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AMOROUS GOODS: THE PENDANT OF MIN [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-the-pendant-of-min] HE JUST COULDN'T BELIEVE SHE COULD EVER CHEAT. Based on a post by ShowTime8 [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-gaudus]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods1-09.mp3] at Explicit Novels [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg] As painful as the scene on the computer screen was, Trevor Duncan couldn't look away. Part of the reason was he still couldn't believe his eyes, even though he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt it was authentic. Still, he was looking for some clue, some sign that it wasn't as it seemed. The other reason was Trevor felt utterly defeated and that he had already lost the most important thing in his life. He hurt so much emotionally, maybe piling on the pain would eventually get him to the point that he'd be numb to it; like a an emotional callous. The video was obviously shot from a phone set up ahead of time to capture the action on the bed. Trevor didn't recognize the bedroom at all, but knew exactly where and when it was. He also recognized the very attractive woman, lying on the bed half-naked with her legs spread, while a man lied with his head between him. "Oh God, you eat pussy so good," Larissa Duncan purred as she squirmed with her feet on the man's shoulders, while one hand played with the hair of the man pleasuring her. The other hand was working to free her tits from her C-cup bra. Once it did, she started playing with both nipples. "Fuck, fuck...I'm cumming;� The man chuckled as Larissa trembled and then pushed his head away. "Enough foreplay, I need a cock in me," Larissa said in a breathless voice as she tossed her bra on the ground, and wiggled out of her long blue dress that was bunched at her waist. "Do I get a choice of where it goes?" said the deep voice of Hunter McPhillip. As horrible as what Larissa was doing in the video, the 'who' made it even worse. Trevor and Hunter were both professors of English Literature at Gradestone University. They hated each other at first sight when Trevor started at GU five years prior. Hunter was arrogant, but lazy. He barely made his quota every year for scholarly publications and majority of it was derivative with his focus being ancient folklore. Trevor published numerous articles and several books on the effect of attitudes towards sexuality on popular culture as represented in literature. Locally, he was called Dr. Erotic because of his most popular book dealing with the 'Fifty Shades' phenomenon. "Oh, I think I know what you mean," Larissa said in a sultry tone on the video as she moved towards Hunter, who was now standing by the edge of the bed naked with his five-inch erection poking out underneath his beer gut. "Okay, for eating me so good, you deserve a little treat, but you're fucking my pussy, mister. I can't get pregnant by swallowing." With a look of pure joy and lust, Larissa took him in his mouth and began sucking his cock as enthusiastically as she'd ever done to Trevor. He did get blowjobs, but maybe once or twice a month. She used her hand to stroke, as she licked right down to the toad's hairy balls, which she took in her mouth in turn. Hunter groaned through it like he was in heaven. "Enough, my pussy needs this cock," Larissa said through her teeth in a lustful sexy voice as she released him and got on her hands and knees facing away from him, "There's nothing I love more than your cock in me. Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard. We've been away from the party for too long as it is. We don't want anyone to notice." Grabbing her by the hips, Hunter slammed into Trevor's wife with a grunt by both of them. He went straight to jack-rabbiting her doggy style. You could hear the sound of flesh slapping and the jingle of that ugly pendant Hunter wore around his neck at the party. As he thrust, Hunter spoke in a breathless voice to obviously taunt Trevor more. "You love this cock more than all others? Don't you baby? Say it?" "Oh, fuck;� squealed Larissa, "I love this cock more than anything. It's the only one I ever want till I die." "You don't just want to be fucked. You want me to cum deep in you and make you pregnant?" "Oh God, yes, I want your baby." Larissa began panting and shifting like she was close to coming again. With a grunt, Hunter looked to have finished in her, but then he kept going while Larissa reached to rub herself. "Yes, just a little more, just a little more. Fuck." Hunter pulled out and Trevor could clearly see the jizz dripping out of his wife's bald pussy. "Wow, that was fun. I better get back down there," Hunter said wiping his cock on the blanket. "Okay, lover," Larissa said in a breathless content voice, "I can't believe we did it here. I better freshen up and I'll see you down there. Hopefully no one suspects anything." "What if they do?" Hunter said in a smarmy voice as his hand reached towards the camera. "Does it really matter?" "You're right," giggled Larissa, "God, I love you." The screen went black and then white text appeared saying, "We waited just for this special night to come into the open about our love. You might have gotten the Dean position, but I got the girl. And hopefully soon, a son. #Winning" Trevor swore loudly and threw an empty beer can at the screen. It was three days prior that his wife casually admitted she was fucking someone when she disappeared for an hour at the party at the Donald Blune, the university president's house. The party was to announce to faculty and staff that Trevor was replacing Dr. Welsh as Dean of Humanities. After the brief argument, which caused quite a scene in front of everyone, Trevor went home, grabbed a few things and headed to a motel. His wife, who reeked of sex, had the gall to be mad that his coworkers found out she was fucking someone else with all of them there. Shortly after he checked into his room, he received the video by email. Trevor and Larissa had been married for twelve years and had Josephina, who was ten. Larissa's pregnancy had been quite difficult with complications requiring an emergency C-section. Another slap in the face was Trevor had hinted several times that he wanted another child, but Larissa refused. Now, here she was happily going to have that toad's? As unattractive as Trevor thought Hunter was, he always seemed to hook up with really attractive women. None as sexy as Larissa, at least until that party. Hunter was a good bullshitter, but Trevor never in his wildest dreams thought his wife would fall for it. Knowing that half the campus would know he was cuckolded at his own promotion party, Trevor hadn't returned to work. His wife also worked there in financial services as payroll manager - and was well known on campus. A tall leggy brunette with a skinny waist, full tits and a flawless face that always was smiling got noticed. Trevor couldn't stand the thought of seeing people's faces pitying him or snickering behind his back. Trevor knew he had to cool off a bit before making any definite decisions, but he was already looking at professor positions at other colleges. He couldn't see himself remaining at GU with Hunter and Larissa now a couple. What hurt more than the ending of what Trevor thought a perfect marriage was now he probably would be a part-time parent to Jo. Even with proof of her adultery, Trevor knew it was unlikely that he'd get full custody. With him planning to move out of state, the best he could probably hope for was summer and holidays with her. If he remained in Gradestone, he'd probably get split custody, but again, the thought of being in the same city as the lovers; especially when Larissa started to show, was too unbearable. There had been some attempts of Larissa or her friends and family to contact him. After her text of, "What's wrong with you? I did nothing to deserve how you treated me," Trevor blocked every way he could think of her contacting him. He even canceled his phone and got an upgrade with a new, unlisted, number in his name only. He felt really bad because he knew how much Jo would be missing her father, but he couldn't see how he could contact her without dealing with Larissa, which he wasn't ready for yet. Whereas Larrisa came from a big family, three siblings, both parents alive and a couple dozen close cousins, Trevor was basically an orphan. His parents died within a month of each other before he met his wife in college. He had no siblings or other family that he knew about. As well, all the friends he really had in town were 'their friends.' That meant, Trevor felt like he had no real support as he was going through hell. He was about to watch the video again, when he hesitated, and instead did an internet search. Within twenty minutes, he found a divorce attorney and had a free consult meeting that afternoon. Horace Derringer was one of those older men who were probably a lot older than they look. The older man looked no more than fifty, but the years on different decorations in his office made him more likely to be over sixty. Still, the man had something about him that commanded respect, which gave Trevor a lot of confidence in him. Before the meeting, Trevor sent a copy of the email to him, warning him it was graphic. Horace chuckled and said in all his years handling divorces, he'd seen everything. "Well, Mr. Duncan, I guess I do owe you an apology," Horace said, "You said this video was filmed at your promotion party? And your wife came down immediately after and admitted it, and then her lover sends the video to taunt you further? That's something I've never seen before. Of course, I will have a forensic video expert go through it carefully; both for authenticity and any details which could help either or your wife's case." "Well, she didn't just come down and admit it," Trevor said, "the fact she disappeared and missed the president announcing my promotion, and I could just tell she had sex. I mean, you could practically smell it on her and how her hair and clothes were. I was completely shocked and asked her point blank if she just had sex. She said, 'duh, of course I did.' That's when I raised my voice and asked who. She looked at me like it was a stupid question and said that I knew. I said I didn't and demanded she tell me who she just fucked loud enough for everyone to hear. That's when everyone started looking at us and she got mad at me for letting everyone know and asked me if I was going crazy." "She seemed pretty lucid in the video, which is surprising. I expected some sign of her intoxicated or under the effects of some narcotic," stated the attorney. Trevor shrugged. "It was a dry party and besides caffeine, I don't think Larissa has touched any recreational drug in the past ten years. I used to smoke and still drink occasionally, but she is a health freak." Horace shook his head. "Wow, I'm sorry Mr. Duncan, but that should give us grounds for mental cruelty - how they rubbed their affair in your face. Do you have any idea how long it was going on?" "I have absolutely no clue because there were zero signs. You heard them talking. It had to be over a period of time, but she completely deceived me. Everything about our relationship was great. Active sex life, went on regular dates, we even ate all three meals together most days because we both worked at the university. There's been no change at all until she came down from that bedroom after my promotion was announced." "She was talking about getting pregnant. Was there a change in your family planning?" Trevor sighed. "I got snipped five years ago because my wife had a rough pregnancy and didn't want to risk something happening. Since she's not on any birth control, it would be easy for her to plan to get knocked up by her lover behind my back. Horace nodded and cleared his throat. "Okay, well I definitely would be glad to represent you. Now, these proceedings always have some level of unpredictability, but I can safely give you some good and bad news ahead of time." "Okay." "Since you are planning to move out of state, no way you're getting split custody and it would be a long shot to get full. Now, if there were signs of mental stability, that would be different. I'm sorry, but I don't see that. The court will just see a woman who fell in love with another man to the point that she cruelly rejected her current spouse. And with us being a no-fault state, with no pre-nup, your assets will be split and you'll probably be paying some child support based on your comparative earnings." Trevor blinked. "I'm sorry, what is the good news?" "You strike me as an intelligent man, which is why this is so hard on you," Horace shook his head sadly. "You aren't used to be tricked and these two really pulled the wool over your eyes. I'm sure you knew financially, there was no way you were coming out on top in divorce proceedings. The good news is this will not be drawn out. With your wife actively trying to conceive with another man and admitting it in front of witnesses, no judge will be recommending counseling to try and reconcile even if she suddenly has a big change of heart. You'll still be connected by your daughter of course, but you will be free of your wife. And, we can stipulate that a neutral person be the contact for matters about her, and transport her between visits. In other words, you won't be forced to interact with your ex-wife." Trevor nodded. "I guess that's as good as news I can hope for. I have no intention of speaking to her again." "Sorry, I meant after the divorce proceedings. You two will still need to be present during the process. And since, it might take a month or more to get the ball rolling, I'm sure you won't want to be away from your daughter for that long. You will be free of her eventually. I recommend just keep your feelings in check and don't do anything stupid; like knocking anyone's teeth in." "I'd never strike my wife. I've hardly yelled at her," Trevor said sounding offended. "I meant your soon-to-be-ex-wife's lover. That video could trigger a physical