This story is inspired by Image 6 for the March 2026 Contest. The link to the photo is below. Hope you enjoy!
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It’s a quiet night. I’m standing at the counter of my self owned and run business, reading a book that I have brought along to occupy my time between customers. As my eyes scan over the final words of the chapter that I’m on, I can feel a yawn build and escape me. I look up to the hand carved, wooden clock on the wall. 7:55. Five minutes until close.
I scrunch my face as I contemplate whether or not I should close early. On one hand, I would hate to lose the business. We’ve been terribly slow as of late and I’m beginning to worry that I’ll have to close down the shop for good if people don’t start coming in. On the other hand, it has been completely dead for nearly a full hour. Surely if someone was going to come they would have been here before now.
I ultimately decide that I should start closing now. I’ll leave the door open, so if someone happens to come in, I can offer assistance, but if not, I”ll be ready to lock up and run out right at 8:00.
I begin systematically putting up all of my equipment and locking them in drawers. I wipe down the dusty cabinets and straighten the shelves from where customers had come and moved around some of my products. Once I am satisfied with the state of the store, the clock chimes indicating that it is time to close.
I excitedly scurry toward the door and grab the dual sided sign to turn it from reading ‘OPEN’ to ‘CLOSED’. But as I do, I look up and see a figure standing on the other side of the glass. “Ah!” I exclaim as I jolt back in fear.
He looks through the window at me sheepishly. “Are…are you closed?”
I look at the man through the pane. He shuffles side to side nervously. He looks like he’s in need. And although I was excited to leave for the evening, as I look at the man before me now, I can’t help but feel compelled to help him. And besides, I could use the business.
Instead of twisting the lock, I reach for the knob to the door and pull it open. I greet him with a big smile. “Come on in,” I say kindly. “You can be my final customer.”
“Th-thank you,” he mumbles quietly. He shuffles in slowly. I shut the door behind him and turn the sign to read ‘CLOSED’.
I turn around and see the man peering around my store. He seems overwhelmed. I walk toward him. “Welcome to Abella’s Alchemy, your local supply for potions, tonics, and brews to help with any ailment you may be suffering. My name is Abella. Is there something that I can help you find?” I recite warmly.
“Ummm…” he says as he rubs his arms anxiously. “Any ailment?”
“Just about!” I declare confidently. “If I can’t fix it, I can certainly help it. 100% guaranteed! Illness, pain, hair loss, weight gain, forgetfulness, heart break, bad breath,” I list off pointing around the store at shelves stocked with glass vials full of liquids of varying colors. “I’ve got something for it all. What did you have in mind?” I ask with a big, friendly smile.
“Um…well…” he shuffles around awkwardly. “Do you have anything for…physical performance?”
“Of course!” I exclaim. I walk down an aisle and gesture towards a section. “We have potions for enhanced strength, speed, and dexterity right here.”
“N-no that’s not what I need,” he mutters.
“Oh! Well then you must mean for recovery!” I walk further down the aisle. “Over here we have the finest home brewed elixirs, perfect for repairing torn muscles or ligaments and restoring any lost ability from a nasty injury.”
“NO!” he exclaims frustratedly. I jump back from his sudden outburst. He lowers his voice meekly, “It’s…a ‘performance’ issue.” He gestures his head down to his groin.
“Oh! Oh…” I say. I can feel my cheeks begin to blush as I realize what it is that he is after. I was so eager to help him and get him out that I wasn’t really doing a good job of giving him the information that he needs. “Do you mind telling me more about the…issue…that you’re having?” He looks away shyly. “Just so that I can offer you the best solution!” I assure him.
“Ummmm…well…I’ve been having an issue with…endurance…down there…” he slowly admits.
“I see…” I say as I begin to stroke my chin.
“And I’ve tried other products, but nothing seems to help. I’m becoming desperate. Everyone that I’ve tried to sleep with has left disappointed or outright laughed at me. And I can’t take it anymore! So please, if you have anything that could help me, I need it! Please!” he pleads.
I look at the tall, thin, meek man standing before me. He clasps his hands as he begs. Suddenly all of his embarrassment and nervousness has transformed into desperation. “Let me show you what I have,” I respond. “Follow me.”
“Thank you!” he says with relief in his tone.
We walk toward the other end of the store. I lead him to the back corner where I keep items for more…sensitive…solutions to provide a bit of privacy for those who may need them. I run my fingers along the shelf as I look for a specific vial.
