Be Careful What You Wish For….

My name is Monica and I belong to a prestigious magic school. It’s a school that’s so wealthy that students have nicely appointed private dorm rooms and even magical items for the wizards to instruct with.

One afternoon after I had just finished my final exams I slammed my bedroom door behind me and fell back on it too tired to move. I was done for the semester and didn’t know what to do– my parents were vacationing in Europe for the summer and although the college allowed me to stay over summer break, I hadn’t anything planned until resuming studies in the fall.

As a start I thought about getting changed out of my restrictive school formals but didn’t have the energy to do so….so I stood there panting from exhaustion until my hands hiked up my skirt and automatically found my flaming red pussy. As I was alone in my room I didn’t think anything about it. I was a nymphomaniac and had known for years. While not the ideal situation, it was better than screwing all the boys in school trying to find the right partner– or partners– to meet ones deepest needs. Word does get around after awhile too– parents hate that.

I began friggig myself right there were I stood– barely even vaguely aware that I was even doing it. While better than nothing, even two fingers were too small to get me going without a lot of effort….but I had toys in the nightstand by the bed for that. They almost had me expelled by almost getting caught at inspections on more than one occasion. School administrators frowned on sex paraphernalia in the dorms. Assholes.

Finally I couldn’t wait any longer– as good as they were in an emergency– my light-skinned fingers just weren’t getting me there fast enough so with a grunt I stopped frigging myself and shoved off the door toward the nightstand.

I remembered putting my 9 inch vibrator back where it belongs in the nightstand after last week’s inspection. That’s what I remembered anyway. After yanking the bottom drawer open and rummaging around for several moments, it wasn’t there. Now I was unhorny, tired, and decidedly annoyed. I just needed some time on the bed pleasuring myself as another pick me up and then everything would be fine. Ripping the closet open and moving the step stool in place, I quickly cycled up the stairs and popped the ceiling tile, feeling around for my favorite hiding place. Still nothing.

More frustrated and angry than anything else, I was too tired and pissed off at not being able to give it to myself to keep looking for it. Away with the step stool and I sat down on the bed and debated on taking a nap and hoping that my fingers could do their magic before I feel asleep.

It seemed like nothing at the time….I opened the top drawer of the night stand and fumbled around inside knowing that it was the first place that anyone would look for– just about anything. I grabbed something that felt long and thinner like it could be a penis-shaped vibrator but it was way to hard and bumpy. Bringing it out I immediately recognized it as an old magic wand that I found in one of the attics while I was looking for something for one of the wizards a few days ago. Realizing that I had no business sneaking it into my dorm room I quickly slammed it to my quite ample bosom and looked around the empty room to see if anyone had noticed. As a first-year student they had drilled it into us that the magic wands were not toys and if used incorrectly, we would wish that we had turned ourselves into a toad– or worse.

….I was also tired, bored, and looking for some sort of action to pick up my day….

I waved the wand in the air like I had seen the instructors do a couple of times and waited. Nothing happened….or so I thought. Disgusted, I tossed the wand back in the drawer and was about to lie down when suddenly this six-foot tall dark complected Amazon woman– in three inch pumps– walked into view from behind me and stopped in front of me within easy reach….inside my personal space.

“Who the FUCK are you and how did you get in here???” I demanded. The door was locked.

“Hello Monica.” even more in shock, I spat back at her:

“How the fuck did you know my NAME?”

“You should know– YOU’re the one that called me here.” She was wearing a black decorative mask like the ones you see at masquerade parties, a black halter top tied at the base of her huge breasts, similar black pumps with black panty hose to her thighs, and a loincloth flowing down to her knees tied around the hips by a thin golden chain. After a split second’s thought, the magic wand came to mind. This wasn’t rocket science, I had used the wand incorrectly and it was a freak show– and I was the star!

“What do you want?” I was trying to get rid of this woman and it was all I could think of.

“More imporantly Monica, what do YOU want? I am here to fulfill your wildest dreams!” she declared. Enough was enough…even if I did have time for this I certainly wasn’t in the mood to humor “Amazon bitch”.

“Oh yeah? Well I don’t do chicks.”

“Good. I have something for you.” This was not the comback that I was expecting, what happened next was much more of a shock. Amazon bitch– or whoever she was– reached over to her hip and undid her loincloth letting it drop to the floor. Underneath was a huge penis and she stepped one foot in and onto the side of the bed next to me bringing her dick almost close enough to touch my boobs. Fully limp it had to be as long as my vibrator and it was getting longer and harder by the second. My eyes must have been as wide as saucers.

“Oh my God. It’s HUGE.” Her penis brushed up against my breasts as it hardened and whatever Amazon bitch was…all I could think about was that it was the best action that I had had in months. “Uh, I don’t know about this. It’s too big.” Her bulbous head reached within scant inches of my mouth and it must have been some sight to see. I sat there with my chest starting to heave very slightly with a black mule cock in front of my face begging for attention. “What’s your name?”

“You couldn’t pronounce it.” …still I sat.

“Latoya?” It was all that I could think of that seemed appropriate for a darker skinned woman.

“That will do.” and she added a wink. After that, deftly my companion grabbed her prick with one hand for aim and with the other quickly grabbed me at the back of the neck to reel me in toward her magnificent length and girth. “Oh just SUCK it why don’t you!???” Another thrust and I was opening as wide as I could for her, taking her head in my mouth in small strokes. “That’s a little better.” A construct of magic or otherwise, her touch and feel seemed quite lifelike as she somewhat forcefully put her foreskin fully into my mouth then started pumping my face in similar small thrusts. Was it habit? I didn’t really know for sure but inside my mouth my tongue started dancing around and over the very tip of her pride and joy for her pleasure.