the blood from the small cut. She bent to kiss the wound, and it felt for the tiniest moment she actually sucked at it, but I knew certainly that could not be so and dismissed the shiver than ran up my spine. After she tied a small bandage on the cut she rested her hand on my knee and looked up at me. Her lips were full and red, her eyes smoky and mysterious, surrounded by a cloud of dark, wavy hair that fell to her waist. She held my gaze, probing the depths of my soul through my eyes and when I finally looked away I was squirming a little. It was as though she had read my thoughts, and I was already naked before her. She slid her hand up my thigh slowly, but she already knew I had succumbed to her charms. From that point on I would do anything she asked of me. Her fingers wound their way beneath my undergarments like a snake would find its way to prey. They flickered quickly across my skin and sought the moisture that had already begun to seep. As she felt my wetness, Belinda gave a small gasp of delight and sat on the bed beside me. "Unbutton me!" she demanded as she reached around behind me and started to unfasten my dress. Once undressed, she pulled me down on the bed and fell upon me like a lust-crazed animal, licking me, sucking at me, biting me just to the point of pain. She roughly pulled off the remainder of my clothes as she explored the whole of my body with her mouth. Though I had imagined it often, I had never known another woman who felt as I did. The thrill that began in me when she first touched the inside of my thigh kept me helpless to resist or respond until she finally began to slow her assault on me. She laid beside me and softly caressed me as she spoke. "I hope I did not frighten you. I was so hungry for you I could not help myself." When Belinda finished speaking she lowered her mouth to mine and her hand to my breast. I couldn't get enough of the feel of her lips against mine, of our tongues sliding together... until she moved her mouth to cover my already taut nipple. I could feel the warmth and wetness growing as she worked her way down between my legs. She sucked my clit into her mouth, hard, and I came instantly, gasping and quivering... she immediately thrust her fingers into my flowing wetness and brought them to her lips. She sucked my taste from them and then kissed me. Eager to taste her as well I pulled her to me and licked at her soft, perfumed slit until she tightened her legs around my head and cried out for me to stop. We rested for only a moment, then she leaned down and began to tongue me again, this time sliding her legs around my head and pressing herself to my mouth. We lost ourselves in a frenzy of hedonistic pleasures. For the next few days we barely left the room, the housekeeper bringing food at regular intervals as if she was used to her mistress' peculiarities. Belinda was very aggressive, unlike any woman I had ever met, and I suppose she tamed me for awhile. She was insatiable, but so had I always been, so we were a good match for each other. We would while away the hours in her bedroom, sometimes not leaving her room all day. She let me know I must be gone before her lover returned, and I accepted that. I was under her spell, and would have taken her on any terms. The days rolled by and became a pleasant blur of decadent living Two weeks went by this way and then one day she announced that she would be gone for the afternoon and most of the evening She did not reveal where she was going, and I did not ask any questions. There was a look on her face that was different than any I had seen so far in all her moods, and I knew she would tell me nothing further. As the hours dragged by I decided to explore the house a little. I had never seen most of the house, as Belinda had spent almost every minute with me. She had told me the rest of the house was unimportant, we only needed to be concerned with our rooms. The rest were "his". She spoke this as though to trespass would be unforgivable. But I was bored and so very curious. There were several doors past her bedroom, and I opened each one, curious as to what lay inside the closed doors. The first room was nothing special, a man's bedroom, sparsely furnished and without frills, the few personal objects atop the night stand and bureau neatly arranged. When I opened the second room I stopped and stared in wonderment. There was a bed in the center of the large room, which looked as if it had been built right out of the floor. There were hooks in the ceiling, from which chains and leather straps dangled. Around the floor beside the bed and along the sides of the bed were hooks in various places. There were two large cupboards against one wall, a small table near the bed, and one chair. I was inexperienced, but not totally innocent. It didn't take me long to grasp that the intent of all the equipment was to hold someone securely and totally at one's mercy. After I finished gaping at the strange apparatus, I had to explore further. I walked over to one of the cupboards. There were carvings of strange symbols along the trim on both doors, and the handles were of a strange shape. I opened one of the doors. My eyes were even more amazed at the myriad collection of whips, paddles, straps and restraining devices. Having recovered from my understanding of the bed, I was not so shocked at the sight as impressed with the vastness of the collection. I moved on to the other cupboard, unable to imagine what it might contain. My other discoveries about the room had already excited me. I could feel a slight bit of moisture on my thighs as I reached for the handle. (I wore no undergarments, as Belinda preferred me that way.) This one contained many drawers. I examined the contents of each drawer. Some objects completely mystified me as to their purpose, and others I could wickedly imagine their use. There were candles and matches, and various lengths of small chains, some with odd clips on the ends and some with loops or hooks. There were strings of beads and straps and belts and even some feathers and bottles of oil. But my biggest surprise was the largest drawer at the bottom. Carefully laid on towels was an incredible array of phalluses. Some were made of glass or porcelain, others of satin-polished wood or stone, and some were made of a strange material I did not recognize, but it felt pleasant, warming instantly to the touch. I examined them closely, touching them and wondering how it would feel to use one on myself. I had been with a few men, but this was a very different feeling. I was very aroused by my find. I took one made of porcelain out of the drawer and warmed it a little between my hands. I slid it between my thighs but it was still cool. I felt goose bumps prickle on my arms and legs, and my nipples hardened. I moved the object up against my already moist pussy and slid it back and forth between my lips, the cock warming as I worked it back and forth. I eased it gently inside myself a little, then a little more. It felt so good as I pushed it inside myself as far as I could, then drew it out slowly. Again and again and again I slowly stroked my insides with the smooth porcelain. I was so lost in my own pleasure I lost any idea of how much time had passed. Then I could stand it no more. I put my fingers to my clit and rubbed little circles over it, first gently, then harder and harder until I was feverishly humping the porcelain cock, my muscles clenching hard around it, wetness from my orgasm seeping onto the floor beneath me. A few minutes went by before I remembered where I was. I quickly cleaned everything up and put it all back as it had been when I entered the strange room. The clock at the head of the stairs told me it wasn't even time for the evening meal yet, and I knew no one would miss me. I went to the third door. At first I thought the door was locked, but another turn of the knob and the door opened. The room was shuttered, and only a little sunlight filtered through. It was enough to show me there were rows of bottles and small boxes on the shelves on one side of the room. The large table on the other side held some bowls and pots of different sizes, and a couple of stacks of immense books. The room had an odd smell to it, somewhat like moss, and a creepy aura. I felt uncomfortable as soon as I stepped into the room. I walked over and lifted the cover of one of the books. It was written in a strange language, with some of the same symbols I had noticed on the cupboards in the previous room. I felt too uneasy to stay in the room long, and I didn't know how long Belinda would really be gone, so I closed the book and put it back exactly where it had been. The few times Belinda left for the afternoon after that, I would return to the room with the magnificent torture bed. I became bolder each time, and eventually climbed up on the bed and tested some of the straps on myself. I tied my legs and pulled them up toward the ceiling with a chain looped over a large hook. I almost came as soon as I inserted my favorite cock into my already dripping slit, lasting only a few strokes before touching my clit sent me bucking and thrashing in my self-imposed restraints. I was always careful when I left, to clean everything up and put it all back exactly as I had found it. I did not want to incur the wrath of Belinda's lover. The way she spoke of him in tones of almost fear sometimes made me shiver to think of meeting him, let alone see him angry. As it would happen, Belinda's lover arrived home several days early. She was out visiting again when he arrived. I stood at the top of the stairs and watched as he strode into the house, his powerful and commanding presence at once filling the place. When the housekeeper told him Belinda was out and she did not know where or when she would return, he was furious. "I told her to always be here when I return!" he fumed. I ran quickly into the room we shared to pack my few things as he walked angrily up the stairs. I was not quick enough and just as I was ready to leave the door flew open. The thunderous look he wore was not enough to hide his dark handsomeness. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him, my eyes wide, startled. "And who might you be?" he asked as his eyes noticed every detail about me. His tone was demanding, but the storm cloud around his face was receding a bit. I did not know what to answer. Did he know of his lady's desires for her own kind? I was not supposed to be there, I knew that. "I am Gabrielle." I replied cautiously. "I am Dmitri, Master of this house." He said it as if her were master of all that resided within, as well. He reached out and took my hand and drew it to his lips. I shivered as he touched his lips to my skin. Did his eyebrow raise slightly? Had he felt my trembling? He appeared not to notice as he let go of my hand and looked at the small suitcase I was holding. "I have not frightened you away, have I?" he said mockingly. "You have not told me why you are in my house, and why you are trying to flee before you properly thank me for my hospitality." The knowing look in his eyes told me he already knew why I was there. I blushed with the knowledge that someone else was privy to my most wicked secrets. Such things were so forbidden they were not even whispered about. How could he know? He looked at me, answering as if I had spoken my thoughts aloud. "I knew your secrets from the moment our eyes met." he said. "I know the things you do not even tell yourself." He took my suitcase and set it to the side. "You are not leaving yet, Gabrielle. Belinda knows the penalty for breaking the rules, and you accepted that when you stayed here." I protested. Belinda had told me nothing of any penalty I had to pay if he should come home earlier than expected. I reached for my suitcase. Dmitri stopped me and took me in his arms, wrapping them around me in a steely grip. I could barely move, yet I struggled when he pressed his lips to mine in a hard, bruising kiss, forcing my lips apart and invading me with his tongue. Despite my resistance a thrill went through me at his masterful touch. I struggled to turn my head away but his mouth stayed on mine. The rapacious probing of his tongue sent my mind reeling. He reached up and began to unbutton the back of my dress, then losing patience he grabbed it in both hands and ripped it down the back. It was, as usual, all I wore. He cupped my buttocks and pulled me against him. I had been naked in front of men I had barely known before, but it had been on my terms, and no man had ever touched me until I let him. I lifted my hand to slap Dmitri but he was quick and grabbed my wrist before I could ever make contact with his face. He swung me around and threw me on the bed, and was on me before I could get up. He grabbed both my hands and pinned them under me with one hand, then somehow removed his clothes without seeming to ever lift himself off me. I wiggled and squirmed and tried to kick, but he was much bigger than I and I was soon out of breath and lay