Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
Nola, a busty beautiful African MILF, emigrates to Norway, a land which she has always wished to live in. She also happens to be a witch by birth.
Fiction, Errors, Nudity, Sex, Interracial Intercourse, Lactation, and Magic.
Written by Norton5
It was the third day of her new life in Odinsrod, Norway, and Nola was loving it. The best thing about this day was that she had acquired a job at an organization called the Free Service Group, which functioned to render free services to the citizens of Norway. The FSG was funded by a very small amount of Norwegian government taxes, but got a lot through donations and the Global Association of Independent States (GAIS), an alternative to the United Nations, which strives to provide friendly, helpful, international communications and assistance to countries, without taking away their sovereignty.
Last night, she got a call from Mr. Widman, her new boss, who told her that she would be given a car to use while working as an FSG employee. Five minutes after the call, lights appeared in her empty driveway. There was a knock on the door. She went to answer it and received car keys from a man in FSG uniform. "Thank you," she said, thrilled to be assigned a car of her own. "Looking forward to working with you, Mrs..." "Call me Nola, and I'm not married." He shook her hand and said, "See you bright and early tomorrow, Nola." He walked out of her driveway and she asked, "How will you get home? I could give you a lift." Waving her off, he smiled sheepishly saying, "Don't worry. I already planned to spend the night at a flat in the next street. My mistress lives there."
The car she was driving to work on her first day on the job was a light blue Volkswagen. There was nothing she could dislike in this car, especially the way it responded to her steering. Nola was wearing the red FSG uniform, her black hair in shiny curls that looked like an afro belonging to a 70s African-American porn star - it didn't matter because she looked very sexy with it. Her eyes were deep, jungle green thanks to a twenty-four-hour charm she put on.
Thinking about the charm brought up memories of her childhood in the jungle village near the ramshackle town of Oldman. Her grandfather taught her about her birthright against the wishes of her mother. Nola was a born witch. Without the training from her grandfather she would have ended up a dangerously jinxed individual, maybe even insane. Despite the enmity of her mother towards practicing magic, Nola didn't like the idea of being assigned a room in one of the huts of the hakonusa, the secluded section of the village where insane people were kept, some of them witch-born, who never received proper training for their inherited abilities, therefore driven crazy by the improperly channeled magical powers.
She took a deep breath as she stopped to allow a family of five to cross the street. They stared at her as they walked across. Didn't they watch television or read imported magazines? There are places in this world where black people live alongside white people and all the other colored people. She sighed as she drove on after the family crossed. "New location, new life, new everything," she breathed.
Barely half an hour after arriving at the FSG branch in Odinsrod, she was out the door again, walking at a clipped pace. Her assignment for today was being the middle person in a negotiation for a pastor and his family to be installed in a new church. The task would be next to impossible since the pastor had slipped by having sex with several women in his last congregation. Now he had been ex-communicated by his denomination and no other denomination would take him in, not with that stain on his record. He would be without a job and his family would suffer. However, there was a new denomination emerging in Odinsrod and they needed an experienced pastor, but couldn't afford one. He and his family could possibly survive on what little the congregation would supply them with IF ONLY they accept a man with his tainted reputation.
The Jodir residence had a five-foot wooden cross on top of the roof. "Nice," said Nola as she walked from her car to the front door. She was invited into the house by Mrs. Jodir who thanked her for answering the petition for assistance she and her husband had sent to the FSG. Not all requests were granted due to legal restrictions and physical limitations, but the organization did what it could for those it selected.
Nola had an idea and asked if there was a computer, webcam, and internet access on the premises. Mrs. Jodir said, "The computer my husband uses crashed the other day due to some virus that crossed over when he accessed a pornographic website two weeks ago," then she added in a confidential whisper, "He was doing research on the evils of fleshly desires." Nola kept a straight face. "But our son Hansel has a laptop with an ISP flash drive modem. You could also use my smartphone which can function as a webcam - I have the USB cord for it." Nola said, "Great. We can do this and hopefully we'll get a good result."
