There are pros and cons to everything, y'know? Now Celia might not have chosen to lose her boyfriend, be conned into drinking a love potion and fall for a tall skinny blond guy in a hopelessly devoted to you kind of fashion, but then again she might have, you never can tell. Regardless she enjoyed the life of a traveling snake oil salesman, selling love potions to the desperate, the depraved and the forlorn. And the fact that the love potions occasionally worked added to the fun. It felt so evil to sell something to someone that you knew was junk, much better to be selling something with only a fifty percent chance of being useless junk...
But Celia had never really been the heavily analytical type anyway. And ever since she had met this dreamy Art that one day in school, well she'd never realized how sexy older men were until then. She'd thought he'd been a teacher or something breaking up that fight she'd been having over silly little Michael. And she thought maybe a little innocent flirting might get her out of trouble. So she'd just put her hand lightly on his thigh while she took his water bottle in her mouth, perhaps just a little suggestively. And then she'd said softly that there was no reason for him to report a little thing like a school girl tiff to the principal. He'd just smiled ambiguously, waiting for her to go on.
Well if he thought she was going to go any further just to get out of a trip to the principals office he was crazy. Well maybe she'd lean over and show just a bit more of her fabulous cleavage. Her large breasts strained the fabric of the scoop neck white t-shirt as she leaned forward. Art's eyes had been drawn helplessly to the soft mounds of creamy white flesh.
"There's really no need to tell anyone about this at all right?" she'd asked him. "Right." He replied helplessly in his surprisingly nice voice. His voice lilted, almost like he'd sang the word. The sound of it rocked her back in surprise, and she looked askance at the blond man she'd taken for a teacher. He only looked to be in his early twenties, with fair skin and blond curly hair sprouting up from his head. It looked, endearing now that she thought about it. She tilted her head to the side and looked at him again. She blinked.
"You're really cute, you know that?" He just nodded shyly. "Oh, a shy one" she said. "I bet you like to make the woman come to you?" He nodded and blushed a bit. She felt a weird fire burning inside her belly. She wanted him, really wanted him. She leaned over further, towards him watching his eyes drawn helplessly to her décolletage. She mover her hand up his thigh and began to move it slowly over his crotch. She felt a lump stir and take form in the bulge of his pants.
She kissed him softly on the lips while her other hand caressed the back of his neck. Than she pulled him to her, kissing firmer and biting the inside of his lip. Then her mouth wandered down and bit him hard on the neck. He didn't complain, his hands too busy playing with the mounds of whiteness in front of him. He lifted her full breasts to his face and took the rosy nipple into his mouth. He caressed the delicate tip with his toungue as he sucked avidly at the pink flesh of the aureole. His left hand kneaded the firm flesh of her right breast. The sensations shocked the breath from her lungs in a soft gasp, and in return she bit his neck hard enough to feel the salty tang of blood in her mouth. He bit gently into the bud of her nipple as his finger found it's way between her nether lips. She gasped louder and nimbly unzipped his jeans and found his hard cock with her hand. She squeezed his balls in a less than gentle fashion, then began to run her nail along the side of his cock. She'd discovered that he deigned underwear as every young man should.
He emitted a barely audible trembling moan at the sensation. She continued the journey, her long nail, painted pink, running lightly all over his cock, the tactile torture completely unmanning him. He was completely in her power. She loved it. And she wanted to possess and devour this man who's she become so recently enamored of. She felt a dampness spreading between her legs and a fire in her loins. Enough teasing, she thought to herself.
She hiked up her skirt and slid herself down upon his throbbing cock. Bigger than any of the boys she'd ever been with, 3 perhaps 4 math wasn't her strong suit, she enjoyed the sensation of it slipping inside her. A feeling, a tingling in the back of her brain, the feeling of fullness that comes with a man inside her. The pure firing of so many nerve cells to so many pleasure centers, the pure tickling, tingling, tantalizing joy of sex ran rampant inside her brain as she raised and lowered herself over her supine lover.
Art smiled cheerfully, if ironically cheerful, as he contemplated how a love potion never guaranteed the person would be submissive to you. He'd never had a woman take charge before. Of course he'd might have been more ironic and less cheerful but there was those lovely breasts bouncing before him. And her firm thighs gripped his body for leverage as she hovered above him for a moment, cold air teasing his cock before plunging down upon him again. He almost lost it and came insider her right then, but with a finger before his lips she wagged it back and forth playfully. "Not yet" she said and leaned forward to kiss him lightly.
She lifted herself up above him, rising off the tip of his cock, again the cold air torturing his hungry hard on, then she enclosed the tip and rotated around, the sensation of his partially enclosed erection driving him wild. She looked down on him, pulled her shirt over her head to let her pendulous breasts sway in front of her, drawing his eyes as they swayed back and forth. "Now" she said and plunged herself deep, impaling herself on him, driving him as he deep as he could inside her so she could feel that completeness that brought both them to simultaneous climax. She threw her head back and bit her lip to keep from screaming out loud as the orgasm hit her. His semen pumped and pumped out inside her, till his cock finally went limp inside her, the last of his fluid dribbling down his thigh, absorbed by the dark fabric of his jeans.
Art was attempting to have a talk with his business partner Paul. "Yes, I know it's always just been the two of us but times change." "I can handle change." Paul said "But are you sure you're not the one who got slipped one of the potions?" He pointed to the spiked collar Art was wearing.
"She likes it" he said in his defense. "See what I mean?" his dark haired partner asked. "Paul, look I know. It's okay. It's really, really, okay. She's going to drop out of school and come with us. She'll be good for business. Just look at her." He pointed to where she was standing, some twenty feet from the van watching their conversation with something less than complete interest mixed with vague amusement.
"Look, I can see your point, but it just seems like she's got you wrapped around her little finger. And I don't want her breaking your heart." Paul said. His partner assured his shorter friend that Celia wouldn't do that. They were in love, or some other 4 letter word starting with l and wasn't that enough.
Paul could see it wasn't an argument he was going to win, and in business he'd learned to never fight a battle he was sure to lose. So he waved her over to join them and put out his hand. "Welcome to the team" he said. She took his hand lightly in hers, stared deep into his eyes, smiled and said "Charmed." Then she dropped his hand and turned to Art giving the tall man a deep kiss. Paul shook his head to clear the buzzing and tingling resulting from the combination of her smile, voice and eyes. Damn, that girl was a strong hit of something. He figured this road show would end up Celia and her two stooges before long if he didn't do something about it...
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