still, panting. "That's better," he said almost smiling. "If you would just relax, you would enjoy the inevitable very much, I promise you. Belinda should have warned you what the consequences would be if you were here when I returned. She knows that any female in my house belongs to me, to do with as I see fit. It makes no difference to me if you were forewarned." He bent and sucked at each of my nipples briefly, then kissed me again. He held my mouth with his, his tongue continuing its total domination of mine. His hands wandered over my stomach and breasts, playing my sensitive skin with his long fingers. My lips felt swollen when he left my mouth and began to suckle at my breasts again. He let my arms free only to grasp them again and pull them above my head. His hand was moving lower and lower, finally he trailed his fingers across my small thatch of hair and dipped them down into my telltale wetness. I tried once again to wriggle away, but he wound his hand in my hair and pulled me up sharply. "Ohhh," he growled into my neck, "the lady protests far too vigorously. I think you are far more willing to accept my attention than you have let on, Gabrielle." He forced himself between my legs and spread them apart with his knees. "Yes, I can see that you are ready for me." He positioned himself at my now slippery opening and poised himself for that first thrust. He looked into my eyes before he pushed against me. I could not look away from him, and his eyes held mine as he drove into me. He felt as hard as the cock made of stone in the secret room as he bore into me again and again. He let go of my arms at some point, I do not know when. I only know that my arms and legs were wrapped around him as he plunged his length into me over and over until at last he gave a mighty groan and began to spasm inside me. Dmitri shuddered a few times, then pulled himself away form me and slid down between my legs. He pulled me to the side of the bed and knelt on the floor, reaching under me and holding my legs apart with his hands. I was pressing myself to his mouth the second his tongue touched me. He licked up and down my slit a few times, then concentrated on my clit, passing his tongue rapidly back and forth over it. I grabbed his head and held his mouth against me as I came. He sucked my clit between his lips and kept sucking it as I writhed against him, calling for him to stop even as I came again. Afterward I lay on the bed too exhausted to move as he arose and dressed himself in what seemed like mere seconds. He told me again not to worry about Belinda, as she was fully aware of how things were, and had been warned often. I awoke some time later to find the dress that had been torn from me was gone, and there was a new dress lying across the bed at my feet. I got up and put it on and went to the door, opening it just a crack. A quick glance at the clock at the head of the stairs told me I had been asleep for a couple of hours. I did not hear anyone until I reached the bottom of the stairs. Dmitri and Belinda were already at dinner. I didn't really want to meet either of their eyes right now, but I was ravenous. I steeled myself and walked into the dining room. Dmitri stood when I entered, and seated me across the table from Belinda. She smiled at me but I could not judge her mood. She asked if I slept well, and then smiled again. This time I could see a certain mischieviousness behind her smile, but it was more as if the joke was not with me, but about me. "Dmitri told me you were not exactly willing to accept our arrangement. I'm sorry I never explained everything to you, but then he has never come home early before." she said in an apologetic tone. "You must admit, though," she added, "it was surely the best punishment you have ever received." I blushed, knowing that she knew I had enjoyed her lover. Dmitri finally spoke. "It is good there is no jealously between the two of you. Belinda, as it was agreed, Gabrielle will stay until I am tired of her. If I do not tire of her, then she will be here until the next time I leave." I had been happy being there with Belinda, but I did not know if I was ready to stay and share her lover. I looked at the two of them. I opened my mouth but lost all resolve to speak when I saw Dmitri's face. His magnetic eyes locked with mine and I knew I was at his mercy. I finally looked down at my plate as I felt a dangerous thrill run through my body at the thought of being caught up between the two of them. I expected to be put in another bedroom now that Dmitri was home, but Belinda told me to come to bed with her as usual. She said Dmitri would expect it that way. "We have shared lovers before," she told me. "The others have all been women he brought home, though, and he always tires of them in a few days." We bathed and got into bed and waited. The clock in the hall struck ten, then eleven. "He is lost in his books, then." Belinda finally said. She turned and kissed me gently, then more ardently as I turned my naked body toward hers. We had come to know each other well. I took both her breasts in my hands and began to massage them, my fingers moving ever closer to her rising nipples. She moaned as I took her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and squeezed gently, rolling them back and forth. They were so hard, so beautiful... I pulled my mouth from hers and sucked hard on each one, flicking my tongue across it in my mouth. She moaned again and I sucked harder. Suddenly she pulled my mouth away from her and rolled so that she was over me and ground her pussy against mine. Bewitched and Betrayed She was more aggressive than ever as she pushed my legs up high and dove into me, her lips and tongue in a frenzy. She also knew me well, and knew exactly what to do to send me into orgasmic oblivion. Her fingers working their way deep inside me as her tongue stroked up and down and back and forth across my swelling clit. I arched my back into her and she only licked harder. My moans were getting louder, signaling to her I was at the brink, so she sucked my clit hard into her mouth. I bucked up into her face, my body taking on a life of its own as I grabbed two handfuls of her long dark hair and rode out my orgasm. I let her go and she crawled up beside me to suck at my breasts and make me spasm again. She came up and kissed me, my taste heavy on her. The smell of my cum made me want to feel her writhing against my own tongue. I pulled her further up until her thighs were on either side of me, her delicious folds poised above my mouth. I licked her slowly, my tongue teasing around her clit, but not touching it. As I stroked her lips she began to move back and forth, trying to force me to touch on her most sensitive spot. I kept my tongue off her clit until she was moaning... begging me to make her cum. At last I lavished my attention on her aching, swollen nub. I could feel her muscles tightening up, tensing for that explosion she could feel building. Then it was there, that feeling that her body might actually fly apart and go spinning through the universe. She cried out my name as I kept flicking my tongue back and forth over her, making her body jerk. Neither of us had any problem sleeping after that, our bodies sated and relaxed. We did not wake until the morning sun came streaming into the room. Belinda was dressed in an instant. She had a sparkle of expectancy about her as she told me to come down for breakfast. I rose a little more slowly and took my time dressing. I was not so eager to face my new master. When I finally went down I could see they had finished breakfast and were drinking coffee. Dmitri frowned as I walked in. "From now on you will come to meals on time." His tone brooked no argument. I poured myself some coffee and sat in contemplative silence while they spoke of friends I knew nothing about. I finished my coffee and got up to leave the room. Without even looking at me Dmitri spoke again. "Ready yourself. We will see you in your room in an hour. I walked up the stairs with mixed feelings. I had never had more than one lover at a time, and I was anxious. I was also quite aroused, wondering how it would feel to have two such magnificent bodies pressed against mine at the same time. I bathed and dressed again and sat on the edge of the bed, barely able to contain my imagination. I did not have to sit long before Belinda came in. She looked at me and asked if I was ready. I replied that I was and she went past me into the bathroom. I heard the splashing of water and knew it wouldn't be long before Dmitri joined us. A shiver ran up my back and hardened my nipples. I remembered the previous afternoon and wondered if I would have the opportunity to feel him within me again. Belinda came out naked and sat beside me. "Should I take off my clothes?" I asked her. "No." she replied. "He would like to see you undress willingly this time." Just then the door opened. Dmitri stood in the doorway looking as devastatingly handsome as the first time I saw him there. I wanted him more than ever. Belinda stood up and met him as he walked in. He took her in his arms and kissed her thoroughly and passionately. It made me squirm just to watch them as she wrapped one leg around his and ground herself against him. As she stepped away I could see him swelling in reaction to her embrace. He looked at me. "Why are you still sitting there?" he asked without need for an answer. "Take your dress off." I stood and unbuttoned myself and let the dress slip off my shoulders and drop to the floor. He looked up and down my body. I could see the appreciative look in his eyes before he masked it and told me to lie down. They got on either side of me and both of them moved right up next to me. It was even more erotic than I had imagined. I could feel Belinda's breasts against me, her pubic hair against my leg. On the other side was Dmitri's lightly haired chest and his incredibly hard erection. I did not know what to do first! Belinda took the initiative. She turned around and leaned down over me and began to lick a path down my stomach to my pussy. She wasted no time parting my lips with her tongue and tasting all that had leaked from me in expectation since Dmitri had walked in the room. I pulled her over to straddle me so I could return the favor. Her fragrance was tantalizing. I knew her juices would be as sweet as always. We were both beginning to moan a little when I heard Dmitri get up and leave the room. I began to pull away from Belinda but she pulled me back to her. "He'll be back," she said, and continued stroking my pussy with her tongue. Moments later the door flew open and slammed shut. We pulled apart and turned around. Dmitri was standing in the doorway. "You were in my room. Can you deny it?" We both looked at him, then Belinda turned and looked at me. I said nothing, just sat there with my mouth agape. He held out one of the phalluses I had used, washed thoroughly, then replaced in the drawer. "I can smell you on it, woman." How could he? I trembled, but stood up. "Yes, I was there." He reached out and grabbed my arm. "So you are curious about things, are you Gabrielle? Curiosity killed the cat, you know. Since you are so eager to know, we will show you all this room is made for." He dragged me out of the bedroom and down the hall through the door of the room with the torture bed. With both hands he lifted me and dropped me on the bed, and more quickly than I could move his experienced hands had me cuffed and shackled on my hands and knees. He put another strap around my waist and then pulled all the chains tight until I was barely resting on the bed. "What do you think, Belinda?" he said, "Do you want to select the instruments of discipline tonight? Choose as many as you like. I believe we should thoroughly educate Gabrielle on the cost of disobedience." She walked over to the first cupboard and opened it. The whips and paddles were all there like before. She selected one of the small whips, a leather paddle and a length of chain with a clip on each end, the went to the other cupboard and brought back a feather and a bottle of oil. She then returned to the second cupboard and opened the bottom drawer. She took her time and concealed her choices behind her back as she walked up and placed them out of sight behind me. "Well chosen, my Sweet," Dmitri said and kissed Belinda passionately once again. "I think we will all enjoy this lesson." He picked up the feather and handed it to her. She smiled and walked over to the bed. She began stroking me very lightly with the feather, across my back, down my arms, and over my bottom and down my legs. By the time she reached my toes I was covered in goose bumps and shivering. She continued tracing up my body on the underside. The feather glided across my stomach and my breasts making them tighten in response. I did not notice Dmitri had picked up the whip and moved behind me. I only discovered this when I heard the sing of leather in the air and felt the first crack against my exposed ass cheek. "Unnnhhhh," I