They set up everything in Pastor Jodir's study room. The only thing that proved difficult was getting Mrs. Jodir's Dzongyeng smartphone to connect with her son's laptop computer. None of the three grown ups (Nola, Pastor Jodir, and his wife) could figure it out. The pastor shouted for his son to assist them. They heard a frustrated "Aaargh" and a while later he appeared in the study room. Looking at the cord he said, "Mom, your phone's USB cord is all rusted up, can't you see?" He showed it to her and she looked at the thing like it was a dead animal. She said, "Oh my, well, I never used that cord." Hansel rolled his eyes saying, "You must have kept it some place damp." His father spoke. "Well, can't you find another cord or something to get this thing to cooperate with your computer?" Hansel shrugged and said, "Let me see if it can connect through wireless thingamajigy."
After a minute, Hansel put the phone beside the computer and stared at the screen. The adults also looked and altogether saw a message balloon appear on the bottom right corner of the screen that read "Found new hardware." A split second later a dialog box appeared in the center of the screen that read, "Connect your computer to Dzongyeng Smartphone?" Hansel clicked the OK button and a window with the title bar "Dzongyeng Smartphone" appeared in place of the dialog box. "There. You should be able to do whatever now," said Hansel and backed away.
Nola looked at Pastor Jodir and said, "What we're going to do is this: I've set up a live interview webcast that core members of this new church will be watching. They will see you and you will see them. They will ask you questions and you will answer, then afterward, you may ask questions, but know that you are the beggar in this situation and shouldn't be too choosy. If they like you, you'll get hired and be put in charge of a new congregation. You want to go through with this?" The pastor and his wife made silent gestures that said, do we have a choice?
"All right. Let me see if I can open up a channel of communication here without bothering poor Hansel," said Nola. She was bending over, using the touch pad, and could feel Hansel's eyes locked onto her lovely, shapely ass. Smiling, she scrolled down a menu and clicked an option. The pastor and his wife were seated so their image could be captured by the webcam/smartphone as it was propped up and aimed in their direction. Also, the computer screen was large enough for them to see when the images of their interviewers appeared.
Nola went to stand beside Hansel, out of the scope of the webcam, but still able to see the screen. Turning to the teenage boy, she took his hand, squeezing it, and said, "Please, Hansel, don't say anything or make a noise when this via-web interview is going on. Your father needs this, and so do you and your mother." He nodded and she kept his hand in hers. She could feel him trembling and she smiled, squeezing his hand again, then rubbing her fingers gently up and down his forearm. He uttered what sounded like a whispered sigh. They were both staring at the computer screen. "Shh!" she said sharply and as quietly as possible, not looking at him. All four pairs of eyes in the room were locked on the screen.
A window appeared on top of and slightly to the left of the Dzongyeng Smartphone main window. Green text appeared that read, "Dzongyeng High Definition Video Recording." Hansel shook his head and rolled his eyes, for the moment forgetting the tingling sensations in his body caused by Nola's fingers. He spoke loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. "That's not the webcast window. You must have unintentionally clicked on the Play All option in the program. Now it's going to play some boring video mom made with her phone. We'll probably now be watching trees and flowers for hours before everything stops."
Hansel walked to the computer and took a closer look. He bellowed another "Aaargh" and said, "Crappy ISP and not-so-smart smartphone. The connection is being prepped for live video feed, but the process is not complete yet - ninety percent more to go before we'll be able to chat with the other party." Turning from the screen and walking back to where Nola was standing, he added, "And it seems, due to some random decision made by the smartphone's designers, we will have to watch this video or not be able to use the smartphone's live video chat capability because it's somehow tied in with video playback."
Pastor Jodir groaned and laughed. He put an arm around his wife and massaged her shoulder. "It's funny, honey, don't you think? Fate is forcing us to acknowledge your film-making talents, or else." He made a dramatic sound meaning instant danger. Nola noticed that despite her smile, Mrs. Jodir was turning red and acting slightly nervous. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere else, but in that room with the three of them at that moment. Closet filmmaker, Nola thought, not knowing how right she was.
Once again, all four pairs of eyes were on the screen. The video playback window went fully black after displaying the product name and then automatically went to full screen, making the entire screen go black. The volume was on high, the laptop's speakers were powerful for its size, and the sound definition was as real as life when they heard a man's voice and saw his feet walking on a sidewalk.
