DISCLAIMER: I do not own Zatanna Zatara or any other DC character mentioned therein, ownership belongs to DC Comics etc.

Warning! Contains light dub-con, magic, cum play, urethral play, mild femdom, light bondage, virginity loss (male).

The Magician Zatanna Zatara looked out over her audience. She had lead them on a merry journey so far, leaving them all enraptured in her magic show but what would come next always blew them away. Dressed in her customary stage outfit of a black ringmaster's tailcoat with a white shirt and bowtie she certainly looked the part from the waist up. Below that her black underwear, knee high leather boots and fishnet stockings was more magician's assistant but nobody would dispute her skill. Scanning the audience she found what she was looking for, an unwitting audience member for her grand finale. 'Gnirb ym tegrat no egats' she intoned and to his shock a young man from the audience found himself onstage. 'Syawla llet em eht hturt' she cast on him again, then faced the crowd. 'Now ladies and gentlemen, I have just cast a truth spell upon an ordinary man, selected at random from amongst you. Let's test this, to ensure the spell works and then so that you don't suspect that he is an accomplice. What's your name' she suddenly turned to him.

'John Stokes' He answered instantly, though he would have happily given the same answer. It wasn't how he had dreamed of Zatanna asking his name but he was happy to be close to her, getting slightly hard at being so close to his idol.

'Thanks John, now do you mind telling everybody in the room your weight and your partner's name?' She asked, an answer that would cause slightly more embarrassment.

'I'm 150 pounds and I've never been in a romantic relationship.' This time it was clear to the audience that the answer was more dragged from him than volunteered.

'And have you ever met me before or somehow complicit in this act?' Zatanna asked as he replied in the negative. She sounded casual but it didn't reach her eyes and John felt a little confused. She whipped her black top hat off her long, shining black hair and began to move it around herself in a long intricate pattern. It was all pointless of course but she found that crowds preferred "tricks" to actual magic. 'Hsinav otni ym gnisserd moor, tiaw rof em ereht' she intoned as the hat passed over him, his disappearance timed perfectly. The crowd went wild and Zatanna bowed and closed her show, considerably more distracted than she was when she started. 

After the show she casually walked into her dressing room to meet her guest. The room itself was roomy but cluttered, various props and objects lying chaotically around the room. However the centre was clear, a large high back chair dominating the room in front of the dressing table, several large mirrors on top and reflecting the worried face of her young fan. He saw her come in and she saw a look of alarm shoot across his clean shaven face. He wasn't an especially handsome man but there was something about him, a youthful innocence that Zatanna found irresistible. She walked around the chair to his front, her boots clicking on the wooden floor until she leant on the dressing table, her barely covered crotch inches from his face. She loved how he both tried to look away in embarrassment but was so desperate for another look. 'I'm sorry for embarrassing you like that on stage' She looked almost embarrassed herself. 'You seem like a big fan and I'd like to make it up to you?'

'I really am a huge fan of yours Zatanna, I'd love you to make it up to me.' He answered, his hands a little too well placed over his crotch. 'Oh god I wish that I could stop answering you!'

'And just why is that? Are you worried I'm going to find out something embarrassing?' She grinned, her white teeth and silky voice sending shivers down his spine. She snatched her silk top hat from her head, releasing her jet black tresses, placing it on a stand behind her. Slowly she ran her hands down her legs, starting to unzip and remove her boots and he gulped, sweat starting to run down his brow.

'Yes but please don't ask! I'm a huge fan of the Justice League and you're my favourite member, I don't want you to think less of me.' He replied, such an endearing sincerity even without the magic. 

'And just why am I your favourite member?' Zatanna had finished taking off her boots, fishnet clad legs on full display as she slipped off her coat, leaning over him to hang it on the back of the chair, nearly pressing her breasts into his face. She was enjoying teasing the poor boy but she didn't really mean any harm.

'Because you're so beautiful Zatanna. You're powerful and graceful and you dress showing off that amazing body.' He was clearly trying to resist harder but the magic forced words from his mouth. She laughed and leaned back, giving him a full view.

'Do you like looking at my body John? Tell me what you do when you see it, what you want to do?' She spoke again, sexual tension heavy in the room. They were rapidly approaching the point of no return for her and she was wondering if she was going too far.

'I love looking at your body. Every time I see it I get hard, I have to go somewhere quiet and jerk off as I imagine your luscious lips wrapped around my cock. I just want to rip off your stockings and eat you out, then bang you until we're done.' He was bright red with embarrassment now, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. Zatanna was pleased despite herself, enjoying such devoted praise but there was something a little off about how he was speaking, almost as if he was in a bad porn movie. Suddenly it clicked.

'Are you a virgin John? Have you spent so long staring at me you've never tried to get a girlfriend? And how hard are you just now?' She asked him kindly but with clear curiosity, the poor guy seemed like he wanted to cry. Honestly she felt a bit odd too. She had brought a few fans back here before for a treat but never a virgin and she wondered if she was doing the right thing by seducing him.

'Yes, yes I'm a virgin. I've tried to get a girlfriend before but nobody is interested And I'm so hard it hurts, please stop teasing me. Why are you doing this?' He asked, panting from the effort of trying to resist the magic. Zatanna wondered how much was his arousal at the situation.

'I'm doing this because I find you very attractive John. And because your dreams are going to come true.' She gently but firmly moved his hands from his crotch, his cock clearly visible through his tight jeans as her stocking covered feet began to glide over it. John jumped at the contact, moaning and bucking almost instantly as she continued. 'I'm going to tell you a secret. I love cock. I crave cum. And I'm going to fulfil your fantasy until we're both satisfied. Aren't you excited that you're about to lose your virginity to me?' Her voice had turned low and sultry and she leaned in close but it was a clear question. If he answered that he didn't want it then she'd let him go.

'Yes, I'm excited and I want you take my virginity so badly but I'm so scared. I want to run away even though it feels so good!' He suddenly tried to get to his feet and run but Zatanna kept him firmly in place with her feet. 

