Derek’s heart thudded audibly in his chest, sweat dripping down his brow, blood rushing away from his head (to his other head) when he saw his phone light up on the conference room table with a notification:
“Text from: Wifey”
Oh god, he thought. Clearing his throat and interrupting the presentation, he excused himself to go to the bathroom.
Once there, he checked to make sure he was alone, before locking himself in a stall.
Just breath, he told himself. Relax. It’s going to be fine. This is what you wanted. This is why you summoned…her.
Derek thought back to yesterday, to everything that had happened. He summoned Morrigan, the night before in a fit of blue-balls induced mania. She was supposed to be a “sex witch,” the spirit of a murdered woman who drove her village mad with lust. Derek didn’t really believe it would work, but then…
Even the next morning, he wasn’t sure the experience had actually happened. That was until he got home and saw the witch sitting on his couch, dressed in modern workout cloths, sitting next to his wife. They had met at spin class, and Derek’s wife Em seemed..enamored. The entire afternoon they laughed together on the couch, drinking spiked seltzer, gradually getting closer and closer, until finally Morrigan had her hand on Em’s thigh, leaning in close to whisper to her ear. Green sparks flashed where their skin met, and Morrigan’s eyes turned jet black.
“Why didn’t you tell me you had such a sexy husband,” she hissed in her ear. Em’s eyes went blank, empty. “I bet he’s got such a nice cock. Are you worshiping it enough? Are you making your man cum every single day?”
Derek stood motionless, watching. Morrigan winked at him. Em squeezed her thighs together, wrapped around Morrigan’s hand, which moved up in between her legs. Her nipples were visibly erect through her purple sports bra. She shuddered and bit her lip as Morrigan continued to whisper in her ear.
“I bet we could we could worship it together. Would you like that? We could both get on our knees and slobber all over him until he was hard as a rock.”
Em grabbed Morrigan’s forearm, straddling it, grinding her hips back and forth, biting her lip and nodding her head.
“Then he could bend you over a slide it into while you feasted on my pussy. Wouldn’t you like that?”
“Yessss,” Em moaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
“I’m going to turn you into such a perfect little slut for your husband. You’ll be addicted to being a good little cock whore for him. For both of us…”
“Yesss please Mistress,” Em gasped, grinding harder against Morrigan’s arm. The lights in the room flickered, wind gusting from some unknown source. Derek was frozen in place as he felt his cock throbbing in his pants.
“As soon as I leave, you’re going to let him fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before in your life. Like the good little slut you are. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Oh god yes! I need it! I want to be a slut!” The room was spinning, green light illuminating the two of them on the couch as the gust became a tempest, knocking over picture frames and making the house rattle.
And just like that, Morrigan stood up, breaking contact with Em. The wind stopped. The lights went back to normal. And Em was left staring blankly into space, before she blinked, came back to herself, and stood up as well. Derek could see visible wetness in between her legs through her leggings.
“Well it sure was nice to get to know you Morrigan! I’ll text you tomorrow about yoga!”
“You do that, girl!” Morrigan replied, grabbing her bag and bouncing towards the front door like nothing had happened. When she passed Derek, she brushed her fingertips against his forearm. His cock twitched as she whispered just for him to hear, “have fun, big boy.”
And just like that, she was out the door and gone.
Derek turned towards Em. She was staring at him with a look he had never seen before. Pure hunger, pure desire. She didn’t say a word, just walked over to him, pushed him against the door, dropped to her knees, and yanked his pants down.
She was literally panting like a dog as she tore his boxers down, letting his thick, long cock spring free. “It’s been too fucking long,” she cried, before taking him in her mouth. She had never enjoyed giving him blowjobs before, but that seemed to have changed. She rubbed in between her legs as she devoured his cock, forcing inch after inch down her throat until she gagged, then going back to shove even more down. Her fingers furiously rubbed in between her legs, making her moans vibrate on his cock. Soon, she began to spasm. She leaned back on all fours, looking at him, as she literally squirted through her leggings. She thrust her hips forward, head thrashing side to side, the dark spot on her leggings growing and growing until they was more wet than dry.
