Closer she would come; bending over to look at a shell, maybe wading in the water as one of the waves gave up its life to tickle the toes of a pretty ...woman. At that point I would realize she was quite pretty and ... and my heart would flutter as she tossed her hair and started walking over to me. But always it was what it was, a fantasy leaving a sour taste. Each time this happened I would go inside and try to find something to distract me.In the end I realized there was no chance of a fairy. ???? "Mmm, lovely," my Lord whispers into my ear. He pinches my breasts and buttock, rubs his paw between my legs. I know what's coming next: my Master is not one for pretty talk and silly caresses. Nor am I mistaken: a few moments later, he opens my thighs and I feel his scaly, spiky cock drive itself inexorably into my cunt. ??? ?Being fucked by the Lord is a great honor for any witch. Nonetheless, with great honor comes great pain. My neck is squeezed and stretched; my lungs burn; and yet,. Rolling off, I knew she needed to get her breath. I walked over to her suitcase looking for something to fuck her with. I found her hairbrush. It had a long handle and was covered with a ridged rubber piece. I carried it to the bed. She lay still with her legs spread breathing hard. Her pussy was gapped open. Opening her little lips further I slipped the handle into her pussy, her eyes opened as she looked between her legs to see what she was being fucked with. Her head went back as I pushed. He was about to leave when he realised he didn’t have any shoes on. It was when he went to put them on that he realised he couldn’t find them anywhere in the room. He frowned. Where the hell are my shoes? he wondered, somewhat annoyed. He didn’t think it odd that he was more concerned about missing shoes than where exactly he was.He left the room, or tried to, as the door turned out to be locked and there appeared to be no way of unlocking it. Now his fear from earlier reappeared. He considered.