The azure blue Mercedes that pulled into the parking space in front of the old building belonged to Mark Stanley, who made his millions in real estate. The building he was entering was one that he wanted to purchase, a tiny shop called 'Witches Brew Potions'.
Mark had been buying up real estate lots on the street with the plan of clearing the land and building an office building. So far, the one holdout was the owner of this tiny shop, and after his lawyers had struck out attempting to buy out the lady, Mark decided that he would try to sweet talk her. After all, Mark was well aware that he had a way with the ladies, and few could say 'no' when he laid on the charm.
In fact, even though Mark was married, he still played the field whenever he felt he could get away with it, and he rarely had any problems picking up women. His wife Sophia had her suspicions about her husband, but she still loved him and she figured that as long as he took care of her the way he always had, she would ignore his indiscretions.
Walking through the front door, an overhead bell jangling, Mark felt like he had walked into another world. It was dark in the store, the place seemed to be lit by candlelight. The walls were full of hundreds of bottles of different size and color. Down the center of the store there was one shelving unit with shelves on both sides. Everything looked either handmade or extremely old. At the far end of the store was a wooden counter and behind that was a curtain concealing an arched doorway.
There was so much to look at, but Mark just glanced around as he headed to the counter. The curtain was pushed aside as he reached the counter and a beautiful, brunette gypsy woman walked out, her large breasts were threatening to spill out of her low top. Mark was captivated by her stunning beauty and for a moment, he forgot the reason he was there.
"How can I help you sir?" The exquisite woman asked.
"Uh, I uhmm' Mark's brain was completely flustered and he couldn't talk.
"It's okay sir," the gypsy woman said with a warm smile "you don't have to speak, I can read your eyes if you would like me to. Would you like that sir?"
Mark was thinking in his head what he needed to say, but for some reason his mouth didn't seem to want to work. Without even realizing what he was doing, he nodded his head.
"Okay sir, just look into my eyes."
That was a very easy thing to do. The woman's eyes were the deepest blue and when Mark looked into her eyes, he felt as if he was falling into them. He could have stared into her eyes all day long and when she turned away from him, he hadn't even realized that he had been staring into her eyes for ten minutes, to him it only seemed like a few seconds.
"I believe that I know what you desire sir. Your wife is reluctant to pleasure you orally, and you would like me to remedy that. Is that correct sir?"
It was the oddest thing for her to say and not at all why he had come into the shop in the first place, but he felt himself nodding again. It was true though. Mark had been married to Sophia for five years now and he often argued with her about oral sex. He wanted it and she refused to do it.
Mark and Sophia had been married for twenty years and had one daughter together. Their daughter, Sarah, was a nineteen year old lesbian and attending college a few miles away. She popped in from time to time to eat and do laundry, and often brought her partner Marissa with her. It pained Mark and Sophia to know that their daughter considered herself a lesbian and they were still hopeful that it was just a phase she was going through and one day she would fall in love with a man.
"Very well sir, you will need to come around the counter and into the back room with me so we can get the ingredients for your potion. Please follow me." She smiled sweetly and motioned for him to follow.
As if in a trance, Mark made his way around the counter and through the curtain that the sexy gypsy girl held open for him. The room he entered seemed totally out of place, not because of how it was decorated, but because of its size. The room was huge. Much larger than it could possibly be based on the tiny footprint of the store outside. From outside, the store looked like a small ranch style house and the front part of the store appeared to be the right size, but this room seemed at leastthree times larger than was possible.
"The potion that I am going to mix will make your wife crave your semen sir. She will find that she needs to have a taste of your semen every day or else she will have some unpleasant side effects. I will mix the ingredients first, then add them to your wife's favorite desert. What is her favorite desert sir?"
Walking two steps behind, Mark was transfixed with the sight of the young Gypsies ass. It seemed as if her entire body had him mesmerized. He heard her question and had to really concentrate to find an answer for her in his addled brain. "Uhmm, she uh...she likes apple pie. It's her favorite."
"Apple pie, how quaint. You are in luck sir, I just so happen to have an apple pie and all I need to do is add the special ingredient. Do you know what the special ingredient is sir? It is semen...your semen. You'll need to undress sir, so I can begin to extract the proper amount of semen."
"You ahh, you want me to...you want..." Mark was struggling because she had reached over and was stroking his penis through his pants, and he was uncomfortably hard.