“And you don’t have issues achieving an erection, correct?” I clarify.
“R-right. It’s just a duration issue,” he replies looking over his shoulder making sure nobody can hear.
“Excellent! And here’s the ticket!” I pull a tall, thin red potion off of the shelf. “Vigorous Vitality, a cure for the premature.”
He looks at the bottle with wide eyes before taking it from my hand. “And it’ll work?”
“It should help,” I respond confidently. “But every person is different. What may fix someone entirely, may only provide minor relief for another.”
“What if I need more help?” he asks.
“Well…all of my potions are brewed in house. It is always possible to make one with stronger effects, but for optimal results it would be best to fine tune one to the needs of your body.”
The man looks from my face to the potion, pondering what he wants. “I-Is there…” he hesitates. “Is there any chance…that I could test this one…here?”
I gasp slightly. “Oh! Ummm…yeah! I suppose I can let you in the back room, and you can see if your sensitivity decreases,” I say accommodatingly.
“Well actually…I find that my…sensitivity issues are at their worst when I am…ummm…with a woman,” he explains nervously. My heart drops as I begin to realize what it is that he is asking. “So would I be able to test it here…with you?”
My response explodes out of me. “NO SIR! I’m sorry but that is entirely inappropriate!” I snatch the glass vial from his hands and turn to walk away from him.
“Wait! Please! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it I promise. I shouldn’t have said it. I’m sorry. I’m just…desperate.” I turn back to him. He looks embarrassed but genuine. “I’ve been searching for so long to find something to help me and I’m tired of looking. But I still shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry.”
I look at the man. His head has dropped in defeat. I begin to pity him. He doesn’t seem to actually want to cause any harm. I think for several seconds before giving him my reply. “What exactly would you need from me?”
He looks up at me excitedly in total awe that I am even entertaining his request. “Wait! Really?” I give him a single nod. “All that I would ask is for a brief moment of…intimacy…after I use the potion. We will know fairly quickly whether or not it works…unfortunately.”
I stare at him intensely before speaking. “If I agree to do this, you must also agree that you will pay me.”
“Of course!” he complies.
“The price of the potion regardless of if it works. As well as a special potion development fee for the additional labor,” I demand.
“Yes! Yes! I will pay whatever it takes as long as I can work towards fixing this damn curse!”
I hold out my hand to confirm the deal. He takes it and shakes it vigorously.
“Very well then. Follow me please.”
I lead him to the front of the store and walk around the desk into a door behind it leading to my mixing room. It is a large chamber with plenty of tools and supplies dispersed around. The back wall is covered in shelves full of jars all labeled with the name of the ingredients that I use to prepare potions. To our left is a collection of pots and cauldrons of various sizes as well as mortars, pestles, knives, graters and other tools used to prepare the ingredients. Along the wall to the right are multiple large drawers full of empty glass bottles of varying shapes and sizes as well as cleaning supplies. And in the center of the room is a large wooden table with a large hole in the middle used for holding the cauldrons as I mix, heat, and prepare my concoctions.
“Wow,” the man says as he looks around the room. “I’ve never seen a place like this before.”
“Yep! This is where the magic is made,” I remark as I walk toward the center of the room and pull a stool out from behind the table. “You may sit here. I will leave the room to allow you time to…prepare yourself.” I hold the potion up between us. “Once you are ready, you will apply this. It’s a topical. You shouldn’t need much in order for the effects to kick in. It’s oil based, so it should apply smoothly and pleasantly. Any stinging or burning side effect, we can take care of if necessary. Once I return, I will help you…test its efficacy. Do you understand?”
He nods his head in agreement. I turn and walk out into the main part of the store. I immediately step to the entrance to the building and twist the lock preventing anyone from entering. My mind fills with worry as I imagine what would happen if someone were to walk in while this was transpiring. I begin to pace nervously through the store. I can’t believe that I’m about to do this. This is totally unprofessional and sets an awful precedent for my business.
My business…
I think about how few customers have come in. About my long day of standing around only to have a few people come through the doors, most of which were only browsing. Maybe this isn’t such a bad idea. I mean after all, I have custom made potions before. Which has required me to run tests with previous clients. Why is this any different?
