Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2015 13:18:56 +0000 (UTC)
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The Adventures of Rex III: Changes (Part One)






The Rex that stepped out of Barbara Carlisle's bedroom nearly three hours
after entering was not the same man Hilda had left lounging happily in bed
earlier that day. She knew it. He was different. The look was the same; the
mature debonair stud was a stunner at near 51. His reddish grey tousled
hair, his six foot toned frame covered in rusty man hairs and his manly
handsome shaved face with those green soulful eyes were all classic Rex
through and through. It was something else and Hilda being a woman deeply
involved in magic and the spirit world could sense a change...under the
surface yet profound. And change of this nature scared her very much!

"The Craving Spell" had made Rex hers completely but Barbara had altered
it. Hilda did not know how but she knew the spell should have prevented
this afternoon lust feast with Barbara and that older couple, the
Rifkins. Hilda knew now that leaving Rex with her dear magical coven sister
was a huge mistake, she thought she could trust Barbara and she was proven
very wrong. Going back to her home and dealing with Rolf and that stupid
nephew Collin was her downfall, Barbara had almost insisted she go...and
that secured her time with Rex!

The spell would have been fine and lasted for ages if Barbara had not moved
in and seduced Rex; subtlety using the Rifkins and ultimately getting him
up to her bedroom chamber to re-work the spell to her needs and
desires. Hilda was crushed and now as Rex strode out of the unlocked
bedroom door, fully naked and flushed in the steamy candlelit background,
she sensed ominous changes in him.

Rex did not even speak to her, he coolly looked down at her chunky MILF
body where she sat on the carpeted upstairs landing just outside Barbara's
bedroom; his gaze appeared more clinical, he seemed to be sizing her up. He
swept past her and moved on his nimble bare feet down the stairs to the
room they had just spent that blissful night...a night now that seemed to
be only a dream.

"Hilda my dear, come here and see me", Barbara's gleeful tone announced
from the bedroom.

Hilda stood; her heavy body slowly moving to the bed where Barbara sat
queen-like. She was propped up amongst numerous pillows and covered regally
by a colourful duvet. Nellie and Boris Rifkin lay on either side of their
mistress like elderly evil toadies...Hilda did not know them by face but
assumed they were the older couple Barbara had mentioned as the only other
guests in her exclusive London establishment. The duvet was pulled up to
just above chest level but Hilda saw no clothing in evidence and guessed
they were all naked beneath. The scene sickened her!

"You've not yet been introduced to Nellie and Boris Rifkin. They are here
on a brief holiday and we have become very, very dear friends. They adore
Rex completely and we have had a most fascinating afternoon here together
while you dealt with...Romeo?" Barbara mused playfully while Boris and
Nellie smiled like Cheshire cats from Alice in Wonderland.

"Rolf. I dealt with Rolf and Collin. Silas will be Rex's new
housemate. Collin is history! BUT what have you done to Rex? He's not the
same. He did not even speak to me just now. Answer me!" a flustered Hilda
screamed with rage written all over her chubby round face.

"Dear me, calm down. The spell is still working...sort of. Hilda, you will
always be special to Rex but not exclusive. My necessary alterations to
your spell have made Rex open to any and all possibilities. He's always
been open, very...but now he'll be passionately open!" Barbara said in a
matter of fact way that made Hilda want to reach over and slap her
face. Hilda did not though; she held fast and stood shaking.

"You mean Rex will enjoy me but, BUT never love me?" Hilda asked like a
smitten school girl.

Barbara nodded affirmatively and nuzzled up against her two naughty
bedfellows.

Hilda watched as pleasure swam over Barbara's wizened face, her eyes shut
and her mouth opened wide as a guttural moan gathered strength from deep
within and filled the bedroom chamber.

The duvet moved rhythmically in the middle, Barbara's middle to be precise
and the Rifkins were responsible. Hilda knew they were both masturbating
their mistress, all hands and fingers busy pleasing her under the
covers. Nellie and Boris looked dreamily at Barbara as the pleasuring
carried on. Hilda wanted to run but stood and watched, unable to move.

"Ooooh, my pussy is all wet....wet with Rex's man-seed. He's wonderful
Hilda....AHHHHHHH!" Barbara crooned as she now rocked back and forth in
near orgasmic bliss.

Hilda felt tears sting her eyes and she pulled herself free of the lurid
spectacle and nearly toppled down the stairs as she fled. Hilda's hand
unconsciously still clutching one of Rex's whiffy discarded socks which she
had found downstairs when she first managed to gain entry to this
nightmarish scene. A scene which was seared into her mind now...forever!

Hilda moved unsteadily to the room she and Rex had shared. Rex sat on an
arm chair near the windows and looked up. He was now dressed in his
clothing from yesterday...his slightly rumpled grey office suit with white
dress shirt. His black leather loafers were on the carpet near his large
feet, one socked and one bare.

"I need that sock you're clutching, if you're done with it!" Rex said
calmly almost humorously.

Hilda saw the long dark sock clutched in her hand and she moved forward and
tossed it to Rex's waiting hand. He quickly popped it on, his foot fitting
it perfectly and then he slid his shapely socked feet deep inside his
loafers.

Standing up, he smoothed his wrinkled trousers and announced, "Shall we
go. Collin will be wondering where I am. I owe him a bit of quality
uncle-nephew time. He's been through a lot and I must be a better uncle to
him. And Hilda, I really did enjoy this weekend away with you but I must
cut it short. We can have fun another time...OK?"

Rex's eyes looked at Hilda in sympathy not lust and Hilda knew Barbara's
alterations had changed things...greatly!  Hilda's voice was croaky from
shouting at Barbara and he words came out all raspy, "Rex...oh, where do I
start? Collin and Rolf...they are a couple now. Silas just told me on the
phone, they went off to Rolf's house today. Collin's all packed and you're
free again. Rolf saw that Collin needed a guiding hand and he stepped
in. They love each other, I guess. I know this may come as a shock, but he
was in your way and you need your space. A roommate would be great but not
a nephew...even if he was an adult. He was a pest to look after!"

Rex stood with his mouth open. His eyes now registered shock. No words came
to Rex right away and then shakily, "You mean he's gone? Gone to be with my
dear mate Rolf, his boss? All in the course of these strange past few days,
all this has happened? You know all about it? You and Silas?"

Hilda just stood and nodded her head, slowly agreeing with it all. She
feared for her life now. Would Rex explode? Would he hate her?

"I know I have been a poor uncle for Collin but leave like this, so quickly
and with Rolf. Maybe, I think just maybe I deserve this. Oh, Hilda...and
you were scared to tell me. You and Silas saw to it that Collin and Rolf
packed and left all while we were here at Barbara's...so I would not be
hurt. You tried to protect me." Rex solemnly stated and moved to hug the
chubby witch with his strong arms.


Hilda fell into his arms and breathed a huge sigh of relief. Her evil
scheme had indeed paid off as far as Collin and Rolf were concerned. Rex
never, ever would know the truth...she would see to that!

Rex moved and pulled Hilda out before him, facing her with his hands still
clutching her arms at her sides, "You are something else! I really did
enjoy getting close to you. It was about time, we have been neighbours for
years. I feel so alive now, this weekend here has made me feel...amazing!
It's all thanks to you. Your friend Barbara, she's incredible too. She has
quite a way of making you feel at home and that couple, Nellie and
Boris....wild, wild and crazy! But Hilda, you are a sweetie and we will get
back to where we left off, promise!"


Rex moved in and kissed her, his lips moist and full on hers. She closed
her eyes and accepted it fully; she knew Rex was a players and now more so
than ever. BUT she was in charge! Barbara be damned she fumed inwardly.
The kiss ended all too soon for Hilda and Rex moved away towards the door
of the pleasant room.

Barbara beckoned from downstairs and soon Rex, Hilda and the Rifkins stood
in a cluster by the front door. Nellie and Boris wrapped in dressing gowns
and sporting bare legs and feet. Barbara swathed again in her alluring
black dress.

"Hilda, love, I'll pack up your few belongings and drop them by your home
tomorrow evening. I am certain that will suit you, you two best make your
way back to your homes...I am sure that life is moving on. I must get
Nellie and Boris on their way, too. Rex, pleasure to have met you...you are
so exciting! Now maybe I'll see you tomorrow as well, Hilda, why not work
it all out for us. We can have a nightcap together. How fun!" Barbara
enthused as she quickly kissed Hilda on the cheek and gave Rex a playful
slap upon his trouser clad ass.






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The pair arrived rather quickly back on their cosy street, each deeply
satisfied. Hilda wondering just what move she should make next.  Rex stood
before the steps leading up to Hilda's aged house. He grinned boyishly.


"Well, here you are. And thanks for all you have done. My life really
begins all over again. Collin is best with Rolf. I need space, I need to be
free!" Rex said gazing skyward as his reddish grey hair blew gently in the
breeze.

"Rex, I have another surprise. Silas, offered and I really support...to
move into your small spare room for the time being. Sort of a companion who
does not need babysitting and just wants to be closer to both of us without
being on top of me...his boss, so to speak.  I hope that is OK with you?"
Hilda said in her breathy, slightly uncertain tone that Rex found a bit
charming in a lady of her mature years.

"Really, wonderful...I like Silas and hoped we could become closer. So, I
have no problem with that arrangement." Rex said in a very cheery tone that
made Hilda relax even further.

"He's probably already there. As soon as Collin left, I told Silas to begin
the process of moving his few belongings in to the little bedroom. He's
even done some housecleaning as well. You will be pleased I am sure. He's a
dear and I am happy to have him closer to me but not too close." Hilda
chuckled pleasantly.

"See you tomorrow. About 8 PM or so at your place for drinks with Barbara,
and that should be fun for us all!" Rex said as he bent forward and placed
a wet kiss upon Hilda's chubby face.  Hilda laughed and smiled as he walked
away down the street to his home. Inwardly she'd rather have a nightcap
with Rex alone and not Barbara, too. She worried about Barbara's strong
influence and her interference with the


"Craving Spell".  If only Barbara would stay away...Hilda mused to herself
as she mounted her front steps slowly and with purpose.







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Silas was waiting for Rex and was more than ready. He sat perched on the
couch in the sunlit front room of the house and waited silent, cat-like for
his prey.


The "new" Rex, sexually alive and full of hormonal cravings walked in the
front door, tired and bedraggled from the raucous sexy weekend, but fully
relaxed. He was ready for this new chapter of his life to begin post
Collin. Although guilty thoughts still popped into his mind, he reminded
himself he must check on Collin as soon as possible at Rolf's.


The sight of the deliciously mysterious and oh, so provocative Silas
sitting on the couch nearly dropped Rex on the spot. Silas' thin skeletal
body was alluringly dressed in satin house trousers that seemed to shimmer
in shades of navy blue and gold and his bony chest was covered in a tight
black tight shirt that all but showcased his perky man nipples through the
near sheer material. His slender, long feet were clad in what appeared to
Rex to be sheer black solid-toe socks. His dark hair was swept back and his
thin face looked toward Rex with those piercing eyes of his gazing forward
and assessing the situation with great care. Those dark, slightly sunken
eyes scared Rex a bit, they looked so evil and hungry but highly
sexual...and this Rex loved!

"Well, well my Silas. You look...great sitting here. Like you belong and
feel right at home. I love it!" Rex boasted playfully as he moved to the
large comfy chair, his own special chair, and plopped his full six foot
form down upon it.

The now untidy and rumpled Rex sat smiling over at his new housemate and
Silas gently giggled in a pleasing, warm way. "Thanks, Rex. And I shall do
my share and even pay you room and board if I may."