“What the fuck…” Derek gasped. Never in his life had her seen her do that. He wasn’t even aware she could squirt.
She looked up at him from the floor, panting, hair disheveled and pasted to her forehead. She stood up, turned around, and, bending at the waist, pulled her ruined leggings and thong down to her ankles. She spread her thick ass for him, her pussy glistening and literally dripping onto the floor.
“Fuck me like a little slut,” she told him, moaning as her hand slid along her clit from the front. She moaned louder, spreading her legs, parting her pussy lips to give him a better view.
“Fuck me as hard as you can. Fuck me like I’m a piece of your property. I’m not your wife right now, I’m just a cheap little whore for you to use however you want!”
Derek didn’t need to be told twice, despite the warning in his heart. This wasn’t his wife, she didn’t talk like this, she didn’t act like…this. But as he stepped closer and closer to his wife, watching her shake her thick ass, spreading her pussy for him, begging him to use her…
He ran the head of his cock along her slit as he reached forward, grabbing a handful of her blonde hair. Em slammed her hands down on the couch to steady herself with a “holy shit YES!”
Derek yanked back on her hair, forcing her neck back, as he slowly slid his cock inside her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he inch by inch of his cock disappeared, until he was balls deep inside his wife. He kept pushing his hips forward, forcing her thighs to slam into the back of the couch. He pushed her down, her arms sliding down onto the couch cousins.
With his cock fully in her, he slapped his hand down hard on his wife’s ass. He had never been rough with her before, he didn’t think she liked it. So he was shocked when, in response to his slap, her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, and she came for a second time, screaming like he had never heard her scream before. It was raw, animalistic, primal. As she started to squirt all over the floor, he began to pound himself in and out of her. In and out. Hard. Fast. Deep. He had never fucked her like this before. He wasn’t making love to her, he was making use of her.
Furiously pounding into her wet hole as she continued to cum uncontrollably, the couch began to scrape against the floor. Harder. Faster. Deeper. He felt his balls start to constrict, felt the familiar rush of cum filling up his cock. He grabbed her hair again, arched her neck back, and pumped his wife full of cum.
His body was surging with electricity, sweat dripping down his face, heart threatening to explode out of his chest. Shot after shot, rope after rope, his cock constricting and releasing over and over again until he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. Finally, after what felt like ages, he was spent.
He slowly pulled his cock out of Em, watching a river of cum start to gush out of her as he did. She just pulled her leggings and thong back up, put the couch back in place, grabbed some paper towels to clean up the mess on the floor, and announced she was going to shower off. Derek didn’t even know what to say, so he just stood in the kitchen like an idiot until she came out.
He tried to talk to her about what happened…but it was almost like she couldn’t even remember it herself. She said it was so fun to meet a new friend, that she was excited for yoga with her tomorrow.
“She sure seems to have…been a bit of a bad influence on you…”
Em just started at him. “What do you mean, silly?”
And then she just proceeded to get dinner ready.
He tried bringing it up again a few other times that night, to the same result. It was like there was something stopping her mind from focusing on what had happened.
His dreams that night were filled with dark, erotic images. Morrigan slowly undressing his wife, pulling her hair back, pushing her onto her knees, candlelight illuminating several hard bodies, several hard cocks. Morrigan whispering in his wife’s ear, Em licking her lips and opening her mouth…
When he awoke with a start, the bed was empty. It was early…only 6:00 AM. There was a note on the nightstand from Em: “couldn’t sleep, went to work early.”
Something was wrong. She was always a heavy sleeper. She didn’t usually go into work until 8…
He tried texting her.
“Are you okay baby?”
Then as he pulled into work himself.
“Just got to work, text me back please…”
Then again before the meeting.
“Is something wrong??”
Now, she had finally texted back. Nervously, he opened his phone to see what she said.
“Baby…something weird is happening to me…”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pguwd3/i_summoned_a_witch_to_try_and_save_my_marriage
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