Jada tells you a story!
This is one of Jada’s stories (she asked us nicely to put it up here!) We did it because we absolutely love her website! She certainly had a lot of fun standing in for a friend of hers as a magician’s assistant!
The Magician’s Assistant.
I want to tell you a magical tale about the time I stood in for a friend of mine as a magician’s assistant. This was one of the greatest and funniest times of my life and I thought it only right to share it with you all here.
The magician I worked for was a lecherous toad named Mr. Marvel. Yes, that’s right, Mr. Fucking Marvel! I couldn’t believe it either. But anyway, Marvel had a way with woman despite his lecherousness. In fact it is only now that I can fully understand just what a twat he actually was. At the time I became enthralled with his illusions, not the stage ones either.
My first few rehearsals were difficult, and Marvel insisted I wear full costume, for other reasons I guessed, whilst he only wore his jeans and T-shirt. He showed me some of the simple tricks he performed. I had no idea there was so much involved and I was beginning to think that the term assistant was a little unappreciative of my duties.
“You pass me it like this you see,” he said, impatiently holding out one of those stupid looking top hats. “This way that lot out there don’t see what I am doing here!” I grabbed the hat and made him drop everything on the floor, uselessly. There was one of those stupid looking bunches of fake flowers and a load of different coloured hankies all tied together (the basic kind of shit you see at these shows). “Hardly Charlotte Pendragon are we dear?” said Marvel sarcastically.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter. Just pick that lot up will you!” he commanded.
I bent over to gather the pathetic paraphernalia from the floor and as I did so I felt his eyes all over me. My costume was all glitz and glamour as you could imagine. Well they couldn’t have come along to watch his crappy tricks could they. I wore a black leotard, high over my hips. It had a frilly ring around the waist, a little like a tutu and a big black ribbon tied in a bow on my ass. The bow hung down a little and tickled my thighs when a walked. On my legs I wore black fishnet, hold-up stockings, with heels of course. This was all set off with a feathered headband and lots of slutty looking make-up. Get the picture?
When I collected the first item from the stage floor I felt Marvel grab my arse. He had marvellous hands (excuse the pun) and his fingers scooped right underneath my tight little cheeks, almost to my snatch! I pushed back against his hand and looked over my shoulder. I don’t think he could believe his luck. I seriously doubted that many of his assistants would allow him to do this and actually like it. I know for a fact that my friend Amanda didn’t like it. I did.
“I think you’ll work out just fine Jada,” he said seductively, bending a little as though he were whispering in my ear.
“Do you have a wand Mr. Marvel,” I said innocently, batting my eyelids. I know all you guys love that look, and I can do it perfectly.
“I’ll show you if you like,” he replied. “Go over there and bend over that old trunk.”
I moved over to where he said and unclipped the giant bow from my ass. As soon as I did I felt something hard stroke the naked skin at the top of my fishnets. I looked between my legs and saw the familiar sight of a black and white wand, just like I’d seen a million times as a child. I was looking at it in a very different way this time however, and as it stroked up and down my legs I could feel my leotard getting wetter and wetter. I didn’t have on any knickers, it hardly seemed worth it. The leotard wouldn’t have covered the smallest pair of panties I have anyway. I swear Mr. Marvel took this costume home and boil washed it nightly just to make it shrink!
Before too long I felt the hard wand nudging and tapping at my pussy to come in. I reached around and pulled the shrunken outfit to one side. It slipped easily with all my wetness and before I could put my hand back on the dusty old trunk, Marvel had the white end of the wand working its magic around my hard clit. I glanced over my shoulder again and saw Marvel wrenching out his cock. It was quite impressive. He wanked himself slowly and watched me pull my tits from the leotard. I played with my nipples, squeezing them hard as the wand now started to flick in and out of my wet pussy.
“Fuck me with it!” I ordered, “Fuck me with that wand.” Marvel obliged and started to shove the length of it inside me. I moaned as I felt it hit me deeply. I came in torrents as he circled it round and round inside me as though he were actually making a hole. When I relaxed he pulled it out and threw it to the floor. I watched it roll slightly to the side, leaving a trail of pussy juice on the wooden boards of the stage. If this were his act he’d be packed out, I thought briefly to myself.
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I turned around and took his cock in my mouth. He clutched the feathered headband and ripped it from me as he thrust his cock in and out of my face, in much the same way as he had used his black and white wand in my pussy. I gagged as it squelched at the back of my throat and couldn’t help allowing a load of gooey mess to dribble out the sides of my mouth and onto my tits. Marvel clearly liked this because when he looked down I felt his cock twitch even harder and he started to face fuck me again. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it onto his cock hard. I saw him look up to the ceiling, through all the lighting rigs, as he did this. I couldn’t breathe properly and had to push his hands off for a moment. When I did this, bizarrely enough, a load of playing cards came flying out of his sleeve and showered my body. Some of them fell to the floor whilst others stuck to my wet, saliva covered cheeks, tits and thighs. The three of hearts sticks in my mind most because it was stuck on the very end of my right nipple!
“I want to fuck you Jada, I want to fuck you right now,” shouted Marvel, clutching his rock hard cock tightly in his hand. I got to my feet, although my legs were a little shaky and I decided to get inside one of those cupboard things, the tall ones that the assistant usually goes in and disappears. I backed into it and pulled the rest of the leotard off while Marvel watched me. All I had on were my fishnet stockings and a pair of elbow length black gloves. I stood with my legs spread as far as they could go inside the box, and I beckoned him towards me.
“Come on then Mr. Marvel, let’s see what you can really do with that wand in your hand before it explodes on you,” I said. I watched him walk towards me taking his trousers off at the same time. He nearly fell over on several occasions. I brightened his cock up with a lovely big squeeze when he arrived and I guided him into my wet pussy.
I wrapped my legs around him and supported myself on the back of the cupboard. It was surprisingly strong. I felt Marvel’s breath on my neck as he started to thrust in and out of me, and it made me extra horny to have him so hot. I whispered into his ear.
“Are you going to cum all over me Mr. Marvel? Are you going to plaster me in your hot, sticky cum?” I said, tantalising him to climax. He stiffened and thrust harder, and faster. I knew he liked it dirty and I buried his head in my tits and screamed out. “Cum on me Mr. Marvel, please shoot it all over me now, cum now!” I shouted.
He threw me off his body and put his hand on the top of my head. He shoved me to my knees, still inside of the box and rammed his big wet cock in my mouth again. I looked him in the eye and made lots of noises while I sucked his cock, making the vibrations tease him to climax. I didn’t have to wait too long either. After a few long, deep, moaning sucks he pulled out and sprayed his hot load all over my face and in my hair. I opened my mouth in an attempt to catch as much of it as I could but he was spraying such a huge load, so fast that I could barely catch it.
He jerked his cock in his hand and slapped my cheek with it. After which he backed away from me and went slightly to the side of the box. Before I knew what was happening I plummeted through a trap door and landed in a dusty room beneath the stage.
It’s a pity Mr. Marvel didn’t need me to work for him for long really, I started to enjoy myself and learn a few tricks. Amanda went back to work for him and still refused to fuck him. I cannot for the life of me understand why, he was marvellous!
Now this is what we call Magic!
