Magic Makes the Man

by Jason Hutchinson

“Gillian Dupree, this is Remy…”

  “Latrobe, yeah.” Gillian said, offering her hand and stepping in closer to the starlet. “Jeez, it’s not fair that you’re even cuter in person and…fuck, no make-up, either.”

  “My date.” Steve added.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Steve felt justifiably overwhelmed sitting between the two gorgeous young women as their hired car made its way down the hill from the villa and the crowd above, which included the date of the painfully pretty woman on his left. The two had kicked things off with a bang within the first few minutes of the conversation, which quickly turned a bit naughty.

  Being the focus of that naughty talk had been putting a burden on his libido ever since he first ordered the car from his smartphone as the two of them talked about their sexual interests. The peak was when he caught a glance of their first almost daring kiss out of the corner of his eye.

  In the back of the car, that kiss started again as Gillian leaned across Steve to say something to Remy and the closeness had simply sparked it back to life like a match held over a recently extinguished candle. It was awkward. He was trying to figure out whether or not he should even be looking at the intimacy a few inches from his own eyes when he caught Gillian’s on his. The kiss broke.

  “We should probably avoid leaving handsome Mr. Ballard out of this.” She said, smiling, her hand working its way down his chest and into his lap.

  Remy grinned, looking first at him, then at her with a dazzling sparkle in her eyes. “Well, he did say he was the best.” She said, laughing.

  Steve felt the sting, though it was softened by the sensation of the two hands trying to work together on his belt buckle.

  “Did he, now?” Gillian said, smiling down on him. She pulled the tail of his belt out through the buckle and gave his hard cock a squeeze through his pants. “Well, I’m willing to give that to him.”

  Gillian’s hand was replaced by Remy’s and Steve felt it throb as she appeared to examine it through his clothes. “He’s at least got the equipment for it.” She whispered, dragging his zipper down its concourse.

  “Well, we’ve got a good twenty minutes before we’re back at the villa.” Gillian said, triggering the remote and raising the opaque shield between the passenger and driver’s cabins.

  Remy’s hand slipped into the waistband of his underwear and circled around his cock as he lifted his hips at Gillian’s urging, letting the redhead pull them quickly down to his knees. The starlet hadn’t relinquished his shaft yet and was now able to stroke it slowly up and down, making him want to close his eyes in ecstasy every time. He didn’t, though. Steve wasn’t going to miss this ride home for the world.

  “And you’re sure you don’t mind?” Remy said, seductively licking her lips to moisten them as Gillian leaned in for a wet kiss. Steve watched their tongues struggle against each other as the hand continued stroking him gently.

  Gillian broke the kiss, tugging a bit on Remy’s lower lip with her teeth. “Not at all, if you don’t mind a bit of wandering hands.”

  “Not sure if I’m really involved in this.” Steve said, grinning. Both sets of eyes were on his in a split second.

  “Not really.” Gillian grinned. Remy snorted, but almost immediately changed her position, moving herself to her hands and knees next to Steve. His cock was anticipating what was about to come next and was nearly desperate.

  If there was any consolation prize for no longer being able to see Remy’s beautiful eyes, there was the hot, wet sensation of those delicious lips kissing the head of his cock. Steve sighed briefly as Gillian’s lips descended on his, giving him a dual sensation that was hard to beat. Fingers were still gripping the base of his cock tightly and he felt the stabbing tease of the starlet’s tongue dabbing up the pre-cum that had already emerged from his needy shaft.

  Gillian’s tongue dove into his mouth just as the silky-hot lips below engulfed him, bathing him in heat and pressure as they followed the outline of his cock.

  “Wow.” Steve whispered as Gillian’s face pulled away from his.

  “Good, huh?” She asked, loud enough for Remy to hear.

  “It’s incredible.”

  Steve ran his fingers through Gillian’s long, red hair as she moved away from him, circling around to Remy’s body. He felt the starlet’s tongue working its way over his cock as she started slowly bobbing up and down, the suction increasing as Gillian’s hands started exploring that magnificent young body both on top of and under her tight dress. Steve watched, his eyes jealous as one beauty explored another as the worship of his cock intensified.

  He ran his fingers through Remy’s silky hair as his other hand slid from her shoulders to the small of her back, catching the bottom hem of the starlet’s dress as Gillian effectively handed it to him. Her hair was just as natural as she seemed to be and he loved it. As famous as she was, she seemed to have managed to remain simply herself and Steve was enamored with her. Gillian smiled up at him over the slope of Remy’s ass and he felt lucky to have her. If there was anyone he wanted by his side to navigate thought everything owning a Jinn entailed, it was her. The woman currently pleasuring his cock was gorgeous, but he knew he would always choose the redhead over anyone else. Fortunately, the last thing Gillian wanted to do was to make him choose.

