Chapter 6

 

 

Late in the day, after her work shift had ended, Drew made her way to the forest to get there for the time arranged with the woman. She expected her visit to the woods was going to be something to remember, and with the woman dropping hints about a wish being fulfilled and the fact Kyle Darkley had cut work inexplicably a few hours before, Drew wasn’t that surprised once she approached their usual spot deep in the woods to catch sight of the man of her dreams standing beside the conservatively dressed woman.

“Whatcha doing here?” Drew asked strolling up to Kyle, knowing the answer but asking anyway.

“I don’t really know,” Kyle murmured, his eyes empty of any emotion. “All I know is, I had to be here.”

His gaze stayed put, not following Drew as she came over to the woman. “Is it true then?”

“You know it is,” the woman said, completely impersonal. “Just tell him what you want.”

Smiling Drew turned to the man, quickly paced up to him. Her hands, her body trembled. She looked him over with affection, and savoured his long heavily gelled-back hair, the pretty features, the hard muscled body she wanted to see nude.

“Take off all your clothes quickly,” Drew said, not too confidently, the quiver that was always there whenever she spoke to her manager still in her voice.

She watched him briskly undoing all the buttons on his shirt then flinging it aside, yanking down his pants and boxers and kicking them away. In an instant she was feeling his pecs, run her enthralled gaze down his gym-honed stomach, gazed in disbelief at his big biceps. He’d pumped all the muscles in his legs to world-class sprinter standard, the only thing that wasn’t rigid and hard was, disappointedly, his penis. Drew grabbed it and gave him a dozen brisk strokes, but it didn’t seem to change anything. Over her shoulder she gave the woman a despairing stare.

“You can order men to do anything you want,” the woman explained, “but sometimes the true nature of some gives them away. No worries, whatever their inclination there’s one sure way of bringing that part of their body to life. Bend over,” she directed, throwing her commanding voice to the young man.

Drew watched the fortyish woman walk behind Kyle, right by his stout quadriceps and symmetrical butt-cheeks – she’d never seen such a firm appetising rear. Wetting a finger with spit the woman eased it into Kyle’s asshole. Inside ten seconds she’d gotten most of her digit in his bunghole. Then started bringing it back and forth; she simulated the fucking action of a cock, fingertip substituted for head, always leaving a little bit inside each occasion she drew back. Teased his hole far enough to get another digit inside. The women heard the man cry out, “No, please, no,” an automated response, the woman explained to the teenaged girl. He didn’t really mean it. His grunts proved how much he was enjoying the experience and, if the girl wanted further proof, the woman suggested she take a walk round to his front.

Doing as the woman suggested Drew glanced down, her eyes wide open. Kyle’s penis was fully erect, his eyelet moist. Drew knelt and pumped the long meaty rod in her cupped hand. She ordered Kyle to straighten up. Her hand clutching his rigid left quad, and three fingers of the woman’s hand working vigorously in his butt-hole, Drew placed her lips around his exposed penis head. Her mouth took it like a lollipop, sucking it like she was taking out all the sugary juice. Another “No, please, no,” as she rubbed her lips up and down the glans. At the same time she stroked his balls one by one, shifting them up and down, feeling the shapes they made as she played with them in her hand.

Gradually she got more and more of his penis in her mouth, thinking she was going to choke on it – gagging on his head. She slipped a comfy amount of his manhood to and fro in her mouth and wondered if his little cries were down to her mouth or the woman. Drew slid her lips on his piece of meat quickly, to the back of her mouth each time. His thick rod was soaking wet from the saliva she dribbled.

Holding his stiff member by the head with one hand she pushed it up and craned down to his balls. Turned on by their hairiness she licked greedily. The sweat on his scrotum - the whiff of which Drew found redolent with his buff masculinity – tasted good to her. With a fold of meat of one of the balls in between her teeth she sucked hard, taking the ball by the skin into her mouth.

She was almost ready for Kyle to fuck her but not before he did something for her that would make the experience even better. Used to the considerate and knowledgeable touch of the woman as far as Drew was concerned going straight to intercourse without the preliminaries was never going to be an option. She instructed Kyle on what exactly she wanted, and turned her back on him.

Getting on one knee he yanked on the panties, pulling them down her pale legs. With his right hand running smoothly down the length of her silky thigh and to her rounded calf he put his mouth to her ass and kissed the bare cheek. She felt his warm breath on her goose-bumped skin. Spread her legs further apart, prompting him to put his fingers in her.

He found her clit easily, protruding from her taut sex folds. Stroked it like he was polishing a button. Looked up to her slender curves at the hips, to her tight-cheeked ass. He kissed it again, the same time easing a spittle-wet fingertip in between her close-fitting labia.

