So you’ve just heard the story of Queen Tiye’s Chastity Hell from the blog of Ms. Jenna. What waits you now on the next installment of the Enchantrix Enchanted Forest?
As you stumble away from the castle of the Vampire Queen, the path looks fairly deserted. You’re rather grateful for this, as you’ve seen quite a few adventures already for the evening.
The night is cool and windy. The moon shines high overhead. The trees that form a canopy over the path creak softly as you pass underneath. The path makes a sharp curve to the right, and the wind picks up suddenly.
Better The Devil You Know
As you round the curve, a figure steps out from behind a tree. You see it’s dressed in what appears to be a standard slutty devil costume, complete with horns and tail and pitchfork and, of course, mountains of cleavage. But what’s disconcerting about this devil is that it’s also wearing what appears to be a Guy Fawkes mask that half-glows in the dark, making the whole effect a little…unsettling.
She’s also wearing a black hooded cape with a dazzling red dress underneath and thigh-high black patent-leather high-heeled boots. The hood on the cape is pulled up to the edge of her horns. Between the cape itself and the mask, there’s nothing to reveal her identity.
She sweeps in front you, cutting off your path. You try to step around her, but she stops you with her hands on your shoulders. Again, you try to push your way past, but some otherworldly strength holds you in place. The hands on your shoulders begin to push downwards, and before you’ve even realized what you’re doing, you’re on your knees in front of her.
What’s Under That Dress?
The mask smirks down at you. She takes her hand off your left shoulder, still holding you firmly in place with the other. Her free hand pulls the hem of her skirt up past her hips. There’s enough light from the moon that you can see what she was hiding. It’s a black leather strap on harness with an impressively-sized red dildo in it. Oh. Ohhhhh….
Even without her gentle hand on the back of your head, guiding you down on to it, you would still have to wrap your lips around that thing. You simply can’t help yourself. It’s oddly warm in your mouth, unlike the cold feel of normal dildos. But you don’t think about it as you slide your mouth up and down the length of it.
This goes on for quite some time, you moving your head up and down and her helping you. The mask continues to smirk down at you and give you a troubling feeling in the pit of your stomach, so you try not to look up at it. You merely continue sucking, like a good boy.
Let’s Get Rid Of Those Pants
After a while of that, she motions for you to stand. You do, feeling your cock throbbing hard in your pants. She leads you to a nearby tree and gestures for you to turn around and take off those restricting pants. Again, you couldn’t have refused, even if you had wanted to…and you most certainly do not want to.
Your pants and underwear are around your ankles in the blink of an eye. She pushes you forward to lean against the tree. You grip the wrinkled bark in your hands and arch your back. You feel first an oiled finger penetrate your ass, and then a second one. The third one follows in short order. When she takes her fingers out, you feel oddly empty.
That feeling doesn’t last long, though. She lines the head of the infernally large dildo up with your hole and pushes the whole thing in with one thrust. Your legs start to tremble almost immediately. She grabs you by the hips and fucks you. There’s no gentleness in her, no mercy at all for your poor little hole–only wild abandon.
She fucks you a long while until you feel your orgasm building. Then, with one final thrust, she hits your prostate hard and drives the cum right out of your cock. It squirts all over the tree you’re leaning against.
Was She Ever Really There?
She pulls out as you’re trying to catch your breath. The wind picks up again, and she just…disappears. The damned mask clatters to the ground, but she’s just…gone. You blink several times in disbelief as you both try to figure out what just happened and also pull your pants and underwear back up.
You continue your walk, albeit more gingerly now than earlier, and wonder what the hell happened. Who was that mysterious woman? Why on earth was she wearing a strap on out in the woods like that? Was she hoping for someone to come along so that she could do some pegging this cool Halloween evening? How did she just disappear like that? Was she ever really there….?
These questions plague you as you keep walking. You don’t realize how long you’ve been walking and turning them over and over in your mind until you reach Mistress Claire’s dark part of the forest….
I Love This Blog Train Post. I wish there was more on this storyline. Great Job Mistress Autumn!!!!
Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it because I enjoyed writing it. Who knows, maybe the strap on devil will return at some point in the future! 😉
Ooh, those strap-on forest devils will get you every time! *giggle*
You know if it involves pegging, or any kind of ass play, I’m here for it, Miss Autumn! But this tale of deep silicone dicking was particularly alluring!
Thank you so much, Miss Rachel. I’m glad you liked it!
“She fucks you a long while until you feel your orgasm building. Then, with one final thrust, she hits your prostate hard and drives the cum right out of your cock. It squirts all over the tree you’re leaning against”
If a man cums in a forest alone by some mystical succubus, did he really cum or was it a Mind fuck? 😏😏
What do you think, fellas?
I think 💬🤔 I want to go to this forest
You’re welcome anytime!
It’s a very poplar forest fantasy. Especially when being ash saulted by an extra larch dildo.
Maple some day he will know what oak curred, birch ya never know. As long as he doesn’t arbor a grudge.
I think it can go whichever way we want it to, Ms. Erika!
I think it was both. It’s a mind fuck that made him cum. I also think he’s doomed to submit to this mind fuck whenever, and wherever, the succubus desires!
I feel oddly empty myself after reading this and wished I was being filled with your big strapon cock. Thank you for writing a great story, Miss Autumn…
You are most welcome. Thank you for reading, and I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Ohh Mahh Gawdddd was she even there I think his ass can tell you YES
Hehe, absolutely!
Wonderful story Ms. Autumn. I definitely need to do a sexy texting session with you.
Thank you, I’m so glad you liked it!
Hope I didn’t overdo it on the puns Mistress Autumn! Sometimes I should just leaf well alone! After all my bark is worse than my blight!
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Mistress Autumn, this is Sissy Slut Samantha. I really enjoyed your pegging blog post. All the posts on the Loctober blog train have been really good.
I am a faggot slut and slave. Being fucked in my ass pussy is one of the things I seek actively and love when I get it. I have never been fucked bending over in the woods but reading your story makes me want it badly just like you described it. Whether a man blows his load up in my sissy pussy or a dominant woman wears me out with a huge strap-on, I love being on all fours or just bent over taking it for as long as the person fucking me can give it to me.
Thanks for an exciting post that gave me some new goals for ways to get fucked.
LOL, glad to help!