Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2015 14:25:32 +0000 (UTC) From: derek james Subject: The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part Seven) WARNING: The following is for adults only(18+). It contains depictions of sexual acts between men. If this offends you or is inappropriate for you to read, go no further. If not, enjoy!!! Remember that Nifty needs our help: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html "THE ADVENTURES OF REX" stories are a celebration of one man's journey into middle age with a raging hard-on, a passionate nature and his handsome head held high! *****LOOK!!!! Other 2012, 2013, 2014 and 2015 "Adventures of Rex" can Be Found In: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/adventures-of-rex/ AND http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/beginnings/adventures-of-rex/ AND http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/encounters/adventures-of-rex/ The Adventures of Rex II: The Craving (Part Seven) Collin rolled over and blinked. The light from a new day was just peeping in to his small bedroom around the edges of the tightly pulled curtains. He felt woozy and still very unsteady. His mind instantly recalled the highly upsetting fact, Uncle Rex was with Hilda. He knew it, he felt it...he tasted it! His dear uncle possessed by her dangerous witchcraft had lied to him on the phone but he knew better...she was evil! They were together somewhere...but where? He knew that his mature Nordic boss and confidant Rolf had put him to bed last night. He felt relieved that Rolf was spending the weekend with him and caring for him, he needed looking after he mused thoughtfully to himself as he rose shakily from his warm bed. Nude, he slipped on his terrycloth robe and tiptoed out his bedroom so not to wake Rolf who he assumed was sleeping next-door in his uncle's large bed. He could have switched on the computer and checked via his secret spy cam but he wanted to just peek in through the crack in the door. It was only 7:30 AM and he was most likely still asleep. Collin's tender bare feet padded to his uncle's door and he just peeped in slight opening. His breath caught in his throat, his heart began to beat like a throbbing drum in his chest...The curtains were wide open and the bed was empty and still fully made! Collin pushed in and felt the bed clothes...very cool to his fingertips and obviously un-slept in! Collin ran down the steps and into the living room; he hoped that maybe Rolf lay asleep on the couch...empty as well! Rolf's few possessions were still there...but where was Rolf? Had he been away all night? Had he gone to Hilda's and confronted her or Silas? Collin's mind raced feverishly and he knew he must sit down or faint. The horror of Madame Hilda never ceased to amaze him...she was a true devil! Collin collapsed into the nearest chair and wept; his brown haired head buried in his skinny arms as he rocked back and forth. Uncle Rex's 23 year-old nephew was certain something awful had befallen his dear friend Rolf and now...he had to face a very scary fact...he alone had to save his uncle and his friend! *********************************************** Barbara Carlisle sat in the small bay window of her bedroom sanctum and stirred a cup of herbal tea as she mused thoughtfully about the night that had just passed under her roof...and what a night it was! The morning light seemed dazzling as she took a nice, long sip of the warming liquid. The Mayfair House was normally a rather sedate inn with its small number of guests never making much of a commotion of any sort, well the tradition of decades was destroyed last night and how...Barbara chuckled playfully to herself. Barbara closed her eyes and pictured the scene again. The sound of thunderously loud pounding at the door downstairs had been the start; she almost ran to it in fear of it being broken down. She knew that dear Rex was raging like a beast; the African Seduction Star always caused maniac-like behaviour when used with the all powerful "Craving Spell". Opening the large wooden front door and seeing Rex for the first time was truly breathtaking. He had stood gasping for breath, business suited but extremely sweaty from his obvious sprint through London. His necktie was gone and his rumpled dress shirt undone to mid-chest; glistening sweat beaded all round his furrowed brow and gorgeously furry man chest. His thick reddish grey hair stood in a tangled mass atop his handsome mature face and those green eyes so very piercing and so perfectly fiery! Rex growled in a deep guttural tone, "Where is she? Is Hilda here?" Barbara held up her long fingered hand, wrinkled and masterful in a stop signal. "Wait, enter and rest. Breathe deeply and wait. You are raging. You must focus!" Her voice had been calming but direct. "Who the hell are you to tell me...?" Rex began to rage but was cut short. "I am Barbara, the proprietor of this fine place and Hilda has told me much since she arrived today. Consider me privy to the whole story about you two and just trust me. You both need me and tonight...tonight is so very special to you both. Breathe and enter. Sit on that small settee there by the stairway and collect yourself. Hilda will be done in a moment." Barbara had said firmly and Rex had slowly, unsteadily made his way to the antique settee. Rex's six-foot form collapsed into the seat and he laid back and shut his eyes, breathing deeply and calming down just a bit...as much as the magical spell would allow. Barbara had been so pleased with herself; her motherly ways had soothed the besotted, beast-like Rex in a matter of moments. Things really did look promising! Rex had looked so virile yet tender. He sat rubbing his large hands together, eyes closed and just breathing deeply....waiting, waiting for his Hilda. Hilda arrived barefooted, padding down the carpeted staircase in a large flowing kimono robe of silk. The display of vibrant colours covering her large fleshy nude body beneath had made Barbara instantly moist as she watched her sister in witchcraft move with grace and determination to stand before her man. Rex gazed up and nearly leapt forward to embrace Hilda in her fullness. Barbara watched the kiss, deep and long...lips locked, and tongues lashing. Rex's large firm hands caressed Hilda's ample backside and moved gently upward, stroking her long silver dark tresses that hung simply down her back. The moment was perfection as only a spell could create! Hilda pulled away and grasped Rex's arm and began to move him to the stairs towards her first floor bedroom. Rex's large body followed, eyes locked on his love. His loafer clad feet nimbly moving forward and then up, step by step...following Hilda. Rex's tight cycler's ass pumping with each step beneath the fabric of his sexy trousers caught Barbara's eye. He looked delicious; she could really enjoy a piece of him she had mused playfully. Rex was so worthy of lustful intent! Barbara had moved to follow and Hilda had looked down at her, stopping briefly and nodding her approval in a begrudging way. And Rex, Rex had cared only for Hilda...he did not even flinch as wise sage-like Barbara moved gingerly onward behind the pair toward the special bed chamber. Rex was besotted and only wanted to be one with Hilda; that much was so evident to her as she watched the scene unfold last evening. Now her tea was getting cold and she sipped it while drifting in and out of the erotic reverie. She mused on Rex's brute sex-crazed form practically bursting through the partially opened bedroom door as Hilda stepped aside to allow her man entry to their sanctum of passions. Barbara had nearly faded into the shadows of the gently candlelit room and shut the door softly behind herself...but neither Rex nor Hilda took any notice now of her. Their eyes were fixed upon one another! Rex had stood trembling before MILF Hilda, his breath coming in sharp rasps and his hands clenched in balls of frustrated lust. Hilda had been masterful and so in charge...Barbara had been very impressed. Hilda stood before him and slid his suit jacket off his tense shoulders. She then undressed him slowly, kissing and nibbling on his sweaty body as she did it. Rex swooned and toppled backward onto the bed as Hilda tugged his trousers down. The loafers vanished and the sweat soaked gold-toe socks were stripped nimbly from his large, flexing feet. Soon the gorgeous Rex was nude, laying on his back and gazing up at his beloved Hilda. Barbara tucked herself in a far murky corner and drank it all in, the whole scene...but she couldn't stop looking at Rex's large uncut tool. It pulsed like a flesh rod of iron and might against his flat tummy as it protruded from its crown of rusty pubic hair. The candlelight made Rex look almost like a Greek hero from a myth of long ago. The very memory made Barbara wet down low in her secret place. Hilda had then reached into her bag that she had brought and pulled out homemade massaging oil. Hilda intoned in a loving yet no nonsense way, "Rex, roll over onto your front!" Rex obeyed and Barbara had moved her hand downward to massage her own aching pussy as she watched the eager mature couple. Hilda put some of the aromatic massaging oil on her hands to warm it up. Then she started to rub his back. Her hands must have felt like silk to him. He revelled in the relaxing massage. All of the tensions were gone. His muscular shoulders and back were completely relaxed. She was not using hard strokes but soft sensuous strokes. Rex could feel himself getting very excited. Barbara masturbated gently and leaned back into the corner to support her body so not to fall; voyeurism was so deliciously naughty! Every now and then Hilda would bend down and place a kiss where her hands had just left. She took her time on his back then slowly her hands started to move down his body. She massaged his cycler's butt; occasionally taking the time to slip her hands between his strong, furry legs. No direct contact just a hint of what was really on her mind. Next came the legs. Hilda spent time on his toned thighs. She was well aware of the rising of his uncut manhood. She moved down his legs to his calves. Making sure they were relaxed. Then she massaged his ample feet. Rex was so excited that he almost could not contain himself. It was obvious to Barbara that he wanted to grab her and have his way with her. Hilda now hungrily clutched one of Rex's manly bare feet in a fevered grip and shoved his slender toes into her mouth, tasting his salty man-sweat