The Witch and the Con-Man

Sitting atop the driver's seat of his caravan, Oliver slowly stroked his hard shaft, wanting to draw out the sensation. With the horses' reins secured next to him and no need to direct them, he could finally sit back and relax for a while. His cock was slick with oil and felt so nice to glide his hand from base to tip, daydreaming of his recent tryst with a farm girl. She had had the nicest pair of breasts he'd seen in months and she had screamed with pleasure as she'd bounced on top of him.

His hand moved faster now, thinking back to that climax. He had finally come all over her face and tits in the barn, a visual he intended to keep handy for the rest of time. Oliver was getting closer now, the imagery pushing him over the edge. When he came, it was an intense release, cum shooting far over the edge of the caravan and onto the forest floor.

Too bad he'd never see her again. He'd had to promise a lot to get her clothes off, and of course he had to make his escape afterward.

Soon, once he and his caravan were several miles away from town, Oliver stopped his two horses. He never stayed in one place too long, not because he had such an itch to be on the move, but because he knew that once people found out his potions and elixirs were a scam, they would surely come after him. His charm and good looks as well as a cursory knowledge of a few big words served him well... to a point.

He didn't feel too guilty though, if the townspeople were stupid enough to buy his wares, that was on them. Besides, if people *thought* the potions worked, they occasionally got what they wanted out of them anyway.

The salesman hopped off the front seat of the caravan. It was time to water the horses, take a piss, and go over his inventory. He looked around before getting to business and saw no one. He wasn't surprised, at this time of day and far from any large town.

Having finished the first items of business, he climbed into the back of his caravan. As he was looking through the remainder of his pseudo-medicinals in the caravan, Oliver hummed to himself, not noticing the sound of footsteps crunching over pine needles.

"Excuse me, sir?" Came a feminine voice.

Oliver was so startled that he dropped two vials of what he told villagers was a love potion. It was no such thing but it smelled nice and people were so eager to find true love these days. He didn't stop to clean it up but poked his head out the door to see who it was. It was so very far from any town...

When he looked outside, his jaw dropped. A breathtaking beauty with blonde hair and quizzical blue eyes stood before him, wearing a brown wool dress that appeared surprisingly curve-hugging. Oliver realized that he had never seen anything like her before. It took all of a few seconds for Oliver to regain his wits, but it felt like hours to him.

"I'm afraid I've been straying too far from home on my walks, and now I'm famished. It looks like you may have items to sell? I'm in dreadful need of some provision, if you have it."

Oliver found himself struggling with what to say. He had brought food only for himself, and sold nothing of substance, but his animal brain told him to find anything to give her so as to find out more about her.

"My - my dear... how did you get so far from home?" The salesman inquired. "It must be fifteen miles to any village at least... yes, I have something I could give you, but as payment, would you just sit with me a while and tell me about yourself?"

"Oh, please kind sir, I would love to talk with you over a bite to eat, that is very generous," the young woman smiled back at him.

Oliver immediately turned back to the caravan to find some food to share. He couldn't believe his luck! A gorgeous woman with no husband around, and she needed his help, of all things? This was perfect. Almost too perfect, as he started to think about it. Did she really just walk fifteen or more miles right along this underused roadway?

He quickly turned back to face her, meaning to ask more questions about her, but saw that she was lacing a boot, and her sumptuous behind was pointing in his direction. Oliver's face began to feel hot and he now desired to give her more than refreshments.

It seemed the young woman did not notice his staring, so before she could look up, he dashed back into the caravan to grab two apples, a bottle of homemade wine, and a wedge of hard cheese.

When he returned, the blonde beauty was sitting atop a small boulder, braiding her hair. She looked oh-so innocent and unburdened by life's hardships. He still wondered at coming across this woman, and here... but within moments, was again entranced by her beauty and grace.

When she looked up at him, he felt as though the blue eyes were arrows, shooting directly through his heart. He was hooked, could not ever let her leave his side now.

She smiled. "Thank you, it looks like you were able to find something for me!"

The salesman nodded, still speechless. He walked over to where she sat and presented an apple and cheese to her.

He didn't know if it was minutes or hours that they sat there, sharing the wine bottle and eating his provisions, but the way she talked to him and showed interest had him intoxicated by the end.

Noticing that they were now out of wine and food, Oliver silently debated whether to get more wine from his meager stores, or try to shift her attention to other pleasures.