'Dnib sih sdanh dna teef ylthgit dniheb eht riahc' She cast and Johns hands were instantly trapped behind him, bound by silken rope with his feet trapped and tied behind the chair's front legs. 'Now that that's taken care of, let’s see what we're working with.' She slowly sank down in front of him, deft fingers making short work of his trousers, pulling them down along with his briefs, leaving them in a pool around his ankles. She heard a gasp at her actions and examined his revealed cock in all its glory. It wasn't especially long or thick but it was above average and a wonderful shape, it curved just the right way to properly stimulate a woman. Precum was smeared around the bulbous head, the deep purple colour underneath a delicious glaze, another glistening bead emerging from the slit. He was trimmed and he was uncut, foreskin trapped around the edge of his flared edge and Zatanna moaned as she gave it a small tug, loving how it receded to expose the glans. It was perfectly clean and she loved her choice for the night, running her finger lightly around the edge of his head. 'You should be more confident John, you have an amazing cock! I'm going to enjoy playing with you tonight.' She smiled up at him and suddenly she heard John groan and thrust forwards, a huge load of yellowish cum shooting from his cock straight into her face and coating her hand.

'Oh my god I'm so sorry, normally I can go for much longer' He apologised, the common excuse given slightly more credence by the magic. 'Oh my god I can't believe I came this quickly in front of you I'm such a loser.' He was almost in tears.

'Oh don't worry, you're a virgin. Besides you aren't done yet, far from it. Your cum is delicious and thick, you must have been really backed up.' She was moaning as she shoved her hand in her mouth, rubbing what she couldn't scoop into her mouth into her skin. She rose up and kissed him deeply, her cum covered face even more amazing than he had ever dreamed. Even though it was mingled with his own load, she tasted delicious and he could feel himself hardening again as her nails lightly began to run up his length, teasing his sensitive head. She pulled away and looked dead into his eyes and he saw only darkness and lust. 'But let’s make some improvements shall we?' She smiled as she began to cast a chain of spells. 'Ekam s'nhoJ kcoc sa drah sa ti nac eb dna reven teg tfos morf msagro. Esaercni sih muc noitcudorp dna ytivitisnes dna ekam mih llet em woh eh sleef touba sih tnemaert.' She could see him mentally trying to figure out what she'd done to him. She decided to save him the trouble. 'I've made you always hard, made you cum more, made you more sensitive and now you'll talk dirty to me. Most guys would kill for such gifts so remember that as the night goes on. I'm going to teach you how to hold back, how to please a woman and when I'm done with you any woman will beg you to fuck her. Now let's begin your lessons.'

Zatanna slid back down his body, leaning back as she began to unbutton her shirt, the white material clinging to her body slightly with sweat as she peeled it away. John's eyes widened as her pale toned chest came into view, only a black lace bra and her white bow tie hiding her from his gaze. She stretched, pushing her chest out further. 'So what do you think John? Do you like what you see?'

'Mmmm yes, I just want to lick your skin, taste you before I rip away your bra with my teeth.' He moaned, before his brain caught up with his magically enhanced mouth. 'Oh god I mean...'

'Sshhhh...' She leaned forwards, her barely covered tits once more inches from his face. 'Remember, a woman loves a compliment.' She smiled as she felt his breath hot upon her as he tried to lick any part of her she could reach. She nipped and sucked lightly on his tongue, her hand beginning to expertly jerk him off. Her hand was still slick with his cum and her spit, gliding along his length, one moment almost ghosting then grasping him firmly and forcing drops of pre from the tip to relubricate with. Each time she circled his slit she felt him gasp into her mouth. He was quivering with need and she could feel him able to crest. She broke the kiss, casting a spell. 'Pots mih morf gimmuc' and suddenly whatever release he was feeling stopped. 'Lesson one, don't come across as too eager or needy. Hold yourself back until just the right moment.' She straddled him so that his cock was pointing over them. 'Esaeler sih kcolb' she cast, jerking him hard and fast, loving the way he pulsed in her hand, feeling every drop of cum pass through his cock before it shot into the air, burning rain coating her back as they moaned together. 

'That...was...amazing. Thank you, that was the best thing I've ever felt.' John panted, a wonderful tingling spreading through his cock, the last few drops leaking out and coating his partner's hand. 'Please, more, I don't want to stop until I've painted every inch of you!' He lanced forwards as far as he was able for another kiss but she leaned away.

'Now that's the attitude I'm looking for and you're welcome but don't thank me yet, not too eager remember? Besides, I'm nowhere near satisfied.' She slid to her knees, his cock sliding between her legs to rub briefly against her covered slit until she landed on a hastily conjured cushion. 'So before we start lesson 2, what have you learned today?' She smiled, casually running her nails along his balls.

'Don't be so eager to cum so that we both enjoy it.' John repeated confidently and Zatanna smiled.

'Good boy' she lightly patted the tip of his penis and he winced slightly at the sudden contact to his sensitive skin. 'Now let's continue.' Never letting her eyes leave his, she slowly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, taking a long lick across his slit, a shuddering moan growing in her throat at the taste. John felt as if the tip of his cock was ablaze with pleasure, which soon spread as her tongue began to wrap itself around the rest of his head. Eventually Zatanna peeled back his foreskin again, licking his glans directly as he cursed.

'When you do that it’s so hard to hold back. You're so good Zatanna, I love how your mouth feels on my cock.' He moaned, head thrown back in pleasure as she began to suck at the opening, searching for any remaining drops of cum. With an audible pop, she pulled away.

'Now keep looking at me John. When I look at you when I suck you off don't look away. I want to see and hear how much you love your idol worshipping your cock.' Zatanna winked, before nibbling slightly on the edge of his head, making him jump with shock. It hurt but somehow it set off a spark within him and he moaned deeply, forcing himself to look at her. 

'I do love watching you work my cock, I never dreamed that the great and amazing Zatanna Zatara would enjoy pleasuring me so much. Even the nibbling just drives me higher!' John found the words just tumbling out but each one just made her smile and she leant in, working his shaft slowly with one hand as she began to directly tongue his slit, the nerve endings turning white hot. 'Oh my god, more. It feels so intense, please more like that.' John felt himself begin to cum. 'I'm sorry but I can't hold it...'