response from you, and that could be used to deny you access to your daughter. That could be why they sent it to you - a trick I have seen before. My advice, besides hiring me, is find a third party you both trust to get a message to your wife that you aren't ready to see her, but want to see your daughter. For there to be any chance of full custody, it has to look like you're still wanting to actively be her father." "Of course I actively want to be her father," Trevor snapped, but Horace barely reacted. "Yes, so I'm recommending you do something that you want to do already." Trevor didn't feel any better after the meeting, but he did officially hire Horace to start getting ready to have Larissa served by the start of the following week. He was already thinking of how to connect with Jo without having to deal with Larissa. Horace's advice of a neutral go-between crossed his mind, but he couldn't see many people he'd trust, worried that they probably would be more on Larissa's side. In the end, he decided on the Balloys. Jeff and Marjorie were parents of Teaghan, who was Jo's best friend in school. Larissa and Marjorie had hit it off right away and became really good friends. Over the last couple years, the families had gone camping together and even on vacation to California. Trevor wasn't as close to Jeff as Larissa was to Marjorie, but he trusted them; especially when it came to his daughter. Trevor had all his contacts from his old phone, though with many numbers blocked just in case. He was about to call Jeff, but knew it he'd probably end up talking to Marjorie anyway. She picked up on the first ring. He didn't even finish saying 'Hello' when she interrupted. "Trevor, is that you? Where are you? Everyone is worried sick. Larissa even went to the police, but they wouldn't consider you a missing person because they thought you left her." "They aren't wrong. I did leave her." "What?" shrieked Marjorie, "How could you do that? Both of them have been crying nonstop. How the fuck could you do that? Is it another woman?" "Quit yelling and I'll tell you the full story," Trevor said firmly. She mumbled a few more swear words and then angrily said, "Fine." "I'm guessing that Larissa didn't tell you the whole story." "Only that out of nowhere you cruelly humiliated her for no reason and was acting crazy at your boss's house." Trevor snorted. "That's rich. I humiliated her? I'm sorry to speak ill of your good friend, but what happened is my once loving wife suddenly disappeared from the party. I did try to find her and asked around, but I had to stop looking because the president was about to make the big announcement of my promotion. The promotion that was the whole reason why there was a party in the first place. They made the announcement, I gave my speech, and still no sign of my wife. A fact that wasn't lost on all our co-workers present. When I was finally free to look, I found her looking and smelling like she just had sex; obviously not with me." "What? I don't believe it." "Oh, it's true. In fact, she casually admitted it like it was no big deal. She only got upset when I demanded she tell me who she fucked." "That, that does not sound like Risa at all," Marjorie said in a softer voice. "What I thought so as well. Then I get an email from her lover, Hunter fucking McPhillip, with the full video of them fucking and discussing their plans to have his baby." "Trevor, that can't be right. It has to be fake. There's no way;� Marjorie started. "I could smell him on her. There's no way she didn't fuck him. And the worse thing is," Trevor paused to compose himself before continuing, "Is how they talked like it had been going on for a while. She said she loved him. The video claims that they planned it from the beginning to announce on my special night that she was now with him." "I-I-I don't know what to say," said Marjorie sounding a little shaken, "If that really happened, it makes sense you wanting some space. All I know is Risa is not acting like a woman ready to leave her husband for another man. She is physically ill worrying about you and claims to have no idea why you ran off. She's been calling hospitals worrying that you had a brain tumor that caused this." "Maybe she's the one with the tumor. I won't put you through seeing the video unless you really want to, but I swear it's real." Trevor sighed. "Look, Marjorie, the reason I'm calling is about Jo. I really miss her and want to see her, but I'm not ready to face Larissa. Not yet. I trust you and Jeff completely with my daughter's welfare. Can you please contact my wife and convince her to let you arrange me spending some time with my daughter? I'm not going to say a word about why we're divorcing. I just need to see her." "Wow, I don't know what to say," Marjorie said, "Of course, I'll help you see Jo. She's as bad as Risa is right now. I'm sorry, I am just in shock she'd do something like that. I mean, how she talks about you when it's just us. She absolutely gushes about you." "Well, I guess she changed her mind. Thanks Marjorie. Please say hi to Jeff for me and I'll await your call. It can be anytime. I'm giving my two week notice to quit work and on leave for two weeks." After he got off the phone, Trevor started writing an email to Dr. Blune giving him the heads up that he was quitting. As the university president was a couple yards away from the confrontation between him and Larissa, Trevor didn't expect him to be surprised. The only silver lining was that Trevor wasn't currently teaching any courses, so there was only a single research project tha

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AMOROUS GOODS: EXORCIST RINGS [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-exorcist-rings] TWO PEOPLE FALL IN LOVE DURING AN EXORCIST. Based on a post by ShowTime8 [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-gaudus]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods1-14.mp3] at Explicit Novels [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg] 3 days ago, Boston suburb of Dorchester The second worse day of John's life had occurred about a month ago when his cock had turned itself around in the shower one morning and started talking to him using the external urethral opening at the end of his cock as a mouth. "John, I'm not going to suck myself." John's cock said. "Either you're gonna start finding some women to do it or you will need to learn yoga so you can do it yourself." "What the hell!" John had screamed. "Hell is right John, a demon from Hell has possessed your cock. Deal with it." John's cock said. John had hoped that within a few days the situation would fix itself. He hated going to doctors and this seemed like a medical problem he really didn't want to deal with. The worse day of John's life was occurring now. Twenty minutes into his Zoom meeting with his corporate headquarters in England and clients in Germany, with over 40 people viewing him on video, his possessed cock had somehow taken over his body. The demon had forced him to stand bolt upright, work his possessed cock out of his underpants, got his possessed cock to lower his fly from the inside of his pants. Once out, his cock had waved back and forth while it screamed prophesies of the end of the world in English and German at the terrified business people. After nearly five minutes jets of fire had started rocketing from his possessed cock like a mini flame thrower in his pants, setting his work station ablaze. "Sorry everyone, I think I might be coming down with Covid." John yelled, trying to talk over his cock as it harangued the business people in German with what sounded like a speech from Hitler. "You need to let the church cut it off and burn it on a pyre of blessed logs." One of the Germans said. "It's the only way to;� Thankfully at that point he was dropped from the call. As John worked the fire extinguisher to put out his burning desk he said out loud "Aw man, if this continues I might really have to think about seeing a doctor." 2 days ago, Old South Church, Boston Back Bay district John had decided to work from his office instead of staying home on covid quarantine. He felt that if his cock was going to start fires it was better to away from his own personal possessions. John had planned on walked to the Boston library from his office on his lunch break. His goal was to find some books that might explain how he could get rid of his cock demon. On the way he had spotted Old South Church. Nearly 150 years old, the Northern Italian Gothic style Church had served generations of Bostonians religious needs. He decided to stop there first as it was on the way. "Can I help you?" A church employee asked as John entered the holy edifice. Smoke had started rising out of his pants as soon as he had stepped onto the holy ground around the church. "Nah, I'm good." John said as he quickly walked around the man and made his way to the stone basin in the corner of the room along the wall. "I'm just going to stick my cock in the holy water." "Stop, what are you doing?" an older woman yelled as she came running up to him. "There's a wedding in progress!" "Chill out, my cock got possessed." John explained. "I'm going to drowned it in holy water. I don't have time for this today; I have to get back to the office." John stripped his pants and underwear off and tried to get his genitals into the basin. The basin was deep and set against the wall so try as he might, he could not get his possessed cock into the water. Finally, he settled on dipping his underwear into the water like a sponge then rubbing the wet material against his bloated and turgid member. His cock responded by shrieking, squealing, and making other high pitched noises like a three month old baby getting its nails clipped before shooting more jets of fire into the pews. "I object to your wedding. I object to your happiness." His cock yelled before screaming at the horrified wedding guests in German. "You ruined my daughter's wedding you stupid freak." The older woman started crying while she directed terrified wedding guests from the burning church. "Why didn't you cut your possessed wiener off and burn it on a pyre of blessed logs like a normal person; instead of ruining everything for everyone. I'm calling the Holy Inquisition; I hope they kick your ass." John quickly made his escape, dashing into a crowd of people near the fire trucks that had arrived to fight the blazing holy building. Yesterday, Dagon church in the Boston Downtown Crossing district "Father Dagon cannot help you, Jesus cannot help you." The old priest warned. "It is said in the holy bible, 'I have been expelled from Your sight. Nevertheless I will look again toward Your holy temple'. You have been banished from the eyes of the gods for your sins." "What sins?" John whined. "I called every church in Boston and all of them hung up on me. You burn one church down and are wanted by the Holy Inquisition and suddenly no one wants to help you. It's total bullshit." "I will tell you of your sins again god, but first you need to give god's messenger money." The old priest nodded sagely, "We don't take credit card anymore." John quickly handed the priest the $3,000 they had demanded over the phone. "On talk like a pirate day, back on September 19th, do you remember what you did, it was a Saturday." "Yeah, I went with my buddy Gary to the bar for his birthday. We got totally drunk, it was a great time." "Do you remember your blasphemy against the image of the holy spirit?" "What are you talking about, I went to the bar. I got a little drunk, that's it." "And there you pissed on a plate of spaghetti, the holy symbol of the holy spirit in his guise as the flying spaghetti monster, on his most holy day." "What? I was drunk, there was a line for the bathroom. Someone had ordered spaghetti, it was on the table. Yes, I pissed on it, it was funny." "You think blaspheming god is funny?" "It was meant as a joke, it was funny." Well, god didn't find your little joke funny and removed your cock from his sight. Now, it's possessed by demons. The way I see it, you have two options. You can have the Catholic Church amputate your possessed cock and burn it to ash on a pyre of blessed logs. It's outpatient surgery. It's covered by most insurance plans, your only out of pocket would be the $15 copay." "I'm not paying someone $15 to cut my cock off." John angrily demanded. "What's my other option? And it better be fucking good cause I paid you $3,000." The priest chuckled. "The other option is Amorous Goods. I talked to them this morning. They agreed to help in exchange for your Bentley. Please bring the title to your car with you tomorrow. Your appointment is at 9am. Be prompt. Here's the address." "They want my car, forget that." John hissed. "Hey, what's that singing?" The priest motioned John to the church window overlooking the parking lot. Outside a dozen white panel vans had stopped in the lot. Dozens of nuns of the Holy Inquisition spilled forth. Their black and white head to toe habits hiding their faces as they slowly moved in to surround the building. Singing hymns in praise of god, the butts of their M-16s against their shoulders as they leveled the guns at the church. "Oh shit." John's cock whimpered fearfully. "It's pirates, don't let them get me!" The Pastafarians had sent in their paladins as well, holy members of the crimson corsairs of the flying spaghetti monster. One of their members pointed to the window John was looking out of. Her dark pirate overbust corset, red skirt, and knee high black leather pirate boots highlighted her figure as she raised her pirate sword and let out a mighty battle cry. "You no longer have a car." The priest continued chuckling. "Now run." Today, Abandon warehouse near Amorous Goods on the outskirts of Boston "Hi, you must be John, I'm Vicky, and this is Amy." Vicky greeted John as he walked in the door to the abandon warehouse. "Don't worry, Amy's not with the Holy Inquisition. Now please hand over the title to your car and we can get started." Handing Vicky the title to his car John asked. "What are you going to do to me? Who are you? Who's