Forewarned

Oh, Christ, Westoby thought to himself, Riley was playing along. He was pretending to be him, slagging off Helena. This went beyond sick.

He watched transfixed as Alice removed her camisole and straddled Riley's lap.

She sat down hard, impaling herself on the cock below her.

"Westoby, how does that feel?" She sighed.

"Alice, this is so fucking hot. Kinky, but hot!" Riley growled.

"Is my pussy good and wet?" Alice asked.

"Hell, yeah..." Riley cried as Alice began to swivel her hips on his pole.

"I can feel you filling completely. You're so big." Alice cried, mashing her tits into his face.

The traitorous voice in Westoby's subconscious piped up, telling him that Riley's average sized cock was no match for his own big one. Wait until Alice got to experience the real him...

Westoby recoiled at the thought but his cock got hard in his hand.

When had he got it out? He was shocked to realize that he had no clue.

He caught movement out of the corner of his eye and his eyes flicked up from his stiffy.

Riley had flipped Alice so that he rested on top of her. His cock still penetrated her but was motionless. He was tonguing and pinching her oversized nipples like they were the only sustenance he was ever going to need.

"They've got to be twice as big as Helena's, at least!" Riley said in wonderment.

Westoby nodded, to nobody but himself.

Riley was humping Alice hard now. Alice's tits shuddered tectonically with each thrust.

"Westoby." She howled as Riley added some clitoral play in the mix. "Westoby."

"Alice..." Riley smiled.

"Westoby...oh....Westoby...fuck me." She sobbed and wailed, "...harder...yeah....Westobyyyyy...uh...uh."

Westoby and Alice came simultaneously, though blocks apart.

Riley came moments later.

Westoby swallowed hard and opened his eyes.

His hand dribbled cum onto his keyboard as he reached over to turn off his p.c.

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"Riley, I know that you had sex with Alice." Westoby expelled with force.

It was the day after the hot session the night before.

"So what? I'm free to fuck who I please." Riley defended himself.

"What about Lydia? I thought things were getting pretty serious!" Westoby countered, mentioning Riley's girlfriend.

"Too serious and not fun...Alice is all fun, ergo Lydia had to go!" Riley replied.

"She's a crazy lady. She filmed the two of you last night!" Westoby yelled.

"Ho ho ho." Riley chortled with a jeer.

"You think it's funny?!"

"What do you want me to do? Cry? I'm not going to be guilt ridden about fucking Alice, and neither will you..." Riley retorted mischievously.

"What? I'm not going to sleep with Alice. You arsehole." Westoby whistled through his teeth.

"You will and you'll beg for more." Riley said.

Westoby had already been looking at his friend in a completely different light and now he thought that Riley looked as if his speech was being dubbed or something.

"Those are Alice's words. What is she...?" Westoby broke off horrified.

"You'll give in and fuck her Westoby. Only then will you understand..." Riley said prophetically.

"Go fuck yourself Riley. I hope you don't live to regret this." Westoby called over his shoulder as he stormed out of his former mate's apartment.

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Westoby lounged in the kitchen, feeling low. He had never felt so persecuted as this.

His adopted country no longer felt like the home that it had once been.

People he had trusted had revealed dark recesses behind their facades and his own mental equilibrium was unsettled.

He felt like fleeing this town and retreating to the familiar soil of Blighty. All he needed was Helena to agree to come with him and he'd be off like a shot.

He shut his eyes and rested his head in his hands.

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Helena came in.

She saw that her husband was troubled and embraced him. Though initially reluctant, Westoby told her about Alice and Riley, excluding only his physical response to what he had seen.

"How about a massage to help shoo the blue away?" Helena proffered.

Westoby nodded and was soon lying on towels on the living room carpet, wearing only his boxers.

Helene knelt at his side and poured some aromatic oils on to his tired back.

Her touch was magic. Each caress pushed Westoby from reality and his woes.

She began to hum as she worked.

Westoby couldn't believe how lucky he was to have a gorgeous loving wife like Helena. Nothing anyone could do would put his marriage in jeopardy.

Reassured by Helena's touch and his affirmation of his love Westoby shut his eyes.

One delicate feminine hand delved passed his waistband and gave an ass cheek a squeeze. It slid further down, between his legs to tickle his balls.

The woman above him began to sing Eartha Kitt's I Want To Be Evil as his cock got stiff and he began to rub himself against the shag pile.

