Sarah-Jeane: Empowered

It has been a few days now since I encountered Sarah-Jeane. I thought I was transgressing my ethic rules by letting a student seduce me, come into my house and take advantage of me, in the most sensual way to be honest. In fact, I was bewitched by a powerful and beautiful Djinn. When I regained consciousness, she had disappeared, just as much as the young men she had made appear in my room, and there was no trace of her, nor of our text messages exchanged the night before. Yet I had found a messaged written in the mist of my bathroom mirror "You're an ever more powerful woman now - Djinn".

And indeed, I felt stronger. I felt more emboldened sexually. I felt sexier, even though I have not changed physically, still a petite 36 year old woman, 5'1, slender, with a modest chest. I felt hungrier and thirstier for sex. When I went to bed that night, my body was radiating, as if there was a halo around me, like the halo I had seen around Sarah-Jeane that morning, and in my dreams the night before. My sleep was filled with sensual and erotic images like never before.

I have recounted on here how my friendship with Tom has evolved to non committed relationship, open minded to new things and new sexual practices, letting each control the other's pleasure. I made him discover the pleasure of prostate play. He is potent, he has a magnificent cock, he can run for hours and he is generous with his cum. Did I forget to mention he is handsome and sweet. Well, one could argue I should marry him, or at least make our relation a stable one. But I'm not fit for sharing my life with someone and I want to have the freedom to live my life.

If that had not been the case, I might not have met Sarah-Jeane, I would not have been bewitched, I would not feel the way I felt empowered after that.

Monday, Sarah-Jeane was in my class.

Tuesday, Sarah-Jeane was in my bedroom.

Wednesday was our planned evening together with Tom.

I drove to Tom's place. I had taken time to go home to change beforehand. I wanted him to want me the moment he would see me. I knew that this little black dress, mid thigh long, nearly bare back, no bra, with a pair of black sandals and my hair tied in a ponytail, would drive him wild. Just a bit of make-up to enhance my eyes and lips. Oh, and no panties either, he would not see it at first though. I parked down his road and walked to the house. As always the door was unlocked, he always keeps it unlocked, so I let myself in, my flat shoes barely making any sound on his tiled floor.

He was in his home office, at his desk. Even though I was trying to walk silently, I could feel he had heard me. He swirled on his office armchair to face me. The moment he fixed his eyes on me, his mouth gaped, his pupils dilated. I grinned and wiggled my finger without a word. I turned around and headed towards his bedroom. I heard him stand from his armchair and follow me. His bedroom is very spacious with a king size bed - a quick glance showed me the bed was done and the bed-sheets were fresh. That made me smile. I walked to the window and closed the curtains and turned around to face Tom.

He was standing by the bed and could not get his eyes off of me. Six feet tall, quite slender for his mid thirties, shaved, dark hair and blue eyes, he was handsome in his white shirt and office jeans. I walked catlike towards him with a mischievous grin on my lips. Somehow, thanks to Sarah-Djinn, I could feel his desire, I could feel what he wanted. It's not that I did not feel that before, but now it was as if I could read his mind before he even had the thought. It was a strange yet very arousing sensation. As I got closer, he extended his hands towards me. I softly pushed them down. He understood in my attitude that I wanted to control the moment. We have had so many moments like this, where one of us is taking control, it is part of our games, and we both know these moments always conclude in ecstasy.

Right now I could feel he wanted to be blindfolded and I wanted to blindfold him. And out of nowhere, I felt soft silk in my hand. I did not have to look, I knew that my new powers had created that red silk scarf on demand. I placed it on his eyes and tightened it behind his head. I was tiptoeing and pressing my body against his to manage that maneuver. He tried to comment on this but I placed my finger on his lips, then let my finger trail from his mouth to his chin, down his neck, then started to unbutton his shirt, taking my time. I could sense his impatience and I was loving it. Once it was fully unbuttoned, I pushed the shirt over his shoulders, my fingers caressing his warm skin. He sighed slightly. The shirt sleeves were still buttoned around his wrists and that meant he was lightly cuffed.

I took my time caressing his torso. His nipples were hard and I pinched them one after the other, then together, until he whimpered softly. My fingers brushed against his stomach, his muscles reacted. I could sense his urge, I could sense his rising desire like never before. I unfastened his belt and pushed his trousers down while kneeling in front of him. His magnificent cock was outlined in the Lycra of his boxer. A girthy seven inch circumcised cock that I love worshiping, that I love feeling inside me. Tugging his boxer down too, I refrained myself from reaching for his cock as I first wanted to help him out of his trousers. I wanted his legs free. And I sensed his impatience as I liberated one ankle after the other.