Amy?" "Yes, let's do a question and answer session. I'm sure the Holy Inquisition will wait around while we address all your concerns." Amy rolled her eyes and snarked. "Okay, a few weeks ago I slipped this really cute guy in my yoga class a love potion. He was married but I thought he would be much happier with me than his wife. He was cute, well hung, rich, the usual. Turned out his wife was a witch. This bitch's witches coven found me guilty of maleficium, cursed me, and so now my pussy is a gateway to hell." "Why are you dressed like a nun?" John asked. Amy did a full turn. Her faux leather vinyl sexy nun costume was skin tight on her firm 5'6" athletic figure. Her blue and black hair shoulder length hair back in a bun under her habit. "It pisses the demons in my pussy off, plus I love how it makes my ass look. Why are you dressed like a nun?" "My cock demon set my pants on fire again, then I had to beat up these nuns with the Inquisition. Then I stole one of their outfits. Last night was a long night." John sighed. "Okay you two. I'm a small business owner and my dead uncle was a wizard so I know what I am doing." Vicky broke in addressing the two possessed people. "What needs to happen is you need to ejaculate your wiener demon into the vortex to hell in your pussy. Please get inside the faraday cage." Vicky hoped this would work this time and the two test subjects would not explode but didn't want to mention to them what had happened to the last two possessed people she had tried helping. "What? All I needed to do is have sex with this whore and the demon would be gone." John whined. "I'm not a whore, I'm a yoga instructor, bartender, and teacher martial arts." Amy responded. "What do you do, mug nuns for a living." "I work in corporate finance, I'll be senior desk for capital structuring and investment decisions within two years." John bragged. "Okay, well, you want me to be a whore huh, okay then, that's a Neiman Marcus watch. Give me your watch." Amy said with a huge grin on her face. "If you don't then let's see how much you like it when the Holy Inquisition cuts your cock off. And get out of that outfit, let me see what you got." "My watch cost $15,000. I'm not just going;� John started while stripping off the nun's habit he was wearing. "No, my watch cost $15,000, now take it and your clothes off and get in that cage." Amy said with an angry smile, her nostrils flared out with her barely concealed rage. She was secretly happy with the turn of events. On the downside she was going to be having sex with a crossdressing weirdo five minutes after meeting him on a ratty, piss-stained mattress in some cage in an abandon building but with Covid she had learned to take what she could get when she could get it. On the plus side, he was well muscled and a dongoloid Ryan Reynolds look-a-like, not really much chest hair but nice abs. As she crawled in after him she grabbed his scrotum and gave it a playful tug. She smiled a little when he screamed and tried to pull away. "Do you watch Parks and Recreation?" John asked. "You have a weird awkward vibe about you, like Aubrey Plaza." "Well thanks, that's what I was going for, awkward slutty nun. Yeah, she's my favorite on that show. I like her better than Ron Swanson." Amy said, giving John her best weird girl stare. "I have her movie Life after Beth on DVD, I mean my place got shot up pretty bad by nuns last night, but it should be alright if you wanted to come over and watch it." John started blushing as he asked Amy out. "It's a hilarious zombie movie." John's cock said. "Yeah as soon as we're done fucking in this cage I would like that. I love horror movies." Amy smiled back. "Plus, I don't have sex till the third date so you owe me three retroactive dates." Amy lay on her back on the mattress and John pushed her nun mini skirt up before he slipped his head between her legs. His tongue found her clit and he started licking it in a capital T motion. As she became wet he moved his hand to slip a finger into her. As he did so the gateway to hell inside her pussy opened and the sound of a lighthouse fog horn rang out from between her vaginal lips temporary dazing him with its loud blast. Amy immediately rolled him over and mounted him. His thick member slid into her, filling her. When his cock demon tried squirting fire, the flames passed harmlessly into the vast chasm of the hell vortex. She grabbed his hand and worked her clit as she bounced on his member. His girth was large but not unpleasantly painful to her delicate slit. Lighting started shooting off the pair as their climax drew near. The hell vortex vibrated wildly as the demon was slowly sucked from John's cock. Amy felt like she was masturbating with a large dildo in her slit and her vibrator set to maximum near her clit. Suddenly John rolled himself back on top of her. Pinning her to the mattress with his larger frame, he started thrusting into her with strong powerful movements, timing himself perfectly with her wildly bucking hips. She could feel his scrotum, the scrotum she had be playfully tugging only minutes before, slapping against her ass as she wrapped her legs around his hips. Finally, the demon slipped from John's cock into the hell vortex and he came hard spraying his hot cum deep inside her. Amy felt the warmth soak over her like she had dunked her head under water during a bubble bath at the perfect temperature. The orgasm that followed knocked the breath out of her. As she came to she saw stars in front of her eyes and realized she had left bloody scratch marks down John's chest and back. She wanted to apologize but was to out of breath to form words. Finally she got enough strength to roll on to her side only to be hit with another wave of orgasmic bliss, sending her into another round of mini convulsions. Finally John wrapped her in his nun outfit and gently carried her from the cage. "Okay you two." Vicky said. "Here's a pair of magic anti-demon rings, each of you need to wear one and have sex with each other once or twice a week for the next month. That should be enough time for the hell gate to permanently close with the demon firmly trapped within." "Amy, I know that must have been so hard for you, the rest of the times will likely be just as intense just minus the lightning bolts shooting out of your asses. If you need to back out, we will come up with a plan B." Vicky explained, rubbing her hand over the exhausted woman's forehead. "Once or twice a day." Amy weary replied. "We will be doing that at least once or twice a day. How long till the pussy gate closes for good and that never happens again?" Vicky was unsure if she should respond. Finally she explained "You two are kind of soul locked, that will always happen if you have sex with him. I'm sorry." "I'm not." Amy gasped, still fighting to get her breath back. Epilogue, Old South Church, Boston Back Bay district Two years had passed since John and Amy had met. The anti-demon rings had been replaced with engagement rings. The wedding had to be kept small thanks in part to the Covid vaccine causing the occasional uncontrollable diarrhea rage zombie outbreaks. The wedding had gotten almost half way done when a naked man kicked in the door. He ran to the basin of holy water and tried to stick his cock in. His cock shrieked in panic, then started singing the greatest disco hits from the 70's while spraying fire into the pews. The two love birds were able to say "I do." before the smoke forced them to flee the building. John was able to slip a business card for Amorous Goods into the naked man's hand as he ran pass, dozens of pirates and nuns in hot pursuit. To be continued, in the series, Amorous Goods [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-a-lit-anthology-series]; a collaborative storyline for Literotica

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episode Amorous Goods: The Pendant of Min cover

Amorous Goods: The Pendant of Min

AMOROUS GOODS: THE PENDANT OF MIN [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-the-pendant-of-min] HE JUST COULDN'T BELIEVE SHE COULD EVER CHEAT. Based on a post by ShowTime8 [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-gaudus]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods1-09.mp3] at Explicit Novels [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg] As painful as the scene on the computer screen was, Trevor Duncan couldn't look away. Part of the reason was he still couldn't believe his eyes, even though he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt it was authentic. Still, he was looking for some clue, some sign that it wasn't as it seemed. The other reason was Trevor felt utterly defeated and that he had already lost the most important thing in his life. He hurt so much emotionally, maybe piling on the pain would eventually get him to the point that he'd be numb to it; like a an emotional callous. The video was obviously shot from a phone set up ahead of time to capture the action on the bed. Trevor didn't recognize the bedroom at all, but knew exactly where and when it was. He also recognized the very attractive woman, lying on the bed half-naked with her legs spread, while a man lied with his head between him. "Oh God, you eat pussy so good," Larissa Duncan purred as she squirmed with her feet on the man's shoulders, while one hand played with the hair of the man pleasuring her. The other hand was working to free her tits from her C-cup bra. Once it did, she started playing with both nipples. "Fuck, fuck...I'm cumming;� The man chuckled as Larissa trembled and then pushed his head away. "Enough foreplay, I need a cock in me," Larissa said in a breathless voice as she tossed her bra on the ground, and wiggled out of her long blue dress that was bunched at her waist. "Do I get a choice of where it goes?" said the deep voice of Hunter McPhillip. As horrible as what Larissa was doing in the video, the 'who' made it even worse. Trevor and Hunter were both professors of English Literature at Gradestone University. They hated each other at first sight when Trevor started at GU five years prior. Hunter was arrogant, but lazy. He barely made his quota every year for scholarly publications and majority of it was derivative with his focus being ancient folklore. Trevor published numerous articles and several books on the effect of attitudes towards sexuality on popular culture as represented in literature. Locally, he was called Dr. Erotic because of his most popular book dealing with the 'Fifty Shades' phenomenon. "Oh, I think I know what you mean," Larissa said in a sultry tone on the video as she moved towards Hunter, who was now standing by the edge of the bed naked with his five-inch erection poking out underneath his beer gut. "Okay, for eating me so good, you deserve a little treat, but you're fucking my pussy, mister. I can't get pregnant by swallowing." With a look of pure joy and lust, Larissa took him in his mouth and began sucking his cock as enthusiastically as she'd ever done to Trevor. He did get blowjobs, but maybe once or twice a month. She used her hand to stroke, as she licked right down to the toad's hairy balls, which she took in her mouth in turn. Hunter groaned through it like he was in heaven. "Enough, my pussy needs this cock," Larissa said through her teeth in a lustful sexy voice as she released him and got on her hands and knees facing away from him, "There's nothing I love more than your cock in me. Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard. We've been away from the party for too long as it is. We don't want anyone to notice." Grabbing her by the hips, Hunter slammed into Trevor's wife with a grunt by both of them. He went straight to jack-rabbiting her doggy style. You could hear the sound of flesh slapping and the jingle of that ugly pendant Hunter wore around his neck at the party. As he thrust, Hunter spoke in a breathless voice to obviously taunt Trevor more. "You love this cock more than all others? Don't you baby? Say it?" "Oh, fuck;� squealed Larissa, "I love this cock more than anything. It's the only one I ever want till I die." "You don't just want to be fucked. You want me to cum deep in you and make you pregnant?" "Oh God, yes, I want your baby." Larissa began panting and shifting like she was close to coming again. With a grunt, Hunter looked to have finished in her, but then he kept going while Larissa reached to rub herself. "Yes, just a little more, just a little more. Fuck." Hunter pulled out and Trevor could clearly see the jizz dripping out of his wife's bald pussy. "Wow, that was fun. I better get back down there," Hunter said wiping his cock on the blanket. "Okay, lover," Larissa said in a breathless content voice, "I can't believe we did it here. I better freshen up and I'll see you down there. Hopefully no one suspects anything." "What if they do?" Hunter said in a smarmy voice as his hand reached towards the camera. "Does it really matter?" "You're right," giggled Larissa, "God, I love you." The screen went black and then white text appeared saying, "We waited just for this special night to come into the open about our love. You might have gotten the Dean position, but I got the girl. And hopefully soon, a son. #Winning" Trevor swore loudly and threw an empty beer can at the screen. It was three days prior that his wife casually admitted she was fucking someone when she disappeared for an hour at the party at the Donald Blune, the university president's house. The party was to announce to faculty and staff that Trevor was replacing Dr. Welsh as Dean of Humanities. After the brief argument, which caused quite a scene in front of everyone, Trevor went home, grabbed a few things and headed to a motel. His wife, who reeked of sex, had the gall to be mad that his coworkers found out she was fucking someone else with all of them there. Shortly after he checked into his room, he received the video by email. Trevor and Larissa had been married for twelve years and had Josephina, who was ten. Larissa's pregnancy had been quite difficult with complications requiring an emergency C-section. Another slap in the