Gentle fingers removed his underwear and tender lips kissed each buttock.

A light shove in his ribs prompted Westoby to turn over on his back, which he did.

He felt strong legs straddle his waist.

He opened his eyes and saw the woman was Alice.

"Where's Helena?" Westoby choked, his eyes flicking around the room.

"She's gone. She wants me to have you now." Alice informed him. "This feels right, doesn't it?"

"Yeah..." He replied as Alice massaged his chest and ground her crotch against his. "Helena really left...?" He asked disbelievingly.

"Absolutely! Aren't you glad?" Alice queried.

"Confused..." Westoby sighed. His mind was opaque and cloudy, like he was inebriated.

"She wanted you to be happy. Am I making you happy, Westoby?" She crooned.

"....Yes?..." Westoby replied, unable to answer the simplest question with certainty now.

"Good." Alice rewarded him with a sloppy kiss.

She reached between their bodies and took hold of his straining member.

"Oh, oh, uh..." Westoby keened as she thrust her pelvis down and began to ride him.

Her right hand cupped the back of his neck and raised his head to her enormous tits.

"I've never...had tits like these before." Westoby admitted in the between the licks and bites that Alice encouraged.

"Would you like to cum over my tits?" Alice suggested slowly. Westoby's eyes lit up with glee and Alice smiled as he spun her so that he was on top.

He held her arms above her head and thrust into her steaming twat for a few more minutes but his mind was on the prize the whole time.

"I'm going to cover you in my cum. That's what you want, isn't it? Westoby grunted.

"Make me cum first, then you can spunk every drop of your seed over my face and tits..." Alice bargained.

Westoby stopped his hips' motion and pretended to consider the deal.

Alice wailed her impatience and Westoby laughed coldly.

He played with her fuck button mercilessly.

She came, bellowing hard.

Now she had cum, he extracted himself. He crawled upon his hands and knees so that his crotch was above her sweaty face.

She was watching eagerly as he jerked off in her face.

"Mark me as yours. Cover me with cum and prove that you possess me." She breathed from below him.

He looked her straight in the eyes and held her gaze as he shot load after load over her lips, cheeks and eyes.

He rolled off her, spent.

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In a few minutes he had caught his breath and looked at Alice.

She was gone.

She hadn't left; she'd disappeared. There was no trace that she had ever been there, or Helena for that matter.

All that remained was his cum stained carpet.

Westoby reeled. He had just dreamed about fucking Alice! No...dream wasn't the right word...hallucination? Westoby had the strangest sensation that the hallucination had been imposed on him; something he had been subjected too, external somehow.

The room was spinning and he felt nauseous enough to run to the bathroom.

He looked at his watch. Helena would be home soon so he cleared up his mess and poured himself a scotch.

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The next morning Westoby told Helena that he was sick and not going into work.

Helena offered to stay with him but Westoby declined. The sight of his wife exacerbated his guilty heart.

As she left for work she gave him a concerned kiss and told him to call her if he needed anything. This tortured Westoby.

He sat in his robe all morning. He felt vacant and numb. He wasn't attracted to Alice so why was his cock twitching and yearning at every thought of her?

He wondered what madness felt like.

Eventually he decided that, whatever his subconscious might be up to, he could not believe that he would ever consciously sleep with Alice.

He twisted his wedding ring around his finger and drew comfort from it.

She was an evil slut but would never get him to cheat.

Thus consoled and resolved he decided to get dressed.

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As he was fixing himself some lunch the doorbell rang.

He answered the door and a girl pushed her way in.

It took a moment to recognise the young woman as the one he had knocked over in the street.

She dressed in a pair of tartan dungarees and wore a ruby tiara.

"You can't just barge in here!" He shouted.

"Westoby, I'm here to help you." Low said, smiling.

"Oh, really?" Westoby said snidely, "Help with what?"

"You're going to have sex with a witch...if you haven't already..." Low informed him.

"Alice may be a lot of things but she isn't a witch!" Westoby cried incredulously.

"Is Alice her name? That's useful...Oh she is a witch. A real one with magic and everything..." She replied as she sucked her thumb.

"How did you find me? What do you really want?" Westoby yelled.

"I told you what I want; to help you. It wasn't easy finding you by the way...scrying didn't work for some reason so... I had to consult the spirits for guidance. Even they prove unusually reticent." Low explained. "What's Alice's last name?"