As I’m marching between the shelves I catch my reflection in a mirror hanging on one of the walls. I look more closely into it. I can see myself wearing my work uniform, a long purple button up, collared dress with a matching floppy hat that I picked to make myself look extra ‘witchy’ and really sell the magic of my craft. A look of fear rests on my face. But the longer that I look at myself the more that I am convinced that this needs to happen.
After a moment I take a deep breath. I push my glasses into place on my face and adjust my hat before stepping back to the desk. I walk past and up to the door. I pause for a moment before knocking and calling through. “Sir, are you ready?”
“Ummmm…yes…I think so,” I hear him call from inside.
I push open the door and see him sitting in the stool facing away from me. I slowly approach him. My heart feels like it is beating out of my chest. As I get within a few feet I ask him, “Can you please turn around for me?”
“Uhhh…sure,” he mumbles.
I watch as he plants his feet on the ground and creeps up into a standing position revealing his bare behind. I watch as he instinctively reaches to his front to cover himself, before realizing that it’s a futile effort for what we’re trying to accomplish. He turns back and looks at me before bashfully turning back around.
“Sir, I’ll need to see you if you want me to help,” I say impatiently.
“Yeah…I know…just a moment…” he stutters out.
I can see his torso rise as he inhales to collect himself, before eventually turning his full body to face me. As he spins, my jaw drops. I stare in awe at the man before me standing fully naked with his penis standing erect from his body. But this is no ordinary penis. This is by far the largest one I’ve ever seen. Thick veins run along the shaft glistening from the potion that I instructed him to apply.
My brain short circuits as I try to comprehend the massive member before me. I can’t break away from staring at it until I hear him speak. “Is everything okay?” he asks.
I nod my head and look to his face. “Ummm yes. Quite. I was just trying to think about our next steps. First, do you mind if I take a closer look?”
“Sure. Whatever you need to do”
I nod my head nervously and smile as I drop to my knees to put his dick at face level. I bite my lower lip as I examine the look of his cock. “Was everything okay when applying the potion?” I ask as I move my head all around him. “Any pain? Discomfort?”
“No,” he states. “It felt kinda nice actually.”
“Good good,” I say as I continue observing him. As I search along the sides of his dick, I can’t help but silently measure him against my face. Never have I seen such a sizable penis. My mind can’t seem to accept it as real. “And would you say that everything about your erection is…normal? The feeling, the stiffness…the size?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
I gulp nervously. “Hmmm. Great. That’s great. I suppose that just means we need to see if it has fulfilled its…intended purpose.” I look up from his cock and into his eyes. “May I…touch you?”
“Y-Yes,” he responds.
I slowly reach my hand up hover my hands above his shaft before letting my fingers wrap around it, barely able to connect them to my thumb. He gasps and flinches from my touch. I slowly begin to stroke to the tip of his penis, mentally noting that he is long enough to fill both of my hands and some.
I begin working back down his shaft to start a rhythmic motion, but before I can even make five full pumps he begins to grunt. “Oh god! No! Not yet! I…I’m…”
I quickly aim the head of his dick away from me as a long string of semen shoots out of him. I can feel his cock pulse in my hands as his body flinches from his orgasm. I quickly let go of him as the waves of ecstasy roll through him.
I watch as he drops his head in embarrassment. “I’m sorry,” he says meekly. “You’re just so pretty and I…I shouldn’t have done this. I should’ve known this wouldn’t work. I’ll just pay you and I can get out of here.”
He ducks his head away from me as he walks back over to the table where he had piled his clothes and begins to put them back on. “Hey! Wait!” I say rushing over to him. “That was just the first step. We have to find you a potion that works!”
“I can’t do it. I don’t want to keep embarrassing myself,” he says as he steps into his underwear.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise,” I say as I grab his arm. He stops clothing himself and looks at me. “My store offers a personal guarantee to make products that will help you, and I don’t know about you but I’m not satisfied with the results of that. Please, let me make you something that works.”
His eyes divert away from mine. “I just don’t think I can do this if I have to see your face every time that I…don’t meet expectations.”
“You don’t have to see my face,” I explain. I begin looking around the room as I quickly come up with a solution. “Wait here!”
I move to the other side of the chamber and pull over a metal rolling table with a crank on the foot of it that I sometimes use to move around heavy items. I line it up with the wooden table in the center of the room. I turn to the man as he stares at me with a confused look on his face. I tap the metal top. “Hop on!”