face was Trevor had hinted several times that he wanted another child, but Larissa refused. Now, here she was happily going to have that toad's? As unattractive as Trevor thought Hunter was, he always seemed to hook up with really attractive women. None as sexy as Larissa, at least until that party. Hunter was a good bullshitter, but Trevor never in his wildest dreams thought his wife would fall for it. Knowing that half the campus would know he was cuckolded at his own promotion party, Trevor hadn't returned to work. His wife also worked there in financial services as payroll manager - and was well known on campus. A tall leggy brunette with a skinny waist, full tits and a flawless face that always was smiling got noticed. Trevor couldn't stand the thought of seeing people's faces pitying him or snickering behind his back. Trevor knew he had to cool off a bit before making any definite decisions, but he was already looking at professor positions at other colleges. He couldn't see himself remaining at GU with Hunter and Larissa now a couple. What hurt more than the ending of what Trevor thought a perfect marriage was now he probably would be a part-time parent to Jo. Even with proof of her adultery, Trevor knew it was unlikely that he'd get full custody. With him planning to move out of state, the best he could probably hope for was summer and holidays with her. If he remained in Gradestone, he'd probably get split custody, but again, the thought of being in the same city as the lovers; especially when Larissa started to show, was too unbearable. There had been some attempts of Larissa or her friends and family to contact him. After her text of, "What's wrong with you? I did nothing to deserve how you treated me," Trevor blocked every way he could think of her contacting him. He even canceled his phone and got an upgrade with a new, unlisted, number in his name only. He felt really bad because he knew how much Jo would be missing her father, but he couldn't see how he could contact her without dealing with Larissa, which he wasn't ready for yet. Whereas Larrisa came from a big family, three siblings, both parents alive and a couple dozen close cousins, Trevor was basically an orphan. His parents died within a month of each other before he met his wife in college. He had no siblings or other family that he knew about. As well, all the friends he really had in town were 'their friends.' That meant, Trevor felt like he had no real support as he was going through hell. He was about to watch the video again, when he hesitated, and instead did an internet search. Within twenty minutes, he found a divorce attorney and had a free consult meeting that afternoon. Horace Derringer was one of those older men who were probably a lot older than they look. The older man looked no more than fifty, but the years on different decorations in his office made him more likely to be over sixty. Still, the man had something about him that commanded respect, which gave Trevor a lot of confidence in him. Before the meeting, Trevor sent a copy of the email to him, warning him it was graphic. Horace chuckled and said in all his years handling divorces, he'd seen everything. "Well, Mr. Duncan, I guess I do owe you an apology," Horace said, "You said this video was filmed at your promotion party? And your wife came down immediately after and admitted it, and then her lover sends the video to taunt you further? That's something I've never seen before. Of course, I will have a forensic video expert go through it carefully; both for authenticity and any details which could help either or your wife's case." "Well, she didn't just come down and admit it," Trevor said, "the fact she disappeared and missed the president announcing my promotion, and I could just tell she had sex. I mean, you could practically smell it on her and how her hair and clothes were. I was completely shocked and asked her point blank if she just had sex. She said, 'duh, of course I did.' That's when I raised my voice and asked who. She looked at me like it was a stupid question and said that I knew. I said I didn't and demanded she tell me who she just fucked loud enough for everyone to hear. That's when everyone started looking at us and she got mad at me for letting everyone know and asked me if I was going crazy." "She seemed pretty lucid in the video, which is surprising. I expected some sign of her intoxicated or under the effects of some narcotic," stated the attorney. Trevor shrugged. "It was a dry party and besides caffeine, I don't think Larissa has touched any recreational drug in the past ten years. I used to smoke and still drink occasionally, but she is a health freak." Horace shook his head. "Wow, I'm sorry Mr. Duncan, but that should give us grounds for mental cruelty - how they rubbed their affair in your face. Do you have any idea how long it was going on?" "I have absolutely no clue because there were zero signs. You heard them talking. It had to be over a period of time, but she completely deceived me. Everything about our relationship was great. Active sex life, went on regular dates, we even ate all three meals together most days because we both worked at the university. There's been no change at all until she came down from that bedroom after my promotion was announced." "She was talking about getting pregnant. Was there a change in your family planning?" Trevor sighed. "I got snipped five years ago because my wife had a rough pregnancy and didn't want to risk something happening. Since she's not on any birth control, it would be easy for her to plan to get knocked up by her lover behind my back. Horace nodded and cleared his throat. "Okay, well I definitely would be glad to represent you. Now, these proceedings always have some level of unpredictability, but I can safely give you some good and bad news ahead of time." "Okay." "Since you are planning to move out of state, no way you're getting split custody and it would be a long shot to get full. Now, if there were signs of mental stability, that would be different. I'm sorry, but I don't see that. The court will just see a woman who fell in love with another man to the point that she cruelly rejected her current spouse. And with us being a no-fault state, with no pre-nup, your assets will be split and you'll probably be paying some child support based on your comparative earnings." Trevor blinked. "I'm sorry, what is the good news?" "You strike me as an intelligent man, which is why this is so hard on you," Horace shook his head sadly. "You aren't used to be tricked and these two really pulled the wool over your eyes. I'm sure you knew financially, there was no way you were coming out on top in divorce proceedings. The good news is this will not be drawn out. With your wife actively trying to conceive with another man and admitting it in front of witnesses, no judge will be recommending counseling to try and reconcile even if she suddenly has a big change of heart. You'll still be connected by your daughter of course, but you will be free of your wife. And, we can stipulate that a neutral person be the contact for matters about her, and transport her between visits. In other words, you won't be forced to interact with your ex-wife." Trevor nodded. "I guess that's as good as news I can hope for. I have no intention of speaking to her again." "Sorry, I meant after the divorce proceedings. You two will still need to be present during the process. And since, it might take a month or more to get the ball rolling, I'm sure you won't want to be away from your daughter for that long. You will be free of her eventually. I recommend just keep your feelings in check and don't do anything stupid; like knocking anyone's teeth in." "I'd never strike my wife. I've hardly yelled at her," Trevor said sounding offended. "I meant your soon-to-be-ex-wife's lover. That video could trigger a physical response from you, and that could be used to deny you access to your daughter. That could be why they sent it to you - a trick I have seen before. My advice, besides hiring me, is find a third party you both trust to get a message to your wife that you aren't ready to see her, but want to see your daughter. For there to be any chance of full custody, it has to look like you're still wanting to actively be her father." "Of course I actively want to be her father," Trevor snapped, but Horace barely reacted. "Yes, so I'm recommending you do something that you want to do already." Trevor didn't feel any better after the meeting, but he did officially hire Horace to start getting ready to have Larissa served by the start of the following week. He was already thinking of how to connect with Jo without having to deal with Larissa. Horace's advice of a neutral go-between crossed his mind, but he couldn't see many people he'd trust, worried that they probably would be more on Larissa's side. In the end, he decided on the Balloys. Jeff and Marjorie were parents of Teaghan, who was Jo's best friend in school. Larissa and Marjorie had hit it off right away and became really good friends. Over the last couple years, the families had gone camping together and even on vacation to California. Trevor wasn't as close to Jeff as Larissa was to Marjorie, but he trusted them; especially when it came to his daughter. Trevor had all his contacts from his old phone, though with many numbers blocked just in case. He was about to call Jeff, but knew it he'd probably end up talking to Marjorie anyway. She picked up on the first ring. He didn't even finish saying 'Hello' when she interrupted. "Trevor, is that you? Where are you? Everyone is worried sick. Larissa even went to the police, but they wouldn't consider you a missing person because they thought you left her." "They aren't wrong. I did leave her." "What?" shrieked Marjorie, "How could you do that? Both of them have been crying nonstop. How the fuck could you do that? Is it another woman?" "Quit yelling and I'll tell you the full story," Trevor said firmly. She mumbled a few more swear words and then angrily said, "Fine." "I'm guessing that Larissa didn't tell you the whole story." "Only that out of nowhere you cruelly humiliated her for no reason and was acting crazy at your boss's house." Trevor snorted. "That's rich. I humiliated her? I'm sorry to speak ill of your good friend, but what happened is my once loving wife suddenly disappeared from the party. I did try to find her and asked around, but I had to stop looking because the president was about to make the big announcement of my promotion. The promotion that was the whole reason why there was a party in the first place. They made the announcement, I gave my speech, and still no sign of my wife. A fact that wasn't lost on all our co-workers present. When I was finally free to look, I found her looking and smelling like she just had sex; obviously not with me." "What? I don't believe it." "Oh, it's true. In fact, she casually admitted it like it was no big deal. She only got upset when I demanded she tell me who she fucked." "That, that does not sound like Risa at all," Marjorie said in a softer voice. "What I thought so as well. Then I get an email from her lover, Hunter fucking McPhillip, with the full video of them fucking and discussing their plans to have his baby." "Trevor, that can't be right. It has to be fake. There's no way;� Marjorie started. "I could smell him on her. There's no way she didn't fuck him. And the worse thing is," Trevor paused to compose himself before continuing, "Is how they talked like it had been going on for a while. She said she loved him. The video claims that they planned it from the beginning to announce on my special night that she was now with him." "I-I-I don't know what to say," said Marjorie sounding a little shaken, "If that really happened, it makes sense you wanting some space. All I know is Risa is not acting like a woman ready to leave her husband for another man. She is physically ill worrying about you and claims to have no idea why you ran off. She's been calling hospitals worrying that you had a brain tumor that caused this." "Maybe she's the one with the tumor. I won't put you through seeing the video unless you really want to, but I swear it's real." Trevor sighed. "Look, Marjorie, the reason I'm calling is about Jo. I really miss her and want to see her, but I'm not ready to face Larissa. Not yet. I trust you and Jeff completely with my daughter's welfare. Can you please contact my wife and convince her to let you arrange me spending some time with my daughter? I'm not going to say a word about why we're divorcing. I just need to see her." "Wow, I don't know what to say," Marjorie said, "Of course, I'll help you see Jo. She's as bad as Risa is right now. I'm sorry, I am just in shock she'd do something like that. I mean, how she talks about you when it's just us. She absolutely gushes about you." "Well, I guess she changed her mind. Thanks Marjorie. Please say hi to Jeff for me and I'll await your call. It can be anytime. I'm giving my two week notice to quit work and on leave for two weeks." After he got off the phone, Trevor started writing an email to Dr. Blune giving him the heads up that he was quitting. As the university president was a couple yards away from the confrontation between him and Larissa, Trevor didn't expect him to be surprised. The only silver lining was that Trevor wasn't currently teaching any courses, so there was only a single research project tha

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episode Amorous Goods: The Mayor's Wife & A New Beginning cover

Amorous Goods: The Mayor's Wife & A New Beginning