on each. Then she grabbed his other foot, and brought it to her face, too. Hilda playfully licked and lapped both of Rex's feet all over; she had grunted and groaned with sheer pleasure all the while! The Seduction Star was truly a marvel; Rex was under its spell completely! Hilda breathed in her sultry voice, "Roll over. No massage is complete until all areas of the body are done!" So, Rex rolled over onto his back. After he turned over, both Hilda and Barbara drooled at how hard he was! He continued to turn over and lie on his back. Hilda took some more oil in her hands and started to rub his reddish-gold haired chest. She paid close attention to his nipples as she rubbed lightly in circles. All the while she was doing this Rex grew more excited than before. Hilda lightly pinched them as she rubbed. This sent wonderfully spasmodic shock waves through his whole body, even his sculptured toes danced. He moaned as she continued to massage his chest. She then started to move down his stomach. Getting more oil in her hands, she rubbed him all over. Rex couldn't take much more. He was starting to lose control again just like back in the salon...her hands now massaging his thighs. She would once in a while, lightly run her hands across his fuzzy, tight ball-sack...just a gently brushing, a nudge. Each time she did that Rex would moan louder. She moved down to his moist pink feet and then up again. Hilda had stopped for a minute and looked down at him as he laid there. Seeing his throbbing shaft practically standing straight up, she wanted him badly but she also wanted to tease him a little. Hilda was playing the MILF queen and knew Barbara was so envious. Hilda reached for the oil again and put some more into her hands. She started to rub the base of his shaft and Rex let out a loud sigh. "Ooooooo, Hilda! Stroke me, please...touch me!" Rex had begged and this made Barbara shiver as her first of many orgasms took place. Hilda was in control. She slowly started to work her way up his uncut shaft a little at a time with the oil. Not too fast for she wanted him to feel the anticipation and pleasure. She got to the purplish, wet head, after gently pulling back the ample foreskin and this sent more shock waves through him. She now knew she had him. Now she started to stroke his hard shaft up and down. This started to get him even more excited. She started to find a faster rhythm. By now she was stroking him so fast that he knew he was not going to last long. He asked her to stop before he exploded. He told her that it was her turn to get a massage. She didn't want to but then she wanted the evening to last. Hilda stopped and spoke, "What shall I do?" Rex had gently rose and pulled Hilda free of her loose clothing. Her chubby naked form had bounced freely in the candlelight. "Lay down on your front, my love!" Rex crooned as Barbara drooled and rubbed from the corner, wishing she were in Hilda's place! Now it was his turn to send her into ecstasy. With her on her stomach he straddled her with his muscular legs on each side of her MILF form. He reached for the oil and poured some in his hands and slowly started to rub her large back. Rex worked on her neck knowing it was feeling good just as she did to him a few minutes ago. He then worked his way down her back. When he got to her to her fleshy butt, he had paid an extra amount of time and attention there. He poured a little more oil in his hands so they were well lubricated and proceeded to massage her round chubby ass. Occasionally he would run his hands between her legs and just lightly brush her most sensitive part. She moaned each time he did that but he would only do it to send shock waves through her as she had just been doing. He moved over to the side of her and started to massage her thighs. She spread her meaty legs open hoping that he would rub her hot aching clit. All he did was just tease her. He rubbed the inside of her chunky thighs. She arched her back wanting him to touch her but he just continued down her legs to her calves. Then he got to her feet. He took each foot and massaged it very sensuously. Hilda was so fully aroused that she that she had an orgasm as he worked on her feet. Barbara watched as Hilda trembled and shook while Rex massaged masterfully. Rex finished with her feet after a few minutes of massaging. "Roll over now," Rex guided gently. He now moved so that he was between her splayed legs. He lowered himself and took his hard manhood in his hand and started to rub it between her legs. When he touched her throbbing engorged clit with his cock-knob, Hilda again reached orgasm. She then arched her back, hoping that Rex would enter her but he didn't. All he did was rub his oozing cock head on her clit for a minute of sheer bliss. Hilda saw his steel-like shaft and how hard it was and she reached for it. She wanted to feel it and stroke it but he would not let her. Rex then had started to massage her ample breasts with the oil. Hilda had her eyes closed and was ready to cum again from his touch. He circled her nipples with his playful fingers and then lightly pinched each one. Hilda cried out. "Ahhhhh, Rex!" She came again! He then took a whole breast in each hand and rubbed each until she started to moan. He straddled her with his legs on each side and placed his hard manhood between her flabby breasts. She helped push her breasts together so they were totally around his hard cock and he started to move his cock back and forth. The sensation was so great that he was getting harder and harder. Hilda moaned loudly came again and he knew he was going to cum very soon. Barbara fingered herself ever deeper and soon joined her voice to Hilda's in the orgasmic chorus. Hilda now begged him to put his hard shaft into her. Rex wanted to but he also wanted to tease her a little more. He took his shaft in his hand and rubbed the head of it over her big, hard nipples. She could see the glistening of his copious pre-cum oozing from his cock-slit. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to feel his hardness in her wet mouth. Again Hilda begged him. He kept rubbing it on her nipples. Hilda was going crazy. He did this for what seemed like hours. Rex looked her down into her pleading, yet demanding fiery eyes and knew he must to make her happy. He moved off her and positioned himself between her gaping legs. He took his hard manhood into his hand and rubbed it all along her warm and ultra pouty labia. Hilda was squirming to get now get Rex to enter her. He took his mushroomed cock-knob and put it just at her wet, hot pussy. Slowly Rex started to push it in. This sent a shiver thru Hilda. She came immediately, The African Seduction Star busily frothing and slowly dissolving deep within. She screamed as she came. She tightened her pussy around his shaft trying to pull him in even more. Rex fought her so he would only allow a little of his hard cock in her. He then pulled it out to where only the head was at her yawning cavity. This was driving Hilda insane. Hilda now shrieked like a crazed demon and Barbara jumped and smiled eagerly. Rex then pushed more of himself into her. Hilda could not resist, so she reached for his cycler's ass and pulled him in all the way. Barbara felt it. She watched and lived the moment of entry. It thrilled her! The spell was fulfilled and Rex was devoured! Rex felt so good inside and Hilda wanted him to go even deeper to fully feel his hardness. She moved against him, now both in rhythm. She loved the way that his manhood felt; his perfect hardness moving inside of her, slicing deep...ever touching the Seduction Star's secret nest. With every stroke Hilda felt herself go deeper into the abandon, the feeling of complete ecstasy. She loved him so much that her love for him was growing with each thrust. Now with his body touching hers, his manhood growing inside of her with each lunge, the excitement was growing. She came stronger and longer than she had ever come before. Rex felt her excitement; in response he spewed a river of man-seed deep inside of her...filling her very being with his precious essence and melding with the Star's evil power. They had lain in each other's arms. They could smell each other; feel each other ...taste each other. They were in perfect union. Rex stayed hard and buried deep in his love. She loved him and he loved her. Rex had no idea that his love was completely driven by dark, lustful magic! Barbara watched the two nude figures entwined and sealed in a magical union, evil and mystical...albeit highly dangerous. Hilda should have known better, Barbara mused with a pleased smile as she moved to the door. The Craving Spell was so...unpredictable! The two lovers did not even flinch as she crept out. She knew they would make more love, the night was young. She knew others were listening. Shortly before Rex had burst in, Boris and Nellie Rifkin had wandered back much earlier than expected. Nellie had felt unwell and the planned night out was postponed. Both in their mid-sixties, wiry framed and Boris stood just at about five and half feet to his wife's barely five. They exuded healthy living and good breeding. Their perfectly trimmed hair was steel grey and Boris was a fan of custom tailored suits from exclusive London outfitters. The older well-heeled husband and wife now sat perched upon their bed in the room just above Rex and Hilda's. Barbara knew the loud lovemaking would unsettle them and she had moved swiftly up the stairs to remedy the situation before they could complain of the outrageously noisy couple in the room below. Luckily, she had a special herb concoction tucked inside her bedroom cupboard for times like these when soothing troubled guests was necessary. And these two were bound to make trouble and Barbara had to make them see reason...and make them obey. She would need them to keep Rex amused at some stage while Hilda saw to other urgent business. The game must be played and poor, unsuspecting Boris and Nellie were just pawns...and purely innocent. Barbara changed her wardrobe quickly, grabbed a special black box from a shelf and prepared to make the couple her own! Barbara stealthily went down the stairs and entered their room, she did not even knock. Mistress Barbara strode in looking the part of dominatrix supreme. She had on a full-length leather jacket, and high heel black boots that disappeared under the coat. Boris was so surprised he nearly fell off the bed as he sat in his dressing gown comforting a wild-eyed Nellie who lay back against a multitude of