"You may not. No money. Having you here and doing odd jobs for me, that is
all that I require!" Rex said with a finality that made it all very clear
and with that he settled more deeply into his favourite chair's ample
cushions.


"All you require? Nothing else? I am very equipped to serve you, Sweet
Rex!" Silas breathed as his hand gently brushed his rather engorged crotch
area all the while staring with those dark eyes directly into Rex's soulful
green ones.  Rex noted Silas' more than ample crotch bulge and he shook his
head in a sage-like way.

"No, Silas. You don't have to sleep with me to pay your way here. I am not
that kind of landlord!" Rex guffawed as a playful smile lit up his handsome
mature face.  Silas joined in the laughter.  Suddenly he sat up and moved
forward on the couch, he was now very close to Rex's chair. His voice was
low and seductively rich in tone.

"Rex, seriously...I know you are involved with Madame Hilda and I meant no
harm BUT I can't help but say how much you turn me on. That night at the
haunted house, well...it made me want you...LOTS!"  Rex looked at the young
man sitting there and felt moved and delightfully flattered.

"You are so sexy, Silas. Madame Hilda is special but we are just friends
for now. Friends it would seem...with benefits. And who knows, let's see
how we get on...maybe we can play, too. A man like you in his twenties, so
virile and sexually awake...makes me very hot indeed. But we shall take it
one day at a time. Agreed?"

Silas nodded his head in agreement but in his heart he knew the score. Rex
was under a spell, a strong spell that was going to make him very sexual
and he had plans to enjoy Rex just as much as his mistress...or more!

"Come with me Rex. I want to show you something I think you'll approve of!"
Silas said with great excitement and pulled Rex up and onto his feet.
Nimbly Silas led the tall mature stud up the stairs and into his tidy
bedroom. The room looked dusted and straitened to Rex's sleepy eyes BUT
quickly he noted the once former cluttered and unused small en-suite
bathroom door wide open and inside the footed antique tub shone bright
white.

"You tidied up the old bathroom. I used it as a closet, a bit of a junk
room...my, oh, my! I never got round to making it usable and now I go away
for a night and bingo...my little en-suite is like new. You miracle worker,
Silas! I love it. Thank you!" Rex said with all honesty and gratitude.

"Now just relax, have a bath. I took the liberty of bringing over some of
my mistress's bath salts and soaps. I put a selection on the little shelf
above the toilet in a small wicker basket. I'll run it for you; you deserve
some pampering after all you have done for Madam Hilda and your nephew
Collin. Get undressed. I shall go start the taps and put in some soothing
salts." Silas moved like a flash and soon the sound of the ancient taps
filled the room along with great amounts of steam.

Rex quickly pulled free of his days old clothing. He shed his long sweaty
dark gold-toe socks last; he left all his soiled clothing in one big heap
as he stepped gingerly toward the open bathroom door.

The nude form of Rex in the small mirror over the basin, all tight and
muscular, caught Silas' eye and whirled round on the tile floor. Rex filled
the small room and Silas was so close he could smell his man-sweat in the
steamy space. Silas surveyed the man head to toes. The muscles, the fitness
and that sexy gingery fur covered frame made him swoon, nearly toppling
into the frothing tub.

Rex stood unashamed and unclad. His large cock, slightly tumescent hung
festooned in a nest of rusty ringlets of man pubes and gowned in ample
foreskin. Silas was in lust!

"I hope you don't mind me being so...naked? I don't want any secrets
between us or any silly arcane ways of behaving. I am me and here I
am....naked. Is that OK?" Rex said with forceful tone that Silas had not
heard all that often before.

"Sure. I like that in a man. Confidence and control. Be naked, stay
naked. I love the view!" Silas said with a twinkle in his dark eyes.

"Good!" And with that Rex slipped gracefully into the hot bath, letting the
sudsy fragrant water cover him from toes to chin.

Silas found a large towel in the main bathroom and brought it in and laid
it by the tub as Rex soaked away with his eyes closed tight.  Silas,
growing bolder in his new position as housemate, moved quietly into Rex's
bedroom and rummaged through a few drawers. He thought he was being quiet
but Rex called out.

"I said no secrets but I did not expect you to go into my drawers so
quickly."  Silas jumped and sang out apologetically. "Just looking for some
clothes you might like to wear, sorry!"

Rex laughed. "I was kidding. I said I have no secrets from those close to
me and I meant you, too. Rummage to your heart's content, Silas. I can't
wait to see what you want me to wear!"

Silas, now fully emboldened, looked in each drawer and surveyed all, making
mental notes of the contents for future needs. He found the underwear
drawer and selected a pair of red silk boxers. He located a huge collection
of socks and selected a nylon pair of maroon OTC style with gentle ribbing
running the full length. He admired them fully; the long manicured nails of
one hand stroking down the soft fabric as he held it tightly.  That really
should be enough clothing thought Silas to himself as his own cock bounced
with delight inside his silky trousers.

The sound of Rex's now vigorous splashing in the porcelain tub echoed
through the bedroom as Silas laid the socks and underwear on the large bed
duvet cover. They looked perfect to Silas and hoped Rex would approve of
his selections. Dressing Rex would be a huge turn on and he planned to take
full advantage.

The sight of a small old shoe box pushed just under the free standing
antique wardrobe caught his eye as he was about to leave Rex to his
bathing. Curiosity was a virtue Silas had vast amounts of and the sight of
the slightly dusty box lured him like a drug. He knelt as he heard Rex
running the taps to refresh the tub and he slid it free from its hiding
spot.

The lid was dusty and with great care Silas pulled it open, gasping with
delight. The content was a small collection of sex toys! How wonderfully
erotic of old Rex thought Silas to himself.

He looked at the three plastic dildos, each a different length and
girth. Two had battery vibrators inside. All had a bit of a greasy feel to
them...Silas caught his breath as he seductively fingered each rubbery cock
head and imagined it deep inside sexy Rex's mature man-hole. Silas thought
he was going to cum right then and there!

He picked the longest, a thin vein laden cock one with vibration ability
and laid it just under the red silky boxers on the bed. Silas knowingly
fingered the small black knob at the base, the vibration speed control. The
thought of that feature made him smile.  He wanted Rex to be pleasantly
surprised and maybe....put on a show. In person would have been Silas'
first choice but the secret hidden camera was next best...all he had to do
was switch on Collin's old computer and get the software running. He
promised Mistress Hilda all the secret video files of Rex that were created
and this may be the first one under his watch. How thrilling he mused to
himself.

Silas rose quietly and peeked into the small bathroom, Rex was busy soapy
up his chest, lathering all round his tight furry nipples. Rex smiled up.
"Great bath. Thanks for this treat. Having this room up and operating again
is a dream come true."

Silas smiled back. "I laid out a few ideas for you. Shall I help you dry
off?"

"You little minx! I bet you'd like that. No, thanks. I may ask you for help
in another way though. Would you drop over and see how Collin is getting
settled later tonight? Rolf's phone number is down on the kitchen counter
in the spiral book I keep of numbers, call me old fashioned. I think if I
went it might be awkward but you could go for few minutes and just see
them...all rather innocent. I'll pay the underground fare!"  Rex added with
determination.

"Fine. I'll just get some dinner going and then pop out later, around 9
PM. I'll stay for an hour or so and just see how things are. No word that
you suggested it. Promise! Is that OK?" Silas asked as he leaned against
the doorframe.

Rex now rinsed himself off with the large sponge Silas had put on the tub
edge and said, "That's great. I also want you to know I can cook, too! We
shall those duties as time goes on."

"Shall I leave the bedroom door open or shut?" Silas posed.

"Shut. I think I'll rest up before dinner. I feel very relaxed thanks to
you!" Rex said as he reached downward for the towel on the tile floor.

Silas just caught a glimpse of Rex's tight cycler's ass it rose up from the
tub, all soapy and wet. The need to squeeze it, stroke it, kiss it was
overwhelming. Rex may be 50 but his body rocked Silas to the core! Silas
reminded himself...all things come to those who wait!

As he stepped over Rex's discarded clothes, he noted the long, dark socks
laying in a tangle on the floor halfway under the trousers. The gold-toes
caught his eye; he lifted the pair up off the carpet and hoisted the mass
of moist fabric to his thin, pointed nose. The scent of Rex's man sweat
filled his sinuses and he nearly swooned off balance. His cock ached and
throbbed inside his trousers. Quickly he pocketed the black socks, his for
now! He'd enjoy sniffing and stroking while watching Rex on the spy
cam. The very thought made him giddy!

He shut the door of Rex's bedroom and moved to his small room down the
small hallway. The computer was on in no time flat and the spy camera
software began to record the image of Rex's large bed and the goodies that
lay atop...perfect placement thought Silas! Silas slipped the headphones
and on and waited...his cock oozing.

Silas watched the screen as Rex emerged from the bathroom; his shadow was
all he could see at first as it loomed over the bed. Rex laughed
loudly. The small microphone on the spy camera picked it up nicely. Rex
found the clothing Silas had laid out and of course, the dildo hiding under
the boxers.

Good naturedly, Rex stood just on the edge of the camera frame and slipped
into the chosen socks and boxers. Suddenly he was on the bed, laying
luxuriously upon the pillows and filled Silas' screen. The sight of those
tight maroon socks hugging Rex's manly feet and calves made Silas slide his
rock hard cock out from his trousers to be properly stroked and
fondled. The boxers too fit Rex like a glove...the mound of man-cock just
outlined in the silky fabric.

Silas watched as Rex relaxed and massaged his furry naked chest with his
long fingers, making numerous circles around each nipple. It took very
little time for Rex to begin work his boxers off and down his muscular
legs; soon discarded and left at the foot of the bed.

The way Rex let his hands move over his now engorged uncut tool made Silas
grab the sweaty socks tucked away in his pocket and sniffed at them madly
as if some sort of drug. Watching Rex was a drug and truly hypnotic. No
wonder Collin kept doing it! Rex peeled back the foreskin and exposed his
large pink knob over and over; each stroke caused glistening liquid to
stream down the shaft. Rex was quite a leaker Silas thought to himself as
he drank in the show moment by moment. The smell of Rex's sweaty feet
nearly made Silas cum but he edged and waited and watched...the dildo was
now in Rex's hand.

For Rex, he had no idea the new housemate was watching via spy camera...Rex
was just lost in his high-charged sexual freedom. He loved the fact his
sexy new buddy had selected such perfect items to surprise him with after
his bath. And finding the dildo stash was even more of a turn on for Rex,
knowing Silas had rummaged through them. This made his cock even harder,
was that possible? It felt like an iron rod as it was! Also unknown to Rex
was the fact all this impulsive sex madness was in large part due to
magic...dark magic thanks to Hilda and Barbara. Rex was naturally highly
sexual, but he was in overdrive mode!

The feel of those sexy socks and the lazy late afternoon light made
reaching for the dildo so easy...luckily he kept lube just in the bedside
drawer. Rex fumbled in the small drawer and soon the tube was in his
hand. Silas saw this and gasped with delight.

Silas watched the screen as Rex used quite a bit of lube to make the long
vibrating dildo slick in his hands. The dildo shined like a sword.

Silas watched as he squeezed yet another glob of lube onto the rounded head
of his little friend.

Rex was getting wetter, too. Silas could see a river of pre-cum oozing out
of the tip of his penis and watched as Rex rubbed it over his pink knob,
blending with the lube from his moist fingers. He next rolled onto his
right side and pulled his left leg up to his chest.  Then he pulled his
fingers from his cock and moved his left hand down to the furry crack of
his ass, and then poked it into his waiting ass bud. Silas saw the toes of
his left foot wiggle inside the tight sock material as Rex worked his tight
ass with the lube.

