STRANGER MAGIC

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STRANGER MAGIC

PRELUDE

If you were a more daring tourist you might venture out on foot from the never ending party of Bourbon Street, and in a couple of blocks you would feel the poverty and taste a bite of fear. Men and women who come from a different world than you would stand and look at you from black faces and white eyes. The sound of Jazz would still be in the air but it would not be the tight rehearsed sound of the French Quarter you just left. This sound grinds like sweet gritty pearls on you’re ears.
Two blocks deeper and you might wonder if you are still in America. It has all the same traits as any ghetto in America but there is more than just oppression, fear and poverty, there is also a whiff of magic. Signs for magic and voodoo shops can still be seen but not in tourist trap alleys off of Bourbon Street, these places are in small houses with weed strewn postage stamp yards. You would notice the roof patches and boarded windows on the houses stubborn enough to resist Katrina’s rage and the rubble of the houses that did not have the heart or foundation to withstand the surge.
Another block and you are without a doubt lost. Those white eyes have turned from curious glances to hunting stares. If you stopped to get your bearings and understand that danger is not only perceived but a real threat you would seek a refuge, and you would find it in the badly hand painted sign that read Miss Sissie’s Magic and More.
Is this what brought you here? The trepidation is audible in you’re tentative knock on the peeling white door. The voice that answers solidifies that you left the normal world in a foot tall hurricane glass on Bourbon Street.
“Come in Mr Jarmin”, a sultry creole voice almost sings. And you do.

PART 1.
RITUAL

Jason pushed the door open with trepidation at what he might see and was stunned to see himself. Four feet inside the door hung a full length mirror that gave anyone entering the room a full view of the person walking in. Perhaps the same person walking out might not look the same Jason pondered.
What Jason saw was a thirty something man in a white linen button down shirt and dark blue jeans with sandals on his feet. The hip tourist attire hung on his lean frame comfortably. Sandy blond hair cropped in an expensive haircut sat atop a fashionably narrow and unshaven face. A hard jaw line was offset by soft down turned eyes the color deep sea blue.
The air was to thick with strangeness to have assumptions about anything, but the woman the voice belonged to bare no resemblance to the image he had of a psychic. She might have been twenty five and petite, but busty with hair that fell in tight curls around a cherub face the color of caramel. A button nose and thick delicious lips highlighted the visage of comfort, calm and sexuality. Hazel eyes and long lashes barely glanced at him as she motioned toward a low slung green leather chair in the corner of the candle lit room. Heavy shades in the one double window blocked the sun and the outside world from entering the room. Marijuana smoke mingled with other exotic scents that made for a thick sweet burn in Jason’s lungs.
Standing two feet in front of him she wore a tank top that left her midriff bare. Nipples stood out from the thin cotton shirt making his heart catch in his throat. She wore a knee length white cotton skirt that flowed around her thighs and clung to her ass. Her bare feet padded across the old hardwood floor, the muffled sound of tiny rhythmic music drifted from the back of the house making this small space seem another world now two removed from the one he was in less than an hour ago. All Jason could do was stare at her stomach and watch a bead of sweat tease her belly button.
She extended a joint and he took it. Hit it. Held it. Looked up and exhaled, now lost in her hazel eyes going to yet another world where things were damp, and fuzzy and beautiful. He also realized that he was as sexually aroused as he had ever been.
She straddled him and taking a hit from the joint and kissed him blowing smoke into his parted lips, sealing the shared smoke with mingled breath.

She tasted like cinnamon and something darker even through the heavy taste of weed.
She broke the kiss laying the joint in a ashtray that resided on a small round table beside the chair.
“Mister Jarmin, Jason” she said exchanging the hard Jar sound in his name with a lovely ahhh that made him sigh. Her voice was calm and echoing with certainty and sexual tension.
“I need to tell you some things but it is imperative that you’re voice not enter the world right now.” She said holding a finger to his lips. All he could feel was his erection straining against his worn jeans and touching her inner thigh.
She pulled the straps of her top off to bare perfect shoulders and down further till her breasts were in front of his face. Heavy caramel tear drops topped by hard chocolate tips were a vision in front of his eyes. Cupping the left one she moved slowly through the haze and gently fed him the nipple which he took between his lips, then into his mouth softly sucking and licking. It felt as if he was tumbling and the physical world was fading away as he fell into this thick void clinging to this woman as the only thing real in the worl.