exhaled hard, the sting a shock to my senses. I heard the sound of the leather whirring through the air again and felt the hot sting as the end of the whip made contact with my tender flesh once again. I cried out twice more as the whip snapped against my skin on the other side. I braced myself for another strike, but there was none. Then Belinda picked up the bottle of oil. Dmitri came around in front of me, lifted my chin in his hand and looked into my eyes. "You are lucky your trespass was not more serious. You received one stripe for each of the items you used without my permission. You are free to use any of the items in this room, but you must always ask my permission first." I felt several big drips of oil land on my skin where the weals from the whip were. It was instantly soothing. Belinda began rubbing it in on each side, gently stroking my stinging flesh. The pain subsided and I felt a pleasant warmth. She poured more of the amazing elixir onto me, and I could feel it dripping off me and trickling down my legs. She rubbed it all over my back and legs, and eventually all over my body. The sweet scent was beguiling, provoking me to inhale more of its intoxicating vapors. The sounds I made as she massaged the oil into my skin came out as almost a purr. My body seemed to become enveloped in a shimmering aura, and it seemed that all my senses were heightened, magnified. I felt Dmitri place the clamps on my nipples, felt the pull as he dropped the chain connecting them and let it swing. I could feel it pinching, but somehow the sensation was transformed on its way to my brain because I felt nothing but pleasure. My clit was throbbing. Belinda was massaging yet more oil into me, my pussy slick with it, when I felt something enter me. It was cool, but warmed quickly, and I recognized the feel of my favorite porcelain cock stroking me. The rhythm she used was slow and steady and I could feel the sensations becoming magnified as the oil coated my inner walls. I began pushing back toward her as much as my restraints would allow when I felt something pressing against my ass. I felt something pop inside, then another and another and another. I could feel the beads inside me each time Belinda stroked me with the slick porcelain. My clit was aching for attention... she seemed to read my mind and reached through my legs and brushed her fingers across the sensitive nub. I groaned and shuddered at her touch. She passed her fingers over me only a few times before she recognized the signs of my impending orgasm. She pulled the string of beads from me as I began to spasm, ripping a long wail from deep within me. The strap around my waist held me as my arms and knees seemed to turn to liquid for a moment. Barely had I recovered my breath when Dmitri unhooked the chains that held my arms and legs, then removed the strap from around my waist. Flipping me over before I could fall he was immediately inside me, pulling my legs up over his arms and slamming our bodies together with such force I thought he would break me in two. Each impact drove straight into my brain, amplified by the mysterious properties of the oil I was saturated in. Every cell in my body was tingling, my blood pounding in my ears as another orgasm tore through me. I clutched at his arms, digging my fingers in as my spasming pussy clutched at his pounding cock inside me. He slowed his pace to allow me time to find my balance, then pulled out of me. His cock was shiny, dripping with a combination of the oil and my orgasmic fluids. He pulled me up higher and I could feel him pressing against my ass. "Submit to me or I will restrain you again." he said as I started to try to pull away. "You have no choice." I stopped struggling and let him pull me onto him. A fireburst went off in my brain as he entered me, but the painful flames that licked at me with each slow inch were immediately quenched as I inhaled deeply of the oil. I watched him plunge in and out of me, totally absorbed with sinking his cock into the deepest part of me. The feel of him completely buried in my ass was so agonizingly exquisite. I could not help but pull myself against him, bringing him deeper... deeper... Belinda climbed astride my shoulders and I pulled her hungrily to my mouth. She was already slippery with excitement and I sucked at her, licking up her copious flow. She rocked back and forth as I licked at her, hands on her own breasts, moaning each time my tongue flicked over her erect clit. I could feel Dmitri's hands seeming to become part of my thighs as he pushed forward against me and pulled me onto him, increasing the speed and force of our contact. It was rapturous, and the hallucinatory effects of the oil seemed to melt our three bodies into one blazing pyre of orgasmic flesh. It seemed we all reached the peak of our frenzy at the same moment. Belinda was rocking her slit against my licking tongue, moaning louder and louder as her orgasm reached greater and greater peaks. Dmitri's cock swelled even more and I felt his cum explode into me as he continued to slide in and out of my ass. I had my own hand on my clit, rubbing hard as I felt another orgasm jolt my body. I could feel my muscles squeezing the last of the fluids from Dmitri as I licked the juices from Belinda's still twitching pussy. The last thing I remember was lying there panting after we had all disentangled, soaked in cum and fragrant oil, trying to recover enough strength to lift my head. The next morning I awoke alone on the bed, a quilt tucked snugly around me. I wondered how I had slept all afternoon and through the night, but assumed it must be an after effect of the oil I'd been steeped in. I got up and bathed quickly and was waiting when Dmitri and Belinda came in to breakfast. My muscles were a little sore from being restrained but I knew better than to be late. As soon as breakfast was over Dmitri excused himself to his study. Belinda announced that she would be leaving soon, and would not be back until later in the afternoon. She still would not elaborate on her destination, but I did not mind being left alone. I hadn't had much time that morning and I wanted to have a long, hot bath. As soon as Belinda left I went upstairs and ran a bath. The water was steaming, so hot I could barely ease myself into it. It was wonderfully relaxing and I drifted off into a pleasant daydream. Suddenly I became aware of Dmitri standing at the side of the tub. "I called you but you did not answer." he said. "I knew you were bathing and I was concerned." He offered his hand to help me out, and wrapped a towel around me as I stepped from the water. He led me into the bedroom and then gently and thoroughly dried me. By the time he finished rubbing the towel over my body I was visibly trembling. "What is it, are you cold?" he asked as he tipped my face up to look into my eyes. "No," I whispered as I saw his arousal burning in his eyes, as I am sure he could mine. He bent and kissed me, his lips gentle, his tongue softly seeking mine. Our kiss became more and more passionate as our arms wound around each other. Dmitri picked me up and carried me not to the bed there, but to his own bedroom. He laid me on the bed and kissed me again, our desire flaring as our tongues entwined. His hands sought to know every inch of my warm, pink skin as we became consumed by our need for each other. In an instant he was naked, his cock fully erect and slipping against my wetness. I lifted my hips and he was inside me. He slowly rose and fell on me as I lifted to meet him. I could see the muscles in his arms bunching each time he rose to hold himself barely inside me then sink slowly into my quivering pussy. He began to flex his cock each time he slid gradually into me and connected with my clit. I began to moan at the incredible sensations speeding through my body as he deliberately kept stroking me slowly, so slowly. I began to try to move faster, but he would not be hurried. He kept flexing himself inside me, rubbing against my clit with each downward stroke. I knew I was going to cum, and arched my back as he came down against me again. I locked my legs tightly around his back and dug my fingers into his ass as the spasms began. He rocked against me as I moaned and clutched at him, then pushed himself up from me and began to move faster and faster in and out of me. I could feel his cock swelling and then he stiffened for a moment as he filled me. He lowered himself on me again but then rolled us together until I was on him. He pulled my head down to his shoulder and stroked my hair, whispering sweet words to me until I fell asleep. He woke me a short time later to tell me I must bathe and dress before Belinda got home. He was dressed with not a hair out of place, nothing to hint at the passionate morning we had shared. I followed suit and was downstairs reading when Belinda arrived home about an hour later. She swept into the room carrying a couple of small packages and bringing an air of excitement with her. Her face was even more lovely and animated than usual. She greeted me warmly and then went straight to Dmitri's study. She tapped on the door and went in. The door closed behind her and I thought for a moment of eavesdropping, but I did not know how quickly she might come out. She was very excited about her packages, but I knew she would not discuss them with me. She never did. It was only a moment before Belinda came out and took her things upstairs. Dmitri followed her minutes later, saying only that they would be back down in an hour or so. My curiosity was definitely piqued. I wanted so badly to know what was going on. I listened for their footsteps overhead. I knew they were not in either bedroom. But I could not tell if they were in the room with the magnificent bed or the one with the peculiar odor. I had to know something! I slowly crept up the stairs, avoiding the two steps that creaked no matter where you stepped on them, and tiptoed cautiously down the hall. I paused at the door of the room where we had spent a large part of the day before. I pressed my ear to the door and did not hear anything but the sound of my heart thumping in my ears. I remembered the feel of the lash and did not wish to be enlightened on what kind of punishment a more serious transgression would earn. My mind wandered over the whole incredible scene and I suddenly flushed. I had never felt my whole body and mind so erotically tuned before. I could not help myself. I was driven on by my curiosity. It would not let me rest until I could discover at least part of the puzzle. Very slowly I crept down the hall a little further until I was at the last door. I could hear their voices from inside, but they were talking quietly and I could not distinguish what they were saying. They got louder, then I heard Belinda clearly say, "I have devoted the last three hundred years of my life to you. I will not let this girl come between us." "Do not worry about Gabrielle," I heard Dmitri respond to her. "Things are only what they are. She is still but a girl, and only a mortal besides. What interest could she hold for me over you?" "Three hundred years?" I was shocked. "A mortal?" This was unbelievable. I began to put things together. Their strange lifestyle, the unusual symbols on the cupboards and books, Belinda's behavior before and after her mysterious afternoons away. Were they witches? Stunned, I backed down the hall. Sexual deviation was something I could handle, but sorcery was one world I was not ready to dabble in. I slipped back down the stairs and picked up my book, too distracted to read but needing something to occupy my shaking hands. They came back down the stairs a bit later, seeming none the wiser for my intrusion of their privacy. Dmitri spent the rest of the afternoon in his study, leaving Belinda and I to amuse ourselves. Dinner was quiet, and I excused myself to go upstairs to bed early. I really just wanted some time to make sense of the things I had heard. Surely there was a reasonable explanation. I finally reconciled that the three hundred years must be an exaggeration of their time together. Perhaps she meant it felt like three hundred years. I could remember my grandparents saying they felt as if they had been together all their lives. And referring to me as mortal could just be their way of setting themselves apart from others in their relationship. Sure, it could all be simply explained. Bewitched and Betrayed I did not want to deal with the implications if my initial assumption was true. I had never seen them casting spells, assuming shapes other than their own, or any of the things witches were thought to do. I laid my head on my pillow and closed my eyes, but I did not sleep. Not for long after Belinda crawled in beside me and lay softly breathing did I sleep. The next several days passed with Dmitri buried in his study most of the time. He went out several times to take care of business, but we scarcely notice when he came and went. Belinda and I spent most of that time with our faces buried