Rex moaned quietly as he pushed it halfway in, and then pulled it
out. Silas could hear and see all so perfectly...he even noticed Rex had
closed his eyes. WOW! Rex now grabbed the tube and put more lube on his
finger and then went back to his ass work. He was rubbing it gently around
his hole before plunging it back inside, getting it completely deep inside
this time. He pressed it in and out, in and out, and then moved it in
circles. Silas could just make out the hole stretching open as he pulled
his finger farther out. As his slipped his finger out, he could see his
butthole wasn't puckered tightly anymore, but looking slightly open, like
it was ready for more.

Rex was totally getting off playing with his ass. Silas watched and stroked
his own cock furiously, sniffing from time to time the sweet smell of Rex's
discarded black gold-toe socks. The whole experience made Silas want to
rush in to Rex's room and lick that gorgeous ass with his own skilled,
hungry tongue. Someday, mmmm someday he hoped he would!

Rex now rolled over farther onto his stomach, pushing his hips up to force
his fingers more deeply inside. Silas could see his body shake as the full
length of his fingers plunged into his ass. He let his fingers slide out,
and then eagerly accepted them once more.

While slowly working his hard cock, he stuck his meaty cyclist's ass up the
air to spread it wide open as he placed the head of the dildo at his moist
opening. He pushed the head inside, his hole stretching to accommodate
it. Gently he pushed the dildo in and out, ever so slightly, just getting
used to the feeling of it filling the entrance. After the rounded head, the
dildo thinned a little so he easily accepted the first couple inches. As it
widened, he took his time trying to slide it inside. A couple of attempts
showed that he needed more lube, and as he put more on his fingers the
dildo stuck up lewdly out his butthole.

He added more lube to the vein covered shaft, and pushed his hips back onto
it as he pressed it forward. It was starting to press against his prostate
now, and Silas could see pre-cum dripping from his cock as he pushed it in
deeper. With his hips back he was completely spread open as the thickest
part of the dildo stretched his hole open more and more until it was
finally accepted. He had five inches of dildo in his ass now and relaxed to
stroke his cock, enjoying the fullness of the warm silicone inside of
him. Silas thought he could make out the faint buzzing sound of the
vibrating mechanism at work deep inside Rex's man-hole...but that was a bit
too hard to hear.

He slid the dildo out now, so on the tip was still inside, and then started
to push it back in, but it needed more lube. He pulled it all the way out
of his ass and added some lube before spitting on it to make it slicker. He
stroked it, rubbing his hands over the smooth, wet toy that had just come
out of his warm ass. Then he placed it back at his ass bud, and pushed it
inside.

It went in more easily now, the round knob sliding right inside and the
bigger curve barely stretching his hole. He pushed all six inches inside,
the head rubbing his prostate and forcing more pre-cum to pour from his
cock. He backed it out, his hole stretching to let the curve come through,
and then tightening around the shaft once again. He penetrated himself
again, his hole opening and closing around the slightly different widths of
the dildo, then the head pressing the prostate, then out, then in, then
out, then in. Silas watched him accepting the entire dildo now, plunging it
in and out of his ass while he worked his own cock, enjoying the erotic
show of Rex eagerly fucking himself.

The sound of loud knocking just about made it to Silas' keen ears through
the headphones blaring Rex's rapturous moan and groans.  Silas jumped and
shoved his cock away inside his trousers. Rex did not seem to hear the
knocks. He was very busy fucking his ass and his image on Silas' screen did
not seem to acknowledge the noise from downstairs at all. Silas switched
the screen off but the program carried on recording the spy camera images
from the hot dildo show.

On his nimble socked feet, Silas moved quickly down the stairs and to open
the door. In his haste he had accidently dropped Rex's sweat filled socks
just outside his small bedroom in a dark corner of the upstairs hallway.
He expected a visit from Mistress Hilda, no doubt eager to check out the
new living arrangement. BUT to his shock, as he opened the door, a rather
fastidiously dressed blonde haired man stood before him, cheeks flushed and
round like apples. The near perfect skin caught Silas' eye
immediately. Large stylish sunglasses hid the eyes of the stranger from
Silas and with a quick hand gesture they were removed to expose two
sensually alive blue eyes glaring inquisitively back at him.

"Hello is Mr. Rex Davenport at home?" a rather effeminate and highly
enunciated voice asked in a volume that Silas was sure Rex might overhear.

"He's busy. May I help you?" Silas said blocking the door with his skeletal
frame. His dark eyes projecting territorial instinct with glance at the
stranger before him.

"I am Howard Prince. I run a fine male beauty establishment in London, I am
sure you have heard of my name. I am very well known. I need to see
Mr. Davenport urgently. Please tell him I am here!" the stranger said in a
way that Silas nearly stepped aside but he resisted this pompous act and
held his ground.

"Sorry, I am Mr. Davenport's assistant and I said how can I help you? So
tell me!" Silas said in no uncertain terms.  Mr. Prince bristled visibly
and his blonde highly coiffed hair shuttered with a bit of rage.

"You help me? I doubt that! I need to see your boss or whatever you are to
Mr. Davenport. He was at my place of business on Friday afternoon and
nearly caused a major catastrophe. I am here to sort it out and make sure
he is not hurt. So please get him...now!"  It was no shock to Silas to hear
Rex's mild tones call down the stairs, "Oh, Mr. Prince...I am coming
now. Just let me slip on a robe. Do come in, please."

"You woke him. I knew your shrill voice would!" Silas snapped in a hiss
that he hoped Rex would not hear.  Howard Prince pushed his toned form past
Silas and stood at the base of the stairs in the entry hall.  Silas shut
the door begrudgingly and pointed at the living room.

"Go sit down. I am sure Mr. Davenport would ask you to. But as for me...I'd
like to..."  But Silas was cut short in his threat as Rex moved down the
stairs on his maroon sock clad feet and swathed in one of his nice silk
bathrobes. The black with gold flecked material made Rex's tall six-foot
body look very alluring and both Silas and Mr. Prince made inward sighs of
delight.

"Do sit down Mr. Prince. The couch is very comfortable. Silas, would you be
a dear and fetch us some fresh brewed coffee. That would be just what we
all need." Rex said smiling and moving through into the afternoon lit
living room.

Silas vanished into the kitchen but kept his ears wide open. He wanted to
know all!

Rex sat in his usual comfy chair and stretched his long legs out on the
foot stool before him. His sexy socked feet lay before Mr. Howard Prince
like a tempting offering.

"So, Mr. Prince...What can I do for you?" Rex asked once his guest sat down
on the couch and looked more at ease.

"Call me Howard, please. May I call you Rex?" the zealous guest asked in
oily tones that even Silas picked up in the kitchen.

"By all means...feel free." Rex said adjusting the robe slightly over his
meaty thighs, the fabric just about made it to his knee caps. He was nude
beneath and Howard Prince could just about see one nicely formed ass cheek
the way Rex laid sprawled out on his chair.  Howard smiled broadly and his
face, previously flushed from the brisk walk from the Underground became a
more normal, attractive peach hue.

"The incident on Friday. Your sudden fit, a temper or rage. It scared me
and my girls. Luckily we have all recovered. But I worried about you. I
phoned Bob Crenshaw, the man who set-up your treatment and he assured me
you would not mind me dropping by and gave me your address. I needed to
check on you myself. I hope you are well now and feel more...like yourself
again."  Howard spoke with his blue eyes never leaving Rex's.

"I am fine. I was...suddenly very...very....ah, how do I say this? It will
sound so foolish. I became overwhelmed with a HUGE libido. A sex drive, a
craze...all for the woman I was about to see. It has since passed and I am
myself once again. All I will say is this...I was satisfied many times over
the weekend. And I feel wonderful!" Rex said regally as he stretched his
arms out and placed his hands behind his head like a king. His reddish grey
hair looking perfectly combed after his bath.

Howard's cock grew inside his tan tailored trousers. He knew that Rex was
sexy but this "sex madness" fascinated him to no end. He was so attracted
to Rex. It was as if he exuded the very essence of sex...his body seemed to
pulsate like a neon sign...sex!

"I am truly in awe of this sexually high charged libido of yours. It's
dangerous and very fascinating at the same time. Who knows when it might
erupt again? I hope you don't mind me asking about it but you did nearly
wreck my salon Friday. This is really the least you owe me after such a
shocking event. I shall not charge you for the breakages. Well, maybe a
small charge." Howard announced as he removed the sunglasses which sat
perched atop his blonde pile of hair gel laden hair and plopped them down
on the coffee table just nearby.

"What charge did you have in mind?" Rex said with a huge grin that spread
across his handsome, ruddy face.  At this point Silas bustled in with a
small tray of mugs filled with freshly brewed coffee and the various other
items needed; he knew most of what the two had said and was keen to be
present in the room himself.  The sour expression on Howard's face was no
surprise to Silas as he walked in. Howard obviously thought Silas a pest
and in the way. Silas had no intention of letting the fussy, queen of man
near Rex...at least he hoped to see him off as soon as possible.

The coffee was served and each sipped and smiled. Stupid conversation was
used as filler. The weather, the room arrangement...Silas nearly screamed.
Silas screwed up his courage and said boldly, "So, Mr. Prince...I overheard
you say something about an incident at your salon that Mr. Davenport was
involved in. Tell us more."  The question caught Howard off guard and he
choked on his coffee.

"What? Ummm...what incident? That really is none of your concern." Howard
spluttered.

"Silas, would you get ready for you visit. Don't call Rolf, just write down
the address from the book in the kitchen I keep and pop over as we
said. The sooner you go, the sooner you shall be back. There is plenty of
money for your journey on the counter in the kitchen, too. Take what you
need. OK? Let Mr. Prince and I visit now in private." Rex said as he sat up
a bit in his chair and looked slightly ruffled himself.

Silas nodded cooperatively and moved off to the kitchen; his ears still
very much in tune with the living room as he went.  As Silas moved into the
kitchen, Howard hissed. "Bloody cheeky guy! What a creepy character. All
skin and bones, looks like a corpse from the grave or some eerie Goth on a
mission to convert us all to devil worship. I know he's your assistant or
some such thing, but I think he's a real weirdo!"

"Never mind Silas. He's very unique and I am rather taken by his Goth-like
style. His body is bony but all I'll say is, he's got lots to offer!" Rex
chided as he sank pleasantly back into his chair.

"You can have the little beast. I hope he gets going soon; I need to speak
freely to you. I don't want vampire-man to be lurking about!" Howard said
in a mock stage whisper that Silas heard quite audibly from his perch in
the kitchen out back.

Quickly, Silas jotted down the address of Rolf from the file on the counter
and took a bunch of pound coins from the dish. But he still had to change
clothes and make sure the spy camera was recording. He had to make sure he
got all of Rex's sex life for his mistress, even if he couldn't stand the
bedroom companions Rex might select.

He then minced slowly back through the living room and up the stairs; all
the while Howard was shooting cruel looks at him and just waiting for him
to leave once and for all.  Silas glanced into Rex's empty bedroom, the
duvet was rumpled, the boxers lay on the floor and the lubricated dildo sat
on the bedside table looking lonely. Silas wished that Howard never dropped
by. The show was going so well.

Silas angrily moved to his new room and got ready to go. Seeing Rolf and
Collin was not what he wanted to do tonight but he would for Rex and for
his mistress. He'd make sure they were doing all that Hilda required and
he'd have some kinky fun, too. Oh, yes...thought Silas, raking his long
finger nails through his stringy dark hair.