“And do what?” he asks baffled
“Well, you seem embarrassed and feel overly exposed as we deal with your problem. So to give you a little privacy and security, why not put up a barrier? You’ll lay on this table here. I’ll position you underneath my work station, so that I’m only able to see the part that needs fixing. And you can just lay back and relax.”
The man looks between me and the table as he thinks. “I suppose that will work,” he concedes.
“Great! Now hop on so I can get to work.”
He hesitantly approaches the metal work bench. He sits down on the side and pulls his legs over. He lies his slender frame down flat on the metal surface and flinches slightly as the cold metal touches his exposed skin.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask him. He nods his head. “Good. Now let’s get you lined up here.”
I roll the metal cart under the table. I move my head above and below making sure that his groin is aligned with the hole. Once I have him positioned perfectly I move to the foot of the table and begin twisting the crank. As I do the metal table begins to rise, slowly pushing the man into the bottom of the wooden slab above him.
“Tell me when to stop,” I say as I continue to move him upwards.
I turn the metal crank until his chest makes contact with the wood. “Stop,” he calls.
I stand up from under the table and walk to check my work. I look into the hole and smile as I see his big, flaccid cock resting perfectly inside, ready to be worked on.
“Ummm…” the man calls from below. “I sort of forgot that I was going to need to be hard. I-I’m not sure how long it will take me to get there.”
“Oh that’s no problem. I’ve got just the thing. Wait here please,” I say as I rush out of the room. I dart back into the store and over to the secluded area that we were in before. I scan the shelf for a particular potion. “Aha!”
I reach forward and pick up a glass bottle, with a wide bottom, filled with a blue liquid. I read the label. ‘Phoenix Flame, Resurrection For Your Erection’. Exactly what I need.
I quickly run back to the back room. I quickly dash around and grab a small cauldron, a few tools, and several jars of ingredients off of the far wall before returning to the table. “Okie dokie! I am back. Allow me just a moment to make my modification, and we can proceed with our experiment.”
He sticks his hand out to the side of the table and gives me a thumbs up. I snicker before pouring the red vitality potion into the cauldron. I begin preparing a mix of ingredients, the crushed shell of a snail, a pinch of rock-hugging lichen, and a single drop of drool from a bat, as well as others. I add them to the pot and begin to stir them over heat. An earthy aroma fills the air as the individual parts alchemically merge. After only a couple minutes, I pour the mixture back into the glass container. I’m ready to test.
“Sir, are you ready to begin?” I ask.
“Sure,” he calls from under the table.
“Excellent.” I grab the vial with the blue liquid in it and pop the cork off its top. “I will begin by applying a second potion to you. This is a simple rejuvenation potion brewed for the express purpose of removing the refractory period for an erection. You should not feel any pain. This will not force your body to perform when it is uncomfortable or unable. It is simply returning your anatomy to how it was before the ejaculation. All sensation should be the same. May I proceed?”
“Ummm. Yes. That’s fine,” he responds timidly.
I pour a small amount of blue liquid directly onto his flaccid cock resting against his leg through the hole in the table before me. As the cold liquid lands on his skin he flinches slightly as the drop is immediately absorbed into him. I watch as I await the potion to take its effect.
After a few seconds, I see his dick begin to move. As the blood rushes back into it, he begins to stiffen. His cock creeps up his thigh getting further and further from his body until it is standing at full attention. My jaw drops once again as I gaze over his enormous erection, still as impressed as I was before. Thick veins are protruding from his shaft. It twitches intermittently, seemingly desperate for my touch. My mind goes blank as I imagine the possibilities of what I could do with such a specimen.
“Is everything okay?” I hear him ask.
“Uhhh…y-yes. I’m just making sure that everything is ready for the next part of the experiment.” I set the blue vial down and pick up the red one. “Next I am going to apply the stamina potion.” I pour a small amount of the oil into my palm. “You’re going to feel me touch you now.”
I reach down slowly and begin applying the potion along his shaft. The moment that I touch him, he begins to groan. “Ooh that’s warm,” he lets out. I pull back not wanting things to end before the effects can kick in. After a few moments I go back and finish coating him with the oily substance. His flesh glistens in the dim light of the room.
“Now we wait,” I state as I keep my fingers clasped around the base of his shaft, fighting every urge to explore him and to not ruin the test. But the longer that I feel his meat fill my hand, the more the hunger in me grows.
