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A SPELL REVERSED by Throne
Ronald Rich stood over his wife Lindsey with a leering grin on his handsome
face. She sat in an antique wingback chair that had been in her family for
generations. Lindsey was pressed against the back of the chair, looking
intimidated. Her husband said, "You are so stupid. Not only did you sign
that pre-nup that allows me control your huge fortune, but you showed me
those ancient books of magic. I couldn't believe it when the stuff actually
worked." He laughed nastily and went on, "So far it's gotten me out of a
traffic ticket and has my secretary at the office, that hot redhead, ready
to jump into bed with me, once I figure out the rest of the spell." His
wife said, in a small voice, "You shouldn't be frivolous with magic, Ronald.
You shouldn't use it for... the wrong purposes. Those forces have a way of
balancing the scales."
"Yeah, whatever," he said with a dismissive wave of his large hand. "You
can tell me all about it after I use the new spell I cooked up. It's going
to turn you into a total sexpot, not the mousey little nothing you are now."
Actually, she was quite attractive in a petite, modest way, but he had never
been able to see that. "And," he continued, "you are going to be super hot
for any man who gets near you. I am going to have a night to remember
before you turn back into your drab self." Her delicate fingers closed
around the amulet she wore and she whispered a few words that he couldn't
hear. Ronald snickered and added, "I even have something perfect for you to
wear, waiting in the guest bedroom."
With a dramatic gesture he raised both arms and spoke words dark and
powerful. The air shimmered, the spacious room grew dark, and then light
returned slowly. Ronald stared at his wife and said, "I can't believe it
didn't work." When he heard his own voice he touched his throat, standing
there frozen. Lindsey smiled resignedly and said, "I warned you, Ronald.
Or should I call you... Ronette?" She stood and walked to the hand-carved
sideboard, then gestured to its mirrored back-piece. He came forward numbly
and gaped at the image that looked back at him. Mr. Rich was staring at his
dream woman, naked, with long platinum blond hair, a high-cheek-boned and
full-lipped face, long neck, and a bust like a pair of overgrown melons.
His voice, now high and soft, uttered the words, "This isn't possible." His
wife sighed and said, "It's quite possible, husband dearest. You see, this
amulet which was passed down to me, carries a powerful protection spell.
And it didn't just prevent me from becoming what you wanted, it visited that
transformation on you." Just then, Deke, the pool man, appeared at the
room's door. He said hesitantly, "I'm sorry, Miss, but did Mr. Rich call
for me from the window?" He tried not to stare at the unclothed figure who
stood with a slender hairless forearm across her impressively large breasts,
and a little hand trying to cover her shaved female mound. Lindsey paused
only for a few seconds before a light came on in her pale blue eyes. She
said, "He did call for you, Deke. But then he got a message on his cell
phone. Anyway, he is thrilled with the job you've been doing for us and
wanted to reward you in some... special... way. That's why he got Ronette
here for you to enjoy, in absolutely any way you like. There are even some
things for her to wear, in the spare bedroom. You can watch her get dressed
and then you can undress her, or make her strip for you. And she is
insatiable. Make sure she gets lots of loving." She eyed the bulging
crotch of his jeans significantly. Deke shrugged and said, "Well, if Mr.
Rich wants me to have her."
"Oh," Lindsey insisted, "he does. And so do I."
The tall lanky young man walked right up to Ronette and put his arm through
hers. She was almost pulled off her feet as Deke kept moving, tugging her
toward the bedroom. Ron had no intention of going in there, dressing like a
stripper, and letting himself be touched by another male. Of course not.