pillows. "Miss Carlisle, what on earth are you doing bursting in here and dressed like that? How dare you. And all that....noise below...it disgraceful. My dear Nellie is suffering a bad headache and that lovemaking downstairs is dreadful. I shall go down at once and bring an end to whatever shenanigans those two have planned next. We shall never come here again and I shall write to..." Boris had shook with rage but Mistress Barbara cut him short as she shut the door behind herself and placed the box on the large dresser. The very memory sent chills all along Barbara's spine as she sipped her tea. Hello Boris," she had said to him. "Are you all set for tonight? You must call me Mistress Barbara now! Has your cock been getting hard all week anticipating all kinds of nasty fun here at my little establishment? Did you play with yourself thinking about what was going to happen? How many times did you cum? Come on, tell us," she had demanded as poor Nellie sat in silence. He blushed and looked at his bare feet that were shaking. It was true; he'd been masturbating every day as the London getaway grew closer and he knew that he and Nellie always became closer physically whilst away. He couldn't wait for tonight, and every time he thought about it he'd found himself in the bathroom jerking off. How on earth did this woman know? He was so embarrassed. Barbara slipped off her coat and revealed a stunning outfit. Her boots were thigh high, and she had on a black leather bustier that was tied up the front with crossing laces. It barely held her tits in, they were pushed up and you could almost see her nipples poking out of the top. She had matching leather panties that were absolutely painted on. She was an aging MILF but still a glory and the high heels made her tower over them. Boris had felt his cock grow stiff. This was making him forget the noise from downstairs in no time. She turned to Nellie and looked her up and down. "You haven't masturbated at all, have you? When's the last time you had your hand in your panties? You don't even remember, do you?" Nellie nearly pulled the bed covers over her head. The way her thin dowdy face had peeped up at her had made her pussy wet with power and lust. Taking charge of this couple was going to be profitable and fun! "Just as I thought, I see I have my work cut out for me. Now, I want you both to strip down for me, let's see what we are working with here." Mistress Barbara had spoken. "No, no. How dare you!" Nellie had shrieked. Boris had looked a bit excited at that stage and turned to his wife and wagged his finger in the air. "We better do as we are told. She looks pretty...scary and...perfectly sexy!" Boris stammered as he began to rise up and pull off his dressing gown. By now Mistress Barbara had moved to the night table, poured a glass of water from the carafe and swirled in her special powdered herbs. Nellie still huddled under the bed covers but Boris sat nude on the bed, skinny and semi-erect. "Each of you drink half of this mixture...NOW!" Mistress Barbara had ordered. Nellie flinched as the glass moved to her, a riding crop held in the Mistress thwacked downward and slapped the night table. Nellie drank her half and then handed the glass to Boris who by now eagerly drank and seemed more than willing to cooperate. The herbs began to work almost at once and both her companions began to look at bit misty eyed and more like slaves. I told you to strip down," she said evenly "and I meant right now. Nellie jumped and began to obey. Boris watched Nellie, who was now slowly lowering her robe. Soon she had stood naked in front of the Mistress. Boris's cut-cock stood pleasingly partially erect between his legs, and he tried to cover it with his hands. "Stand next to Nellie here in front of me!" She order and Boris bounced up on his small, moist bare feet. Barbara looked them each up and down with appraising eyes. Nellie was shorter, with ample breasts but still had nice albeit slightly saggy curves. Her ass was still well rounded, and firm. Boris was just slightly taller, and still had the physique of a younger man, this pleased the Mistress greatly. "Very nice, I want to see how that cock looks totally hard. Boris, why don't you show us how you were masturbating earlier this week? Get it really hard for us. Stroke it!" Mistress Barbara had barked. Nellie had smiled for the very first time; this was going to be interesting she privately thought. She'd never seen Boris masturbate, but knew that he did, like all men. She was very curious and turned to watch. Boris gingerly reached down and took hold of his semi- erect dick. He closed his eyes and started to gently massage it, touching with the tips of his fingers. He felt relief as his cock responded and started to grow even harder in his hand. He spread his legs a little and moved his hand down to his furry balls, gently touching them, started to really enjoy the sensation of touching himself in front of this little group. That was when the lovemaking had broken forth below once more. Rex's guttural sounds wafted upward through the aged floors and Hilda's lustful moans bounced from wall to wall. It had added a wonderfully erotic touch to the proceedings. Barbara giggled as she recalled the delightful events of last evening. Nellie stared, watching her husband rubbing his cock. She started to feel more aroused than she had in years, it was so erotic to be naked in front of others, and she felt her pussy start to tingle. "Nellie, I want you to teach Boris how to suck a cock. Show him how to use his mouth and tongue, how to really get it hard and ready for fucking. Later, you do exactly what Nellie showed you, listen to her instructions now and feel free to ask questions if you need to." Mistress Barbara had instructed and she then had moved to the black box and took out a very special surprise. The box had contained a very old sex toy. Owned for years and years by the same witchcraft smitten family; the antique carved wooden dildo with leather harness was now in Barbara's possession and she treasured it for its dark magical powers. The strap-on device was said to be highly dangerous because it caused the "fuckies" to become enslaved to the "fucker". And for as long as Barbara had owned it, it was very true! The jet black finished dildo had loomed toward Nellie. Barbara had fastened the antique strap round her waist and thus...The Mistress had grown a HUGE hard cock in a matter of seconds! Nellie knelt down in front of Barbara, and Boris knelt nearby...watching closely. She gave him a side-glance and then reached out with her tongue and flicked it across the tip of the Mistress's ebony cock. She looked back to Boris and met his eyes. Nellie reached out again with her tongue, and gently licked carved ball sack. She ran her tongue under it. She continued licking the smooth balls, and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft, which had made Mistress Barbara smile broadly. Boris groaned and leaned in towards the devil-like dick. His tongue came out as Nellie reached over and grabbed his cock with the tightened circle of her hand, and then he started licking the carved scrotum. Nellie then slid her hand downward and cupped his balls, weighing them and Boris's tongue moved up to the Mistress's shaft. Nellie whispered in his ear "Take the whole shaft into your mouth; I want to see you suck it." She moved her hand back up to the head of his cock, which was starting to drip quite a bit of pre-cum. She covered her palm with it and then started to vigorously jerk him off. Boris grunted, and slid the carved phallus deep into his mouth. As Nellie jerked him faster, he sucked harder. Just as he felt his balls rise up in anticipation of coming, she released him. A quick nod for their Mistress had seen to that! He was not to cum, not yet! "Very good, Boris. You can take my cock out of your mouth now...that was an excellent job. Nellie, did you like watching your husband sucking on my special cock?" she had asked. "Yes, I didn't know it could be so exciting. My pussy is really starting to get wet now." Nellie said as her eyes continued to glaze over from the herbal concoction. "Good, because it's time for it to get fucked. Why don't you get down on all fours here on the carpet and be ready!" Mistress Barbara had suggested coyly. Nellie obeyed, and quickly positioned herself on the floor. Boris gave her a pillow so that she could rest her elbows and lower her head. This had also allowed her to spread her legs very wide, so that her pussy was lewdly displayed in front of Mistress Barbara. Barbara had then knelt down behind her and began by wiping her now spit moistened phallus up and down her pouty labia. Nellie did not shave or trim and so the pink cunny lips poked out from beneath a small forest of black pubic hairs. "Ohhhhh, that feels really good," purred Nellie. "I feel so dirty like this, but I really like it." She swayed her hips back and forth, and Mistresses Barbara had then slipped the head of her cock past the pussy lips. Nellie let out a groan and Barbara leaned forward and allowed the strap-on device to slide all the way in to the hilt. Nellie rocked back, trying to stuff it even deeper. "Boris, come around here so you can see the proper way to fuck your slut-like wife," Barbara had said. "See how deeply it's in her? Now, watch as I start to fuck slowly, see how I pull back, almost all the way out? Notice how I grab her hips when I go back in? That's allowing me to fuck just a little bit deeper with each stroke because I can pull her right up to my hips." He continued to watch the fucking for about 5 minutes, and Nellie's pussy was beginning to make a sloshing sound with each stroke. "That's the sound we've been waiting for; her cunt is very wet now. Boris, this will be educational for you, I want you to eat her out now so that you learn how an excited pussy tastes." Barbara drove in one more time, then pulled out, accompanied by a loud "Sluurrrpp." Nellie moaned, and she wiped her slick cock on those juicy labia lips again, and as she pulled away a stream of wet fuck juice hung between the wooden dick and her pussy, seemingly reluctant to let it go. "Nellie, stay in that position, I want him to eat you from behind just like you got fucked. Boris, get down behind her and start by licking the outside of her cunt. It looks like a lot of wetness is spread all over; you need to clean that up before you get to taste inside." Boris knelt behind his wife, and she spread her legs even wider, offering up her wet twat for