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Amorous Goods: Three Horny Monkeys Part 2

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Amorous Goods: Three Horny Monkeys � Part 2

"See no evil, hear no

evil, speak no evil."

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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. This 18 part series
is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.

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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