Another night alone, Jenny thought to herself while driving home from work. “Will I ever find love?” she wondered.
Right at that moment she glanced up at a billboard: “Psychic, Fortune Telling… Learn your future. Next Exit.” Jenny had never seen it before, despite driving this way almost every single day for work. The exit was approaching quickly.
“Fuck it. At least I’ll know if I’m going to be alone forever,” she said half-heartedly. She was never really the type to believe in that sort of thing, but the billboard had made her curious.
She pulled off the exit and looked in both directions. She noticed the faintest light a few blocks away and decided she would check that out, then turn around and go home if it wasn’t the place. As she approached, the neon pink sign became clearer: Psychic, Fortune Teller, Illusionist.
That hadn’t been on the billboard. What the hell is an illusionist—a magician? she thought as she pulled in. This place is creepy, she decided, staring at the tiny shack of a building that wasn’t completely run-down but also not very well kept.
“Fuck it. I have nothing to lose,” she said to herself as she opened the car door and approached the entrance. She swung the door open and was met with the smallest room she had ever seen—only a single chair and another door. She reached for the second door and tugged, but it was locked.
She went to sit in the chair, but before she could, the other door swung open. Out came a person a foot shorter than her five-foot-two frame, wearing a dark black hooded cloak that covered all but his mouth and hands.
“Hello, dear. Follow me. Jennifer, is it?” he said in a somewhat raspy voice.
She hesitantly followed him into the next room, a small space with a desk in the corner and a couch against the back wall.
“Uh, yes. Most people call me Jenny. How did you—” she started to say before being interrupted.
“I also know you can read,” he snipped. “I’m a very powerful psychic and illusionist.”
“Like a magician?” Jenny chuckled.
“Be careful, girl,” the man said sternly. He walked over, grabbed a rose from behind his desk, and handed it to her. “Take this and sit.”
Jenny took it and sat down.
“Smell it,” he ordered.
Jenny smelled it. It smelled like a rose.
“Rip a petal and bite it,” he ordered.
“Bite it?” Jenny questioned.
“Yes.”
Jenny raised it slowly to her mouth and took a bite.
“Blah, gross,” she said, spitting it out.
The old man snapped his fingers, and poof—the rose was gone completely.
“Whoa,” Jenny said, impressed.
“Do you still taste the rose?”
Jenny thought for a second. “Uhm, yeah, actually, I do.” She was completely confused.
“That’s because it was real. I am no magician. I can create and eliminate real things. So do not get confused by my size. I am very powerful.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I just wanted to know if I’m ever going to find love. I always seem to pick the wrong guys and end up hurt and alone,” Jenny admitted.
“Dear, it’s because you are chasing after what you think you want, not what will actually make you happy,” he said sincerely.
“Well, what the hell do I want?” Jenny said, frustrated.
“I have a method for this, but I must warn you. You should be very careful with how far you take this. You can go as far as you want, but be warned—you may regret it,” he warned.
“Take what?” Jenny said, confused.
“I will show you your perfect man—personality, body, everything. You can ask him anything or do anything with him while he is here. You have one hour. After that he will vanish like the rose. Although I could bring him back, I have to limit this. Otherwise people would just ask me to bring back their perfect partner endlessly.”
“So why do I need to be so careful? Is it dangerous?” Jenny asked.
“No, no, not dangerous. But this man will be the best of everything you have ever experienced. If you kiss him, you will most likely never find a man who kisses as well as he kissed you. And so on and so forth,” the old man continued.
“Okay, then what the hell is the point?” Jenny rebutted.
“The point is to see that the type of man you currently go after—rich, cocky, rough around the edges—isn’t what you actually want.”
“Okay, I’ll be careful. Can I see this guy already? It’s already getting late,” Jenny said in anticipation.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered.
Jenny obliged. A second later she heard a different voice.
“Jenny. Hey, beautiful.”
Jenny opened her eyes. A tall, broad, dark-haired man with the most beautiful blue eyes was standing over her with his arms out. Jenny stood and approached him for a hug. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her in. Damn—she understood the warning. This was the best hug she had ever received: so safe and comforting.
She backed up toward the couch and sat down. He sat next to her. She glanced around and noticed the old man was nowhere to be found.
“I’m Matt, by the way,” he said, smiling at her.
Her eyes returned to his. She blushed.
“Hi, Matt,” she said nervously.
“You don’t have to be nervous, Jenny. You’re in control here,” he comforted her, placing his hand on her leg near her knee.