Zatanna didn't slow down or pull away like he expected, instead placing a finger on each side of the head, spreading it wide as she began to cram as much of her tongue as possible in and out of his urethra, literally fucking his dick with her tongue. It flicked around the edges as he began to cum, spurts coating her tongue fresh from the hole, burning beautifully on her taste buds as she fought to capture each drop as it left. As her tongue swirled around his slit, she began to inadvertently gargle the cum and the sight triggered another orgasm from John, another stream shooting into Zatanna's hungry mouth. Suddenly she switched, John feeling her wet tongue replaced with her little finger, the nail had been trimmed away. She rubbed her pad across, almost stopping the flow but not quite, giving the semen more force as it began to fly across her face and chest, gluing one eye shut and soaking into her bra, the white making a contrast with the black. 'And that's why lesson 2 is important, if you look away you lose stimulation.' She murmured, too concerned with licking herself clean, then diving to lash her tongue along any spot of cock that may had been touched by a stray drop. John himself couldn't speak, his world the memory of Zatanna's tongue on his cock, her cum spattered face and the intense pleasure on his cock head, only being stoked further by her clean up.

Soon however her latest treat was all gone and she needed more. A light slap on his balls soon jolted John back to reality, the first sight his dazed mind registered was Zatanna grinning at him over his angry looking cock. 'Now now John stay with me, we still have a long way to go.' Her grin was becoming steadily less nurturing and more predatory, her cock hungry nature starting to win over her caring personality. 'For my next trick, I'm going to make this amazing dick disappear down my throat. You, my glamourous assistant, are going to complete lesson three; keep your focus and encourage me properly. The better job you do, the better job I do. Understand?' She had begun to wring his cock with her hand again, waiting impatiently for him to play his part. 'Of course Zatanna, I under-glurk!' John never managed to finish his sentence as the magician suddenly threw her head down his shaft, taking the entire thing down her throat in a single gulp. John had never felt such heat, such warmth enveloping his cock and for a second his mind went blank again before he remembered the lesson of the moment. 'Oh yes, swallow my cock, your throat feels so good squeezing me like that.' He ventured, gauging Zatanna's response. She whipped her head off, lavishing every inch of slick cock with her tongue. 'Mmmm, *slurp*, not bad' she mused between licks. She finished her lap, leaving bubbles of spit sliding down the slick pole as she began to suck on the head again, cheeks hollowing out from suction as her hands expertly twisted and glided over the shaft. Once more swallowing him whole she lightly pressed her teeth to his flesh, hard enough to scrape and rub slightly but not to actually hurt. She lead with her tongue pressed to her bottom lip, smoothing her passage and soon popped her head away. 'And don't you forget it.' She warned, before slowly beginning to engulf his shaft again, focusing on actually working her tongue around his cock as well as sucking. John sighed at the pleasure. ‘Oh! Ugh !! it feels too good Zatanna! the way you know just how to tease me and work my cock, milking me again and again... It's just amazing.'
Zatanna was reduced to the most erotic combination of swallowing and slurping sounds John could have imagined. 'Ah! I'm starting to get close, you're so good! Swallow me again, please!' He begged, the feeling of being taken inch by inch was agonizingly pleasurable. She suddenly changed pace, hurling herself up and down on his cock, tears starting to well up in her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks as she fucked her own throat. John noticed that his shaft was covered in black smears from her lipstick and the visual assault broke his control. 'Urk.. Oh god, I'm... Ah!' John choked, utterly overwhelmed as he came harder than any other time that night. Zatanna kept her lips at the very bottom as she swallowed his seed, her throat milking every last drop she could as she gulped down the delicious, thick liquid. 'Oh God yes, that's it, swallow my cum. Please swallow it, you're so fucking hot.' John groaned through gritted teeth, every muscle straining against his bonds before hanging limp as his orgasm finally began to subside.
It didn’t last long however as Zatanna resumed her throating, this time even harder than before, his cock slamming into the back of her throat as she tried to speak around the shaft, her spit bubbling around the edges and flying in droplets as her mouth moved back up, her tongue pressing against the tube on the underside of the cock, stimulating him as she felt every pulse travelling along before it was released. John realised that she was begging him to continue cumming even while she eagerly drank his seed and the erotic thought made him start cumming all over again, unable to speak as a fresh load burned from his aching balls to Zatanna’s hungry throat and cum filled stomach.
Zatanna slowly pulled her head back, pushing the last drops out with her lips as she rose, sucking hard enough to make John worry that his head would be stretched. 'Now that was a good meal’ she sighed lustfully savouring his seed. ‘You taste so good! I need more of it, need to be covered in your beautiful cum!' She gasped, noticing that John was hanging limply from his bonds on the chair, panting heavily. 'Don't even think about falling asleep on me John, this magician is still thirsty.’ She smiled, the ruined makeup giving her an oddly clownish appearance, lightly slapping John until he looked up at her, fear starting to show in his eyes. 'Pl...please Zatanna, I need a break. My cock's so sensitive just now, I think if I cum again I'll go insane. Just give me a minute. I feel like I'm on fire, I can feel my balls filling back up, I’ll happily give you more when I’m ready...' John begged, before Zatanna gently shushed him, a finger on his lips. 'Didn't I just say John? I'm not finished yet. Consider that your next lesson. You're done when I say that you're done. Besides, you've been doing so well I was going to give you a treat. Xif ym Puekam' she quickly cast, before slowly reaching behind her back, backing away until John could once again take her all in. Slowly she unclasped her bra, until it hung loosely from her arms. 'Do you want me to let go John? Do you want to see my tits?' She teased, and exhaustedly he nodded his reply. 'Well you'll have to earn your treat. If I let you see my tits, will you let me make you cum with them?' She pouted. Another nod. 'Say it. Tell me how much you want it, even though you can't stand the pleasure. Tell me how much you need to cum for me.'

'Please Zatanna, I don't want to cum again, I'm so sensitive.' John moaned, squirming in his chair. 'But I feel like I need to cum for you, you've been so kind teaching me, making me cum over and over without getting any pleasure yourself. Please show me your tits; you can do what you like to my cock if you show me your tits. I need to see them.' It was clear that he didn't want to encourage her but he was forced to be honest and he felt like he was becoming addicted to the cum crazed magician, needing to feel her expert touch on his aching cock. 'Even the air brushing against me feels so good.' He whispered.