Yet he couldn't help himself. His spell included a nymphomaniac personality
for his wife, but now it was controlling him. As he walked he was aware of
how his balloon boobs bobbed and his broad jutting ass swayed. Worst of
all, the spot between his creamy thighs was throbbing, burning. When his
hand had gone down there in a hopeless effort to be modest, he had been
stunned to feel no male parts. This was unthinkably awful. Instead of
protesting, however, he put an arm around Deke's shoulders and gave his
solid bicep an appreciative squeeze. The pool man chuckled and patted
Ronette's irresistible backside. Then they were at the bed. Deke whistled
softly when he saw what was laid out there, a half-cup bra, high-cut
panties, both in pink, and stripper shoes with four inch heels. Ronette
said weakly, "I don't think I can stand with those on my feet." Deke
assured her, "I won't let you stand for very long, honey. Now get into your
working clothes so you can take them off again for me, like the boss lady
said." The boss lady? Ron realized how true that identification was. His
wife suddenly held all the power. His only consolation was that the spell
lasted for just 24 hours.
Driven by his new persona, Ronette smilingly made a show of stepping into
the panties and pulling them sensually up her long legs. Then she wriggled
into the bra which, she was glad to see, closed in the front. In a sultry
voice she asked Deke, "How do you like me so far?" He grinned and told her,
"Not as much as I'm going to like you in about five minutes. But get those
bang-me shoes on and lets see a few moves. You can hold onto that tall bed
post and pretend it's one of your stripper poles. Then you can get on your
knees and pretend we're in a dark alley." Ron felt sick but, instead of
acting on that, he ran his hands over his desirable breasts, shuddering at
the current of sexual electricity that ran through him as he played with his
jutting nipples, where the top halves of his boobs rested on the bra that
exposed more than it covered. With one hand on the bed post he writhed like
a serpent. Deke licked his lips and started unbuttoning his shirt. Then he
stepped close to grab the front of Ronette's bra and unhook it. The
crescents fell away and the pool man slipped the entire thing off him.
Ronette finished opening Deke's shirt and bent forward to lick his chest.
She tasted the horny male's sweat and smelled his musk. Unbidden, the
blonde's fingers went to her partner's belt and undid it. She released the
clasp of his jeans and lowered his fly, reaching in to massage his member,
which was enviably large. Then, feeling like he was in a dream, Ron sank to
his knees. No, no, no, his male voice screamed in his head. Yes, yes, yes,
Ronette's breathy insistence answered in the same place. Her talented
fingers lowered Deke's shorts and deftly brought his cock to a full, eight
inch erection. She let her hot breath caress it for a moment before she
extended her tongue and gave it an experimental lick, making Deke sigh and
place his hands possessively on the back of her head.
Ron couldn't believe that he was trapped in an overly female body, putting
his lips around a man's organ. And the guy was somebody he paid to work and
could fire with a word. But now Deke was pressing himself deeper into
Ronette's accommodating throat, feeding her inch after inch, until his heavy
balls were resting on her smooth chin. She fellated him expertly, making it
last, as much for her pleasure as for his. Ron, however, was getting
absolutely NO pleasure from delivering an expert blowjob, having wiry pubic
hairs tickle his nose, and feeling Deke grip his ears. Ronette brought her
lover of the moment to the brink of release several times before sliding her
lips lovingly off his shaft and saying in a smoky voice, "Wouldn't you
rather have me on that bed now, stud?" Deke took a breath and said, "You
know I would, babe." He helped her to her feet and told her, "Lose the
panties but keep on the shoes. I love what they say about you." Yeah, Ron
thought helplessly, they say I'm the slut my wife has turned me into. Or
rather, I turned myself into. Or that the amulet... But his inner
monologue was interrupted by Deke lowering him onto his back and stroking
his smooth pussy. Ronette purred and ground her broad hips as waves of
stimulation washed over her. She moaned, "That's it, lover, get me nice and
wet for that super-sized man-meat of yours." She even giggled, to Ron's
horror. Against his masculine side's will, he spread his legs invitingly.
Deke, naked now, knelt between those alluring thighs, ran his hands over
them, and moved closer. Ronette said in a lustful tone, "Get any nearer and
you'll be inside me, sweets." That was all Deke needed to hear. He pushed
the thick head of his tool into her ready womanhood and kept going, filling
her and making her moan. Ron was horrified at the positive ways he was
reacting to this invasion. As Deke thrust into him, he shoved back, making
it better for both of them.