Wow, he is so caring… and I’m in control, she thought. That’s certainly different from any guy she’s ever dated.
“I had so many questions I was going to ask you, but I can’t remember a single one now. You’re so handsome,” Jenny admitted.
Matt chuckled. “It’s okay. Just relax. It will come back to you,” he said, rubbing his hand softly up and down her thigh.
Matt’s touch was getting Jenny flustered.
“Umm, okay. How about while I think, you take your shirt off so I can see my perfect body?” Jenny giggled.
Without hesitation, Matt stood up and pulled his shirt off. As he stood right in front of Jenny, she couldn’t help but notice his bulge. It was huge. She could almost make out the entire shape of his dick. She looked up to see his chiseled body. As he was sitting back down, she blurted out,
“And your pants too.”
Matt chuckled again and stood back up. He unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, standing in front of Jenny in just his tight boxer briefs. She was staring now. She could make out his entire dick—bigger than anything she had ever seen.
“Can I sit now?” Matt teased.
Jenny looked up at him. Without breaking eye contact, she reached out with her hand and caressed his soft dick, softly gripping and tracing the outline.
“Maybe,” she flirted softly.
Matt stood and smiled at her. “Take your time. I don’t mind standing.”
Jenny looked back down at his bulge. It was starting to get slightly bigger. She tugged at his briefs and pulled them to the floor. His dick bounced out as the elastic waistband passed it.
“Holy shit,” Jenny said. It was big and thick, with a thick head and tight, round balls. She just stared for a minute before grabbing it in her hand and slowly stroking it, feeling the length and thickness. She looked back up at Matt, who was looking down, smiling at her.
“You look so beautiful,” he said softly.
Jenny giggled and grabbed at his hips, pulling him to sit back down next to her. Matt flopped down beside her. Their eyes locked again as Jenny’s hand found Matt’s dick once more. Jenny leaned in, and Matt met her for a kiss. One kiss turned into another, then another, until their tongues were dancing and swirling around each other.
Matt’s hands wandered over her body. One of them moved to her breast, gripping it firmly and massaging it as they continued to make out. Jenny felt his dick grow in her hand while she kept slowly stroking it. Matt pulled at the bottom of her shirt. They broke their kiss just long enough to pull her shirt and bra off in one swift motion, leaving her perfect teardrop-shaped breasts fully exposed. Matt ran his hand back up to her breasts, squeezing one again and using his thumb to rub her nipple, feeling it get harder.
Meanwhile, Jenny was stroking his cock slowly but consistently, focusing on how it felt growing in her hand and noticing the strokes taking longer as it lengthened. Then she thought about it inside her and how it would feel. She had never had a dick this long or thick, so she was sure to be stretched a bit. She thought about what the old man had said—was she going to ruin sex for the rest of her life?—but she justified it by telling herself that everyone technically has the best sex of their life at some point if they aren’t a virgin. She decided it was worth the risk.
She grabbed Matt by his hair and gently guided his head down to her chest. He began sucking and kissing around her nipples while massaging her breasts. She lifted her ass enough to pull her pants and panties off. They were both sitting naked, touching each other.
One of Matt’s hands released her breast and slid down to her upper thigh. Jenny’s legs shot open, anticipating his touch on her pussy, which was already quite wet. Her breathing grew heavy as his hand inched toward her. A shockwave went through her body as his finger split her lips and rubbed softly and slowly on her clit.
Matt kissed up her chest and back to her mouth. Their lips locked, tongues wrestling again. This time she would pull away just for a split second to catch her breath or let out a soft moan into his mouth. His finger began sliding up and down the entire length of her pussy until he slipped two fingers straight into her hole.
“Ohhh yess,” she let out instinctively. It had been a while since she had been touched like this.
His fingers curled and slid back and forth slowly. Her constant moans and heavy breathing had become too intense to continue kissing, so Matt kissed his way back to her perfect breasts. Now his tongue ran back and forth on her nipples, switching between them, sucking and kissing them. Meanwhile Jenny had been stroking him the entire time, feeling as his dick became fully hard, standing tall and so thick. She couldn’t help but think about him sliding it inside her. It was bringing her close to the edge, and Matt could tell. He increased the speed at which his fingers were rubbing her walls, feeling them getting tighter around his fingers.
“Uhhh, you’re gonna make me cum,” Jenny exclaimed.
Matt looked up at her. “I know, baby,” he said seductively.
“Ohhh fuck, I’m cumming, yessss oh yess,” she blurted out shakily as her hips bucked and her body squirmed, until she collapsed back. Matt started to kiss her neck until she recovered.