his tongue. Her pubic hair was pressed down from all the moisture, and her lips were puffy from the fucking. He thought that Nellie's pussy had never looked better. He stretched his head forward and licked all around her, eliciting little squeals from her. That's it Boris, now you're getting it! How does it taste?" asked Mistress Barbara. "It's a little salty, and the texture is slippery. It's also very warm, almost hot," he replied and returned to licking her. He ran his tongue down to her clit, and Nellie cried out and reached back to spread her pussy for him. This opened her up quite wide, and Boris could smell the aroma of the freshly fucked hole as he licked. He reached down and touched his cock, it was rock hard and soaking wet. He longed to shove it in her and let loose his cum. "I see you're touching yourself, that's good. Nellie, he likes to play with himself when he eats your pussy, what do you think of that?" "Ohhhhh God, I think that makes me even hornier," she replied. "Can you have him fuck me with his tongue?" Mistress Barbara had told Boris to stick his tongue up Nellie's cunt. As he did she held the back of his head, and Nellie started to grind and rock her hips back, so that Boris's face was smeared with her juices. His tongue would dart in and out, lapping up as much as he could get, one hand still massaging his hardness. "Nellie, get up on the edge bed, open your cunt to Boris. Boris get on all fours and put your ass high towards me. Eat your wife...I am going to fuck you!" Mistress Barbara had ordered. Boris got down in front of his wife's open pussy. Her cunt was still stretched from the dildo fucking she received, and her lips and pubic hair were splattered with juice. She radiated an aroma of sex, and he found himself almost uncontrollably excited at the thought of eating her as Mistress Barbara fucked him. Mistress Barbara knelt behind him and he felt her position the dildo carefully on his asshole. "Now just relax," she said. "I want you to lick her as I slide this in." Boris took a deep breath, and ran his tongue over Nellie's sopping mound. She tasted wonderful, salty, sweaty, wet, and a little sweet all at the same time. As he licked her again he felt the dildo spread his anus and enter him. He groaned and attempted to relax as Mistress Barbara pushed in deeper, the sensations making him want to cum badly. "Fuck yourself on my cock, Boris," she said. "I like to see men do it to themselves; once it's in they always seem to enjoy it." She held herself still, and Boris started to rock back and forth, going forward until just the end was in him, and then pushing back against Mistress Barbara's hips so that the cock was pushed all the way in. With each stroke Mistress Barbara would slap his ass, calling him her slut, which further raised his excitement level. Nellie lay on the bed, holding her knees up with her pussy spread. She craned her neck up to watch as Boris got fucked, and she had felt her own orgasm building as he alternated between eating her and sliding back on the dildo. "God, that is getting me so hot again, it's so horny watching you get fucked honey, eat me harder!" "You heard her, Boris, bury your face in her juicy cunt," said Mistress Barbara. Boris needed no further urging, he locked his lips to her pussy lips, and Nellie let go of her knees and pressed his head vigorously into her wet hole. Mistress Barbara had the dildo all the way in him, and she reached around him and grasped his cock, and had started to rhythmically stroke it. Boris gave a muffled moan, and Nellie held his face in her pussy, feeling his tongue delve deeply into her nether region. "Oh Boris! It feels so fucking good! God, I think I'm going to cum soon. God, I'm going to cum right in your face baby, UH UH UH I'M CUMMING NOW!!!" Mistress Barbara's fingers quickly grasped Boris hard at the base of his cock, she squeezed, effectively preventing him from his own orgasm as Nellie held his face firm against her pussy, grinding hard against him as her cunt jolted and squirted her own pussy juices on him. She came for what seemed like minutes, and Mistress Barbara had maintained the stifling grip on Boris. Finally, Nellie sobbed and released Boris from her grip. She lay back, trembling from the force of her amazing orgasm, her arms and legs weak and limp. Mistress Barbara, still with the cursed cock in Boris's ass and the grip on his dick, got Boris up off the floor. "I think you're finally ready to fuck her, Boris, are you ready?" "I want to fuck her so bad I can taste it," he had simpered as he licked his lips. Mistress Barbara laughed and said "I'm going to stay in you while you do it, now let's get on top of her." Nellie managed to move back onto the bed a bit more, and Boris and Mistress Barbara climbed on. She still had a hold of his cock, and being careful not to let the dildo slip out of his ass she guided him into Nellie's gaping cunt. It slid in easily with a satisfying wet sound. Boris started fucking and grinding away...Mistress Barbara used the same movements behind him, replicating what he did. He looked into Nellie's eyes, and saw they were once again filled with lust. She pulled his head down and kissed him deeply, her tongue entering his mouth and exploring, tasting the remnants of her own orgasm from moments before. Boris responded, and ground deeply into her, and felt Mistress Barbara do the same to him. He felt his orgasm approach, and began bucking deep in Nellie's pussy, and Mistress Barbara's strap-on cock. "Oh fuck, ohhhhhhh, I'm cumming now, I'M CUMMING HARD RIGHT NOW!" he shouted as his balls clenched and his cock sprayed inside her hot wet pussy. Mistress Barbara had hold of his hips, and was pushing into him as hard as she could as he collapsed into his wife's arms, Nellie hugging him tightly and covered his face with kisses. The room below had erupted into orgasmic bliss as well. The air was alive with sex and lust! As the spent couple had lay nude and soulfully looked up at their Mistress, solemnly Barbara explained that she would be calling on them for help the next day. And to be ready...to part of something wild and wonderful; just obey her and all would be well. The magical herbs and dildo had worked and Nellie and Boris nodded in full obedience. The sound of tapping came gently upon her bedroom door and this snapped Barbara out of her daydreams for good. Barbara rose, gathered her floral dressing gown round herself and padded over and unlocked the handsome carved door to her room. Hilda, her face flushed and dark hair a mass of tangles, stood before her smiling like the cat that had the cream. Her large round body garbed only in a terrycloth robe came forward and moved to fill the space by the windows. "I just checked my phone, the ringer was off of course for obvious reasons but Silas has been texting me like mad. He has Rolf in my special room in the basement. I knew it would come to this, I knew it!" Hilda said in a triumphantly evil way. Barbara nodded solemnly. "You'll need to work a charm on him now. After last night, Rex will want Collin gone. He's in your way and Rolf is the only way to get him out of the picture. Rolf must...rescue him and take him away. You must see to it!" Hilda giggled youthfully. "Silas will have begun the process. I'll need to buzz home briefly without Rex knowing. I just need to finalize our spell work upon poor old Rolf. And Collin, well...he'll be none the wiser and be out of my hair so very soon!" Barbara moved over to Hilda, her long fingers undoing the belt round Hilda's girth. The terrycloth robe parted and Hilda moaned deeply. Hilda's fleshy figure was rosy red, the full flush of arousal. "The Seduction Star is still working. You look even more aroused than yesterday. Imagine!" Barbara crooned as she reached over and gently massaged one of Hilda's bulbously fashioned breasts; the plump nipple stood hard, round and felt like a warm marble in her fingertips. Her hand moved lower, crossing over her pot-like belly and then down into her moist nest. "Mmmm, I am still so juicy. Rex has cum three, no, four times since he arrived yesterday...all deep inside me!" Hilda gasped with her dark eyes rolling with delight as Barbara used her long finger and probed ever upward. The sound of her fingers withdrawing from Hilda's depths was like a soft, wet kiss. Barbara moved the fingers to her open mouth and tasted the moistness. Her tongue sensed Rex, Hilda and the strong tang of the Seduction Star as it slowly dissolved. "Very tasty, and very much what we knew would happen!" Hilda rocked backward slightly on her chubby bare feet as she responded. "True, but a marvellous event none the less! Rex is sound asleep after hours of passion. I hope he sleeps now for a few hours, I must get home...just for a bit before he wakes." "Have no fear, my sister in magic. I shall keep him occupied and he'll never know you have gone to take care of some very sensitive business. You both are so special to me...more now sideways toward the large, still unmade bed. Barbara gently shoved Hilda backward onto the mattress; her legs splayed...pussy wide, ready! Kneeling gingerly on the carpet and positioned between the large flabby legs before her, Barbara pulled the pouty, fully engorged pink vaginal lips apart. The moist cavern before her covered in sweet smelling man-cum...Rex's precious juices! Hilda gazed up at the ceiling as she felt Barbara spreading her lower lips; she could feel her warm breath as it wafted over her ejaculate moistened depths. Barbara looked passionately toward the gaping cunt before her. She could taste it even before her tongue moved forward like a serpent attacking its prey. The scent of sex and lust overwhelmed the aged MILF witch and her mind swam, version blurred and craven lust took control...and of course, the dark magic! It took moments before Hilda was reeling and moaning from multiple, shattering orgasms. The taste of Hilda's orgasmic bliss filled her dear sister in magic's mouth and warmed her very core with a fiery blaze that burned her own clit as if alight. Barbara rose up. "Dress, go and see to helpless Rolf. I shall take good care of Rex until you return. Have no fear dear sister. We shall win this battle for control of Rex's very soul!" Hilda moved up, her body still tingling and damp with sweat. She knew she must make Rolf her slave now and use him as a tool in getting her way before anything could possibly go wrong...mainly Collin. He needed dealing with and fast! The heavy-set witch MILF was on her way before Barbara