I allow a couple of agonizing minutes to pass before speaking up again. “Now that it has had time to set in, we can assess the effectiveness of the new potion. I’m going to stimulate you.”
The words barely escape my mouth before my hand begins working up and down his incredibly long shaft. I hear him let out a subtle gasp from below me. I fear that the potion has failed again. But I continue. I work my hand up and down him repeatedly but he’s able to hold back.
The longer that I stroke him, the more comfortable I feel to play with him. I squeeze him tighter and pump him faster. My other hand can’t help but get involved. I stack my left hand atop my right and quickly rub him. I’m shocked at how there is still room to work beyond the width of both of my palms and my mind begins to fantasize about how it would feel elsewhere.
“It seems that the potion is performing quite well,” I remark aloud.
The man laughs. “I can’t remember the last time that I’ve lasted even half this long.”
“Good! But there is more to sex than just hands, I feel that in order to ensure that the product is working optimally, that it would be best to try other stimuli. Would that be alright?”
“Yeah! Of course!” he exclaims.
“Just allow me a moment to prepare,” I say excitedly.
I pull my hands off of his cock. I move my fingers to the buttons running down my dress and begin to unfasten them. Once I have the first few undone, I pull out each of my large, round breasts and allow them to hang freely.
“Now this sensation will be a little different. It should feel nice, soft, and warm,” I inform him as I hold each of my tits in my hands.
“I’m ready,” he says confidently.
I lean forward and wrap my boobs around his cock. Despite my breasts being rather large, the tip of his dick still protrudes out from my cleavage. I begin moving my breasts up and down in unison as I press them firmly around him.
“Holy shit!” he groans.
A smirk appears across my face as a revel in the pleasure that I’m giving him. My nipples become erect as I slide his big, hard cock slide between my tits. I move my fingers around my areolas as I pick up my speed enjoying the sensation. His groans become louder and more frequent.
Soon I forget that the reason that this is happening is to test the potion, and my sole goal becomes to make this beautiful cock cum. I lean my head forward and position my mouth above his dick before letting out a long string of saliva drip onto his tip. As I continue to move my breasts around him it lubricates him allowing our skin to glide more easily.
After only a few seconds longer, he mumbles out, “Oh god! I’m…I’m…AAAAHHHHH!”
I watch as another long, rope of semen leaves his body and shoots over my shoulder. His body shutters and he slams his hands down on his metal bed. I pull away from him as his orgasm rolls through him. And despite seeing excellent results from the new and improved concoction, only a single thought enters my mind.
Still not strong enough.
I pick up the red vial and pour the remainder of the mixture back into the cauldron. “Wow! That was incredible. This should work perfect for me now!” the man says excitedly from below.
“Not quite,” I assert. I begin taking an unmeasured amount of the various ingredients from before and tossing them into the pot. “I have one more quality assurance test that I need to run before I’d feel good letting you pay for the potion.”
“Oh…well I’m pretty satisfied with the results I’ve seen so far,” he tries to contest.
“I’m not,” I state plainly as I mix the cauldron over heat.
“O-okay. Well it is your process. Do what you need to do.”
“I will.”
I finish preparing the potion and pour it back into the glass vial. The color has changed from a bright cherry red to darker burgundy. I move back over to the table and quickly get to work. Once again, I pour a drop of the blue rejuvenation potion onto his dick and watch as it rises back to a full erection. I pour a liberal amount of the freshly prepared product and coat his dick from the base to the tip with it.
In the minute or so that I know that it needs to kick in, I finish unfastening the buttons on my dress and let it slide off of my shoulders leaving me to stand there wearing nothing but my floppy witch’s hat and my glasses.
I walk to the foot of the table and climb upon it. “Ummm. What exactly are we testing?” the man says with a hint of concern in his voice.
I crawl forward toward the tower of flesh protruding from the table. I sit up on my knees, positioning it directly between my thighs. I reach down and grip his shaft tightly. “In order to declare this potion a success, it must be able to help you endure the full range of sexual stimulation. And this…” I say as I lower myself, guiding the head of his dick between my lips. “Will determine just that.”
Once I have his cock positioned at the entrance to my vagina, I slowly drop myself even lower. I bite my lip and take a deep breath as I feel his girth open me up. The man grunts and begins questioning, “Are you…? Is that…what I think it is?”