Without a word she stood up and then knelt in front of him. She grabbed his dick and brought it to her lips. Matt just leaned back and watched as she started to kiss all around the tip and slowly down the shaft.
“It’s so big,” she said, almost in disbelief.
“It’s perfect for you, remember?” Matt joked back.
“I don’t think I can fit all this in my mouth.” Jenny had always prided herself on deep-throating her previous partners.
“Maybe you don’t want to be able to fit it all. Maybe you want something that you can just conquer.”
Not the response Jenny was expecting, but she was ready to try it. She kissed back up to the tip and then swirled her tongue around it. She opened her mouth and slid the tip in, sucking it tightly and flicking his hole with her tongue.
“You’re so perfect, Jenny. You suck my dick so well, baby,” Matt moaned.
Jenny loved the praise and had a feeling there was a lot more to come—much different from what she was used to. She was used to being face-fucked and treated like a slut with nothing but a slap on the ass afterward indicating her partner had enjoyed it.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed around his dick. Her head was bobbing up and down slowly, taking more and more of him each time she went down. She stopped around halfway and just steadily bobbed up and down, sucking tightly.
“Yes, Jenny, just like that. I love feeling those beautiful lips wrapped around my dick,” Matt said. His breathing intensified.
Jenny opened her throat a bit more and went down even further, taking all but a couple of inches.
“Oh shit, Jenny, I’ve never had anything like you. Fuck, it feels so good, baby,” Matt exclaimed.
Jenny was bobbing quickly, staying deep, never coming above halfway down. “Guawwk… guaak… gwauukkk…” over and over again. Matt moaned loudly.
“Ohhh yes… uhhh… fuuu… ohh…”
Finally, Jenny popped her head off his dick and hopped into his lap, straddling him, feeling his wet, slobbery cock pressing between her pussy lips. Once again they erupted into wet, aggressive making out. Matt’s hands gripped her ass and pulled her tighter to him, directing her hips to rock back and forth so his dick was sliding against her clit. He picked her up, maintaining their kiss, and laid her on her back. He started to kiss down her body—to her neck, down to her breasts, her nipples, down to her stomach—kissing all the way down slowly. Once he was right above her pussy, her hands ran through his hair and her hips rocked, craving the feel of his tongue. Slowly he slid his tongue between her lips right onto her clit, flicking gently up and down. She was steadily moaning, her hips still rocking. She felt his finger circling her entrance until finally they slid in.
“Ohhh fuck, babe,” she said as they slid in.
Matt continued to lick her clit and finger her for a while until he felt her tug gently at his hair. He climbed back on top of her, their bodies pressed tightly, his dick once again splitting her lips and sliding against her clit.
Jenny couldn’t take it any longer. “Put it inside me, Matt. I need to feel you deep inside me,” she whispered into his ear.
Matt adjusted his hips so the tip was pressed against her hole. He applied gentle pressure, but not enough for it to go in—she was very tight after all. Jenny was already moaning in anticipation. Matt pushed and slid the tip in.
“Oh yes,” Jenny moaned into his ear, wiggling her hips trying to get more in. Matt pushed little by little, getting about halfway and just thrusting slow strokes like that for a while. Jenny moaned consistently the entire time.
Jenny reached down and spread her pussy open, her fingers feeling each time Matt pushed and pulled inside her. He put himself in halfway and held himself there while he kissed her deeply. Jenny’s hand slid down even further, gripping the bottom half of his dick. She loved how it felt in her hand—so thick and heavy. She stroked the bottom half of his shaft while the top half was inside her, making out intensely, moaning into each other’s mouths. Her stroking turned more into a tug, as if trying to pull more of him inside her. She broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.
“I want to feel you all the way inside me, deeper than I’ve ever felt.”
There was no answer. Their lips met again. Matt pulled all the way back to the tip, then slowly eased himself inside her. He got halfway—to where he had been holding it moments before—then slowed even more, pushing deeper inside her.
“Oh yeah, I love your cock. Oh, it feels so good. Fuck yes.” Her hands wrapped around his hips, feeling them getting closer and closer to hers.
“Hoooollyyyy shiiiit… oh my… uhh… ff… I’m gonna cum.”
He could feel her body tensing, her hands gripping him hard as he got close to being fully inside her. He thrusted the last inch inside her, colliding with her body.
