Wicked Witch: Ugly Woman milks Young Man with Hand and Mouth
Summary:
Oliver is captured by an evil witch. She needs his sperm for her magic potion and so she milks the young man extensively with her hand and mouth until he is completely exhausted.
Stripped and Tied up by a Witch
I woke up in a gloomy room, the air damp and heavy, as if it hadn’t felt a fresh breeze in centuries.
My arms were tied behind my back, the rope scratching at my wrists. My legs felt numb and tightly bound together.
My head throbbed, but the discomfort was quickly overshadowed by another, more terrifying realization: I was naked. Completely naked. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind raced.
I heard footsteps. Slow and ponderous, as if someone was deliberately emphasizing each step to show me that I had no chance of escaping.
Then I saw her – an old woman with a crooked nose and deep, sharp eyes that flashed with mockery. A witch, quite obviously. Her gray, greasy mane fell messily over her shoulders and a disgusting smirk twisted her thin lips.
“Well, well, well… what have we here?” she asked, purring, her voice sweet yet mischievous. “A handsome young man. Just what I need.”
I wanted to speak, to say something, maybe even plead, but before I could, she slipped an apple between my lips and pressed it firmly into my mouth.
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I couldn’t swallow, just gasp muffled in panic. The juice from the apple ran down my chin, but she just laughed as she grabbed my chin with one hand and turned my head towards her.
“Be good,” she hissed, ”you’re going to need it.”
Wicked Witch gives young Man a Handjob
The witch’s long, bony fingers ran over my body, exploring every line of my muscles before finally landing on my penis. My breath hitched.
“Oh, there we have it,” she whispered contentedly as her fingers closed around my shaft. “You’re going to serve me from now on, whether you like it or not.”
My skin prickled under her touch and I fought inwardly to resist. But she was strong, stronger than her appearance suggested, and her fingers began to glide over my penis in steady movements.
I tried to turn my head away and say something, but the apple held me still.
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Slowly and agonizingly she pulled her hand up and down, rubbing the head of my member again and again with her thumb.
She felt my reaction, my body began to give way despite everything. I couldn’t control it and had to watch in silence as my penis hardened under her grip.
She grinned maliciously and leaned closer, whispering in my ear: “You’re doing exactly what I need.”
I tried to move my legs, but the ropes held firm. The witch laughed and her eyes sparkled. “You can’t fight back. Your juice is all I want.”
Her hand slid faster, harder, she massaged the sensitive head of my member and against my will I felt something building up deep inside me.
And then it came. My body reared up, I tried to hold back, but it was no use.
Trapped and Used: Witch milks Young Man by Hand
My orgasm hit me with full force, hot and uncontrollable. The witch held a small bottle under my penis as I unloaded.
And I moaned softly with pleasure as the first gush splashed into the container.
She milked me dry with steady movements, squeezing out every drop until my member finally went limp.
She lifted the bottle triumphantly as I lay panting on the floor, unable to move.
“That was a good start, my boy,” she said mockingly, closing the bottle with a cork. “But we’re not done yet.”
I closed my eyes, hoping it would be over, but I soon felt her pouring a thick, oily liquid onto my penis.
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The oil felt warm, nestling almost tenderly around my skin, and the witch began to work me again with her hand.
This time the sensation was more intense, the oil made every movement smoother and the smacking of her hand sliding up and down my penis made my face burn with shame. She took pleasure in tightening her grip when I tried to squirm.
“Look at you,” she murmured, cackling. “So young and strong. You should be grateful I’m milking you so thoroughly.” Her fingers found the most sensitive spot on my head again, massaging it in steady circles.
I gasped under the apple, trying not to react, but my body betrayed me. The pressure built up faster, my heart raced, my muscles tensed.
Suddenly I was squirting again. My eyes widened with exhaustion as I ejaculated into her hand for the second time that day. She had the next container ready and when the last drop had been squeezed out of me, she closed this one too.
“Very good, my boy,” she said, wiping her fingers. “But there’s more to you, I know that.”
Blowjob Torture: Witch sucks Man with her Mouth
I was at the end of my tether. My legs were shaking and my head felt empty. But she wasn’t finished yet.
Slowly, she got down on her knees in front of me, a hungry glint in her eyes. “Now I’m going to be extra thorough,” she whispered, licking her lips.
I tried to prepare myself, but when I felt her warm tongue on my shaft, a shiver shot through my whole body.
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Her lips enveloped me and she began to pleasure me with unexpected skill. Her hand massaged my abdomen, her fingers slid deeper, finding my butthole. I flinched as she pressed against it gently and yet so firmly.
Her finger entered me in one slow movement as she continued to work my penis with her mouth.
The sensation was overwhelming, intense, and when she found and stimulated my prostate, something literally exploded inside me. The combination of her tongue, her lips and her fingers drove me to the brink of madness.
I couldn’t take any more, the third orgasm was building. With a deep, muffled moan, I unloaded myself directly into her mouth.
I felt my cum gushing out hot and she swallowed it all, every last drop, without stopping until I sank down exhausted.
When she had finished, she slowly stood up, wiping her mouth with a malicious grin.
“Get some rest, my boy,” she said in conclusion, ”that was just the beginning. We’ll do this again many times.”
Then she left me alone. My lungs were burning, my body felt empty and exhausted. But I knew it wasn’t over.
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