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Chapter 21 : Black Magic Woman

“I’m DJ Mary, and my Spoon is too big,” Mary said, starting the show.

“Well anyways, today’s guest is Cynthia again!” Mary said happily.

“Guess again!” the blonde said in a slightly odd voice.

“Huh?" Mary tilted her head to the sound, slightly confused. Cynthia reached up and pulled off her hair, revealing that it was none other than...

“Duplica!!!” the girl announced loudly. Mary clapped.

“Wow, that was a really amazing costume!” Mary said, impressed.

“Thanks. Cynthia herself helped me to make it,” Duplica said, pulling out a large case and putting the wig inside. “Now then, I’m going to start my story.”

It was a few weeks ago, when I had just arrived in the Sinnoh region. I already had a show set up at a hotel, but when I got there I found out that I was only supposed to be the opening act. While I’m not conceited, I’m used to doing my own shows, and on top of that, they told me that I had to share the dressing room! I decided not to complain about it, because after all it was my first show there. After discussing the show times, I went back stage to the dressing room. Right on the door was a large star with the name "Francesca" written on it. Just below it was a small card with my name on it. I felt a twinge of annoyance at it, but pushed it aside and opened the door.

Standing there was the single most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had hair that was the same color as mine, only longer and smoother, and a cute face. But the thing that struck me the most was the fact that she was wearing nothing but a pair of silk stockings without underwear beneath them. She screamed and used one arm to try and cover her chest, while the other went between her legs. I closed the door right away and quickly told her who I was. She calmed down quickly.

“Sorry about screaming like that, but you really surprised me,” Francesca said, pulling a robe over herself for a few seconds. I felt kind of disappointed, but it passed.

“So you’re my opening act?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I answered, glancing down at her stocking-covered legs and gulping. She didn’t seem to notice.

“So what do you do?” she asked, curious.

“Impressions.” A confused look passed over her face, and rather than explain, I lifted up my supply bag and quickly changed into my Flint costume and shouted out the first quote of his that popped into my mind: "This situation...This is heating up! I'm blazing now!" while striking a ridiculous pose.

For a few seconds she stood there with a completely blank expression on her face. And than she cracked up, laughing uncontrollably. I stood and waited. After nearly five minutes she finally stopped, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes.

“That was hilarious! Who else can you do?” she asked. I named off a few of the other impressions that I did a lot, and after that I asked her what she did.

“Magic,” she answered, reaching into the sleeve of her robe. She pulled out a bouquet of flowers and threw it up. In mid air it changed into a wand, and she gracefully caught it. I clapped, impressed. The annoyance that I had from earlier was completely gone.

We started talking about why we got into show business, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. The stage director informed us that rehearsals were starting soon. So we decided to talk some more later. Francesca took off her robe and quickly got dressed in a skimpy one-piece outfit with a jacket over it.

Several hours later, after rehearsals and the show itself were over, the two of us went back to the dressing room. Once the door was closed she started to change. As soon as her suit was off, I couldn’t help myself! The sight of her legs and bare ass covered by the stockings was just too sexy!

“Francesca,” I said softly. As soon as she turned around, I stepped forward, grabbed her, and kissed her firmly on the lips, letting my hands drop down to her waist and gently stroke her ass. The warmth of her skin and the silky feel of the stockings was almost enough to make me cum right then and there! For a few seconds she didn’t do anything, but quickly enough she began to kiss back, slipping her tongue into my mouth and swirling it around. We stayed like that for nearly five minutes. When we finally parted, we were both breathing heavily.

“Well, that was unexpected,” she said, licking her lips. I looked down and could plainly see that the material over her crotch was considerably darkened with moisture. “But not unwelcome, I guess.” She blushed slightly.

“What do you say we go up to my room after all and have some fun?” she suggested. Rather than getting dressed, Francesca put her robe back on, and we quickly went up to her room. Once the door was closed, she sat down on the bed, patting the spot next to her. I got down with her and right away she pulled me into a kiss. We fell down to our sides.

We made out for a while, stroking each other all over. Eventually she pulled back to help me take my shirt off. I never wear a bra, so right away she took one of my nipples into her mouth and began to suckle, gently scraping with her teeth, while she gripped the other breast hard, digging her nails in slightly. A small whimper of pain passed my lips, which seemed to please her, because she bit down, and at the same second dug her nails in a bit deeper. It hurt a lot, but at the same time felt really good! Francesca spent several minutes playing with my breasts, getting rougher as she went on. As she did, I slipped my hands down the front of my pants and began to rub myself hard. Just as I felt like I was about to cum, she pulled away.

“So Duplica, you didn’t mind that?” she asked, sounding hesitant about it. I sat up.

“No, why should I?” I asked her. She looked away.

“Well, I like to be rough, and most girls get scared off by it,” she said.

“It’s fine by me! I like it a little rough every now and then,” I told her honestly. “Besides, I have a fetish myself!”

She looked deeply relieved. “So what are you into?” she asked. I reached down and brushed my hand against her leg.