AMOROUS GOODS: THE MAYOR'S WIFE HOW DID MORGANA RECOVER THE LINGERIE? Based on a post by ShowTime8 [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-gaudus]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods1-18.mp3] at Explicit Novels [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg] PROLOGUE: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to his only remaining relative, a distant niece on a career path of her own as an archivist. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods. From The Three Monkeys episode, In Chapter Four we learned; The Mayor's wife wanted to give her husband a special reward for winning his latest election. She enlisted the help of her friend, the Sheriff's wife, whose husband had also been re-elected. Because both men had run on law and order platforms and had made much of their success in getting hookers off the streets of their small, family-friendly town, the two town matrons decided it would be funny and fun to give their husbands a bawdy weekend in the big city. They would tell the men to meet them at a swank hotel for a supposedly normal celebration and then surprise them by acting like their own high-priced call girls. The ladies wanted the proper attire, but didn't want to be seen buying it in their own town. So, they went into the city a day early, telling their husbands honestly that they would have one girls' day of shopping before their husbands came for two days of celebrating their re-elections; out of the public eye of the people who'd elected them. So, Mrs. Mayor and Mrs. Sheriff did end up finding the costumes they wanted in a shop in the Big City. Unfortunately, the costume shop had gotten them from Amorous Goods before Vikki had learned about their enchantment. You can easily imagine what could go wrong for a couple of horny women who suddenly put on magic corsets and stockings and begin playing Call Girl. It's up to Vikki, her cousin Dylan, and especially their expert in enchanted erotica, Morgana Delacroix, to step in and save the mayor's and sheriff's wives from turning a lively fantasy into a life-changing reality. And now, AMOROUS GOODS: THE MAYOR'S WIFE IN THE BIG CITY: CHAPTER FOUR AND A HALF The Amorous Goods team watched the elevator numbers close in on their goal, the fifth floor of the Grand Sheraton, one of the most upscale hotels in the city. Amorous Goods' owner, Vikki Friday, her cousin and business partner, Dylan Ventura, and their mentor, the witch Morgana Delacroix, had managed to track their targets to this hotel. And by using her considerable charms on a desk clerk, Morgana had gotten their room numbers. The elevator bell dinged, the doors slid open and the three people from AG, short for Amorous Goods; stepped out, but then stopped in their tracks. Incredibly, the two women they were seeking were right there in front of them. More incredibly, they were wearing the enchanted lingerie sets that Vikki and the others were actually looking for. Most incredibly, the two middle-aged women in underwear were surrounded by four fully-dressed middle-aged men and it looked like the six of them were starting to have group sex right there in the hallway of the hotel. Morgana turned to her two young companions and whispered, "Hotel security." Then she turned back and confidently stepped in between the men and the scantily clad women. With just her physical presence, she swiftly separated the two groups. The men, who were all wearing ball caps with logos like Ford and Chevy, were clearly attending the muscle car show at the nearby convention center. Dylan quickly picked up on Morgana's intent and followed her lead. He also took up a place between the men and the women, but facing the men. "Gentlemen," he said gravely. "We're with hotel security and we've heard there might be a few women around the hotel looking to, um, 'find work' with some of our guests." The car guys were stunned into silence. Vikki caught on and stepped in. "You see, we work undercover, dressed like regular hotel guests. But we're always on the lookout for, shall we say, activities that don't really belong in a nice hotel like ours." The men suddenly came alive and began speaking over one another. "What?" "But we weren't..." "What are you going to do?" Confident that Vikki and Dylan had the conventioneers well in hand, Morgana smiled broadly at the two would-be whores in front of her. "Ladies," the hot witch purred as she spread her arms wide to put a hand on each woman's outside shoulder, "may I say how wickedly lovely you two look?" The looks on the women's faces had been quickly shifting from the passion of being felt up in public by strange men, to the concern of having been caught by some kind of hotel detectives. Now they began shifting back. The beautiful black-haired woman's compliment was clearly sincere, her voice was a bedroom growl, and somehow her light touch on their shoulders felt as arousing as if she'd clasped their pussies. Pussies that were already wet and ready for action. "Why don't we go down to your room," the enchantress continued, "so you don't get caught up in any of this little mess? And you can tell me about these wonderful outfits." With just the slightest pressure on their shoulders, both women turned inwards and Morgana's arms went behind them, firmly shepherding them down the hall. Morgana found Mrs. Mayor's key card tucked into the waistband of her garter belt and smoothly slid it into the room lock as soon as they reached the door. It had only taken a matter of seconds for her to spirit the two bewitched town matrons from the crowded hallway into the privacy of a simple, but nice suite. The women, confused and excited, stopped in the short entry hall and turned to watch this incredible stranger. After closing the door, Morgana gave them another enticing smile and strode forward. Stepping directly between the two and grabbing a hand of each as she went, she pulled them behind her into the main room. When she got to the large sofa she released their hands, spun around and sat. "Show me," she said simply, but firmly. Both the buxom woman and the lanky one knew what she meant and both struck a provocative pose, just as they'd been doing for each other just minutes before in the hotel hallway. Neither could remember ever feeling so attractive and so confident in their sexiness as when they'd put on their luxurious but naughty lingerie. "No wonder all those men wanted you," Morgana crooned. "They were going to pay us, too," the woman in the tight bustier said proudly. Morgana wondered what her husband, the sheriff in a small suburb town not far from the one where the Amorous Goods mansion was located, would think about his wife bragging about her success at selling her body. "Were you going to give the money to your husband? Tell him he was your pimp?" she asked provocatively. That seemed to catch up Mrs. Sheriff and she went still. But her companion in red closed the gap between them, put one hand along the side of her friend's neck and the other directly on the cleavage formed by the squeezing together of the woman's small tits. "The mayor and the sheriff not only using call girls," the chubby MILF said to the skinny one, "but actually pimping them out to other men." The excitement in her voice was palpable and now Morgana knew what their original plan had been and how it had led to their current predicament. Though they still didn't realize they had a predicament. "You're going to be call girls for your husbands? That is a sexy game," the green-eyed beauty cooed. Mrs. Sheriff looked deep into Mrs. Mayor's eyes as she reveled in the feeling of her friend's hand pressing her tits through the lace. "Pimping us out to other men," she repeated, as she felt her pussy juices flow. She'd never pursued this line of fantasy before, but now she suddenly wondered if the car show guys were still out in the hall. Morgana could practically see the thoughts in the woman's face, the enchanted garments were certainly doing their job of enhancing and amplifying the women's deepest fantasies. She got to her feet and moved in until the three were in a tight group. "That is a very sexy fantasy," she said. "But maybe one that should be kept among us girls? Are you sure your main clients would like the idea of following after a bunch of other guys?" The women realized that by main clients, the stranger meant their husbands and it made them stop and think. "She's right," the mayor's wife said, with a touch of disappointment. "My Craig's jealousy would probably outweigh his excitement in giving me sloppy seconds -- or fourths or fifths, for that matter," she added with a laugh. "And your Jim's way too butch to share." "On the other hand," Morgana said as she stroked each woman's cheek, "what would they think about you having a female customer just ahead of taking them on?" She kissed Mrs. Sheriff lightly on the lips and then did the same to Mrs. Mayor. "A female customer?" whispered Mrs. Sheriff. She smelled an earthy musk with a touch of incense, but didn't realize it was coming from the undergarments she'd bought earlier that day. If she'd known to ask, Morgana could have told her it was a sign that the charm on the garments was heating up, searching to see if the idea of being with another woman was among her fantasies so that it could strengthen the idea and make it seem the right thing to do. "They'd love it," declared Mrs. Mayor. Then she added in a more derisive tone, "Yes indeed, Craig would love to watch me eat a cunt. But do you think he'd suck a cock for me?" "Hell, no!" the two friends said together and all three women laughed. Morgana kissed both women lightly again, but this time in their cleavages. "And what would they think about you hiring a call girl for yourselves?" she asked. She bent and kissed the tops of each pair of tits more deeply. "We'd be the 'Johns'. Or maybe the 'Janes'," giggled the sheriff's wife. "If we let a woman hire us we could be faking our desire for her," the mayor's wife mused. "But if we hired a woman..." "We'd really have to want to enjoy her charms," the MILF in black said, completing the sentence. She reached behind the beautiful stranger's head and pulled her back to her chest. Morgana grabbed Mrs. Sheriff's small tits tightly and ran the flat of her tongue wetly up and down the small cleavage. Suddenly she raised her head and looked at the woman, but without giving up her grip on her boobs. "Wait a minute!" she said with fake shock. "I thought you were the call girls? Are you saying I should be one for you?" She turned to look at Mrs. Mayor who was handling her own big boobs as they spilled over the top of her crimson corset. The witch moved her hands from the small tits to the big ones. "Are you saying you want me to do this for you?" She squeezed and kneaded the soft melons. "Are you saying you want me to be your whore?" "Yes," said Mrs. Mayor as she held up one of her tits and squeezed it so the big nipple jutted towards Morgana's mouth. After sucking and nibbling on the thick nub for a while, Morgana straightened. She saw that Mrs. Sheriff had shed her loose, flimsy dressing gown and peeled down the cups of her bustier so she could play with her own tits. Pretty rough play, noted Amorous Good's resident sex expert. She reached out and took hold of one of each woman's nipples and squeezed and twisted them. "When are your husbands supposed to be here?" she asked. "Not until tomorrow," answered Mrs. Mayor. "Call them and tell them to come now," the Delacroix Witch said. Both women's eyes went wide. "Now?" one said. "It will take them a while to get here, won't it?" The other one nodded. "Then you'll have time to enjoy your lady whore before you get to be whores for your favorite cocks. We're going to have a very good time together, but in the end, it's cock you really want the most. Isn't it?" The sheriff's wife was nearly desperate to get her mouth between this stunning woman's thighs, but at the same time she knew the stranger was right. What would be even better than eating the woman's sweet cunt, would be having a cock fucking her hard from behind at the same time. "Sybil," she said to her partner in lust. "Where's your phone?" Mrs. 'Mayor', Sybil, looked around for her purse, found it on the small dining table, and pulled out her phone. "What should I say?" she asked, her thumb poised over her husband's speed dial number. Morgana said, "Don't call, text." She walked over to where Sybil stood and while looking directly into her eyes, she stripped off the crimson corset. Then she took the phone from the woman's hands, stepped back and aimed the camera lens at her. "Hold them up," she directed. Sybil lifted her hefty tits and Morgana snapped the picture. Then she typed something into the message app and handed the phone back to the increasingly excited woman. Mrs. Mayor read, your whore can't wait, come now. room 517. She looked absolutely wanton in the attached photo. A wicked smile spread across Sybil's face as she hit Send. Morgana took the phone back and stepped over to Mrs. Sheriff. "Now you," she said. "But it will be coming from Sybil's phone." "That will only make it more exciting for him, Betty," Sybil said as she walked closer. "He'll think about me taking the photo of you and wonder what that means." Morgana finished removing the bustier from around the thin woman's waist and threw it over to where Sybil's corset lay. "But it will actually be your own personal whore who took it, Betty," she said while gazing into the woman's wide eyes. "And you and Sybil can decide later if you tell them about your call girl or keep that as a special secret between yourselves. "Now," she continued, "pull those nipples out far, let him know what you want." Mrs. Sheriff actually blushed. How did this woman know that she secretly desired to have her tits treated roughly? She'd never even been able to tell her husband. "Do it, Betty," said Sybil. "It's about time for him to give you what you want." Betty cupped her hands under her small tits and pinched each nipple between thumb and middle finger. She pulsed them tightly three or four times, then pulled the pink nubs out until the skin of her tits was clearly stretched. Her face turned up to the ceiling, eyes closed and mouth open in passionate pain. Morgana's own cunny twitched as she snapped the hot photo. As she typed in the same message, Morgana asked, "What room number?" "517," came the answer from behind her. Morgana looked into Betty's eyes again, silently asking if she agreed with Sybil's instructions to bring both men to the same room. The slender woman nodded. The AG witch