Amorous Goods: Mannequin & Cameo Pendant

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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

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

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Amorous Goods: Three Horny Monkeys Part 2

AMOROUS GOODS: THREE HORNY MONKEYS [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-three-horny-monkeys] � PART 2 "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." Based on a post by ShowTime8 [https://www.literotica.com/s/amorous-goods-gaudus]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/amorous-goods/AmorousGoods1-13.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]. CONTINUING FROM PART 1. CHAPTER FIFTEEN. 'Arising from its charm? WTF?' Sam had thought at the time. But old Freitag had sure been right, the photographer remembered now. Everyone had been very happy indeed with the pictures he'd taken that night. "How about we look at some of the images we've captured so far?" Sam said to So-Young. He grabbed his laptop and a cable from his desk, and then took a seat next to her on the sofa. Her nipples looked ready to cut glass and he could positively smell her musky sex, but he'd learned to take it slow and really build up the legitimate aspects of what they were doing together so that what followed would come naturally, with no hesitation or regret. Sam connected his camera to the laptop and booted up the viewer. He nodded at a throw pillow beside her, which the young model placed on her naked lap. Sam put the computer on the pillow. Whatever image he brought up for review in the camera viewfinder, she would see displayed on the computer screen. "You have been magnificent," he told her. "One of my best models ever. I know we have many pictures you and your husband are going to love. But we'll take a quick look through to make sure we have everything you want in this setting or if maybe a certain pose should be re-done for whatever reason. Okay?" So-Young glowed at the praise and nodded. As the pictures slowly rolled across the computer screen, she felt the warmth in her lower belly growing even stronger as she saw her body through his eyes. The first shots were in her own red baby dolls and So-Young thought she looked very nervous and unsure of herself, more like a teenager than a 24-year old woman, but Sam was praising the images. "You look so sweet and innocent here," he purred. "But your outfit and the way you hold your beautiful body are on the edge of dirty." He turned his head to look into her eyes. "Are you a young innocent, about to give yourself to your first lover? Or a dangerous Lolita about to take away a married man's fidelity?" The young wife blushed and re-examined the photos with Sam's perspective. As they progressed, she had changed outfits a few times, each one somehow more risqu� than the ones before. The looks on her face also changed, following the same progression from innocent interest to carnal desire. Then suddenly she realized the photos they were looking at now showed her completely unclothed. They were the last ones they'd shot, since she'd done her beauty poses for him. She was naked in them, just as she was naked now; but she was also somehow more than just nude. Her head raised from the monitor and looked at him with a hint of doubt. "You're surprised at how comfortable you feel, aren't you?" he crooned. He'd been on the lookout for the doubt and was ready. "I have to say how impressed I am with your poise, with your confidence. You truly carry yourself like a professional. Yes, a professional. I almost feel like I should be paying you for this session, not the other way around." A smile began to creep across her face. "I did say 'almost'," he offered with a small laugh. "I'm afraid I'll still need my fee." The humor did the trick and all doubt left her. She returned her gaze to the screen. There were full body shots from high and low, close ups of her ass from side and back, shots of her thick bush with a light aimed directly at it to show its texture and the shine of the wetness building beneath, and many angles of the tits that she secretly feared were too small, but now looked absolutely perfect. She especially liked some where he'd had her caress or hold her tits and you could clearly see the three jade monkeys dangling over tit and nipple. 