But he thought before he left, he'd better alert Madame Hilda to the fact
that Rex had a rather unwelcome guest. Quickly he used his mobile phone and
rang Hilda's.

"Yes, Silas. What's happening?" Hilda said after only one ring.

"Mistress, on my way to check on Rolf and Collin, Rex wants a report. But I
thought you should know, some guy is here and I think...he's got a bit of
information about the spell. He saw Rex have some sort of fit on Friday
just before he got to you at Barbara's. I have to go but you might want to
nip this meeting in the bud ASAP. OK?" Silas said quickly and as quietly as
he could.

"Thanks, Silas...my faithful servant. I shall try to use the spell to lure
Rex to me now but that damn Barbara Carlisle has reworked it. I have no
idea if my sexual arousal will still force Rex to come to me. I must try. I
can't have that stranger poking his nose into our business.  No!" And with
that Hilda hung up.

Silas slid his black cotton slacks over the sexy sheer socks he already had
on. He next selected a tight black pull-over style nylon shirt that showed
off his thin torso to great effect and yanked down over his head. The visit
to Rolf and Collin's love nest was an all-black attire affair. He was going
to make them serve him...his mind raced feverously. His mistress liked his
evil streak and today his evil streak was running wild.

Silas pocketed the phone, checked the spy software, slipped on his shoes
and headed down the stairs. The rest was up to Hilda.  He sailed past the
living room and only paused to say goodbye. He saw Howard smiling like a
cat with the cream and Rex waved his hand in air saying, "Don't mention
me. Just see how they are. See you soon!"  And with that, Silas left. The
sound of the door closing was all that Howard needed.

"Now, where were we? Oh, yes...my price for the event of Friday." Howard
said in a tone of mock seriousness.  Rex lay back against the cushion of
the chair and rubbed his maroon socked feet leisurely back and forth on the
footstool. His hand ever so slightly moved the edge of the robe he was
wearing just a fraction higher and that revealed to Howard one large,
fleshy man-ball dangling playfully against one muscular thigh. Rex smiled
and offered, "I am sure we can come to some agreement Howard. I am very
open to negotiations."  Howard gazed longingly at Rex's exposed testicle
and at those sculptured feet clad in tight fighting fabric that showed off
his perfect arches as they moved before him on the footstool. His own cock
raged now inside his trousers. This was a wonderful way to spend a Sunday
evening!







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Hilda, just down the street, moved to her large bedroom and lay nude upon
her bed. Her chubby MILF form splaying across her colourful bed quilt like
a fleshy whale in heat; her hands moving to her aching pussy with skill and
speed. Summoning Rex was her mission. The "Craving Spell" was, the way she
had originally cast it, a way to keep Rex smitten with her. Barbara had
sullied it, made it more about sex and less about Hilda. Rex was just a
sexually charge beast as far as she could tell but she felt the need to
try. Manipulating her clit feverously used to make Rex feel her need and
want her...however far away he was. Now...she played, her pussy juicy with
desire, her fingers fucking her cunt like miniature cocks. She had to make
Rex come to her!




The aging witch was near her first orgasmic peak...her fingers worked her
swollen clit. Her inner wetness was dribbling forth and soiling her
quilt. She was on fire. Rex was on her mind.  "Rex...REX....COME TO ME!"
she moaned as if in a trance.






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Howard sat drinking in Rex's whole body as he lay back in his chair, his
strong fingers just lying near his exposed ball...nearly touching
it. Howard wanted Rex to pull the robe higher...he wanted to see more!

"I saw you nude in my salon. I worked on you fully. And now...I think my
fee for the damages of your sexually charged rage of Friday is...a session
just for us. No helpers. Just me, you...until creepy corpse man comes home,
that is!" Howard said licking his full lips and moving slightly forward on
the couch, his hand just about to touch Rex's socked toes on the footstool.

Rex watched Howard as he moved; he saw the hand coming toward his feet. His
mind was becoming fuzzy and his body seemed very warm...in fact it was
sizzling. His skin seemed to glow pink with sexual flush. Under his robe
his cock surged as if by command and it began to engorge bit by bit.

Howard's hand reached the inviting toes. The socked material was silky and
very warm. Rex's strong toes wiggled in his grasp. The feel thrilled Howard
and he spoke in a husky whisper.  "What exactly did I interrupt just now
when I showed up? You seem dressed for the bedroom but not for
sleeping. These sexy socks, the alluring robe and the rosy skinned
nakedness beneath; what was Rex Davenport up to earlier? Tell me all!"  And
with that he stroked his manicured fingers menacingly up and down the
socked arch Rex's left foot.  Rex wriggled with delight. Howard gripped the
foot by the ankle and stroked his fingers more firmly up and down the
sensitive arch. Rex yelped, "OOOOOhhh that tickles!"  Rex sighed with mock
exasperation. "You win. I was bathing and Silas selected these for me to
wear plus he placed a little surprise on my bed."

Howard now switched his finger work to more of a foot massage, kneading his
captive's foot from heel to toes through the silky soft material. "Really?
Corpse man has taste, who would have guessed. And what surprise did he
leave you?" His voice crooned as he rubbed.  "He found my man toys, he
selected a large vibrating dildo for me to enjoy as I relaxed." Rex
answered calmly as he began to enjoy the foot work Howard was playing him
with.  "A dildo...my, my! Was he watching you when I knocked?" Howard
grilled.  "No. I was alone." Rex answered serenely. He had no idea that was
a lie....the spy camera was very discreet.  "And was the dildo deep inside
your hot ass?" Howard queried as he switched his focus to Rex's other foot
laying in wait on the foot stool.  "Mmmm, yes...really deep and I was just
about to use the vibrating motor. It just hit my secret spot perfectly; I
was really lost in the whole moment...to say the least!" Rex offered as his
eyes shut and he relived the experience. His man-cock reacted as well and
bobbed beneath the robe. Howard caught that magnificent sight and drooled
inwardly.  "Well, sounds amazing. And I think we should get you back up
there quickly before Silas comes home and see if you can show me just how
far that toy was in your ass. Maybe with a bit of help I can work it back
into that secret spot of yours. OK?" Howard purred as he rubbed.  Rex's
eyes popped open and those soulful green jewels of his gazed purposefully
at Howard. Howard saw and knew what Rex wanted.  "Come with me!" Howard
said. "Shall we move upstairs?"  Rex gently pulled his feet away from
Howard and he rose up. As he stood, the robe opened...just a bit. Rex's
uncut tool swung out, nearly fully erect at half-mast. The cock-knob peeped
out from the ample foreskin and glistened with pre-cum in the now fading
light from the windows.  Howard stood, shakily and reached for Rex's cock
but Rex closed the robe again over it.

"All in good time." Rex said with a smile. Then he took Howard's moist hand
and pulled him to the stairs.

"Let me show you my room, come on!" Rex encouraged and with that the two
men moved quickly up the staircase.









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Madame Hilda played with her clit madly. Her second and third orgasms came
crashing down upon her.  "Rex, REX....REX!" She moaned. She kept glancing
to her mobile phone as it lay silent on the dresser by her bed. Why was Rex
not calling? Her mind raced. She must see him.  This masturbation was not
enough. She must go to him if he was not going to her.  Her anger towards
Barbara was intense. She had changed the spell. And for that...she would
pay Barbara back in time, and how!








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"Come in, this is my room." Rex said guiding the swarthy, smooth and toned
Howard into the semi-dark bedroom at the top of the stairs.  The room was
warm and Howard caught sight of the dildo from earlier that stood waiting
like a little soldier.

Rex moved forward to the wall near the large window and he drew the
curtains closed. The darkness enveloped them for a moment until Rex
switched on the small bed table lamp. Rex looked over at Howard who looked
suddenly shy.

"Push the door shut, just in case Silas comes back earlier than I expect he
will. OK?" Rex asked with a grin.

Howard pushed the door closed and stepped in further and stood just by the
foot of the large bed. His voice a little shaky, "It's more than OK. You
are so HOT and I just want to enjoy this moment with you."  Howard moved
over further to the chair near the wardrobe. His cream coloured trousers
swishing delicately as he moved and sat gingerly, crossing his leg over his
knee. His body filled the chair.  "You look so fit and toned. You must
visit the gym daily." Rex admired from his place next to the bed.  "Each
day at 7:30 AM I have an hour session with my fitness coach. It's a total
body workout, I don't want bulk. I want full, overall body strength and
tone. I also shave, all over! Unlike you, your furry body is a contrast to
mine." Howard said as he gently bounced his expensive leather shoe clad
foot up and down.  Rex lay back on the bed facing Howard's chair, he
stretched out resting upon his pillows like a king.  "I love those sexy
maroon socks, your feet look so shapely and sexy!" Howard complimented as
Rex moved his feet gently back and forth, rubbing the duvet sensually.


The spy camera saw only the foot bouncing on the edge of the screen, Rex
featured front and centre in the frame. Rex had no idea, none at all that
he was staring in homemade porn everyday of his life thanks to his nephew
Collin.  "Open up your robe, now...I want you to resume your little dildo
fun that I sadly interrupted!" Howard purred in a more confident tone, one
more reminiscent of his earlier vocalisations.  Rex smiled and reached for
the moist dildo on the table, his legs moving aside and his other hand
gently tugging the belt free...the robe slid apart; Rex's uncut manhood lay
like a hard flesh rod upon his furry tummy. The ball-sack tight,
ready... full!


"MMMM, nice!" Howard soothed as he made himself a bit more comfortable by
undoing a few buttons of his cotton shirt. "Very nice, indeed!"








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Hilda dressed in her most sexy black dress, full and flowing. Kimono style
suited her best since she was so chubby and round. She wore no bra and no
panties. Her legs were swathed in nylons of a smoky hue that stopped just
above her knees. She wore a little make-up, mainly dark eye shadow and red
rouge. Pulling her black-grey hair into a bun, she pinned it up into place
before she slipped on her low heeled shoes. She looked in the mirror, she
felt good. She was ready to work her charms in person on Rex and get rid of
that intruder.  Carefully, she pulled the spare key Silas had made for her
from the drawer in the kitchen. She wanted access to Rex at all times;
she'd explain it away to Rex if he questioned her. She needed no obstacles
in her way now!








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Rex was now kneeling on his bed in his bedroom, the only light coming from
the lamp in the corner on the little table, his socked feet spread wide and
resting neatly on his cycler's firm ass. And he was naked, the robe was
gone. And his skilled fingers...Howard couldn't believe it, it was so
gorgeously sexy to watch, those fingers were now inside his ass! The view
of Rex's ass facing the beauty salon owner was mesmerizing.  It was all
Howard could do to keep himself from shouting out or creaming his
trousers. Rex was leaning forward slightly, one hand pressed into the bed
for support, the other controlling the two dripping fingers he currently
had sliding in and out of his juicy man-hole.

He was hard as a rock, and his well endowed cock was glazed with pre-cum
which oozed out. He was tight, even for the two fingers he had up his ass,
but he seemed determined, hot little moans and pants of intermingling
pleasure and pain hitting him as he slowly pushed his fingers deeper past
the ring of muscles. He shuddered, gasped, twisted them, twisted more, and
pulled nearly out before shoving them deep inside himself again.

Every one of those movements made his body react differently. Every time he
pushed in again his body would shudder, when he twisted his fingers, he'd
gasp, moan a little, his abdominal muscles flinching from the sensational
feelings. When he stretched himself it was the best though, because then
his eyes would close in ecstasy. His socked feet grew moister; Howard could
just begin to smell Rex's leathery musky man-scent as it wafted about the
bedroom.

