The Voodoo Speak
This is a story that my grandfather told me. It happened to him when he was a young man and he worked as a lawyer. At that time, he earned very well and, because he was not married, he spent a lot of his money having fun at night in bars and in brothels.
It was on one of those nights that he went to bed with the hottest whore he'd ever known, named Carmen, in a room filled with candles and the scent of roses. He always described the scene with such enthusiasm that it was possible to feel that wet little mouth, which fitted perfectly to any stick. The firm, rounded breasts that escaped from the white shirt and were within reach of her mouth as she rode on her lap. The curly hair that swayed, untamed, with every stroke she gave. The soft fingers that clutched tightly to his hair and those red nails that had fun, or else, tearing the thin skin from his back. She bit her fleshy mouth to make it even sharper and whimpered when he stood up to fuck. In the meantime, Carmen was not inside and enjoyed her work in the back of her shirt, crying all over her stick.
That would be just a trance to be remembered, but in the days that followed, strange things bothered him. Sudden pricks and pinches were felt on his dick, just as erections occurred at the most inopportune moments. One morning, he was about to go to trial, when someone knocked on the door of his office:
- I think you remember me - it was Carmen, this time all covered up, behaving like a lady.
He quickly let her in, fearing that someone would recognize her and that would damage his prestige. The subject matter was about the case he was defending, which would be judged soon, and in which the owner intended to close Carmen's brothel and take back the property. She tried to convince my grandfather to secretly favor her in the case, but nothing would harm a client.
That's when she opened her bag and pulled out a phallus, a pinto, made of leather and stuffed, she said, with the fabric of her sweater, boiled next to the sperm, a drop of sanque and the hair of the man she wished to seduce. Of course, this sounded like nonsense to my grandfather, but the demonstration then began. She licked and sucked the tip of the phallus, looking into his eyes, fixedly. At the same time, he felt every touch of that tongue, as if it was inside his pants, running through the head of his stick and swallowing it, leaving the member more and more. Then she bites the phallus and he is left to cling to the desk hard, enduring the pain and looking back in disbelief, until she locks the punishment and that was just a warning that he could get out of the audience, if he didn't change his mind.
Later, in court, he tried to lead the defense, but his cock gave signals that Carmen was nearby. The member seemed to be tight and pulsating with hardness, while my grandfather was breathing deeply and trying to disguise the erection. That's when Carmen came in to testify, and the moment she sat down, the sensation intensified, in a pressure wave from top to bottom. He knew that the phallus was there, under that skirt, stuck in Carmen's tight thigh. The hardness was spreading, and he could already feel Carmen's weight on his, even without touching it, having to close his eyes and lean against the table for a few moments before finishing the sentence he had begun.
Carmen argued about the importance of her establishment to the male community and didn't forget to provoke my grandfather by moving discreetly in the chair. He felt her rolling over his cock and was no longer able to ask any questions. She described in detail each of her employees. The thin ankles, the thick thighs, the full breasts. It was possible to imagine the shape and feel the texture of each vagina. She then went on to describe each procedure they performed. The guided massages, enjoying those bodies, their sucking and masturbating techniques, finally arriving at the sitting skill, at which point she no longer had the decency to demonstrate either. She would rise and sit in the chair, first slowly, pushing and groping, then re-accelerating and accelerating.
While the others were only imagining the treatment, my grandfather felt every movement, which became more and more intense. The gasping breath was already evident. His dick was forcing its way out of his pants, but the only thing that could be done was to loosen the tie a little more. She kept talking and moving her butt against the chair, in deeper and deeper, faster and faster kicks. He writhed, unable to hold on any longer, until finally he interrupted, clapping his hand on the table and moaning with pleasure as the punch overflowed, spreading through his pants.
"I think you've got my point", she says with satisfaction, no longer even bothering to fake an orgasm.
The session, of course, was suspended. My grandfather remained in that empty room for a few more minutes, until his breathing returned to normal, then left, trying to hide with the suitcase the stain of what happened. He moved town after that, but he knew that Carmen had won the case and the brothel received even more customers, including judges. As for the voodoo spell, it is not known what happened, but for many years still, when he woke up in the middle of the night, stiff and joking for no reason, he knew that it was Carmen using such a little toy.