“I love pantyhose and stockings on a girl!” I said, running my hand up to her thigh. Francesca got on her back with her legs spread wide.

“Then go ahead and have some fun,” she offered.

I got off the bed and took off my pants and panties. Then I sat down at the end of the bed, taking a few seconds to admire just how great her feet and legs looked covered in the silk pantyhose she was wearing. She wiggled a few of her toes, spreading them out, stretching the material. I took the cue and took hold of her right foot, cradling it gently. I leaned in and very gently kissed the tips of each toe before working my way down to her heel. Once I reached it, I began to lick the sole of her foot, moving from bottom to top and back again. I went over to her other foot, giving it the same treatment as the first one. I switched back and forth a few times before I started to kiss up her legs, stroking her thighs as I went, until I got to her crotch, which was soaked through. I took a deep sniff. Her musky scent was more than I could take, and I completely covered her mound with my mouth and began to suck up all the juice that had absorbed into the fabric, while at the same time pushing my tongue in slightly. I began to twirl it around. Francesca moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around my neck, pulling me in deeper.

“Wow, Duplica! That’s amazing!” she said, panting between moans. It wasn’t very long before she came. I slurped up every last drop as it came. Once I was done, I sat up, licking away the small amounts that clung to my lips.

“That was amazing. I always take my stockings off, but they made it way better than ever before!” she said, exhausted.

“Yeah, that’s part of why I like it so much,” I told her. Suddenly she grinned widely.

“Then I think it’s only fair for you to have some fun as well!” she said, getting behind me. Without any warning she pushed me down onto my stomach. Before I could say anything, she pulled a pair of handcuffs out of nowhere and twisted my arms back, clamping them in place. She straddled me just below my waist, so that her cunny was resting against my ass.

“Remember, I like it rough,” she said, leaning down and brushing her hand against my cheek. I turned my head back as best I could.

“Do anything you want!” I told her, excited for whatever she had in mind.

“Alright, what about this?” she asked. Suddenly I felt something long and hard pressing against me. I lifted my head up again and saw that a strap-on had appeared on her just under the stockings. Just as I was about to comment on it, she shoved a ball gag into my mouth.

“If you want to stop...” she said, rubbing the tip of the toy again the entrance of my pussy.

“Too bad.”

And with that she thrust in as deep and hard as she could. The sudden intrusion caught me off-guard, and I screamed, but the gag stopped any sound from getting out. Francesca began to pump her hips hard and fast without giving me a change to get used to the rhythm. The silken feel of the stockings' fabric, as well as the bumps and ridges on the dildo along with the rough and hard pumping, was more than I could take, and within a matter of moments I came hard, screaming loudly, with the gag silencing me completely. Francesca didn’t give me a chance to recover from the shock of the first orgasm and kept thrusting her hips wildly, not keeping any real rhythm. She reached down with one hand and took hold of my shoulder to get more leverage so she could thrust in deeper, while she used her other hand to give me a hard smack on the ass. I came again right away.

Francesca kept fucking me like that for nearly an hour without stopping. My face was drenched in sweat and tears, but I didn’t care, it felt great! After taking a break for a few minutes, she leaned in and kissed me softly on the back of the neck.

“Don’t think we’re done yet,” she said, pulling out. Right away she pressed the end of the strap-on against my asshole. I let out a muffled moan, trying to tell her to stop, but she ignored me and pressed in slowly. I began to squirm, trying to get away, but she reached down with both hands and grabbed my waist.

“Hold still or it’ll just hurt worse,” she said softly as she pushed in deeper. Very slowly I felt myself stretching more than ever before. But after a few seconds I realized that it wasn’t very painful. It definitely wasn’t the best feeling, more strange than anything else. I can understand why people like it, but I can totally understand why most people don't, too!

Unlike before, she went very slowly, letting me get adjusted to it. Once she was in far enough, she began to slowly rock her hips. The dampness clinging to the stockings let it slide in and out easily. It wasn’t very long before I began to moan loudly in pleasure, and I started to try and move my hips in time with her. She slapped my ass again.

“I told you to stay still!” she said, forcefully thrusting in a bit harder than before, causing me to cum again even though it was suddenly more uncomfortable than pleasurable. We kept it up until I had five more orgasms.

“After that, we took a break for the night, and we’ve been doing it every night since then,” Duplica said, closing her eyes for a few seconds, thinking about it.

“But we aren’t in a mistress-slave relationship or anything,” she added.

“Well, it’s too bad. Francesca sounds like she’d make a great dominatrix!” Mary said.

"She sure would. She's actually been looking for someone to act as a sub for her to try dominating," Duplica mentioned.

“Hmm, I think I know the perfect person to help her with that! How about you and her come over to my house, and we can have some real fun with Whitney? I think she'll be just what Francesca could use,” Mary said, grinning ear to ear.

“Sounds great! I’ll call her up,” Duplica told her.

“Alright, that’s that for this show! Make sure to tune in next time, same Golbat channel, same Golbat network, for another episode of DJ Mary’s Sexy Stories!”