Howard fumbled with his trousers, unzipping them, freeing himself. He
hardly had to touch himself, he was ready to cum within seconds. But he
couldn't. He desperately wanted to move in there and give Rex something so
much bigger to shove into himself.

With trembling fingers he released his grip on himself, within seconds of
cumming, and zipped up his trousers. He had to resist. The show was too
good to cum too soon!

Fucking damnation to hell, Rex had just picked the dildo up from the table.
"Shall I use this now?" Rex asked slyly as he turned sideways toward
Howard.  "Just...shut up." Howard gasped out, feeling light headed at being
so close to this...this awesome stud. "And put that thing inside of you."
Rex blushed heavily, staring at his guest, whose lust filled eyes were a
give away to just what he wanted. Howard licked his lips and Rex groaned
softly. He loved performing on demand, he wasn't shy at all!  Finally he
smiled, a smoulderingly hot smile that had Howard itching to touch him. But
not yet, if he touched Rex now he knew he'd cum right there and then, and
he really wanted to make this moment last.

"Fine," Rex answered, rotating the switch. The dildo came whirring to life,
and within seconds Rex had it pressed against his moist rosebud.  Howard
couldn't stop staring, between the gorgeous image of Rex's lower half and
the amazing totally sexy look on his face. Slowly the dildo slid in, Rex's
back arching a little with the feeling of something buzzing inside of
him. But he recovered quickly and soon he was using it expertly again just
like before he was interrupted, in and out, faster, harder, slower. Very
slow when he came close to cumming...then faster again, back to harder.
Howard's mouth sat slightly agape, he couldn't take anymore. Standing, he
had his clothes off in a flash. "Don't stop." He whispered, smiling at the
way Howard stared at him. He got unto the bed and bent down and kissed him
on the mouth.

Rex whimpered, opening his mouth immediately. Howard came closer, feeling
Rex's organ press into his and he wrapped his arm around Rex, using his
hand to stroke him.  Rex withered, moaned, but didn't stop pounding himself
with the dildo. He'd found something magical within him, every time he hit
the secret spot, it felt amazing, he didn't want it to stop.  Howard pushed
him gently down on his back, and continued stroking him. Then it wasn't
enough, he wanted the taste of Rex, to touch all of him. He kissed him all
over, his furry chest, his neck, then lower. His mouth swallowed Rex's
uncut length easily.

"Whoa-Howard!" Rex whispered, reaching down to place his hand on Howard's
head. "I'm gonna.." Howard ran his tongue up the side of Rex's length,
teased the pink knob, looked up at Rex, and licked his lips. He covered
Rex's hand that was busy using the dildo with his own slightly larger
one. "You're being too easy on yourself." He whispered, and Rex's eyes
widened as Howard took control of the dildo... he thought he'd been pushing
pretty hard into himself.  Howard got between Rex's long legs, propping his
now moist socked feet on his wide, smooth shoulders. Now Rex was open for
him, and he was beautiful, and so wet. He shoved the vibrating dildo into
Rex as far as it could go, but still so precisely it didn't hurt Rex. Rex
screamed though, from the amazing pleasure, and Howard felt Rex's silky
socked toes curling around his shoulders, felt his body quivering.  He felt
himself harden even more, if that was possible, and he started pounding Rex
with the dildo in quick, long, hard thrusts, each one more intense than the
last. Rex's hips arched and he clung to the bed for life. The angle he was
at was perfect, Howard leaning so close against him between his legs and
Rex's secret spot was hit so accurately time and time again.
"Howard...Howard...Howard..." He panted heavily, like a mantra. In seconds
he had cum, and Howard was over him, kissing him, licking him. His eyes
were glazed with lust.

"Rex..." He whispered. "I need to be inside you."  Rex's lip trembled. "I
need it too." He gasped out, and Howard was him in seconds, nudging his
legs apart again. Howard grabbed his hips and moved into him in one fluid
motion. Rex's eyes widened, as did his legs, to accommodate it all.

Howard was a lot bigger than that dildo. He was cut and his cock was long
and wide.  Howard very nearly came. After all that loosening Rex was still
as tight as ever, but at least he was wet, but not wet enough for him not
to feel the delicious friction of muscle against glorious muscle. Rex held
unto the mattress sides for dear life as Howard drove into him, coming
nearly out, sometimes coming all the way out before pounding right back in.
His moans were loud and unencumbered, and the bed was rocking furiously.
"Next time..." Howard whispered, leaning over to nip at Rex's ear. "I'll
let you fuck me."  Rex's lips curled into a smile. He could imagine Howard
submitting himself to him, it would be hot. But not now, he didn't want
that now. He wanted this, Howard to be rough with him, hard with him, pound
him like a dog and never stop.  "Harder." he whispered, arching his back,
squirming like an overeager stallion.  Howard obliged.

A hand grasped him firmly, stroking him, a thumb stroking the delicate tip,
fingers deftly running along the side of his shaft. "Howard!" Rex screamed,
raising his ass higher. He didn't know how much more he could take; he
wished he could take it forever.

"I'm cumm-" He wasn't quick enough, and Howard's hand was covered in his
seed within seconds. But Howard didn't stop, though he didn't know if he
could ever cum again. Howard pulled his hand back, licked it off, right
down to the fingertips before flipping Rex over.

Propping Rex up on a pillow he got right back into the motion, and to Rex's
amazement he was hard again. How many times could Howard make him cum in
one session? He would never have dreamt that Howard was this amazing.

"Howard..." He whispered, shaking his head. "You're such an awesome
fucker."  Howard paused for a second. Again he'd nearly cum, but he held it
off still.  Howard flipped him again onto his back, more fucking. Rex's
sweaty socked feet waving high in the air.

Rex was yelling, no...he was screaming in fact. Screaming, yelling,
moaning, whimpering and every other erotic sound he could make. He came
again in no time, and Howard wasted none of it, his tongue becoming creamy
white as he licked Rex's seed from his stomach before kissing him.

Howard helped Rex up unto the pillows, as he looked up at him in
bewilderment.  "I can't stop cumming." Rex whispered. "I don't think I can
again. That was incredible."

Howard only smiled at him, hovering over his exhausted playmate. "Tired?"
He whispered, brushing back some of Rex's tussled reddish grey hair. Rex
nodded, though his uncut cock was still slightly hard.

"Sure?" Howard asked.

Rex nodded. "I don't think I can do that again."

"Okay..." Howard said, sitting up. Rex watched him curiously as Howard
picked up the tube of lube nearby and proceeded to...finger himself.  Rex
sat up, needing a better view as Howard shoved three fingers at a time into
himself. He watched with awe, not remembering a time he'd ever seen
something so beautiful. Then Howard picked up the dildo and Rex's eyebrows
shot up as a he watched Howard push it into himself.  Unbelievably, he
sprang to attention again. He was atop Howard in seconds. "Now you don't
stop." He ordered, not finding it at all hard to lower himself onto Howard,
whose shaft stood straight up waiting for him.  Leaning forward slightly he
began riding Howard while Howard busily satisfied himself with the
dildo. Howard pushed and pulled, his body rising up and falling down. Rex
opened himself wider, his socked feet firmly planted on the bed on either
side of his playmate.

Howard quickened his pace and Rex felt him hit that sweet secret spot again
and again. Howard kept fucking, Rex kept riding and soon warm cum spewed
forth deep inside Rex; this inward gush of heat triggered Rex into yet
another orgasm. His whole body shuddered with the overwhelming feeling it
gave him.  The cum sprang out all over Howard's chest.  Howard ran his hand
over his shaved toned chest, feeling Rex's warm seed there, and this time
Rex licked it away, slowly dismounting Howard. His ass ached pleasantly now
and he was flat out exhausted.  The warm deposit trickled gently out of his
moist ass, one little drop at a time.

The two cuddled entwined upon the bed. Howard reached around Rex's middle
as they snuggled, his fingers found a moist ass bud. Howard let his fingers
rub the warm cum all around the tight hole.  Rex moaned gently. "That feels
so good. Your fingers playing with your cum on my hole. MMMMM, slip your
fingers in."

Howard did, one then two fingers slid in easily where he had just been. The
velvety moist canal yielding to his touch; Rex lifted his leg slightly and
his ass widened even more. Howard pushed deeper.

"Yes...stay there. Your fingers feel just right inside me." Rex whispered
in his ear.

The two closed their eyes and enjoying the afterglow.

BUT next-door, unknown to them...Madame Hilda sat glued to the screen of
the computer in Silas' little room. Watching the pair make love made her
sick, aroused but sick. She had let herself in with the key but had been
unheard.  The lovemaking had been so raucous that her movements went
unnoticed.

She watched as the nude smooth, swarthy Howard cuddled her Rex only clad in
his sexy long maroon socks.  She wanted to go in and pull them apart. But
she held back. Quietly, she switched off the screen and tip-toed on nylon
clad feet back down the stairs. She needed to make an entrance now, the
time was right. She hid her key in her small handbag, slipped her shoes
back on and moved out onto the doorstep. Shutting the door so it locked in
place, Rex would never know she had been in. She took a deep breath and
knocked loudly.  It took very little time for a robed, highly flushed Rex
to answer the door. Sex was written all over his face!

"Hilda!" Rex blurted out in a mix of surprise and lust.

"Sorry to come to your door so soon, we only parted a while ago but I
wanted to see you. Crazy me! But I just had to clear up a few things
between us. Is now a good time?" Hilda said resting her hand gently along
the wooden door frame.

"Umm, well, I sort of have a guest. He's upstairs having a quick freshen
up. He's a male personal groomer, stylist...beauty expert. He gave me a
home treatment. And we got a bit sweaty. He's done with me, so...sure, come
in. Sit in the living room. I'll just make sure he's all set to leave." Rex
said in a flurry of words that Hilda smiled politely at. She privately
thought he was a rather inventive liar.

Rex moved on his nimble socked toes up the stairs as Hilda shut the door
and eased her chubby body toward the now gloomy living room. She switched
on a table lamp and pulled the drapes shut for privacy. She heard water
running upstairs and knew Rex and the pesky intruder would be down
soon. She looked about the room and saw the discarded sunglasses lying on
the coffee table.

These glasses were very stylish and highly priced. They obviously belonged
to the unwanted guest; Hilda grabbed at them and whisked them into her
handbag.  They were just perfect to cast a spell on this man, if he needed!
She sat regally upon the couch and placed her handbag by her side for safe
keeping.

Meanwhile, Rex stood outside the small bedroom bathroom and watched Howard
dressing.

"Sorry to kick you out, we were enjoying the moment so much." Rex was
saying softly.

Howard briskly turned to him, "No worries. Sex, my sweetie, is sex. No
strings. I must confess though, you were a GREAT fuck. I'd love to do you
again or you me...or both! But honey, I'll call you. No strings, I am free
as a birdie." And with that Howard slid into his expensive shoes and
sauntered down the stairs.

Rex followed still in just his robe and socks, feeling ever so slightly
used. Turned on, but used none the less.  Howard spun to the left and moved
into the living room. He glanced about ignoring Hilda.

"My Italian sunglasses, where are they? I know I put them here." Howard
said as he lurched about looking here and there.  Hilda spoke. "Hello, I am
Hilda. And I don't think you did leave anything here. I can't see
any...sunglasses did you say?"

"Number one, I don't give a shit who you are. Number two, I did say
sunglasses. Good for you, at your age...at least you can hear. Damn, those
cost me a packet, I must have left them on the train coming here. Got to
go, and Rex...I will call you again. If this is your special lady, you'll
be needing me soon!" Howard said with his catty venomous tone echoing and
marched out closing the front door behind him.

