Thrown Into World of Lust

I was just hanging out at my house playing some video games when the whole world was consumed by a vortex of purple.

One minute I was sitting on my old worn out chair the next I was in an incredibly comfortable and fancy armchair. The first thing I noticed was how the chair might cost more than my whole house the next thing I notice was the fact that my arms were bound to the arms of the chair.

"Sorry about the rough entry love," I heard a woman's voice from behind me. It was one of those voices that screamed out how attractive the girl who owned it was. The voice had a slight accent, british maybe? It seemed genuine in the apology and I felt all too calm about this whole situation.

"Thats okay bu---," I started until a woman stepped into my line of sight.

She was the most stunning woman I had ever seen, which seems wrong to say considering I had a girlfriend who was easily supermodel hot, but that is the truth of the matter. She had tan skin and auburn hair. She was wearing, well very little really, a white lace bra and panties with a black gown. She was fit, not the muscular kind of fit but the could definitely play some volleyball kind. I drank in her smooth flawless skin, long legs, and sizable firm breasts.

"What's the matter love," she said as I stopped speaking, "Something got your tongue?"

She walked towards me in that way every girl I ever knew had learned how to do at some point. You know the way, all swaying hips and distracting, the way a girl walked when she wanted something. Most girls learned the walk, but this woman before me had perfected it. My jaw was gaping as she made it to directly in front of me.

Logically I knew that I should be freaking out right now, but still that incredible sense of calm remained. Though calm was rapidly being replaced by another emotion, lust.

The woman in front of me smiled and looked me up and down, "This won't do, I can't see all of you," she stuck a delicate hand into her cleavage and retrieved a wooden stick about 18 inches long. She waved the stick at me and suddenly I was wearing less than the beauty in front of me.

Now completely naked with a beautiful woman in front of me one of my appendages decided that now was it's time to shine. My cock stood to attention for the woman.

"Ahh," the woman said sitting on one of my legs and bringing her hand down to stroke along the length of my cock, "Very nice." I gasped as she stroked up and down, she smiled and leaned to whisper in my ear, "Very nice indeed."

I was pretty average looking in my mind, I worked out regularly and tried to eat healthy but I was far from a movie star in terms of attractiveness. I suppose she could have been talking about my cock, slightly above average from what I've been told. Speaking of my cock her fingers played magic on that particular appendage, I was on the brink of orgasm in moments.

"Ahh, ah, ah," the woman whispered, "You may not orgasm without my permission," she stroked me harder. She seemed to delight in my struggle as she spoke, "I'm sure you have questions, rest assured that they don't matter, in fact you'll find very little of what you think matters." Slightly rude but she spoke it with such confidence that I felt it had to be true, "All that matters is what I tell you."

I felt my orgasm build up again and I tried to fight it back, but I just couldn't. It roared through me and I looked forward to seeing the beauty in front of me covered in my cum. Only for none of that to happen, the pressure that was building in my cock dissipated instantly, instead I felt as the pleasure from the witches hands doubled as did my own lust. She became all the more beautiful in my eyes.

"Did you think I was joking when I said you won't orgasm without my permission," She asked teasingly, "No, you won't orgasm until I decide you've earned it," I groaned as she removed her hand, but my disappointment soon turned to joy as she removed her panties and said, "Now I hope you won't mind me taking some advantage of your current predicament." I did not mind at all as she mounted me and began to ride.

In between moans she spoke, "I've brought you here for a reason," she rode faster, "You are what we call a radiant. Oh sorry, I'm a witch specializing in sex magic and potions, but I'm guessing you already figured that out," She threw her head back and moaned loudly as I felt my orgasm building up again. Then once again it dissipated and my sensitivity doubled, she did not seem to suffer from my lack of orgasm. Her whole body shook as I felt her cunt clench tightly around my cock.

I think I passed out for a moment only to be awoken by her still riding my suffering organ. "Oh my god that was amazing," she said, "what they say about radiants is true, you're incredible, even better than the stories." She continued gyrate on my penis, "And now that you've taken me we're bound together," I shook as she rode and spoke, whatever she meant by bound together I had no idea, but I didn't particularly care all I was thinking about was the orgasm I needed.

"I'm going to continue riding you," she whispered in my ear, "try not to get too worked up while I explain your new life or I'll turn into an orgasming mess and just ride you until your mind breaks." God that sounded hot, which caused me to get a little more worked up. She shuddered saying, "This is going to be difficult for you," she smiled and said, "Good."