Former Employee and witch Sharon McLuster finds herself lusting after her former employer, Mr. Arcutus Scone. He tries to accomodate her and at first she refuses. Then she finds out that if she doesn't ease her need for him, her life is going to be hell
Fucking Mr. Scone
Forced down to her knees, the blindfold was suddenly pulled off of Sharon’s face. The frightened witch looked up into the hard black eyes of her former employer, Arcutus Scone.
“Surprise,” he purred.
“Mr. Scone,” the witch breathed, her heart in her throat.
Sharon looked around. They were in a small stone room with no apparent exit. There was a huge four-poster bed draped in black bedding and nothing else. She looked up at the wizard.
“No need to ask why you are here, Miss McLuster. For my pleasure and your fulfillment,” the wizard said silkily, “I caught you in compromising positions with Mr. Johnson three times during your last year at Spells Unlimited. Once behind the the palettes, once in the break room, and once in the employee shower room. So you are no shy virgin, witch.”
“You have no right to do this,” Sharon said, “this is rape, Mr. Scone. Rape.”
The wizard looked at the witch consideringly.
“Miss McLuster. When I discovered you with Mr. Johnson, I didn’t immediately stop your ‘engagement.’ I looked into your mind, to see how you were enjoying him. Imagine my surprise when I saw myself fucking you. You were fantasizing about me while fucking him,” the wizard said with a smirk. “And all three times your mind was focused on me.”
Sharon colored. She’d been busted.
The wizard continued.
“You never had the nerve to approach me and tell me that you wanted me. I was…shall we say…intrigued by the thought. In fact, I waited to see what you would do. But you showed extraordinary cowardice. Then you took another job and left me unfulfilled. You see, I would love to fuck a young and brilliant witch such as you. You are a pretty witch, small and curvaceous like I like. And I know you desire me…and how you desire me. You want to be manhandled. Mr. Johnson wasn’t able to give you what you needed. I’ve been watching you, Miss McLuster. I know you’ve broken it off with the wizard. You haven’t been with any man in months. Are you horny, witch?” the wizard asked her. “Do you want your fantasy fulfilled? Do you want your bastard of a former employer to give you what you need?”
“This…is…rape,” Sharon breathed, her belly tight.
Yes, she did have a thing for the wizard. She wanted to be dominated by him, but this wasn’t the right way for him to go about it. Suddenly, the wizard caught her by the arm. Then they were standing in an alley.
The wizard released Sharon's arm, his dark eyes glittering down at her.
“You can go, Miss McLuster. Your opportunity is past. I took you this way because I believed it would play into your fantasies about me. I had no intentions of forcing myself on you…though there would have been some force if you had accepted me. I think you would have welcomed it, witch. Now, we’ll never know will we? Goodbye, Miss McLuster,” the wizard said, disappearing.
Sharon stood there, staring at the empty spot the wizard had just occupied. Despite her protestations, she had a terrible ache between her thighs. She hadn’t known he would release her like this. It seemed as if he had intended to just take her despite her protestations. Rape meant prison however. She doubted he wanted to go to prison, no matter how much he wanted to fuck her.
Sharon magically transported from the alley to her apartment. Normally she would have gone to a public travel point. There were heavy penalties for free form travel. But in an area like this, those penalties were rarely enforced.
Sharon sat down in an armchair and stared into the fire. She had been walking down the boulevard when a hand reached out and yanked her into a recess. Her mouth was covered, then she heard a spell whispered. A blindfold was yanked down over her head, then the next thing she knew, she was transported someplace else and forced to her knees.
“Damn,” she breathed. “I should have gone along with it. I bet he would have been amazing. Well, I blew it.”
That night she had a very erotic dream of Mr. Scone fucking her from behind, one pale fist wrapped tightly in her hair, and the other pale hand slapping her buttocks as he rammed into her over and over, his head thrown back and his face contorted with pleasure. She orgasmed in her sleep and woke.
“Oh damn,” she breathed, the back of her nightgown soaked from her release.
Why hadn’t she let the wizard fuck her?
Because she was an idiot, that’s why. Mr. Scone would have given her the best sex of her life…not that she had been with anyone but John, but still…just his touch would probably make her come. She wanted him just that badly. The idea of the wizard looking down at her with those cold, dark eyes, his lips curled into a lascivious sneer as he fucked her just made her want to melt into a puddle.
With that nose, she bet his cock was huge.
“Damn it,” Sharon cursed again, reaching for her wand on the nightstand and scourgifying herself and her bed. She flopped back down in it, drawing the covers over her.
“Well, it’s too late now,” she said, rolling over and trying to sleep. It took quite a while.
After two weeks a very exhausted Sharon McLuster stared at herself in the mirror. She had little bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and she had to use a stimulus potion every morning before she went to her entry level job at the university. After a year, the university would pay for courses so she could become a Spells Mistress. But she had been giving a poor showing the past couple of weeks, making senseless errors. She had been called into the supervisor’s office twice about her carelessness. She told him she was distracted.
“Well, you’d better get back on track, Sharon. You know this position is very competitive. You can be replaced and will be if you make another error,” the wizard told her.
“Sharon,” she said to her reflection. “You’ve got to get it together…and there’s only one way to do that. You’re going to have to go and see Mr. Scone and get him to finish what he started or you’ll never get a decent night’s sleep again.”
Sharon had a feeling that this was going to be quite the ordeal. Mr. Scone was not the sweetest wizard in the world. Once he saw how horny she was, more than likely he was going to give her a hard time before he gave her a hard time. He’d probably bring up the “missed opportunity” line again.
Was she willing to jump through hoops to get in the wizard’s bed?
After the past two weeks? Hell yes.
Arcutus was in his office late, going over paperwork. As usual the information garnered was deplorable. It was about eight o’clock and he was tired. The wizard put down his quill, sat back in his swivel chair and rubbed his eyes. Enough torture. He was going to have a whiskey and head for home. The wizard was just about to stand up when there was a knock on the door. He scowled. Who could that be this late in the evening?
“Come in,” he practically snarled.
Slowly the door opened, and Sharon McLuster walked in, looking decidedly uncomfortable.
Well, well now.
“Miss McLuster. What brings you to my office at this late hour?” the wizard said, his dark eyes sweeping over the witch. He knew what brought her.