A raspy moan escaped her lips and she said, “Yes Jason, do that and let what I say drip into your mind.”
“I have been hearing you’re dreams for a long time now. I reached out with my will and brought you to me. You were not meant to be alone Jason and forces beyond you’re understanding have decided to intercede in order that you might find the other half to you’re soul” She said looking down at him as he closed his eyes and softly lapped and sucked at her breast.
“I have seen the tepid attempts and vapid affairs with plastic looking girls who’s soul you cannot find, who’s center you cannot touch.” She said and Jason responded with a hard deep suck of her dark nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth. She gave him back a groan of want as draped her fingers over his shoulder, grinding herself against his shaft with a rocking wave of her full hips.
Her voice began to break from the cool calm and now started to come in ragged breathes making her musical timbre sound even sexier.
“I reached out and..yess…called you to me Jason.” His mouth was open and wet as she fed him her other breast pulling on the stiff wet nipple that had just left his mouth.

“The ritual will give you the tool you need to find what you must have. This blessing will last from Sundown till Sunup and you must pass it on to another before tomorrow’s sunrise or it will be with you forever and become a curse.” She said in a ragged whimper.
He rolled his lips against her nipple sucking as much of her soft breast into his mouth as he could. She was now grinding in slow desperation on his aching cock.
“Jason you must nothing now or we are both lost. Not even a moan, must escape your mouth. We are in a place of darkness and power between the worlds and dark things roam. My voice is a power here but the sweet sound of you’re untainted soul would be as blood in the water and we would be devoured in slow madness forever if they should know that we were here.” She said.
“Suck harder Jason, fill your mouth and suck.” She said almost unable to speak at this point. The room was spinning as she reached down freeing his cock from his jeans and slipping it into her wet soft pussy with a gasp. She moaned something like words, mumbling magic against the top of his head while he filled his mouth with her heavy breast.
“You must not cum yet Jason, It must be together.” She whined against his ear working his cock as he slipped his hands under her dress and held her round soft ass, feeling her undulate, rocking his cock in and out of her. She was wet as the ocean, swallowing him like the outgoing tide. He bit down on her nipple trying to bring her to climax knowing that he had no hope of holding out more than another minute. His teeth ground against her nipple and she screamed ripping his shoulders open with long nails. He did not make a sound as he could feel the huge dark powerful beings that moved just beyond this haze of sex. She screamed something ancient into his face and he knew it was now.
Pulling her ass apart he bucked up into her flowing and clenching cunt shooting his seed deep into her as she received it with mumbling shudders.
Milking him in slow clenches she took every drop from him and then slowly stood up towering over him. She slid her fingers deep into herself and pulled them out curling them up to hold the pearly nectar. Dripping white strands hung from her fingers as she brought them to her mouth sucking them clean. Jason kept his mouth shut in a fading haze as she leaned down and kissed him passing the tangy wet mixture of fluids into his mouth and then taking it back as he pushed it onto her waiting tongue.
He looked up as she rose and let the potion fall from her lips and into her cupped palm. With her other index finger she stirred it slowly and then into brought the finger to his forehead drawing two interlocking circles with it. Marking him.
His eyes went wide as doors flew open in his head filling this lovely sexy haze with everything and everyone. He saw her one last time, breast still heaving and his cum on her lips as she spoke a long word and reached out touching his cheek. Then all the worlds went black and he was gone.

Part 2:
BRING ON THE NIGHT

Jason blinked his eyes, coming awake his hotel room bed. The sun faded from the window as he pondered the strange dream. Laughing at himself, he was embarrassed that he had gotten that drunk before noon, even if it was a Saturday in New Orleans. Inhaling deeply a feeling of invigoration washed over him, like he had just awoken from the deepest sleep he could remember.
Reaching down under the sheet he held his soft but heavy cock and smiled remembering the dream. He stroked it a couple of times and closed his eyes feeling it rise in his hand as he thought about the caramel breasts against his face. Raising up and wincing he felt a deep ache in his shoulders, turning his head unable to see what was causing the pain. Rolling out of bed naked he walked to the mirror over the small desk and looked aghast at the claw marks on his back and shoulders. Raising his hand to his mouth in astonishment he paused to sniff at the unmistakable tang of feminine excitement that lingered on his fingers like the faintest perfume.
The hot water pounded his scratched shoulders as he stood in the shower reconstructing the day in his confused head.

