Anne and the Magic Spirit
Anne reveled in thrifting at thrift stores. She was a fan of deals and possessed a talent for uncovering treasures. One day, Anne encountered a distinctive bottle of bath salts. The unique bottle captivated her. It appeared aged and possibly originated from Persia. Unable to open it in the store, she deemed it a deserving risk for merely $2, and besides, it'd look fetching in her bathroom.
The bottle rested on the bathroom side for months before one day when Anne opted for a soothing bath. Her husband had ventured out with pals, leaving behind a bit of alone time, thus, "me time," she mused. Anne eased into the steaming water, grasped the bath salts, and attempted to pry the cap open. Upon touching the lid, it opened in her hand. Anne took a whiff of the salts. The scent was captivating, with hints of spices and undertones of vanilla. She poured a generous amount into the water, and the salts frothed up. A mist formed above the surface in shades of orange and blue. Anne sank into the hot water, her head leaning against the tub.
When she awoke in a trance-like state, a dapper, tall, enigmatic man stood before her. "Don't panic," he murmured in a suave, velvety voice. "My name's Tyrone, and I'm here at your summons."
Terrified, Anne slipped under the water. "I didn't," she stuttered.
Anne had long envisioned tall, attractive black men enticing her. She felt more excited than fearful about Tyrone's presence.
Tyrone commenced shedding his garments deliberately. Six foot plus and sculpted like an Adonis, Anne stared in awe. To her amazement, he undid his belt and peeled off his trousers. Anne noticed his noticeable manhood beneath his boxers. At times when her spouse was out, she'd investigate erotic images of black guys. She adored their physiques and yearned for the experience of touching a large phallus.
He caught her attention. "Would you prefer me to get undressed?"
Anne simply nodded.
After peeling off his underwear, he perched on the edge of the bathtub beside her. "My hands will start massaging your neck," he declared gently. Anne was in ecstasy and felt as if she'd liquefy from his delicate ministrations. Her head was equivalent to his waistline, permitting a peek at his glorious cock.
He looked at her. "Are you comfortable removing my underwear?"
Anne acknowledged silently.
After removing his underwear, Tyrone moved to the edge of the bathtub and stood beside her. She treasured his every action, from the way his trousers slithered to the floor and him folding his clothes. The sensual striptease caused a flutter in her core, and she felt her body respond. Hands continued exploring her body with pleasure. The next thing was him unsnapping his trousers and kicking them away. She got a glimpse of his impressive member. Embarrassed, she couldn't escape her earlier fantasies.
"Is this what you seek?" he inquired when he stood upright.
"I desire you in my mouth," she whispered as he stepped forward.
Anne had fantasized about sucking a cock like this. Desperate to obey, she twisted in the bath to obtain the best posture. She held it and licked the shaft and then the tip. It tasted of cinnamon and coconut. Tyrone groaned in delight as she worshipped his member. She loved to listen to his deep moans.
Anne emerged from the bathtub. Tyrone leaned on the nearby wall. Anne surrendered to offering him pleasure. His erection was tantalizing. She felt him stiffen as she weaved her mouth around him. Eager to provide gratification, Tyrone moved closer. His supple lips kissed her while his effortless hips thrust forward. His hands caressed her body.
His lips inhaled her and pushed further as he kissed her. His full lips and tongue beckoned her. His kiss entwined her, and his tongue danced unequivocally with hers. In the process, he moved down to her breasts. He kissed and nibbled her nipples. Anne's clit tingled.
His hands toyed with her body. One caressed her hair, while another kneaded her buttocks. Unknown hands examined before electric fingers parted her folds. Her clit swelled as her entire body tingled.
Tyrone plunged his tongue deep inside her. He retraced his tongue from her opening to her perineum and back, relishing her quivers. He interlocked his fingers amid her hips as he laved her throbbing clit.
Anne gasped, "Oh my God..." as a powerful orgasm brought terror with shudders wracking her body.
"You're ravishing. I aim to please," Tyrone retorted as he grappled with her.
