Ultimately Leon decided not to tell anyone about the Broom Cupboard. Partly because he knew that no one would believe him but mainly because of the Giselle the witch. Just thinking about that hot supernatural body gave Leon a serious hard on.
Her name was Giselle and she lived on the other side of the Broom Cupboard in a world most mere mortals had no idea existed. But Leon knew. He had found the Broom Cupboard when he had moved into the old lady’s apartment after she had died.
The cupboard had been boarded up, and hidden under layer upon layer of flowery wall paper.
At first Leon had taken it to be just an ordinary storage space but when he opened the door he found not a small dingy cupboard but an opening to a glittering cave which lead to the lush and decadent world of Pornia.
And so for the last seven months Leon had been visiting Pornia, a bizarre world filled with witches, wizards, elves, warlocks, goblins, talking animals, fairies (and I don’t mean the camp kind!) and all other sorts of weird and wonderful creatures.
Giselle was a witch. And what a witch she was! She wasn’t an old hag like those described in fairy tales (no, not the camp kind, remember what I said earlier!) she was a luscious willowy minx whose head of jet black hair was like a sheet of pure ebony, ivory pale skin that was almost translucent, a thin delicate nose with a pointed tip and a blood red pair of lips in which a long red tongue flicked in and out of it like a cobra’s kiss. Her eyes were icy blue and slightly curved and she had a voluptuous body curved in all those right places, along with a rounded firm ass to die for and cherry topped breasts that would put Pamela Anderson to shame.
She was also a witch that liked to indulge herself. She had, had many lovers from her realm, a couple of wandering twin Elves, a goblin or two, as well as several warlocks, one or two dozen wizards, and when times were hard (cock hard that is!) an occasional peasant from the fertile fields of Pornia.
However she had a penchant for male mortals. Not that there were that many in Pornia, in fact Leon was the first to come to the hidden realm since Matthew Jacobs. He, it turned out was the husband of the elderly lady who had owned the apartment that Leon had purchased. His wife Nan Jacobs knew about Pornia and hated it with all her heart. When her husband died, from exhaustion and a smile on his face, Leon suspected, the vengeful Nan sealed off the entrance between the mortal world and Pornia.
But Leon had reopened the door and he now he was enjoying the fruits of his decorating efforts.
When he had ventured into Pornia he had met Giselle. Her cottage was not far from the cave entrance, and when he had stepped out from the glittering rock opening, she had been in her garden gathering herbs with her familiar, the Black cat Grimalkin.
“Hello,” Leon had said loudly blinking his eyes uncertainly, not sure that he had just entered a Broom Cupboard and now was standing in a green and purple field with a golden sky above him, and rolling dancing hills that glittered and sparkled like expensive jewels.
The woman or rather the witch stood up, stared at him and then gave a cry of delight.
“Oh Grimalkin! Someone has opened the door at last!”
She glided toward him, smiling, her arms open, her long but flimsy black dress showing Leon what she had on offer. His eyes widened, could those tits be real? And that heart shaped cup of Venus between her legs, was it actually pulsating? It took Leon a moment or two to realise that this vision of lovliness was not walking or running but rather she was floating toward him!
“Welcome mortal!” she cried out to him before he had a chance to believe his eyes or be afraid for that matter, “I am the Witch of the South Giselle and you have just entered the land of Pornia!”
Well it took a little while for all of what he was seeing and hearing to sink into Leon’s befuddled brain but when it did, he knew with sudden alacrity he had hit the jackpot.
Giselle was licking her lips as she looked him up and down it was obvious she liked what she saw. Leon was 28 years old, not quite six foot tall, a little bit of the stocky side but nothing a few days at the gym couldn’t cure, nicely tanned, it helped having a friend who had a sun bed he could use, his wavy brown hair was soft and silky, and he had bright green eyes along with a generous mouth and a pair of nicely manicured hands with long strong fingers.
Well Giselle wasn’t backward in coming forward if you get the drift? Her glittering eyes moved from Leon’s puzzled but slightly lecherous gaze and dropped to the package between his legs. The bulge was obvious, and he blushed when he realised she was aware that he had beginnings of a hard on.
Her long snaking tongue ran over her moist lips and she said.
“Would you like to see inside my cottage?”
Leon nodded his head. She took his hand and led him into the quaint white stoned cottage that smelt of lavender, and honey. The interior was lit only a fire in a grate, it was small room, with very little furniture, there was herbs hanging from the low ceiling, and near the fire grate were built in stone shelves filled with clay pots and colourful glass jars that whose contents Leon would rather not know about!
The Black Cat who was sitting nearby stared at Leon and appeared to smile at him which took the man by surprise. Very slowly the creature lifted its paw to its mouth and began to lick it. Leon got the impression that the cat knew exactly what was going to happen next and was amused by it.
Before Leon could say anything about the cat to the witch, Giselle turned around and grabbed his crotch, her hand clasping his covered and cock and balls and cupping them eagerly.
“It’s been years since I’ve sucked a mortal’s cock,” she said almost hoarsely, “Do you mind?”
Leon barely had chance to splutter that of course he didn’t mind before he was thrust against one of the the walls of the cottage, and then Giselle was on her knees and his trousers were suddenly around his ankles along with his boxer shorts whilst a pair of hot succulent lips wrapped themselves firmly around his rapidly swelling cock and she was sucking and eating it like a woman deprived.
Leon let out a gurgle of surprise, pleasure and shock.
He watched her in amazement, her head thrusting back and forth on his like a fast moving piston in action; she grasped his balls and was fondling them with tweaks, pinches and squeezes. Leon’s eyes watered in pleasure, this hot little witch certainly knew how to suck a man’s cock! She rapidly rolled her tongue, and her lips up and down his rigid shaft.
Leon felt his groin stir as wave after wave of pleasure welled up and around his midriff and he found himself gripping her shoulders and thrusting into her mouth and down her throat. She didn’t even gag, rather she moaned and he realised she was getting off as much as he was.
“Kiss my balls!” he heard himself order her, “Do it you NOW!”
She obeyed, kissing his balls willingly as she deep throated him, Leon almost shot a deluge of cum down her throat but he managed to hold on, he was going to maximise this blow job even if it killed him!
She was sucking harder and deeper, her once ivory pale cheeks now pink and bulging as his cock expanded its girth. Leon was well endowed, most of the men in his family so Giselle wasn’t going to be disappointed.
Finally Leon could hold on no longer, he had to ride the waves and ride them now! He clutched at her shoulders, thrust harder and deeper than he had ever done in any of his human partner’s mouths before and then he let go with a roar of pleasure as load after load of spunk gushed down the witch’s throat.
She swallowed and she slurped as her mouth writhed on his cock and she squeezed his balls until they were two completely empty sacs and she had, had her fill.
Her mouth slid off his cock, and cum dribbled down her chin in several streams. She smiled up at him a blissful expression on her face. She licked her lips, and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