  “Hope you don’t mind me getting a taste first, there, Mr. Ballard.” She grinned, hands framing her face as she gripped the starlet’s tight cheeks.

  “Not at all.” Steve said. The blowjob Remy was providing him was excellent and he wasn’t sure just how much longer he was going to be able to go. Magically, there were some things in place that might help, but Steve also couldn’t help but really want to cum in the starlet’s hungry, eager mouth.

  Steve lifted her up, bringing her wet mouth to his lips and taking a hot, passionate kiss from her. He could feel her panting against his own breath, her body dealing with Gillian’s stimulus down below.

  “You’re gorgeous.” Steve whispered to his new lover as the kiss flashed in and out of existence between them, likely influenced by the hot redhead buried between her legs.

  “She’s going to make me cum.” Remy whispered, her fingers still stroking his cock as she kissed him over and over again. “She’s going to make me cum.”

  “The two of us are going to make you cum more times than you ever thought possible.” Steve said.

  “I want your cock again.” Remy groaned. She seemed like she was just about to go down once again when she reversed course and locked those sweet, puppy-dog eyes on him. “Don’t stop me. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

  The actress shuddered with pleasure at some flick of Gillian’s tongue. “I’m not going to argue with that, sweetie.” Steve said, gathering her long, brown hair into his fist before guiding those heavenly lips back between his legs. He felt them slip over his cock like a sheath, recoating it with her saliva as she took him, stopping just short of her throat.

  “Just a little more, sugar.” Steve groaned, giving her head the slightest push and feeling her gag on his cock. He was going to let her reverse course but the movement never came. She had frozen in place, his shaft impaled in her pretty face. The immobility lasted for a few seconds and was broken by a giant shudder that rolled through her back as the car turned a sharp corner and apparently hit the pothole of potholes.

  Steve’s cock pressed further into Remy’s throat and he felt her lips crush into the base of his cock as she continued to convulse under Gillian’s expert touch. The starlet’s almost rhythmical gagging on his shaft brought Steve out of his trance but also caused him to erupt in her throat, just as he was helping her come up off his cock. Another pulsing spasm seemed to fill her mouth before those heavenly lips popped of the head, catching the third blast as it arced up and hit her. At least one made a high parabola before landing in her hair. She gasped for air a few times and was back on his cock, lips triggering more and more spasms as her own orgasm continued to roll.

  Remy abandoned it
a minute later, nearly collapsing on top of Steve’s deflating cock as Gillian reappeared.

  “I think she might have passed out.” Steve whispered, pointing at the puddle of brown hair in his lap.

  Gillian straightened the girl’s dress. “Well, that worked out even better than I ever imagined it would.” She said, smiling. She crossed back to where she had been sitting before and gave him a long, slow kiss. He could taste the sweetness of Remy’s body on her pale lips.

  “What worked out?” Steve asked, curious.

  “Cinder’s wish.” The redhead said, flatly. “I wished to find someone that would be perfect for both of us.”

  Steve sat there in the darkness with Remy’s head on his lap, feeling a flight of emotions that he had certainly not been expecting.

  At some point pretty soon, I’m going to have to respond, he thought.

  End of The Harem and the Hero

  Book Four:

  The Sergeant and the Succubus

  Chapter One

  Amos Ledbetter tried to steady his hand as he waited for her to return, if she did at all. It wasn’t the shaking of tremors that mark the onset of old age; he was only fifty-five and according to his physician, in top form. The shakes were a symptom of the giddy anxiety that had spread from his mind to seemingly every cell in his body.

  Would she actually come back?

  The question was a hard one for him to make himself ask, even internally. If the answer was no, it would crush a little something inside him even though the experience of his life up until now weighed heavily in that direction. A woman like that doesn’t come along but once or twice in a lifetime and she ain’t interested in you.

  He pushed down the cynical side of himself and let the schoolboy giddiness continue. She was just going to get her things, then she was going to meet him here, back in his hotel room.

  The agency generally provided a far better room than he would have accepted for his short stay in Washington. Giving a deposition to congress would only take up a few hours of his time tomorrow afternoon and the time leading up to it, and hopefully after, belonged to him.

  The champagne in the ice bucket between the beds was unfortunately the best the hotel had to offer and every penny of that one was on him. Agency accountants would kick back any alcohol purchases at all, even more such an extravagant one.

  Peg was worth every penny. He put her at forty-three and he’d been known for his discerning eye since his first days in the Naval Academy. The blonde waves of her locks simply shouted out their naturalness and her skin glowed with a tan that was far more of a carefully curated enhancement than the natural hue of her flesh. He had never been a poet but the best way he could describe her body was that she literally made his body respond to her very presence. He wasn’t a poet, but he did know what literally meant.

  He jumped like a scared house cat when the first knock on the room’s door echoed in the abbreviated antechamber and into the living-room half of the small suite.