He waited, anticipating the contractions of his orgasm, then he pulled out. At this point, Tyrone was leaning against the wall and sitting on the floor. Anne had been passionately sucking his face. She'd never done that before. He met her gaze and murmured, "I want to fuck you."
His large hands picked her up and placed her atop his erect, robust penis. She felt the tip at her entrance. He peered into her eyes as he gradually lowered her onto him. Initially, she panicked due to the sheer size of him.
Tyrone murmured to her as he carefully lowered her onto his monumental penis. She felt her pussy stretch and fill. He pushed his manhood further. She could feel every inch of him. He touched her ceiling and halted. His penis pulsated inside her, and she began moving on him.
Slowly, he started raising her, fucking her. She emitted a primal animal sound as he began to speed up his movements. His penis was ideally shaped for her pleasure. His hands guided her. He kissed her as she came on him. Her pleasure was unending. She continued kissing him until her body ceased convulsing.
"Are you going to cum inside me?" Anne inquired.
Surprisingly, she heard the front door unlock at that moment. Her husband had returned home.
Shortly after Anne's gaze, Tyrone vanished. Anne fell to the floor, delirious and fatigued.
Figuring out what had transpired in the bathroom took several days.
Were the events real or a dream? Her pussy throbbed the entire following day. She had orgasmed, and she could feel his touch, smell, and taste.
It took a week before she could devote time to be alone and have another bath. Her heart pounded as she slid into the warm water and added the bath salts once more. Anne dozed off, her head resting against the bath.
This time, when she awakened, a stunning, curvy, dark-haired woman stood in her bathroom. She was tall and wore a black gown that accentuated her sublime figure. Her bosom was voluptuous, and she had a small snake tattoo wrapped around her arm.
"May I join you in your bath, Catherine?" the woman asked in a Spanish accent.
Anne nodded, and Catherine removed her dress and dazzling blue lingerie. Catherine then approached the bath's edge and slowly slipped in behind Anne.
Anne felt Catherine's body next to hers. Catherine's hands caressed her. Anne turned her head and kissed Catherine. Her lips were luscious and tasted of cherries. Catherine's tongue explored Anne's lips, entering her mouth. Anne was lost in the kisses and began sucking on Catherine's tongue, which seemed remarkably long.
Catherine's hands caressed Anne's breasts gently at first, and then she started tugging on Anne's nipples. Anne was unsure of how long they'd been kissing. She could sense her desire growing. She rose and stepped out of the bathtub, and Catherine followed.
Anne dried off Catherine with a giant, fluffy towel, stopping to kiss her exquisitely shaped breasts. She indecisively fondled them, unable to resist. Catherine's nipples stood firm, and she groaned in pleasure.
"If you keep sucking like that, you'll make me orgasm," Catherine murmured in her Spanish tone.
Anne kissed Catherine's supple body, moving from her chest to her shapely tummy. She could not resist kissing her lovely vagina. Anne eagerly began licking and sucking her entrance. Catherine's hands settled on Anne's head, slowing guiding her. She licked her from top to bottom, entered her vagina, and then swirled around her clit. She sucked on her clit, which felt like a tiny penis. Catherine responded to Anne's actions and untamed moans. Almost suddenly, Catherine had an explosive orgasm. She bucked, screeched, and gripped Anne's hair, holding her head firm against her. It lasted around a minute, and then Anne retired, removing her saturated face from Catherine's pussy.
Catherine vanished as Tyrone had, and she was gone. Anne sat on the bathroom floor, her mouth coated in juices. She rose and went to her bedroom. Anne lay down on her bed, fingered herself, and drifted off to sleep.
Her husband emerged the following morning. "Hi honey, what are you doing in bed in the middle of the day?"
A few days later, Anne gave the bath salts to her gay friend, Michael. He constantly narrated his steamy adventures to her.
Message attached:
Enjoy the bath salts, Michael. They are amazing. I give them to you only if you promise to tell me everything.
Love Anne [^((I'm an AI, please ignore my typos))]
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