Zatanna chuckled. 'Then your wish is my command. Such a good boy, wanting to push on to please me.' With that she dropped the ruined bra, allowing John his first view of real breasts. His breath caught. 'Are they good for you John?' Zatanna moaned. Her tits weren't as sought after as the udders of Wonder Woman but they were still large enough to make most women jealous, with a perkiness that seemed to defy gravity. To John they were perfect, two porcelain globes capped with large pink nipples that were fully erect, just aching to be sucked and played with. Zatanna began to stroll back over to him, playing with her assets, squeezing them and letting them bounce almost hypnotically. Soon they were just out of reach of John's drooling mouth. 'I bet you want to play with them don't you, feel how soft they are, before you taste them, running your tongue all over them, tasting my sweat before you begin to pinch and bite my nipples. Look how they just ache to be touched John. Do they make you even harder?' 

'They really do, I can't believe how hard I am just now. I just want to worship them, suck them, squeeze them, everything you just said. I love pleasing you; I love cumming for you, even if it hurts. I need your tits.' John's neck was craned as he tried to make any part of his body touch the treasures just teasingly out of reach. Suddenly Zatanna swung her leg over his, sitting high on his lap and pushed her tits into her grateful face. Instantly she could feel his mumbled thanks vibrating through her chest, feel him licking and sucking, sometimes followed by a sharp nipping as he bit down.

'That's right John, enjoy your reward while you earn it.' Zatanna smiled, lifting herself up by the arms of the chair in a remarkable feat of athletics, her stocking covered feet feeling blindly along his lap until they came in contact with his twitching organ. She felt him jolt but any protests he might have had were smothered by his warm prison. Moaning in arousal from the sensations of his surprisingly skilled mouth she began to rub the soles of her feet gently around the head of his cock, the fine mesh too soft to be uncomfortable against the skin. It absorbed the leftover spit from her previous treatments as her toes cupped his, big toe rubbing lazily against his slit as beads of pre emerged once more, using the extra lubricant to increase the speed of her ministrations. 'Even my feet feel good to you? You virgins are so shameless.' She teased. There was no malice in the jibe but from his mumbles she figured the magic made him take it seriously. 'Don't worry, I'm a shameless cum whore, I'm getting off on the feel of your pre on my feet, the taste, the feel of your cum on my body. It's so warm, it’s covering my skin, filling my stomach and I love it!' She groaned, her feet beginning to wrap around his shaft, soft soles running up and down as she continued. 'I thought that this would be another lesson but you're so good at working my tits, I thought I'd let you cum again, a little teaser before the main course. Make sure to get them nice and wet so that they feel even better wrapped around you.' She warned, feeling him seem to redouble his efforts, his cock jumping as she squeezed a small pool of precum from him, feeling it start to pool on her feet. 'Mmmm you like me talking dirty to you don't you John? I can feel your heart quicken through your cock, it jumps when I say certain things. You love that I can feel your precum seeping through my dirty fishnets don't you? That soon my legs are going to be just covered with your hot seed? You love that I love it.' She hissed, the chair shaking from the force she was using to give him the footjob as his pulse raced.

She released his head briefly, John gulping down gasps of air as he leant back, one foot now returning to rubbing over his shaft, the other slipping his length between the toes and jacking him off. The sticky mesh sometimes caught against the flare of his head, stretching slightly before snapping back, the slight hint of pain only driving him higher. 'Everything you say and do is dirty Zatanna; everything makes me hard for you. The thought that you love my cum makes me feel great and I just want to give you more. Your tits taste and feel amazing and even though I'm so sensitive, your soft skin doesn't hurt too much.' He gasped, smiling up at the cumslut before she engulfed his head again between her tit flesh.

'Aawwwwww such a sweet boy.' She whispered, before once again using both feet. 'So be a good boy and cum for me!' She commanded, increasing her pace and he obeyed. Jets of cum shot from between her feet, some coating her soles but most reaching her long, toned legs, pooling in the gaps of the fishnet mesh before being absorbed deep into the material. A few errant drops even managed to reach her covered ass and she moaned as the heat finally reached her slick centre. 'Oh yes! Yes John cum for me! I can feel you covering me! Your cum is ruining my clothes, it's seeping into my skin! It's on my black panties; you've nearly cum on my wet pussy. Keep going, give me more!' She cried but even as much as he wanted to, John couldn't cum forever. Soon, far too soon for Zatanna, the streams lost power, eventually reduced to spurts that pooled between her toes as they wriggled in perverted ecstasy.

Zatanna slid back to her kneeling position, making sure to rub her slick tits across John's quivering body, loving the tingle that his sweat slick skin gave her hard nipples as she settled, leaving his cock nestled between her breasts. Unlike last time tiny streams of cum still stuck to the sides of his shaft and Zatanna quickly bobbed her head to clean it, the impromptu blowjob bringing John from his post orgasmic daze. While he regained his senses, Zatanna made sure to keep her feet pointed upright, rubbing the cum pools on her feet into the rest of her legs, tearing away her fishnets in places in her eagerness to stain herself further. She was desperate to start rubbing it straight onto her slick cunt but her chest was still clean.

'Uuurrrggg...' John moaned as he eyes refocused on the succubus before him. 'You still want more? My balls can't take much more; you're going to kill me.' John pleaded. 'I know that I should be happy that you're giving me so much attention but if you keep going my cock's going to break!'

'Don't be silly, my magic can fix you.' Zatanna replied, finally finished with her obsessive self-glazing. 'Besides this is every man's deepest desire, to completely coat a woman, to mark her so utterly that she reeks of him for days! For most men a one man bukkake is impossible but not you! Such beautiful cum... You should be able to make as much as you need.' Zatanna explained, squeezing his tits gently around his shaft. 'Besides, aren't my tits soothing on your poor little cock?' Each word was said slowly and deliberately, dripping with lust and despite himself John felt lust flare up inside him again.

'Damn right they do. Like two hot, soft pillows. I'm happy I treated them so well, they're so wet and slick, I can't wait for you to start moving to fuck my cock with your tits.' He leaned forwards, a new intensity in his eyes. 'You're painted all over with my cum apart from these huge tits. After that you'll fuck me until your insides are as white as your skin won't you?' There was a hint of desperation as self-preservation began to creep back through the bravado.

