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Magic Branded Man-whore

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Chapter 3: Stranger on a Bus

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3: Stranger on a Bus - A man's girlfriend catches him flirting with another woman and curses him. The curse takes the form of a brand on his back. Hijinks follow.

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/Ma   Mult   Reluctant   Gay   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Fairy Tale   Workplace   Magic   DomSub   Swinging   Anal Sex   Oral Sex   Revenge   Slow  

After dinner we went to Julian’s place, where I vowed to myself to better job cleaning up my own apartment ... or hire a maid.

Julian picked out his clothes for the next day while I grabbed a shower, but he was asleep on a recliner before I came out. I’d noticed he was flagging during dinner, but I was feeling oddly energized, so I got dressed and walked home.

I couldn’t get the sex I’d had out of my mind. Every single person I passed I found myself wondering what they would be like in bed. Were they a top? A bottom? Kinky? Missionary only? My penis had recovered during dinner and was hard again, despite jerking off in Julian’s shower, before I was a quarter of the way home.

One of the people I passed winked at me. She was under five feet tall, over sixty, didn’t speak English, liked to ride on top, and had some pretty good endurance for her age. It was 2 a.m. before I finally unlocked my front door.

The lady ... I didn’t catch her name — I’m pretty sure she never told me — but she liked it when I called her Mamacita ... had shoved me out the back door with my clothes in my arms when a young man walked in the front door. I assumed the young man was her grandson, but was certainly in no position to judge if first impressions were wrong.

Mamacita had kicked me out energized and hard. While I got dressed in an alley, a lady in a miniskirt, high-heeled boots, and a tube top under a bulky open jacket asked me if I’d like to party. My cock said yes, but she abruptly lost interest when she found out I’d lost my wallet and I didn’t have any money.

I still had my car keys, but my car was still in the parking lot at work. I found a bus ticket I kept for emergencies and checked the schedule, gave the whole place an overdue cleaning — Mamacita’s house had been immaculate too — ate some breakfast, and caught the early bus to work so I’d have time to search for my wallet and call the credit card companies if I couldn’t find it. I was a little tired by that point, but not as tired as I should have been.

On the bus my back started to itch, but I couldn’t reach the spot and rubbing myself on the bus seat just made me frustrated. Abruptly, a hand reached out from the next row back and ran long nails over exactly the right spot. I felt a static shock when she touched me, and abruptly my itchiness was gone. Her nails felt really good and I didn’t realize I had moaned out loud until she giggled. At the sound of her voice I was instantly rock hard.

“You wouldn’t happen to be single, would you?” I asked after her hand withdrew. The first thing I noticed when I turned around was her smile. She had dimples and her lips were very full and the color of chocolate. The rest of her face was the faintest shade lighter and her hair was a curly mop which framed her round face in a cute way.

She held up her left hand and showed me a ring. “Married, sorry.”

“Happily?”

Her smile turned into a grin at the hopeful tone in my voice. Her teeth were large and white. “Very. How about you turn around. I am far too much woman for a tiny little man like you.”

It was only then that my gaze slid off her face. She was probably an inch or two shorter than me, but the rest of her body was as generous as her smile: nearly triple my weight. Her breasts were particularly fabulous and I swore I saw her nipples harden through her bra as I inspected them. “I would love to prove how much of a man-”

As I spoke my gaze returned to her face. She was still smiling, but the expression was wry. Her eyes flicked to the seat next to her with a little jerk of her head and my words died in my mouth.

The man scowling next to her was several inches taller than me and also considerably heavier, but all his weight looked to be muscle. His knuckles were scarred and the scratched ring on his left hand matched the woman beside her.

“You are a very lucky man.”

 
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