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. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at
Amorous Goods
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"What were you doing, I've been looking for you, Dylan," Nikki 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 else where, 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 it's breast to it's crotch. Something catches his eye; the head looks as if it were turned slightly, watching for his return, mouth slightly open.
"Hmmm. 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 Nikki 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 it's 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 breast.
"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 Nikki in the kitchen.