"Look. I'm really sorry I knocked you over a couple of weeks ago but I don't think you should have come here." Westoby said, taking her by the arm and leading her to the door.

"Hey! Let go of me!" Low called out. " Alice knows that you're going to fuck her and she's told you that. I know you don't believe her but it's true."

"Goodbye." Westoby said as he ejected her from his house and shut the door.

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Low sat in her beat-up camper van and hit the dashboard.

"Dammit! I'm bloody Cassandra too!" She yelled to herself with frustration.

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Westoby paced round his house, his temper riled and furious. Did every accursed person in this town think he was an adulterer in waiting?!

He knew he wasn't and that should be enough.

This whole situation seemed divorced from reality.

An inkling of what to do next entered his head, from nowhere. He should go and see Alice. They hadn't spoken since the disastrous dinner a few weeks ago but she was the person he needed to see....

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"Hello Westoby. What a pleasant surprise!" Alice beamed.

"Alice. I need to talk to you. Why are you doing this to me?!"

"You aren't having fun? I am." Alice giggled. "Surrender would be a much more enjoyable experience, don't you think?"

"If I slept with you my marriage would be over, my life in ruins!" Westoby protested, his eyes brimming with moisture.

"Poor Westoby, are you seriously considering the proposition now? You are, aren't you?!" Alice smirked.

"Everyone's been saying that it's going to happen...maybe I ..." He said, shaking his head with resignation. "But you'd tell Helena and I don't want to hurt her..." He croaked, in pain. "I don't know where my thoughts are coming from...they feel alien to me..."

"What if I freed you from responsibility in this matter? I can force you to fuck me and absolve you of any wrongdoing."

"How? Witchcraft? I'm not buying that one!" Westoby scoffed.

Alice tilted her head to one side and fixed Westoby with a steely look.

"Where did you get that idea?" She demanded.

"A crazy kid from the street. It's not true, is it?!" He laughed, falteringly.

"Actually it is," She replied plainly. "I'm using it to manipulate you, to mould you into the man I want you to be. It brought you here..." She smiled hungrily.

"It was a mistake to come here to reason with you; you've kissed sanity on the cheek and waved goodbye!" Westoby hollered.

He turned on his heels and began towards the door.

"Wait!" Alice commanded. Westoby turned as she held out something to him.

He snatched the crumpled pages from her and glanced at them. It was a word for word transcript of his sexual dream the night before.

"........" Westoby mouthed.

"Come." Alice suggested, and guided the meek man to the basement.

"Oh God..." He cried as they entered the room.

Pictures of him were splashed over one whole wall, illuminated by lanterns and candles.

Alice went to her alter and knelt down, drawing out a copper bowl and a small vial.

She glanced over to make sure that he was watching.

She poured some red viscous liquid from the vial.

"Blood." She intoned as if ticking off a checklist. "Photo of target." She continued, plucking one off of the wall. "Pungent herbs and a lock of my hair." She whispered as she produced them from her pocket. "And finally...script..." She concluded, adding some typewritten sheets.

Westoby looked from the bowl and at her face. She was flushed and her eyes were glowing amber.

They flashed red as Alice set her concoction ablaze.

Thick smoke billowed round the room. Westoby shut his eyes against the acrid sting and, coughing, crouched on the floor.

The fire burnt out quickly, finally extinguished by a split second loss of oxygen.

While the fire had been burning, Alice, unperturbed by the smoke, had deftly put some music on. Now, as the chic and kinky beat of Goldfrapp filled the room she returned to the ashes.

She scooped them into a crystal goblet and stirred in some red wine and gulped down half. She finished with a flourish.

She offered the chalice to Westoby.

"Drink this." She ordered.

"No way." Westoby ejected and turned to leave.

Alice tripped him easily and he landed with a thud.

Alice crouched next to him and grabbed a handful of his hair. She yanked back his head and poured the liquid in to his mouth.

Westoby couldn't help but swallow. It tasted foul and he nearly retched. He shoved Alice away from him and tried to regain his feet. He was unsuccessful.

The room looked odd. If he squinted hard he could see the dank basement, single bed and the obsessive shrine to his image but it looked as if another view had been draped over it, translucent but getting more opaque.

This image was of his bedroom. It was exact in every detail. He blinked several times but this proved ineffective. He turned to Alice, still on his knees.