"Okay, it's working," said the man who owned the feet. A distant voice said clearly, "Good. Aim the camera lens on the back of the phone over here." The view jigged upwards too high and they saw the sky for a second before it swept down to focus on a man waving at them/the camera. He was ten yards away, but thanks to high-def video recording, it was apparent that he was tall, muscular, and worked out regularly. The camera turned ninety-five degrees to the left and they saw Mrs. Jodir up close - she was standing right next to the cameraman and had a concerned look on her pretty face. "It's working, right?" she asked. "Yes, yes, it is. I can see your pretty face right now. Smile." Her expression changed in an instant to sunshine and happiness. "You're beautiful," said the cameraman. "Thanks. Okay, I'm heading to the house and you trail behind me - don't overtake Bruno." She pointed to the buffed man who had been waving.
The camera followed her, aiming low to catch her ass swaying as she walked to the house. She was wearing a black skirt that stopped above her knees, and a white, long-sleeved shirt with the two top buttons undone so her chest was visible, but not her breasts. Nola noted that this woman could look beautiful by the sheer power of will. Right now sitting on a chair beside her husband, she looked like the confident yet tamed wife of a pastor, but on the video, she was a MILF, and her screen presence sizzled sexiness. Nola felt like telling her, "You should try getting an acting role," but kept quiet.
Mrs. Jodir stood at the front door of the house, and the camera followed directly behind Bruno as he walked up to her. They could now clearly see his muscular neck and back muscles. He was also ruggedly handsome. "This your house?" asked the cameraman as he scanned the house from left to right. Nola could tell that it was the same house by the cross on top of the roof. "Yes, it is," answered Mrs. Jodir, arms folded and smiling demurely. Bruno looked concerned. "You serious about shooting this vid here?" Mrs. Jodir rolled her eyes upward and shook her head from side to side. "I knew I should've written a script for this video, y'know, to avoid stupid phrases like that." Throwing her hands up in exasperation, she said, "Whatever. It's not like I'm trying to make an Academy Award winner here." She turned and opened the door.
On screen, Mrs. Jodir was seated on the black leather couch in the living room. Next to her was seated Bruno, the muscle monster. The cameraman asked, "This is a nice house you got here. Did you buy it or your husband?" She adjusted herself, putting one leg over the other. "He bought it." Bruno asked, "What are we doing here?" Giving him a scolding look she said, "You know why we're here." Bruno indicated the camera with a motion of his head. "For the sake of the audience. They'd like to know what we're doing here. Give them something to look forward to so they can stick with us rather than switching to something else more interesting. I'd be surprised if anyone would be still watching this video up to this point. It's so boring and nobody knows what's going on other than our film star slash producer slash writer slash director."
"Fine," said Mrs. Jodir angrily. She regained her composure staring at the front window, then turned her head to face the camera. Smiling and eyes sparkling she said, "Hello, couch potatoes, perverts, and sinners of the world. My name is Erin Jodir and I am the wife of Pastor Richard Jodir, who is currently the senior pastor at Odinsrod Church of Truth. The purpose of this video is to show you, the audience, the meaninglessness of casual sex and how true happiness can be found by doing good and not just droning through life and masturbating in your free time."
Indicating Bruno with her hand, she continued, "My two film cohorts and I will essentially be making a video comprised of various sexually explicit scenes. Now listen to me very carefully." Her face took on an expression of grave concern. "If you are a person younger than eighteen years of age, I strongly urge you to press the stop button, switch to another video, shut down your electronic device, or do whatever it takes to make this video cease playing. I will give you ten seconds to do what you have to do. Do it, now."
She waited in silence, smiling and staring straight ahead at something in front of her, below the camera. After two seconds, Bruno tapped her lower leg with the toe of his shoe. She turned to look at him as a mother would look idly disapproving at a child making a fuss and not paying attention in church. Musclezilla held out a large fist towards her and whispered, "Rock, paper, scissors. I challenge you while waiting. Let's go."
She gave him an icy glare and shook her head. She tried to resume staring straight ahead, but he tapped her again on the leg. "It's boring waiting like this. Come on, just three bouts." "Grrrr!" she said, covering her eyes with her hands. He tapped her again. She kept her eyes covered. He tapped her again. She made the stop sign with her hand. He tapped her again. She sat back and looked to her right, blowing out air. He tapped her again. She held out a fist to Bruno, still looking in the opposite direction. "All right," said Bruno, holding out his fist next to hers. He called out in a hushed voice, "Rock. Paper. Scissors!"