He did. It certainly took the witch long enough.
“I…I needed to see you, Mr. Scone,” Sharon said in a small voice, taking a seat in the rickety wooden chair the wizard provided for visitors.
Arcutus arched an eyebrow at her. This was going to be rather fun.
“What could you possibly want to see me about? You are no longer a employee here, Miss McLuster,” he said, fighting back a lascivious smirk. He could tell the witch wanted him; just by the way she wouldn’t meet his eyes. She was torn, and he liked it. Very much.
“It’s a…a personal matter,” Sharon replied, trying to figure out just how she was going to tell the dark wizard she wanted to be fucked by him.
Arcutus sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest.
“A personal matter? Do tell, Miss McLuster,” he purred at her.
Sharon colored. Damn.
“Well, since our last…um…meeting, I haven’t been able to sleep very well…and…and my work’s been suffering at school…and…” she began.
“It sounds like you need to visit an apothecary rather than me, Miss McLuster. What can I possibly do about your lack of sleep and problems at school?” he said, his dark eyes glinting at the witch.
Sharon began to twist her hands together nervously.
“Well you are the reason I can’t sleep and am distracted,” she said, her voice cracking a bit.
“And why is that?” he asked her, cocking his head.
“Because I keep dreaming about you,” the witch confessed, feeling a bit nauseous now.
“Having nightmares about my ill treatment of you at Spells Unlimited?” he asked.
Sharon felt a bit angry now. She was sure the wizard knew what kind of dreams she was having. He wasn’t making this easy at all.
Arcutus smirked openly now.
“No. Dreams of a more…erotic nature,” Sharon said, blinking rapidly, her stomach flipping over at telling the usually cold Mr. Scone this.
Arcutus leveled his eyes on her again. She was wearing blue robes and her hair curled softly around her shoulders. She had a small mouth with full lips. He felt a throb as he imagined those lips stretched around his glistening cock.
“So, what would you have me do about that, witch?” he asked her, his voice taking on a sensual, silky timbre that went straight to Sharon’s thighs.
“Help me make the dreams go away so I can sleep and function normally again,” Sharon replied.
Arcutus considered her.
“That’s not the answer I’m looking for. I want an answer that’s more…honest,” he said to the witch.
Sharon tried again.
“I want you to give me another opportunity,” she said.
Arcutus shook his head.
“More direct,” he said softly, feeling an erection coming on.
Sharon looked at the wizard. Damn, he was going to make her say it straight out.
“All right. All right,” the witch said, her voice breaking. “I want to be fucked by you, Mr. Scone.”
Arcutus felt a powerful throb at Sharon’s admission, but he hid his reaction.
“You and several other hot little witches I know,” he replied. “However, the others do not interest me. You do.”
Sharon felt a delicious shudder as the wizard expressed his desire for her. Then he scowled slightly.
But, you turned me down once. How do I know you won’t do it again, Miss McLuster? Cold feet and all that.”
Sharon stared at him. The answer should be obvious.
“You should know because I came here to you,” she replied, a bit of irritation in her voice. “Because I’ve given in to my desire.”
”You haven’t yet, witch,” he replied silkily. “I think…I think I would like a bit of proof you are willing to engage me this time.”
Sharon’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted proof? What kind of proof?
”What kind of proof?” she asked. Damn, did he want to fuck her right here…or a blow job? She felt a little wetness trickle down her thighs.
“Don’t worry Miss McLuster. I don’t plan to have you perform anything sexual for me. Well at least not anything that requires your touching me. However, I would like to see your breasts. Show them to me,” the wizard said, his eyes narrowing somewhat.
“My breasts?” she repeated slowly.
“Is there an echo in here? Either show me your breasts witch, or get out. I don’t have the time or inclination to play games with you,” Arcutus said severely. He was rock hard now.
Sharon felt a bit of excitement as the wizard made demands of her. What would he be like behind closed doors when he had her at his mercy?
Hopefully not very merciful. She wanted him demanding and a bit…sadistic.
Slowly she began to unbutton her robes, the wizard’s dark eyes watching as she opened fastener after fastener. She wore a t-shirt underneath…and jeans. She opened her robes. Arcutus’ eyes washed over her large breasts. For a petite woman she had ample curves. He hoped her nipples were dark. He liked dark nipples rather than pink ones.
“Can I just pull up my shirt and bra?” she asked him.
The wizard made a sound of assent in the back of his throat. Arcutus was leaning forward now, his hands resting on his desk, staring at the witch. The look on his face was one of lust and expectancy. Sharon loved the way he was looking at her. He was showing emotion…something she had never witnessed before. He wouldn’t be completely cold when he fucked her…she could tell.
Sharon pulled up her shirt and bra, letting her breasts drop into view. The wizard drew in a sharp breath as he eyed their fullness and dark nipples, which were hardening.
“Very nice, Miss McLuster,” he said, the silk in his voice a bit raw. “Now, caress them for me. Slowly.”
Extremely turned on, Sharon did as the wizard asked, slowly sliding her hands over her own curves as if caressing two full melons.
“Squeeze them. Hard,” the wizard groaned, one hand reaching for the bulge beneath his robes. Sharon did so, and the wizard hissed as the full flesh ballooned through her fingers.
“Now…now tweak your nipples,” he said in a low voice, rubbing himself gently through his robes. Sharon saw his arm moving back and forth, and could only imagine what was on the other side of that desk. She did as he asked, her eyes closing and her head leaning back as she imagined it was his hands she felt on her breasts.
“Yessss,” the wizard breathed. Suddenly he stopped rubbing and grimaced. He felt like ejaculating. He closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he fought climaxing.
“Cover yourself, Miss McLuster,” he said hoarsely. “Immediately.”
Bewildered, Sharon did as he asked…pulling down her bra and stuffing her breasts into the cups, then pulling down her shirt.
“Are you covered?” the wizard asked, his eyes still closed.
“Yes,” Sharon replied, her own voice a bit husky. Damn she was so hot. If he wanted her right now, Sharon would have definitely given it up.
Arcutus opened his eyes and let out a sigh before focusing on Sharon.
“Very well. Leave me your address. I will pick you up at six this coming Friday,” he said, holding out a pen and a piece of paper.