typed it in and handed the phone to Mrs. Sheriff so she could enter her husband's phone number. The woman's eyes shone when she saw the photo of herself and then she also hit Send. "What now?" the thin blonde asked. Morgana cupped the woman's black-silk-covered crotch. "Now we see if your bush is as full as your girlfriend's." As Betty "Sheriff's" eyes automatically tracked to the thick mass of dark brown hair between Sybil "Mayor's" thighs, Morgana pivoted around her hip, never taking her hand off Betty's cunt as she moved behind her so she could also gaze at the buxom brunette's furry crotch. Sibyl was thrilled by the attention. After taking two steps closer to her friend and their mysterious 'call girl', she stopped and then stepped her right foot out to the side, spreading her legs. "Do you like?" she asked coyly. "I want to feel that hair rubbing against my nose, cheeks and lips as my tongue drills down to your pink center." "Yes," the mayor's wife replied boldly. "I want you to work for it; to fight your way through to the hidden treasure at the heart of the jungle." "Will it be just as much of an adventure to find your treasure?" Morgana whispered into Betty's ear as her hands moved to the waistband of the black panties that had been pulled up outside the garter belt suspenders. "Let's see." And with that she dropped to her knees behind the blonde, peeling the underpants down as she went. When the undies hit the floor, Morgana quickly knee-walked around until she was in front of the woman. A woman who was suddenly on the edge of shock from an adrenaline rush of excitement. Betty, who had woken up this morning simply intending to live out a mildly kinky fantasy, now found herself with an amazingly beautiful woman kneeling in front of her. Looking at her exposed crotch. Her newly, very exposed crotch. Meanwhile, her closest friend Sybil stood just feet away with her fingers buried in her own thick bush. "Ooh," purred the kneeling woman. "You've gone the whole other way haven't you? But so pretty." And with that, the raven-haired beauty leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Betty's naked vulva. It made the middle-aged housewife's legs tremble so much that she stumbled backwards the two steps to the sofa and sat on its front edge. Morgana followed on hands and knees, a panther stalking her prey. "Spread," she said when she reached Betty and the sheriff's wife opened her legs wide. "Oh, you shaved!" gasped Sybil. She'd followed behind the exotic stranger as she crawled to the sofa and was now staring over the woman's shoulder. She'd seen Betty's crotch incidentally while changing at the gym, so she'd expected to see the normal patch of silky, light-brown hair. More closely trimmed than her own healthy bush, but still, covering all the pink. Instead, she saw just a small triangle of hair sitting at the top of her friend's mons. And below it? A beautiful, pink seashell. At least, that's what came to mind as she gazed on the delicate inner lips just poking out from the blonde's pale outer lips. She only caught a quick glimpse, however, because suddenly their whore's head was blocking the view. "Oh," came the guttural sigh from Betty's throat as the stranger lavished a much harder kiss on the pretty pink treasure she'd uncovered between Mrs. Sheriff's legs. Not usually that vocal or aggressive in her lovemaking, Betty found herself commanding the woman to do more. "Yes, kiss it, kiss it hard! Now lick it, get your tongue inside me. I know I'm already wet, can you taste me?" Morgana could taste her and it was very nice. But she still had a mission to complete. So, while she gave this bewitched woman the best cunnilingus Betty had ever had, her hands quickly moved to unsnap the garter from the stockings. That done, the silk stockings were efficiently rolled down to the blonde's feet. In a side thought, Morgana realized that the spell that had made this lingerie set such a powerful aphrodisiac, had clearly also made each piece both flexible and robust. There was not a single snag or run in the stockings, although many women had worn them over the years in equally passionate situations. And they had fit this almost too-skinny woman perfectly. The witch had no doubt that if she put them onto her own much more powerfully curved gams, they would fit just as well. God, she loved good magic. There was just one more piece to go, the garter belt, and Morgana knew she'd have no problem slipping it over Betty's hips. But she decided to wait for the coup de grace. The hold of the spell was weakening with each piece that came off,

10. juni 20261 h 0 min
episode Amorous Goods: The Cameo Pendant Part 2 & True Love's Path cover

Amorous Goods: The Cameo Pendant Part 2 & True Love's Path

AMOROUS GOODS: THE CAMEO PENDANT [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-the-cameo-pendant] � PART 2 HOLLY BECOMES THE CAMEO EXHIBITIONIST TEASE. Based on a post by ShowTime8 [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-gaudus]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods1-17.mp3] at Explicit Novels [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg] On Sunday when Holly was getting ready to meet Chloe and Lisa for lunch she wanted to wear something fun and picked out a dark red strapless tube dress. Holly wore the pendant, having dismissed that it could be the cause of her strange behavior. On the other side of the restaurant was a group of five guys, they were a little loud but not obnoxious. When they noticed Holly and her friends they called out a greeting and paid them compliments but they kept their behavior respectful and didn't start bothering them. Throughout lunch one or two of the guys would look over and if they made eye contact would smile and wave. Holly enjoyed the attention from the guys and Chloe and Lisa seemed to like it as well. They ended up making a game of it where one of them would jokingly tease the guys by sitting in a way that showed some leg or cleavage. Holly got really into the game and forgot her concerns about her exhibitionist behavior, Holly could feel herself getting a little hot and felt the urge to push the game further. The next time it was Holly's turn she kept an eye on the guys and when one of them looked toward Holly and her friends again she quickly pulled her top down and flashed her tits at him. The guy's reaction was extremely gratifying, he went dead still and his eyes were wide and staring. After a few seconds Holly pulled her top back up over her tits. No one else in the restaurant appeared to have seen Holly flash. The guy's eyes then moved up to meet Holly's and she put a finger against her lips to signal him to stay quiet. The guy grinned and and gave her a thumbs up before turning back to his oblivious friends' conversation. When Holly turned back to Chloe and Lisa she saw they had been watching her and they were stunned by what she had done. Chloe leaned forward and lowered her voice, "Holy shit Holly, I can't believe you just flashed that guy!" Chloe sounded impressed that Holly could be so daring. Lisa too was impressed, "Wow, I never expected you to do something like that. You've never been that comfortable with being seen naked, you're like a new person now." Holly flushed with a combination of arousal and embarrassment at her friend's praise. Lisa's comments in particular got Holly thinking, it was true that she had never been comfortable with nudity in public places. Even when she was trying on clothes with friends she would always go to another room to change. The recent acceptance and even urge for her body to be seen was really outside her character. Despite the absurdity of it Holly could only think that the pendant had in some way changed her. When Holly got home she immediately took the pendant off and resolved to go to Amorous Goods and see if she could get any detail of what was going on with the pendant. On Monday when midday came around Holly headed straight to Amorous Goods, hoping that Vikki would be there alone as she didn't think she could talk about her experiences and concerns if Dylan was there. To Holly's relief the store was empty except for Vikki who was sitting behind the counter reading what looked to be a comic book. When Vikki looked up a flash of recognition went across her face but she didn't seem surprised to see Holly again. "Hi, welcome back. Is there something I can help you with?" Holly wasn't sure where to begin but Vikki's expression of patient expectation helped ease Holly's anxiety about sounding like a nutcase. "Well, is there anything you could tell me about where the pendant I bought came from?" Vikki gave Holly a considered look before replying. "I don't mean to avoid your question but I need to know something before I can give you an answer. Has there been any out of character behavior from you or people around you?" Holly flushed as her recent exhibitionist escapades came to mind and nodded, "Err yes, I've done some odd things recently." Vikki followed up with another question, "Were those things sexual in nature?" Holly's flush got even deeper, and she couldn't bring herself to speak so she just nodded. In return Vikki nodded in confirmation, "The name of this store isn't just some attempt at fancy marketing. Amorous Goods is an apt description of pretty much everything in the store." Seeing the look of confusion on Holly's face, Vikki pressed on. "The items in this store through some means, usually enchantment or spiritual imprinting, have some kind of sexual effect on people. What the effect is and who it affects are different for each item but for the things in this store, the effects all relate to sex in some way." Holly didn't fully get what Vikki was saying but she got the gist of it, "So you're saying the pendant is responsible for the way I've been acting?" Vikki hesitated for a moment, "I can't say for certain but most likely yes." This was a bit much for Holly to process. it was one thing to suspect that an object might be affecting you but it was another thing altogether to be told point blank that the object was enchanted or ... what was the other thing Vikki had said? "Spiritual imprinting?" Holly frowned and then her eyes went wide as she realised what that meant. "Are you saying that the pendant is haunted and I've been possessed?" Vikki shrugged, "It's possible. When you've worn the pendant, has there been any instances where you haven't felt like yourself or where you feel like you didn't have control over what you were doing?" Holly shook her head. "Have you been seeing things in the corner of your eye that weren't really there or been hearing inaudible whispering?" Holly shook her head again, "No." "Well I think that rules out haunting, the pendant most likely has some kind of enchantment on it." Holly frowned, not sure if that made anything better, "If you know that this stuff does weird things to people, why are you selling it?" Vikki grimaced, "A distant relative of mine passed away and left me the store." Vikki gestured at their surroundings, "It's a nice place but this isn't what I want to do with my life. There's too much for me to just keep it in storage. I guess I could have just dumped everything at the tip but even with their strange quirks that would have been a waste." Vikki saw that Holly was unconvinced, "I know a person who has a professional interest and experience in dealing with 'special items'. She examined all of the items in the store and she said there wasn't anything here that was overly dangerous. These items are more about influencing behavior, if someone is mindful of what they're doing and how they normally act they can tell whether they're being affected." Holly thought for a moment, "So you think that since I know that the pendant is trying to make me do things I can stop myself from doing them. If that's the case, why didn't you tell me that that the pendant would turn me into some kind of sex pervert?" Vikki raised her eyebrows, "Would you have believed me if I had?" Holly sighed and shook her head, "No. Even now I'm still finding it hard to accept that magic is actually a thing." "If you find you don't want to keep the pendant, bring it back before the end of the month and I'll give you a refund." Holly nodded, "Thanks Vikki, I'll think it over." During the rest of the day Holly thought about what Vikki told her. Part of Holly still found the idea that items could be enchanted or haunted to be unreal, but the earnest way Vikki had explained it was very convincing. It was both comforting and creepy that Holly's desire to show herself off was caused by the pendant. Holly didn't think she was all that bothered by her exhibitionism but not knowing why it had started had been deeply concerning. When Holly got home that night, she spent some time studying the pendant. She didn't get any kind of vibes from it but then again how would she tell if she was being influenced by it or not. Holly wanted to know just how much of an effect the pendant had on her. The following day Holly decided to not wear the pendant and chose her clothes with deliberate care to avoid being revealing but without reverting back to the highly conservative way she used to dress. As the day went on nothing of note happened. When Holly talked with her male co-workers they were friendly but there didn't seem to be the same kind of spark of interest. Holly knew that was in part due to her being a little more withdrawn and self aware of how she was behaving. There didn't seem to be many interested glances from people she walked by or saw on the train either. Maybe Holly just wasn't aware of it but it seemed to her that she had gone back to not being noticed. When Holly got home she felt a little flat, it had been a typical normal day at work but for Holly normal was dull. Without the frisson of excitement she got from getting attention or showing off there had been nothing to liven up the day. Holly knew that if she wanted to she could dress in revealing clothes and show herself off without the pendant. Holly still enjoyed getting attention and didn't think that exhibitionism was wrong. The problem for Holly was