in each other. Neither of us ever tired of the satisfaction of leaving the other breathless and quivering. We would have dinner together, and then the three of us would spend the rest of the evening exploring the endless pleasures we could provide each other. One afternoon a woman came to the door with a note for Belinda. When the housekeeper handed her the paper she went ashen, then turned and walked right into Dmitri's study. When she came back out she announced that she would be leaving that afternoon and would not be back until the next day. I went upstairs with her and helped her pack the few things she would need overnight. I stayed there when she left. I had always enjoyed writing stories, fantasies of knights and dragons and castles, and I knew that burying myself in one of my tales would be a good distraction. I was still there writing when it came time for dinner. Dmitri was more attentive than usual during dinner. It was wonderful to have the evening all to myself with such a charming and handsome man. A glass of wine and so much flirtatious banter, I admit it all went to my head. When Dmitri suggested a bath after dinner I told him it sounded wonderful. I was all too willing to make my escape. I was having feelings I knew I shouldn't have. I didn't realize he meant both of us. He followed me upstairs and began to fill the tub. He poured in a little fragrant oil, and I thought he would leave. Instead he undressed and stepped into the steaming water. He turned and held out his hand for me to join him. How could I resist him? I dropped my dress and joined him in the tub. He massaged my body as we soaked in the water, kneading my neck and shoulders until I was limp against him. When the water cooled he drained it and dried me off, then stood patiently while I gently rubbed him down with a towel. He picked me up without a word, carrying me off to his bedroom. Dmitri laid beside me tenderly stroking my hair and my face as he kissed his way from my neck to my breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, flicking back and forth over it with his tongue as it hardened. He increased his pull on the rosy bud, grazing it with his teeth. I moaned, and he stopped. He then repeated his actions on the other side, sucking first gently, then harder as his teeth grazed across it. I moaned again and he smiled. "We will both remember this night," Dmitri whispered to me as he kissed my neck again. "Tonight you are the only woman in the world..." I answered by wrapping my arms around his neck and placing my mouth on his. His mouth opened to mine and our tongues mixed deliciously together. He moved over me. I could feel his hardness between my thighs. It sent a thrill of anticipation run through me. I moved under him, inviting him, but he slid down my body between my legs. His tongue was like velvet against my lips as he moved up and down my slit. I sighed heavily as he kept moving up and down, up and down... My hips began to move with him as he continued licking me, now passing over my clit with every upward stroke. He reached up and took my nipples between his fingers and began rolling them back and forth. As my moaning increased, so did his pressure on my nipples and on my clit. Steadily now he was flicking his tongue against my swollen clit as I rocked against him. I wound my fingers in his hair and pulled him harder against me, and he sucked me into his mouth. All the muscles in my body contracted, bending me almost double before my back arched and I bucked up and down into his face. He kept sucking on me, his tongue exerting gentle pressure against me. I called out his name over and over as my orgasm went on and on. Finally I put a hand on his head and pushed him away from me. I laid there gasping for breath as he came up to lay beside me. He ran a finger around a nipple, making me shiver. He gave me little kisses along my jaw line, down my neck and across my shoulder. Then he took me in his arms and kissed me soundly again, his mouth drenched in my taste, his tongue demanding. He kissed me until my head was swimming again. I pulled away from him and bent down to his waist. His cock was so hard, so aroused it was dripping fluid. I started with my tongue at the base of his cock and licked all the way up, catching each drip as I slid my tongue over the top. He groaned and took my head in his hands, pushing my mouth down over him. I sucked him in as hard as I could, just to feel him groan with the tightness of my mouth. I held him just as tightly as I slid back, almost letting him go between my lips, then down again. Up and down I sucked, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could each time. He began moving faster and faster, holding my head in his hands, his cock bouncing against the back of my mouth. I reached down and took his tight balls in my hand and gently rolled them back and forth. Dmitri groaned very loudly and stiffened, holding me absolutely still. I felt him spasm once, and a bit of cum oozed into my mouth. I waited a moment, then began licking around the head of his cock. He pulled out of me with an exclamation and pulled me up on top of him. I straddled him on my knees and lifted myself up and he positioned his engorged cock to enter me. One thrust and I could feel he was completely buried in me. As I began to lift my pussy up and down on his shaft, he grabbed my hips, pulling me down harder and harder on him. He kept up the quick pace and I watched the muscles in his body become tighter and tighter. Finally he arched his back, slamming me down on him as his cum shot deep inside me. He held me on him, his hands shaking like the rest of him. His body quieted and he pulled me to him, our lips briefly meeting before I laid my head on his shoulder and fell asleep. I awoke in the morning feeling Dmitri stirring beneath me. The sun was already far into the room. Neither of us ever slept that late. He smiled at me and I smiled back, being in the best place in the world. I moved to slip off him but he held me where I was. I felt him getting harder, and all I could do was position myself so he could slide inside me. He was very hard already and it didn't take long for his muscles to become clenched as he got ready to climax. He brought me down on him and began rocking me back and forth on his cock, my clit rubbing on him... Whether he exploded first, his cock jerking and bouncing inside me as he filled me with his essence, or I did, my pussy squeezing and grabbing at him, my body writhing against him, I do not know. I only knew that I could never be anything but his... We played the rest of the morning, splashing each other as we took a bath and then taking a walk in the garden behind the house. We never gave our feelings voice, but Dmitri gave every indication he felt the same as I did. We had no sooner gone in and had a bit of lunch than Belinda arrived home. We both greeted her warmly, but I avoided her eyes. I did not want her reading the feelings that were blossoming inside me. I was relieved when she seemed distracted and went upstairs. I watched until Belinda was out of sight, then looked for Dmitri. He was in his study with the door closed, so I decided to try and read something. After a while, Belinda came down and went into the kitchen. When she came out she was carrying two steaming mugs. She graciously offered one of them to me saying the cook was trying some new coffee, and wanted us to try it. Belinda took a sip of hers. "It has an interesting flavor. Tell me what you think." I sipped at the hot liquid and thought its flavor very peculiar. I took another sip. Its aroma seemed slightly familiar, though I was having trouble placing it. One more drink and I realized it had the same odor as the shuttered room I had been in only once. I set the cup down and looked at Belinda. She was watching me intently, her sweet smile replaced by a malevolent look of expectation. "What is it, Belinda?" I asked. She answered, a scornful edge to her voice. "I know what you have been thinking. Do you really think you could steal his heart and take my place? I have spent three hundred years by his side. You could never be what I am to him. You want to stay by his side? You should be more careful what you wish for!" I began to feel strange, as though my body was being compressed under some unseen force. I looked down at myself and screamed. Dmitri came running from his study. "Belinda! What have you done?" he shouted as he saw me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. "Come with me. My powers are stronger than hers. I can reverse the spell if we act quickly." My legs buckled beneath me halfway up the stairs, so he carried me the rest of the way to the room that smelled like the potion Belinda had spiked my coffee with. As he laid me on the table, I could feel that I had shrunk, and my skin was changing, becoming lightly furred. Had I seen myself in a mirror I would have screamed anew for the feline appearance my features were taking on. He quickly pulled down bottles and jars and mixed the curious ingredients in a small bowl with a splash of water. He turned as Belinda appeared in the doorway. "What are you doing?" she asked with a smug tone to her voice. "I instantly recognized your transformation spell, Belinda." he spat furiously at her. "You know I can reverse it." She laughed, the sound harsh. "You gave of your heart to another woman. Do you think I would use a spell that could be broken so easily? Oh, you shall have her by your side, Dmitri, but not as the woman you desire. You can not reverse the spell as you think you can, for I have tasted her blood." "No!" he shouted, his voice anguished. He turned to me. "Is this true?" My mind flashed on the day Belinda and I had met. "Yes," I managed to whisper from the agony of my twisted, shrinking body. "Then I can not save you," he groaned. "But I can alter her spell so you may know some small bit of freedom from your prison. He put the bowl to my lips and made me drink the bitter fluid. He muttered a few words that made no sense to me and gently laid my head on the table as he watched the completion of my transformation. I came to consciousness a minute later in the form I have awakened to almost every day of the last hundred years--a black cat, a witch's familiar. Thanks to Dmitri's quick action I am able to spend one day each year in my human form. Some very special powers have come my way over time, such as an ability to sense someone's thoughts, and sometimes slightly influence them. I never quite lose all my human traits when I am a cat, and I never lose all my feline traits as a human, so I am never quite comfortable in either world. I awaken this morning quite aware of what is happening as the sun reaches through the window and touches me. It is the day. I can feel myself changing, stretching out. The transformation lasts only a few minutes, but it takes me twice that long to recover my strength and my ability to control my human body. I sniff the air, knowing I will not find Dmitri's scent. Since the first year, he has avoided this day. He cannot bear it when I return to my feline shape. Belinda is in the house, but closeted in her room and will not come out until I am gone. There are always clothes waiting for me each year. I quickly bathe and dress and leave the house as I do every time. I am hunting. I walk the streets and parks and malls, watching people, looking for the one. I smell him before I see him. He has not had a woman's scent on him for a long time, and I can feel his pheromones drifting on the air, tickling my nostrils. I shadow him for a time, studying him. He is fair-haired, and his plain white T-shirt and blue jeans show off his well-muscled body and handsome face. He is a few years older than I was when I fell under Belinda's spell. I follow as he goes into a store and makes a few purchases, all telling of a single man. He comes out absorbed in his own thoughts, and I let him walk right into me. He drops his packages as he tries to keep me from falling, and somehow I end up briefly in his arms, looking up into his warm brown eyes. I can see a spark already burning in them as we laugh together. I help him pick up his spilled purchases, making sure I brush his hand when I give them to him. I make as much eye contact as possible to give him a little mental push. Then the moment has passed and I am sure he will walk away in spite of my efforts. He turns and touches my arm. "My name is Barry. Would you like to have dinner with me?" he asks. "Yes," I reply as I smile my most seductively, "if you're cooking." His eyes open wide as he realizes what I said. He shifts his packages and takes me by the hand. His home is not far, a couple of miles, and we chat easily on the way. I must invent a history for myself, of course, as my reality would be far too unbelievable for anyone. Once we arrive we go into the kitchen and put his groceries away. He immediately starts preparing dinner, setting a couple of steaks to broil and making a crisp salad. He tells me where to find the