His plane had gotten into town at 9am. The reason he had come from New York was to meet a large investor in a fund that he was in charge of and he had just decided to make a weekend out of it. His meeting was over by 11am. He was delighted with the early check in at the hotel and had walked out to Bourbon Street to have lunch and a couple of drinks to celebrate a short but very productive meeting.
Soaping his chest and abs he remembered watching young women flounce down the street. Then he recalled the deep pang of regret that stole over him like a cloud. Then he was walking, trying to shake the cloud and walking deeper into the heart of a New Orleansd. This is where the mornings events started blurring into what he had assumed was just a vivid dream. He touched his shoulder and winced stepping out of the shower.
All the failed loves in his life, his first wife and a string of girl friends and at the center of every failure was a gap of sexual contact that he was never able to bridge. His first wife had been a cold beauty and they had been perfect mates except for the tepid and infrequent sex. For her it was a need for intimacy that only needed to be met once or twice a month and for him it was an urge that was ever present. Not just the urge for sex, but the need to have his heat returned in kind. To have a woman open her body up and give herself to him, to need it just as bad as him.

In time, resentment set in and then apathy. Three years after he was married he was a cheating husband and only later did he learn that she went seeking to have her needs met elsewhere as well. The divorce was swift and chilly and he had moved on to other women and loves and each one died a similar slow death. He often wondered if it was something about him in bed that cooled women off or was it just bad luck and a surface attraction to something that was not what he needed in the end. There was a pattern to his women. All educated and beautiful in a prim and sexy way. Looking at it from this angle it was so obvious that he had been subconsciously working his way back to the wealthy trophy wife lifestyle that he had grown up in.
His mother had been a blond beauty and the third wife of a Wall Street man who lived in a sprawling estate in Connecticut. His mother had told him that his father had died when he was just a baby in a car accident. Jason always had his suspicions that his father was just written off as the early mistake of a beautiful woman. Either way, Jason was adopted into a life of wealth and all its trappings, and set on a path of marriage and financial markets that he had walked out till the age of 31.

Now he stood naked in front of a steamy mirror confused and almost desperate with a feeling of time ticking.
Ten minutes later he walked down the ornate lobby and was almost out to the street when the bellhop, a older black man stopped him.
“Mister Jarmin, You sure do make a fast recovery”, he said like a man giving a compliment.
“Huh?” was all Jason could reply.
“Well, when that local boy dragged you in here and you was barely standing like you got hit by about ten of those fruity hurricanes. I figured you was down till tomorrow.” He said, still smiling.
“Did the boy say anything?” Jason asked.
“As a matter a fact he did. He said to make sure you knew that sundown to sunup comes faster than a man might think. I really did not pay it any mind as I figured you was going to sleep through this sundown and the next sunup.” He finished as his smile faded a bit.
Jason nodded a thank you and walked out into the street as the sun died from view and the night arrived. A boy who looked somewhat familiar stood by a yellow cab wearing a white fedora and smiled whiter teeth.
“Come on Mistah Jarmin, I take you where ya goin.” he said as he pushed off of the cab in the cool manner of cool youth and opened the door.
The young man got in and sat down in the beat up black leather drivers seat. Jason noticed there was no meter and he also noticed that crosses and other types of symbols scattered the dashboard and mirror.
The young man lit a stick of incense that rested on the dash in a glued down holder and thick rich smoke filled the cab. The scent hit Jason’s nose and he remembered it all clear as day and knew it all was real.
“She sent you?” he asked.
“Well, I will be taking you where you need to go Mistah Jarmin. Miss Sissie thought I might could be of service.” He said pulling off from the curb.
“Where are you going?” Jason asked
“To find what you want Mistah Jarmin.” The boy said with a hearty laugh of someone who knows so much more than the person they are laughing at.
Jason inhaled the thick smoke and rolled his window down letting the night air of New Orleans waft in as well. Gas lamps flickered on down the street and his driver hit the radio and The Police’s Bring on the Night pounded from the speakers. Jason spoke the words under his breath as Sting wailed them out.
“Bring on the Night, I couldn’t spend another hour of daylight.”

