I was born and bred in Salem, but I've never seen anyone like you. I've been watching you for some time now, and something's definitely off. The way your hair moves in the wind, cascading down your shoulders like a waterfall, it's unnatural. The way your ass floats side to side when you walk down the road is unholy. The way your shapely form makes me think things no god-fearing Christian man should ever think is supernatural. I know you're a witch.
I told the town minister and he did nothing. "If she is a witch, god will strike her down." He said.
I told the judge and he did nothing "We cannot accuse her of witchcraft without evidence." He said.
I told the mayor and he did nothing. "Dude, not everyone is a witch. Chill." He said.
But I know your secret, and tonight I'm going to confront you about it.
I creep toward your home in the dead of night, autumn breeze quietly rustling the leaves around me, covering the sound of my footsteps. I see high in the second floor of your house a single light, probably from a historically accurate lantern or similar light source. I stalk closer and see your silhouette against the curtain. You remove linens as I watch and the sight stirs the demons inside me. I feel my dick harden at the mere thought of your body. I approach the back door of the house and try the handle. Unlocked. Foolish. I think to myself. You've made a mistake and now you're going to pay for it. I sneak inside.
I can hear you upstairs, humming something to yourself, probably some satanic tune. I move silently up the stairs, making sure to step on only the edges of the stairs so they don't creak. I'm outside your door, it's slightly ajar, and I peek through.
You're naked. Preparing for bed. Your perfect body that picture of the fallen angel that so clearly inhabits you. I can barely stand to look at your intimidating beauty. And though you may not be aware of my presence I can already feel myself falling under your spell. My manhood swells bigger than I've ever felt it before. That must be your doing, witch. I decide I can't afford to wait any longer, and I burst through the door into your bedroom.
"WITCH!" I screech. "You have committed mortal sin and god has sent me to punish you!". I see the fear in your eyes as I stride across the room toward you. I grab you by the throat, and you feel my hands, still cold from the fall weather outside, tighten around your neck. "You will help me rid myself of these impure thoughts!" I tell you. "Lest your punishment be more severe than necessary!"
I push you onto your stomach on the bed and pull my belt from my pants. "Lie still, Witch." I command "And let the pain remind you of your place." I fold the belt in half.
"I'm not a witch-" Is all you manage to get out before the belt cracks across your ass. Just what a witch would say. You shout in pain.
"Silence!" I command. You decide it would be in your best interest to obey. CRACK! Another strike across your ass sends a stinging sensation up and down you. I thought perhaps this would help me purge myself of my impure thoughts, but it seems to be having the opposite effect. Your magic must be powerful. CRACK! You squeal in pain. The bulge in my pants grows ever larger. Perhaps this is not the way to exorcise the demons. It's time to try a different tact. I remove my own clothes. Your eyes widen at your first sight of my manhood. It's grown to an impressive size, engorged by your blood magic. I grab you by the hair, and pull your head toward it.
"You shall reap what you have sowed." I say. "Now you must suck the darkness from me". My hot rod slaps you in the cheek insistently. "Don't make me get the belt again." I add. That stirs you. You take the tip of my cock into your mouth. It's salty-sweet, and just a little wet. You run your tongue around it once. Twice. You feel it twitch against your tongue. You look up at me, you swirl your tongue again and see the effect it has on me. You start to feel the same way you felt when you wore that too-short frock and everyone could see your ankle. You feel slutty, but also sexy.
Your hand reaches out and grips my shaft. You take more of my cock into your mouth and begin working the rest of it with your hand. Moving slowly up and down it. I moan in pleasure. This only encourages you. You work the shaft faster, and take more and more of my dick inside your mouth. I know it isn't godly, but I can't say I don't enjoy the sight of you sucking me. Your head bobbing up and down on my thick cock. It feels good. I can see why the church outlawed it.
Your other hand finds my balls, and you squeeze, ever so gently. I gasp. Gratified, you massage them as well, really working everything you can get your hands on. I lean back, and almost involuntarily push my hips forward. My cock slides deeper into your throat, about three quarters of the way. I love the way it feels. I can hardly take it. As much as I want these demons out of me, I don't quite want it to end yet.