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11-13-2007, 03:19 AM
The bar was dark as she walked in, her eyes slowly adjusting to the gloom. Someplace new, she reminded herself. She was tired of the same old singles bars and clubs. This was her attempt to slum a bit, in a seedier area of town, where there was absolutely no chance of running into anybody she knew.

There were a few men here, huddled over glasses, but no one really stared at her as she approached. A welcome relief. She was very attractive to the opposite sex, she was well aware of that, used it to her advantage on quite a number of occasions. She had a pretty face, but she knew it was her body that really drew the attention – long legs, athletic, but with a very sexy upper body. Her breasts were full, yet firm. “God, you’ve got great tits,” her last boyfriend had told her. That was before she dumped his ass. Not for crude language, she liked that, but because she hadn’t had an orgasm in weeks.

“What’ll you have?” the bartender asked gruffly. He was the very embodiment of the seedy bar around him. A long scar ran down one side of his face. His voice had a harsh gravelly tone to it. And he did not look thrilled to be here.

“Gin and tonic,” she answered. “Double.”

He grunted, reached behind the bar and started pouring. She looked around, more closely now. Two older men, maybe late fifties, sat in a table in the corner, with a bottle of scotch between them. A middle-aged guy in a beaten-up suit sat a couple of seats to her left. To her right, a fairly young couple sat next to each other, drinking grimly yet steadily, occasionally murmuring something unintelligible.

The bartender delivered her drink and she swallowed it in one quick motion. “Another,” she said. He looked at her with no indication of surprise whatsoever, and re-poured for her from the bottles he hadn’t even put down yet. He’s seen it all, she thought.

“May I try an experiment with you?” a voice behind her asked.

She whirled around on her stool, surprised, and met the gaze of a man with black hair and very dark probing eyes. At first they looked black to her, but she realized they were just very dark brown. He wasn’t handsome, yet he was, in a way. It’s those eyes, she thought. They bore into her, full of fascination and ... something else. She hadn’t noticed him before. Where did this guy come from?

She looked him up and down, her trademark move, bold and fearless, and stared very directly at his crotch. Nicely tailored slacks, tight and form-fitting. She could see his outline through the fabric. Impressive. But she wasn’t here to gratify the needs of some horny businessman.

“No thanks …,” she started to say, then met his stare again, and stopped. “But out of curiosity, what did you have in mind?”

“Name any card in a normal deck of cards,” he said simply, without emotion.

“Really?” she said dismissively. “A card trick? That’s your approach?”

“Indulge me,” he replied, and the very command of it, the confidence, took her aback.

“Um, ok, the uh … seven of hearts.”

He quickly moved his hand in a graceful gesture toward the front of her sweater. There was no contact, nothing physical, but she felt something, something different between her breasts. She lifted the top, looked down into her cleavage, then reached down into her bra and pulled out a card. It was indeed the seven of hearts.

“Very smooth,” she said with a sardonic smile. “You’ve gotten to second base. Or your playing cards have anyway.”

“One more quick experiment?” he asked in his smooth tone.

“All right.”

“Please think of something I cannot know,” he commanded. “Let’s say … your favorite sexual position. In detail.”

Her thoughts immediately turned to that hotel room in Aruba, that spring break, the guy from the beach. God he was strong. She had cum, and cum.

The dark man stared at her deeply. It felt so … invasive. But she was starting to get excited, just a little.

“You like …,” he paused, “you like to be lifted up. Pressed hard against the wall.” His eyes bored into her, even deeper. “Your … legs wrapped around him. He thrusts inside you. Slamming you hard against the wall … again … again … again. And now you’re cumming. Hard. More than once. Your juices flowing down your thighs.”

Her mouth was open. She was breathing hard. She could almost feel it again. The dark man had provided an exact description, not only of the act, but of what it felt like, in detail. God, she was actually getting wet.

Now he was looking her up and down, appreciatively. Then again, that riveting stare deep into her eyes. “Care to try another experiment?” he asked. “Something a bit more … engaging?”

He held out his hand and she felt herself reaching for it, almost as if she had no resistance. His hand was warm to the touch. It enveloped hers. Large hands, she thought to herself. You know what that means.