Part 3:
WALK A MILE IN HIGH HEELS

The car pulled up to a building with a neon sign that declared itself to be, The Patio Bar. Jason exited the car saying nothing to his driver who’s name he did not know. Inside, the place was old and chic and a bit uncharacteristically hip looking for New Orleans. It was already filling up with local 20 and 30 somethings, a smattering of tourists thrown in for good measure. A white glass bar was packed with well dressed men and ladies who seemed to be slowly pre gaming for the Saturday night to come.
At the back of the room was a stair case that he followed up to a small second level even fuller than the first and a large patio jammed with people acting out a New Orleans past time. Hanging over a balcony rail with a drink in hand people watching below.
A pretty brunette waitress came up and asked what he would like from the bar.
He turned and made eye contact. Freezing in place Jason felt his mind bend in on itself and split in two as he felt himself fall into the confusing echo of another persons inner thoughts and desires.
He was seeing things from her eyes as she knelt before a throbbing cock and felt a wave of uneasiness and revulsion wash over him and realized it was not his feeling but hers.
“Why must i fucking do this. Its disgusting. Why cant he just fuck me and get it over with.” she said as he eavesdropped into her head.
“SIR? SIR?” she said in the real world flashing a flirty what are you thinking smile at him.
“See something you like?” She said smiling big and switching her hips.
“Sorry, Vodka and Redbull.” he said leaning back against the rail to hold himself up.
She frowned at having her obvious advance rebuffed and headed off the patio as he watched her walk away. Steadying himself and thinking about what just happened he tried to make sense out of it. He was pretty sure that he had just seen to the heart of that girls sexual essence and what he had seen had disturbed him. Her sexual essence was hardly there at all. Sex was just something that had to be done in order to be in a relationship.
“But she was so young and hot, and even flirty” he thought to himself. This is exactly the kind of woman he would have hit on.
Thinking about the possibilities he decided to try this again.
Scanning the balcony he found a tall blond on stiletto heels talking to a taller man in a crisp linen suit. He eyed her intently trying to will himself inside her head. Nothing. He was almost to the point of making funny concentration faces as the waitress returned with his drink. He took the drink and hardly looked at the girl who huffed off this time, tossing hips as she moved through the crowd.
looking back at the blond he attempted to mentally shove his way into her head and started to feel like an idiot when she turned and met his eyes. It was like a trap door being pulled from under his feet and he fell in.
She was looking down at her own beautiful breasts and pushing them up to her lips to suck on. She leaned down further and saw the sexy slender face and brown eyes of a woman looking up at her as her tongue lapped furiously against you wet aching pussy. She raised her hands into her blond hair pushing them up to grab her own head. holding onto herself so she would not float away in pleasure as Aimee made her cum over and over again with her pink flicking tongue.
“I miss her, I just want her.” her inner most desire said as the scene flipped to her, face to face with Aimee. They Kissed long and hard as they each ground soft pink mounds into the others aching desperation.
“Everything else is fake.” She said in his head and then she had turned away back to her tall man and batted her big lashes.
Jason gulped his drink licking his lips in astonishment at his new found power and scanned the room for more minds to explore.
He passed over an older woman and then out of curiosity set his gaze back on her. She was perhaps mid fifties and was holding together pretty nicely except for a few extra pounds here and there. She was beautiful in the face and he could tell she had been stunning at one point. She found his stare almost immediately and Jason felt that breath catching sensation of falling.
She stared up into the face of a white mustache and put her arms around his neck and spread her legs wide and then wrapped them around his waist. She gripped him hard feeling his big cock filling her up. Panting against the etched lines of his face she left a tear of love and pure passion on his cheek and shivered cumming as he fucked her. He came inside her making her quiver again and bent his white head down and she felt his mustache tickle her nipple and she was laughing like a little girl.
“He loves me so good, and it makes me so happy” She thought looking away and ejected him for her mind.
She smiled at a hefty little white haired man with a mustache and Jason smiled looking on, feeling the residual love of the couple still pulse in him.
Two women sat at a table just inside from the balcony sipping wine. Both were smiling as they talked. He could only see the ones face and she was in her mid twenties with short cropped black hair and dark eyes. She had alabaster skin and a heir of sweetness in her face that he liked. She glanced at him and he managed to catch her eye and then he was falling again.
She lay in bed looking up at a fan blade turning. To the side of her lay a man curled up and facing away but not sleeping.
“I have so much passion, I just need someone to spark it.” She thought in gut wrenching desperation.
“I want to be fucked and loved and a gasping, panting, mess of cum and passion. I need it, I deserve it.” She screamed into his head.
She looked away smiling at her friend and gave a silly little nod in his direction cutting her eyes. They giggled obviously checking him out.
Jason looked up at the night sky and finished his drink remembering what Miss Sissie has told him.
“You must pass this gift on before dawn” she had told him as his cock had still been throbbing inside her.
He looked back at the girl. No, she was not what he was looking for but she was the one who needed what he had.
He walked over to her with a confidence he usually did not have, as if this ability gave him some providence.
He bent down to whisper in her ear where her friend could not hear.
“My name is Jason and I have something you will want. I have something you have looked at the ceiling and asked for in the middle of the night. I must give it to you before the sun rises but I must go now. If you want it, give me your number and I will call you when the time is right.” He said pulling back to look at her stunned face.
She took out a pen from her purse and scratched her number on a napkin and handed it to him looking at him with something between fear, awe and hope.
“Jill, what the fuck are you doing. This guy is a creeper.” her friend said as Jason turned to leave.
He made his way downstairs and out of the bar. He had found part of what he was looking for, the other part was not here. He was sure of that.