Before he could finalize his plan, the young lady spoke up.

"I'm curious what you have in that caravan... I have always wondered what kinds of potions a traveling salesman would carry. Anything I might be interested in?"

"Dear girl, yes... I have all kinds of things," Oliver's mind was churning. He had no real love potions - or anything of the like - but perhaps he could seduce her with the same tactics he used on peasants. Pretend confidence and knowledge. "Come, let me show you all the wondrous items I offer."

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Alana was not impressed.

The villagers had talked about a very spry and confident young "pharmacist" who traveled around dealing potions, only to leave them with, at best, a lighter coin purse, and at worse, a new ailment. The man she spied now appeared to be nothing more than a cocky boy, and a cheap swindler at that.

However, Alana could tell that he was very good at getting his way, and had learned a thing or two about reading people, which undoubtedly made him more successful. She needed a pinch of ingenuity and a little speck of justice, which she could get from this one.

Considering his intuition about people, she decided to alter her appearance to distract and confuse him from her true intentions. She looked nothing like the women from nearby towns, which might raise initial suspicions, but she also knew that he would be as intrigued with her as the townspeople were with his phony products.

Now, having thoroughly seduced this traveler and not wanting to waste a moment, she followed him into his caravan to finish her task. She had him right where she wanted him.

The salesman immediately showed her a box full of beauty products, claiming to have anything from teeth whitener to "fountain of youth" water. Alana chuckled inwardly at this. She was about a thousand years older than this man, give or take, and he couldn't have guessed that she was even a day older than himself.

"I'm actually really curious about something else, if you have it..." The blonde looked sheepishly down at her feet. "I have been pretty lonely since my husband died a few years ago. Do you have anything that could help me attract a partner?"

The salesman, not expecting that sort of inquiry, paused before stammering something about having a box someplace. It was exactly the sort of response Alana was used to receiving just before she got exactly what she wanted from a man.

Presently, the salesman located a box and opened it for her on a little table. "I have a few things that might work, but not sure what exactly you are wanting..." he trailed off, as if excited and worried at the same time. The witch knew he was concerned about whether she would try one today, on him, or if she would leave and try it on god-knows-who.

"Ah, what's this?" The lovely woman exclaimed, pointing to a large, purple glass bottle.

"Oh, yes, bechlar and trimella. That should help with desire... if you take it, though, potentially you'd make *everyone* want you."

Alana paused, pretending to think about the pros and cons of every man wanting her... but was actually pondering the best way to get some of this man's semen without scaring him away. She used to think that it would be so easy to do, but often, she found that men talked a lot bigger game than they ended up having. At the very least, most men she had come across felt threatened by a forward woman and could not maintain an erection long enough to give her what she needed.

And what she needed... she needed it yesterday.

"I see..." she began, pensively. "I imagine that could possibly cause some issues. But you, have you tried this potion yourself? Or are you married?" She hoped to segue into the conversation of intimacy with him naturally.

"Oh, uh, no," the salesman began hesitantly. "I'm not married but I can't really afford to partake of my own stores, you know. And not much time to get married when I'm always on the road is all." He finally met the witch's eyes and seemed to have another thought. "But... that is... I could eventually see myself settling down, you know, with the right woman. I'm getting to be the right age for that now."

Ah yes, here it is. She expected nothing less of a con-man than to say exactly what he thought she'd want to hear. How else was he to bed a woman looking for a steady partner or husband?

"Oh, really?" Alana looked up at him through her long lashes, as though shy but hopeful. "Maybe I'd like to get to know you more, then." She stepped a little closer to him in the small caravan, noting a small cot toward the back. That may just have to do.

Not wanting to waste another second, the witch placed a hand on the salesman's linen shirt, just above the chest, as if to smooth the fabric down. His eyes grew wide in surprise and then narrowed with desire. It was unlikely for him to ask any more questions now, seeing that he had his prize.

The young man awkwardly placed a hand around her waist, likely imagining himself very suave, and pulled her closer. "You want to get to know me more? Let's start right now," he mumbled into her ear.

The witch pretended to become wild with desire, and within moments the two were naked on his lumpy little cot.

Another disappointment. Her target seemed to be having trouble with his equipment.