"Take these off sir." The sexy woman whispered into Mark's ear while tugging at his belt. Her lips, hot, moist and soft brushed against his neck and he shivered, his desire at a fever pitch. His hands went to work, seemingly with a mind of their own, undoing his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants until they slid down his legs and pooled around his knees. His underwear strained to hold in his swollen manhood.
The gypsy woman helped Mark step out of his pants and yanked his underwear down, letting his seven inch penis spring free. It stuck straight out at a higher than ninety degree angle. She grinned slyly and wrapped her slender fingers around it, feeling it surge in her grasp. Slowly, she slid down until she was kneeling in front of him and in one move she swallowed the entire length, planting her thick lips against his pelvis.
Mark sucked in a deep breath as he felt the most incredible sensation. It was the most intense deep throat blow job that he ever received and within seconds, he felt like he was going to cum. His mouth dropped open and he wailed "OHHHHHHHHGGGODDDDD I'M GONNA CUMMMMM!" He was certain that he was past the point of no return when he felt her hand grip the base of his shaft tightly and he couldn't cum. He was still on the verge, but she had effectively stopped his orgasm from coming.
The next thing Mark knew, she had pulled her mouth off his cock and stood up while still gripping his shaft tightly. His eyes bulged upon seeing her fully naked and he wondered how she had undressed so quickly. Her naked body was a vision of perfection and he allowed her to lead him over to an old cot up against the back wall. She had him lay down on his back before straddling him and guiding his ridged tool deep into her snug vagina.
Mark groaned when she released the base of his cock and sat down fully on him. His urge to cum had diminished. She sat still on him just staring down into his eyes and then began to use her inner muscles to squeeze and release over and over. To Mark, it felt as if she was sliding up and down on his manhood, but she wasn't moving her body. He felt the urge to cum again, but just when the feeling reached the critical point, her pussy clamped down super tight and held, once again keeping him from cumming.
"OHHHHSHITTT Let me cum pleeeasee." He whined as the frustration built.
"Almost there sir, just need the right amount of semen." She said, her voice sounding heavenly.
When his need to cum had passed again, the brunette goddess began working her pussy muscles again, giving him the sensation that she was sliding up and down. This time though, she leaned forward and placed a plump, erect nipple into his mouth and said "Suck it sir, drink it all down."
Mark's mouth clamped down on her nipple and he sucked. A torrent of hot liquid sprayed into his mouth and his eyes popped open wide again. The liquid was sweet and when he swallowed it down, he felt a warmth flowing into his stomach. This was wrong somehow, but he was unable to stop himself from drinking in her essence and it was making him more lightheaded with each swallow.
This time, when Mark felt his orgasm fast approaching, he looked up into her eyes and she said to him "Go ahead, fill my pussy with your cum. You are ready now."
Mark was confused because she had told him that she needed his semen for an ingredient in the apple pie, but now she wanted him to cum inside her. It didn't make any sense to him but at this point he was too far gone to care and with a loud groan around a mouthful of milky tit, Mark exploded with the most intense, draining orgasm he ever felt. Every part of his body, from his nose to his toes, felt like it was cumming. He was screaming in agonizing pleasure while both brown nipples of the exquisite gypsy woman squirted a seeming unending spray of milky liquid.
The orgasm was so intense that when it was finally over, Mark was completely worn out. All of his energy had been spent and he was unable to even lift his head off the cot. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as the beauty climbed off him and walked over to a refrigerator that he hadn't even seen before. It was a tiny one, like college students typically use in a dorm, and from it she pulled out an apple pie.
He watched the sultry lady carry the pie to a footstool and set it down. From there she straddled the low footstool and lowered her bare pussy down until it was just above the pie. Mark was transfixed and disgusted by what she did next. He could see her bearing down, as if she was pregnant and pushing out a baby, and a big blob of cum, his cum, dripped out and landed in the center of the pie.
It was as if he was driving by a train crash with multiple casualties, it was disturbing and revolting but he couldn't look away. The first dollop of whitish cream was followed by several more, way more than Mark even expected, and at the end there was a funny farting noise as she pushed out the last vestiges of their mixed fluids. The last thing he saw before his eyes closed was her wiping her pussy with her fingers and putting those fingers into her mouth to lick the mess off.
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When Mark opened his eyes again, he was standing out in the other room again at the counter and there was an open box in front of him with a perfect looking apple pie inside. Behind the counter was an old decrepit looking woman with wrinkles on her wrinkles. She looked to be not a day older than one hundred and twenty years old.