few things I need to set the table and then we are just waiting for the steaks to finish. I walk over while he is rinsing his hands and put my hands under the water with his. The warm water feels very erotic as it runs over our hands together. We stand there for a moment enjoying it, then he picks up a towel and wraps my hands in his. I lean into him, my face tilted slightly upward, my lips ready for his. I can feel the current between us as our lips meet. Barry's arms wrap around me and mine around him as we kiss, our tongues sliding together. I mold my body to his, my desire for him obviously returned as I feel him hardening. I reach for his shirt and pull it up over his head, and then remove mine. My breasts swell under his gaze, my nipples standing out proudly. He bends down and takes one of them in his mouth and sucks it hard. I press into him and moan as he sucks on the other one. His hand unfastens my jeans and helps me step out of them. I wore nothing under my clothes, so I am naked. He steps back and looks at me for a long minute and then takes his jeans off. His cock is standing out, and I cannot resist taking him in my mouth. I have him sit in one of the chairs so I can get down on my knees in front of him, between his legs. I begin stroking his cock with my hand, squeezing as I move my hand up, loosening my grip for a second, then squeezing back down the length of him. I look up at Barry and see him watching me as I move my tongue and lips over the head of his cock, reveling in the feel of the velvety soft skin. "Mmmmm...." he moans as I suck hard on just the head, continuing stroking him with my hand. I suck him in, only stopping when I feel him hit the back of my mouth. Up and down I ride his cock with my mouth, keeping a continuous suction on him. He slides down a little in the chair and I take his balls loosely in my other hand and roll them around. I look up at him again and his eyes are closed, his mouth open a little. The sounds he is making is like music to me... his cock is swelling, I know he will cum soon. I slide my mouth back up then off him, then stand up in front of him. My pussy is right in his face, but I turn around and bend over. He stands up and rubs his hand between my legs. He spreads my lips with his fingers and pushes his cock up to my slippery opening. I push back against him, inviting him... he slides into me so easily. He begins pounding me, his hands on my hips, sinking himself so deep inside me it feels like he will push through to the other side. I can hear the tension building in his voice as he moans with more urgency. Finally he can take it no more and he cums hard, his knees shaking so much he has to lean on me to steady himself. I can feel the warmth of his cum as it jets inside me. We notice the smell of the steaks burning. Barry runs over and pulls them from under the broiler. They are a charred mess. He apologizes, but I give him a wicked grin as I hop up on the counter. "That's okay. We don't have to waste time with food." He comes right over to me and bends down between my legs. He pushes my legs apart and starts sliding his tongue over my ready slit. I lean back and push myself toward him, putting my legs up around him. He devours me hungrily, working over my pussy with his lips and tongue, sucking at me, licking me... I feel my own muscles becoming taut, my clit throbbing, needing to cum. But I don't want to cum yet. I push him away from me. Barry picks me up from the counter with my legs around his waist and takes me into his bedroom. He lays with me on the bed, and I can feel that he is hard again. I roll over against him and begin to grind my body against his. He immediately swings his body over mine and easily enters my slippery pussy. He begins a steady pumping into me and I push up, meeting his every stroke into me. We continue until we are both sweating and panting. We pause to catch our breath and I wrap my legs around him so my feet are locked together resting on the small of his back. He resumes his stroking, a little slower this time, making prolonged contact with my clit each time our bodies meet. I can feel both our bodies becoming taut, the sounds of our pleasure filling the air around us. We make contact again and I sense that he will cum on the next stroke. I let myself go as he pushes into me once more. As my orgasm roars through me I sink my claws deep into his back and my hidden feline teeth into the side of his neck, just as his cock begins to release its hot flood. He yells and his cock contracts hard, his balls pumping a mighty stream into me. We are locked together, my arms and legs around him, my pussy holding him in a relentless grip. His whole body is shuddering and shaking against mine. I taste a bit of salty wetness on my tongue as I continue to writhe against him. Only when my body stops trembling do I retract my claws and lick the blood from my fangs, releasing him. He pushes away from me and wipes at his neck. A slight pink smear is all he sees as he pulls his hand away. He looks at me, as if disbelieving what just happened. He looks down at his cock hanging limply, totally spent, and then back at me. He unexpectedly grins. "That was the mightiest orgasm I have ever had." he says, "How in the world did you do that?" I smile, revealing only my human teeth and fingernails. "A girl's got to have her secrets..." Barry pulls me to him, totally spent and wanting to sleep. I lay next to him with my head on his shoulder, enjoying the comforting warmth of his arms around me. He begins to snore softly. I listen for awhile, wishing no more than to stay there beside him. It is always this way. I suppress my longing to remain human, knowing I cannot change what will happen as soon as the sun rises again. When he awakens he will find me gone, a strange black cat in his house, and a mystery lingering in his mind. Bewitched, Beguiled, Beloved Simone's dark eyes focused on the lead singer as he stood front and center on the platform strumming his guitar. Broad shoulders, slender hips. Tall, lanky, not too thin. She liked what she saw. Rick Carver had chiseled features with soft blue gray eyes and chestnut wavy hair that fell tenuously across his strong brow. With a voice like crushed velvet, he crooned his version of Percy Mayfield's "Please Send Me Someone to Love" into the chromed microphone while her guests danced with their arms wrapped around one another on the Spanish tile floor in front of the small stage. For a mortal he was quite the specimen. He had been born with potential for greatness but too many scars had kept him from continuing down that path. The savage war between mortals had taken its toll on his spirit. She could sense his loss and pain. She understood the reason he chose to sing in a post war dance band but nothing could deny his heroic nature. She surprised herself by taking such a keen interest in reading him. She rarely bothered with humans. Mortals were dangerous for witches. It didn't matter to her what they achieved in their pathetic lives. It was necessary to get along with them in their frivolous world, but getting too close could lead to her being stripped of her powers or worse, possibly being burned at the stake. Not by mortals, those days were past but nothing prevented her from being torched by her own kind. Her magical powers, her very life were far more important than a human's fleeting and often troublesome existence. This one was different and her curiosity to know why he caught her attention overrode her usual strong sense of self preservation. She moved cautiously towards the edge of the stage to take a closer look. Simone strolled slowly in front of him as she connected with his expressive, soulful eyes. He sang a Jimmy Liggins classic "Baby, I Can't Forget You". A knowing smile crossed her scarlet painted lips at the same time it crossed his. He was a fine specimen of a mortal man indeed. Her hips swayed slowly from side to side to the rhythm of the music as he watched her, his emotions written across his movie star face. Simone was a magnificent creature. Gleaming raven hair, wrapped into a high fashion chignon, held in place by tiny jeweled snowflake hairpins. She was shapely, with long limbs and a wasp waist, not too tall but not too short, just right. Her formfitting burgundy satin dress hugged her in all the right places. He was enchanted by her exotic beauty and she knew it. Simone glanced back over her shoulder and smiled once again. She could practically hear his heart pounding out of his chest. His eyes followed her as she slowly walked across the length of the dance floor away from him. Men were always aroused by her dark beauty. Nothing new about that, but this time she found herself completely beguiled by the handsome singer. That was new. Not in a typical way. Even though she'd bang him in an instant, there was something different about him she liked. She wanted to know everything about him. This intrigued and concerned her at the same time. Simone was already making plans to take it a step further on that cool California night. After all it was Winter Solstice and she was feeling a bit provocative. She wasn't certain how far she wanted to take this dalliance. The night would make that decision for her. The band was packing up when she decided to make her first move. She knew Rick Carver was too much of a gentleman to make advances toward his client so it was entirely up to her. She had hired his band from a small ad she found in the Los Angeles Times. It wasn't the first band she called but it was the first band that called her back. Being so close to the Holidays, she was lucky to find a combo with an opening. The Rick Carver Four had a last minute cancellation and Mr. Carver himself called her to say they would be glad to take the gig. She immediately liked his voice and hired him over the phone without suggesting an audition. Simone could never tell him the occasion wasn't Christmas or Chanukah but instead, the holiest of days for witches and warlocks. In ancient times her kind would have been circling a caldron, dressed in black, beneath a full moon with the smell of burning sage swirling around them, but this was modern day Los Angeles, 1952. Instead, they gathered in the courtyard of Simone's lavish Hollywood Hills home and celebrated in the contemporary style of drinks, music and dancing. The cavernous mansion she called home sweet home was built in the twenties by an up and coming movie mogul whom quickly went broke when talkies became the newest thing. She fell in love with the Art Deco inspired beauty at first sight and was able to purchase it for a very reasonable price. It sat high above Sunset Blvd and was aptly named Casa de Cristal, in translation House of Glass. It was constructed with massive windows all the way around the side that overlooked the neon, billboards and roving spotlights of Tinsel Town below. She lived there with her long time companion of many decades, Helena. A fiery, freckled redhead with full firm breasts, shapely thighs and flashing dark brown eyes. Some would comment on her resemblance to Rita Hayworth. To Simone, Helena represented a soft place to land when things got hard. She couldn't imagine her life without her. Simone and Helena had met at a coven in Spain nearly forty years ago. Witches don't age like mortals. They were now well into their late eighties but both looked to be about mid twenties. Simone was bisexual but her lover Helena was strictly into women. It had caused some interesting fights between them throughout the years. Simone loved Helena intensely but even that could not squelch her need for the occasional penis. When she had cravings for a male lover, she never had difficulty attracting them. The problems only arose when they wanted to stay in her life after she and especially Helena didn't want them around anymore. Usually a few simple spells involving the enamored suitor's memory would send them on their way. The two passionate lesbian lovers would then settle back down to their very reclusive, contented existence high above the city on Mulholland Drive. Simone lingered nearby watching Mr. Carver put away his equipment as he meticulously disconnected and coiled up endless lengths of electrical cords. He had an incredible ass, tight and muscular. She could see the distinct concaves on the sides of his hips. So different from a woman's fuller rounded curves. Angular, firm and they deepened when they thrust their hips deep into a woman's vagina. She loved that. If Mr. Carver noticed Simone staring at him, he didn't let on. She was content to quietly watch him bend and flex his sinewy masculine frame. Simone glanced behind her to the large cluster of Bird of Paradise on the far side of the pool. Helena was hiding there, glaring in her direction. She was watching Simone admire Rick Carver's exquisite attributes. Simone softly sighed. She'd have to spend some extra time later satisfying the very beautiful but equally insecure Helena. Fortunately, Simone could eat pussy better than anyone else