Simon gets lucky

Some days later Simon found himself at one of the many extravagant parties the nobility so often liked to throw to show off their wealth and connections. Predictably dull, Simon sought distraction and already drunk and stuffed full of overly rich food, wandered out onto the terrace to take in the night air. That was when he met her.

She didn't so much approach as she seemed to simply appear. Young, buxom and extremely pretty, her soft breasts which threatened to spill out over her fine evening gown pressed up against Simon's side as he looked out over the gardens, her voice like honey as she whispered in his ear.

"Finally, the dashing young gentleman is all alone and ripe for the picking." she said softly with a slight giggle, the brush of her soft fingertips against the back of his hand causing his skin to tingle pleasantly.

As Simon turned to take in the beauty his instincts quickly took over, his rather brash sense of charm kicking in as he began to try to woo the ravishing stranger. Despite his nervousness, a feeling that was largely unfamiliar to him, Simon found the young woman surprisingly receptive. She laughed at his jokes and when he chanced a light pat on her exquisite rump she not only didn't seem to mind, he could have sworn that she had leaned back into it ever so slightly.

Soon the pair were arm in arm, wandering through the party with drinks in hand. Simon quickly discovered that not only was this enchanting stranger quite possibly the most beautiful woman he had ever met, but she was also almost as wicked as he. She delighted in observing some of the most distinguished guests and pointing out their very worst features or sharing some of the many sordid secrets about them she seemed to know.

Old Sir Landry, still strong and proud in retirement had a hidden taste for young men, she said. While the huge Lady Hustwaite, so obese she surely had trouble wiping her own privates enjoyed smothering her lovers by sitting on their faces or enveloping them in her gargantuan breasts. Oh how the pair sniggered and laughed at the crowd as they picked them apart, Simon's grip on the mysterious beauty growing tighter and falling lower as the night wore on.

So enthralled by the lady's company was Simon that he didn't even have to think when she suggested they go somewhere more private. The journey was a blur but that didn't matter once they were alone in her boudoir, the stunning minx playfully pushing the young man down onto the soft, pillowy bed before climbing up to straddle his waist.

"Now darling, time for some fun." she said as she reached up and began to fasten Simon's wrists to her bed head with ribbon. A slight chill tingled down his spine and it seemed she must have sensed something as she quickly soothed him. "Now, now... nothing to worry about. Trust me, you're going to love this."

Simon tugged gently at his bonds - they were surprisingly tight considering how soft they felt around his wrists. The bonds were quickly forgotten however as he realised that his lover was busying herself with his belt buckle and in no time she had him undone and had pulled his trousers down to his ankles. Simon's cock stood tall and proud, his youthful vigor on full display as he looked down past it into his lover's grinning face.

Something about the mysterious woman's expression sent another chill down Simon's spine but this time it was soothed by her touch. Her soft, delicate fingers wrapped around his sizable shaft, the sensation far beyond any pleasure he had previously experienced and when she leant in and engulfed him in her warm, wet mouth he instantly felt on the verge of climax.

It turned out the mystery woman was extremely talented with her mouth - the perfect woman, Simon thought to himself as his cock throbbed and twitched. The sight of her delicate curls moving as he watched her head bob up and down was intensely erotic and he reached down to caress them gently. To his surprise her hair felt far less soft and smooth than it appeared, so coarse and matted that it seemed impossible. As he looked closer a sense of dread began to rise in his stomach, the woman's hair seeming to shift and change before his very eyes. What were honey-brown locks slowly morphed into a wiry nest of black and grey hair, so wild and frizzy he thought he could even see twigs in there.

Simon let out a whimpering sound and his whole body stiffened as his lover slowly removed herself from his thrumming cock. It stood proudly, shimmering with spit as it pulsed and throbbed and as he looked past it this time, no longer was his lover the beautiful young minx he had considered one day making his wife. Instead, looking back at him with a gleeful, toothless grin and a menacing glint in her eyes was a haggard old crone. A filthy, wrinkled mess of a thing, her withered old fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.

Simon screamed and tugged against his bonds but suddenly he felt weak, almost as if he was melting into the bed beneath him. He managed to tear his eyes away from the hag, realising that the room too had changed. No longer was he ensconced in the luxurious comfort of a young lady's bedroom but instead he was looking around a dark, cluttered hut. Foul odours assaulted his senses, a lingering scent of brimstone, the musty tang of old rotten things, long dead things. Simon looked back to the hag and screamed again as she licked her lips, his eyes widening as she spoke.

"Scream all you want sonny..." she said, her voice cracking - her soft, sexy tone long gone. "There is nobody to hear you. Nobody to save you... Now, there is only me."

The hag cackled then, a loud gleeful exclamation that almost loosened Simon's bowels, such was the evil in it. He screamed again, and again despite the futility of it while the witch set about her plan for ****.