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.