She panted, asking him breathlessly to stick it in further. Kyle poked his finger in to the knuckle, left it still for no more than six seconds then drew it back, then in. Back and in. Drew cried out enthusiastically as he introduced another two fingers – she certainly wasn’t loose, but his fingers worked with little resistance.

Pausing only to reposition herself each time Kyle Darkley moved, the older woman continued buggering him. Got a pained groan on a particularly nasty jab inside his asshole, deep enough to forcefully push through a taut wall of intestinal lining. Thick tree branches rustled overhead, a gentle cool breeze flitting across the three bodies in the forest clearing. The woman’s exterior coldness had evaporated. An upward tug at the corners of her lips betrayed her enjoyment and a childish mischief. A quick jerk back of her buggering hand and she knew she could rip Kyle inside. The dark thought helped bring on a wet patch right through her panties crotch.

“Kyle, I know you really want it,” Drew purred, his hand still moving between her legs. Struck by how quickly everything had fallen into place, becoming his woman and mistress without any resistance, Drew realised it wasn’t necessary to keep on feeding him instructions. So after reminding him how he’d avoided her in the past like she had two monster heads, to hear him come back with, “That’s true, but now I want to be your slave,” didn’t seem strange.

“Shit, my pussy’s really wet now. Haven’t you come yet?” Drew asked, turning round to him, wide-eyed and giddy. She reached out for his eight inches of thick meat, the head a delicate pale coral. “Oh well, let mommy do it for you.”

She took control. Got him on his back on the grass and leaves, her legs wrapping around his calves. He looked up in silence – an empty look - to her sitting astride his legs, facing him. His member up straight Drew cupped a hand around it, pressed down hard on the skin just above the base and unpeeled more of his head. Gave him a few vigorous upward strokes the same time she spat in a palm then wiped it down his pole. Without mentioning what she was about to do, sat up and got on top of him, gently easing his cock inside her main crevice.

Rising and falling in a steady motion Drew glanced to Kyle’s hard-muscled torso, the sight of his inflated pecs, broad shoulders and manly six-pack enough to make her swoon. Riding him she tossed her head back and moaned in obvious delight. Her vaginal tissues and muscles cramped snugly around his penis.

She leaned over him, thrusting herself against his pubic bone, bumping and grinding. Craning his neck up and sliding her T-shirt up off her chest he got a hard nipple in his mouth, traced the outline of the bud with the tip of his tongue. She paused, missing a stroke, held herself dead still to relish the quiver in her clitoris. Completely down, her tender insides pressed all along the length of his enormous cock.

She rode him faster and faster; he dropped his head and let his breath go. Drew moaned excitedly, making a lot more noise than the sexual partners he was used to. On his tightly enveloped shaft the sharp friction was a delight and now and then – frequent enough to make him gasp and grunt what seemed like twenty times inside a minute – the squeeze of her internal muscles made it a desperate struggle for him to keep his discharge from bursting.

Her breath came out in long drawn-out groans, her head, so much of which was covered by her purplish hair, bobbing as her eyes closed tightly with her intolerably delicious pleasure. Water drops coming off overhead branches sprinkled Kyle’s bare chest and he muttered loudly, “Oh, sweetheart, you’re so beautiful. I love you, Drew, I love you!”

Panting, Drew put her head down by his left shoulder, stretched out her arms, her front against his chest, and tried to relax and hold the moment. Shoved far in the back of her mind she knew how she’d gotten her way with Kyle, but for a time it felt real. A gorgeous man spread out naked on the grass only for her, and he was doing it because of his love. Then Drew pulled up, suddenly self-conscious of the fully clothed woman starring down, leaving just his pale coral glans precariously nuzzled in her taut vulva. Fell back on his penis in a straddling position, her spine only slightly bent, and began riding him again. Within three minutes he shot inside her, a thick wad of his discharge spilling out onto his upper thigh.

Pulling up off of him Drew flicked a look at his penis. Disappointingly, it had gone significantly flaccid almost straight after he’d come.

“Do you have to keep on sticking your fingers in his butt to hold an erection?” Drew said reproachfully, with anger.

“Even that wouldn’t do any good now,” the woman replied, her expression faintly amused with her gaze on the limp member in question. “It used up a lot of Empusa’s power to hold him rigid as long as it did. Frankly, he’s not the right man for you. I’ve known entranced men who fucked all through the night because that was their true nature. But unless you changed your body and appearance into one more pleasing for him, he was never going to last long. You’re not his type, I’m afraid.”

“Then what good is the power if I can’t get more out of a stud like him?” Drew yammered sulkily. “What a waste,” she added, glancing distastefully at his used up cock.