He had noticed as well, and was furiously stroking himself in efforts to stand at full mast. Alana did not have time for this. She got up and walked two steps to the box of love potions, looking for a label that would make sense. Although she knew none of them actually worked, she thought this would be a fun trick to play on him while disguising her own magic.

She picked out two. One for "instant and long lasting erections" and another, she chuckled silently to herself, was for "penis enlargement." He was about average size, but if she was going to have to fuck him to complete this mission, might as well have a little extra fun with it.

Ignoring the pitiful protests coming out of the young swindler's mouth, Alana ripped the corks out of the bottles with her teeth and poured a dollop of each cream into her palm. She then swiftly massaged the combo of what was probably mostly just lard and a little strong-smelling oil onto his soft cock. Under her breath, Alana muttered some enchantments that this man missed due to all the chattering he was doing at her. Things like, "well, they might not work right now because..."

Within seconds, however, the lackluster cock began to harden and grow, far beyond its usual size and girth. He stopped talking and stared, wide eyed, as she stroked him all the way to a full 9 inches in length.

"Impressive stuff you got here," she looked up at him with a grin. "I never believed it would work this well!"

Once again, the usually loquatious-salesman was at a complete loss for words. He just nodded and stared at his newly massive dick.

Alana knew she'd have to make up for this use of power somehow in the near future, but it was worth it. Partly for the cause, and partly for the entertainment. She grinned as she positioned her wet pussy just above the tip of his large member and wiggled herself down upon it.

The intensely pleasurable sensation of his pressure inside her, expanding her vaginal capacity and pressing on all the right places, gave her a thrill of excitement laced with a tiny bit of guilt. Despite the fact that fucking this man was simply a means to an end, Alana was simply a chronically horny woman. If she wasn't completing this very important task, she would be finding other means to be sexually satisfied.

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Oliver was not sure if he was dreaming, but if this was a dream, it was the most vivid and fantastic one he had ever had. If it was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

Any man would now be jealous even of his humble cot with such an angelic beauty atop it now, let alone of him, with the sensation of an infinitely tight and wet pussy squeezing his cock so perfectly.

And his cock! What in the world had happened to it? He was larger and harder than he had ever been. It was almost as if his potions actually worked! But he had put them together himself with a few basic ingredients that surely could not have produced such an effect...

Mid-thought, his eyes resumed focus on what was going on above him. The gorgeous blonde woman was grinding on him ferociously and digging her nails into his chest. He reached up to fondle her breasts, the new winner of best tits award in his mind. Her large, round breasts bounded as she did, while warm juices ran down from her body onto his cock and balls.

He was still not certain if this was a dream or reality, but he felt he was about to come, soon and massively. Oliver was certain that no matter what, this was a fuck he would never forget.

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Alana was close, but she could tell the man underneath her was, too. It would ruin the spell if he came first, of course, so she had to time things just right. Wanting to avoid using her magic again, the witch decided on an alternate plan. She slid off the now rock-hard dick, in efforts to delay his orgasm and give herself a better chance. Alana quickly flipped onto all fours and motioned for her partner to mount her from behind.

This was one trick that nearly always worked. The sandy-haired young man got in position and began to pound her g-spot, while Alana rubbed her clit and labia just the way she needed it. Soon, the petite witch was squirting all over the cot with every hard thrust. Waves of pleasure flooded her as she came hard, elbows buckling beneath her as she shook. Seconds later, she heard heavy breathing and grunting that meant it was time.

Disregarding the sound of protest the man made when she pulled herself away as he came, Alana flipped around and grabbed his pulsing dick, directing the ejaculate onto a sprig of rosemary she'd had nearby. Not only the rosemary and her hand, but also her breasts were soon covered in cum.

The rosemary gave a soft green glow for just a moment, and then seemed to absorb the cum. The salesman stared, but appeared to not be seeing what was happening, likely still in a post-orgasmic daze. Alana quickly placed the rosemary in a vile and stowed it away in the dress she had on the floor.

Poor boy, she thought. He will never remember what happened here, and his cock will go back to exactly how it was before.

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Oliver woke up on his cot to the sound of his horses snorting and stamping. What in the world was he doing napping? He rose and realized he was naked and sticky with cum. Did he just have a wet dream? That hadn't happened in ages.

As Oliver got up, and tried to get himself together to go back on the road, he began to wonder why he ever left his family store to be a traveling salesman. For some reason, it no longer seemed to make sense.