'That's right stud, I'm going to milk you onto my udders and then I'm going to ride you like a stallion. So just don't break yet and I'll fuck you until you do.' All pretence at teaching was gone; John stared into Zatanna's eyes and saw only a dark hunger as she began to rub her tits up and down his length, flicking them off the head as they crested the pole and then returning to the base. 'I want your thick, smelly cum to drown me, make me lose control.' Her pace increased as her self control began to crack, leaning back to grind her nipples against the shaft, trapping them under his abused glans she spat on them and rubbed the diamond points under the head as John panted, determined to hold back as long as he could to try and lessen the sensitivity that kept increasing as he came. She switched her approach, taking her right tit and slapping it down hard onto the head, making John buck forwards as she wrapped the other around the head as far as she could, recreating the prison that his other head had just been freed from. 'You liked me smothering you earlier didn't you; do you still love it now?' Zatanna teased, massaging every inch of the over-sensitive skin.

'Mmmm, my cock's so warm when you're smothering it like that and I just loved being surrounded by them earlier. Your body is wonderful, even when it's covered in my drying cum.' John admitted, admiring the cum streaked beauty as she continued to torment him. As weird competition had broken out between the two, one that he knew he was destined to lose. 'Especially when it's covered in cum.'

Zatanna began to grind her nipple directly into his cock slit, the precum from the previous treatment easing the point across as the blazing inferno of pleasure his cock tip had become cut off whatever might have been said next. Once a half inch was in she began to fuck it in earnest, loving the gape it had when she finally withdrew. It might have been her favourite trick but it didn't allow a proper spray. 'Your cock’s breaking under my tits, it's gaping like a pussy.' She mocked him cruelly as she wrapped around the shaft again, massaging them in alternative directions as she began to sense the signs of his release. After so many she was able to read his tortured body like a book. 'Just hold on a little longer and I'll give you the chance to return the favour.' She bent over, flicking her tongue over the very tip of cock, before whirling it around his glans and head, hearing John hold back a scream as she felt his cum begin to flow through his cock, heating her tits even through the skin. She leant back and began to jerk him off roughly as she aimed with one hand, offering her tits to the pearl stream as his cock erupted, the force causing the cum to spatter against her skin so that that a few drops flew up as high as her bowtie, ruining yet more of her clothing. Impossibly her tits became so coated that droplets collected at her nipples and began to run off in streams, the cum waterfall sending rivulets down her flat stomach, just stopped by the waistband of her underwear. She felt her breaking point as a particularly forceful jet struck her plumb on the nipple as she came, groaning her primal success as the last part of her body was defiled. Every inch of her was burning, sticky to the touch and she felt fulfilled in a way that fighting crime could never recreate. Eventually her high and the stream subsided. Zatanna was completely addicted. It was time to shoot up again, straight from the source.

Though she would be hard pressed to admit it however, teasing her virgin toy gave her another uniquely addictive thrill that made her skin tingle. She stood up, making no effort to hide her ruined appearance and waited for the light of understanding return to John's eyes. Slowly his slumped head rose to take her in and even as he panted with exertion, she saw his tortured cock jump as he saw the results of his labours. 'You've done very well John, better than I ever expected.' She cooed, turning on her foot to give him a view of her cum streaked back. 'There's just one final lesson left.' She spoke over her shoulder as she bent over; hooking her thumbs into the sodden black material that still hid her from his enraptured gaze. 'Can you guess what it is?' She began to inch the material down her sticky legs, stale drops of old cum dislodged by the activity as the white, pure globes of her cheeks began to be revealed, begging to be painted and spoiled just like the rest of her body.

'I...I...I' John's mind was near shot with pleasure, his breath coming in desperate gasps. He shook his head to collect himself. 'I don't know Zatanna, I don't even know if I want to carry on, my dick hurts so much! I don't know how much I've come, my slit feels stretched out by all the cum you've forced through it. I'm so desperate to finally fuck you but I don't want to cum anymore.' He seemed surprised by his subconscious realisation and for a moment it seemed like his admission might have broken Zatanna from her cum-drunk haze. However his magically prompted mouth continued and sealed his fate. 'But I've already done so much and come so far, I want to see it through. Besides, you've worked so hard, I don't want to disappoint you. I need to fuck your pussy!' He groaned and Zatanna let herself slide back into depravity.

'Then I'd better let you see what you almost missed out on.' She moaned, unable to restrain herself any longer and literally ripped what remained of her skimpy stage costume apart. As she turned, hurling the sodden material away John saw his first pussy. As his teenage fantasy came true, he couldn't help but admire the slick opening. Zatanna noticed and leaned back against her dressing table, spreading her legs wide to give him a better view. 'I bet you just love this don't you? My hot, tight, hairless pussy, just begging for your strong, hard cock to teach it a lesson and mark it with your cum. You've dreamed of it haven't you, cumming inside? Pumping load after load inside, filling my womb up.' She began to lightly rub her hand against her vulva, making inviting 'shlick' sounds to prove how wet she was. She stood up and prowled over to John who was too entranced to answer. Suddenly she grasped his shirt, ripping it apart like her own clothes, buttons pinging across the room as she climbed atop him. Her cat like grace was both playful and menacing, John feeling very much like prey that she wasn't done playing with before she finally devoured him. Her hot centre hovered just out of reach as she settled on his lap, pressing the curve of her ass backwards so that his aching cock was nestled between her cheeks as she began to rise and fall, hot-dogging him and teasing him, each time rising just high enough to nearly release him to snap into position beneath her before settling back down. She continued for a little bit, grinding her soft skin against him, bending him back just enough to stimulate him as his cock was forced to submit to her movements but not enough to bring even his hypersensitive member to orgasm. He groaned in frustration, thrusting desperately towards her but she simply smiled down at him. Never before had he felt so helpless than mere inches away from penetrating his first woman, an experience he had always pictured very differently. John had always thought that his first time would be a nervous, sweet affair as him and his partner had awkwardly fumbled around, exploring each other's bodies before they finally came together in a memory that he would cherish for its sweetness. Being the man, he had thought that he could be on top, thrusting into his moaning partner at leisure, not cruel or dominant but naturally able to set the pace. As he looked past the dominant magician to the mirror he saw his reality. Bound to a chair, helpless as she teased him, his angry, abused cock above the heavy balls that produced her drug as he humped the air desperately as her cum covered form tormented him. He had fantasied about sex with Zatanna but she had definitely fucked him. And as much as it hurt and embarrassed him, he loved it.