'No Ludwig Freitag to stop me from taking pictures of the treasure now,' Sam thought as he looked at what had become one of his signature shots. "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil," So-Young said softly, almost like a mantra. CHAPTER SIXTEEN. "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil." Sam remembered hearing Mrs. Terwilliger saying the same thing to Mr. Terwilliger while he moved in to get pictures of their faces so close, so loving, so romantic in the midst of so much debauchery. "Exactly," the husband had replied. "I see no evil, only beauty. I hear no evil, only words of desire. And what we speak cannot be evil, because it comes from our hearts." Romantic words to go with the romantic kisses, Sam had thought, wishing he had a video camera. He'd suggested bringing one, since he'd shot video of the Terwilligers in their home. But Freitag had said no, it was too easy to capture inadvertent images and too hard to find and delete them afterward. Maybe on a future visit, Sam had thought, if I can prove myself this time. He'd gotten back to proving himself with his camera, but he'd really had to work at it because he kept getting caught up in the words between the Terwilligers. "Has it felt good; has it been exciting?" The Mister asked while staring into his wife's eyes. "Yes," was all the Missus said. Sam noticed the bank officer had his hand on the kindergarten teacher's wrist; the same wrist with the bracelet. In fact, his hand was covering most of it and Sam took the chance to get a shot he hoped would pass Freitag's censorship; there were just a few links of silver in one area, and just enough of one jade monkey to know it was the one with its hands over its mouth. "And there's nothing wrong with that, is there?" the man continued. "No," she answered. Sam thought she sounded a bit hypnotized at first, but then she repeated, "No," in a strong, clear voice. "There is nothing wrong with that at all." A full smile broke across her face. "It's been good to watch all these wonderful people making love and now it's going to be even better to take part; to enjoy the pleasure around us." "I've wanted to for a long time," she admitted. "And I'm ready." She paused. "Are you ready?" she asked with a slightly sinister tone. Mr. Terwilliger didn't have the charmed bracelet to banish his doubts, but he'd committed them to this step. "Yes. Shall I ask the first stranger to fuck you?" Of course, they weren't really strangers, but that was the play they'd scripted. "No," she answered, drawing a look of surprise from her husband. "I want the biggest one first, not the smallest one." The banker raised one eyebrow. The teacher carried on. "Instead of building up to the biggest one, I want to start with him, and then challenge myself to squeeze down on the smallest even after I'm fucked out." The look on her face was indescribably wanton and sensuous and challenging and Sam still thought it might be the best image he'd ever captured. A giant enlargement of that face, with that look, now hung on his bedroom wall, looking at him every night. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. Looking now at the exotic Asian beauty of the young Mrs. Lee, Sam wondered if he might not have a chance to capture another perfect moment. "Exactly," the duplicitous photographer responded to his bewitched model. "I see no evil, only beauty. I hear no evil, only words of desire. And what we speak cannot be evil, because it comes from our hearts." Sam had stolen this line from Mr. Terwilliger (although he suspected Terwilliger had stolen it first from Freitag) and used it often with his models. Sam took the computer from So-Young's lap and disconnected it from his camera as he walked to his desk. When he returned to the sofa, he snatched the pillow off her lap with a flourish and a smile and tossed it aside. He reached out, took her hand and raised her to her feet. He stood close in front of her and So-Young realized viscerally how much she towered over him, even though she was only 5' 6". She'd never had this perspective on a grown man before and found it remarkably sexy and powerful. She played the role of the man and bent down to kiss him. She hadn't kissed a man other than her husband this way for almost four years, but she didn't feel guilty. She just felt horny. Sam reveled in the passion of her kiss and almost lost his way. The charm had worked and she was his and he was more than ready to take her. Fortunately, he still had his camera in his hand and when it bumped up against the woman's naked thigh during their kiss, he remembered that he had much more to do with John Lee's wife before he fucked her. Sam Dolan pulled back, still holding the Korean beauty's hand in his. "Come my dear," he said softly as he led her over to the bedroom part of the set. So-Young couldn't believe the man's self-control and will power and it just made her want to give up her own control and submit to his will even more. She padded obediently behind him to the edge of the double bed. The man stroked her tits and belly as he said, "Your husband is going to love the pictures we've taken so far. But you know he'll really lose his mind when he sees your beautiful body laid out on a bed for his pleasure, won't he?" This little word play served a dual purpose for Sam. He'd found that every reference