Sharon touched his hand as she accepted the items and she felt a gush in reaction. Arcutus noticed her flushed look. The witch wanted him badly. He was sure if he drew close enough, he would smell her arousal. But he didn’t want to torment himself any more than he just had.
Sharon scrawled her address on the parchment and handed it back to him. The wizard read it, then looked up at his former student.
“I must warn you, Miss McLuster, I am no John Johnson. I am a mature wizard with strong needs and certain sexual preferences. You’d better be prepared for a very intense and thorough encounter with me,” he said.
Sharon was so turned on, she couldn’t speak. The witch stood up and shakily left the wizard’s office without a word. She was almost sure the back of her robes were soaked.
Arcutus stared at the closed door thoughtfully.
For her sake, the witch had better be prepared, and prepared well. He planned to have at her, but good.
Friday seemed to take forever to come. Sharon put on a fresh contraceptive patch and washed very thoroughly. Her belly had been in knots all day, and she almost made a grievous error at work while diagramming wand motions for a new spell. The spell had been created by the Spells Master of the department and he showed Sharon the intricate motions and she put them in a thought bowl. She still wrote “slash” when it should have been “point”. Luckily she caught it. She had one more time to make a mistake and she was out on her ass.
Well, hopefully her night with the wizard would be the cure.
The witch nervously paced back and forth in her living room as the clock slowly ticked away the minutes. At precisely six o’clock, there was a heavy knock on the door. She opened it and there stood Arcutus, his dark eyes glittering at her as he took the witch in.
Sharon had decided to wear a dress. It was a strapped white dress that fell just above her knees with a pattern of raised white flowers and fit her very well. Arcutus’ eyes roved over ever curve, and the tanned skin of her throat, shoulders and arms.
“White, Miss McLuster?” he purred at her. “False advertising…but no matter. You’ll feel like wearing red after tonight. Let us go.”
The wizard reached through the doorway and caught Sharon firmly by her arm. He held on to her possessively as she locked and warded her door.
“Why, you’re shaking, Miss McLuster,” he said silkily, “a bit afraid?”
“I…I don’t know,” Sharon said, looking into his pale face.
The wizard gave her a perfectly evil look that made Sharon’s insides clench.
“We’ll soon find out,” the wizard replied, disappearng with her.
Once again they appeared in the doorless room. The black draped four-poster bed was there, but also a chair and a small nightstand. Arcutus released the witch and sat down in the chair. Sharon stood before him self-consciously as he rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. He sat there for a full five minutes looking at the witch, who was becoming more and more nervous. Why didn’t he say anything?
The wizard sat forward in the chair.
“Let’s start out with a bit of math, shall we Miss McLuster?” the wizard said, his eyes leveled on the witch. “If my cock is three and a half inches in diameter, what is its circumference?”
Sharon’s eyes widened incredulously.
“Mr. Scone…surely your….” she began.
”Answer the question, Miss McLuster,” he said sharply.
Sharon thought and thought hard. The wizarding world had never gone metric. Hm. That would be three point five times pi….
Sharon turned several colors.
“The answer?” the wizard pressed, smirking slightly.
“That would make it almost eleven inches in girth,” the witch said, her voice cracking.
Arcutus stared at her a moment, enjoying her reaction. Then he said, “Don’t worry, Miss McLuster. My cock is not three and a half inches in diameter.”
Sharon let out a visible sigh of relief.
“It is only three inches,” he purred.
Sharon did a fast calculation. That still made him ten inches around at least. Her eyes rounded and flicked toward his loins for a moment, wondering how long it was.
“Last time I measured myself, as wizards are wont to do, I was ten inches fully erect, give or take a quarter inch or so,” the wizard said. “As I said, I am no John Johnson.”
Sharon backed up and dropped on the edge of the bed, looking dazed and disconnected. How did the man walk around with a tool like that without it getting in the way? Unless he was exaggerating. But Sharon had a feeling he wasn’t. Mr. Scone was perverse enough to give her details like that beforehand.
Arcutus gave her a couple of minutes to recover. Then he asked her, “Do you want to leave? I can understand if you want to run. Bigger witches than you have had second thoughts about engaging me. Discretion is the better part of valor, particularly in my case,” the wizard said with a silken growl.
Sharon looked at the wizard. His lank black hair just reached his shoulders, and those amazing dark eyes seemed to gaze right through her, one aristocratic eyebrow raised, his hawkish aquiline nose slightly flared and his sensuous, cruel mouth smirking slightly with challenge. Her eyes washed over his body. He was tall, but she couldn’t tell what lay under the robes, though he had a fair shoulder width. Then her eyes fell to his pale hands, the long slender fingers and rounded tips. His digits were slightly knotted at the knuckles, giving them a look of strength rather than delicacy. But the witch knew through observing him work, that those hands were meticulous and sure. How would they feel on her skin? What the wizard had told her was daunting…but she had to know what it would be like to be taken by him.
Besides, if she did run, then he would continue to haunt her dreams.
“No,” she said softly, “I don’t want to go, Mr. Scone.”
“I see. How much do you weigh, Miss McLuster?” the wizard asked her.
“What?” Sharon asked him, stunned.
“I want to know how much you weigh. You’re about five three. How much do you weigh?” he asked her again, frowning slightly.
“That is a very personal question, Mr. Scone,” she replied, affronted.
Arcutus simply stared at Sharon until the witch realized how stupid she sounded. The wizard was about to get as personal with her as possible.
“I’m sorry. I weigh 138 lbs. I’m overweight,” she said, embarrassed.
Arcutus’ eyes washed over the witch. She was perfect as far as he was concerned…but obviously she thought she should be scrawny with her ribs showing. She had ample curves…her weight was properly distributed.
“You are fine, witch. Your attributes wouldn’t be nearly as alluring if you weighed less than you do. And trust me, I have a very discerning eye when it comes to witches. I prefer those I deal with to be…fully fleshed. Skinny witches have nothing to hold on to. I imagine fucking them is very much like engaging a young boy. I wouldn’t know however. I have never touched a skinny witch,” the wizard said.
Sharon gave the wizard a small smile.
Arcutus didn’t return it of course. Instead, he stood up.
“So much for the niceties. Come over here, Miss McLuster,” the wizard commanded. “I don’t like to repeat myself.”