Part 4:
ART IN THE PARK

Back in the car Jason pocketed the phone number as the driver who was unashamedly smoking a large joint put the car in gear and pulled off.
“You got a name” Jason asked in annoyance that the man had not offered it.
“Not that you need to know.” he replied sternly but without contempt, ending that line of questioning abruptly.
“Take me to a park, any park” Jason said and the driver nodded.
Ten minutes later the car pulled up to Louis Armstrong Park.
Jason got out without a word and walked into the park following the sound of music. Following deeper into the well lit tree lined walkway dripping with Spanish moss.
In the middle of the park was Congo Square. A impromptu jazz band was playing something fast and sexy as a crowd gathered to watch. Avoiding eye contact with women, Jason decided to be a bit more selective with the minds he inhabited. Artist ringed the square with easels set up displaying works in progress.

It was the way she stood there with a hand on her hip rubbing her chin with the hard end of her paintbrush which drew his eye. She looked younger than him but he could not say how much. She was short but put together perfectly. Blond shoulder length hair pulled back and a low cut t shirt that revealed a soft heft of cleavage. She wore very short jean shorts which showed off her tanned tone legs. She wore simple brown sandals on her dainty feet and looked exquisitely beautiful, comfortable and sexy all at the same time. The world moved around her and not the other way around. Jason hoped he liked what he would find in the depths of her heart.
The other artist’s canvass held pictures of the surrounding park, depicting a jazz band playing dixie in the moonlight and other familiar scenes. Her canvas showed the park, but the center of the painting was a faceless man in a dark suit. She had stopped working long enough to take in the joy of the evening and the music when his eyes met hers.
Jason’s head was steam rolled over with images of vivid sex that made him blink and look away, stunned. He hazarded to look back and saw her still staring at him and steeled himself to look back. This time he was prepared.
Her leg was draped over a chair looking at some girl dripping spit from her face as a big cock fucked her throat on the computer screen. She could hear her soaking wet pussy as she plunged a vibrator in and out. She was pulling on her own nipple and biting her bottom lip bloody. She was cumming.
Then it was dark and loud techno music spilled out over the room as she pressed into a young tattooed man who wreaked of smoke and sweat in a bathroom stall. Her body was a raging inferno of heat. She was cumming.
Her fingers were digging into a soft tight ass as she slipped her tongue inside a spread wet pussy. She glanced up to see a sultry olive skin woman arch up and grab her own huge breast and scream cumming all over her wiggling tongue. Shoving her hand down between her own legs, touching her inflamed clit as the woman soaked her face, rocking her hips up and down. She closed her eyes and sucked the entire sweet cunt into her sexy lips sucking it down to a kiss. She was cumming.
She was alone, at a kitchen table reading a magazine with a spoon full of cereal halfway to her mouth. She looked up suddenly feeling a wave of loneliness wash over her.
“I want to experience everything with someone I love.” She said into his head.
She turned to grab her paint brush and he was back in the here and now.
Working furiously on the canvas she glanced back over her shoulder at him and then back at the canvas.
By the time reached the canvas the faceless man was filled in.
The face was his. Except only, the face was content and happy.
He spoke to her in a quite confidence.
“I know we have never met, but would you dare trust a stranger enough to let him show you the most magical and erotic thing you have ever seen?” He said as she turned to face him.
She looked at him and he did his best to look back without actually staring at her eyes.
“My name is Sasha but people call me Sash.” She said with wide excited blue eyes.
“My name is Jason. I was not kidding about the trust part, because it is going to get very weird.” He said starring at her tits and not her eyes.
Stepping forward she touched his face with a child like grin spreading over her lips and excitement blooming in her eyes.
“I think I would very much like to have you show me some strange things Jason.” She said
He pulled out his wallet giving her the extra hotel room card.
“Be at this door at 3am” he said shivering with excitement as their hands met and she slipped the card from his fingers.
She nodded and he turned walking back through the park hands shoved into his pockets and feeling alive for the first time in his life. He was already in love.
Getting in the car he said to his guide. “Were gonna need to stop for supplies.”
Pulling the cell phone from his pocket he dialed the number Jill had given him at the bar. She picked up on the first ring.