She had stripped naked and was stroking one of her huge nipples.

"God, you're so hot." Westoby said, but the words weren't his own. He shook his head and tried to voice his own thoughts. Nothing happened.

"Do you want to taste me? Sample me? Drink me?" Alice asked, lustily.

Westoby didn't answer; instead he crawled over to her. He lowered his head to her feet and began to kiss them. He planted his lips all over them and licked between her toes.

He looked up at her shaved cunt and smiled. The tip of his tongue proceeded up over her shins and to her fleshy thighs.

Alice looked down at the man on his knees before her. Didn't she deserve to be worshipped like this? To have men desire her? She didn't care how she got them, just what she could get them to do.

Westoby had reached Alice's sopping gash and craned his back to push his head between her legs.

He brought a hand to her ass to bring her cunt closer so he could devour it better.

His tongue would be fully extended, deep inside her, and then he'd pull it back to savour her taste. He grunted to express his gratitude.

He shifted round onto his ass and sat there nuzzling her pussy. He couldn't get enough; he was a glutton for Alice's lubricant. His hands gripped her legs so he could plunge higher.

Alice gazed down at the fully clothed man. He was slurping and swallowing noisily and his cock was hard in his pants.

Alice came hard, more at the sight of Westoby supplicated and debased beneath her than the tongue-lashing he was providing. It was all she could do to remain standing.

For a few minutes Westoby remained as he was, head wedged in Alice's crotch. He moved slowly away and gazed up at her.

His hair was dishevelled and his face was slick with Alice's cum. He kept licking his lips to get more of her down his throat. He was smiling.

The happy expression faltered into a frown.

"This isn't real..." He breathed.

"Shush. What's happening is happening. Don't fight it." Alice said as she dropped to his level and pushed him onto his back.

She started to unbutton his shirt and ran her hands through his chest hair.

She reached his fly and paused, looking at him.

He had eager anticipation in his eyes.

"Suck it." He beseeched.

Alice beamed. That wasn't scripted.

She tugged his pants down and admired his engorged dick.

"Westoby, your cock is most impressive." She said, honestly.

"I want you to have it. It's yours. Do what you want with it." Westoby said, back on page.

"Oh, don't worry, I will..." She answered then plunged her full red lips down over it.

She began to gobble it, sucking it with relish.

Westoby put his arms under his head and basked in the pleasure.

He could feel Alice's tongue and lips glide and caress every bump and ridge on his thick cock and her spare hand kneading his balls.

"I'm going...to cum...oh god...that's the best ever..." Westoby said, raising his head to look down.

Alice looked back at him, smiling round his cock. She let it fall from her mouth. She licked down the length of his shaft and took his balls completely into her mouth.

Her hand held his cock but only her thumb rubbed it playfully.

Westoby began to thrust his pelvis; childishly hoping it would get her to return to his cock.

It worked.

Alice bobbed on his pole like a Catholic schoolgirl does guilt: it takes effort but they're determined to appear enthusiastic.

Westoby's hands pulled at Alice's hair, forcing the pace. His balls spasmed and his cum thundered into Alice's ready mouth. She caught every drop, save one, which slowly dribbled down her chin.

Alice worked her way up and brought her lips to his. As they kissed his jism mingled with their saliva as their tongues twisted together.

They broke apart, connected only by a single strand of semen, which Westoby licked away.

"Let's get into bed. Your marital bed...."

"I've never wanted anyone in it besides Helena; until now that is. No man could possibly resist you. I was a fool to try." He uttered as he joined her.

His cock was still hard and smeared with Alice's lipstick. He grabbed it and plunged into her savagely.

He grabbed the bars of the headboard, pulling and thrusting at the same time.

He was looking down at Alice with devilish amusement written all over his face. She had underestimated his cock and now she was being corrected of that mistake.

"It's....it's ....it's...." She wailed but it was useless to try and speak the words she had written. Westoby was fucking her senseless.

"No, you say? To stop?" Westoby asked, still saying his lines though Alice had failed to provide the cues. He covered Alice's gasping mouth with one hand and used the other to pin her hands as she had planned. "I'm raping you because that's what you've reduced me to. I'm not a faithful husband now. I'm a fucking rapist because you get me so turned on."

Alice came at his words. The fake rape aspect aroused her beyond all regard. He kept banging her through her climax and induced another one.