Sharon stood up, her legs feeling like jelly, and walked up to the wizard who looked down at her, his eyes resting on her mouth.
“After years of listening to you spout off in my boardroom, I finally have my chance to render you speechless and in a manner that will be quite satisfying. Have you ever sucked Mr. Johnson’s cock, Miss McLuster?” the wizard asked her.
“No! Of course not,” Sharon responded, “Only nasty witches do that.”
The wizard smirked as he began to unbutton his robes.
“Since you have opted to stay with me, tonight you will be a nasty witch, Miss McLuster. A very nasty witch,” he said silkily. “And I intend to be a very nasty wizard in return. What you had with Mr. Johnson wasn’t sex, witch, it was warm-ups. You’re with a man now. You will do what is expected of you.”
Sharon looked as if she were about to protest.
“I assure you, Miss McLuster…I am every bit as dark and dominating as in your fantasies. I will have what I want of you. Now take off that damn dress. Already I am losing patience with you,” the wizard said, scowling as he pulled off his robes. Sharon began to pull off her dress, then hesitated as the wizard unfastened his belt and then his pants, bending slightly to lower them around his thighs. He stood in his boxers looking at her expectantly. They were hugely tented.
“The dress witch, now!” he seethed.
Sharon quickly pulled off the dress, revealing her naked breasts and white panties. She was still in her flats.
“The shoes. Leave the panties on,” the wizard said, eyeing her breasts but making no attempt to touch them.
Sharon stepped out of her shoes and looked up at the wizard, feeling very vulnerable and exposed. She also felt a bit as if she were in danger. She should have brought her wand.
“Now, come over here, stick your hand in my boxers and pull out my cock,” the wizard ordered.
Sharon looked at the huge tent again, then up at Arcutus who now had the same domineering presence as he did in the boardroom.
“Now Miss McLuster,” he said with deceptive softness. “Don’t make me ask you again. You won’t like it.”
Sharon didn’t want to find out what he meant, so she took two steps toward him and gingerly grasped the front of the elastic waistband of his boxers, the back of her fingers grazing his pale skin. The wizard’s belly jumped at her contact and his breath quickened. She pulled it towards her, leaving a gap.
“Grab it,” Arcutus hissed at her, wanting to feel that small hand try and curl around his girth. He watched her closely for her first reaction.
Sharon reached in and grasped the wizard’s hot, hard cock. It throbbed and she gasped as she caught hold of it. It was too big to close her hand around and her eyes widened. She pulled it out, her mouth dropping open as it stretched several inches past her grip.
“Oh damn,” she breathed, her legs buckling. Arcutus quickly caught her.
“Don’t you go down hanging on to my cock for support, witch,” he breathed, a wicked grin on his face at Sharon’s reaction. He straightened her, shaking her slightly, making a face because she still had a good grip on his cock and it was shaking with her. Sharon’s hand was warm and firm around him and he throbbed.
“On second thought witch, going down is exactly what I want you to do. Get on your knees and get better acquainted,” he said, pushing Sharon downward. The witch went down easily and seemed to be in shock. She looked at the huge organ before her cross-eyed and caught a whiff of the wizard’s scent. It was actually very nice…a hint of spice and maleness. Clean.
She studied his thick pale cock. It was veiny and rather purplish around the head. The small slit in the tip was leaking slightly, a thick murky liquid forming a single, large droplet. His organ rested in a thick patch of black hair that ran up his lower belly to below his navel. The wizard had rather large balls, darker than his cock and hairless, the surface of them convoluted and seeming to writhe a bit. She had never got this close a look at John’s cock. He was too busy using it. But it was nothing, nothing like the wizard’s massive tool. With that trouser snake, he certainly was impressive.
Silently, Arcutus watched the witch examine his tool. She looked both curious and awed.
“Open your mouth,” he said in a low voice, ready to feel her hot mouth around him.
“It’s too big,” Sharon whispered, still staring at his organ. Suddenly Arcutus fisted his hand into her hair painfully.
“Your mouth can stretch. Now open,” he hissed, yanking on the witch’s curling locks.
“Owww…mmph!” Sharon cried.
The wizard had forced his cock into her mouth the moment it opened, the head completely immersed between her lips. He groaned with pleasure and pulled her head back a little bit so he could see. Damn, she looked delicious.
“How do you like your first taste of cock, witch?” he asked her. Sharon looked up at him, unable to reply. “Suck on it. Like it is a hot, hard straw you want to drink from.”
He slipped his other hand under Sharon’s chin, holding her firmly in place, groaning as the witch did her best to apply the suction he asked for.
“Ah, yessss. Yessss. Good, witch. Mmmm,” the wizard moaned, his silky voice sounding even sexier with pleasure. “You’re a natural. Now keep sucking just like that.”
Arcutus threw his head back, holding steady as Sharon’s hot mouth pulled at his flesh, tightening around his throbbing head. Slowly he began to thrust, still holding her head firmly. He pulled his cock out. It glistened with her saliva.
“Purse your lips,” he directed. Sharon did and he pushed his cock through them with a groan. “Suck.”
Sharon was so turned on by the wizard’s demanding possession of her mouth, the grip he had on her head, the urgency in his voice as he gently thrust between her lips. He knew he was too big to go too deep, but she still gave him great pleasure.
“Suck my cock. Suck it. Suck it,” the wizard gasped over and over, his eyes closed, jerking the witch’s head forward. “Mr. Johnson didn’t know what he was missing.”
Sharon listened to Arcutus’ exclamations, finding his passionate comments exciting, if dirty and crude. He really was a nasty wizard in more than personality. His thrusting began to speed up and become less gentle.
“Get ready witch,” the wizard hissed between clenched teeth.
Get ready? Oh shit!
Sharon’s eyes widened and she tried to pull back but Arcutus had a deathgrip on her head and was pumping frantically, Sharon pushing against his legs now with both hands trying to get him to release her.
“Oh no you don’t witch. Take this!” the wizard shouted as he climaxed, filling Sharon’s mouth with hot come, straining into her mouth. The witch gagged and his fluids dribbled around the side of his cock, running down her chin and dripping on to her breasts.
“Swallow, damn you!” Arcutus cursed mid-groan, shaking her head.