Bruno held out an open hand and he was smiling. "Paper. Everybody thinks, since I'm big, I'll choose rock, but I fool them every first time when I choose paper. Paper wraps rock." He frowned in confusion when he saw Erin's fingers folded inward and her middle finger erect. "What's that?" She told him, "It's my secret weapon. It's called 'Fuck you' and beats everything - pulverizes rock, breaks scissors, and rips paper to shreds." "Hey, that's not fair. You can't-" The cameraman cleared his throat, getting Erin and Bruno's attention. "Ten seconds are up."
Erin took a deep breath and focused on the camera. She smiled and said, "There. Now that your ten seconds are up, and you're still watching this video, that means you're either eighteen or older, or-" she gave the camera a murderous look, "just a really naughty kid." The cameraman chuckled. "Shut up, Shane," Erin yelled. She covered her face again with her hands and regained composure, looking at the camera with a smile fixed on her beautiful face.
"Lesson number one. I'm sitting here in my house with my husband at his office at church and my teenage son at school. I'm on my own. During every week day, I'm alone for eight hours. Right now, I should be doing housework or even charity work, but instead, I'm sitting on this leather couch, talking to this hunk." The camera focused on Bruno and he smiled and waved. The camera went back to Erin and she said, "Lesson number one is: always keep yourself occupied so you don't end up wasting time talking to stupid hunks. No offense, Bruno." She patted his thigh. "None taken." "Good boy. Now come over here, be next to me."
On screen, Bruno and Erin were sitting side by side. "Do I remind of you anybody, Bruno?" He gazed at her and said, "Um... oh, yeah, you look like that porn MILF Tanya Tate. Damn, she's hot." "Do I look exactly like her?" "Eh, well you're more pale in skin color and your hair's whitish blonde, not golden blonde like hers, and I think you have a different eye color." "Anything else?" "I don't think she's married to a pastor." "Talking about my looks, Bruno." "Oh, sorry. Er, maybe you're one or two centimeters shorter than her and you smile differently." "Thanks, Bruno." "You're welcome." Turning back to face the camera, she said, "Did you notice how much time I spent talking to this hunk, and how vain our conversation was? It may seem innocent to some people, but to righteously normal folks, this is a serious waste of time, and just darn irresponsible. Lesson number two: hate vanity and irresponsibility." The expression on her face said "I'm telling the truth so don't mess with me!"
Mrs. Jodir could really command the screen. Every single strand of her hair and every curve on her body and square inch of skin, plus a million other things gave her the authority to keep your attention screwed onto her. Her son Hansel silently left the room, and after a minute, Nola followed after him, leaving his parents to watch the video themselves.
She found him silently crying in his room. Quietly, Nola closed the door and went to sit beside him on the bed. He pulled his shirt up over his head to hide his face, but she gently pulled it down. "Let me look at you," she said softly. He stared back at her with eyes full of tears streaking down his face. She fondly caressed the back of his head and said, "Don't stop crying on my account, but never ever waste your tears on your shirt. This is where you should sob into." She pulled his head to her breasts and deepened her breathing so he could feel the movement of warm, succulent, globular flesh against his face. "Is that better?" she asked. He nodded. "You must be tired, seeing all that stuff on video. You're hurting, apparently. Lay back with me on your bed so we don't get tired sitting up like this, okay?" He nodded and she smoothly laid them both out horizontally, pressed against each other on the bed, with his head snug between her jugs. "Shh, baby," she whispered and guided his arm to be draped over her side, then draped her leg over his waist. "I'll be your mommy for a while and keep you close to me, inside me, as far and you can go so you don't have to cry anymore."
Nola sensed that Hansel's sobbing was dissipating. She told him, "I don't want you to think about anything negative." Pushing him back just an inch from her breasts, she unbuttoned her red FSG uniform shirt and removed her bra, tossing it onto the floor. "There we go. Now you just snuggle back in there, all nice and warm against my flesh." He buried his face in her bosom and she could feel the wetness of his cheeks and lips. Breathing deeply and slowly, she cradled his head against her breasts and nuzzled her boobs all over his face. His breathing became short and fast.