It was on one of those nights that he went to bed with the hottest whore he'd ever known, named Carmen, in a room filled with candles and the scent of roses. He always described the scene with such enthusiasm that it was possible to feel that wet little mouth, which fitted perfectly to any stick. The firm, rounded breasts that escaped from the white shirt and were within reach of her mouth as she rode on her lap. The curly hair that swayed, untamed, with every stroke she gave. The soft fingers that clutched tightly to his hair and those red nails that had fun, or else, tearing the thin skin from his back. She bit her fleshy mouth to make it even sharper and whimpered when he stood up to fuck. In the meantime, Carmen was not inside and enjoyed her work in the back of her shirt, crying all over her stick.
That would be just a trance to be remembered, but in the days that followed, strange things bothered him. Sudden pricks and pinches were felt on his dick, just as erections occurred at the most inopportune moments. One morning, he was about to go to trial, when someone knocked on the door of his office:
- I think you remember me - it was Carmen, this time all covered up, behaving like a lady.
He quickly let her in, fearing that someone would recognize her and that would damage his prestige. The subject matter was about the case he was defending, which would be judged soon, and in which the owner intended to close Carmen's brothel and take back the property. She tried to convince my grandfather to secretly favor her in the case, but nothing would harm a client.
That's when she opened her bag and pulled out a phallus, a pinto, made of leather and stuffed, she said, with the fabric of her sweater, boiled next to the sperm, a drop of sanque and the hair of the man she wished to seduce. Of course, this sounded like nonsense to my grandfather, but the demonstration then began. She licked and sucked the tip of the phallus, looking into his eyes, fixedly. At the same time, he felt every touch of that tongue, as if it was inside his pants, running through the head of his stick and swallowing it, leaving the member more and more. Then she bites the phallus and he is left to cling to the desk hard, enduring the pain and looking back in disbelief, until she locks the punishment and that was just a warning that he could get out of the audience, if he didn't change his mind.
Later, in court, he tried to lead the defense, but his cock gave signals that Carmen was nearby. The member seemed to be tight and pulsating with hardness, while my grandfather was breathing deeply and trying to disguise the erection. That's when Carmen came in to testify, and the moment she sat down, the sensation intensified, in a pressure wave from top to bottom. He knew that the phallus was there, under that skirt, stuck in Carmen's tight thigh. The hardness was spreading, and he could already feel Carmen's weight on his, even without touching it, having to close his eyes and lean against the table for a few moments before finishing the sentence he had begun.
Carmen argued about the importance of her establishment to the male community and didn't forget to provoke my grandfather by moving discreetly in the chair. He felt her rolling over his cock and was no longer able to ask any questions. She described in detail each of her employees. The thin ankles, the thick thighs, the full breasts. It was possible to imagine the shape and feel the texture of each vagina. She then went on to describe each procedure they performed. The guided massages, enjoying those bodies, their sucking and masturbating techniques, finally arriving at the sitting skill, at which point she no longer had the decency to demonstrate either. She would rise and sit in the chair, first slowly, pushing and groping, then re-accelerating and accelerating.
While the others were only imagining the treatment, my grandfather felt every movement, which became more and more intense. The gasping breath was already evident. His dick was forcing its way out of his pants, but the only thing that could be done was to loosen the tie a little more. She kept talking and moving her butt against the chair, in deeper and deeper, faster and faster kicks. He writhed, unable to hold on any longer, until finally he interrupted, clapping his hand on the table and moaning with pleasure as the punch overflowed, spreading through his pants.
"I think you've got my point", she says with satisfaction, no longer even bothering to fake an orgasm.
The session, of course, was suspended. My grandfather remained in that empty room for a few more minutes, until his breathing returned to normal, then left, trying to hide with the suitcase the stain of what happened. He moved town after that, but he knew that Carmen had won the case and the brothel received even more customers, including judges. As for the voodoo spell, it is not known what happened, but for many years still, when he woke up in the middle of the night, stiff and joking for no reason, he knew that it was Carmen using such a little toy.
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