Under a Witch’s Spell Ch. 4 by slick98
Discover the tantalizing twists in 'Under a Witch's Spell Ch. 4' by slick98. Dive into an erotic tale filled with seductive magic, passion, and enchanting encounters. Unleash your desires as secrets unfold in this captivating sex story. Read now for a spellbinding experience!<br/>
Is the end in sight or will Lily be subjected to Bob’s ineptitude again? Would Lily lose the virginity of her last hole? , As Olivia and I parted ways, I figured I would slip back to my hotel and sleep in. It was Saturday morning and I figured my opportunity to finish my mission wouldn’t come until the partiers were out later that evening.
Being close to closing time for the bars, there would likely be many people in the lobby so I could avoid being noticed by Bob if he was working. I had both jars that Olivia gave me, having adequately proven their effectiveness and while I didn’t relish the thought of a guy sodomizing me, I was glad I was down to my last hurdle with three days remaining. It wasn’t my lucky day as Bob spotted me.
He obviously didn’t have a life since he was always at the hotel.
He caught me before I could make it to the elevators and said, “I’ve been waiting for your call, I really have a lot to delivery, if you know what I mean. I certainly wouldn’t want to have to make a call ‘cause you’re dodging me,” and he chuckles. I had to think quickly so I said, “Not dodging you, I’ve just been out visiting with friends.
Maybe I can order something when I wake up.” Then to set his mind into overload, I leaned into him and whispered, “Have you ever done anal? I’ve got an itch and maybe you can scratch it,” and I squeeze his crotch. Obviously caught off guard, Bob stutters, “I’ll try anything once,” which indicated to me he was an anal virgin.
Making it to my room, I jump in the shower before heading to bed.
As I cleaned up and went to bed, I marveled at the transition to a complete submissive I had just taken. It was a side of me I never imagined. Of course, I never imagined myself as a girl either. Not surprisingly, I slept until mid-afternoon. I was hungry and knew ordering room service would put me face to face with the inept lover I had sought to avoid. Having not been successful, I decided to take a different approach and set his ass up.
I ordered a big meal with the works, as well as a bottle of wine. If my plan worked, he would be paying for it for several weeks.
A few minutes before it was to be delivered, I stripped down to just panties and slipped on a bathrobe. As a bit of insurance, I dabbed a little desensitizer on my asshole. If things worked as I suspected, it would be totally unnecessary, but when dealing with a pervert, you can’t be too cautious. I set the bottle of lubricant on the side table for easy access.
Promptly at 3 there was a knock on the door. As I opened it, Bob pushed the cart in grinning like the cat that ate the canary. The bulge in his pants was an indication that he had been thinking about it since I planted the seed. His impatience showed as he pushed the cart to the table and blurted out, “C’mon let’s do it. I am so horny for your ass.” I said, “Whoa, let’s at least have a glass of wine and set the mood.
Something like this can’t be rushed, and I let the robe fall open slightly so that Bob can see my panties. Bob looked at me completely befuddled and said, “Oh, Okay,” and starts fumbling with opening the wine. I smiled as it was apparent that he was as inept with alcohol as he was with sex. After he poured two glasses, I suggested we sit on the couch and enjoy them. I sat in such a manner that he could glimpse at my boobs through the gap in the robe.
His erection seemed to become more pronounced as we sipped and chatted. I poured us each another half glass as I could see the frustration building on his face. I didn’t want to push my luck to the point that he took charge so I set my hand on his leg, rubbing his thigh to increase his excitement and began to explain slowly and seductively how this was to work. I said, “Now anal sex must be started slowly. You can’t just force your cock in or it won’t be enjoyable.
What we can do is get naked and get on the bed. To insure easy penetration, I’m gonna put some lubricant on your nice hard cock. I have to coat it from top to bottom if you want to put it all the way into my hot, tight ass. Once it’s ready, I will straddle you lap and guide it in. Since my ass is a little small, I’ll just put the head in and get use to its size. Then I’ll ever so slowly take more and more until I have it all.
If you’re okay with it inside, then I’ll start twerking my ass and milk you.”
BOB: “But I thought anal was done doggie-style.”
LILY: “We can switch to that after a few minutes. Once I’m use to your size, you can turn me over and guide that stiff cock deep into me and watch it sliding in and out of my backdoor.”
My plan was working to the tee.
I could see a fuzziness in his actions as the wine impacted him and the small wet spot on his pants belied the emittance of pre-cum from his erection. I stand taking him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom. As he wrestles to strip off his clothes, I seductively slide the bathrobe off and lie down on the bed.
BOB: “What about your panties?”
LILY: “In time.
I want you to relish the thought of my nice tight ass still hidden,” and I roll onto my tummy, slapping my ass cheek.
Shedding his underwear, Bob climbs onto the bed, his cock bouncing wildly in the air, the tip glistening from arousal. As he laid next to me, I retrieved the bottle of lube. As I grasp his cock in my left hand and began to drizzle a small amount on the head, I said, “You’ll feel a slight warming sensation. That’s to be expected.
Now just relax and get ready to enjoy.” I glided my left hand over the tip capturing some of the lube and began spreading it on the shaft. Dripping sufficient emollient onto his shaft my hand deftly slid up and down several times, increasing how tightly I squeezed each time. Suddenly I hear, “Oh shit. Stop. Stop.” As I look up at Bob’s face, it is slightly contorted.
I can feel his cock twitch as I stroke up the shaft again and as he tries to pull away, his cum starts oozing out the tip and down across my fingers and his shaft. Acting surprised, I said, “Oh shit, you were supposed to wait until you were inside me.” My hand continued squeezing his cock as I stroked another time and more of his jism trickled out.
Putting him on the defensive: “Now what are we to do?” You weren’t supposed to cum.
What happened?”
Bob stammering, “I don’t know, it just happened. Your hand felt so good with the lube, it just started cumming.”
As his cock rapidly deflated, I was confident he wasn’t going to get back up anytime soon.
Keeping him from gaining composure I continue, “Well shit. Why didn’t you warn me? Now look at the sheets, you better get a maid to come change them. I can’t sleep in a wet spot.
You had your fun, what about me?”
BOB: “Maybe we can do it later.”
LILY: “I don’t know. You must have wanted it awful bad. We’ll have to see when the next chance will be.”
Bob regaining a small measure of swagger, “We will do it again. And next time, I’ll apply the lube to insure you don’t make me cum.”
LILY: “I didn’t make you cum.
I only stroked it a couple times.”