She stroked his head and went downwards, stroking his neck, and back. She snaked her hand upwards underneath his shirt, tenderly stroking his back. "I hope this is helping," she said in a low, motherly tone. "It is. Thanks, miss." His mouth making contact with her milk jugs gave her a tingle. "Good. I want you to recover fully. You see, we at FSG believe in making everyone we help as happy as possible. I want you to be happy, understand?" He nodded against her breasts.
Adjusting her leg gently over his waist, she slowly nudged her pelvis against his and worked his shirt off. "Um," he said. "What?" asked Nola, "Is something the matter?" He stared uncertainly at her for what seemed like a minute. "I never did this with my mom," he stammered. She brightened up with a smile and said, "Well, duh, she's your mom. I'm just stepping in for her at the moment, so it's okay if we do things you wouldn't normally do with her." He then nodded. She giggled a little saying, "You're cute when you get all confused. Here's the rules: as long as we're in this room, I want you to call me 'mom' and I'll call you 'son' or 'baby', okay?" "Okay, er, mom." "Sounds cute when you call me that. Now, son, I'm going to put you to sleep, but your mom probably never put you to sleep like this. It's okay, though, because I'm your step-in mom; we can do things a mother and son normally wouldn't do, and it would be just fine. I want you to look at me and nod your head like you understand." He did and she kissed him on the lips.
"Your mother ever kissed you like that, baby?" Hansel nodded, "Yes. Back when I was a toddler. Not anymore." Nola looked at him condescendingly, "That's because now you're older and more mature, but I think this is a special case where you can get kissed like this." She kissed him again, two seconds longer, on the lips. He still looked uncertain and kept silent. "My lips taste bad, son?" He shook his head and said, "No, they taste juicy and sweet, but... this is all right? You and me like this? My parents in the other room might-" "Oh, right."
Nola got up, locked his room door from the inside, and crawled back into the bed with him. She asked, "Is that better?" He said, "They might want to come in after-" Shaking her head, she put a finger to his lips and shook her head, her expression gentle yet serious, "I'm counseling you in your troubled youth. That's what I'm going to tell them. Between you and me, we'll refer to this as MSIT, which stands for Mother and Son Interaction Therapy. You can tell your parents that I'm putting you under special counseling, but don't tell them what MSIT stands for or what we do, because my methods are a bit unorthodox, and might unsettle your parents." He looked at her in silence, thinking. Finally, he nodded and bit his lower lip, fixing his gaze on the gentle rising and falling of her chest, particularly the rich, brown melons peeking out of her unbuttoned uniform. He said, "Okay." She smiled and winked, shrugging off her shirt and tossing it onto the floor, on top of her bra.
Nola and Hansel were locked together, kissing and tonguing. He was on his back, hands caressing her bare back and glossy, curly afro, while she was straddling and leaning over him. He paused kissing to tell her, "You have delicious lips, mommy." She giggled. "Now, mommy wants you to taste her juicy jugs. You thirsty for milk, sweetie?" "Yes, mom." "Good." She moved forward, lowering herself to rest on him, her breasts gently settling on his face.
Instantly she could feel him sucking on her boobs. "Ooh, that's a good boy. Drink all of mommy's milk. It's good for you." Hansel's heart was racing as he sucked on the most wonderful pair of breasts ever to adorn a woman. Nola sighed in delight as she felt him draw milk from her ample bosom. She made encouraging remarks so he could keep on sucking, loving the feel of his eager young mouth and hunger for a mother's breasts.
After fifteen minutes of breast feeding/sucking/licking, Nola rose from her position over Hansel. Examining her melons, she said, "I like what you've done to these milk jugs. I still have more milk and I bet you want to keep sucking these until the end of time." He nodded eagerly. "But now mommy wants to get all cuddly-wuddly-kissy-sucky-licky with her son, so why don't we do away with the rest of our clothes and put more skin between the two of us." "Yes, please, mom." "Ooh, you said 'please'. You're shaping out to be a fine young man." Nola removed her lower clothing and so did Hansel.
