The Witch of Tafnar Square

I was in the need of a good massage but the guy I usually went to had to go back home for a wedding he had to attend and I was really sore from just starting to work out again.

I went online and found a couple of different masseuses that I then called to see if I could get in that day. On my 3rd try my luck changed and I contacted a guy who answered the phone, “Tafnar Square Apothecary and Conjurations.” I almost hung up the phone but blurted out, “I may have the wrong number, do you do massage there.”

“Oh, yes of course sir,” the voice on the other end said.

“Any way I could get in for a full body massage today?”

We set the massage appointment up for later that night at 9:00. Which I thought was quite late and pretty late for any business to be open. But as they say, beggars can’t be choosers.

At 8:50 I found my way up to Tafnar Square and thought that I may have been mistaken since all the other businesses and small shops were already closed. But finding the shop I walked right in and realized that what they sold appeared to be herbs and things. I was hit by an olfactory sensory overload that made me think of a small cigar shop I used to like to go into. I was never a big cigar smoker but I loved the way that place smelled. This was no different. There were big bottles of what appeared to be herbs and other plant clippings lining every wall. I walked up to the counter and rang a small bell with an even smaller sign on it that said, “Please ring”.

“Just a minute”, came a voice from the back.

At once appeared a man that came from behind a black curtain; he was about 2 inches taller than me with long black hair. He had some of it pulled back into a ponytail in what we used to call in my hair stylist days, a Foo-man-Choo. He wore a shirt with no sleeves and was heavily tattooed up and down his arms in strange characters that looked like something between Arabic and Chinese. Obviously no stranger to weight training, his body was full of muscle and he smiled down at me with a very handsome face and asked how he could help me.

“I’m your nine o’clock”, I said.

“Ahh, the full body massage, please have a seat over here, and could you please fill out these two forms? Would you like some tea? It will help relax you”.

I shook my head and said, “No thanks, just the message”.

“Are you absolutely certain you wouldn’t want some tea, it’s complimentary”? His eyes met mine and it was as if I couldn’t look away. Suddenly I found myself very thirsty.

“Yes, some tea would be nice. I’m sorry I didn’t say yes before, I usually don’t drink much before a massage because it might make me want to pee”.

I shook my head and thought to myself, what the fuck did I say that for? It was if I didn’t have any problem telling this man anything.

“No worries young master, we can fix any issue with the correct massage angle and even a potion if you so choose”.

Red-faced, I sat down in a chair and started to fill out the forms still thinking how stupid I felt blurting out personal information without even thinking about it.

I hadn’t even gotten to the third question on the form when the dark-haired man brought me my tea in a thick white cup. I smelled it and took a sip before I realized I’d never smelled a tea such as this. The taste was peppery and made my tongue slippery but I couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Although it was quite hot I kept drinking it until the cup was empty. Setting it on the small table next to me I did a double take and realized the cup was black. “Hmm, could’ve sworn that was white”.

“Are you ready my young prince”? The dark-haired man asked as he came out of nowhere and grabbed my empty cup and the clipboard.

“Oh, I’m… I’m not quite done with this,” I said.

He looked down at the clipboard,” I think we have enough information here… David”.

“Follow me please”, as he walked into the back behind the counter through the black curtain.

He opened a door to a small dark room and as we entered he told me to get undressed and lay face down.

“There’s a towel to cover yourself if you wish. I’ll be right back”.

After he closed the door, I looked around the room. There were pictures of pentangles and healing potions on the walls. I said to myself, “If I wish? Man, this place is kind of weird”.

It was the usual style of massage table but extra sturdy that I laid face down on and placed the towel over my ass. At this point, I started to feel slightly strange. Not really tired but sort of foggy and really relaxed. I put my face into the hole in the table and felt like I could possibly fall asleep.

“How do you feel David, my fine young prince”? The dark-haired man said as he entered the room.

I turned toward him and what I could see of him startled me a bit. He had taken off his shirt and shoes and rolled up his black sweatpants. For a second I thought he looked like a genie from one of those old-time black-and-white movies. He was tatted all over his body not just on his arms, which made his muscles look more defined. What my old girlfriend would have called a gym-rat body. His hair was now all tied back into a man bun and I realized then that his eyes were bright blue and I believe he had eyeliner on.