even finished off her now cold cup of tea. ********************************** The room was dark as Barbara pushed in. She moved to the curtained windows and drew back the heavy draperies to reveal a very tousled yet vibrantly sexy Rex lying nude and only just barely covered in the tangled sheets of the large bed. The ginger-grey haired hunk stirred as the sunlight streamed in. "What...mmmm...Hilda? Hilda!" Rex's green eyes fluttered open and he moved to sit up. "Sweet Rex. Hilda had to rush off to do a few things today before your evening together. You were sound asleep and she did not want to wake you. You are being looked after by me for today. Hilda insisted on it! I'll make sure you want for nothing!" Barbara breathed sweetly. The old MILF witch was dressed in a long, sensuously tight black dress that made her look thin and tall. Her still perky breasts were framed in the silken fabric and Rex could see her nipples almost perfectly. The older woman appealed to him even though the "Craving Spell" was attracting him completely to Hilda. Rex was and always would be a sexual dynamo. Magic or no magic...he was a sex mad stud when it came right down to it. "Well, if Hilda insisted on it....I'll not argue. I feel very groggy. You probably heard the fun we had last night, over and over and over! I feel....milked!" Rex said stretching his big arms and then lazily rubbing at his eyes. The sheet moved aside, his uncut tool loomed large and pre-cum oozed out onto his ginger furry tummy; Barbara took note and winked playfully. "You are going to have a wonderful day, Rex Davenport!" You won't even miss Hilda. Toss on some clothing. I have a bit of a brunch laid out down in the small dining area. Another couple, Boris and Nellie, they are so eager to meet you. You'll see this is no ordinary inn, I run a very unique place...you'll be so surprised by the level of service here!" Barbara said as she sashayed off to the doorway and vanished. Rex was horny and his head felt all befuddled. He thought fleetingly of Collin and wondered if he was ok. That thought nearly snapped him out of his sexual reverie but the air of the bedroom seemed almost scented with sex...the smell of Hilda's pussy perfumed the room and made him stroke playfully at his man-tool. His fingers encountered sticky juices and he laughed heartily. Collin quickly vanished from his thoughts completely. The room had a small bathroom attached and Rex did a quick sink wash using a wet flannel all over his warm, sticky body. He towelled off and moved around the room gathering his strewn clothing, clothing that was sweaty but all he had. He pulled up a sock from the floor, sniffed it and found his cock bobbing up like a trained dog. The smell of his feet always turned him on. The ranker, the better! He put on the dark socks, his moist underwear, his trousers and dress shirt. No need for a suit coat he thought as he pushed his feet into his loafers and made his way downstairs. Nellie and Boris sat at the small dining table. They were dressed casually yet handsomely. Nellie had on a form fitting floral dress and black heels with smoky coloured tights and Boris had on a white knit sweater and dark trousers with brown leather lace-up shoes...Rex took it all in...even the argyle socks on Boris's feet. The couple looked older than he, but not by much. The grey haired couple looked fit and the inviting smiles on their faces made Rex feel more than welcome to sit by them and tuck into Barbara's brunch goodies. The round table with its ivory satin table cloth was the scene for the next hour as the older couple ate, sipped coffee and enjoyed Rex Davenport's charming style and handsome looks. Rex ate the lovely food and just enjoyed being admired by these two fascinating strangers. Barbara kept dipping in and out of the room and giving both Boris and Nellie encouraging if not suggestive looks between coffee cup refills. Rex could not help but see and tried to just play along...he recalled that Hilda had left Barbara in charge of his daylight entertainment and he was not going to quibble. The couple was flirting with him; he knew it and loved it. He felt twinges of guilt about Hilda since they seemed to be closer now than ever but...but they were here and she was not. She had left Barbara in charge and this couple was part of Barbara's plan...and what a great plan! "We have all day free...what are we to do?" Nellie playfully said as she surveyed the finished meal and gazed at Rex with her big, soft blue eyes. Her gentle facial wrinkles only made her more appealing to Rex as he looked from husband to wife. "Mistress Barbara, I mean Barbara said you were all alone today, too. After such a night of passion, you must feel too drained to enjoy anything?" Boris said as his hand gently rubbed along Rex's kneecap under the table. Rex rested his "in need of a shave" chin on both his folded hands as his arms rested upon the table and smiled broadly at the pair. "I have a vast capacity for passion my dear Boris and Nellie, VAST!" Rex said in his most debonair tone. Nellie slid free of her high heels and let her nylon clad feet rub along Rex's leather loafers as she simpered, "Really? I heard you clearly last night. Ramming away like a jack hammer...not tired? Amazing and wonderfully...arousing. Boris...what a true stud we have here!" Boris nodded his small head up and down, his eyes locked into Rex's. The kneecap rubbing moved to a tender thigh massage. Rex felt his cock straining inside his underwear. This was a great way to wait for Hilda he mused to himself with a huge grin. Barbara appeared in the doorway of the dining area and said encouragingly, "The sun room in the rear of the downstairs is so inviting this time of day and all yours. Totally private, comfy couch, plush carpet...so inviting!" Nellie rose up, slipped her shoes back on and raised her hand out towards Rex. "Let's go, I want to be more comfortable and I bet you do, too!" Rex grasped her hand in his larger one and stood up, she was so short compared to him; Boris stood and he was not much taller. The two were so cute, fit and sexy in Rex's eyes and he moved along with them into the sun room...the glass door shut behind them. Barbara would be nearby and able to watch the proceedings easily from back hallway near the kitchen. The three guests in the sun room were not bothered who saw them...they just moved into the warm space and looked at each other, slowly and with lustful intent. The day was all theirs! The older couple moved to the large wicker couch against the wall of the plant festooned nook and sat upon the ample cushions. Why don't you sit over here?" Boris asked, motioning to the spot between him and his wife. Rex walked over to the couple and plopped down between them. He was pretty thin and they did not leave much room for him to squeeze in. As Rex sat down, Boris's hand rested on his right thigh. It was delicate, yet forceful. Nellie leaned over and started kissing Rex's neck. Things were escalating very quickly in the warm sunny space. Boris's hand moved up Rex's muscular thigh and his uncut cock started to react. It was growing more erect with each passing moment. Rex closed his eyes as Boris's hand got very close to his cock. He felt Nellie's tongue massaging his neck as Boris reached his intended target. His hand traced the outline of his now fully erect member. Rex's hips started to shift in pleasure as his nimble hand stroked. Suddenly, Rex felt his mouth press against his, the little whiskers he had missed in his morning shave brushed his face. Rex opened his mouth and let his tongue in. His mouth tasted like the lovely coffee they recently enjoyed. He moaned a bit as Rex's tongue struck back, massaging the other into submission. His hand moved up and quickly undid Rex's belt. His fingers moved swiftly to pull down his trousers to his knees, and then the tight maroon underwear came next. His cock sprung free, and for a moment, he realized he was naked in front of these HOT strangers. He opened his eyes and saw both of them staring at his lovely uncut cock, the foreskin just ebbing away from the round juicy knob. They both dove in like hungry sharks attacking a prey. He felt both mouths slop over his cock. He felt two tongues dance all over the shaft and furry balls. Boris's stray whiskers tickled his nut-sack as he worked them with his mouth. Nellie savoured the flavour of the pinkish red bulbous head that popped free from of the ample foreskin casing. Nellie not only enjoyed the head of Rex's tool but used her hands to pull off his loafers and yank his underwear and trousers free of his body. She tossed them all aside and never missed a beat enjoying his juicy cock! Rex couldn't believe it; he had never had two people so enthusiastic to pleasure him orally. They moaned and grunted as they washed his groin with their wet, hungry mouths. Boris lifted his ball-sack up and started licking the area all the way down to the ass hole. Rex jumped as his strong tongue washed the tight rosebud over and over. Nellie was balls deep swallowing the whole cock as her husband pleasured Rex's moist hole. His two hands then lifted one leg up, giving him more access to lick and enjoy Rex. Rex was losing himself in the pleasure; he barely noticed an orgasm come on. It was like dynamite exploding uncontrollably. Thick semen pumped into Nellie's gulping mouth. Boris licked more vigorously as the orgasm exploded. She took in pump after pump of hot, sticky Rex man-seed. Rex blacked out for a second and when he came to; he saw the two of them kissing. He could see his jizz dancing between their tongues as they kissed in front of his trembling body. They moaned as their semen covered tongues fought back and forth, little drips of cum falling from their mouths. They finished, wiping up any cum on their mouths and swallowing the delicious seed. They smiled at Rex and pounced on his body. Their hands started rubbing up and down his sweaty body, removing his shirt and each eagerly taking a foot and stripping it free of its moist sock. Pretty soon he sat completely naked. Nellie and Boris lay at his feet, still dressed and each lightly nibbling at his succulent pink bare toes. "You're so cute!" Nellie giggled. Her fingers tracing up his strong calf. Boris was smiling as he stood and slowly removed his clothes. His body was thin and wiry. He had a bit of greyish body hair that gently covered his body. Nellie leaned over and took her husband's cock in her mouth. Boris became fully erect; his cock was skinnier than Rex's