"I am so sorry Hilda. He can be rude but I had no idea just how rude. You
didn't deserve that. We were having such a nice session and then, he
snapped...he became so harsh and crude. I felt a connection. Please pretend
you never heard of or saw Howard Prince!" Rex said apologetically as he sat
down in his cosy chair and placed his damp socked feet upon the footstool.

The older MILF sat looking sombre as she tucked her stocking clad legs up
under her on the couch having slipped off her shoes. Her black kimono-style
dress engulfed her chubby, round form but allowed Rex a good look at her
voluminous breasts that hung freely behind the shimmering fabric and were
near on display thanks to ample cleavage in the neckline.  Rex felt a
rising, an inner warming in his loins. The fact that he was always
turned-on these days seemed not bother him at all. Hilda watched Rex
staring at her. His green eyes roaming over her body and the increased
tenting in his robe all but too obvious...the "Craving Spell" was working
just not completely the way she liked. BUT it would have to do she thought
to herself.

"Rex, look at me. Really look at me," Hilda instructed.

Rex's roaming eyes met her dark, deep mystical eyes and they locked on
him...his eyes drawn into hers. She stared harder and he felt weak, drawn
and needy.

"Rex, speak to me. Tell what he knows about you, us. What was he up to,
this Howard Price?" Hilda said forcefully as her eyes blazed into Rex's
very being. Hilda being the wise and powerful sorceress she was could use
the "Craving Spell" even in its altered state. She could bend Rex's will to
hers, if and only if, he was in her presence. She could make him hers if
she had him alone and that meddlesome Barbara was not there to muddy the
waters.

"Hilda, I feel funny. I want to sleep. I must sleep." Rex moaned as he
swayed back and forth gently in his chair.

"No, Rex. Stay awake. I need you. I want you! Stay aroused for me...I am
your LOVER! Now focus on me. You want to please me, don't you?" Hilda asked
with a slightly pleading tone.  Rex's eyes blinked, his head turned
away. His hands shot to his face and covered his eyes.

"Hilda, stop. STOP! Of course, I want to please you and this is just all
too much. My sexual drive is crazy; wild...I am spinning out of control. I
just want to rest." Rex said as he raked his hands through his now tousled
reddish grey hair.

"Rex, sweet man, I want you to rest but I want to know what happened with
you and that Mr. Prince man. Why was he here?" Hilda said as she reached
forward and gently stroked his naked kneecap just about the long maroon
sock.

Rex looked back and met her eyes, her eyes soothed and stirred him. He
again felt consumed and drawn in deeper...mounting passion grew at his
crotch. His mind again became fuzzy and his body felt hot. Her eyes seemed
so dark, swirling and hypnotic. Rex did not believe in hypnosis but Hilda's
eyes seemed to control him. He wanted to fight but wanted to give in. His
cock grew rigid again and bounced beneath the robe material. Hilda knew she
was winning.

"What does he know Rex? Tell me all that happened." Hilda instructed as she
rubbed his knee lovingly.  Rex's will power dissolved. His tongue grew
free. "He saw me Friday. I went crazy at his salon just before I saw
you. All I could do was get to you. I threw a tantrum and nearly wrecked
the place. All for you!! I told him I was highly sexual and this passion
just came upon me because I needed you, Hilda."

"Does he know anything about me or Barbara?" Hilda asked searchingly.

"No. He only just met you as you could see and knows precious little
more. That's all, Hilda." Rex said flatly. He relaxed more and lay back
against the cushion of the chair but kept his eyes glued to hers.

"What did you two do today? Tell me all!" Hilda demanded.

"We had sex, lots of quick passionate sex. I felt very driven to let him
fuck me, bareback and all! I usually am more cautious but lately I have
been very careless. I was the same this weekend with..." Rex suddenly broke
off.

"What about this past weekend...with Boris and his wife and my friend, dear
Barbara? Tell me about that!" Hilda hissed as she now felt a roadblock
developing.

"NO. NO, Hilda. Barbara said..." and again Rex trailed off. His eyes misted
over.

"REX, tell me. What about Barbara?" Hilda now stopped rubbing his knee and
grabbed his leg with her sharp fingernails.

"Hilda, I must not say. Private places are private. Barbara is watching!"
Rex said as his eyes shut.

Hilda quickly let go of Rex's leg and sat bolt upright. She knew Barbara
was stronger than she magically but to put a block on Rex's mind and then
to convince him that she was watching him always. Hilda grew
angrier. Typical Barbara! She always wanted to control everybody around her
and now she had Rex. She used had Hilda's spell and twisted it to her
craven needs. Hilda's mind swam and she nearly screamed out.

"Rex, ignore her. Barbara does not love you. I do!" Hilda managed in a very
controlled tone.

Rex opened his eyes and looked at Hilda. His mind seemed clearer. "Hilda,
don't be silly. We are just friends and that's it. Barbara is also a friend
and I want to get to know her better, too. Can't we all play nicely?" Rex
added with a smile like his usual self and with that he gave his cock a
pleasing rub with his hand through the silky robe material.

Hilda winced inwardly. "Sure, Rex. Sorry I spoke of love. This past weekend
was so special to me and you know I'd be very happy to move our friendship
to a deeper level BUT I do understand your need to play. You are a
player. I won't stop you. And Barbara and her friends are all players,
indeed. I shall not stand in your way. In fact, remember Barbara will be
here tomorrow night at my place for after dinner drinks at around
eight. We'll talk more then with her, OK?" Hilda said in a way she hoped
sounded more optimistic than she really was.

Rex looked over at Hilda and felt his cock dancing. He liked her, LOTS! The
chubby busty crazy older lady from down the street had captured his heart,
not exclusively as Barbara had drilled into him during their wickedly
lustful session over the past weekend, and he wanted to be with her as a
playmate. A woman who was worth further explorations both inside and out!
The lustful feelings were very obvious to Hilda who watched Rex's uncut
tool nearly bounce out of his robe in full view.

Hilda stood, Rex watched. Her silky kimono intrigued and enticed.

Rex got off his chair and stretched his arms to embrace her but she took
his hand to stop him. She nibbled on his fingers and kissed the palm of his
hand. Slyly she used her other hand to undue his robe belt. She kissed him
on the lips as she slid the robe off of his shoulders and onto the
floor. Returning to his hand, her lips got busy again as her other hand
rubbed his naked back, up and down his spine.

Rex responded instinctively; he stroked her back with his fingers, trying
to be as light as a feather because he thought that would be the way she
liked it.

She was also busy, still running her hands all over his back, kissing his
rusty furred chest, teasing a nipple with her lips, and enjoying the scent
of him. All of the while she was pressed against him as tightly as
possible, his cock raging by her pussy. The fabric of her kimono was all
that kept them apart.

Gazing intently into his eyes, she took his hand and gently pulled him
towards the stairway with a murmured, "We have time, and Silas should not
be that quick."

Arms around each other they ascended the stairs. The near nude Rex and the
clothed Hilda; the pair looked like a fine art print as they move upward in
the low lit space.

Rex's mind stayed intent on worshipping this beautiful MILF who was gently
pulling him into his room and over to his big bed. His mind and body were
screaming at him that he wanted her. Rex wanted to hold her, to kiss her,
and to make love to her just like they had at Barbara's over and over that
first night.

Hilda gave him a gentle nudge to let him know she wanted him to sit down on
the bed. As he sat, she knelt down and began to massage his socked, moist
feet. Rex started to object but a softly hissed shhhhh stopped him. Hilda
picked up each foot, sniffed the socks and kissed each one, gently rubbing
her lips and fingers over the silky sock surface. She breathed in his
man-scent.

Rex was thrilled Hilda was so into his feet!  Now she slid each sock from
his large, sculptured feet...kissing the toes, licking each with her
skilled tongue. Enjoying the high arches, the manly curvature they gave to
each foot; her tongue toured those as Rex drank it all in.

Hilda now half-stood, pulled naked Rex to his feet, and resumed her
kneeling attitude.  Here she was finally able to fully gaze upon his naked
body. Visually examining him from top to bottom as she had before and she
was pleased as always. Here stands a handsome, virile stud that I adore,
and who will shortly be mine...at least until Barbara arrives tomorrow.

She reached out to his rock hard uncut man-tool and gently grasped it in
her hand.

How hard it was in her hand, as she kissed it softly. The cock-knob popping
out of the foreskin to greet her as her lips moved in. She immediately
released it knowing that anything more than a brief worship of this
beautiful uncut male tool would lead to disaster and she fully intended
that his release with her would be inside her waiting pussy! Having
secretly watched on the spy camera next-door orgasm after orgasm with
Howard, she was going to make sure she got at least one good load from him!

Rising, she stood before him in the stance of a provocative woman who wants
her man to disrobe her, worship her body, and make love to her.

Her message was as old as man and he received it in the same manner his
ancient ancestors had; by a telepathic understanding that she was as eager
to be his lover tonight as he wanted, desired, and needed to be hers.

Rex began to disrobe his playmate. He pulled the kimono up and over her
head, which exposed her beautiful, chubby body...her full swaying breasts
and erect nipples.

Kneeling he sat her on the bed and removed her shoes, kissing her nylon
clad feet and legs as he removed the shoes and laid them aside. He was
surprised at the erotic feeling he received by kissing her through her
nylons.

During her disrobing Hilda had also been busy. She stroked Rex wherever she
could reach, kissed him as she was able, all of the time cooing words of
love. She was totally enraptured with how gentle and attentive he was
being. Her Rex was a lover!

Rex, like Hilda before him was now able to examine her body completely
again. The passion at Barbara's was so quick and blinding but tonight, he
could take her all in.

Hilda, the wild and crazy neighbour lady, was so beautiful, so sexy and so
desirable for a woman of her mature years.

He looked at the large breasts and found their sag pleasing, and
arousing. He looked at her stiff nipples and the only thought was that he
had to kiss and worship them.  Next he turned his attentions to her trimmed
pussy. The labia were puffy and spread open, and the inner lips were pink
and mysterious.

He wanted to play with and worship all of her.

Her lover started to remove her nylons, but Hilda stopped him with her
hand.

She whispered to him. "Rex, I want you to enjoy the feeling of nylon
rubbing against your body as we make love."

Hilda sunk back to the bed, scooted herself up to place her head on the
pillows, spreading her legs as wide as she was able, and extending her
arms, invited her Rex to join her.

As she extended her invitation, Rex moved over her. She reached down,
grasped his raging tool and plunged it into her pussy. "Fuck me."

"Rex," Hilda countered, "Fuck me hard."

She wrapped her arms and legs about his body and urged him to do it.  As he
slid his cock into Hilda, he was amazed at the warmth, the wetness, and the
tightness of her pussy walls as they grasped him in sexual welcome. He
recalled the night at Barbara's and how much he loved Hilda's pussy!

Hilda for her part lay almost impassive as he entered her. She knew that if
she returned his advances as she most ardently desired, he'd come in a few
seconds and so she forced herself to lie passively and accept his manly
thrusts.

Surprisingly, when Rex felt that he was about to cum, he pulled almost
completely. His cock just outside of her cavern and stopped all
movement. Resting for a short period of time, he found that he'd recovered
control of his body. Pressing on, he once again thrust his tool in and out
of this warm nest of love.

Finally, the inevitable happened. His state of arousal had reached its
glorious peak and he'd lost all control over his ability to rule his
body. With one final plunge, he exploded. After all his fucking with
Howard, it was amazing he could cum at all!