“Sorry about my attire, but it gets very hot in this little room. And the air conditioning is broken. I take it you're feeling more relaxed”?

I could only seem to mutter out a small grunt as I put my face into the hole in the table and he got on with the massage.

He was an excellent masseuse and after spending a bit of time on my neck he started to hit my back. He was leaning over me reaching my lower back and the top of my butt and I could feel his crotch on the back of my head. I’ve had massages where the masseuse climbed all over me so this was nothing different except I thought I could feel his dick on the back of my head. The further he leaned over me the more I could feel him getting hard and it really started to turn me on. He then walked around the table still touching me as he started to massage my feet and legs. This I know is the sign of a true masseuse, once they touch you they are supposed to always have a hand on you.

He applied oil to both legs and feet and then zeroed in on my feet. I have never had anyone work my feet over like this and I seem to feel things in other parts of my body as he worked on them. At one point when he was pushing his thumb hard into the sole of my foot my cock jumped to attention.

I have had problems in the past with getting leg cramps during massages but this didn’t happen at all. What was surprising was… I was starting to get a hard-on.

“Is everything Ok David, not too hard”?

“Ah, What? No, I’m… you’re doing great”, I stammered.

Just then the dark-haired man asked, “Mind if I work your glutes”?

“Yeah, I mean no. I mean please… Do what you want to me”. I said. And again it sounded like someone else had said it.

“Ah good, I love to get into a man’s glutes”, He said.

 “I’m going to remove the towel. I don’t think we need it”. It was getting hot in the little dark room so I just grunted in agreement, and I guess this was me giving him an OK because he took my towel off and set it on a chair next to the massage bed. I have never had a massage without anything on but I could tell this wasn’t going to be an ordinary message.

He oiled up his hands and they were all over my ass. It was actually kind of erotic the way he was rubbing my cheeks. I guess you could say he was fondling me. It reminded me of those pornos that show the guy fondling and squishing a chick's greased-up tits.

After this, his hands worked my hips going all the way up from mid-leg to lower back. Then after messaging both legs he started to do the same on the inside of my leg. At one point he pushed my legs apart a bit and I could feel him going a bit into my ass. With each stroke back and forth up and down my backside, he kept going deeper and deeper into my ass crack.

“How’s that feel David”? He asked.

“Fucking awesome I sputtered out”, again with no thought to actually saying these things. There were no thoughts about how weird it was that a man was feeling my ass or touching it erotically. It seems that I was not only OK with it. I wanted it!

My cock was raging hard by now.

With one hand lightly brushing closer and closer to my hole then without much difference of movement, he pushed a finger into me while squeezing a cheek with the other hand.

“Oh my god!” I said lifting my head.

“You’re good, Don’t worry, You’re good,” The dark-haired man said.
Looking back at him he was staring down at me with his head tilted downward and when our eyes met I knew I was his to do with what he wanted.

Pulling my cheeks apart he applied more oil to his hand and went in deeper into my backdoor with his finger. First just a bit, then all the way in with one finger, and then he started to push in two. I was moaning now and put my face back down into the hole in the table. He knew what he was doing with his fingers too. He seemed to be rubbing my prostate while his thumb was pushing down on my taint.

“Oh Ja-sus that feels so fucking good,” I moaned.

“You see David, you really want this. Actually, I think you need this.”

I mumbled something but was thinking this just felt too fucking good.

He resumed finger fucking my ass and applying pressure to my perineum when he stopped

“OK, I think you’re ready for me,” He said as he stepped back from the table. I turned around and could see him remove his sweatpants and what appeared to be a black thong.

I tried to get up from the table but realized I was in a very strange fog. My body didn’t want to move the way I wanted it to. Kind of like I was drunk but with all my senses tingling, and my dick never felt this hard before. And I know this is really wacked out, but my cock felt bigger too.

“Alright David, even in this state you may feel a bit of pain. God, I’d love it if you were into that kind of thing, you’d be worth bringing back for more and maybe becoming a constant client of mine.” Then he laughed. And strange enough it sounded like a woman laughing.