and shorter. She took the whole thing in her mouth. She was sucking him while he started to play with Rex's balls again. Rex was still worn down from the orgasm, but the excitement of the situation put him right back into the game. Boris's busy fingers massaged all round Rex's growing manhood and worked back to his moist ass hole. Rex was really getting into it again. He lifted both his legs up to allow him better access to delve deep into his hole. Boris's fingers still worked dutifully and his mouth fed at Rex's wide open ass while Nellie let Boris's manhood go and she started to kiss at Rex's furry balls. Nellie soon started to pull her clothes off as she moved lower to service Rex's anus alongside her dear hubby who seemed more than happy to carry on indefinitely. Her breasts looked so sexy on her skinny frame. She took one of her perky nipples and started teasing Rex's wet rosebud with it. Her erect nipple sent waves of pleasure through Rex as he waved his feet high above the heads of his two playmates that knelt on the carpet just below him. Barbara watched through the glass door and smiled. Rex was so perfect and Hilda, well...she'd just have to share him with her and that was that. The "Craving Spell" obviously had some merit but Rex's ultra potent sexuality could not be contained completely by any one person, with magic or without! Rex was a player! And Barbara had many ideas on how to play. Barbara moved to the door and pushed it open. Rex looked up sheepishly. His ass wide and two grey heads bobbed between his muscular ass cheeks. The sight was mouth-watering to the old MILF witch. "Shall we move to my room? I have things to play with and a huge bed to frolic on. I think it's time I joined the festivities." Barbara moved her hand up and beckoned, her long black dress shimmered as she moved to the front hall to ascend the stairs to her domain of pleasure. The subservient mature couple licked Rex's tasty ass bud once more each and moved to follow, hand in hand...following Mistress Barbara to enjoy whatever awaited them. Rex lowered his now tired legs and gingerly padded on his moist feet; trailing after his new found friends....eager to not miss a beat! He wondered if anyone might enter the foyer to the inn but soon realised that the front door was bolted and a CLOSED sign hung in the upper window of the large front door...much to Rex's relief. His uncut cock surged upward as he followed the skinny elder asses of Nellie and Boris up, step by step until they reached the top floor and moved into Barbara's ornate boudoir. The room's curtains were drawn and candles were lit in various holders on the numerous surfaces of the somewhat cluttered bedroom. Barbara pushed the door closed; clicking the small lock just in case, as Rex gingerly moved in and stood side by side with his elder mates. The three nudes stood in the centre of the room just by the large bed strewn with a variety of colourful bed coverings. The cocks of both Rex and Boris bobbed delightfully in front of Barbara's eyes and her mouth salivated like a hungry wolf. Nellie stood in the centre of the male bookends and smiled an invitation at her Mistress. The slight parting of her pussy, her moist labia...all saying... "Come, taste, enjoy!" Barbara decisively moved forward, her mind racing and her lust inwardly throbbing like a native drum. Rex's eyes met hers. The day was SO far from over! ************************************** Meanwhile, at Hilda's quiet abode just a few houses from Rex's, a training session was about to take place. Silas stood above a seated Rolf. The house was fully curtained and lit only by dim lamplight. The handsome Nordic bear sat, his clothing dishevelled and body battered, at the kitchen table. His head throbbed and a large goose-egg stood out prominently from where Silas had clobbered him. "What happened to me? Why did I wake up in the basement in that cell? What's happening? You better tell me!" Rolf said as he rubbed his aching skull. Dark, cat-like Silas spoke rationally. "You came here last night roaring like a loony lion, you threatened me...I hit you and kept you shut in the basement room for your own safety. I knew when Hilda came home, all would be clearer. I could have phoned the police but I knew you would not want that. Hilda is upstairs now. She came in before I brought you up here. Now drink that tea and eat that scrambled egg!" Rolf sat and ate hungrily. He knew that something was very wrong and what about Collin? But yet, he felt attracted to this place...to the place where Hilda was. She was strange, powerful and dangerous and yet Rolf knew he needed to be there. The injury and his muddled mind where all inconsequential now...talking to Hilda, that was important! The pounding came upon them suddenly; Hilda was summoning them by stomping with her foot on the floor above. Rolf rose up on his shoe clad feet and wobbled; Silas grabbed him by the arm and moved up the stairs to Hilda. Silas, truly thin, ultra wiry and incredibly strong...Rolf would not stand a chance at escape, not in his state. Rolf gave no resistance, he knew he must see Hilda and understand fully what hold she had on him. Hilda had entered the house an hour earlier and flew into preparations in her back room upstairs...making it ready to convert Rolf fully to her team...Team Hilda! Rolf entered the darkened space and only saw a large wooden table in the room; the table lay bare with all the clutter from it pushed onto the floor in the corner. Hilda stood, MILF like and dressed in her usual way. Her flowing tent of a dress swathed round her large body, the dark muted colours barely discernible in the dim lighting. Her dark silver grey hair was piled high and pinned back away from her round face. A face that shown with glee, her dark eyes alight with fire and rage. Rolf wobbled further in and Silas held him tight in his grasp. "You are partly mine, Rolf, you realise it. I have almost made you all mine, my special little weapon in the war for Rex...a war I will win. Collin must be dealt with in order for me to have Rex all to myself and you will help me. Is that clear?" Hilda said in a thread-like voice. "You do have power. I have no idea why but you do! And you have done something to me and Rex...you control us. I have tried to fight, but last night as I dreamed in that basement room, that cell...I felt comforted knowing you were coming...coming to see me. Why? Why don't I fight you?" Rolf sobbed as he fell to his knees before Hilda's vast chubby form. "I have begun a "Craving Spell" of sorts on you but after today, you'll not crave me....just obey me! All my wishes, you'll do as I say...no arguments or else!" Hilda cackled as she ruffled the large lump upon Rolf's tender head. "Silas, will do more than clunk you if you fail. Trust me, he wanted to deal with you last night...but we need you!" Hilda finished. Hilda suddenly pushed Rolf onto his face and he lay on a rectangular oriental carpet just in front of the table...he strained to get up, his aching head throbbed. Before he could rise, his two tormentors quickly rolled him up in the old rug on which he was laying. He found himself face down, rolled up in a scratchy rug with only his head and feet exposed. His arms were pressed tightly to his sides he could barely move his fingers. He was trapped! Rolf felt himself being lifted by Hilda and Silas. He swiftly moved up to the large work table directly under a dim light bulb. Hilda seemed much stronger than he would have guessed. Strong rope was next wrapped around the rug to ensure that he would not wiggle free. Rolf's mind furiously tried to figure a way out of this mess...what was Hilda up to he wondered privately. Rolf strained his head and gasped as he looked right into Hilda's malicious eyes. "I see you lost one of your shoes just now in the little scuffle, Rolf. I think the other one should be removed for the sake of symmetry." Hilda chuckled. Silas nimbly unlaced the other shoe, leaving both feet clad only in tan silk socks. Rolf flexed his toes nervously. He mentally prepared himself for fire, knives, or something equally gruesome. What was he to do? Silas looked to Hilda who nodded vigorously and then began stroking Rolf's moist socked foot using his fingertips to slide over the golden tan silk. Rolf's foot jerked at the first touch, but then he acclimated himself to the strange feelings. "See, Rolf, how pleasurable this can be? But perhaps such gentle stroking is too bland for a man of your experience. You might prefer more of a scratching motion!" Hilda queried as she stood beside Silas. With that, Silas began using his long fingernails to scratch the bottom of the Nordic bear's foot. Again, Rolf involuntarily moved his feet to try to get away from the relentless fingers. This time he could not make himself stop, no matter how hard he tried. He felt horrible laughter welling up inside and bit hard on his lip to quell it. "Rolf, you are not ticklish...are you? Imagine, a big fellow like you as ticklish as a schoolboy?" Hilda said with her large chubby face looming over her victim. "No! Stop it! I'm not...leave my bloody feet alone, you evil witch!" Rolf roared. "Such ingratitude! I am treating you to an ancient dark magical experience and I am rewarded with your temper." Hilda chided. Silas next dug his fingers into the crevice at the base of Rolf's toes and wiggled them. "Ahhhaa! Oh! No! I mean, OOOOH! S-stop it!" Rolf pleaded. But Silas only increased the pressure, running his fingers up and down the desperately wriggling feet. Rolf tried to keep quiet and still, but the insidious stroking was maddening. He broke out in regular bursts of laughter followed by increasingly shorter periods of self control. His heart went into his mouth when Silas began removing his now very moist socks. He curled his toes frantically to try to keep them on. Hilda stood tall. "Rolf, you see this method I am using with dear Silas's help will drive you slowly, but surely insane...mad as a hatter! And with the remnants of my "Craving Spell" still at work in you...well, let's just say in an hour or so...you'll be begging me for orders. And I have plenty of orders for you, my dear Rolf....PLENTY!" Rolf's bare feet now stuck out of the old rug, pink and vulnerable. The feet were masculine, rather large and well formed with strong, even toes and a high arch. The soles were clean looking with smooth, creamy flesh tinged with pink at the toes, balls, and heels. The instep was meaty and the tops had strong tendons leading up the lightly haired