But before I can even think about answering the question, I press myself down hard and slide myself down all the way onto the table, encompassing him inside me.
“Oh god! Yes!” he groans.
I let out a squeal as my insides stretch around his incredible girth, greatly surpassing anything that I had taken before. I raise myself up before slowly lowering back down.
I bite my lower lip as I grow accustomed to being filled by him. Before long any remaining discomfort caused by taking him is morphed into an unwavering pleasure. Within only another minute or so I can feel an orgasm approaching. I begin rocking my hips back and forth aggressively as the pressure builds inside me until I finally release.
“AHHHHHHHHH” I scream as I convulse on top of him. I slam my hands onto the table in front of me to stabilize myself as waves of ecstasy wash over me. My breaths are deep. My chest heaves. My face feels flush with heat.
“Are…are we done?” The man asks.
Without a word I plant my knees firmly below me and raise myself off of him. I quickly maneuver off of the side of the table and land on my feet on the floor. I move to the foot of the workbench and reach under to the lifted metal table that he is lying on. I find a switch with my hand that once released slowly descends the table to the floor.
I grab onto the side and pull him out from being covered. He looks up at my naked body for the first time with a look of shock in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but before he can utter a word, I interrupt slowly but assertively. “You are going to fuck me now.”
I watch him gulp and his eyes widen. I stare at him intensely to let him know that wasn’t intended to be a question. He nods his head lightly. “Okay.”
He throws his legs over and stands up from the lowered position. As he does I walk over to the wooden table and scoot onto its surface letting my legs hang off of the side. I watch as he approaches me with his still rock hard cock leading the way. As he takes his final steps toward me, I lie down onto the table and open my legs for him to take me.
He positions himself before me. I watch as he grips his shaft and leads the tip between my lips. A low moan escapes me as I feel our genitals touch. But instead of taking his opportunity to enter me, the man looks down at me and asks, “This is still for testing the potion, right?”
I look into his eyes and in my most serious tone I respond. “My potion has proven to be quite satisfactory. But I refuse to let its effects go to waste. I do not wish to have to ask for this again. I need you inside of me…please.”
He can see the desperation in my eyes. A confident smirk crawls along his face. “As you wish,” he growls.
He presses his hips into mine allowing himself to penetrate me. I throw my head back in pleasure as the feeling of his cock working inside of my pussy. “Oh fuck!” I let airily as he presses further inside of me slowly. Between the new position and there no longer being a barrier between us he can reach even further into my depths than before. Once fully buried inside of me it feels as though he is stirring my insides.
He begins delivering long, cautious strokes. I can tell that he is still hesitant worrying that he will finish too quickly. “Hey,” I say to get his attention. He directs his gaze into mine. “The potion is working. Let loose,” I tell him with a smile.
He chuckles, nods, and visibly loosens up. He picks up his speed, now rapidly thrusting in and out of me. The faster movements feel amazing. I moan, “Mmmmmm. That’s better.” My pleasure continues to grow as he saws in and out of me, but I can still tell that he is restraining.
“Harder,” I utter.
He drives into me even more aggressively.
“Harder!” I command
His demeanor becomes more determined as he powers into me. Our skin now clapping together with every insertion. But it’s still not enough.
“HARDER! HARDER! PLEASE!” I scream loudly.
The man reaches for my legs and grips hard on my skin. He pushes them back to give himself more room to work. The previously shy and reserved man has dissolved away into an entirely different creature animalistically plowing into me. His massive cock has now sufficiently stretched out my dripping wet pussy and each time he digs into me, I feel myself driven closer to climax. My pleas for roughness devolve into mindless moans and grunts interrupted only by an occasional call to the heavens or a swear. The pleasure eventually grows to a point that my brain isn’t able to send signals to make noises as it braces for the inevitable orgasm.
After another few pumps, my entire body releases. My head rolls back as I let out an ear splitting shriek of pleasure. As he continues pounding into me I grow overstimulated. My hips instinctively try to pull back in an attempt to squirm away.
But before I can retreat he places his hands on my hips and presses me firmly onto the table holding me in place as he continues to deliver deep, fast strokes into me. Each insertion into me feels like it is sending shockwaves through my bones. My body convulses erratically. My legs extend outright. I claw at the wood below me as I try to contain the intense ecstasy I’m feeling.