He led her from the stool toward the back of the bar, through a doorway, down a hall. She knew she should stop, turn around, but for some reason she just kept following. They crossed through another door into a room with a couch, a couple of chairs. The walls were adorned with artwork, strange but riveting, revealing people engaged in grotesque activities – eating voraciously, rolling in money, fighting a duel, having sex. All the subjects were clearly enjoying themselves.

He noticed her fascination. “The seven deadly sins,” he said, as though that explained it all.

“Who … who are you?” she asked shakily. “What is this place?”

He spread his hands in a theatrical gesture. “You might say I’m the house magician. This is where I perform.”

“You get paid to do shows here? In this place?”

He smiled slightly. “I … entertain the guests,” he replied ambiguously.

She broke free of his gaze. “I … I should go.”

“Don’t you want another drink?” And with that he was holding out his hand, a full glass resting on his palm. “Gin and tonic, correct?”

She nodded slowly and took the glass from him, then sipped the drink. It was gin and tonic, perfectly mixed. She drank more deeply.

“So what’s your big trick?” she asked him boldly. “What makes you different from other magicians?”

“Hmm,” he appeared to ponder the question for a moment. “Perhaps it is my ability to engender a feeling of warmth in my audience.”

And with that he inhaled deeply, then exhaled directly at her, his breath enveloping her, almost like a strong wind. No odor, but very forceful, and very warm. No, hot.

“Are you feeling warm?” he asked her.

She was warm, getting warmer by the second. She felt sticky.

“Perhaps you should remove that warm sweater,” he suggested.

The suggestion sounded exactly right to her. If she could just pull off her sweater, she would feel much better. Quickly, without another thought, she pulled her sweater over her head and threw it aside. Now she stood before him in her black lace bra.

“And that skirt,” he continued. “Just too much clothing for this environment.”

He was right. She pulled the skirt down, and kicked off her shoes. Now only her bra and matching panties remained.

She knew that somehow this was moving much too fast, but she couldn’t figure out how to slow it down. Everything she had done made perfect sense to her. She should feel embarrassed, perhaps, but instead her state of undress made her feel emboldened, and a little bit excited.

“Have you ever been levitated?” he asked her in that probing tone.

“I know how they do it,” she replied with some confidence. “I’ve seen the wires … or the metal bars down their backs.”

“Amateurs,” he said with a sneer, and with that he threw a sweeping gesture at her.

With no warning, she felt herself rising off the ground. Her arms and legs were thrown askew and she was being propelled backward. She slammed into the wall behind her, the breath knocked out of her for a moment. She remained there, suspended, several feet above the ground, pressed hard into the wall’s cool surface.

The magician gestured again, and she felt her bra unhook and her panties fall to the floor. “You are quite beautiful, my dear,” he said.

Although the magician was several feet away, suddenly she felt something moving over her breasts, teasing them, then lightly massaging them. Her nipples stiffened and her breathing started to quicken. She felt a familiar lubrication between her thighs. “Ohhh,” she said involuntarily.

Another gesture and her there was another feeling now. Lightly teasing. It’s my pussy, she thought. Somehow he’s touching me. She felt her clit being worked slowly, then more and more firmly.

“Oh god,” she said between her quickened breathing. “I … I’m getting … ohhhh … ohhhh.”

The magician still stood a few feet away, but now he began to disrobe. It was fast and very smooth. In seconds she saw him standing there, completely naked. His cock … oh god, his cock was huge.

At the sight of him her excitement grew even more intense. Now the pressure on her pussy grew harder, firmer, quicker. She started to lose control. “Ohhhh … you’re gonna make me … oh god … I’m cumming … cumming … aahhhhh …”

Her pussy started to spasm and she felt the world drop away. Waves of pleasure rocked her body. Again … and again.

Then slowly she was back. Her feet were now on the floor. But she was still wet. Very wet.

She looked up and the magician was right in front of her. “What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“Suck my tits,” she replied.

He cupped her tits in his hands and slowly licked each nipple in turn. It was like sandpaper, intense, sending ripples of pleasure directly to her core. Then he was suckling. Her nipple grew, actually grew, in his mouth.