toes to the trimmed and shiny nails. Rolf inexplicably blushed as these two devils stared at his feet. He felt naked without his shoes and socks. The idea of being completely dressed except for his feet made him feel weak as a kitten. Hilda had the upper hand and his strange attraction to her made it all so sickening. He closed his mind, he wanted to scream. BUT no one could save him...no one! Hilda raised her hand high, she held a long slender black feather. The sight made Rolf very afraid. "This feather will feel so soothing, Rolf. Imagine how it will fee on the bottoms of your feet and between your little toes. You will not be able to scrunch up your toes to prevent this from taking full advantage of you. These smooth soles will SO enjoy the feather. Feel how soft it is." Hilda said as she moved down and stroked Rolf's sweating face with the feather, causing him to squirm. His whole body shuddered when the tip of the feather invaded his ear. Hilda now moved down to the feet, pushing Silas aside and started stroking the stretched-out soles. Rolf lurched and tried to move his toes away. The rolled carpet prevented any movement and only increased the torment as she now rubbed between his toes. The feather on his bare feet was driving him crazy. He felt more helpless than he had ever imagined possible. Still, he could not betray give in...what about Collin and Rex? So many people could be hurt...yet Hilda was...in charge and he could not fight anymore. He was losing his willpower second by second. She was winning. His head throbbed and his heart raced. He was seeing bright lights before his eyes now...his breath was gasping. He was laughing like a loon, and then he was sobbing for mercy. He wanted to end it...he shouted. He yelled. Hilda laughed brutally. Rolf was near passing out. He was giddy, elated...and strangely aroused. Hands undid the carpet prison and he was freed. He lay on the table panting and smiling, giggles kept issuing forth from him uncontrollably. He was going crazy...he knew it! The rest of events played out before his eyes like a surreal movie. He was led by Hilda into her dark bedroom, Silas followed. The pair stripped him roughly of all clothing, he did not resist. His cock ragged...why? He laughed about that. Why the fuck was he aroused? He didn't care...he just wanted to sleep or dance. He felt his energy rise and fall like the tide. Soon he was lying back on the big bed, Silas still fully dressed lay between his legs...sucking. His cock was raging hard and deep in Silas's mouth. It felt good....no, GREAT! He felt like he was on fire...he bare feet tingled from over stimulation and now his cock was fully electrified with sensations. Silas gave amazing head he mused delightfully to himself. Silas bobbed up and down....devouring Rolf's manhood. Hilda appeared now...her body naked. Was he repulsed? Not really...he knew that chubby nude body...vaguely. They had....been together before...and yes...he was gay, yet...he wanted her, too! Silas moved aside and Hilda sat on his rigid cock...her body consumed it. He felt like a steel rod deep in her flesh pot. She straddled him with her fat legs and moved up and down...milking him for his essence. He did not care; in fact...he enjoyed it! Her cunt squeezed his cock like a vice grip and it massaged his full length...over and over. Silas's slick shiny black haired head now moved in between his cock-rod and his Mistress's puffy moist labia, his serpent-like tongue lapped at his charging man-tool and he closed his eyes....bliss! Silas managed to strike his tongue just so as Rolf slid up and in, time and time again. He also struck tongue blows against Hilda's clit....she moaned and said words as she moved up and down...Rolf could not make them out. An incantation perhaps...who knew? Who cared! The more Hilda fucked him, the more he wanted to be hers...all hers! "Rolf, you like this? You were gay and now you're mine...you'll do all I ask...All!" Hilda incanted as she milked him with her skilled pussy. Her rhythm was unshakable as she worked. "Yes, yes...OOOOOOOHHHH! Yes!" Rolf gasped as lustful pleasures and delights blinded his common sense and willpower. His forced orgasm shot into Hilda deeply, unrelenting and supremely primal...he lay spent. Hilda moved off, Rolf felt his semi-hard cock slurp out of her wet cunt. His eyes wanted to close...he saw Hilda with a bowl, brass in colour. It looked vaguely sacrificial. His eyes wanted to close, they were so heavy. Silas stood by the foot of the bed with nude Hilda by him, she held the bowl up...Silas dropped one of Rolf's tan sweaty socks into it. He saw that! His eyes saw that! And now...was this real? Rolf shook his head. He lay watching and could not believe his eyes. Hilda had the bowl in front of her cunt...labia splayed open...was she pissing on his sock? Was she filling the bowl with piss? NO...she was forcing her inner juices out. His cum, her moistness...mixed and oozing out, out and into the bowl...drip by drip. More words, foreign and strange...his eyes wanted to close again. He forced himself not sleep but he hurt...all over. Fire....she lit fire to the bowl. The smoke filled the room and Silas and his Mistress moved like shadows dancing with the flaming bowl held high. The words sounded mischievous and evil to Rolf. And then...he heard his name...Hilda said ROLF, ROLF...Over and over! The fire sputtered and the acrid smell of burnt sock material filled his nostrils. His mind cleared...like an eraser wiping the chalk board clean. His mind centred on...HILDA! "Hilda, Hildaaaaa!" Rolf called as if by remote control. His will vanished. "My sweet Rolf, you are mine now. The "Craving Spell" has been enacted on you, too! The last act you just witnessed sealed your fate, you are mine to control!" Hilda said in a flat tone as Silas moved away, taking the bowl with him. Hilda moved her nude body to Rolf's side as he lay, gaping at her, waiting for orders. "You must go now and take Collin to your home. Pack up his belongings and move him to your home. Tell him...tell him Rex and Hilda are now a couple and he will be in the way of their happiness. He must go or Uncle Rex will be very angry, you know all this because you met with Rex today. You tell Collin he has no choice, it's your house or back to his old home. He has no choices...you are his new lover. You are then to make love to him, passionately and completely. You are to consume him and make him feel you love him and want him. If he resists you, do what you must! You want me, dear Rolf but I have Rex and you...YOU WANT COLLIN!" Hilda said all this in a very slow, careful tone. Rolf heard and knew he must please her...his sweet Hilda! "Yes, my Mistress....YES! For you, I shall do as you say." And with that Rolf stood shakily and began to redress himself minus one tan sock. "Before you go, tell me anything and EVERYTHING I need to know about Rex or Collin!" Hilda breathed as Rolf turned to face the nude MILF on the bed. "Well, Collin has been spying on his uncle using his computer and a spycam in his uncle's bookcase in the master bedroom. He's got lots of....stuff on his computer...his uncle and others...You, too! Very dangerous, Mistress!" Rolf said looking intently into Hilda's dark fiery eyes. "Silas will sort out that, as a matter of fact, he'll go with you today as a pair of extra hands or fists! DO NOT let Collin take his computer. You have him take all his other junk BUT leave the computer and spycam...I'll deal with those. Now, get Collin out of his uncle's house by tonight. I need that place all to myself...just me, Silas and Rex. A perfect gathering!" Hilda said as she stroked absentmindedly at her large right breast. A bottle of Hilda's special "magical" wine soon found its way out of a cupboard and into Rolf's shaky hands. ******************************************** The "new" Rolf unlocked the door to Rex's house, cat-like Silas stepped lightly behind him. Luckily Rolf had pocked the spare key last night before his visit to Hilda's home. He carried a small bottle of Hilda's special wine, brewed with dark magical herbs. A parting gift from Hilda as he left just moments before as he and Silas moved down the quiet street. His slightly demonic red eyes almost glowed with evil intent as his bear-like form mounted the stairs and located Collin's quiet little bedroom. Silas stayed behind in the living room, waiting for his cue. The room was dark and the curtains still unopened even though the day was bright. Collin lay in a stupor of exhaustion and complete break-down. The voice of Rolf made him jump. "Collin....my sweet man....here, sit up and take a sip of this lovely wine....I know you feel down....this will help...LOTS!" Rolf said in a tone that almost seemed like a command as he removed the small cork top. Collin had always trusted Rolf and burst out, "Where have you been? I thought you were hurt or worse. Help me!" Collin was so sleepy and not really aware of much as Rolf brought the small bottle to his lips. "Drink this....Hilda gave it to us...I am here to "nurse" you!" Collin, totally naked under the sheet, sat up and took a small sip. "Hilda? The BITCH! I should have guessed...she's got to you...you're under her spell, too!" Collin simpered. In his depressed state, he would take any help offered. He had no other ideas left. He sipped more wine as Rolf knelt on the bed above him, holding the bottle and watching eagerly. The wine went down like magic....smooth...sweet....odd tasting....but nice. Collin drank the entire contents as Rolf tipped it up for him....Rolf knew getting every drop was crucial to Hilda's plan. Rolf watched as the "tainted" wine made Collin feel woozy. Rolf clicked on the bedside light. Collin, through blurry eyes, saw bizarre Rolf's red pupils and nearly screamed. Rolf reached over and took the empty bottle away. Collin's breathing increased and he wanted to run....Rolf looked like.....a devil! Rolf's strong fingers grabbed the sheet and ripped it from Collin's shaking, naked body. Rolf laughed deeply. The light clicked out. Collin was completely numb as he felt Rolf move upon him, grabbing, kissing....squeezing. His now rather evil voice crooned. "Collin...listen to me.....obey....ME! You are mine now....ALL MINE! Forget your Uncle Rex.....listen only to me! You are moving in with me....you are my lover....and you obey me!" Collin felt his will drain away....he felt weak and under a strange influence. "Yes, Rolf.....you are my lover.....my LOVE!" Collin felt the words leave his lips and he actually began