Halloween

a witches night out - By Jefferson Slosek

On Halloween you have put on your sexiest witch outfit complete with push up brass bra and get on your broom to fly your way to the bedroom of your next spook, and the source of your wicked powers.

Hovering above the houses outside the window you peek in and see me laying naked on the bed. I hear you tapping on the window and in a trance, I open the window. You fly into my arms and stick your long witch tongue deep down my throat. "Would you like to be Tricked or Treated my little man?" You stoke my cock making it grow big. "Can I ride this broomstick?" You say growling and continue to stroke it till I'm good and hard. You push me back onto the bed and crawl on top as you slither onto my cock with your hot yet cold pussy. "I need you to warm me up on the inside. Do you think you can manage that?" My hard cock pulsates as you ride up and down the shaft.

You stick your pointed hard nipples in my face and I suck on them making your tits swell with milk. I suckle on them like a baby does filling my mouth with your milk and as I drink it down, my cock gets even harder and bigger.

I'm still not aware of what is happening since you have cast a wonder-lust spell on me, but my cock responds to your every desire as your black pussy sucks me in deep. Hovering on my hard stick you suck the life force from my shaft and it begins to fill you with milky spunk in wave upon wave that satisfy your needs and refreshes your drained energy.

My balls have now been drained dry after what seems like hours and my cock stays stiff as you gyrate up and down on it, feeling it give your body new energy, your pussy responds and you purr with delight... as the full moon comes from behind the cloud, your spell is broken and I begin to wake up from my slumber. Your swollen breasts give one last ginormous squirt of milk into my mouth and down my throat... as the quickening is now complete, you suddenly vanish.

I slowly wake up feeling full yet drained and find both spunk and milk in a puddle on the bed. I look at the wet patch wondering, 'was that from my dream?'