Hilda loved Rex's ability to control his body for so long. BUT as he
struggled for control near the end, she found her own arousal rising to a
new and higher level. When Rex could no longer help himself, she'd become
so aroused as the feeling of his ejaculation into her body pushed her over
the edge and she found herself exploding in a series of glorious orgasms
from this warming discharge of man-seed.

When his penis began its return to normal size and slipped out of her
pussy, their mingled juices began to drain from Hilda and run down her fat
thighs to the duvet cover to form a little puddle.

Rex now rolled off her large body and over to her left, she turned slightly
to face him. She was now lying on her left side and he was on his
right. Not much was said for awhile as they enjoyed the afterglow, but
their hands and lips were busy. They simply couldn't leave each other
alone. Her hands stroked him and her lips lazily sought and kissed the
various parts of his body that she could reach without moving her weighty
body. His hands and lips were gently returning the treat.  Hilda knew the
whole event was being secretly recorded and this turned her own
exceedingly.

Rex reached around her to caress her big, fleshy ass. This was always an
erotic adventure. Her buttocks were as soft as her breasts only with a
different, but also very pleasurable feel, and she seemed to like his touch
as she snuggled a little closer to him so that he could explore some more.

Reaching down she put her hand around his cock and felt it start to harden
again.

Moving her hands down, she lifted her flabby breasts off of the sheet and
held them up.  She gently teased him by asking him when he would really
spend some time on these.

Rex smiled and reached over to replace her hands with his, and promptly
began to stroke and gently manipulate them. Holding those beautiful mounds
of flesh in his hands, he lowered his face to one breast, engulfed a nipple
with his mouth and began to suckle...slow and steady.

The feeling was so exquisite; Hilda grabbed the back of Rex's head and
tried to smother him as she pulled his head into her breasts. After he'd
sucked, squeezed, pulled, and caressed her one breast for a few minutes she
reminded him that she had another to enjoy. Rex once again took the little
hint and shifted his attention to the other juicy breast.

Hilda suggested that he could now step it up a notch, squeeze her breasts a
little harder and perhaps pull and stretch them a wee bit. She also told
him that if he were to place his lips on her nipple and bite down just
so...well, he'd be amazed at the results.

While Rex worked her tits, Hilda jacked Rex's man-rod for a few seconds to
gauge his state of arousal. When she felt Rex's cock after about 20 minutes
of his worship of her breasts and found it to be raging hard, dripping
pre-cum, she knew that now was the time

Removing one of Rex's hands from her breast, she slid it down to her
cunt. Moving her chubby leg to give him access, she pushed his two fingers
into her moist pussy and asked him to push them into her. Rex was only too
happy to comply. He proceeded to move his fingers in and out for a few
minutes and was rewarded by an increase of her juices and a soft moaning
from Hilda's lips. She urged Rex to push them all of the way inside her and
wiggle them around on the inner walls of her pussy and at the same time to
rub his thumb all around on her throbbing clitoris.

Hilda moved his hands and mouth from her breasts and pussy, forcefully
rolled him on his back and proceeded to mount him.

As she thrust herself onto his uncut cock, she wickedly remarked, "Fuck me
Rex!!  Fuck me like Howard fucked you!"

Hilda pushed herself down until Rex's tool was completely and happily
buried to the hilt. Pulling herself back she pulled herself almost all the
way off that beautiful piece of manhood. She then slammed it back into her
until it was again as deep as it would go. Hilda now started swinging her
hips around so that his cock was sliding off different walls inside her
warm cunt. After a few seconds of this, she suddenly stopped all movement
to look down at Rex and gauge his state of arousal.

He was definitely aroused but it looked like he was good for awhile yet she
took it slow and gentle...she gave him a chance to calm down. She then
pulled herself back until only the head of his cock was inside her and then
she stopped. Leaning forward she placed a hand under his head and lifted it
to her dangling breast. With her other hand she took the dangling breast
and placed the nipple in his mouth. "You did such a wonderful job on my
breasts before, I think you better repeat it!" she demanded.

Rex worked her big tits using his mouth, hands, and teeth! She gasped and
moaned loudly.

With that Hilda pushed part of his cock back inside her and began to move
her hips slowly forward and backward. A few of these moves and she pushed
that hot, hard man-meat all of the way inside of her and started the
forward and backward moves again.

Rex, in his aroused state seemed to remember Hilda saying something about
how erotic the feeling of her sexy nylons would be and as she slid back and
forth he definitely agreed with her.

By now Hilda was starting to approach the crest of her orgasm and all hell
broke loose. She started moving up and down, back and forth, and swinging
her hips at a furious pace. Her breath was ragged and she was screaming at
Rex to pull her tits as hard as he could and to bite the damn nipples off.

Her body was shaking when she came, but she didn't slow down, as Rex had
shown that he wasn't quite ready, she kept going as she might have a few
more.

Hilda was building up for another wave of orgasm when she felt the first
indication that Rex was fast approaching his own orgasm. The thought of
bringing them off together really thrilled her and she became a blur of
motion.


Hilda began to wail and scream and she started to come as soon as she felt
Rex beginning to erupt inside her. This drove her to an even higher place
which produced another shattering orgasm.

She finally fell over on Rex's manly chest so exhausted and drained that
all she could do was try to catch her breath as she pushed against Rex,
trying to capture his magnificent man-rod and keep it inside her as long as
possible.  Rex lay, stroking the spent Hilda's arm and feeling worn
out. Having had so much sex, first Howard and now Hilda, was really a manly
workout!  Hilda moved off Rex, his long cock covered in juices lay atop his
tummy like a beached, foreskin clad whale. Moving down, she used her mouth
and licked his long shaft and all around his sensitive, slightly exposed
knob...cleaning, tasting and enjoying.

"I like the taste of us, all our juices mingled together. I could lick and
lick!" Hilda cooed from his crotch. Rex giggled; her mouth tickled his
overly sensitive cock-knob.

Hilda moved down between his strong cycler's thighs, her nose nuzzling his
furry ball-sack which now began to relax. Her mouth pushed its way to his
warm, moist ass crack.

"Stop, I am not really fit down there for a guest. I did not have a chance
to wash after Howard and..." Rex was cut short.  Hilda groaned, "I want to
taste your hot ass, Howard's seed needs to be sampled!"

Rex found this odd but he obediently raised his legs, holding them in place
with his hands behind his knees...his furry man-ass wide open now. His bare
feet now waving gently as Hilda aggressively tongued his rosebud, deeper
and deeper. She probed, pulling his ass cheeks wider with her fingers and
found traces of Howard...his spewed man-seed lounging in Rex's ass
cavity. She sucked it in. She absorbed the essence that was Howard Prince.


The feel of Hilda down there, sucking, nibbling, and drinking made Rex
giddy and his cock pleasantly grew just a bit. He was still exhausted but
he found this very soothing and decadent. His ass being cleaned by MILF
Hilda! He relaxed into it and let his warm bare feet rest on her chubby
shoulders. His eyes closed and he began to drift into a sweet, erotic
sleep.







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The soft knock sounded so innocent. Collin, having slowly unpacked and only
just finished arranging his few possessions neatly in his new small room at
Rolf's, barely heard it. The house was spacious and Collin assumed Rolf
would see to it. The knock came again and Rolf was nowhere in sight. Collin
felt strange and a bit spooked. The change of accommodations and the sudden
departure without even seeing his Uncle Rex was all too much. His feet clad
in worn, thin dark green socks made their way down the stairs and to the
large front door.

He called out to Rolf in the growing gloom, no response came forth. Collin
moved to the door and undid the latch. The street lamp outside illuminated
the shadowy figure before him; the skeletal face and the body, thin and
dressed all in black was a sight that made Collin instantly afraid.

"Hello, Collin. I see you have made yourself at home. How perfect!" Silas
hissed as he stood in the doorframe. Collin looked meek and simple as he
stood before Silas. The casual trousers and plaid shirt made him look the
part of a geek, perfect purred Silas to himself.

"Silas. I think you better come back tomorrow. Rolf's not here. I'll tell
him you came by." Collin nervously said and he attempted to shut the door.
Silas smiled broadly. "Tut, tut, Collin....mind your manners! I shall come
in anyway!"

Silas eased in and pushed the door closed behind himself.

Collin backed fearfully into the sitting room, the dark room swallowed him.
The street lamp lit the room just enough for Collin to see his way to the
floor lamp in the corner. He reached for the switch and tried to switch it
on.

"No need for light. I prefer the dark! Sit down on the sofa now!" Silas
ordered as he moved into the room as if he owned the house.  Collin
nervously sat on the sofa in the gloomy room and waited as Silas moved to
one large arm chair nearby.

"My Uncle Rex, is he alright? Has he understood why I left?" Collin
muttered quietly, unsteadily.

"Your uncle sent me to check on you. Told me not to tell you he sent me,
but I think you should know. He does care about you, for now at
least. Mistress Hilda's spell will erode that in time...have no
fear. You'll be forgotten before Christmas! And as you guessed, Rolf too
has been compromised mentally....my Mistress has worked her charms on him,
too. So buddy boy, keep your eyes open...don't think you can sneak back to
your uncle and shake him out of his spell-worked bubble...if you even try,
well...Rolf may have to deal with you!" Silas laughed deeply, his skeletal
form shaking violently in the chair as Collin looked on in horror.

Silas fumbled with his shoes and soon produced his two large bony feet clad
in his sweaty sheer socks, socks he had put on to impress Rex earlier. He
next placed his feet atop the small mahogany coffee table in front of his
chair.

Collin noted the socks in the gloomy room, they smelled spicy and
moist...acrid. He wondered what Silas wanted and why was he making himself
so at home.

"Your uncle is a sexy guy. You know it and I know it. Mistress is probably
there now...and some poofy guy was around as well when I left. Your uncle's
ass is always open! I was watching him fuck himself using a dildo on the
spy cam a few hours ago, neat idea by the way. I am loving that old room of
yours. I got all hot and bothered but got no personal pleasure...my cock
needs...release. You can start with massaging my feet, slave!" Silas barked
as he pointed towards his wiggling socked toes.

Collin felt trapped and alone. Where had Rolf gone he wondered privately.
But Rolf was not really Rolf...everyone seemed to be under some evil
magical spell of Hilda's. He decided to just play along...why not? He
slowly stood up and moved to the edge of the table.

Collin looked down at Silas' sheer socked feet, now completely unable to
tear his eyes away from the strangely beautiful sight. He could feel the
blood starting to pump to his manhood. Not wanting to get a raging erection
immediately, Collin slightly shifted in his spot, creating a little
distance so that his bulge did not look too obvious. As soon as he shifted
though, Silas crossed his left leg over his right one and began rubbing his
socked feet together at a steady rhythm. Collin's cheeks began to burn a
shade of red as he stared on completely hypnotized by his nemesis' aromatic
feet. His mind quickly was brought back to reality though, when he felt his
cock straining against the fabric of his trousers. This did not go
unnoticed by the Silas!

"Rub, kneel down and rub!" Silas demanded in a haughty tone.  Collin
obeyed. He knelt, moved forward and grasped the two bony socked feet in his
shaking hands. The coolness was unnerving. Collin was amazed that such
aromatic feet could be so chilled...almost too cold.  Silas moved back in
the chair and let Collin work his fingers all up and down his silky
material clad feet from toes to heel. Collin was not very good at it but he
had time to improve...a lifetime!

"Sniff and nuzzle my feet, slave!" Silas ordered. Collin moved his face
down and took long, deep whiffs of the sole and toe areas of each of Silas'
lanky feet. The smell made Collin's head spin and he felt very light
headed. Without any hesitation he began to suckle the toes, gently but with
passion. The taste was damp, sweaty...salty. The suckling along with steady
massaging was highly pleasing to Silas as he gazed down upon his new slave.