I finally regain enough composure to aim my eyes to the man furiously ramming into me. He looks back down to me with an intense stare that silently informs me that he has no intention of stopping. Now with his newly harnessed ability, he was fully committed to using it and in the process using me.
As I look into his eyes, I submit completely to his desires and accept my role as his personal toy. The tension in my body eases as the uncomfortable hyperstimulation reverts back to euphoria. I lie my head back onto the table and accept him fully. As I do he moves one of his hands from my hip to the back of my neck and he grips it firmly making me raise my chin further away from my body.
He quickly lowers his face into the crook of my neck and begins kissing and sucking on my skin. I flinch from the sudden force of his lips. As he feasts on the flesh around my throat his hand lifts from my waist and finds its way onto my breast. He clutches it firmly and fondles it around my chest. All while filling me deep with his long, throbbing cock.
My brain can’t handle this amalgamation of sexual stimulation. My mind melts to mush as this man has his way with me, laying claim to any part he sees fit. I shortly begin cumming again but he continues to hold me in place and fuck me. But in the following minutes the line between where orgasms start and end becomes a blur and time becomes imperceivable.
After a while, his poise and control starts to fade. His movements become erratic. He pulls his lips off of me and groans into my shoulder, “Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum.”
He stands upright and pulls his hips back, removing his cock from me, leaving a noticeable void in me. I watch as he wraps his hand around his cock and starts to stroke it vigorously. He shuts his eyes and moans loudly as he finishes himself off. Long strings of semen shoot forcefully out of him over my body, all the way to my face. I giggle as his hot, white juices splatter along my skin, feeling a mix of physical pleasure and satisfaction. I use a thumb to wipe his cum from my cheek as I see him twitch from the overwhelming ecstasy of his orgasm.
After a moment he gains control of himself once more. I sit up on the table and smile at him. “I don’t know about you,” I say softly. “But THAT is a potion that can guarantee customer satisfaction.”
He chortles, “Yeah…I’d certainly say so.”
I stand up from the table and walk to one of the side cabinets and find some small cleaning rags, I use them to wipe myself clean of his remnants. I turn back to the center table to find him resting against the wood, his long softening cock hanging heavy between his legs.
I walk over to where I had let my dress fall to the floor and begin dressing myself. He follows suit. After another moment we are both fully clothed and our to anyone now entering our debaucherous behavior would be unapparent.
I turn to my work bench. I pick up the dark red mixture and seal it with a cork. “I’ll check you out, up front,” I state as I begin walking toward the exit. He follows close behind me.
We walk through the door and into the main part of the shop once more. I stand behind the desk and hit some of the buttons on my register. He stands across from me. “How much do I owe you?” he asks.
“Well, the cost of the potion is fifty dollars. Tack on the additional ingredients and the labor costs, we’re looking at…” I key in all of the totals and hit the sum button. The register dings loudly. “Two hundred fifty dollars.”
He chuckles to himself as he reaches for his wallet. “That’s a steal,” he says with a smirk. He pulls out several bills and holds it out to me. I place my hand into his and squeeze it tight. I can hear a small gasp escape him as he looks up into my eyes.
“Now listen. This should last you a long while if you use the proper dosage. However when you run out, I should more than expect that you will be a repeat customer of mine,” I state slowly and clearly.
“O-of course!” he stutters nervously.
“Good. And who knows? Your body may change and the next patch may need some…fine tuning. Another experiment may be necessary,” I remark flirtatiously.
His nervousness fades as he realizes what it is that I’m implying. He smiles knowingly. “Yes. Of course. You do have a 100% customer guarantee after all.”
I wink at him with a smirk as I pull the money from his palm. I place it on the counter in front of the register and hand him the vial. We walk to the door together. I turn the lock to allow him to leave. He steps out into the cool, crisp nighttime air.
He turns back to face me. “Thank you again. For everything,” he utters.
“It was my pleasure,” I respond. “I hope to be seeing you again.”
“You will indeed,” he calls as he walks down the street.
I close the door again and turn the lock. I make sure that the sign is still reading CLOSED from the outside. I step back to the register and pick up the money from the counter. I begin to count it but realize quickly that the man had slipped me an extra hundred. I smile to myself.
The large wooden clock on the wall chimes. I realize that it is 9:00. I hurriedly put the money away and finish closing up shop. And all though I am leaving an hour later, I step away from the building feeling happy knowing that a customer has left satisfied.
The End
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