The lovemaking became impassioned, enflamed, animalistic. Ronette, it
turned out, was a talker who used blatantly sexual language to urge Deke to
ever more uncontrolled action. He hammered her until she had a quaking
orgasm. She loved it. Ron, simultaneously, felt utterly violated. And
Deke couldn't believe what a gift his usually arrogant and unlikable boss
Ron had given him. He would have to thank the bastard next time he saw him.
Ronette, breathing hard as she came down from her erotic high, saw Lindsey
peeping through the slightly opened bedroom door. She winked at the
smirking wife. Ron wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. But he could
only stay where he was, the panting young man atop him, until Deke said the
words Ronette longed to hear, "Sweet Cheeks, I'm ready for round two." And
Ron felt ill when he heard his ruling female persona respond, "Well, let me
lick that rod clean and we'll be ready to go, Mister." The second session
was longer than the first, now that Deke had spurted his spunk into
Ronette's willing body. He took lots of time and gave her two more orgasms
before he let himself shoot another load. Then he rolled off and murmured a
sleepy thank you. He would have kissed her but she had licked both their
sex fluids off his cock. And was moving downward to do it again. Ronette
really was a slutty ho.
After the pool man was gone, Lindsey strolled back into the room, looking
quite pleased and confident. She said to Ron, "That was some show. Sorry I
didn't record it. But I'll take some photos with my cell phone for you to
keep and cherish." She laughed, sounding unlike her usual self. Then there
was a tentative knock on the open door behind them. She turned and was
amused to see Armando, the Cuban gardener, and Chunk, the powerful Black
auto mechanic. Chunk said, "I heard Mr. Rich calling us, Ma'am. He said to
come right up here. That it was something important."
"It certainly is," said Lindsey, loving that the spell seemed to have a mind
of its own. Ronette sat up in bed, smiled broadly and said, to Ron's
shocked dismay, "Oh, yummy. A threesome."
Several hours later, when Lindsey confronted a sex-wrecked Ronette, who
should have been sated but was still hungry for more, the spread-eagled, cum
smeared girl lifted her head and said, "That was something I'll never
forget." Lindsey nodded and added, "Neither will Ron. You get some sleep,
dear, and I'll talk to him tomorrow after he's himself again."
"Aww," Ronette pouted, "no more fun for me?"
"Sorry, we ran out of hard cocks."
The next day, Lindsey stood before her chastened husband. Now it was him in
the wingback chair, naked and wrapped in a bed sheet that smelled of
intercourse, pressed against the upholstery, while she stood over him. She
said, "We're going to re-write that pre-nup, change your job at the office
of MY company, and tell your secretary it's her job to keep you in line.
I'll be running the show from now on. I never wanted to use my family
magic, but you've forced my hand."
He said tearfully, his lower lip trembling, "You don't understand..."
"I don't understand WHAT, Ronald? The way our life is going to be from now
on?"
"No. You don't understand my spell. The one... I tried to cast over...
you."
"Oh," she said, interested. "The one that backfired. Boomeranged. What
about it?"
He told her, sounding scared, "It wasn't just for last night. It takes
effect on the last day of every month. I made it that way to keep you in
line and for... my fun. But now..." She chuckled and finished his sentence
for him, "But now it's going to turn YOU into the blond bustalicious
bimbette Ronette every 30 days or so, and you'll be on the prowl for men to
screw you silly. You'll be begging for it. Oh, Ron, that's just too funny.
Talk about your obvious poetic justice. Well, be careful what you wish for
me, because it might end up being for you. Don't worry, though. If I can't
get enough men to keep you busy here, I can always dump you off at some
sleazy bar or just put you on a street corner in the red light district.
And you'll have all the days in between to think about it and how much fun
it will be every time... for Ronette."
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