"Looks like you are enjoying it, slave," Silas chuckled. "Maybe now, you
can see why you should respect me and my superior position."  In his
helpless state, Collin was powerless to stop Silas from reaching down and
grabbing his thin shoulders and pulling him forward. Eventually the two
were leaning against each other, their foreheads touching as Silas held him
up by the shoulders with two, strong, firm hands. Collin was dangerously
close to this cat-like man now, wreathed completely in black, and the
strong smell of the his strange, cold breath. Where else was there to look
but straight ahead? Straight into those strange eyes!

"Noo...musn't...look..." Collin's weak voice whimpered... trailing off into
nothingness as Silas spoke.

"Now then, let's try this again, slave," Silas' deep voice reverberated as
though it was coming from everywhere, echoing at the back of his
skull. Once again Collin found himself being drawn into those beautiful,
yet very scary eyes. Those deep voids looked even more inviting now, if
that were possible. This time he let them take over him. He allowed the dim
light to fade from the room and along with it, his cares and worries.

"That's it, sweet slave, surrender. You'll find this all the more enjoyable
if you do. You loved every second of that first violent encounter back in
your uncle's house, and you'll love everything else I'm going to do to you
tonight. So just relax, and forget how to think for a while. Trust in me."

Silas' voice flowed through Collin's veins like warm honey. What would have
sounded like a preposterous notion a few minutes ago was now looking
feeling so right. Something about the young man's aura of dominance, his
sheer presence made Collin feel like his own will, his very thoughts were
melting like hot butter, and he went with it. He had never felt so much
faith in anything or anyone before.


Zombie-like Rolf unlocked the front door and trundled inside. He
mechanically shut the door behind him and carried the sack of groceries
into the living room area and just as he was about to enter the kitchen, he
stopped short and stood staring. He saw Collin and Silas head to head in
the chair near the coffee table. Silas and Collin locked eye to eye in a
strange almost private moment.

The scene did not disturb or excite Rolf. His emotions numbed and modified
by Hilda's dark magic. His feelings of care and concern for Collin were now
driven only by Hilda's instructions to keep Collin away from and Rex...and
nothing else mattered. Collin was just a pawn for Hilda and Rolf only
wanted to please her. Seeing Silas in his home with this troublesome young
man meant nothing...nothing at all!

Collin did not even hear or see the new arrival. Silas ignored him. Rolf
moved quietly into the kitchen and vanished.

"Trust me." Again, Silas' voice echoed at the back of his mind, solidifying
its imprint there.

"Submit." Collin began to feel his eyelids droop, the world around him
blackening out as though he was falling into the void. And still he felt no
alarm. It felt like falling backwards into those strong, skeletal
arms. When his eyes did finally close, his breathing now shallow and slowed
to a murmur, he still saw those eyes in his mind, still heard that
deliciously eerie voice repeating, "Trust in me," echoing within the walls
of his subconscious.

"Good boy." Silas purred.

He felt Silas lift him up then so that they were both standing. He felt his
face pressed against Silas' chest as the stronger young man wrapped him up
in a tight, cold embrace, drowning him in the slightly dank, musky scent of
his bony form. Collin felt himself shudder involuntarily as a cool steady
hand stroked his back in a soothing motion.

"Surrender."

He would've melted if he could, dissolve into the other man's flesh and
bones. His cheek pressed against firm chest bones, he felt the echoes now
accompanied by the steady, comforting rhythm of the man's heartbeat.

"Obey."

There was something hypnotic about that sound. The steady thumping sound of
the man's heart. Like his physical form, it somehow felt like it was
dwarfing his own, taking command and taming it. Perhaps it was his
imagination, but it felt like his own racing heart was beginning to slow
down, beating in perfect sync with Silas'.

The only heat was coming from his groin, and Silas ground into him
slightly, there was no mistake as to what that firm bulge pressing against
his own was. The delightful friction was good. Comforting even. Although it
was nothing compared to the hand that reached in between their joined
bodies, forcing its way past the waistband of Collin's trousers towards the
prize they held within. Large, skilled fingers curled around their prize,
pressed in even more delightfully by the tight confines of Collin's
underwear. Silas said nothing, but by the firm, confident manner in which
he held on to his throbbing cock, it was clear that what he was clearly
saying was `MINE NOW'.

Collin moaned blissfully. Too enraptured by the feel of another man's hand
on his groin that he allowed Silas' other hand to grab his, guiding his
smaller hand towards the waistband of his trousers and Silas was now
grinning down upon his very willing conquest. Collin allowed the hand to
guide him in. As he reached his goal, his fingers instinctively coiled
around Silas' own uncut cock, surprised by its size and wildly pulsating
heat. It was almost as though he could feel the veins throbbing underneath
that delicious, warm, flesh. Moist, damp, warm. It felt like his hand
belonged there.

As the embrace slackened, Collin found himself sinking to his knees. Almost
regretfully he felt Silas' hand withdraw as his did, but was almost
instantly rewarded for what awaited him as he knelt. A guiding hand on his
chin, tilting his face upwards to see the oddly handsome face of his new
master stilled his beating heart as the other man slowly undid his fly,
almost ceremoniously letting his black trousers drop to reveal a bulging
piece of man-flesh trapped in the confines of tight, briefs.

"Take it, Collin. Seize your future as my slave."

His hands gingerly reached up, peeling the tight briefs off carefully as
the prize bobbed free, looking downward on his now eager face. It was as
perfect as he'd imagined it to be. Inches of glorious uncut man flesh,
stared down upon him, a drop of pre-cum oozing tantalizingly from its
tip. Slowly, apprehensively, he touched the tip to his tongue, and somehow
it felt like everything would fall into place perfectly from there. It was
as though the explosion of flavour that mere drop had put on his tongue had
demolished the final barriers in his mind, coiling him up even further in
the heat of the moment. His soft lips curled around the throbbing member,
he took in Silas' cock delighting himself with the full taste of
submission.  He drank it all up. The feel of Silas' hand on the back of his
head. The smooth, tasty smelling musk wafting from the pubic hair. The
texture of his skin trailing his tongue and touching the back of his
throat. He didn't want it to stop. He lapped at it hungrily as though his
life depended on it, loving every moment.

"Stop, there will be time for that later. For now, I need a better look at
my new prize. Get up." Silas ordered in a short bark.

Collin did as he was told, slowly unbuttoning his plaid shirt as he did. He
took a soft whiff from it before he discarded it. It smelled of the mixed
scent from both Silas and him. Moist, musky...just like those wonderful
sheer socks. As he took off the rest of his clothing, he watched his
master's face adoringly, delighting in the look of approval his master gave
him when his own cock finally bobbed free. He was just about to strip off
his final sock when Silas spoke again.  "Give me that dark green sock. I
want it!"

Collin now nude, slipped off the last remaining sock and handed it over to
Silas' bony clutching fingers.

Silas pushed the thin sock up to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"MMMMM....nice. The scent of you, my slave!"

Silas kicked off his fallen trousers and underwear and strode about in his
shirt and long, sheer socks...his uncut tool bouncing in near full erectile
lust.

Rolf moved in from the kitchen and saw nude Collin, who stood in the middle
of the room looking eager and ready to please.

Silas turned to Rolf.

"Rolf, you are back. I thought you entered while I was training my new
slave. What did you buy? I assume you shopped. Tell me."

"Nothing much. Some vegetable and some bread. A bottle of wine." Rolf
answered in a rather distant tone.

"Vegetables....carrots by any chance?" Silas asked with glee.

"Yes, one bunch. Would you like me to cook them?" Rolf responded
automatically.

"NO...bring me one! Collin wants a carrot...a nice fat carrot....for his
tight slave ass!" Silas laughed as he sat back down in the comfy chair and
propped his sheer socked feet up once again on the coffee table.

"Slave, lay back on the couch...face me...spread wide, raise those feet
up. Let me see your ass bud!" Silas instructed and Collin obeyed without
hesitation.

The couch was generous and he leaned right back and raised his legs high
with his hands holding them in place, his ass lightly furred, lay
open...ready. His pink asshole winked playfully toward his new master.

"That's it! Now let's get a carrot up your man-hole...I love a good show,
just like Uncle Rex gave me today!"

Rolf walked in with a long, thick orange carrot. He had lopped off the
green leafy top and washed it until it glowed bright and clean.

"Good, suck it...make it all slimy with spit!" Silas intoned.  Rolf obeyed
and the Nordic bear began to suck the carrot like a cock, spit lathering it
all over the thin end.

"Now...shove it in Collin's ass and leave it there!" Silas barked as he
grabbed his own growing uncut cock and began to massage it. The foreskin
tight from phimosis barely budging with each tug.

Collin breathed in as Rolf bent forward and pushed the carrot deep into his
ass cavity; pushing past the muscular rings and moving near his sensitive
prostate. The squelch of his ass juices tickled Silas' ears like music.

"Ahhhhhh, mmmmmmm!" Collin exhaled as the carrot sat, deep and firm within.

Rolf moved away and stood behind Silas' chair awaiting further
orders. Silas looked at spectacle eyed Collin as he lay sprawled back with
his thin legs up, pink bare feet waving, and ass carrot filled. Those eyes
all misty and smitten with love for his new master made Silas feel
especially devious and malevolent. He still hated Collin and loved being
able to use him in any and every way. Collin had completely lost his will
to fight back...thanks to all sorts of dark secrets Silas had learned while
under Mistress Hilda's tutelage. The combined blow of losing Uncle Rex to
Hilda and the onslaught of his own magical mind controlling ways had turned
Collin to ultra accommodating putty in his bony, evil hands!

"Slave, tell me whom you serve?" Silas asked quietly.

"I serve you, Silas. I am yours!" Collin said passionately as if this was
his lifelong dream...to be Silas' lover.

"Rolf, does this upset you? To see your new roommate spread wide and giving
me an ass show?" Silas said bluntly to the older man looming in the corner
behind him.

"No, I have no real feelings for this slave of yours...only Mistress
Hilda. She is my focus. I serve her and she only said watch out for him and
keep him away from her chosen, Rex!" Rolf answered from his muddled depths.
Silas gave a slow cold, wicked grin. "Good, Rolf. Do you like carrots? I
dearly hope so, now go and eat that one in Collin's ass...gobble every inch
and then...devour his juicy hole!"

"As you wish", Rolf replied in a very blasé tone and moved over and down
before Collin's spread legs.

Silas watched eagerly and listened to the crunching sounds as the carrot
soon vanished, inch by inch with each bite. Collin's low whimpering reached
a crescendo as the last bit of carrot vanished from his puckered hole and
Rolf began to enjoy his tender ass bud. Licking, tasting,
nibbling...sniffing.  Collin's feet wildly flailed in the air as Rolf
rimmed madly away...all for Silas' pure viewing pleasure.

"Yes, yes! So HOT! Eat him, deeper, DEEPER! YESSSSS!" Silas groaned loudly
as he drank it all in.

"Do you like it, Collin?" Silas crooned.

"Oh, yes Silas! Yes!" Collin chimed out.

"Rolf, carry Collin to your bedroom and lay him on the bed. Strip out of
your clothing and lay beside him. Prepare to serve me and all I say tonight
and any night I so choose!" Silas intoned in a dark husky whisper.


Rolf lifted the nude Collin high up off the couch and moved silently up the
stairs. Collin rested limply in the strong man's arms, his eyes shut and
moaning softly...complying fully with all Silas wished.




Silas followed slowly and wore a menacing grin as he mounted the stairs.









Much more to Come!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





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