“Next time choose more pertinently. There are many men who’d willingly fuck anything in a skirt; let’s just say Kyle is a little too fussy,” the woman said, her smile mischievous. “No matter, there’s other ways you can have fun with him. Don’t you want to get your own back for all the times he blanked you? Even under your power in his slave state he can’t oblige you. How insulting is that? Now’s it’s payback time. Zombie-like he maybe, but he can still feel. Why don’t you really hurt him?”

“Yeah, I think I will,” Drew replied, a bitter anger in the inflection. She glanced around. Then remembered the woman’s handbag and the toys she kept there. “You got anything I can use?”

First the woman showed the girl a metal gates of hell penis ring. Inside the ring were tiny metal spikes, close together like the teeth of a hairbrush. Drew snapped at the man to get up. He got to his feet quickly. With a sour face Drew lifted the limp penis and clipped the ring shut around the root. Immediately the man yelped, his eyes shut tight. The spikes nipped into the skin and drew minute spots of blood.

Next came a riding crop. Drew took it eagerly. Cruelty shone in her eyes.

“Now I can understand why you never returned a single glance,” Drew shouted at her manager. “You’re not a man. You preferred it when she treated you like a woman. Big as you are, you’re the sissy, the woman of the relationship. Boy, was I stupid, unless I had a dick I never had a chance!”

Her words were spat out rather than mouthed. Drew ordered him to bend over. To really show her his ass by wiggling it about. Quickly – so fast he’d only been in place only a couple of seconds – he heard the distinctive sound of the crop whishing towards him. Kyle trembled, a rush of air he sensed and then felt honing in on his hard globular cheeks. The in-coming swing was a long one and ended with the lethal rod horizontal across his buttocks. His immediate cry signalled his pain, the sound the riding crop made on contact with his firm seat almost as loud.

Tears showed in his eyes. His teeth chomped as a thwack caught him high on a single cheek. He cried out like a schoolgirl, childish wails bringing an exhilarated quiver through Drew’s slim body.

Drew’s dark nipples were clearly detectible through the flimsy cotton T-shirt snug tight against her small, firm bosoms. Without support and too small to sag, they naturally thrust upward, moving about only a little as she swung the riding crop aimed at Kyle’s ass with all her strength.

Angrily Drew made the stiff riding crop swish through the air. She concentrated on his bottom. So much of it made up of pure muscle it was like striking tough leather. Unleashing heavy blows on the very tight cheeks she cut it open again and again, fine cuts filling with blood very quickly. A vicious strike on top of a wound intensified his pain and released a trickle. Originating from behind him a flurry of sharp blows and blurted-out anger. Drew sounded completely irrational and demented. The gist of it was he’d disrespected her, secretly lusted after young men working in the coffee shop, and for that he needed to be punished severely. The unforgiving riding crop walloped hard.

Drew glimpsed the huge blotch on his behind; the prevailing red that had suffused the cheeks completely by the third or fourth blow. She let the snappy instrument whip through the air without making contact. The consequence of the empty jangle made the girl smile: Kyle’s shoulders leapt regardless. Discipline and domineering play were pressing her buttons, but her power to do as she pleased was a big turn-on.

The riding stick tore into his posterior, the slight pause before the renewed attack making the crack feel somehow more damaging. Instinct made his hands go for his hot behind, thrusting up and away from the danger area as swiftly as the riding crop swept in. There was a speck of blood on his fingertip. Seeing it made him dizzy, till an excruciatingly agonizing smack across his butt-cheeks brought up his head – the scream was his loudest by far.

She put a finger between her legs the same time she trained the riding crop on his back. Stroked herself just inside the length of her lips, and thumbed her clit. Why was it (Drew wondered), she was able to get herself wet a lot easier than Kyle had managed? Her hand slipped comfortably deep in her slit. To herself she admitted making love with a woman had been considerably more enjoyable than anything Kyle had delivered. If that was all men could do for her then perhaps it was better without them. Men were there only for her amusement, she decided, there as a freaky sideshow. The thought of having Kyle under her control with another equally attractive man and ordering them both to have gay sex together, oral and anal, then getting them to take turns whipping each other. All of it sounded fun. It turned her on.

“The power you’re been given,” the woman remarked close to the action, “isn’t as strong as it could be. I can feel it wearing thin. It’s time for you to go.”

Turning away from Kyle’s torn-up back Drew let her riding crop arm go slack. “Can’t I stay with you?” Drew pleaded, darting an affectionate look toward the woman’s eyes.

The woman glanced in the direction of the inviting snatch, the outer lips spread open by the girl’s fingers. She seemed to hesitate. A pause while her face hardened. “No time,” she looked at Drew intently, “you have to leave. Don’t worry, we’ll have other good times together.”

Reluctantly, the girl started to leave.