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Hex
Through her fingertips she casts a pretty little spell
It fills with words she feels about a petty little devil
Replaced by her blind rage, a hex slips past her lips
Never piss off a Pagan Witch!
~Pyrrha~
Aren’t witches divine? I actually thought about being Wiccan but there was just too fucking much to learn and I didn’t want it bad enough. I have an Aunt who is Wiccan and she is crazy as fuck. Not a bad crazy but a fun crazy. I wish I got to see her more because I actually do care and love her. She is nothing like my Mother. When she does come to visit me we always go out together, and I have to say my Aunt is one fine looking woman. She has tits to die for!
Luckily for me she is coming over tonight for Halloween. She said that she has some potions that she made and wants to try out. One of them is supposed to make any guy fall in love with you. What a load of crap, but it is Halloween so who knows, maybe Witch’s potions work on this day. I wish she could brew something up to make my tits bigger than they are, or make my pussy irresistible to any man I want to fuck. I would love to have that happen. So much cock, any time I wanted with just a simple look? I would have a shit load of married women pissed at me, I already do but even more so.
Anyway, her and I will be out looking for dick tonight along with having a lot of drinks. So if you see us, make sure you cover your drink up, because my witchy Aunt might want to keep you for herself and put her potion in your beer.
So. Much. Sambucca. I have to say, as I type this my fucking head is just throbbing! I went out with Tiff last night, I think she was actually trying to kill me, she bought me so many damn shots. When I first woke up this morning I really couldn’t remember too much. All I knew is that the panties that I had on were not mine. So that meant at some point I must of been naked. I took a shower, then called Tiff. She sounds just like I feel.
She told me that last night we went to some guy’s house with him and his buddies. We were drinking, then we were escorted into a bedroom. One of the guys asked if we were okay because if we didn’t want anything to happen nothing would. You guys know me, even if I couldn’t give consent I really wouldn’t care. Anyway, Tiff said that I started to act weird and for me that is saying something.
She told me that I started to call one of the guys, “Daddy” and started talking in this little girl voice. What. The. Fuck. I have never in my life had done that before. She said that one of the guys got really into with me, he had me suck my thumb, sit on his lap, talk in baby talk, and I was just going along with it. The other guys and her went into another room because apparently it was a little bit weird for all of them.
She said she would come in to check on me once in a while and at one point when she came into the room I was sitting in the corner because I had been bad. That made me laugh. I wonder what I did. Another time she came in I was sucking his cock like mad while he stroked my hair and called me his good girl. She knew we actually fucked because the guy was super loud.
After she hung up I was drinking my coffee. I looked into the toaster at my reflection and started to laugh. I have never ever been a Daddy’s girl and also I couldn’t imagine me speaking in a baby voice while I fucked “Daddy.” Oh Sambucca you really fucked with me last night.
I was walking down the street minding my own business when I heard moaning, then a slap. I was like, “What. The. Fuck.” I stopped and listened for a few seconds, I didn’t hear anything, so I started to walk again. I was only a few feet away from Tabatha’s house when I heard it again, this time louder. I had no clue what the fuck was going on, but I wanted to find out. I stood there for about ten minutes then I heard someone call someone a “fucking cum slut”. Someone was having a good time, that was for sure. I laughed a little bit then went back and knocked on Tabatha’s door.
I had to wait for about five minutes before she opened up. I went in and was telling her what I heard on my way to her house and she said, “Oh shit! I forgot to close the window. How loud was it?” I looked at her. She said that she had a couple of ‘friends’ over and they were having some fun, but she didn’t realize that they had been so loud. We walked into her kitchen and there were a few guys sitting around drinking beer. They all said Hi when she introduced me.
She didn’t mention that she could be heard, so I did. One guy almost spit his beer out. I asked them what exactly where they doing, and finally one of the guys said, “Want to find out?” I looked at Tabatha and she walked up to me and started to kiss me. It took me by surprise because Tab and I have been friends for a long time, and she had never kissed me before. I kissed her back, one of the guys got behind me as he kissed the back of my neck, I could already feel him getting hard against my ass. Another guy got behind Tab.
We were just feeling each other up, my hands on her tits, her’s going down into my panties to finger my clit, the guys pulling our clothes off. Both her and I were bent right over her kitchen table and ass fucked. Their cocks were so meaty. They filled my ass up so nicely. The only time I stopped taking a hard dick in my ass is when I was sucking off my ass juice and cum from their shafts before being slammed in my ass again and again.
One of the guys was the slapper. He was slapping my ass and calling me names. He would even have me repeat them to him until he filled my tight hole with all his hot cum. For some reason it came into my head that the window was still open and I was wondering if anyone was listening to us. Which just made the whole ass fucking party even hotter.
Oh man did I ever pull of the impossible. There is this one guy who I hook up with a lot. I know he is married, and do I give a fuck? Nope. Not only am I fucking him regularly but I fuck a lot of guys regularly. How was I supposed to know I was also fucking his son. His son asked me to come to his house for lunch. He told me that his parents are always asking him when he will get a girlfriend, blah blah blah, and he was sick of it. He asked me if I would go to lunch at his house and pretend to be his steady girlfriend just to get them off his back. I didn’t have anything going on so I accepted. Hey free food is free food.