whether her desires were her own or if they were caused by the pendant. Getting ready for work the next day Holly looked at the pendant for a good long moment before deciding that she would take the risk of wearing it. Holly rationalized it to herself as seeing whether she would be able to resist the pendant's influence. Even if she couldn't ,Holly considered that her behavior hadn't been all that risky, she had been daring but not reckless . Holly put on a dark blue plaid skirt and paired it with a short sleeve royal blue blouse. When she checked her appearance she saw that her clothes suggested a school girl outfit for an adult but without taking it to the level of being a slutty fantasy costume. Due to mornings being quite cold now Holly wore a navy coat on top of her outfit. She was grateful for the extra layer of clothing as she felt it would be another barrier to keep any exhibitionist impulses under control, at least until she got to the office and took the coat off. Shortly after Holly arrived at work Scott and Alice stopped by her desk and invited her to come and get some coffee. Alice complimented Holly on her skirt prompting Scott to take a long look at what Holly was wearing before smiling and saying it looked like a skirt. Holly rolled her eyes but there was a certain hunger to Scott's smile that gave her a small thrill. About midmorning Holly got a call from Harrison asking if she would be able to take on another urgent job. Holly didn't really want to do it but she knew how just under the pump his team was. "Sure, I can put off a couple of other jobs and take this on." Harrison breathed out audibly in relief, "You're a champion Holly. If you could come by my office soon I'll run you through the details" As Holly made some notes about the job she was currently working on and sent an email to George, her mind pictured Harrison. Harrison was ruggedly handsome and looked like he kept himself in great shape. Holly thought about adjusting her clothes to show herself off to him but quickly dismissed it as an unbelievably stupid idea. Harrison was one of the partners, it would be highly inappropriate and Holly preferred to have his respect rather than risk him forming an impression that she was shameless eye candy. When Holly arrived at Harrison's office he looked up from his computer, seeing Holly in his doorway he smiled and was about to greet her but paused as he took in what she was wearing. It was only for a moment but Holly swore she could see an appreciative look on his face. Realizing he had paused Harrison shook his head a grinned ruefully, "Sorry, it felt like I was going to sneeze." Having smoothly recovered from his slip, Harrison invited Holly to take a seat. Holly graciously pretended nothing had happened but inside she felt like she got hit with a spike of adrenaline. That feeling was quickly extinguished when Harrison started to give her the details of work that needed to be done. Holly got a sinking feeling that her day had just been hijacked, "When do you need this by?" Harrison grimaced, "Ideally early tomorrow so we can review it and then get the client to look it over and confirm the amounts. Is that going to be possible?" Holly knew that the only way it was going to be possible was if she stayed back tonight. Holly suppressed a sigh before slowly nodding, "Yes, I can get it to you for review by early tomorrow." Harrison could understand why Holly was not all that enthused about the job and knew that she would have to stay back late to get it done, "I'm sorry to dump work on you like this again. I'll talk with George and we'll arrange to give you an extra day of leave to make up for this and the other job you did for me." Harrison smiled at Holly, "Thanks Holly, you've been amazing." Holly couldn't help returning Harrison's smile, he was a really charming person, she could see why he almost always went to initial meetings with prospective clients. Holly took the folder of documents from and went back to her desk to get started right away. At lunch time Scott and Danny stopped by her desk with an invitation to come to lunch with a group of their co-workers. Holly thanked them for the offer but let them know that she was too busy. The guys seemed genuinely crestfallen that Holly wouldn't be able to come to lunch, Holly felt a flush of warmth at the thought of the guys wanting her to join them but those thoughts aside to focus on Harrison's job. After a quick break to eat something Holly focused herself on getting the work done. As she had predicted it was quite late at night by the time she was able to finish and have the drafts sent to Harrison. Looking at the time, Holly's mind then went back to the last time she was alone at the office late at night and she could feel herself getting aroused at the memory of walking around the office naked and then masturbating on the meeting room table. Holly was tempted to put on a repeat performance but another glance at the clock told her that she didn't have long before the time the cleaners usually showed up. Holly was a little disappointed at the missed opportunity but she knew that she could try it again on another night if she wanted to. However, Holly was still aroused, after a long day focused on work and possibly due to the influence of the pendant she still wanted to do something daring. Holly tried to come up with an idea while she packed up her desk but nothing came to mind until she went to grab her coat. Holly's mind raced as she considered her idea and whether she could go through with it. Holly grabbed her bag and coat and went to the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror Holly undressed until all she was wearing was her shoes and the pendant. Holly then carefully folded her clothes and placed them in her bag thankful that her bag was large enough for them all to fit inside. Holly then put her coat on and buttoned it up. The neck of the coat was wide allowing the pendant to be visible and showing a hint of cleavage. The coat only went down a couple of inches past her crotch, if she bent over or sat down her cunt would be exposed. Holly stared at her reflection and decided she needed a little something more to make herself more appealing. Rummaging through her bag Holly took out some hair clips to pin her hair up and then put on some vivid red lipstick. On the walk to the train station Holly was very aware of the lack of clothing under her coat. There was the not unpleasant friction from her nipples rubbing against her coat as her tits bounced with her stride. There was also the feel of the cool night air caressing her bare cunt and bringing its wetness to her attention. While she was waiting for her train Holly was tempted to flash the commuters on the other platforms but she resisted the urge as there were too many people. During the middle of the week, the trains at this time of night had very few passengers but there were enough that Holly felt a heady mix of nervousness and excitement at her current state of dress. The train carriage Holly entered had three other people, an older couple at one end and down the other end a man who looked to be in his mid to late thirties. Holly headed toward a seat nearer to the man. The seat she chose was in full view of the man, there would be nothing in the way to hide her body from his sight. As she sat down the coat went up higher on her legs revealing enough of her smooth pale thigh that anyone would wonder what, if anything Holly was wearing under her coat. Placing her bag on the floor Holly looked at the window and pretended she was just calmly riding the train home. Holly could feel the man's gaze on her and a glance at his reflection in the train windows confirmed that he was looking at her with interest. Holly shivered but it had nothing to do with how little she was wearing. The man's eyes roaming over her body stoked her arousal and Holly wanted to take things further. It would be easy to simply open her coat and give the man a view of her naked body but she could also go to him and give him a close up view. Holly hesitated, going up to a stranger and exposing herself was a massive step, that was probably the pendant's work. Aware that the opportunity to do anything could be passing by Holly found she wouldn't be fully satisfied with passively showing herself, she wanted something more direct, to watch his eyes devour the sight of her and gauge how he reacted. Holly turned to face the man and he realized he had been caught looking at her. He immediately looked away but Holly decided she wasn't going to let him get away like that. "Hi, how was your day?" The man seemed a little flustered that Holly was talking to him, "Uh; not so bad" When Holly smiled the man wasn't able to hold her gaze, his eyes shifted to the pendant as being the only safe place to look. "That's an interesting looking pendant you have there. What's the picture of? I can't quite make it out from here." Holly smiled, "Would you like to take a closer look?" The man seemed caught like a deer in headlights, Holly didn't wait for a reply she picked up her bag and moved over to sit opposite to the man. Holly leaned forward in her seat to give him a closer look at the pendant but also gave him a view down her coat at her unrestrained tits. The man was dumbstruck, he leaned closer to look at the pendant but Holly noticed his eyes shift downward to look at her tits. Holly pulled back slightly and the stranger's eyes raised to meet hers, "So what do you think?" The stranger had trouble speaking but eventually managed to croak out a one word answer "Amazing" Holly bit her lip, "Would you like to see something else?" The stranger could only nod. Holly leaned back against the seat and slid a little lower, she then slowly unbuttoned her coat, took hold of the sides and pulled it open. The man's eyes almost popped out at the sight of Holly's naked body, "Jesus!" The stranger slowly moved his gaze down her body taking in the stunning sight of Holly's chest flushed with arousal and her soft pink nipples hard as rocks. When his eyes arrived at the small triangle of auburn pubic hair Holly parted her legs and revealed the glistening pink of her cunt. The stranger was rapt not believing what was in front of him. Holly was outwardly calm but inside she was roiling with arousal, the stranger's response was absolutely delicious. Holly noticed a shifting bulge in the stranger's pants and she felt her cunt twitch. It had been so long since Holly had last ha

9. juni 20261 h 0 min
episode Amorous Goods: Mannequin & Cameo Pendant cover

Amorous Goods: Mannequin & Cameo Pendant

AMOROUS GOODS: MANNEQUIN [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-mannequin]. TOYING AROUND WITH A MANNEQUIN, YIELDS HIM UNWANTED DESIRE. Based on a post by ShowTime8 [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-gaudus]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods1-15.mp3] at Explicit Novels [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg] Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-a-lit-anthology-series]. "What were you doing, I've been looking for you, Dylan," Vikki demanded. "I was just taking care of something, that's all." "Wanking it again? If you got time to wank it, you got time to do work at work; that's productive to the whole business, not just for you," she griped. "I was not masturbating, I was looking at a few leads on some things. What kinda guy you think I am," he waved his arms around. "A sexually frustrated guy, who's turned to porn." "Look; it's been slow all day, pretty much anything that can be done in the store has been. The only thing I could do, is wash the step van." "Find anything online or our usual contacts?" "No." "Then wash the van," she walks off. "You wash the van." He yells after her. With a grimace he struts outside, grabbing car care products from the garage, retrieving the hose, looking at a basement window, muttering; "soon sweetheart, I'll be back," before dragging it across the backyard to where the step van sits, grabbing a ladder, hosing off the roof, the rest of the van, before soaping it down, taking a mop to the roof and elsewhere, spraying it off. Satisfied at the bare bones work, decides it's time for a well-deserved reward. Walking back inside. "I'm coming baby, as quick as I can." Morgana returns from a cleansing, uploading the recorded process in her office, taking a trip down to the basement to check for any activity. She runs in to Dylan coming down. "What are you doing with that old mannequin," she wonders. "Nothing why?" "Why is it on that bed, Dylan?" "I don't know Morgana, maybe it was moving around and laid there." "Why are you going to the basement?" "Doing a once over, there's nothing else to do, might organize it; ya know; do my job." "Stop messing with that mannequin, at once," she glared. "I'm not doing anything with the mannequin, Morgana." "Heed my words boy; heed my words," she walked up the steps. Dylan rolled his eyes, with a sly grin, going straight for it, running his hands over its tits, to its crotch. Something catches his eye; the head looks as if it were turned slightly, watching for his return, mouth slightly open. "Hmm. Sweetheart; I don't remember you having an open mouth; well don't worry; I got something for you to eat. Looks like Morgana cleaned off my spooge. I don't remember you having a crack between your legs either. Weird." Dylan pulls out his phone, finishing the porn Vikki interrupted, looking for him, pulls out his cock, playing with it. "Ya know; this chick looks just like you," he rubs it's thigh. He watches the girl in the video being pounded in the rear, face down, ass up, the guy pulling her arms behind her by the wrist. Sitting the phone on his knee, switching hands, rubbing the precum in her crotch. "Too bad we can't put you in this position," he held the phone to its face. Stroking a bit faster, nearly lost in the video, not noticing what little precum soaked in the crack. "I'd better make this quick before they both bust in on me, before I bust. I know we like to take our time, promise to spend all lunch with you tomorrow." He stands, sitting