Once again showing that she was just as physically capable as the rest of the Justice League, Zatanna suddenly lifted herself off John's groin with her hands, spinning around like an acrobat, before wrapping her legs around his head, her soaking cunt overwhelming his senses. 'Here's your final lesson. You've enjoyed me doing all the work so far, so it's time you learnt how to give something back.' She teased, clenching her powerful thighs and pushing John's head further forwards. The message was clear and without needing further instruction John dove in, desperate to please her. He closed his eyes as her sweet, heady scent invaded his nostrils, prompting him to lash out with his tongue to start lapping up her sweet nectar. If he had more presence of mind he might have considered teasing her in return but the sweet taste of her pussy drove any such thoughts from his mind. He was intoxicated, his thirsty tongue probing every inch of her he could reach, even to his own ears he sounded like an amateur but then Zatanna joined in, moaning as she began to grind back into him, smearing some of her juices onto his face. 'Mmmm Mmmm...that's it, right there.' She encouraged as his questing tongue finally began to find her sweet spots. She was surprised at how enthusiastic he was and just how skilled he seemed to be, though it didn't stop her from giving directions. 

'More, just to the left, harder... Harder... That's it! Right there, fuck my wet cunt with your tongue. Yes! Yeeeessssss....' Zatanna moaned as her own orgasm suddenly rushed upon her, the constant arousal she had been feeling letting her cum quickly and powerfully. She shoved herself backwards, almost smothering the poor boy as she groaned. 'Oh my god, yes! Drink my cum John, just like I've drunk yours! Do you enjoy a woman cumming all over you too? Don't you dare stop, keep going!' She screeched, suddenly thankful that she kept a soundproofing spell on the room at all times. Her hips rolled and ground against his face as her eyes rolled back in her skull, he legs losing some of their grip as she fell forwards, squirting her release all over his red panting face with a force like a firehose. Panting she recovered from her own mind blowing orgasm as she looked in the mirror. She had sprawled across him, her face red and flushed underneath its white mask. Her own juices had mingled with his residue on her thighs as her own cum coated his face as a wet stripe on his chest showed where she had collapsed. 'You're pretty good.' She panted, before gathering her strength and pushing herself back up. 'But now it's time to get serious!' With a grunt of effort, she wrapped her legs around him again, grasping his calmer looking cock with one hand as she inched her burning core closer to his reaching tongue.

As he finally made contact, she wrapped her luscious lips once more around his cock head but that was where the finesse ended. The pair were both exhausted and it was all Zatanna could do to establish a rough rhythm, relaxing her throat to fall onto his cock, impaling herself before pushing back up to crush John's head back in the chair as her cunt was smashed into his face. She felt him suddenly find and focus on her erect clit, the brief contact enough for him to scrape his teeth along it slightly and sending sparks along her body as she collapsed forwards again, moaning in pleasure. The vibrations of her throat triggered his own moans as she pushed back up and his trembling tongue worked its way wonderfully into her quivering folds. There was no room in their mind for dirty talk or teasing, just a primal need to take and give pleasure however they could. Wet slapping sounds filled the room, interspersed with her breathy moans and the popping sound her mouth made as it was forced to relinquish its vacuum seal. Whenever he could breathe, John's own, deeper groans mixed with hers, the sound of him collecting and swallowing all of the juices he could find taking her ever higher as he began to push his head forwards as she fell forwards, not giving her anytime to recover as he began to thrust up as far as he could, giving her aching jaw no escape from his cock. Soon their moans took on a fever pitch as they came together, their screams of release muffled as their mouths continued to be captured by the other's cum, thrusting and thrashing erratically as they desperately swallowed each other's release. It seemed as if the streams would never end, each desperate attempt to breathe through the torrent of cum only triggering more from their partner, until finally they abated, Zatanna sliding limply to the ground and leaving them both exhausted and covered in sweat and cum as they came down from a high neither had ever believed possible.

After a couple of minutes, their breathing began to return to an ordinary rate, letting Zatanna cast her spells again. 'R... Revocer... Revocer ruo htaerb.' She gasped, suddenly feeling refreshed, like a catch had been lifted on her chest. From the gasps above her, John was feeling better too. She shakily rose to her feet. 'Nruter ruo ygrene dna ytivitisnes ot eht slevel erofeb ew dah xes' She cast again, feeling strength flooding back into her limbs, the white hot blaze between her legs fading to a dull ache, though the need to be filled remained as strong as ever. She saw a look of pure relief wash over John's face as his cock received the same treatment, though it remained hard and ready. 'You've done so well John, thank you.' Zatanna began, standing before him almost embarrassed by the side of her that he had seen. 'Do you still want your reward?' She glanced at him almost shyly and he smiled. Though his strength had recovered, his mind was still reeling from the night's events.

'I haven't come this far to back down now.' He reassured her. 'To have gone through so much tonight and not fulfil my fantasy all the way would just be embarrassing!' He laughed, suddenly aware of how ridiculous he must look, cum glazed and tied to a chair, trousers around his ankles and dick straining skywards.

Zatanna smiled in relief and gave a small chuckle. 'Well we can't disappoint your fantasy can we? Though I doubt this was what you bad in mind?' She gestured to her ruined beauty, dishevelled, naked and cum stained, her clothes strewn around the room in a worse state than she was. 'Pirts nhoJ, mrofsnart eht raihc otni a deb, esare sih sdnob dna erotser ym emutsoc elihw gninaelc su' Zatanna intoned, the convenient magic causing John to appear clean and naked on a comfy bed, his ties gone as a clean, clothed Zatanna climbed onto the bed, her predatory eyes beginning to shine again. 'I figured that when you dreamt about that strong cock taking me, you were free and I wasn't bukkaked' she teased, before crawling slowly up his body. 'So I have just, one, final, question.' She began, kissing along his jawline, before staring into his eyes. 'How did you think you'd fuck me?'

Up until that moment, it was as if John was paralysed, still bound by shock. The question released him, his hands roaming along the perfect body that had teased him for so long, feeling the soft skin and toned muscles properly for the first time. He kissed her deeply on the lips, both hungrily attacking the other's tongue, before he pulled back, a shining string of saliva linking them before snapping. 'I thought I'd sit down, you'd climb on top and I'd fuck you until you screamed my name' John almost growled his answer, Zatanna surprised by the sudden change from the meek virgin she had lured to her dressing room. Was this her doing or was he always going to be like this if he gained some confidence? He sat up, holding her close as he lifted her with strength he never realised he had and positioned her over his aching cock, ready to slam inside her sweet pussy. 'Would you mind?' He asked, his meaning clear.

