Sam went over to his new neighbour Kathy’s house, ostensibly to borrow a cup of sugar, but with a little more than that on his mind. The new neighbour was hot: Nice face, cool tattoos, and a big rack he’d been aching to catch a peek at since the day she moved in. He rang the doorbell, excited to finally get a look at the woman he’d been admiring from afar. Literally excited, it seemed... He was already halfway to hard before he heard her call from somewhere within the house: “Come in, I’m in the kitchen.”

Sam let himself inside, skirting the half-unpacked boxes and haphazardly arranged furniture as he made his way to the back of the house. The poorly thought out placement of the dining-room table saw him enter the kitchen sideways, where two things happened simultaneously: He spotted Kathy, bent over the cupboards, in a low-cut purple top, the inviting flesh of her deep cleavage on full display; and his cock got pressed hard against the doorjamb. As he turned to face her, his chubby quickly rose to a solid, full-mast erection. Trying to move casually, he placed his sugar-bowl between himself and the woman.

“Oh hi,” she bounced to her feet and hit him with a full, beaming smile, and it took all of his willpower to keep his eyes from sinking to her jiggling chest, “You’re the guy who lives at nine, right?”

“Uh yeah. Sam.” He edged a little closer and extended his hand, “Welcome to the neighbourhood.”

“That’s so nice of you!” She took his hand and pumped it enthusiastically, setting her chest to wobbling again. She glanced off to one side before she released his hand, and Sam took the moment to absorb every detail of her fantastic breasts. They were large, well over a handful, and jiggled as if they were soft to the touch. If Kathy was wearing a bra, it couldn’t have been a very supportive one, every little move she made seemed to set her boobs swaying. Sam tore his eyes away as he felt his cock throb, aware that each glance at her cleavage was causing a little surge of precum. He didn’t want to soak right through his boxers. Kathy finally seemed to spot what she was looking for, and she went and flung open another box, retrieving some kind of kitchen mixer.

“So what can I do for you Sam?” She turned back to him and smiled, looking up at him. She really was a dot of a thing. And he could see right down her barely buttoned-up top.

“Uh, I had hoped to, uh...” He trained his eyes on her face, “Borrow some sugar.” Now that he had said it out loud it sounded incredibly lame. She probably saw right through him. Could she tell how hard he was? His anxiety seemed to make his cock throb even harder. She frowned slightly, her eyes trailing down his body... Was she looking at the tent in his jeans? Or just lost in thought? He moved the bowl to cover himself again, and surreptitiously made contact with his dick, sending a wave of tingling pleasure through his thighs.

“Normally it’s the new neighbour who borrows the sugar, not the established resident...” She smiled, “But I think I have a little. Hang on.”

She went to her pantry and fetched a scrunched up paper bag. “Yep, there’s a little in here...” She said, “Hand me your bowl.”

Sam reluctantly surrendered his cover. Kathy put it on the counter between them, and stepped up close to him. He couldn’t stop himself from staring down at her boobs as she fiddled with the sugar bag, savoring every movement she made and the resultant ripples they wrote across the supple flesh of her breasts. The pleasure radiating out from his crotch was now a constant. Every little movement she made, every jiggle, every shrug, caused his cock to throb painfully in his pants. The fabric of his boxers was slick with precum, heightening the friction against the head of his cock. Finally, she tipped the bag up, and began pouring out sugar.

“How much do you need?” She asked sweetly, and he leaned forward to see both how much she had poured, and to take another long look at her cleavage. His lean brought his rock-hard dick into contact with the bench, and he shuddered with the exultation of the contact. He gasped, and only then realised that he had failed to break his glance, that he had been caught staring unabashedly at her chest. But rather than anger, her expression was mischievous. “More?” She breathed. 

“A-a little... More...” He nodded, and she began to shake more sugar into his bowl. Her breasts leapt and bounced and she shook the bag, and she pressed them together with her arms, forcing them up out of her top. He was locked onto them now. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.

“More?” She half-asked, half-moaned.

“Ye-...” he swallowed, he could feel the hot cum creeping up his shaft, did she want him to take it out? Was she even really aware of what she was doing to him? He was on the verge of losing it...

“Sam?” She started shaking harder, her breasts leaping more with each movement, “How much more do you want?” She leaned a little closer, he couldn’t stop himself... “How much more can you take?”

He groaned as his cock exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum into his shorts. The explosion of pleasure was so intense he felt his knees weaken, and he grabbed the counter to keep himself upright, moaning helplessly as load after load surged into his boxers, and seeped through into his jeans. Finally, after what seemed like an hour of intense pleasure, he began to come back to himself. Standing there. In his new neighbours kitchen. Post-orgasm, creamy cum leaking through his shorts, totally unable to hide what had just happened. “Oh-... Uh-... I mean...” He started to stammer.

She smiled, that same mischievous smile, and handed him the bowl. “That should tide you over for a while... But if you find yourself in need of more, don’t hesitate to come right back over.” And with that he found himself rushed out of the house, and deposited on her doorstep, barely coherent, hell, barely able to walk.

“So now that we’re back at your place I have something to confess...”

“Yeah?”

*twitch* *twitch* *throb*

“I’m a witch. A real witch.”

“Oh... Oookaaay...”

*twitch* *throb* *throb*

“And I need something from you... You’ll probably notice that your dick is getting hard. Much harder than it normally would...”

“Uh, yeah, but-...”

*throb* *throb* *throb*

“And we haven’t even done anything yet. Doesn’t that strike you as strange? Well, that’s because I slipped a potion into your drink...”

“You drugged me?!”

*throb* *THROB* *THROB*

“No! I enchanted you. To make your dick hard. To make you pliable. I need a mortal’s life essence to complete a spell I’m crafting... And this is easier than bloodletting...”

“You’ve got be kidding...”

*THROB* *OOZE* *THROB*

“In a second you’ll cum, you won’t be able to stop it, but it won’t just be sperm shooting out of your dick... It’ll be your wit, your memories, your soul...”

“This is ridiculous...”

*THROB* *OOZE* *TWITCH*

“And then your body will be an empty shell. But don’t worry, I’ll put it to good use. You’ll be my errand boy, my bodyguard, my human dildo...”

“What? No. I’m fine, I’ve still got my pants on! I’m not going to cum!”

*THROB* *THROB* *THROB*

“Shh that’s what they all say. Who knows, you might like being my brainless toy. Not that you have a choice in it. Now, look at your new mistress’ cleavage, and cum!”

“I’m not... Not... Hnng not...”

*SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPURT*

“Good boy, good boy, let it all out, give me everything.”

“Unng so good... can’t... stop... Noooo...”

*SPURT* *SPURT* *SPURT*

“Wonderful! This is perfect. Just what I need.”

*SPURT* *SPURT* *spurt*

“Pleeease... Stooop...”

*spurt* *spurt* *spurt*

“Oh no, there’s no stopping it. You were doomed the second you sleazed up to me at the party. Do your limbs feel numb? Is your vision going dark? Yes... It’s almost over. Let the last of it out. Goodbye.”

*spurt* *dribble* *ooze*