back to the original plan appeared to make it easier for his victims to think that whatever outrageous thing he asked them to do next, it fit properly into that plan. The other purpose was for his alibi tape. Sam had a couple of wide-angle video cameras in the ceiling that covered the entire set. Their microphones were mated to other mics by the sofa and bed. If anyone ever challenged him on the authenticity of a wayward wife's model release signature on his full-ownership/full-use contract, all he had to do was show them the video of the wife agreeing to everything; all in the name of pleasing her husband. "Yes, yes he will," So-Young said honestly. She could easily imagine her husband John taking her on their marital bed, with the Boudoir album lying open alongside them so he could be sure she was in the same position as in the photos. It made her pussy tingle even more and she wished John was here right now so Sam could take photos of them making love. Then, Sam's finger was inside her wet pussy and So-Young's imagination took another leap; to where John took Sam's camera to take pictures of her fucking another man. When the little man slipped a second finger inside her, So-Young grabbed the back of his head and pulled his mouth to her tit. He suckled as he finger-fucked her and the enchanted wife felt an orgasm building up inside her. Then suddenly Sam was gone and So-Young felt desperately empty. He marched over to where her original red satin baby doll lay on a chair and tossed it at her. She barely managed to capture the outfit against her torso; her eyes were wide, wanting Sam's touch, his direction. "Put that on," he growled, struggling to hold himself back from attacking the dripping pussy. But he put the attention on her, to build up her own passion. "You liked my fingers inside of you, didn't you?" She eagerly nodded yes. "But that wouldn't be enough for you would it?" She looked a bit perplexed. "What do you want even more than my fingers?" A smile grew on her face. "Your cock!" she declared. "Won't you give it to me?" His return smile was decidedly more evil than hers. "Oh yes, yes I will. But we need other images first. I know that once I give you my cock, I won't be able to see straight and so won't be able to take any more pictures. And you want more pictures for your portfolio, don't you?" So-Young was very pleased to know that Sam thought she'd fuck him cross-eyed, but he was such a strong man, such a professional about his photography, and she knew he was right, she did want more pictures for her album. More naughty pictures to show her husband. And her friend Chae-Won, she thought suddenly. That would be a whole other type of fun to compare photos with her sexy friend. She kept smiling as she put on the baby-doll she'd brought from home. For the next 30 minutes Sam posed her on the bed in the red satin and in the other outfits she'd worn in the "living room." But this time each set ended up with her more exposed; finding different ways to pull the fabric of the outfits either up into her soaking wet crack, or away from her straining nipples or cutely wrinkled asshole. The last shots captured So-Young's face and body straining in orgasm as she frantically played with herself through a set of crotchless panties. Now she eyed Sam's crotch with almost ravenous hunger, but he forced a bottle of mineral water into her hand and told her to take a drink and then put on the red satin baby doll again. "No more wine?" she asked, though that wasn't what she was really frustrated about. "We want to be relaxed, not sloppy," he replied. Another link in the alibi tape; 'No, he hadn't gotten her drunk and taken advantage.' So-Young did what she was told. Sam walked over to a shelf against the wall and returned with a plastic box. He pulled off the lid and she saw it was full of different types of sex toys and lubricants. "It's time for the next stage," he told her in his firm, masterful voice. He brought over a video camera mounted on a tripod and set it up pointing at her sitting on the edge of the bed in her red pajamas with their wet stains. He turned it on. He picked up his still camera and started taking more pictures of her as he spoke. "We've taken the "safe" photos you can show your friends and the "exposed" photos you can show your nastier friends. Now we're going to take some toy photos that will make your husband really excited. Then we're going to take the pictures with the real cock. It's up to you if you share those with John." Sam moved so he was in front of and just to the side of the video camera, so she was almost looking into it as she looked at him. "And we're going to add video, to really capture your pleasure and excitement. Is that what you want, baby?" Sam demanded. "Do you want me to take photos and videos of you fucking yourself with your fingers? With toys? With