Completely naked, they eagerly embraced each other and began feeling each other all over, wherever they could. They both moaned, smiled, and made sounds of pleasure as each touched the others' sensitive spots. Nola could feel Hansel's stiff cock propped up against her tummy. She had plans for that piece of young, pink sausage. She grabbed his ass and squeezed and he responded involuntarily by jerking his pelvis to her stomach. "Relax," she cooed. He was randomly touching all her parts out of lustful curiosity. Her face, lips, hair, arms, breasts, torso, ass, pussy, thighs. At intervals he would come around for a quick kiss, but his hands were still roaming over her body, exploring it.
She felt his seeping fluid that came before ejaculation. Her hands were sticky, but she merely rubbed them over his body. She went for his balls and fondled them, finding his gaze as she gently tugged and squeezed his individual testicles. "Mmm, very good set of balls, Hansel. Mommy is proud." He giggled and she joined him. Then he put her on her back and showered her with kisses on her face, neck, tits, stomach, pubic area, and thighs. He went back up to her pubic region and sucked on her labia. "Ooh, that's really really good, baby. Mommy likes that." Again, he sucked on her pelvic center and also got his tongue to slide between her labs. She gasped and pushed his head down, opening up to him and thrusting slowly. "Son, go deep, deep into your mommy. Dive down deep inside mommy, please."
Hansel did as instructed, sucking on the inside of her pussy, exploring her depths as far as he could go. Nola began moaning and thrusting harder up into his face. "Yeah, baby, suck, suck me," she cried and clamped his head down into her pelvis. He lost his tongue in her and she was on a rocket to the moon. She cried in pleasure as her pussy was colonized by Hansel's exploring tongue. "I love you, son!" Soft lapping sounds filled the room for another thirteen minutes.
Nola softly rubbed her pussy, staring at it, and then focusing her gaze on Hansel. "My pussy feels so good now. I bet you're happy too, huh?" Hansel grinned lustfully, then went down on her and kissed her pussy four times gently. "Mmm," said Nola and giggled. "My pussy misses you already." Hansel came up close to her and drew her face to his - they kissed passionately for two minutes, locking tongues and exchanging saliva. Her hand went down to his erect shaft and stroked it.
"Time for mommy to say hello to your pet snake," said Nola. He sat upright, legs splayed out, and she adjusted her position so she was lying on her chest, her head between his thighs. "Wow, it looks like a python." She gently took him in her hand and jerked his cock. "Let's see if mommy can-" Hansel sighed in ecstasy as Nola slipped her mouth down his length and sucked up and down. "Ohhh," Hansel uttered, eyes rolling back in his head. Nola's sucking sounds echoed in the room. She sucked his shaft really good, straight up and down, then sideways. She sucked his balls, going from one to the other, jerking his cock as she did so. Hansel laid back and after several minutes, dozed off in a world of happiness and wonder.
He awoke a minute after Nola straddled his waist and inserted his cock into her pussy. Opening his eyes, he saw her voluptuously busty body bounce up and down as she rode his cock. Falling asleep from one sexual ecstasy to wake up to another. "This must be heaven," he said looking up at the ceiling. Nola laughed and said, "No, this is just your mommy giving you a good time. You having fun?" "'Fun' would be an understatement." She smiled and rode him some more. She leaned downward and gyrated her pelvis over his. As her boobs hung and swayed down, Hansel cupped them in his hands and squeezed. "Ooh, yess, Hansel. Ooh, fuck, fuck," she said as she grit her teeth and hammered his cock with her pussy.
"Whore!" said Pastor Jodir, giving his wife a hard slap that knocked her out of her chair and onto the floor. They had just got done watching three, hour-long, high definition videos of hardcore pornography made by his beautiful wife. Nola (fully dressed and respectable - even having her hair combed perfect and accepting the use of Hansel's deodorant to block out of the scent of sweat and hot sex) walked into the room just in time to see Mrs. Jodir get up from the floor and rush to her husband, attempting to claw his face off. Erin screamed, retaliating, and he cried, "Bitch!", blocking her swipes, and managing to deliver an uppercut just under her chin. The force of the hit made her airborne for a second before she landed hard on her back, banging her head on the floor.
