Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... out of it. “Aunt Wanda,” I blabbed. “It’s me, it’s Rick…your nephew.” The words seemed to hang in the air. She stepped back further to look at me, taking in what I’d just said. Then she screamed. Loudly. Before I knew what was happening, the two heavies wearing tuxes had burst through the curtain and charged at me. I’m not sure which one hit me first, but I went flying off the chair and through the curtain into the next booth. My head felt heavy and the room was spinning. I could taste bl**d in my mouth and as I started to re-focus, one of the bouncers was pinning me down, his hot smoke stained breath centimetres from my face. He was snarling and shouting at me. “No touching punk!” I couldn’t have moved even if I had wanted to. I heard Aunt Wanda above us, screaming at the heavy. “Get off him! Get off him! He hasn’t done anything!” “Yeah, get off dick-head.” I recognised Ringo’s voice, realising I must have been knocked into his booth. The grip loosened around my shirt collar and the bouncer lifted his heavy frame from me and got to his feet. He growled at Ringo and turned to Aunt Wanda. “What did you scream for then yer stupid bitch?” “I, I, I…thought I’d seen a mouse,” she stammered in reply. There was quite a crowd gathered round by this time. Dave was stood at the side of Ringo, their arms folded across their chests, trying to look as big and hard as possible. “Fuckin’ hell,” said Dave out of the side of his mouth to Ringo. “I’d hate to have heard her scream if Rick had ...

... touched her.” Aunt Wanda dropped to her knees beside me. Her delicate hands stroked my stinging face. I had the perfect view of her ample cleavage, her swaying globes inches above me in the stretchy fabric of her dress. “Ricky, Ricky, you alright? Oh god, you’re bleeding. Come on, let’s get you sorted out.” She helped me to my feet and I gently shook my head and put my hand to my mouth to make sure all my teeth were still intact. There didn’t seem to be any missing or anything chipped. “What the fuck happened?” asked Ringo coming over with Dave. “Look, don’t worry about it. Just get back and enjoy your dances. I’ll see you in a while. I’m just going to get cleaned up.” With that, Aunt Wanda took my hand and I followed her past the bouncers, down a corridor under a sign that said ‘staff only’ and towards a door with the words ‘no unauthorised personnel beyond this point’ painted on it. Aunt Wanda gently knocked on the door and said “It’s Wanda. Anyone in there? You decent?” “Just me. Jenny.” Her voice got louder as she spoke. “Why you knocking honey?” she opened the door from the inside and a pretty black face appeared. She came into full view as the door opened wider. She was wearing only knickers and a pair of thigh high boots. She made no attempt to cover herself as she looked at me in surprise. “Well who’s this hot, young stud?” she said smiling at me, and then, “Oh, what happened to your face?” as I tried to smile back. “Long story,” replied Aunt Wanda. “Look, can you do ...