  “Son of a bitch.” He whispered under his breath. If he’d been one of those smooth operators in the movies, he would have slipped his key across the bar to her and left after tipping his hat. He wasn’t one of those guys. When she had suggested she meet him back at his room it was the best he could do to manage words along with his slowly nodding head. Simple words only.

  He crossed to the door in exactly four steps which was precisely what he had predicted while overthinking things for the last hour. It opened and all of his questions and concerns dissipated in one fell swoop.

  “Amos.” She said. As his mother used to say, honey dripped from that elegant voice and conveyed so much in that one simple word.

  He stifled the urge to lean out and look each direction down the hallway; after all, he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He wasn’t married and she wasn’t a spy. His friends all made that joke but the truth of it was he’d been read off of any sensitive or confidential material years ago. Even testifying to congress, if that actually happened, was only to provide historical information about past administration activities. He’d served both sides of the aisle in his long career, something he was proud and protective of.

  “Come in. I ordered some champagne.” He said, seeing a sparkle in her eye as she breezed past him, the pink, clingy fabric of her short, revealing dress breathed past him and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise up.

  “I love champagne.” Peg said, letting loose a little of that closely-guarded southern accent behind closed doors. Even down in the bar she’d kept it on a tight leash, despite not being there in her official capacity.

  “South Carolina?” Amos asked, his eyes following that body, racing down the slight arch of her back to the rolling hill of her ass, just an inch or two above that pink hem that marked the beginning of legs his lips longed for.

  She spun gracefully but swiftly and he barely arrested his own momentum before crashing into her. As it stood, they were far closer than he would have otherwise been brave enough to attempt. She certainly didn’t back down from it; brown eyes turned up to his as the blonde waves finally stopped their own gentle spin on her shoulders. “Yes, why do you ask?”

  He smiled, reaching to the ice-bucket to grab the chilled bottle. He peeled off the foil as he brought it between them, suddenly thinking that it looked particularly phallic.

  “I was stationed in and around Goose Creek for a few years.”

  The smile lit up her face like handing a balloon to a child. “Goose Creek.” She breathed. “Haven’t been back to that place in a dog’s age.”

  Amos’s fingers were shaking a bit again but he felt he was making progress on the wire cage protecting the cork.

  “I…” Amos said before she interrupted. He actually had a charming next line that he never did use.”

  He felt her hand take the bottle from his and he was nervous she felt the way he was shaking. He wanted her so badly.

  “Why don’t we have champagne after we make love?”

  Thoughts of various random and mundane things were the only tool in his arsenal to keep the iron pipe straining against his pants from exploding right away. Matching her dress perfectly, her pink lips were soft and pliable, her working with them in perfect concert as he felt fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.

  Maritime drilling. A vision of his presentation at a conference last year ran through his mind as his aching cock stopped fighting against his pants as the latter pooled around his knees. Kicking off his shoes and fighting his socks off his heels with his toes provided another brief respite, but only to cover the sight of her dropping to her knees as he sat back on the bed. The moment those gorgeous lips took the head of his cock between them almost finished the round.

  Rounds were his only hope of being able to thoroughly make love to Peg. Even at fifty-five he knew he could muster multiple shots-on-goal, the session may just have to go long. Her hands were all over every inch of him she could touch, echoing what his own hands longed to do to her. They were otherwise occupied on her head, though, not that they were in control or anything. There wasn’t anything he could nudge her to do that she wasn’t doing better already. She worked his cock up and down with her lips, hand, and tongue all intertwined in a perfectly-choreographed dance, not going more than a few seconds without flashing those expressive, chestnut brown eyes at his.

  The dog show. Schnauzers frolicked in his eyes as he tried to hold on, his legs tensed with the sensation. Peg’s lips came off his cock a moment later and she rocked back on her heels.

  “I want you to cum in my mouth, Amos.” She said. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make you cum in all of my holes.”

  If she hadn’t reseated her lips on his cock so quickly, Amos was half-sure that his untouched cock would have erupted right there on her pretty face. The sudden re-ignition of his nerve endings seemed to hold back the tide for a moment. Two strokes, to be exact. The beautiful blonde grunted in approval as the first blast of his cum shot across her tongue.


  Amos felt a wrenching pain as he felt her swallow his load, prompting another to follow. He couldn’t place the pain anywhere in his body but it was far more tangible than most headaches he sometimes suffered.

  He wanted nothing to get in the way of his enjoying the wonderful woman on her knees serving him. He wanted to serve every inch of her body for the chance at returning a fraction of the pleasure he had just experienced.

  The sensation faded.

  It didn’t return until she was whispering his name, her eyes not breaking from his as he pounded her on her back, her knees pressed up almost to her shoulders and spread wide so he could drive deeper into her. It lurched deep inside him as the climaxing beauty beneath him poured out a soliloquy of such sweet filth it intensified his own orgasm; her body clutching at his cock as it poured its essence deep into her body.