another man's cock?" She began doing the first thing, pulling the crotch of her pajama bottom to the side and jamming her fingers inside her cunt before answering. "Yes! Fingers, toys and cock! I want you to record it all, to take pictures of everything." "Did you know you wanted to be an exhibitionist before? Have you ever wanted your husband to show you off in public? Or take dirty pictures of you and put them on the Internet?" "Oh, my God!" the bewitched young woman cried out. "I've never done that, never talked about it. But you're right, I do want to. God, the idea is so exciting." Her fingers were flying over her clit. "Let people watch me. Let them know what a slut I am! Ah ah ah," she screamed in another orgasm. Sam was feeling golden. He didn't plan on her, or especially her husband, ever finding out what he was going to do with her photos and video, but even if they did, this last little bit would make it very clear it was all with her consent and even desire. And of course, he wouldn't ever have to tell them that the consent had been obtained fraudulently by his three magic monkeys CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil," said Morgana Delacroix to her two young partners in the basement of the Amorous Goods mansion. "What does it mean to you?" Vikki answered first, with her undergraduate studies in history and a graduate degree and experience in archiving academic and literary collections. "Most people tie it back to ancient China and the teachings of Confucius and/or Buddhism. Either way, we know it best in the west with its treatment in Japan after Buddhist monks introduced the maxim. And all of that boils down to living properly. Not taking part in evil or looking for it in others. Don't pre-judge, don't blindly accept bad things you hear; really look and listen and learn. And don't speak evilly about other people and ideas, even if you don't agree with them." Dylan's degree was in the much more pragmatic school of business and his post-graduate studies had been in the cold-blooded arena of deal-making and profit-taking. He laughed. "Gee, I always thought it was more a code of silence, like among the Mafia. 'Sorry, Officer, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, and I'm not saying anything.'" Morgana smiled ruefully. "You two have framed it perfectly. From Vikki's side, imagine a bracelet with a light charm to help its wearer have a more open mind, not be judgmental of people different from her, and to be more open minded to new images, sounds and ideas. A very nice charm, intended for good. But over on Dylan's side, what if that charm was corrupted so that the wearer started to lose her sense of right and wrong? What she saw and heard while wearing the bracelet never seemed evil. And she wouldn't say anything to stop those acts. She might not even say anything after taking the bracelet off, because they'd never registered as evil actions." "How far could it go?" Dylan asked worriedly. "Is it like the hypnotist we talked about earlier? You can still only push a person up to their personal limit, but not beyond?" "I think that's why Ludwig put in that question mark in the ledger," the occultist replied. "I don't think he knew how far past their normal limits a person would go. Remember that even a non-evil enchantment can make people admit to and act upon fantasies they'd never really considered before; like the charmed lingerie. But a truly cursed item could potentially make the wearer think there was nothing wrong with murder. Or since Ludwig specialized in erotica, that there was nothing wrong with rape. Even their own. It could turn a person into a monster or a monster's victim." CHAPTER NINETEEN. Sam went into a frenzy of activity; switching between still and video cameras. He had So-Young use the different toys in different positions and different outfits. He had a mental checklist of special requests he'd received from subscribers and tried to fill as many of those as he could because they would bring in the biggest tips. He had her talk about craving her husband's cock for one audience and then belittle John's cock for another audience. He kept letting her know how beautiful, how sexy, how professional she was and how good she was doing with her photo shoot; her completely normal photo shoot. She'd never deep-throated a cock, but now she'd taken three different sized dildoes. The same was true for her ass. Sam had learned he could get anyone to give up their ass at least once, but if getting past that initial uncertainty and fear didn't develop some true pleasure from the act, it was better to let it go, rather than risk breaking the spell. So-Young clearly had been raised to believe it was tabo

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Amorous Goods: Mannequin & Cameo Pendant

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