Helena had ever known. It was sheer pleasure to bury her face into the blazing copper cunt of her tempestuous lover. It gave her extreme satisfaction to lick Helena's swollen salmon colored clit until she was screaming out to the heavens for sweet release. To be fair, Helena was also an expert at carpet munching. She could bring Simone to some of the most intense and pleasurable orgasms, over and over again. It gave Simone ample time to fantasize about having a huge dick plunging in and out of her sopping wet vagina while Helena demonstrated her exquisite expertise in cunnilingus. Helena never knew what Simone's fantasies revolved around. Certainly she didn't know they involved fucking men. If Simone had anything to say about it, the beautiful redhead would never find out. Even so, there was nothing quite as satisfying as a woman's soft touch. Soft curves pressing into equally soft curves, breasts, thighs, vaginas. It was a comforting feeling. Right now she had more pressing business at hand as she licked her red lips and admired her next casual suitor with hungry eyes. "Mr. Carver." Her voice, soft and sultry. "I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed your quartet tonight." Rick straightened up and turned to face her. It nearly took her breath away. He was so incredibly handsome. She managed to complete her thought. "You boys really know how to entertain a crowd." She tried not to let on how attracted she was to him. It simply wasn't her style to gush. She managed to maintain her cool exterior but she wasn't about to let this one slip through her fingers before she had her way with him. "Thank you Miss Barteau. You have excellent taste in music." His smile was electrifying. "We don't get too many requests for solid R&B. They usually ask for the newer standards from Les Brown and Artie Shaw, which are fine by me... but the blues..." He placed a hand over his heart. "...that's where my heart is." He casually leaned his frame against the trellis and narrowed his eyes. "So, where does a classy lady like you learn to appreciate the finer strains of R&B? Very few people have ever heard of artists like Percy Mayfield, Jimmy Liggins and Poison Gardner." "Well, I've always had eclectic tastes." She paused and bit the corner of her bottom lip. "Some say that kind of music is the work of the devil... but personally, I prefer it." Simone gave him an impish smile. "Cash or check Mr. Carver?" She inquired. He seemed embarrassed but he was relieved that she offered to pay in cash. He'd be able to pay his band tonight and keep his beloved Les Paul Gibson out of the hockshop this week. "Mmm, cash would be swell Miss Barteau... if it's not too much trouble." "It's not." She smiled. "Very well Mr. Carver, cash it is." His eyes widened as she reached inside the plunging neckline of her burgundy satin dress and pulled out a large wad of bills from between her rounded, pushed up cleavage. She handed him the stack but he didn't bother to count it. It was a lot more money than what he had quoted her over the phone. He could tell just by the weight of the tightly wound roll. "Thank you ma'am. I'm not sure quite what to say. This is very generous of you." She sniffed slightly. "Trust me, you were worth every penny of it and probably more." She smiled as she smoothed the plunging neckline across her décolletée. "I'm just grateful you were able to play for my party. It was so last minute." Her smile could capture the coldest man's heart. "I'm famous for putting everything off until the last minute." She giggled. "It gets me into trouble more times than I care to mention." He gave her a hearty laugh and turned around to finish breaking down the rest of his equipment. She wasn't about to let him get away, not just yet. "Mr. Carver, may I call you Rick?" He turned around and flashed a warm smile that nearly knocked her backwards. "Why... yes. I'd like that very much." His band members had finished packing up were standing off to one side talking quietly among each other, waiting for Rick to finish. She nodded towards them. "Did they ride with you this evening Rick?" She added sweetly. "...and by the way, you can call me Simone." He looked pleased but slightly embarrassed. "No ma'... um I mean Simone. We all came in separate vehicles." He seemed puzzled by her question. "Why... is there someplace I could drive you?" "Oh no, I have my own car." She looked around to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation besides a now livid Helena still holding court behind the bushes. "I was wondering if maybe you would like to stay after your friends leave... perhaps for a midnight swim?" There was an awkward silence and a mild look of surprise on his handsome face. "Well, that sounds like fun but I...I don't carry swimming trunks with me." He winked, hoping to mask his flushed cheeks. "Certainly not in December." She grinned. "That's okay, you won't need them." He tilted his head slightly to the side and peered at Simone through one eye. "I don't mind... if you don't." She smirked. "If I minded, I wouldn't have asked you to stay, would I?" "Fair enough ma'am... um, sorry, Simone. Sorry, my mother didn't raise a fresh boy." The tips of his ears had turned bright red and Simone was pleased by that. She liked her men on the shy side. "Excuse me, I'll go tell the boys goodnight." She nodded as he strolled over to where they were standing. He flashed the huge wad of cash at them and they all beamed as he licked his thumb and peeled off bills from the stack to pay them. Simone's attention was averted to the sound of Helena beckoning her from her hiding place in the foliage. She walked over to the where her lover was hiding with a crooked smile on her face. Helena hissed. "You're planning to fuck that musician aren't you?" Simone was always amused by Helena's green eyed monster. It pleased her to think the spirited redhead was still jealous after all these years. She pulled Helena from her hiding spot by her arm and soothed her. "Oh hush my sweet darling." She stroked Helena's flaming auburn waves and tugged on the full skirt of her green taffeta party dress to smooth it. She gazed lovingly into those familiar flashing brown eyes. "Honey, you know it's been a long, long time..." She looked up at the clear night sky. "...and there's a full moon tonight." Helena knew there was no talking Simone out of anything once she made up her mind. Many decades had passed and she still hoped her need for the occasional man would subside. It hadn't. Helena sighed. "Very well... but remember who loves you." "How could I ever forget?" Simone cupped the back of Helena's head in her hands and lovingly pressed her full red lips against her lover's more delicate tangerine tinted ones. She forced her tongue inside the redhead's mouth and kissed her long and hard. When she pulled away she whispered. "You will always have my heart, my sweet flame." Helena grabbed Simone's hands, squeezed them and held them to her lips with a distant sadness in her eyes. "Very well, my sexy girl. Have your fun. I'll be waiting in our bedroom for you to return to me." Simone watched Helena as she slowly walked away. She turned around in time to see Rick Carver waving at his band members and looking in her direction. He must have seen the two of them kissing. She was curious to see if he would say anything as she walked toward him standing by the pool. Rick watched as Simone stopped by the antique Wurlitzer jukebox and clicked a few buttons. The colorful lights began to roll and flash as the music started playing. Funny, he never noticed that beautiful old record machine sitting there before. He shrugged his shoulders as soon as the haunting voice of Billy Holiday's "God Bless the Child" came pouring out of the speakers like rich Kentucky bourbon. Simone held out both hands and he offered his in return. They stood face to face as she smiled. "Now, Mr. Carver, where were we?" She didn't wait for him to answer as they both glanced down at the blue rippling water. "Ah yes. We were going to take a midnight dip in the pool, weren't we?" His reaction reminded her of a schoolboy, the way he shyly looked down and ground the toe of his wingtip into the concrete poolside. She liked a bashful man. She found bashful men made better lovers. Simone flashed him a warm smile and released her hair from the tightly wound chignon, carefully tucking the tiny snowflake hair pins, one by one onto the edge of her plunging neckline. Her dark tresses fell softly across the tops of her delicate shoulders. She tugged at the zipper of her dress before motioning to him in a hushed tone. "Do you mind?" Rick moved behind her, close enough to detect the heady scent of Shalimar on smooth olive skin. Even though his hands trembled slightly, he managed to pull the zipper of her satin dress down her narrow back then stood back and watched as it slid off her slender body into a pile on the cement. She stood before him looking like some kind of goddess in a black satin bra and panties with a matching garter belt, attached to seamed stockings with tiny black satin bows. At some point he started breathing again as she slowly slipped the straps of her push up bra down her arms and performed a sensual strip tease for his pleasure. The night air was cool which was evident by her very erect berry brown nipples that seemed to point straight up toward the moon above. As her bra fell away, she cupped her hands over those perky breasts and made some indecipherable comment about the chilly temperature. Rick was already lost in the moment to care about the weather. He questioned, somewhat insincerely about the decision to take a dip on such a cool night and she laughed. "Nonsense. I pay a lot of money to keep this pool heated." They both laughed. They were paying attention but it wasn't to the small talk. The tension was as thick as the heavy night air. As she shimmied out of her panties, he tried to maintain some sort of dignity. His trousers were beginning to get uncomfortably tight. Her dark pubic hair was trimmed into a perfect triangle. Rick had never seen anything quite like it before but he knew he would never forget it either. She stood perfectly still for an instant to allow him to feast his eyes on her lovely form before she went about removing her garter belt, stockings and heels. He was mesmerized by the vision of this ravishing woman stripped naked before him. He didn't need Santa to bring him any presents - this would be more than enough. When Simone was completely nude she turned her back to face the pool, giving him one last look at the sweetest heart shaped ass he had ever laid eyes on. She quickly dived headfirst into the sparkling blue pool with barely a splash as her sleek body glided under the water of the brightly lit pool. She came up somewhere near the middle and gracefully swam toward the edge of the pool, just below where he stood. He was in awe of her rare beauty and his incredible luck. An eerie blue mist seemed to rise from the water where she came up. She tossed her wet hair away from her angelic face and inquired to her stunned guest. "Well, are you going to stand there in your clothes or are you going to get naked and join me?" She grinned and placed her elbows on the lip of the pool as her spectacular tits gently bobbed in the rippling waves. "Come on in! The water's divine." Rick didn't hesitate a second longer as he hurriedly tossed shoes, socks, jacket, pants and shirt wildly about in a shedding frenzy. He never thought it was possible to take off clothes that quickly and he was certain he had just broken some kind of record on getting naked. He quickly dove into the pool and rose up from the water right next to Simone. His arms enveloped her body as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss. She responded exactly as he hoped she would. They spent the next ten minutes kissing and petting. Deep, long lingering kisses as Simone wrapped her long legs tightly around Rick's slender waist. He felt the warmth of her neatly trimmed pussy flush against his firm belly, her exquisite tits pressed against his solid chest. She smelled heavenly and her skin next to his felt sublime. Rick Carver could surely count this gig as one of the best he'd ever booked. Simone pulled at his hair, bit on his bottom lip and rubbed the lips of her pussy against his steely erection. The water was warm and the air was cool as he lifted her body and slid his cock inside of her. She had the tightest pussy he had ever had the privilege to fuck as he held on tight and bounced her hips wildly against his thrusting pelvis. Fucking in water was never anything Rick had been an expert at but he was quickly adapting. Bewitched, Beguiled, Beloved Simone's breaths coming short ragged puffs of air as her tits wildly bounced out of the water. She started to moan loudly and her pussy tightened like a vise around his throbbing cock. Her head rolled as she locked her fingers around the back of his neck and shuddered, hard. Rick cupped his hands to her breasts, pulled them towards