This is my contribution to the
Amorous Goods Challenge
. Supernatural folklore is definitely more my forte than erotic fiction. However, I tried to not go too dark or violent as I didn't want this to be horror. Once again, huge thanks to rnebular for once again taking the time to edit and giving plot suggestions. Warning, this is not a BTB story.
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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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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 breasts 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 affect 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. Fuuuuuuck."
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
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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 breasts 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.