Part 5:
FIRST DATE.

Sitting on his hotel room bed he looked at his watch, nerves eating his stomach. The watch told him it was 2:58 AM. Taking the expensive watch off he set it on the nightstand. Standing shirtless, jeans resting low on his hips in the center of the candle lit room he scanned the room making sure everything was ready. hearing the key card click and the door open Jason looked up with his heart pounding.
Sasha walked in without an ounce of hesitation and stood smiling at him with a twist of want on the soft lines of her lips.
“Hope you do not mind me being early.” she said looking at his broad chest and then to the bed, seeing the rope and duct tape as she lifted an eyebrow in approving surprise.
He followed her gaze and said “I told you this was going to get weird.”
Excited eyes glimmered back at him.
“You think I am a freak already.” she said looking a little bit nervous for the first time.
“I am the one with the duct tape and rope, and Sasha, I know you are freak.” He said looking her in the eye and was pleasantly surprised to see that he could no longer see inside her head.
Moving forward he kissed her hard. The passion in her flowed out of her mouth and into his as she started unbuttoning his pants. Grabbing her hands he pulled them away still kissing her.
“That is not for you just now.” He said pulling away and still holding her delicate writs firm.
She pouted, then smiled as he lifted her shirt off over her head.
Slowly, he removed all her clothing till she stood naked and proud in the middle of the room staring at her nakedness in the mirror. He retrieved the rope and she stood obedient and still as he began tying her wrists together as they hung down in front of her.
Then pushing her to her knees and yanking her knees wide apart pulling her ankles behind her.
He heard her moan “Oh fuck” in a passionate whisper as he began lashing her feet together.
Running a long length of rope from her ankle to her neck he made a noose and slipped it around her pretty, slender throat.
Once again she moaned and Jason could she her nipples were as hard as his cock.
Jason had never tied a woman up before but it had been something he had always craved. While his ex wife had met the notion with confused scorn yet he still studied the art of tying in videos and porn. Jason sat many a frustrated night in his den tying knots and now those lonely sessions were paying off. Tight rope, against willing and wanting flesh as his practiced fingers worked.
Attaching another length of rope to her wrist and drawing it up hard between her wet cunt, she made a sound of pleasure that was a groan of want. He attached the other end of the rope to her noose and stepped back looking down. It was far and away the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
He ripped a piece of duct tape off and kissed her upturned mouth before sealing her mouth tight with it.
“It is very very important that you stay as silent as you have ever been till I say otherwise. Do you understand?” He said looking serious.
She blinked twice in agreement unable to nod her head.
Reaching down he scooped her up with a forarm between her legs and his other hand supporting her back as he carried the awkward package across the room and placed her gently inside the open double slit doors of the hotel closet.
She looked up at him with a bit of fear in her eyes as he shut the door, leaving only the slits to see out of.

He crossed the room and pulled his watch off the table and looked at it. 4:15am said the hands.
“She better not be late, this is cutting it close.” He thought to himself.
He heard some soft rustling noises coming from the closet followed by a muffled moan.
He opened the door to find Sasha stretching her index finger out as far as it would go, which allowed her just to tap it against her clit.
She looked up with guilty eyes that smiled at the same time.
“QUITE!” he said harshly and then smiled back shutting the door.
That is when the knock came and he moved fast to light the incense and he looked seeing Sasha’s clothes in the floor and rushed to open the closet door throwing them in with her.
When he opened the hotel door he saw Jill standing there looking nervous, like she was about to bolt back down the hallway.
Jason gave her a relaxed smile and saw her looking at his half naked body and then she looked into his eyes with a quite desperation that he might be able to give her what she needed.
He took her hand and led her into the room that was dark with candle light and now thick with sweet incense.