Sharon made a few half-hearted gulps but lost most of it. It was her first time after all and she hadn’t intended on swallowing anything.
Finally Arcutus stopped coming and his grip on her head loosened. Then he let her go all together, dropping back into the chair, his organ deflating. He looked at the witch, still on her knees, his seed dripping off her chin and down between her breasts, Sharon wiping at it with her hands, come all over them too.
What a mess she was. A very hot and sexy mess.
The wizard leaned back, closed his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.
It was a very good start.
Sharon looked down at herself, making a face. Damn, she was covered in the wizard’s come. She looked up at the wizard, who was leaning back in the wooden chair, his eyes closed and a distinct look of satisfaction on his face. His boxers were still around his thighs, and his flaccid organ was draped between his legs, hanging over the edge of the seat.
“Um…excuse me…can you do something about this? I don’t have my wand and there’s no bathroom here,” the witch said, holding up her hands gingerly. Arcutus’ dark eyes opened and rested on her a moment, then he lazily flicked his hand toward her. She was cleansed instantly. Sharon stared at the wizard, who closed his eyes again.
“You can do magic without a wand,” she said in awe
“No useless wands here, on either end,” Arcutus purred smirking a bit.
“But you use a wand all the time,” Sharon continued.
Arcutus opened his eyes and looked at the witch.
“I hide my abilities, Miss McLuster” the wizard said, his eyes washing over Sharon as she remained on her knees. He liked the fact she hadn’t risen yet. “It gives me an advantage.”
“Advantage?” Sharon repeated.
“Yes,” the wizard said shortly. Then he scowled. “The business of magic is quite competitive. Being able to do it without a wand is a plus.”
”But dishonest,” Sharon responded.
Arcutus’ brow furrowed as he looked at the witch.
”Honesty doesn’t matter. I use whatever I have to advance my business and my cause, just like everyone else,“ he said to her evenly. “It makes me quite successful. I am able to influence potential investors around to my way of thinking”
”It’s a cheat,” Sharon hissed. “Unconscionable. Using your abilities like that is no more than stealing.”
Arcutus’ eyes darkened as the witch looked at him mutinously.
“Did you just call me a thief?” he asked Sharon his face contorting with displeasure.
“No…I just meant…” she began as Arcutus bent and began to remove his boots and socks.
“I know what you meant,” he snapped, “Exactly what you meant, Miss McLuster.”
Sharon watched as the wizard tucked his socks into his boots, then stood up, his cock reaching halfway down his thigh. The wizard removed his shirt, and Sharon bit her lip to keep from gasping at his lean, muscular frame. He had strong shoulders, a well defined chest and rippled abdomen. The wizard’s arms were tightly corded and he had little scars on his sides. But they did nothing to dampen the effect.
The wizard bent and drew down his boxers and pants, stepping out of them. He was completely naked now and looked down on the witch, who stared at him, her mouth slightly slack. Sharon’s thighs were getting slicker by the moment as she looked on that delicious body. Damn, who would have thought that was what was hiding beneath his robes?
“I’m a bit more than you expected,” Arcutus said to her silkily. “I can smell you. I suspect your pussy just sprung a leak, Miss McLuster.”
Sharon didn’t say anything. She just looked at the naked wizard, her eyes rather glassy. Damn, he was still soft.
Evidently the wizard intended to do something about that and sat back down in the wooden chair.
“Take off your panties and come over here,” he commanded.
Her belly aflutter, Sharon stood up, removed her panties and walked over to Arcutus, whose eyes rested on her full breasts.
Straddle me and sit down,” the wizard said, his eyes never leaving the witch’s full globes as she did as he asked. Immediately the wizard wrapped his arms around her waist. He looked at her.
“You never imagined you’d that you would one day come crawling to me, craving my cock, did you, Miss McLuster?” the wizard said to her, his dark eyes a bit malicious,” Or end up sucking said cock and drinking my come.”
Sharon closed her eyes, her stomach flip flopping as the wizard continued to cruelly mock her, his pale arms holding her securely. Damn he was so cruel. So deliciously cruel.
“Now you’re naked and gap-legged on my lap wondering when I’m going to fuck you with this big tool of mine, aren’t you witch? I know you are. You are soaking my thighs with your juices. I smell like pussy,” he purred, sniffing long and hard.
“Open you eyes!” he suddenly hissed, tightening his grip on Sharon.
Sharon opened her eyes slowly and met his dark ones. They were almost nose to nose.
“That’s right. You look at me when I talk to you witch. You can’t hide from this reality by closing your eyes. I’m going to fuck you. Fuck you, Miss McLuster. Stick my cock in you over and over just like you fantasized about when Mr. Johnson was using his boy-toy on you. I guarantee you will not be dreaming of Mr. Johnson when I’m drilling a new hole in you,” he said with a growl.
Sharon suddenly shuddered in the wizard’s arms. Damn, she wanted him. She fought to keep from squirming.
“Look at you, Miss McLuster,” Arcutus sneered at the witch, “I could talk you into an orgasm. Your pussy walls are most likely clapping together with need right now. Are they? Do you want me to shove my ten inches into your tight little hole right now, Miss McLuster?” the wizard asked beginning to caress her back and buttocks with his large, pale hands. The witch’s skin was soft and hot.
Sharon let out a moan as the wizard’s hands moved over her flesh. They were a man’s hands, slightly roughened and inquisitive, squeezing her skin lightly as they moved. Suddenly the wizard gripped both her butt cheeks hard. She cried out.
Arcutus’ felt his cock throb as he sat there with both hands full of Sharon’s ass, the witch staring at him, her lower lip trembling slightly.
“You think I’ve got a hold on you now, witch…wait until I fuck you,” he said softly, sliding his hands back up her back slowly and wrapping one strong arm around Sharon’s lower back, “I’m going to leave handprints on your body. Now lean back and let me have a taste of your more than adequate breasts.”
Sharon obliged the wizard, leaning back over his strong arm as he grasped one of her breasts roughly, squeezing and fondling it, flicking his thumb over the nipple until it was a tight peak, staring at the witch as he did so, drinking in her reaction. Sharon’s head was flung back and she was gasping in pleasure as Arcutus felt her up. He wasn’t gentle and she loved it.
