It was a stormy August afternoon, when a young man stepped out of his silver convertible. Attempting to get shelter for the evening at a small innocent looking inn on his way from his home in Norman Oklahoma to start his new job in Las Cruces. As he stepped through the front door into the main lobby he was greeted by a beautiful tall heavier set woman. "Welcome to Hilltop Inn. I am the manager Jean Du Sang, Can I help you?" She said.
Staring at the rain soaked baby blue eyed man there in faded blue jeans and a grey tee clinging to his hard muscular chest and stomach.
"Yes, my name is Lance Ange and I need a place to stay for the night." He said Looking at the beautiful woman before him with her piercing grey eyes, long dark red hair tied back into a ponytail and porcelain white skin. "Ok let me just let me get your key you'll be in room 666."
As she bent over to grab the key Lance could not be helped but be drawn in by her shapely figure. Her dark silk pencil skirt barely covering her red sheer stockings and long thick legs. Her backside looking like someone had placed two large peaches in a silk sock. Moving up he noticed her white silk top looked like it would burst at any second from trying to hold in her big round tits.
Soaked head to toe he could feel himself getting hard just staring at that beautiful sight. Glancing back at him, and taking note of his large penis protruding in his jeans. Jean smiled at Lance, and handed him the key. With his dick still throbbing he stepped away from the counter to head to his room. Upon entering the clean but tired and dated looking room. Lance Placed his key on the night stand he took off his clothes and stepped into the shower.
His long veiny cucumber shaped cock swaying in time with his movements still hard from staring at Jean's sexy body and her mesmerizing grey eyes. The hot water running down his chiselled construction worker chest. Leaving the shower he could not help but feel as if someone was watching him, but could not see anyone. Running the white terry cloth bath towel over his long 6'5 body he stood there before the mirror.
Gazing in it he saw a short slender woman with deep green eyes, long strawberry blond hair and sun kissed tanned skin. Standing behind him naked her trimmed pubic area playfully trimmed into a heart. "Hehe welcome!" Said the mysterious woman playfully, with a smile across her round and full face. Her small perky tits slightly rubbing against Lance's sculpted shoulders and back. Carefully and playfully the unknown woman reached down to grab his throbbing manhood, playfully caressed the long hard shaft moving from his pelvis down to the tip.
Lance quickly turned around to face this unknown stranger but found himself only being confronted by the sweet scent of lavender and honeysuckle. "Man I must be more exhausted than I thought." He thought to himself. Naked he climbed into the big dusty king sized bed and turned on the TV hoping there would be news of when the violent storm would break.
"I really need to get to that gig at the airport in Las Cruces by Thursday." He thought to himself. Realizing he still had 150 miles to travel before reaching the New Mexico state boarder.
As he felt himself doze off he heard a voice whisper "I don't think you will be making it to that expansion project anytime soon. With a cock like that we won't be letting you go anytime soon". Suddenly everything around the naked man went black. When he awoke he felt as if his body was lighter than a feather but could not move.
Opening his eyes he noticed he was still naked hanging upside down in a sex swing in a dark gothic looking room. Ordained with statues of naked women balled up in one of the corners as if someone had tried to escape something horrible but had been frozen in time. His limp cock just dangling on his stomach like a Christmas ornament hanging on a tree. He called out "is anyone there?" suddenly feeling dizzy from the blood rushing to his head.
"Oh dear it looks like he has finally woken up." said a familiar sounding sultry voice. Lancing still dangling in his restraints unable to move and now feeling nauseous from being inverted.
"Jean is that you?" called Lance frantically looking for help. When out of the shadows in the far reaches of the room emerged Jean. Standing before him this time in a purple corset with blood red trim matching crotch less lace panties and purple sheer stockings with a red rose embroidered on the side of her left thigh, and black wedged high heels. A long slender purple tail with a sharp arrow head looking point on the end dancing behind her. Moving through the air like a snake moving through the sand.
"What am I going to do with such a nice specimen?" gasped Jean as she stared at his cock laying there beating like a second heart. Lusting for the feel of her hot sticky breath feeling her Stoney grey eyes just staring at it, admiring her catch. Running her fingers down his penis at first and then moving down his pelvis finally circling around his nipples. Licking her velvet red lips Jean stared at the frightened and confused Lance.
"What are you going to do to me?" asked Lance oddly finding himself both afraid and intrigued of what would possibly be coming next. Begging to be freed from his shackles and some sort of explanation to this predicament. While Jean continued to tease the frightened man. Placing her lips on his penis she coyly kissed the tip and lightly ran her long tongue over the sides of the head. Before giving Lance's shaved balls a flick with her tongue.
"Shhh, don't worry my pretty mommy and her friends are going to take real good care of our handsome little toy." Said the eager Jean. She then snapped her long slender fingers and three more ladies including the strawberry blond from before emerged from the darkness each drooling with anticipation like a pack of wolves about to get their first meal after a harsh winter storm. As Jean massaged Lance's aching testicles she explained "we four were once Pagan pixies that brought good luck to the farmers here. However we have been banished from our home and transformed into succubae, because we got caught doing naughty things to our lord. Which his wife did not approve. The one that toyed with you in the bathroom. Her name is Morgana."
The slender lady donning a shiny red bikini top matching lace thong and pearl white stilettos. Placing one finger over the small but perky breasts of the next lady jean cooed "This pretty little minx in the black corset and sheer see through tights is Amy"