'Evomer ym raewrednu' Zatanna cast, her bottoms vanishing and leaving her tight, dripping hole completely vulnerable. She was excited to see just what kind of beast she had unleashed. 'Now show me what you've got staaaawwwh!' She never finished her sentence as John suddenly pulled her down, impaling her in one quick blow and making himself a man at last with a mutual groan. 'Oh my god, you're so big inside me!' Zatanna moaned, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Each time she was finished fucking she would magically tighten herself back up so that each partner felt as if they were taking her virginity.

John was in heaven, cock caressed on all sides by a hot, slick vice. He stopped in amazement after he bottomed out, enjoying the feeling of such unbelievable pleasure. Then planting himself securely on the bed, he began to move. It was slow at first, gauging her reaction and savouring how each pleat caressed every inch, every ridge as he split her apart. Before long though, Zatanna felt herself getting impatient. 'Come on, I thought that you were going to fuck me and make me scream your name.' She teased, winding her hands into his hair and pulling him sharply back in for another kiss. As their tongues started to do battle once more, she felt his hands shift around her body, searching for the best position, before he began thrusting harder into her, making her bounce joyously on his cock. She broke the kiss to throw her head back, feeling a hand tear down her shirt to send her tits out into the air again. As John picked up the pace even further, her chest went wild, bouncing unrestrained, nipples scraping along John's chest as her nails dragged along his back. She heard him hiss, the slight pain only spurring him on more. He might have been fucking her but she was still riding him, making him drive her harder as she felt her orgasm building. She felt his hand dig into her hip as his other began to maul her tits, such a grip was sure to cause bruising the next day. Suddenly his teeth were at her shoulder, biting down as he fought to keep his own orgasm at bay and she dug in harder. 'Don't you dare hold back, cum you bastard, cum in me!' She screamed, feeling him tighten as he left himself go, the added pressure of his grip and the feeling of his hot, thick seed filling her entirely triggered her own released. 'Oh fuck! Oh yes fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me John, FUCK ME!' She screeched, involuntary spasms causing her raking nails to draw blood as they collapsed against each other, panting but almost laughing from their highs.

'Told you I'd make you scream my name' John panted, the night's events now a dream come true. He was draped over Zatanna's shoulder, looking down her back as he saw his seed start to leak out of her pounded snatch and he smiled. His cock was still hard inside her as she shakily climbed off him and spread her legs, showing him his cream pie as she stuffed her hand deep inside, scooping out a sticky wad off their combined juices before shoving her hand into her mouth, moaning as she swallowed the mixture. 'Oh fuck that's so hot.' John groaned, feeling another few strands of cum shoot from his cock, quickly collected by her hand as the other held his cock, quickly jerking the remnants from him and swallowing them down.

Suddenly she span around and backed up against him, looking over her shoulder at the shocked man. 'Mmmmmmm you really did John and you still taste delicious. You're pretty good for a virgin but we aren't done yet, not by a long shot.' She raised herself up and placed the tip of this head against her puckered asshole. 'I still have holes to fill and I'm not going to stop until I've milked those magnificent balls dry!' With that she sank down, only making it halfway along the shaft before the tightness of her passage forced her to stop. 'Ooohhhh fuck I love this feeling.' She moaned, leaning back against John's chest as she squatted on the balls of her feet. She slowly drew herself up, loving how she could feel herself hugging each feature if the cock inside her as the pressure ebbed. 'Cocks good, but feeling someone fill you fuller than you'd ever imagined with thick, hot liquid? It's even better!' On the last word she drove herself back down, her ample cheeks cushioning the blow as her hips met his, her hole taking all every inch like a professional whore.

Even in his wildest dreams John had never expected this. His idol, Justice League member Zatanna Zatara had just taken his cock up her ass after he'd filled her pussy with his cum and now she was riding him like a bitch in heat, leaning forwards on the bed and driving herself down hard onto his cock. Her guttural moans and the wet sounds of their bodies slamming together filled the room, the sight of her pale skin bouncing against his almost hypnotic. Her top hat had long since become dislodged again and her jet black hair was framed as a constant halo behind her, before it slammed down, almost as if it was flogging her to drive her on. Breaking from his trance, John grabbed her hips again with both hands, joining her rhythm to push her up and down again with added force as he drove his hips up to meet her. The effect was immediate. Her moans increased in intensity and frequency, until it was clear that coherent thought was no longer in control of her actions, only pure unthinking lust as she ripped herself apart on John's cock again and again. John reached around and crushed her tits to her chest, gripping onto the soft globes as if holding on for dear life as he was crushed in the most pleasurable vice imaginable. A waft of cool air would kiss his shaft before being engulfed once more but his head felt as if it would melt from heat inside the succubus riding him. 

Said demon suddenly reached down with one hand, rubbing furiously at her erect clit as her groans turned guttural once more. If not for the copious amount of liquids coating her hand and pussy it should have burnt but the friction finally sent her over the edge, cunt spasming to squirt her own juices across the room, spattering onto the dressing table mirror as her ass clenched painfully around John, causing him to starting shooting her intestines full of his cum even as it felt like her contracting muscles were trying force him out. 'Oh yeah, that's right! Take my cum Zatanna, take it all in your tight ass!' He groaned. He saw Zatanna looking nearly broken in the cum splattered mirror, her cunt red and puffy as it twitched, cum leaking from it and her eyes wide and staring, her back mouth open in a groan as her tits oozed from between his squeezing fingers. The sight prompted him to cum again, making him feel like another load was trying to push past the first as he exploded anew, his burning heat only adding to the furnace as the two kept thrusting against each other, seemingly determined to fill Zatanna with the thick liquid until she burst.

Eventually though John's strength failed him, exhausted from his ordeals and the vigorous fucking that followed, even magic could only take him so far. He collapsed on the bed as Zatanna kept pile-driving him like a woman possessed. 'Oh fuck yes! Fill my ass with your cum you animal! Give me all of your cum, treat me like a cum dumpster, fill me up!' She cried, before noticing that even with her best efforts she couldn't coax anymore liquid from his balls. 'Nooooooo...' She moaned, turning back around, a wild look in her eyes. 'You can't be done yet? I'm not finished with you! I need morrrreeee...' She moaned, before lifting herself from his cock and slamming it back inside her gaping pussy in one smooth movement. 'I know, you're tired of my ass right? You want my cum hungry cunt to milk you again right? Any hole will do, just keep cumming inside me!' She shouted, an odd mix of pleading and ordering. John tried his best to sit up and resume the hard fucking she was begging for but he may have been bound again for all of the strength that he could summon in his limbs, his hips thrusting weakly on instinct more than desire. Each time she bottomed out the invading prick forced the stale cum out, mingling with her own juices and the warmer cum oozing steadily from her puffy, bruised asshole as it slid down John's cock, pooling on his lap to make each impact of her reddening ass against his thighs to sting slightly. 