He looked again into her eyes, that riveting stare. “And now?”

“Now fuck me,” she growled intensely. “You know how I like it. I wanna cum all over your hard cock.”

Then she was being lifted again, and lowered forcefully onto his impossibly large cock. The moment of penetration was unbelievably intense. She actually came a little … and then he was thrusting inside her, pressing her back against the wall, slamming her into the hard surface with each massive thrust. It was pain and incredible pleasure all at once.

She looked around, at the dingy room around her, at the graphic paintings of people experiencing every form of pleasure … and it made her feel dirty … so dirty. “Fuck me!” she screamed at him. “Screw my fucking cunt with your filthy hard cock!”

He was so deep inside her, she couldn’t feel anything else. Again and again he pulled back, almost pulling out of her, only to drive forward again, slamming his massive dick into the core of her being. At each thrust she knew he was hitting every point of stimulation in her body – her clit, her G-spot, her cervix. It was so … so intense.

“Fuck me … fuck me … FUUUCCCKKK MEEEEEE!” she screamed as he slammed her again and again and again. “OHHHHHHH. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” She came … hard … but still he continued … over and over.

Then, even as he continued his thrusts, somehow he met her eyes again. She could see he was getting close. “And now?” he asked her once again.

“Now cum inside me!” she exclaimed. “Shoot your fucking spunk in my cunt! Do it! Fucking fill me with your jizz!”

He put his mouth over hers then, his tongue forcing down her throat, and it tasted like nothing she had ever experienced. It was like … like every sensation there was … sweet and sour and bitter, all at once. And he was groaning into her mouth, louder and louder.

His thrusts intensified, and she felt no control of her own body as she was slammed again and again against the wall. His cock seemed to swell to enormous size inside her. Again she started to cum, and then she felt his cock start to pump, pulsing, shooting jets into her clutching hole. She was cumming uncontrollably around his cock as he filled her up. She could feel massive amounts of cum shooting inside her, her body unable to contain it as it ran streaming down her thighs, mixed with her own juices.

Then it was over, and she fell to the floor, no longer held against the wall. Her cunt spasmed once more, then subsided. Slowly she opened her eyes, and … he was gone. She was alone in the room.

She looked down at herself. Unmistakably she had been fucked. She was still covered in his spunk. But he was nowhere to be seen.

Almost in a daze she gathered up her belongings and slowly dressed, then found her way back out to the bar. Everybody was still there, the two men in the corner, the couple, the guy in the suit.

She flagged the bartender. “Hey, is the magician gone?”

“Gone for now,” he replied tonelessly. “But here every night, like clockwork.”
She nodded, and struggled out of the building, out to her car.

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The next night, she found herself once again driving into the same seedy part of town, walking into the same bar. Somehow she wasn’t surprised to see the same crowd there again. But this time there was someone new, a young man, mid to late twenties, ordering a vodka martini. She sat down a couple of stools away, not wanting to be distracted from her intended liaison.

The bartender walked up to her. “Gin and tonic?” he asked.

“Uh, good memory,” she replied, and he moved away to fix her drink.

“May I try an experiment with you?” the voice asked, and she turned expectantly, but somehow disappointed. The voice was somewhat different.

Two stools down, the newcomer, the young man turned in his seat to face a stunning young woman who had somehow appeared out of nowhere. She looked deep into his eyes. “Think of any card,” she said seductively.

Even as the young man pondered his response, the woman looked over at last night’s visitor. They were unmistakable, those eyes.

11-13-2007, 06:32 AM
Great story thanks for sharing it

11-13-2007, 08:25 AM
Thanks for the addition...I enjoyed it.

Hope to see more stories from you....:)

11-13-2007, 03:22 PM
wow amazing story, great ending too !!!

11-14-2007, 03:02 AM
Thanks for writing such an interesting and unusual story. I liked it.

11-14-2007, 03:26 AM
very nice it was very interseting you should keep writting these
keep em cumming

10-27-2008, 01:22 PM
Real nice and interesting Thx

10-27-2008, 04:06 PM
wow, i missed this one. very good story.

10-09-2010, 02:03 AM
Great twist, any more?