his face and sucked her nipples deeply into his mouth. She was gasping for air, rocking her pelvis over his groin. His balls ached to be emptied inside that delicious convulsing pussy. Suddenly Simone stopped. Her body stiffened and she looked up. A garbled, almost unworldly sound escaped from her lungs. Startled by her reaction, Rick tilted his head back to see a very attractive naked redhead with plenty of tits and other curves standing above them. She was the same lovely woman in the emerald green gown he'd observed Simone kissing in the bushes, except now she was completely free of clothing. The lovely Helena stood gazing down like Venus in the Half Shell at the passion flamed lovers in their steaming azure passion pit. With large doe eyes blinking, she chewed on the tip of her index finger and whispered. "It was lonely in that big old house." Simone recovered from the initial surprise and rested her weight solidly on Rick's throbbing hard cock. "I'm sorry... did I interrupt anything?" Helena smiled sheepishly. Simone's fingernails gradually loosened the death grip they held on the back of Rick's neck. "Oh Helena!" She cooed. "You startled me is all. I thought you had already gone to bed." The two women smiled at one another in a way that Rick had never witnessed two people look at each other before. A strange, knowing look that was both familiar and eerily strange at the same time. Like two hungry souls reaching across the universe to find one another. Rick was too stunned to speak as he stared up at the delicate lips of Helena's pale peach vagina, framed by flaming copper pubic hair. Instead of Simone's distinct triangle, Helena's pubes were trimmed into a fiery heart. He was still buried deeply inside the dark haired beauty's lovely pussy. Strange brew indeed. A feral hunger overtook him. He had the opportunity to experience two women at the same time. This was different than what he'd ever imagined it would be like. He had a strong feeling he wouldn't have to do much coaxing to lure these seductive vixens into a threesome. They seemed to be running the show and it didn't matter to Rick, even if it meant losing a part of his soul. His cock was calling the shots for him. He reached up and offered a hand for Helena to join them in the cerulean cauldron. She gracefully slipped into the water beside them, her voluptuous curves, shimmering in the luminescent light. Large round breasts with erect peach nipples floated above the surface of the water like buoyant pillows. He pulled her closer to have a taste. The instant he put his mouth around their billowing softness, she leaned in and pushed her tongue into Simone's lovely mouth. Helena's pale flesh pressed against Simone's olive skin as they kissed and caressed. The eerie blue mist seemed to rise up from the rippling blue water and swirl around their naked bodies. Screamin' Jay Hawkins "I Put a Spell on You" rolled out of the speakers of the haunted Wurlitzer like a ghost as Rick gazed passionately into the eyes of his two beautiful companions. He had the impression that he was staring into the eyes of ancient mystic felines. Timeless and weightless, their spirits intertwined in a dance of the devil. It was unworldly and he should have been frightened but he wasn't... he was enchanted, bewitched, beguiled by their sublimely feminine mystique. Nothing could make him run, nothing could tear him away. He was trapped by the pheromones of two intoxicating seductresses that possibly were not from this world and it didn't matter in the least. This was not the kind of world Rick was accustomed to but he could easily slip into it for eternity. He watched intently as the two women kissed while Simone stayed securely impaled on Rick's grateful erection. Simone began to ride slowly and deliberately on Rick's throbbing cock as Helena watched. She cooed to Rick while stroking Helena's gleaming copper tresses as the redhead sucked on Simone's berry brown nipples. "Cum inside me baby... I want my sweet Helena to taste you. I want her to swallow your seed from my pussy. She needn't say another word. Rick grabbed Simone around her petite waist and pumped his cock into her like a jackhammer as Helena watched them. Within a few strokes he had filled Simone with what felt like a gallon of cum. His body went limp and it felt like he was floating in midair. Only a few minutes had passed but Rick couldn't really say how all three of them managed to scramble out of the water and end up on a large cushion from a double chaise lounge. Simone was lying on her back, Helena was on her knees between Simone's luscious thighs as Rick knelt behind Helena. Her bouncing creamy alabaster ass was sticking high in the air, inviting Rick to fuck it. Rick could hear the sound of Helena slurping and licking his very own cum out of Simone's juicy pussy while the dark haired lovely sighed and mewed in delight. Rick was rock hard as he slipped his cock into Helen's dripping pussy. If he thought Simone was tight, Helena was even tighter. Her sweet pale peach pussy closed around his cock like a perfectly fitted velvet glove. He grabbed her full round hips and watched as his dick pumped in and out of her snug wet pussy. Drops of her dew glistened from coppery color pubes as he drove his narrow hips hard and fast against her fleshy bottom. She bounced off his groin, making a loud slapping noise but not loud enough to muffle the sound of Simone's screams and cries as Helena licked his creamy cum from her dripping pussy and ass. Their shared passion set off a chain reaction as Rick poured his seed inside of Helena's pussy. She moaned and rubbed her clit with her fingers as she tongued Simone into another frenzied orgasm. Simone immediately jumped up and changed positions with Helena. This time it was Helena on her back as Simone cleaned every drop of Rick's cum that he'd emptied inside Helena's tight little cunt while Simone stuck her ass in the air for Rick to ravage. He collected his spit and Simone's juices on his fingers before pushing first one then two fingers up Simone's tight little poop chute. She groaned and wiggled to accommodate him as he finger banged her beautiful bottom. She reached back, squirmed a little and spread her cheeks wider, inviting his cock to enter her. Rick wasted no time pushing his hardness inside her sweet little upturned ass. He shuddered from the heat and snugness. As soon as he was sure she could take it all comfortably, he grabbed her hips firmly and went balls deep inside, pounding her ass hard and fast. She groaned and moaned while burying her face deeper into Helena's copper snatch. Helena's fingers were tangled into Simone's blue black hair while she tossed her own head of flaming red tresses from side to side. She howled in sheer delight with a series of soul shattering orgasms. Each climax was more intense and longer than the one that preceded it. Between the touch, sounds, smells, and sights of what Rick witnessed, he had emptied another load of cum, this time deep into Simone's ass while she rocked her hard clit on her own greedy fingers, cumming again and again, squeezing Rick's dick inside of her tight little anus. The swirling blue mist that enveloped the three of them seemed to have become thicker and more intense. They switched places once more and this time Helena tongued Simone's upturned ass while Helena stayed on her knees. Rick knelt behind Helena and stared at her beautiful creamy white ass as it gyrated in the bright moonlight. He placed one large hand across the translucent flesh of Helena's soft globes and rubbed her cheeks while she licked his cum from Simone's ass. He was trapped in a kaleidoscope of other worldly sights and sounds. Nothing could hold him back from saying. "You've got the perfect ass for a damn good spanking Helena." It was Simone who answered him as Helena moaned and wiggled it in front of Rick's hungry eyes. "She loves to have her ass spanked... hard. I do it all the time." She motioned toward Rick's belt lying in the pile of his discarded clothes. "Use your belt, she loves the belt." There was a touch of evil in Simone's eyes as Helena offered her bottom up for Rick to punish. He'd never strapped a woman before. He'd spanked a couple with his hand but never given a woman a real whipping. His dick seemed to be permanently hard as he reached over and grabbed his belt. Simone sat up and cradled Helena's head in her lap to hold her still for Rick. He shook off his nerves and took the first swing of the belt that striped Helena's fair skin right in the center of her bottom. She yelped and he hesitated to wield it again. Simone ran her fingers through Helena's thick wavy hair as she watched intently as Rick held the belt in his fist. It was Helena's voice begging him this time. "Smack me hard!" She cried. "Let me have it!" Simone nodded her approval as Rick watched Helena's plump bottom turn a brilliant scarlet with each stripe he laid across her cheeks. She wailed and cried and wiggled but each time he would hesitate, both women urged him to continue with the strapping. Helena rubbed her clitoris as Rick smacked her brilliant red bottom. She came again and again with every smack. His arm was beginning to tire. He stopped the spanking and started rubbing Helena's sore bottom, soothing the angry welts. Simone had wriggled away from Helena and was on her knees sucking on Rick's never ending erection. He shoved his fingers inside Helena's ass and pussy and began banging her fast and hard until she squirted all over Rick and Simone. Simone swallowed yet another load of Rick's cum down her lovely throat. The misty air seemed to settle down as Rick held up one hand and waved it like a white flag. He felt that he'd practically lost half his body weight in cum and sweat. Even the strongest spell couldn't keep his heart going for much longer. The two beautiful bewitching creatures watched in calm silence as Rick wearily pulled his spent body onto one of the reclining chaise lounges. They seemed to be waiting for his next command. Strangely, for the first time he felt as though he was running this magic show. He fell back onto the lounge and in a breathy command he swirled his hand around in a circle and held onto his pounding chest to slow down his heart rate. "Dance for me. I want to see your beautiful bodies dance for me in a slow, seductive dance while I try to recover." He chuckled slightly as the Wurlitzer seemed to be making all the right selections. Lena Horne's "Stormy Weather" played. Lena's silvery pipes flowed through the jukebox speaker as Simone and Helena wrapped their arms around each other and slowly danced to the music. Their naked bodies dancing so close, breasts pressed together, voluptuous hips swaying, graceful hands caressing, full lips kissing. It was the most seductive scene Rick had ever witnessed. After everything that he had experienced tonight, this was by far the cherry on top of the carnal dessert. There was something so sensual about these two lovely women lost in one another's beauty, dancing. The music magically guided them around the edge of the mystic shimmering blue water. The eerie blue mist seemed to sparkle and twirl around their nude bodies as Rick's abused cock once again sprung to life. He slowly and deliberately stroked the length of his penis to the rhythm of the music without taking his eyes off his two dancing devil dolls. Don't know why ain't no sun up in the sky. Lena's smooth satiny voice flowed through his body as he watched intently. A dark mistress and a pale mistress danced as one in a space between heaven and hell. It was like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, except this involved two nude witches, Rick and his unrelenting hard dick. He stroked harder, faster, his abdomen tightening, his muscles tensing. Just as he was about to cum again for a countless time, he looked up to see the two women hovering just above him like Sirens over Odysseus. Like the witches he instinctively knew they were, anticipating his final gift as a blessing. Pearly white cum shot from his cock in a streaming, gushing, geyser hitting Helena's fair freckled face and Simone's darker beauty at the same time. They cradled each other's faces and licked Rick's creamy deposit from one another. Then turned their attention to their male god, each kissing him deeply, allowing him taste his own seed from their sweet kisses. The three of them curled up as a set of triplets in a mother's protective womb and slept in peaceful tranquility. Somewhere between the stillness of the night and the quiet of the early morning dawn, Rick slipped away taking with him the memories that weren't quite real. Six months later For the second time this month Rick Carver drove up into the Hollywood hills at sunset until he came to the narrow driveway that led to the large glass house at the top of the hill. He parked his car and stood at the large glass doors gathering the courage to ring the doorbell once again. No one ever answered but he kept hoping that someday, somebody would. Maybe