The wizard began to lick around her other breast, his head rolling sensuously as he did so, long languid caresses with his tongue, circling it, moving closer to the tight nipple, then moving back, causing Sharon to hiss as he teased her. Then the wizard began to suck on her flesh, leaving little red suction marks that didn’t fade all over her smooth skin, Sharon groaning, her arms hanging limply.
She didn’t dare touch the wizard. She didn’t know if he wanted her to. Oh, but his mouth felt exquisite, moving from one breast to the other hungrily, the wizard leaving his mark as he enjoyed her fullness, licking, sucking and biting lightly, Sharon’s body undulating in his lap. His cock was swelling steadily and his legs were soaked. The scent of the witch’s arousal filled the room and the wizard breathed it in. Suddenly he lifted his head.
“You wanton little witch,” he breathed at Sharon, who was writhing over his arm. The wizard shifted her so she sat crossways in his lap and thrust his hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy, coating his hand in her juices. Sharon moaned and widened her legs.
“Nasty witch,” Arcutus hissed as he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it clean before returning it between her thighs, playing with her clit now, catching it between his thumb and forefinger, yanking it lightly. Sharon squealed.
“Kiss me…taste your pussy's flavor,” he demanded.
Sharon hesitated, hot as she was…she didn’t want to taste her own pussy.
Arcutus pulled his wet hand from between her legs, caught hold of her hair and forced her to turn her head, claiming her mouth hungrily, thrusting his tongue deep inside her heat, sharing both his lust and her flavor.
Sharon tasted her own fluids…they were musky…almost sweet…clean. Not at all what she expected, and the wizard’s kiss…damn, it was overpowering. Arcutus released her hair and continued kissing her snaking his hand back down to her core and inserting a finger inside the witch.
“Oh damn!” Sharon cried against his mouth as Arcutus began to finger fuck her, his knuckle hitting her clit lightly, Sharon moaning and crying out his title as he slipped another finger inside her, thrusting and twisting his digits inside her soft core. His hand was absolutely dripping.
Arcutus pulled back from the witch’s mouth and watched her arch, panting and moaning, fucking his fingers back. Damn…what was he doing to her? This felt better than John fucking her.
”You like getting finger fucked,” he said, his face contorting, “Like to feel my fingers knuckle deep in your tight little twat. Give me a reward…come witch. Come for me and I’ll fuck you.”
Arcutus slipped a third finger inside Sharon and sped up his thrusting, the witch bucking over his lap as he held her securely with his other arm.
“So this is what you look like when getting fucked, Miss McLuster,” he breathed as the witch licked her lips and slung her head back and forth as the wizard continued his three-fingered assault on her pussy. “And this is just my fingers, witch…wait until I shove my cock inside you. Circumference counts as much as length. You’re going to be quite full.”
“Oh Mr…Mr.…Scoooone!” the witch screamed, climaxing, gushing all over the wizard’s hand. He hissed as her hot fluids filled his palm and spilled over.
“You’re a veritable wellspring of come, Miss McLuster,” the wizard said softly, withdrawing his soaked hand and bringing it to his mouth, consuming her sweetness as she writhed with pleasure in his lap, oblivious to anything except her own pleasure. As he licked his hand clean, Arcutus’ dark eyes rested on the witch, thinking she was the sexiest woman he had run across in a long, long time. And he was going to be the first real man to fuck her. John was little more than a boy.
John Johnson had lucked up. Sharon was hormonal and lonely when she consented to having sex with him. No one else seemed to have much interest in her. She wasn’t adept at talking to wizards. But she was used to talking to John due to her long association with him at work, idiot that he was most of the time.
John’s sexual technique left much to be desired, yet he was very enthusiastic, and felt very good…but Sharon always felt something was missing. There was…and the Mr. Scone had just given it to her.
Sharon lay on the wizard’s lap, spent and shuddering, her amber eyes looking up at him with wonder.
“I never felt anything like that before,” she gasped at the wizard, who arched an eyebrow at her.
“Don’t tell me Mr. Johnson never pulled such a reaction from you those times I didn’t managed to throw water on you like copulating pups?” the wizard said silkily.
Sharon didn’t care how he worded what she and John did together. He had just given her something…damn…something beautiful. He could say what he wanted as long as he continued to do it.
“Never,” she gasped, “that felt incredible.”
The wizard looked at her, his nostrils flaring. He reached down and grasped his cock, then slapped her pussy with it sideways several times the witch crying out and jerking at the contact.
“This is what is going to feel incredible,” he breathed, standing up with the witch and walking to the four-poster.
Arcutus threw her into the bed. Sharon bounced on the black bedding, her eyes wide with shock as she looked up at the wizard. His cock was enormously swollen…it looked even bigger than when she blew him.
“Now you’re going to find out what it means to be fucked, Miss McLuster,” he purred, slowly climbing into the bed, moving like a big cat stalking its prey. He straddled Sharon’s body, his long cock stretched out across her belly almost reaching her breasts as he sat on her, looking down.
“So petite and curvaceous,” he said, smoothing his hands over the witch’s breasts, then slapping them lightly, watching them jiggle as the witch gasped. Her breasts were covered with small hickeys purposely left by the wizard. He normally didn’t mark witches, but Sharon was a special case.
From the first time Arcutus saw Sharon's flushed, panting face when he caught her and John together, he had wanted to fuck jer himself, even before he saw her fantasy about him. The wizard had some real knowledge to impart to the witch now that he knew she was actively exploring her sexuality. That was why he hadn't fired her despite the number of times he'd caught her engaging Mr. Johnson.
It seemed Sharon wasn’t the only one who had dreams.
Sharon looked up at her former employer as he straddled her, playing with her breasts, the look on his pale face hungry as his dark eyes shifted to meet hers. He grasped both her full mounds and squeezed, his eyes never leaving her face as she gasped.
“I’ve spent seven years overseeing your work, Miss McLuster,” he breathed down at her, “Seven years sharing my knowledge and watching you absorb it, devour it. You were my best employee. But I had rules I had to stick to as your employer, boundries I couldn’t cross. I couldn’t touch you. Given the freedom I would have given you much more knowledge, carnal knowledge. At times it frustrated me, because I was unable to give you the depth and breadth of what I wanted to give you. My cock.
He caressed her breasts again, Sharon moaning as she looked up at him. His eyes turned dark.