“Ohhhhh yesss… yes… oh shit… you feel sooo fuckingg gooood,” Jenny whined as her body convulsed, her fingers digging into him, holding him tight against her. Her hips started rocking underneath him.
“Harder. Fuck me harder, Matt.”
With a constant motion he would pull back about halfway and then slam it back inside her. Jenny lay there with her eyes shut, focusing on how he made her feel, screaming and moaning each time he bottomed out inside her. Matt could feel her pussy already starting to tighten around him again.
“Cum again for me, Jenny,” he demanded as he slammed his hips down on her, grinding them back and forth.
She lost it again, unable to get any words out—just grunting and moaning as her entire body shook. She lay there limp, Matt resting still fully inside her.
When Jenny came back to her senses she pulled herself off of him and sat up. She nudged him to sit back and crawled on top of him, straddling him. She reached back, grabbed his dick, and guided it to her hole.
“Uhhhhh yeeessss,” she said as she sat down on the tip. She slowly worked her way down and held him there, rocking her hips.
“You make my pussy feel so full,” she whispered before leaning in and kissing his neck. Matt’s hands caressed her back.
Jenny’s head perked up again. “I want to feel you cum inside me,” she said as she started lifting her hips and slamming them back down.
“Mmmm, I’d love that,” he murmured. He looked down. Her breasts were swaying with the motion, colliding with his chest each time her hips slammed down. He grabbed them in each hand, steadying them and rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. He looked over her back and watched her plump ass go up and then slam back down on him.
Jenny tried to sit up more, but he pulled her back so she was leaning toward him.
“I love you just like this so I can look over your shoulder and see that beautiful ass bouncing on me.”
“Mmm, you like that, don’t you? And squeezing on my boobs,” she said before kissing at his neck again.
Matt glanced up and saw the clock. Shit, only five minutes left, he thought to himself. His hands slid down to her ass, just following the motion at first, then gripping it and speeding her up—lifting her high, then letting go and letting her slam back down.
“Oh yeah, just like that.” He could feel himself getting closer.
“I can’t wait to feel you shoot deep inside me,” she whispered in his ear.
His hands had taken full control of her hips, picking her up and slamming her back down on his dick.
“Holy shit, I think I’m gonna cum again. Oh my… fuccckk.” Jenny loved how strong he felt, how easily it seemed for him to just slide her up and down the entire length of his cock.
“Cum deep inside me, baby,” she said again.
“Yeah? Oh, I’m gonna cum so deep inside you and just hold myself inside you so you can feel my cock throbbing,” Matt said, feeling himself getting closer.
“Ohhhh yessss… uhhhuuhhhh,” Jenny yelped, cumming again. Feeling her pussy tighten and throb while he slid in and out of her sent him over the edge. He pulled her down on him for the final time, held himself as deep as he could, and began cumming inside of her, spurting in pulses.
“Uhhhhh,” he groaned.
She lay there in his lap, his arms wrapped around her, holding her.
“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever had three orgasms in a month, let alone in one hour,” Jenny expressed.
“Oh shit—one hour,” Matt said in a panic. He lifted her off his lap and sat her next to him, then jumped off the couch and grabbed her clothes.
“What? What’s wrong, Matt?” Jenny asked, confused.
He tossed her clothes to her. “I’m sorry. I don’t have time to explain, but trust me—you’re gonna want to put those back on, and fast,” he said, wrestling his own clothes back on.
Jenny stood up and put her shirt and pants back on, holding her bra and panties.
“Okay, can you tell me what the hell is going on?” Jenny said, frustrated.
Matt leaned in to kiss her. She closed her eyes and met his lips. As she pulled away she opened her eyes….
He was gone.
“Matt?”
“He’s gone,” the old man’s monotone voice said.
“OH SHIT,” Jenny said, startled, her eyes darting to the old man sitting at the desk where he had been previously.
“I told you—one hour, dear. Looks like you lost track of time,” he said plainly.
“Were you here the whole time?” Jenny asked, almost afraid of the answer.
“Well, did you see me here?” he asked in return.
“No,” she answered. He gave her a look that suggested that was answer enough.
“Was he… real?” Jenny asked quietly.
The old man tilted his head slightly. “Did he feel real to you?”
“Yes,” she said. “Too real.”
He studied her for a moment, then offered a faint, almost weary smile. “Then that is all that matters. Some illusions linger longer then others"
She walk out and sat in her car, she felt his cum leaking out of her and chuckled
"Well at least I know what size dildo to buy" she laughed
The old man sat on his couch "They never seem to figure it out" he said to himself