they could give him an answer as to why he showed up here at the same time the sun set in the Pacific. He didn't know what he was looking for but it had become a ritual. The house looked vacant although the grounds were well taken care of. He would wait around for a few agonizing minutes like he had so many other times, before getting back into his Ford Crestline to make the long drive back to his lonely little apartment in Van Nuys. Simone stood at the door in a long white nightgown and watched the headlights of his Ford as they made their way down the winding drive. She always felt a profound sadness every time his car disappeared out of sight. Helena sat silently on the sofa watching Simone pine for the handsome musician. She swirled the Chablis inside her glass and took a long drag off a cigarette. The red cherry tip glowed brightly in contrast to the darkness of the room. Smoke circled her head like graceful ballerinas. "Simone, what the hell are you doing?" Simone turned and gave her a smoldering, sad look. "Enjoying myself Helena. Simply enjoying myself. That's all." She turned back towards the window. "Isn't he positively delectable?" A girlish sigh escaped her lips. Helena raised one eyebrow. "Indeed, he is my darling. Delectable enough for you to include me into your little spell to seduce him." She smiled to herself as she closely observed Simone standing at the glass, possessing all the characteristics of a caged predator. Helena scoffed. "I still can't believe I allowed you to let him fuck me... and I actually enjoyed it." She chuckled at the irony and took another drag from her cigarette before stubbing it out in a crystal ashtray. "That was some spell you cast on that two-bit musician, my darling sorceress." Simone's gaze turned serious but her eyes never shifted their focus from the dark abyss into where she last saw him. "He's more than that Helena. He's so much more than that." She placed her hands on the glass and looked longingly into the night at the city lights. "Besides... look who's talking. I saw the look on your face when he shoved that magnificent cock of his up your hungry little vagina." She giggled at the thought. Helena chose to ignore that last comment. "One of these nights... mark my words, he's going come back and bust the glass out of that door, trying to find out why he keeps coming here." Helena cautioned. She swirled the remainder of her wine, swallowed it and waited for Simone's response. "I know he will." Simone whispered. She smiled knowingly at Helena. "That's when he can have me." Helena shook her head and stared out into the night sky. Simone turned on the heel of her white osprey slipper and glided slowly towards their bedroom. She called out as she disappeared from Helena's sight. "Aren't you coming to bed?" "I am... eventually." Helena looked at her watch. "I was thinking I'd stay up and listen to Jack Benny on the radio." "Very well, but come in here first and say goodnight to me the proper way, my love." She crooked her finger and smiled from the doorway of her bedroom. Helena smirked as she set down her empty glass and slowly got up from the sofa. "You Belong to Me" by Jo Stafford was playing softly in the background. She walked in the direction of Simone's discarded nightgown. "If you insist my love." Helena knew an invitation for a midnight snack when she heard one The End Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered Vivian flipped through his mum's mail order catalogue, turning to his favourite bit -- the lingerie section. She had asked him to choose something for his birthday, a new fishing rod perhaps, a couple of golfing irons to add to his set, or maybe even some new clothes. The catalogue provided some welcome respite from the maths homework he should have been concentrating on. The funny thing was - it was the garments in which the sexy models posed, rather than their bodies that held him spellbound. How fantastic it would be to dress in something like that. He drifted off into a salacious daydream - that of trying on several different exotic items. Wouldn't it be really great to pose in front of a full-length mirror in them? He imagined imitating the stances and poses of the lovely models. Wow! How fantastic to have that job, getting to wear all that fabulous stuff, and getting paid for it. What must it be like to put on a pair of lace or satin panties, the gorgeous sensuous feel of the material around his bottom and against his cock? The thought stirred his JT into life. Then there were the stockings and suspenders, the garter belts, and what about the wearing of a nice lacy bra, filling the cups with real breasts rather than padding. It didn't seem quite right to cheat. Yeah, he knew even girls had to pad themselves out sometimes to achieve their desired shape, but he'd read somewhere about guys (and girls) these days, if they were so inclined, could have implants in whatever size they desired. There was really nothing to it apart from having the nerve -- and of course the money - to go through with the procedure. Some guys preferred the natural route... growing one's own tits. This involved a course of hormone injections to stimulate breast growth in the male gender. The results for some were quite astounding, achieving wonderfully natural-looking boobies, and for some an added enjoyment - and source of stimulation - the actual budding, the sprouting of little titties, watching them grow, and their continued monitoring into maturity and fruition, pubescent buds to full-blown milky bazookas was mind-blowing. Ultimately - he thought to himself - the thrill was watching oneself developing into an attractive young lady -- plus... the added bonus of being able to tit oneself up occasionally, surely a fairly pleasant pastime in itself - kneading and squeezing and then teasing the nipples until they became hard and pointy. Oh boy, the very mouth-watering thought of it... Vivian was fully hard now and a tad uncomfortable. To relieve some of the pressure he undid his fly and gave his burgeoning erection some air and much-needed liberty while he browsed the sexy pictures. He absent-mindedly stroked himself while reading. It was very pleasant. He'd just have to keep an ear out for the sound of his mother coming through from the kitchen. God, what if she caught him in this state of impropriety? Would she mistakenly assume that he was in the middle of a good old wank? And yet... would that presumptuous assumption be so far removed from the truth? He must have been miles away because the next thing his mother was coming into the lounge, through the door and he had no time to zip up. In one quick, but awkward movement he'd covered himself with the glossy catalogue and hoped for the best. It was rather conspicuously open at the exotic ranges of underwear -- crotchless panties, corsets, basques, girdles, garters, fishnet stockings... He felt his face become hot very quickly. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. His mother was an attractive woman; indeed, when she made the effort now and again she still looked pretty and at least ten years younger than her actual age. She cut a nice figure - good high tits and shapely bottom, the couple of extra chocolate pounds on the hips you could forgive. Everybody had a weakness. Many of Vivian's mates had compared notes about their individual erotic fantasies involving his mum, Mrs Richardson. Of course, they never let on to Richardson junior. "Have you found anything you like, Vivian?" said Mum, taking a seat beside him on the sofa. Vivian knew his face must look like a traffic light on red at that moment. He felt flustered and had not even turned the page to something more appropriate -- like sportswear, sports equipment or menswear. "What's this? Does my dear little boy have a thing for ladies undies? Or are you thinking of buying something for the girlfriend you don't have yet but are thinking of acquiring?" She smiled teasingly, winked and nudged him. "I was just getting to the right pages when you came in." "Oh I see. Here, give me the catalogue... I know the section you want. We'll look together." "I can do it." Vivian shifted awkwardly. "Let me show you. You'll be here all day at this rate." "No, Mum!" Vivian's fingers tightened on the catalogue and kept it firmly pressed down on his lap. "Give me the catalogue. What's the matter... are you hiding something?" "No! Please, Mum, let me do-" And with one super-determined effort Vivian's mother snatched away the catalogue from his 'death-grip' grasp. Something sprang to attention which naturally caught her undivided attention. Vivian's hands flew to the rescue, covering the offending item as best he could. He wished he was somewhere else; far away... anywhere... anywhere away from here, away from his mother's accusing eyes. He imagined lowering himself down into a nice deep hole and somebody putting a lid over the top. "Oh, I see," said his mother. "Your mind was obviously on other things." Her eyes went from her son's frantically shielding hands, to the pretty girls in the catalogue, and back again. Vivian was speechless. Why didn't she just go out of the room so he was able to salvage at least some dignity? But she didn't go anywhere; she just sat there prolonging his discomfort, tormenting him it seemed. "So this turns you on, does it? Girls in sexy underwear?" She tapped the page and then turned to the next page which had girls modelling even more exciting and revealing items. She held the catalogue up for him to see. "Which of these do you like best?" Vivian looked away, squirming in his seat, wishing his erection would soften. But his naughty willy had no intention of letting him off so easily; in fact he was so hard now it was positively painful. "Come on; tell Mummy which ones you like. Don't be shy." "Mum, please..!" "I've suspected for a while you know - that you were into this kind of thing. I know for instance, that you go through my underwear drawer from time to time. I don't mind too much. In fact I'm quite flattered if anything, that you should want to play with my knickers. Do you ever try them on?" Vivian shook his head in a shameful lie. He felt humiliated, but there was something thrilling about it too. It was as if he was being held prisoner but in a consensual, agreeable way, as if his cock would not allow him his freedom and dignity on the one hand, and on the other, the sceptre of his mother's knowledge about his fetish paralysed him, kept him in his seat. The fact that she was fully aware of his present state of decorum (or rather - lack of it) only amplified his shame... and thus his enjoyment. "All right, Vivian... I know how desperate your urge is. The lure of ladies underwear and the femininity it represents is a powerful force to some. She is a demanding mistress once she gets her long, sharp fingernails into you. It is pointless trying to fight it, believe me. It is better to embrace something you have no hope of defeating. "I went through the same thing with your father when he was still around and I found it far easier going along with his desires and encouraging them rather than forcing him into denial. And so I'll make it easy for you too. Here's what we'll do..." Mrs Richardson angled her legs and turned towards her son, her skirt riding up to reveal an extra inch or two of sleek black stockinged thigh. Her knee bumped his leg. He could smell her warmth and perfume. "You're going to think I'm terrible, but... " She smiled, folding down the corners of the page absent-mindedly. "I'd like to watch you do something..." She blinked and blushed. "You know..." Vivian was confused. What was she getting to? "Watch me what?" he said. There was buzzing and ringing in his ears. "Don't make me spell it out." He stared at his mother's nice breasts, the shadowy beginning of her cleavage visible in the 'V' of her skimpy black top. He wondered if she might be wearing a favourite item of his underneath -- the lacy black bra he sometimes held to his nose, breathing the feminine odour of his mother while he played with himself. If she was wearing it now, how sexy it would be to slip his cock between her bunched titties, to feel the light graze of lace against his stretched foreskin. The sound of her voice brought him back to reality... "I'd like to see you do it... see how much lovely spunk you make now you're a big little boy. There, I've said it now. Are you shocked? If you do that for me I will treat you to a nice set of women's underwear of your choosing for your 16th birthday. Perhaps you'd even like to model them for me? What do you think, Vivian?" Vivian's heart raced with confused anticipation. Did his mother really mean all that she was saying? Yes indeed... what does Vivian think? How will he react to his mum's bizarre proposition? Will he go through with it? Does he want the sexy underwear bad enough to cross this particular taboo with his hot mum... and could he then ever live it down? * If anybody is interested in knowing more about Vivian's adventure please let me know.