“Like I said it may be slightly painful at first but I will go slow and let you get used to it. Then you will experience intense pleasure like you never had before.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about but it wasn’t like I could do anything about it anyway.

With that, the dark-haired man got onto the massage table and pushed my legs apart, and mounted me. Strangely, he didn’t feel very heavy on top of my back as he humped my oily backside, but I could feel his hard cock going up and down my crack.

“Hold still my love while I find your opening.” He pushed my legs a little further apart and I could feel the tip of his cock enter my ass. It went in pretty easy due in part to the two fingers he had in me before and my relaxed mental state. He started to push even harder and I cried out, “Oh, Oh, OH!”. He didn’t pull out, but stopped with the in and out motion and kept a constant amount of pressure up in my ass until I started to open up for him.

“Oh Shit, Fuck, Oh, oh. Fuck!” I said. I didn’t know how big of a dick he had but it felt huge in just the 2 inches he had in my hole.

Suddenly he pulled out, I was just starting to get used to his girth and I felt empty. I could hear him put more lubricant onto his cock and for good measure, he spit on my ass and he was back pushing his thick cock up into me.

Again he was stopped by my tight inner ring. He kept a good amount of pressure into me and then all at once his fat cock went past the inner ring and up into my hole an inch or so more.

“There we go David, My Love”, He said cooingly, as I started to loosen up.

“Woe! Nice! How are you feeling now David? It seems this isn’t the first time you’ve had a man’s cock in your ass, ‘cause you’re taking my cock like a pro.”

I just mumbled, “Feels.. feels… OK.”

“Hmm, just OK? Huh? Well, let's get some rhythm going and then see how you feel.”

At that, the dark-haired man started humping me pushing into me a little harder, and with each thrust, he would go deeper and deeper till I felt his big balls slapping my balls.

“Oh yes, Pound me. Push your dick into my pussy,” I gasped.

“Yes! I knew you’d be a good screw the minute I laid my eyes on you,“ He said as he started to really pound into me.

It was at that moment that it occurred to me that massage tables make for great places to fuck. He was right too, I had enjoyed quite a few men in my life but I also liked to switch it up a bit and fuck women.

With the constant in-and-out rhythm banging into me, all I wanted was more of his big fat cock in my ass and I think I screamed this out too because he stopped in mid-thrust and told me to keep it down or his next client would hear us. He then pulled out of me flipped me halfway over and pushed back up into me while straddling my left leg and pushing my right leg up into my stomach. In this position, he was going into me really deep and not pulling out as far. The ramming of his big cock into my hole continued but he was starting to hump faster. I thought to myself he was going to cum soon.

When I turned my head to look up at him his dark hair had come loose from the bun and hung all around his face and I know it sounds really fucking strange but for a second there he looked like a woman. Our eyes met and he bent down and kissed me shoving his tongue into my mouth.

“You’re MY bitch David. And your pussy hole is mine!” I opened my mouth up for him and he stuck his tongue so far into my mouth I thought I was going to gag. Just then he pulled back and grabbed my hip and the side of my ass and pounded hard into me with short little jabs then slapped the side of my ass with his hand.

The constant ramming into my slut hole got me going and I knew I was going to cum soon too. I grabbed my cock and started to jack myself off. It only took less than a minute before my cock erupted in a spray of cum going in all directions due to his constant ramming and assault on my hole.

Suddenly, the dark-haired man grabbed my shoulder and pushed deep into me as deep as he could and pulled his head back, and with a guttural yell, he came deep into my ass. Watching him cum was like watching a wolf howl at a full moon. He collapsed on top of me and we stayed like that for a couple of minutes to catch our breath.

“Let me clean you up.” He said, then pushed my leg further over exposing my hole and bent down, and proceeded to lick all the cum out of my ass. This was so kinky my dick started to get hard again but I knew we couldn’t do anything else when he said after getting off of me. “That was a great ride, my prince; I have to get ready for the next client”.

After he left the room, I got up from the table and groggily put on my clothes.

Leaving the small room and going into the front of the store there was no one there but as I opened the door to leave a woman with dark hair popped her head out from the black curtain and said, “Thank you my young prince, and… please come again”.