Nola mentally constructed a hex and directed it at Pastor Jodir's feet. An unseen force yanked the man's feet up from under him and he fell backyard, his head hitting the floor with a sickening thud. Another quick hex from Nola caused his chair to flip over and land on his chest, one leg hitting him in the nose. He yelled in pain. Nola ran to examine Mrs. Jodir and found her with a bruise on her face and a swelling at the back of her head. She reached into her pocket and withdrew a teaspoon's amount of magical crushed dried leaves that would heal her injuries. She also did the same for the pastor, but adjusted the effectiveness of the crushed dried leaves so they would heal, but the pain would remain for a while.
Making sure they were both seated (with the assistance of Hansel), she said, "People, we still have a live chat interview to hold in this room and on the internet." Pastor Jodir massaged his head saying, "Forget it. We have other more immediate problems to fix now." He gave his wife an evil stare and she responded in kind saying, "Very true. I quit this family." He told her, "Good riddance." Looking at his son, he asked, "Who's it going to be, your mother or me?"
Hansel was at a loss and looked from his mother to his father. Then he turned to Nola and she subtly pointed to herself. Hansel smiled and said, "I choose Nola."
Five years later, Mr. Jodir (formerly Pastor Jodir) rang the bell at the doorstep of a large black and gray mansion in the countryside, thirty-six miles from Odinsrod. The door opened and a man in his fifties, who looked like a zombie, appeared. "Come in," he beckoned, and turned to walk back into the mansion. Mr. Jodir stepped inside and the door shut behind him, by itself. The man introduced himself as Lester, the butler of the house.
"Sit here on this sofa," said Lester, indicating a large brown piece of furniture in the middle of the living room. The stone sign outside had read, "Magic Mansion." Lester handed Mr. Jodir a black cardboard menu with white skeletal writing. "You may choose items from this menu by doing the gestures written at the end of each one." "Thanks," said Mr. Jodir. Lester disappeared. Let's see now, thought Mr. Jodir. There were strange drinks, weird potions, suspicious hexes, disgusting food, and outrageous games listed on the menu. There were also other wacky and/or creepy things on the menu that could be chosen. When his eyes caught the item that read, "Blowjobs from Seven Zombie Teenage Girls (Fully Nude)," he stopped there and quickly found the command gestures directly below the item.
"Okay," he said in a low tone, "I just snap my fingers, do the obscene finger, and grab my crotch." Three seconds after making the command gestures, he heard the pitter-patter of bare feet on the stone floor. Seven, nude, pale green-skinned, nubile, zombie girls came from either side behind the sofa and knelt before him. Despite being dead, they were sexy with all the right curves and pretty faces. He thought, great, this must be what Hansel does whenever he's home.
The zombie girls sucked him off good one after the other. He came seven times and felt like he had been sucked dry. When they didn't stop sucking he said, "Okay, okay, I'm good, thanks, bye. Bye now." They got up and padded back to whatever hidden chamber they had emerged from. "Damn, that was intense," Mr. Jodir said to himself.
After waiting an hour, Mr. Jodir fell asleep on the sofa. He slept for two hours and woke up to see the front door open. Lester walked into the living room preceding two people dressed in black and Gothic attire. "Hey, dad, you here for that job interview?" It was Hansel standing beside his witch wife, Nola. "Hi, son. Greetings to you, er-" "I'm Nola as always, and always will be, Mr. Jodir." "Please, call me Richard."
Nola seated herself on the opposite sofa and Hansel went to sit beside her. She put a hand on his thigh and stroked it. "How have you been, Richard?" "Good, Nola, very good. Well, not so good. As you noticed, I'm unemployed so I opened up a channel with Hansel to see if you twos might have a job lying around undone in your big house. Something to keep me busy and off the streets."
Nola gave him an icy glare and said, "We have no need for extra help." Richard felt like crying. Hansel smiled and turned to give Nola a lingering kiss on the cheek. After five years she hadn't aged a day. Magic, most likely, thought Richard. Hansel was now a full-fledged adult, but still retaining his carefree demeanor from his youth. He continued to peck Nola on the cheek until she responded with a kiss on the lips which developed into something deeper and longer. Richard moved uncomfortably where he was seated. After several minutes of kissing, Hansel whispered to her and she grunted a "no." He explained something to her that Richard couldn't hear. She thought and said, "Okay then."