She sat on the bed looking at him confused and a little drunk. He stood in front of her and let her look at his erection and then up his chest and into his face.
It was he who felt like the Shaman now, when just this afternoon he had sat where she was. Lost, scared, lonely and horny. Reaching down he pulled her face up to meet his.
“Jill, I am not the man who will give you what you need. But I am going to give you what you need to find it.” He said as he gently pushed her back down onto the bed and slid atop her looking down into her wide startled eyes as he engulfed her in his shadow.
His hand slid up her legs pushing her loose dress up and slipping her wet white thong panties down, holding her gaze the entire time.
He kissed her softly and said “This is not sex Jill, this is a ceremony.”
Kissing her again. and again. “We are going to be alone together in dark waters for a short time and it is very important that no sound escape you’re mouth. Do you understand?” He said looking at her as he rubbed her wet mound softly.
She nodded as he got up and ripped another piece of duct tape off and looked toward the closet barely able to here the faintest sounds of heavy breathing and knew that Sasha was more than enjoying this show.

He turned back to Jill who lay on the bed, her dress pushed up exposing her bare pussy as she gently spread for him. The dress was off her shoulders and one nipple was pushed up over her bra as she lay with a wide eyed dazed look.
Slowly he put the tape across her mouth and she gave no protest but locked her arms around his neck and they held each others eyes. His gaze heavy with the weight of the moment and hers wide in confusion and passion.
With a slow push of his hard cock he was inside her. She was tight, the tightest pussy had had ever been inside of and she was wet and pushing back, needing him. He held her eyes fucking her slow and steady speaking the words that had been spoken to him this afternoon, passing on the knowledge and the power. Her cunt was sucking at his cock hungrily as they floated together. Her eyes gone wide in amazement over her taped mouth.
“Dont cum yet” He commanded fucking her harder, truly tying his body to this woman’s.
Her breast were pounded up out of the bra and her short dark hair bounced as he fucked her solid a deep.

The room, a flicker of light and smoke now and he bucked his throbbing cock deeper and deeper inside her. She pressing up into him. Jill stood at the precipice of a never ending cliff ready to tip over into it.
Holding her arms tight he slammed deep inside her clenching pussy and yelled “Now.” Somehow remembering the ancient words the woman had spoken Jason mumbled them through a powerful orgasm spraying his seed deep in her womb. Her shoulder blades barely touched the bed as she arched up and came keeping her mouth shut behind the tape and feeling the flood of him inside her. Him holding her as they spun alone in a void full of spirits.
He panted atop her for a second and then pulled out slowly and yanked her to the edge of the bed and knelt licking her still spread pussy. The mingled juices flowed into his mouth as she grabbed the bed covers and thrashed her head from side to side bucking her hips against his face.
His mouth full to overflowing he raised up and ripped the tape off quickly, covering her mouth with his and sharing the nectar till it spilled from the corners of her lips. Grabbing the back of her head and she gave some back to him and lowered his head to the center of her breast and kissed there letting the liquid pool.

Still speaking words that had no place in his head he dipped his finger into the puddle and marked her forehead in the interlocking circles finishing the ritual.
Her face was one of stunned bliss and she ground her pussy up against him wanting more.
He pulled back and pulled her to her feet steadying her in his arms.
“You probably should not drive, there is a young man standing just outside the door who will take you where you need to go.” He said and kissed her on the cheek softly as he did his best to dress her.
A minute later she was stumbling out of the door with the help of the driver and gone forever. He turned to see the sky getting lighter as the darkest part of night gave way to morning.
Just then he heard a muffled groan in the closet followed by a thud. Rushing over he jerked the doors open to see that Sasha had fallen over trying to rub her cunt and now looked up at him with wide pleading eyes.
He grinned and smacked her cunt rubbing it hard against the rope. “Is that what you have been wanting?” He said smiling down.
She nodded furiously as he rubbed harder.
“Harder?” he asked smiling.

She moaned a audible fuck yes or maybe it was a fuck you as he smacked the smooth cunt and rubbed harder pushing the rough rope back and forth against her wet agitated pussy lips.
She came screaming around the duct tape and let her head fall back onto the carpet as he yanked the tape off with her giving a small yelp. She lay there catching her breath as he begin undoing knots. She looked up at him and said “Best first date ever!”

He leaned down and kissed her with everything he had.
“How would you feel about spending a great deal of time with me?” He said looking at her and smiling.
She nodded and smiled like a happy child with a tear in the corner of her eye. She then proceeded to grab his half hard cock and stuff her pretty

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