to believe it....fully! Collin felt a sudden rush of sexual energy fill him and he gazed into the glowing eyes of his boss, his new lover! Collin's cock grew rigid between them and it felt so good! Rolf shed his clothing and joined Collin in the small bed...and let his tongue fully explore his new lover's open mouth. Collin enjoyed the warmth....the sensations....he gave in....and Rolf conquered this new territory with ease. Collin moved down and swallowed Rolf's thick, uncut cock, tasting his warm pre-cum and wanting his new lover in all ways possible. The "new" Rolf took full advantage and put Collin through his paces. The demonic force inside had much sexual stamina and Collin found Rolf very passionate indeed....more like a ravenous, randy stranger, fully potent...not all like the Rolf of the day before! Silas, having moved upstairs, now hovered silently outside the small bedroom and took in the delicious sounds of passionate lovemaking. Collin and Rolf....fully under Hilda's magic....each had a rapturous orgasm before Collin was instructed to pack all his clothes into three huge suitcases. Silas stepped in, looking gleeful. Collin was at first afraid and then....he didn't care. Naked Collin stood and moved to begin to take his computer from its resting place and Silas grabbed his thin arm, Silas's strong grip hurt him. "Don't touch that. Mistress Hilda has need of it!" "Sweet Love, I'll buy you a new one...tomorrow. I want you completely happy in your new home with me!" Rolf added as his nude form strained up off the bed as he moved to locate his strewn clothing. Silas ogled the pair. His sexual lust was always on fire. He moved over and kissed bear-like Rolf seductively on the mouth, full on...tongues clashing. Collin watched them, his mind pivoted from fear of Silas to a strange attraction. "I'll be visiting you two very soon, to check up on how you are getting on...I'll make myself at home in every way!" Silas breathed, his dark thin form moving around and caressing the now erect Rolf all over with his claw-like hands. "Come Rolf, dress and write a letter to Rex. Remember, make it very convincing!" Silas hissed as he moved away towards the bedroom door. ************************ With Rolf lugging two suitcases and Collin ambling along with one, the pair vanished down the street...Silas watched, smiled and shut Rex's living room curtain again. The hour had been well spent. Silas held Rolf's handwritten letter to Rex in one hand and the spare key to the house in the other. He read the letter again just to make sure Mistress Hilda would be pleased. "Dear Rex, Collin is gone. He is with me. You need to be with Hilda, we both know it. Collin agrees and does not want to stand in your way. We shall be happy working together in my shop and living in my home. I love Collin, he's so precious. Enjoy your freedom. Enjoy Hilda! Love, Rolf" Silas grinned widely. This was perfect. He began to clean the house, room by room as Hilda had ordered. Collin's old room would now be his; at least Hilda felt it should be. Rex needed a keeper until she and Rex married...Hilda had it all worked it! Silas laughed to himself, she was a real powerhouse and got what she wanted. He liked that...a lot! Rex's master bedroom, even the disused small attached bathroom next to the wardrobe...more like a little box room, soon shined and he had made the footed bath tub ready for use again. Silas was thorough, Hilda insisted on that! Collin's room was next and soon tidy; the computer was all that remained. The room looked almost as if nephew Collin never existed. Silas sat down and booted up the computer, no passwords...straight on. Collin was such a twit! Silas giggled to himself. The hard-drive was not huge and soon Silas found a file, a file of movie clips...The Uncle Rex surveillance files practically since Collin had moved in. Silas moved the mouse and clicked the first movie open. Dim, not overly clear...but obviously Rex's bedroom and Rex...Silas watched hungrily. This was fun! Silas's mobile phone buzzed in his trouser pocket, he fumbled and answered quickly. "Mistress, hello!" Silas listened intently as Hilda praised his work; she had seen the pair leave an hour or so ago and told him to completely move into Collin's old room while she finished her weekend with Rex at the inn. They would be home soon, Sunday night and all would be well. Silas agreed and assured Mistress Hilda he would gather his belongings from his other accommodation and make the switch ASAP. Silas also reassured Hilda that the computer and all the files was now theirs. "Wonderful! Look through it, keep it all. I want to see what Rex has been up to. Collin was a little creep but this was a handy little upside to his foul brief stay here at his uncle's house!" Hilda barked forcefully as she moved to lock the front door of her house and return as quickly as she could to the inn and her darling REX! Silas once more gazed at the image of Rex on the screen. He reached down for his thin, long cock...his foreskin tight from phimosis. He played with himself through his trouser material. Rex made his cock hard and very wet. He knew he must fetch his belongings and make the move BUT Rex was so inviting. Even as a flickering image...he had strong appeal to Silas. Living here now was a gift, a dream come true! *********************** Hilda arrived as the afternoon was drawing to a close and the Mayfair House Bed and Breakfast stood silent before here. She moved up the front steps and tried the handle of the ornate front door only to find it locked and a sign in the small door glass announcing simply, "Closed". The out of breath MILF shuttered. Why was it locked? Her mind raced. What had Barbara done to Rex? The round bodied witch moved like lightening down the side alley and out to the rear of the building. The whole place looked too quiet to Hilda. She stood in her silken black kimono style dress and placed her hands to her ample hips in frustration. What to do? Her mind was a blank. She noted the curved rear section of the lower floor that contained the sun room; her eyes fixed upon a slightly raised window sash...only an inch...but unlocked! She knew she could manage to enter there. It was only about two feet off the ground. She wiggled through a hedge, scratching her arms dreadfully. A quick upward thrust brought the sash skyward and a mighty boost from her squat legs moved her heavy form inward...thump! Hilda hit the carpet sun room floor. She was in, bruised and scratched but in! The inn was so quiet. The sun room startled Hilda almost immediately. She saw clothing strewn here, there...everywhere! Men's and women's articles of apparel all over the place...sadly, she almost cried out as she saw Rex's clothing from yesterday among the discarded items. Hilda moved over and plucked up one long dark gold-toed sock from the edge of the carpet. She held it tightly to her nose and breathed in the scent, the scent of Rex. His manly warm leathery scent pervaded the soft silky fabric and tugged at Hilda's heartstrings. Where was Rex? Why was he nude? And who was with him? Hilda's mind now flamed with fury and question after question emerged like neon lights before her mind's eye. Without a further thought, Hilda charged up the main stairway...she saw room after room...empty. She knew Rex would be in Barbara's chamber...her once dearest friend and now...hated rival! The room at the top of the house was locked...Hilda tried the handle. Locked tight! Hilda stood, panting...and placed her ear against the old wooden door and listened carefully and with mounting dread. She heard voices...sounds...men...women....REX! She heard Rex! Hilda slapped the door once, twice. "REX....come to me! REX!" The sounds inside grew quiet and then... "Go away, Hilda. We're busy!" Barbara's cackling voice crooned from within. And then giggles, whispers and the sound of jolting bed springs. Hilda collapsed down, her knees giving way as she fell. Her head lolled against the door as she listened and tears rolled down her cheeks as she sat on the carpet. Hilda knew the spell was being modified by Barbara...she would have to share Rex with the world! She was dear to him, yes...but not his one and only! Not anymore! ********************************** Rex, torn by hearing the pleading whimpers of his darling Hilda just outside the door, moved backward step by step as Barbara walked slowly, menacingly towards him. Her thin body draped in that alluring black dress moving closer and closer. His naked body responding as if on cue, "The Craving Spell" working still but becoming slightly muddled with Barbara's strong magical forces; forces that were making Rex feel alive sexually to any and all! A sexual paragon! Nellie and Boris grabbed hold of Rex's strong arms and together all fell back onto the large inviting bed. The jolting bed springs shrieking loudly with the combined weight of the three nude figures. Barbara moved over them and smiled. Her face lit only by candlelight. Pale and ghostlike she hovered over her three willing players. Rex's long uncut manhood lay rigid against his rusty red pubic bush and pointed upward toward his glowing mature face. His thoughts of Hilda now mixed with driving lusts for Barbara, Nellie and sexy old Boris. He wanted them all! Two nimble pairs of hands began to stroke his smooth face, then on to his furry chest and down along his flat stomach. The impromptu massage only fired Rex's passions and his cock oozed its traditional stream of pre-cum forming a small pool just by his bellybutton. Nellie and Boris happily lay alongside the stud and enjoyed pleasing him in every way. Barbara watched and approved. The black dress dropped away and fully naked she moved down between Rex's muscular legs which hung off the edge of the large bed. Kneeling before his parted thighs she spoke softly, "You both have enjoyed Rex downstairs and now, my loves, it's my turn!" Nellie and Boris each lifted one of Rex's meaty legs upward, pulling his knees toward his head. Rex's delightfully furry ass crack opened to the old witch and she smiled broadly. Diving face forward, she vanished between his shapely ass cheeks. The look of sheer bliss quickly crossed over Rex's handsome face as the two elderly leg bearers gazed on! Rex's bare feet waggled above the bed and his toes flexed in spasms of pleasure as Barbara showed Rex why she ruled the coven; her silver tongue was not only good at oration...indeed! Her tongue was a master of ALL oral arts! Much More to CUM!!! Write me: derekjames57@yahoo.com