his phone on the torso, rubbing both tit. "open wide, baby," he whispers. Getting as close as he can, trying to shoot his rope in the slightly open mouth, hitting in and around his target. Zips his cock away, kissing it on the forehead, turning for one more look. "Till tomorrow, my sweetheart." Morgana sneaks down to the basement once the moment is save, seeing the thing dry, checking for any wet spots or cum-rags. She runs in to Vikki in the kitchen. "I think my cousin needs to get laid, I think he's wanking off to that mannequin," Vikki proposes. "He might be. At least he either cleans it off or doesn't; release himself on it directly. I don't understand why he doesn't simply get a prostitute, if he can't find a girlfriend." "Beats me." Later that night, Morgana stayed late to see if she might observe any paranormal activity before she takes her leave home, she's aware of the two cousins sleeping patterns up to around five A.M. A slight muffled walking catches her ears. "How many times does that boy need to release himself a day," she mutters to herself, "messing with that damn mannequin again." The footsteps drift around the first floor. "Maybe it's Vikki searching for a snack," Morgana smiles, turning back to her laptop. Up the steps, trying not to wake anybody, checking rooms, eye's peer in to Nikki�s, curious about the sound coming from her mouth. Shutting the door quietly as possible, moving on. Dylan's door opens, spotting him in his bed with an uneasy smile, slips inside, shutting it. Walking closer to the bed, hands drifting around the blanket, searching for a way to remove it. Hands glide on his legs, gently touching his face, pulling away the blanket. Dylan moans, rolling on his back. By the light through the windows; flat eyes spot the goal. It silently wretches up fresh cum to its mouth, leaning on the bed, planting a kiss on his lips, to his sleeping approval, he kisses back. Taking his flaccid cock in its hand, closing its hollow mouth around it, doing best to suck him off. "Too hard," he moans when his cock swells around the tight lips, the mannequin opens wide enough that his shaft softly rubs against its now rubbery feeling lips, leaking drops of his cum. Inspecting his cock, making sure he's fully erect, straddles him, kissing him once more, passionately as it can, stroking his face with a free hand. He moans compliantly, finding it's waist in slumber, working his hands to her chest, its mouth silently moaning in pleasure, chest being pulled to his mouth, taking in the faux nipple bumps, the surface gives nearly as well as real skin, pulling with his teeth, sucking and rubbing. It pulls away from his mouth, his grasp follows them. The split between her legs opens, dripping with his cum, it plants his cock inside, rocking in circular motions, Dylan's hands make their way to its ass, legs lifting to push deeper in it, it's legs lock under his, sitting up bouncing, holding, rubbing, and tugging its own tits and nubs. It stares intently as his moans grow harder and louder. To the point he starts to wake himself up. "Oh fuck; yes baby," he moans opening his eyes, "Oh fuck! Oh shit!" Wide awake staring at pursed lips and flat painted eye's, moving to the body bouncing up and down on his cock. Terrified, trying to push it off, it grips his shoulders, pushing its chest in to his face to muffle his screams, Dylan turns his head. "Ah! Help; help me! Nikki! Morgana! Yeah!" The mannequin tries to kiss him again, he's pushing against its waist being violently fucked by it. "Eh! Nikki!" Dylan starts beating on the wall, Vikki runs in his room with a fearful look on her face, watching the act. "Is that...?" "Yes, get it off, get it off!" "Morgana, are you still here? Morgana." She yells out the door. Moments later Morgana rushes up the steps, Dylan's screams of pleasure and fear fills the room. He breaks its grip, pushing it away. "Hold on, I need something to contain it," she takes off. His body starts to jerk from the oncoming climax, it looks at Vikki slack jawed before tossing its head back as if it's having an orgasm, it tries to slide its arms under his body as it rises and falls with the bouncing of the bed. Vikki runs over, pulling on an arm, taking it out of the socket, throwing it, when it reached between her legs, watching it writhe on the floor. Dylan is able to break its grip again, Morgana returns with rope, just in time to catch him push it hard enough to separate the torso from the lower half, shoving it to the floor. It starts to make hollow breathing and rasping noises, trying to get back on the bed. The lower half rides him faster without the upper half slowing it down. "It's still fucking me!" "We see that," Morgana shouts. Her and Vikki bind the upper half, tying the free arm with it, it's head flails wildly. They rush over lifting his legs to free the lower half from him, his screams grow deeper as he goes over the edge, Vikki frees a leg just before his orgasm explodes inside the mock vagina. It continues riding him, until Morgana frees the other leg. She loops the rope around the crotch, leaving enough slack, both fighting the kicking legs, fighting to wrap them from the knees down together, hog tying them best they can, to keep them from bucking. Dylan breaks free from his petrifying orgasm to help tie the legs to the torso in attempt to further subdue the mannequin, as it continues to make heavy raspy blowing noises, which they all assume is screaming. Morgana drags it to a closet, closing it in. "I don't ever; ever want to see you getting off again. Also; why were you fucking with that thing," Vikki yelled. "I told you! I told you not to mess with it! What if you were alone, then what? I don't know if it can actually feel or if it's just doing whatever you somehow taught it. Either it was going to get every orgasm from you that it could, or not stop until it got one, which if it cannot achieve such a feeling; fuck your cock to dust, or worse once it realized it wasn't getting one. Stop fucking with it." Morgana scolded. "I'm sorry, I didn't think that would happen, I was just jacking off on it. I found some videos with a chick that looks like it." Dylan cried. "I don't wanna hear that shit," Vikki snapped. "Nor do I," Morgana added. "Just stop this shit. Get a god damn prostitute before you think of unleashing some sex crazed poltergeist!" "So what do we do with it?" "It is probably fueled by your ejaculate, bringing it to life, we keep it tied up and wait to see what happens, hopefully the thing exhaust itself, returning inanimate," Morgana explains. "And you, dumbass; don't fuck with it. I hope you got off and it was worth it." "I wonder if he would've offered himself to it, if it presented itself while he was awake," Morgana walked out. "He probably would," Vikki followed. "No I wouldn't!" "Yeah, yeah," they retorted. The next day Morgana carried the shaking thing to her office where she would keep a camera on it. Dylan locked eye's with it, causing it to convulse and start that raspy hollow breathing. He felt his cock jump, yelping and running away in fear. To be continued, in the series, Amorous Goods [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-a-lit-anthology-series]; a collaborative storyline for Literotica AMOROUS GOODS: THE CAMEO PENDANT [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-the-cameo-pendant] � PART 1 AN ANTIQUE NECKLACE BRINGS CHANGE TO HOLLY'S LIFE. Based on a post by ShowTime8 [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-gaudus]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods1-16.mp3] at Explicit Novels [https://feeds.feedburner.com/explicitnovels]. https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods.jpg] Prologue: A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-a-lit-anthology-series]. THE CAMEO PENDANT. After Holly finished correcting and checking some transactions recorded in a client's bookkeeping records she checked the time on her computer and was surprised to see it was already midday. Holly knew she had gotten a lot of work done but it still seemed like it had only just been a short time since she had logged on in the morning. Lately due to the amount of work there was to get through Holly was having trouble keeping a handle on the time. Looking outside Holly saw that it was a nice and sunny day, she then turned back to her computer screens and the stack of folders filled with client documents on the desk beside her and sighed. Holly decided it was time to take a break and felt the need to get away from her desk for a bit. It was a little earlier than she usually took her lunch break but if she got started on a new task she might end up working through lunch again. Holly quickly got up, got her handbag and headed out. It was nice to have lunch outside for a change and as the temperature was cooling with the approach of winter it was pleasant to be out in the sun. When Holly finished eating she found that she wasn't ready to head back to the office just yet so she decided to go for a walk around the downtown area. Just around the corner from the main street fashion boutiques and trendy bars and cafes Holly passed by a store with a large sign that in old fashioned text proclaimed it was called Amorous Goods. The store had been there for as long as Holly could remember and she had always been curious as to what the store sold but had never gone in. The store's display windows always had an eclectic assortment of items that to Holly never really fit with the store's name. Holly noted that she still had plenty of time left for her lunch break and so on a whim Holly decided to take a look inside. Pushing the door open, Holly was startled and then amused to find that the door had an actual bell attached to it so that it rang when the door was opened. Entering the store there was a slight but noticeable difference in atmosphere. The store was warm but not stuffy and stale as Holly had imagined it might be. Instead of the smells Holly associated with antiques Holly noticed a hint of the scent of cinnamon. It was an uncommon scent but one that was a favorite of Holly and she could feel her mood lift. The only person in the store that Holly could see was a woman who looked to be around her own age carrying a notebook around and who appeared to be cataloguing the numerous items in the store which Holly was surprised to see was quite larger than the storefront seemed to suggest. Toward the back of the store there was even a staircase that went both upstairs and downstairs. The woman stopped what she was doing and walked toward Holly to greet her. "Hi there, welcome to Amorous Goods, Is there anything I can help you with, something you're looking for in particular? Holly shook her head, "No, I just thought I'd take a look around." The woman smiled, "That's no problem. My name's Vikki. If you need any help just call out for me." Holly smiled in return, "Thanks Vikki, I will." Looking around the store, Holly was fascinated by the wide range of items to be found. On one table was a vintage typewriter and an assortment of fountain pens and even a quill pen. There was a section of the store filled with racks of clothing. Holly also saw a shelf with books and ornaments including an ornate arrow, a tea set and bizarrely what appeared to be a white bear skin rug hanging on the wall. Holly wandered over to a glass case containing some display busts with necklaces draped on them. The necklaces hadn't been arranged neatly, with a number of them laying on top of each other on the busts. There were a few pearl necklaces, some lockets, pendants with precious stones and some pendants of carved jade or ivory. On one of the display busts almost buried under the other necklaces Holly's attention was drawn to a cameo pendant. The full carved picture was obscured by the other necklaces, only the profile of a woman's head could be seen. The sight of the cameo jewelry combined with the scent of cinnamon triggered memories of Holly's grandmother and the beautiful cameo brooch that she had in her jewelry collection. Her interest piqued, Holly wanted to get a better look at the cameo pendant. Holly turned to look for Vikki and saw her by a table holding a random assortment of items. "Excuse me, Vikki?" Vikki looked up from what she was doing and turned toward Holly. Holly gestured towards the display cabinet, "Can I please take a closer look at one of the pendants?" Vikki paused for a brief moment before smiling and nodding, "Sure, I'll just go get the key for the cabinet " Holly watched as Vikki walked to a counter with a computer and cash register on top. Vikki opened a drawer and pulled out a set of keys which while not comical in size still had a good number of keys on it. Vikki then pulled out a pair of white cotton gloves and put them on before joining Holly at the display cabinet. Holly was a little impressed when Vikki was able to quickly identify the correct key to open the display cabinet. "So which necklace did you want a look at?" Holly pointed at the display bust with the cameo pendant on it, "The one at the bottom with the cameo pendant please." Vikki grabbed the necklaces that were on the display bust and Holly was concerned that the chains would be all tangled. However, Vikki was able to extract the cameo pendant and hand it to Holly without any trouble. The pendant's fine gold chain was in good condition as was the setting for the pendant. Holly's focus though was on the cameo pendant itself. The carved picture turned out to be of a slender young woman in a sitting position. To Holly's surprise the woman was half naked with a long flowing robe or dress sitting halfway down her back leaving her shoulders and tits bare. The white carved image was sharply contrasted by the deep dark blue glass surrounding it. This cameo pendant was a lot different from her grandmother's brooch which from Holly's memory wasn't quite as detailed as this and certainly didn't have a half-naked woman on it. Holly looked closer at the image and was fascinated at the level of detail that had been carved into the glass. Hol

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