“Then, I caught you with Mr. Johnson. Johnson. That…that…clown,” the wizard said, his nostrils flaring. “You were far out of his league, but still you accepted him, knowing he was less than you deserved or wanted, Miss McLuster. I couldn’t believe it was him behind you, pumping into you. I was more than disappointed. I was angry, angry you gave yourself to someone unworthy of you…led by your hormones like some bitch in heat. But a wet pussy has no logic, does it, Miss McLuster? If it did, you wouldn’t be here with me.”
The wizard leaned forward, resting his pale hands on either side of her head and slowly sliding his knees down the bed, lowering himself to her body, trapping his cock between them. He searched her face.
“I bet Mr. Johnson convinced you to fuck him by telling you he always thought you were special, and that he wanted to be closer to you…I bet Miss McLuster…he even told you he loved you,” the wizard said with a sneer.
“Yes,” Sharon said softly, “He did.”
Arcutus made a disparaging sound and looked at her with disgust.
“You do know you weren’t the only witch I caught Mr. Johnson with, don’t you? The wizard was laying wand to several other witches whose combined brain power couldn’t light a candle. Did you know that, Miss McLuster?” he asked her silkily, suspecting she didn’t.
Sharon’s eyes began to glisten. She hadn’t known.
”He took them to the same nooks and crannies he took you. You were nothing special to him. Just more pussy. He was probably quite proud of himself too…pulling the robes over your eyes,” the wizard purred at her.
Sharon didn’t answer.
“You were never more than a cockhole to Mr. Johnson, Miss McLuster. He used you,” the wizard whispered. “You gave him your body, and it didn’t matter a bit. He never loved you.”
Now tears began to fall from the witch’s eyes. Arcutus flicked his tongue and caught them.
“Are you heartbroken? Angry? Do you have murder in your heart? Or will you just snivel and cry witch?” the wizard whispered as he looked into her pain-filled face.
“You’re so cruel,” she whispered, blinking up at him.
“Yes I am cruel. But I am honest. I want to fuck you and it has nothing to do with love, Miss McLuster. I will be an honest fuck. I tell you this because I want you to realize it. Mr. Johnson was nothing. Nothing but a wizard collecting all the pussy he could out of Spells Unlimited before he moved to greener pastures. Je abandoned you and moved on, didn’t he?”
Sharon didn’t answer again, but John had ended it, saying he had too much to do and couldn’t maintain a relationship with her, but…it had been great. She hadn’t seen him in months.
“Still, you were unfaithful in your own way, witch. Fucking him and fantasizing about me…if Mr. Johnson had loved you, it would have been a one-sided love. He was simply convenient. You may not have been fucking all the wizards at Spells Unlimited, but you might as well have been as little as you were invested in Mr. Johnson. He was nothing but a comfortable stud service for you. He might have well been one big cock for all you cared about him. You just wanted to be fucked,” the wizard hissed.
“No…no, I wanted more than that,” the witch protested weakly.
“You just wanted to be fucked,” the wizard reiterated. “You wanted to be fucked…just as you do now.”
“No…” Sharon said, closing her eyes against the wizard.
The wizard’s face contorted.
“Enough foreplay,” he hissed, “It’s time to take the pussy you want to give to me so badly. Spread your legs, witch. Cock them wide. I want your pussy to say ‘ah’ for your former boss.”
Arcutus pushed himself up on his knees between Sharon’s legs as the witch spread them for him. He looked down at her little pink twat, stroking the monster he was going to impale her with.
“Wider!” he hissed at Sharon. She did her best to accommodate him, feeling wide open and vulnerable to the wizard, whose black eyes glinted down focused intensely on her core.
“Such a pretty, petite little pink hole,” he breathed, falling forward on one hand and grasping his cock with the other, first positioning it against Sharon’s core, then plunging the head of it inside the witch unceremoniously.
“Oh shit! Shit!” Sharon gasped as his girth parted her. His huge cock was hot and hard as iron.
“Language, Miss McLuster,” the wizard said lasciviously as he released his cock and placed his hand on the other side of her head. Now positioned above her, the wizard slammed his length into her hard, his loins slapping loudly between her thighs, making the witch cry out from his size and power.
Sharon’s mouth fell open and stayed open.
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” he groaned down at her as her pussy bathed his organ in heat and softness. “Such a snug fit. Mmmm. No need to pretend it’s me now, Miss McLuster. It is me. All me.”
He pulled back, hesitated, then drove into her hard again, Sharon shrieking, her eyes rolling up. Damn, he ached, but felt incredible just as he said he would. He stared down at the witch.
“No rules…no boundaries…no…holding back!” the wizard hissed, ramming his cock into the witch at each utterance. “Tonight I’m cock on, Miss McLuster.“ Arcutus began to fuck the witch hard and fast, driving deep into her core, hissing and grunting loudly with pleasure as he tore into his former employee.
Sharon was lost beneath his pummeling, someplace between heaven and hell as the wizard fucked her brutally, his cock squelching from her juices as he plunged into her over and over again.
“Mmmm. Juicy, juicy,” Arcutus said to her, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure as he watched his glistening tool punish the witch’s pussy.
Suddenly he slammed into Sharon and started whirling his pelvis in large circles, twisting his cock inside her, the witch groaning and crying out as he started alternating between strong strokes and wide whirls, scouring every inch of the witch, his pale body flexing over her, his dark eyes hungry and full of lust.
“Look at you…loving it. You’re loving this, aren’t you Miss McLuster? Hmmm. Yes you are. Yes…you…are! Here…more for you…more witch,” he groaned down at her, adding even more power and starting to drive her up the bed.
“Oh God!” Sharon screamed.
“God. Demons. Angels. I don’t give a fuck what deities you call on…just keep your legs cocked witch,” the wizard seethed, straining into Sharon for all he was worth.
Suddenly Sharon stiffened, shrieked at the top of her lungs and came, shuddering as if in a seizure.
“And the floodgates open,” Arcutus declared, grunting as her heat washed over him and her pussy clenched around his cock tightly. “Ah, yes…nice and tight. Excellent pussy, Miss McLuster…if I were to give you an assessment, you’d have five stars out of five.”
