Cast a Sexy Spell

I love my body. From my long red hair that drapes over my shoulders to my firm breasts to my slender arms, legs to my round ass. Most of all I love my cock. Yes, I have a cock. It swings between my legs at around 5 inches when not in use and stands proudly at eight and a half when hard. And when I'm about to cum, it surges another half inch. But as much as I love my cock, I like to use it. Mmmm, give me something tight and wet. Be it mouth, pussy or ass, I love to fill it up and then fill it with my hot cum. By the way, have I mentioned that I'm a witch? Not that Wiccan stuff, though they do have some interesting ideas and though I do enjoy riding a long pole every now and then, I do not ride a broom. My powers are of a sexual nature. I'll begin...

I had just moved to Virginia and posted some sexy pics to my profile which got me a whole lot of attention. What can I say, I like it. Some were plain. Some were sexy. One had a cock bigger than mine and he said he was a bottom. There was another from this sweet young thing in Alaska that I would just love to take under my wing and teach her the arts of my sexcraft. Then there was Jisa61. Jisa was a cross dresser who wanted to meet a transgendered for erotic chat and possibly more. Well, we got together online to do a little chatting. After several hot and sticky chat sessions, he confessed that he would do anything to become a woman but things kept going badly. You get the idea?

Well, like I said I do have power so one night the moon was full and all the signs pointed to yes in the ether. So, I cleared my schedule and gathered some supplies. I contacted Jisa and told him I would be over and he should get ready for a night he would never forget.

I reached his house and when he answered to door, I nearly came in my leather panties. He was six feet (my height) and wearing this lovely yellow and pink sundress with white nylons. He had this lovely jet black wig and his makeup was perfect. He actually blushed when he saw me. I could see through his sundress that things were getting uncomfortable. I dropped my supply bag and closed the distance with one step. Before he could say anything, I had my mouth on his and his cock in my hand. Our tongues did their dance and as I jacked him off, he sucked my tongue like he was sucking a tiny cock.