As much as he wanted to, John's magically enhanced staying power was starting to fail; his cock was still painfully hard and eager but even with the burning sensitivity creeping back along his glans and the heavy balls swinging up from the impact Zatanna couldn't seem to coax another load from his gaping slit. She crashed down and stayed there, grinding on his lap as her nails began scratching anywhere they could reach in an attempt to coax him back to life. Her hungry folds began to undulate around the shaft between them, milking him expertly even as his chest became a pattern of welts and scratches. 'Oh my god, you feel so good!' John moaned even as he hissed. His eyes rolled back slightly as Zatanna leaned forwards, capturing a nipple in her mouth as she began to roughly but expertly massage his aching balls. 'Mmmmmmm stop, if you keep going I'm going to cum again!' He moaned, bucking strongly against her, his body more honest than his mouth. All his half-hearted attempts seemed to do was encourage the magical slut as she seemed to redouble her efforts, locking her deep, dark eyes with him, seeming to command him to cum again from beneath her long lashed. He couldn't help but obey, arms finding the last ounce of strength within them as he screamed his release, feeling each globule of semen flow into her hungry womb as he pulled her down firmly upon him, feeling her shudder as she bit down hard, the spark of pain somehow mingling with the intense pleasure running along every nerve in his body. It felt as if his orgasm went on forever, the minds of the two both overwhelmed by the searing pleasure, until finally John slumped back down upon the bed, his cock finished ejaculating but still ready for more.

'I'm still not finished John, I know that you're holding out on me!' Zatanna gasped, seeming more like she was fresh from a life or death battle than fucking. 'Fill me more, give me every last sperm you have!' With this declaration, Zatanna began to move again, her world shrunken to the cock inside her, pushing the cum coating her insides to stimulate spots that she never even realised could feel good. Her limbs were burning as she began to move again, too exhausted to speak or even focus on John, her entire will focused entirely on harvesting every last drop of cum she could from the man beneath her. By now she was so sensitive herself that every few thrusts she'd exploded in orgasmic agony, her own cum diluting the thick loads inside her before she could coax another from the tortured cock inside her. Then she would cum again, long and hard as she was filled, every drop of liquid inside her a mind breaking aphrodisiac to the cum addicted heroine. Eventually even her strength ran out and she collapsed, toppling from the cock inside her and lying beside her boy toy, cock and cunt quivering and spasming even without stimulation, the very air itself and the steady stream of cum trickling from her gaping hole keeping her in an orgasmic state for a good few minutes before she could turn to John. 'Well that, my little stud, was...' She trailed off when she noticed that John was in no state to listen. His cock may have been hard still but he was completely unconscious, drained by the thirsty magician. 'Oh damn.' Zatanna moaned, guilt and shame beginning to puncture her elation. 'Not again...' She moaned, somehow finding the strength to lunge back down to his cock, sucking as hard as she could at the head, before narrowing down to the slit, eventually just using her tongue and fingers to spread his cock open as far as she could to find the last dregs of cum left. It took her quite a while before she finally gave up and started to cum back to her senses. 'I guess I'd better call someone to look after him until he wakes up... I wonder if there's a returning customer discount?'

John awoke in a hotel room. He felt aches all over his body, even with the comfortable mattress he felt like one huge bruise. It took a few moments for him to remember the night before, the final image in his bleary mind was Zatanna screaming at him to give her more as she stirred her cream filled pussy with his spurting dick. He sat up in a panic, scanning the room for the magician, before checking his cock when there was no sign of her. It was finally soft, he had forgotten what it looked like when it wasn't angrily erect. The hotel room was obviously expensive, his clothes from the night before had been expertly cleaned and laundered. As he crossed to the bathroom for a well-earned shower, he noticed a celluloid photograph taped to the mirror. It showed Zatanna kneeling over his wilting cock, her costume ruined and her holes gaping as cum trickled down. She was winking and sucking on her finger, the black lipstick streaks on his cock making it clear what she was cleaning from herself. There was a black lipstick kiss on the back, though with dots of white, and a message. 'Dear John. Thank you so much for last night, I know you must be sore today but I hope it was worth it, I haven't been satisfied like that for a long time. I become somebody else whenever I see or feel cum, almost like an addict and yours was some of the best!' Despite himself John smiled at the compliment and his cock began stirring as he remembered the feeling of her body and mouth worshipping him even as he felt like he was being punished for something in a past life. 'I've left you a couple of gifts. First, your cock will actually tire now but your stamina, recovery and production will be just as strong as they were last night. The second is my phone number. Let me know if you want tickets for my next show, I'm always thirsty after my act. X' John stared at the digits in front of him, before slipping the photo into his pocket. He stripped down, climbing into the shower, feeling the warm spray wash away the sweat and pain from the night before. Remembering the magnificent magician made him hard again and he unconsciously reached down, trying to mimic her expert touches as the water hammered onto him. He tried things he had never thought of before, lightly scratching his head and rubbing beneath his foreskin to stimulate the glans directly even as he wrung his hand around the shaft. Eventually though it was a combination of rubbing his finger directly along his slit and the memory of his choking throat begging him to cum that finally pushed him over the edge, his cum exploding in front of him to stain the shower wall. It felt nearly as intense as the night before but once his orgasm was finally complete, his cock softened again under the water and John felt relief that every time he felt horny he wouldn’t have to knock himself out to finish.

As he was leaving the hotel, avoiding a knowing smile from the receptionist, his mind was racing. Zatanna only did shows annually. There was plenty of time to gain experience before then. And then he could show the magician a few new tricks...

Thanks very much to my anonymous commissioner, this was great fun to do and different as it was to my ordinary work, it was nice to step outside my comfort zone. Kindly fave and comment if you’ve enjoyed it!