Sharon didn’t hear him. She was lost in ecstasy. John had never ever pulled anything from her like this. It felt like everything inside her, organs, bones, everything just gushed out of her, and still the wizard fucked her. He was like a machine, jackhammering the witch’s body unmercifully.
Sharon’s body bounced helplessly under his stroke, the wizard biting his lower lip in pleasure as he buried himself in the petite witch up to his balls. Now this was fucking. His loins were soaking wet with Sharon’s release and the scent of sex heavy in the air.
Suddenly he stopped, pulling out of the witch, who lay before him whimpering, her eyes half-closed and seeming sightless. Sharon felt boneless…as if there were no strength left in her body. Arcutus sneered down at her.
“Don’t you go limp yet, witch. Time to bitch fuck you. Turn over,” he hissed, grabbing the witch roughly and positioning her on her hands and knees, then forcing her head down to the mattress. He held her there as he positioned himself behind her, crossing and locking her arms with his hand at the wrist so she was pinned..
“Head down, ass up!” he said, slamming into her from behind, his cock plowing through her softness with a vengeance.
“Oh shit!” Sharon screamed as he slammed against her cervix, making the witch cramp.
“Oh, that hurt…didn’t it? I wish I could tell you I’m sorry…but I’m not,” he breathed, drawing back and ramming into the same place, the witch’s back buckling as she cried out. He started fucking her in earnest, setting a fast, hard, deep rhythm, spearing her pussy over and over, the friction of his cock causing a deep burn inside the witch. Sharon felt as if her pussy were going to burst into flames as she orgasmed again, screaming “Mr. Scone!!”
“Yesssss,” Arcutus hissed, grasping her by the waist and drawing her clenching body over his cock hungrily. Sharon was delicious. Every bit as good as he thought she would be. And she liked it rough. Good thing she did because that was the only way he fucked.
Sharon hadn’t known she liked it rough, but she wanted the wizard to dominate her. Nothing was left to her…she didn’t have to be in charge or on top. All she had to do was let him fuck her until it felt like her head would pop off. All she had to do was let Arcutus Scone take the reins and go for the ride. She had never felt more desired, even though she knew the wizard didn’t care for her…but he wanted her. There was no way he could fuck her like this if he didn’t have a deep lust for her. Lust wasn’t love…but shit. Why care when ten thick inches of one of the most delicious dark wizards she knew was laying wand to her?
Arcutus fell to the side with the witch, grasping her by both breasts and driving upward into her, grunting with every hard thrust, massaging her full globes roughly as he worked toward his own release.
“Clench down on me…tighten up!” he hissed at her, slapping her ass over and over. Sharon tensed up and he groaned.
“You still take instructions well, witch,” Arcutus breathed, speeding up as he felt his balls tightening, his hold on her breasts becoming painful as his entire body tensed for release. Sharon cried out from the pain, but he hung on, oblivious to her cries as he pummeled her pussy with all the strength that remained in him, feeling the witch gush over his cock just before he blew.
“Gaaaaaaaaah!” he shouted, slamming into Sharon and letting go, his eyes rolling up in his head, the tendons in his neck visible as he came, grunting with pleasure at each hot jet of jism shooting into the witch’s quaking body.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” he breathed over and over until his supply was depleted. He lay there, his hands still hanging on to the witch’s bruised breasts, breathing heavily as she shuddered against him. He moved his head so it rest against hers.
“That was quite delicious, Miss McLuster. I imagine I’ve worn your little love hole out,” he breathed against her ear.
Sated and aching, Sharon shifted slightly. She burned between her legs, but it was an awesomely satisfying burn. She had been fucked and fucked good.
“Yes. I hurt,” she replied, her voice weak with tiredness.
“Then I’ve made a good showing,” the wizard said, pulling her hair back from her neck and kissing it. This gentle act surprised Sharon.
“Do you want to leave, or do you want to sleep?” the wizard asked her gruffly. He wanted to see if she were the kind of witch to fuck and run, ashamed of how she came to him and how he received her.
“I want to sleep, but I don’t think I can,” she said softly. Arcutus could hear the exhaustion in her voice. He pulled out of her wetly then rolled her to her stomach, pushed her legs apart and examined the damage, his long fingers gentle as he did so. Yes, she was swollen. He had ridden her hard.
Sharon lay there, her eyes closed, feeling his fingers between her thighs. She was too exhausted and battered to move. She felt the wizard leave the bed and heard him walk across the room. Then the mattress sunk as he sat on the end of the bed.
“Miss McLuster, drink this,” he said, pulling her up and resting her against him. Dazed, Sharon simply opened her mouth and drank down whatever he was giving her. Normally she would check it…but if he wanted to kill her, he could have fucked her to death. Immediately the pain she felt subsided. Arcutus laid her back down and climbed over her, stretching out alongside her, his black eyes looking at her consideringly.
“Thank you,” she breathed tiredly.
”No need to thank me, Miss McLuster. That pain potion costs a pretty penny. I intend to recoup my costs from you before you leave,” he said evenly, smoothing his hand over her ass meaningfully.
“You probably made it yourself,” the witch murmured sleepily, on her way out.
“That being true, it still has a cost and I expect to be compensated,” he replied.
But Sharon didn’t hear him. She was sound asleep.
The wizard’s dark eyes washed over her body. He had indeed left hand-shaped bruises on her waist. Well he had some healing potion. He’d fix that…and the marks he left on her breasts before she left.
She was in pretty bad shape when he finished with her, but damn…he had waited so long to fuck the brilliant little witch. Plus he was angry at her for being such a fool for John Johnson. She was too bright to have been fooled like that. But then again, she was young.
Still she had been very, very good. And was clean and not promiscuous.
He knew he had given Sharon something she never had before, and most likely she wouldn’t be able to find a lover like him easily. Now that she knew what he was like, Arcutus wondered if she would seek him out again.
If she did, he would oblige her every time as long as she didn’t fuck anyone else. He’d let her know that before she left. Then it was up to her.
The wizard’s eyes fluttered. He decided he’d better get some rest if he were going to engage the witch again. His eyes fell on the far wall. There was a nice clear area there.
Next time he fucked her, he’d be more “upright.”
A/N: This story is an adaption from a fanfic I wrote. Check out more of my work at ruthrsolomon.com and figgilicious.com. Thanks for reading.