We had to spend some time together so I could get to know him, sorta like cramming for a test. He came to pick me up, he wasn’t pleased with what I was wearing but tough shit, I wear what I wear. His Mom opened the door and gave me the biggest hug, oh boy, I was going to hate this. She grabbed me and took me into their kitchen so that I could help her put the food on the table. This women went all out, I have never seen so much damn food for four people. I heard the door open and I heard my “date” talking to another guy so I assumed it was his Dad.
I was carrying the rolls to the table when his Dad came around the corner, and I started to laugh. He looked like he was going to fucking die right there. If you hadn’t guessed it was the Married guy. I was going to eat dinner with two guys I was fucking who turned out to be related. This was going to be weird, but fun. I played it up by leaning into the son, putting my arm around him, telling funny stories about our times together, all the while the Dad was dead quiet. His wife even asked him if he was feeling ill at one point.
When it was time to leave the Mom gave me another huge hug, and I gave his Dad one. I felt him tense up when I did. The whole thing was fucking funny. As soon as I was out the door I received a text, it was the Dad telling me that he wanted to see me. I told him that I had to fuck his son first, but if he could wait a little bit I could have him come over for sloppy seconds.
You have to take risks, you have to take every opportunity that you can. So when my date asked me to get into his bathtub I was intrigued. He told me to get comfortable so I thought he meant, take off your clothes since we were in the bedroom and he had already gone down on me in his living room. Made perfect sense to me. I was just climbing up onto the bed when he said, “Can you do me a favor? Can you get into the tub?”
I can only imagine what the face I pulled looked like, but he said, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I told him that it was fine. I have picked up guys in bars before and sometimes they have unusual requests when I got back to their place, or to my favorite Motel. This was just a new one. I asked if he wanted me to put my clothes back on. He went over to his dresser and pulled out these leg warmers and asked me to put them on. Uh, was this going to be some 80’s fetish? I didn’t know, but I put them on.
He helped me into his tub, he was already getting hard so I was thinking it was the leg warmers, so I lifted my legs up to give him a better look. He was stroking his cock and looking at my legs. Just so you know, holding your legs up in the air while you are in a tub is a bit uncomfortable on your tailbone. I went to put my legs down for just a second to adjust my position and he grabbed my feet, stepped into the tub, then pressed his cock between my insteps. He started to hump my feet, I was trying not to bang my head on the rim of the tub. Then, without warning, he came all over my face. Okay. If that is what you were into that’s great, but warn a bitch next time.
I went to wipe it off and he stopped me, he pulled one of the leg warms off my right leg then wiped off the cum with it. He then wiped off his cock, then slipped it back onto my leg. I wasn’t sure if I should move or what. He held his hand out to me and I stood up. We did this over and over again, and to be honest I was getting seriously pissed because he just kept cumming on my face then wiping it off, all the while my pussy is being neglected! Not fair if you ask me. Not at all. I finally said that I had to go, he said okay, but he wanted to do one more thing. Finally, I was going to have some dick in my cunt … Nope! He sat me down on the bed and told me to make him suck the cum off the leg warmer, and to be stern about it.
I left shortly afterward, he asked me if he could call me. I said, “No.” Then left. It wasn’t because of his fetish, it was because he didn’t pay any attention to my juicy fuckable pussy. When I got home I broke out some toys and had to do it myself. I think it was pretty shitty of him to leave me hanging like that, I seriously had a case of blue balls and I do not even have balls, so you know it was bad.
What up bitches?!? You will never guess what happened to me last night. I think it is pretty fucking funny because apparently I need “saving”. First of all I have to give you a very short backstory. On occasion I hook up with a Minister’s son. Wow, shortest short backstory ever. We have been fucking off and on for a couple of years. I do it not because he is gifted in the cock department it is simply because I hate his Father. I hate what he stands for, I hate how he thinks he is better than the people in our neighborhood, I hate how he looks down at the homeless, I hate that he isn’t Christian like in the least. Neither am I, but I don’t say I am then act in a different way. The man is a fucking hypocrite.
His son is good looking though, so it makes up for the cock situation. I usually go for very large dicks, but in this case I have made an acceptation based solely on principle. There we were, in his Dad’s bed, fucking away, we never heard his Dad come home. Next thing the door was kicked open. He rushed in, grabbed his son, yanked him off of me, then tossed my clothes at me, and hauled his son out of the room. I took a few pics, and sent them to his son. I heard good ole Holy Dad yelling asking his son what he was looking at on his phone.
Then I heard him yelling again but this time he was coming back down the hall toward his bedroom. I put my phone down and calmly started to get dressed. He came in, looked at me, I smiled and blew him a kiss. He called me a slut, a sex demon who was tempting his son. A sex demon? I sorta liked that. I am pretty sure that I wasn’t just tempting his son, since Mr. Holy’s cock was clearly getting hard.