Hansel smiled in triumph, and Nola said, "But it's going to cost you a nice long snootchie." "How long?" "Two hours and forty-five minutes." "When do you want it?" "Now." "Here?" "Yes." Hansel turned to address his father, "Dad, could you-" Nola cut him off, "No, he stays." Hansel laughed and said, "Damn, you're kinky, sweetheart." "Give it to me now!"
Richard watched uncomfortably as Hansel undressed himself and undressed Nola. They kissed for a while, then he picked her up from the sofa and sat down, seating her on his cock. She rode him for half an hour. Richard wanted to leave, but knew he wouldn't have a job if he did. He didn't fancy living on the streets. They did the six-nine position on the couch, telling each other how much they loved each other. "Mmmm, rich chocolate pussy," moaned Hansel as he ate her out. Nola said, "My favorite pet white python is looking very good today." Richard watched them suck each other dry and listened to the smacking noses of lips, tongues, and genitalia. He involuntarily became hard again.
Finally, Nola was on her knees and Hansel plugged her mouth full with his white meat, she gagged and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, but he kept pumping into her, climaxing in backwash gushing out of her mouth and pooling on the floor in a twenty-seven inch wide puddle of cum. "Ohhh, yeah, baby, you took my cock so good." "Your cock was so big in my mouth and your cum so strong and brave. Gosh, I'm so hungry for you. I demand at least three hours of fucking tonight before we sleep." "Your wish is my command, mother-wife of mine." Hansel drew her close and kissed her deep despite the cum still seeping out of her mouth.
The couple disappeared into their private chamber somewhere deep in the darkness of the Gothic mansion. They emerged from the darkness in half an hour's time. Meanwhile, Richard had summoned another item on the menu: nine lesbian vampires having a sex-blood orgy sucking on each others private parts and feasting on blood drawn from the bites. Richard wanted to jerk off and throw-up at the same time when he witnessed one of the vampires bite off her friend's labia and digest it with the blood. Gross. I am a sicko to be enjoying this, he told himself.
"Ah, so you've discovered the menu Lester carries around," said Hansel as he went to sit on a throne at the end of a long, wide, and tall room. Nola seated herself on the throne next to his, softly caressing his forearm as they sat and looked down at his father. The king and queen of this dark castle.
Richard spoke after a moment's silence, "Sorry to be short, but do I get a job or not? Yes or no, that's all I need to hear. Don't need to apologize or explain anything to me." Hansel smirked and Nola raised the fingers of his left hand to her mouth, sucking on his pinkie first while gazing at her husband's father. "Yes, there is a job for you," said Hansel. Richard blew out a sigh of relief. "You're going to be the man in charge of keeping our dogs." Richard frowned, but regained his smile saying, "It pays well?" "Beggars don't choose," said Nola, nuzzling her cheek against her husbands open palm. "Of course, my lady. I beg your forgiveness." She glanced up at the ceiling and down again, treating his apology as an annoyance.
Hansel continued, "You'll be glad to know that in the nearby small town, we've bought a house for you to live in. It's five miles away and you'll have your own car - we bought that for you too. The house and car are yours for life and so is the job, as long as you want it." Richard clasped his hands together and laughed, "Wohooh, yeah, I got a job! Thank you, son, and er.. Lola." "It's Nola." "Shit. Nola. Nola." He nodded his head and slapped his face. Hansel sighed and said, "Now you should meet your charges." He spoke in a loud playful voice, "Over here doggies. Meet your knew keeper."
Richard turned to see what kinds of dogs they kept here, when he received the shock of his life - a horde of beautiful, naked, middle-aged women came scuttling into the room on hands and feet, brass-studded, black leather collars around their necks. They were all smiling and excited to be in the courtroom and meeting their new keeper. They instantly knew that the man standing in the middle of the hall was their knew keeper and so they crowded around him, yipping and barking happily. Richard mouthed, "Oh shit," and skipped ten consecutive heartbeats when he saw the dog/woman nearest him pawing at his shoe and panting happily with her tongue hanging out. She was looking up at him with dumb enthusiasm on her face like the rest of the dogs/women. She knew nothing of the fact that five years ago, she was his wife.
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