Looking up at him from my kneeling position. I enjoyed the view of my lover, standing tall, muscles not overgrown but neatly drawn, his cock bobbing impatiently in front of him, a drop of precum oozing out of his opening, his shaved balls hanging below and begging to be cupped. My fingers maliciously slid along his calves, then his legs, slowing down as they reached higher and higher. I sensed the impatience in his mind, not a negative impatience but an arousing one, his insides were burning. One hand cupped his balls and he sighed. With just one finger, I caressed the underside of his cock, I felt its warmth, I felt the tension, I felt the pulse in its veins. I leaned forward and licked the drop of precum with the tip of my tongue. I then let my tongue caress just below his cock-head where he is so sensitive. I've always known I could give him intense pleasure doing so, but now, with my new powers, I could even feel what he was feeling when my tongue played with his frenulum, I could sense his pleasure building up already deep inside him.

I pressed my lips around his cock-head and sucked softly. He was mine and I felt what he was feeling. It was amazing. As I started taking his cock deeper in my mouth, I sensed his pleasure rise. I couldn't prevent myself from sucking more hungrily, my head bobbing on his cock, and I sensed he was getting near the edge, I felt deep inside me what he felt. So I released his cock from my hungry mouth. He groaned a light protest from being deprived of what was about to be a mind shattering orgasm. I pressed a kiss on his cock-head and pushed him towards the bed till he fell on his back, his hands still cuffed in his shirt sleeves.

I stood and watched my man - or was he my prey, and swiftly pulled my dress over my head, ending up naked apart from my flat sandals that I kicked away in a corner of the room. I slid along his body till I hovered over him, my face above his panting mouth, my chest rubbing against his, my dripping pussy rubbing along the length of his hard cock. My pleasure feeling his hot rod against my dripping labia was bewitching, and I could also sense his pleasure and read in his mind his expectations. I smiled and moved my hips, pressing on his lower stomach. I felt the tip of his cock press against my wet entrance, keeping it in my warmth for a few seconds. He was panting and groaning. Then I slowly impaled myself on him. It was pure pleasure, I was feeding on his own pleasure and felt stronger.

I was glowing with pleasure as I rode his shaft. I barely noticed at first, but our bodies had started magically floating above the bed. He was in ecstasy, and so was I, but I was controlling our pleasures as I could feel deep inside me when he was about to go over the edge and could slow him down. I was not finished yet. And I could also sense what he wanted. In a flash, I remembered what Sarah-Djinn had done the day before and tried. Thinking hard about Tom's inner fantasy, I snapped my fingers, and it happened.

Another me appeared, fuzzy at first, then more clearly underneath him. The other me smiled at me. My eyes followed her move as her hand reach down herself and stroked the beautiful strap-on she was wearing. It was glistening with lubricant and she guided it between Tom's butt-cheeks. He tensed in surprise at first, but quickly relaxed and let me number two penetrate his ass slowly. I felt the pleasure he felt when being penetrated, it was so intense I nearly lost myself in it. I felt his cock throb inside me, but I could also feel his sensations and that was wild. Slowly second me was thrusting in his ass, her hands on his hips, as I was riding his cock at the same time, but I felt his deepest fantasy was even further.

I snapped my fingers again, focusing on the last part of his desire, and a third me appeared, as naked as I was. It was a strange sensation to see my own back and ass as she was straddling Tom's face. I was slightly confused in my pleasure, I was feeling too many things simultaneously - I could feel his different sources of pleasures just as if they were mine, and I felt the sources of pleasure myself and my two other me's were feeling. I was feeling his cock inside me, I was also feeling my clit squeezed at every thrust of the strap-on in his ass and I was also feeling his mouth feasting on my pussy lips. And I was feeling what he was feeling around his shaft and the thrusting against his prostate.

And I discovered another sensation I did not suspect that was turning Tom on to the highest level. Third me was straddling his face and was literally suffocating him. The lack of air was at the same time frightening him and bringing his pleasure to yet another level. It was intoxicating. Once again I felt Tom on the edge, and so was I. I kept riding his cock, feeling it fill my inside, my second self kept thrusting against his prostate, my third self rubbed my pussy harder on his mouth. I felt his body tense, I felt his hips push deeper inside me, I felt his scream on my third self's pussy and then his hot cum deep inside me, his beautiful shaft was spurting ropes of hot semen endlessly. I exploded in a shattering orgasm from all those sensations inside me and coming from inside him.

And I felt Tom passing out from too much pleasure. My other selves turned into a light floating in the air and disappeared. Then both Tom and I landed from our levitation softly on the bed and I collapsed next to him. I gently caressed his torso. I was about to remove the red silk band on his eyes, but it disappeared just like the two images of myself. Tom regained momentarily consciousness

"Oh my... what did you do to me?"

"Shhhh, just magic..."