He told me that I needed Jesus in my life, that I need to be saved from myself. He was angry that we were having sex in his bed, but he was more angry about the fact that our souls were in jeopardy. What a load of shit. He didn’t care about our soul, he was fucking jealous that his son was fucking my hot cunt and not him. His cock was getting harder and harder. I started to laugh a little bit, which just made him angrier. Then it really got funny. His face was so red, he started yelling louder. I told him to just calm the fuck down, I would leave.
As I was walking by his son I stopped to kiss him deeply and grope his cock through his boxers. His Dad started to yell all over again. I walked out the door knowing that if I wanted I could fuck the Dad. Maybe I should, maybe I should put his soul in jeopardy too, I might as well have some company in hell, apparently that is where I will be going.
Being fisted fucking hurts! For a few minutes that is, then you get accustomed to it. When the person who does it doesn’t give you any warning that is a whole other story. I was with this guy I met on Tinder, because we all know that Tinder is just for hooking up, and if you don’t and you are trying to find the love of your life on it, then boy are you in for a huge surprise.
His name was Calvin, or Damion, or Cameron, his name isn’t important. What is important is that we were fucking. The dude really knew his stuff. He went from being all tender to being a fuck monster off and on all night. He had just fucked me in the ass and I was reaching for my water bottle so that I could rehydrate, when I felt all four of his fingers try to slip into my ass. He pushed so fucking hard. I actually lost my breath for a second. I turned my head around and told him that he wanted to do that he would have to wait a few minutes. He took his fingers back out, slapped my ass then laid down next to me.
I asked him what the hell that was all about, because I would of done anything he wanted, he didn’t have to surprise me like that. He said he was sorry, but he always wanted to try fisting someone and was caught up in all the sex, so he thought he would go for it. He said nobody would ever let him try, I told him no wonder if that is how you go about it, just flip someone over and bang your fist into their ass, they might just get a little upset.
I told him that he would need lube and then he would need to listen to my instructions because if he did that again I was going to chew his dick off. He left to go get some as I waited. When he got back he was already hard. He stripped, then got on the bed with the lube. I got on all fours again and told him to first, lube up my ass, and go slow. After I was relaxed, I told him to lube up his hand. I had him go slow, first fingers, then tuck in the thumb, press in, slowly pull his fingers toward the palm of his hand, then let his thumb out, then push with steady pressure. He came right away. We tried again after about thirty minutes, this time he lasted for a longer time. We did it a few more times and I have to say he really enjoyed himself. I might have to try to find him again, I gave him my number but it really wasn’t my number, it was a made up one.
I get in these moods. Where the cum that I get just isn’t enough. Do you know that at one point I was on this self help kick where I actually tried to sort myself out? Yeah, went to meetings and every thing. Only lasted a few days because I came to realize that I wasn’t broken to begin with. I just love cock and cum, big fucking deal.
I learned something new, and I think that I am going to do it more and more. Just another thing to add to my many addictions. I was at a party last night, a lot of lean was in effect, I love that shit. There we were drinking, one by one people started to leave, I was going to head out too when Joey grabbed me and asked me to stay. I thought that was weird since Joey can’t stand me. I stayed anyway if nothing more than to irritate him with my presence.
Eventually it was just the two of us. He asked me if I could do him a favor. I said no. He used the word ‘please’, I bet that hurt him deeply. I gave in after about one hour of drinking more and him not shutting up. I asked him what he needed. He told me that he promised someone that he owes money too that he could find a girl who was freaky. I raised my hand, because that was me.
There I was in some random guy’s apartment with Joey. They were talking in another room while I sat there, just looking around. They came back, I was told to lay down, I did, I was told to stay, like a fucking pet. I see this other guy give Joey a handshake and the fucker leaves. Okay, right, sure, just fucking leave me. I am thinking this is stupid, so I get up and go to walk out and this other guy says, “I hear you love cum.” I turned right back around and went and sat down.
Here was the deal, dude has a fetish. He pays guys to cum in condoms then he gets off watching girls drink and suck the cum from them while he masturbates. Hey whatever, I was wondering how the hell he could have cum in condoms. I mean that shit dries up, it isn’t wet after a bit. He says that I don’t have to worry about that, he can get fresh cum in condoms otherwise I was right, it wouldn’t work. I went back that night, and dude had so many god damned condoms. All I had to do was get the cum out of the condom. I have to say it was pretty damn fun. I didn’t care who the cum was from, I didn’t care what it tasted like, and I didn’t care that he gave me his own cum filled condom after he came the first time.
I was there for a few hours, once in a while this guy would come in the apartment and leave a cooler then leave again. Dude just texted him again when he needed more filled condoms. I started to laugh at one point because I had this quick image of all these cocks hooked up to one of those milking machines just so this guy could bust a nut. Anyway, I had a great time, he had a great time, and I have a new kink. Thank you Joey.