Cursed with Need Pt. 02

Author note: Hello! This is part 2 of 3, though it makes sense on its own.

New to the site, so especially glad to take feedback!

- Robin

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Margot thought the earliest that her lust-cursed victim could arrive was 7:30pm. She heard a loud knock on her door at 5.

She smoothed down her green dress, her deep breath filling her embroidered bodice. She marched to the door with her guilt mixed with excitement.

Charlie lay collapsed on her narrow porch, with her strong, tall body sprawled over the three front steps. Her caramel face held a vacant smile, like a girl who came home several drinks over her limit and found her house keys evaporated.

Her brown pants hugged her legs. Her white shirt would be quite professional if she hadn't torn open the buttons all the way past her lovely black bra. Lace cups peeked out, keeping her cleavage in place.

Next to her, a stranger stood with a concerned frown above his mustache, a black roller bag in one hand with a backpack stacked on top. Half a head taller than Margot, he was handsome in a bookish way, with straight brown hair and dark brown eyes. His white polo shirt fit a lean body that said he lived between the gym and office.

The man took in Margot with one long look. "Are you Margot?" he said.

"She is," called Charlie, stirring on the steps in a distracting way.

"I am," said Margot. She let her small frame relax as she smiled. We're all friends, see? "Are you Charlie's friend?"

He relaxed, but looked suspicious still. "I'm Mario. We're colleagues. Charlie's been acting a little... out of character, so I figured I would bring her home to family this weekend. She was very insistent on seeing you."

"Well, we did have a date," chirped Margo. "I can bring her home if you like."

Mario did not look amused. He shot her a serious glare. "Are you her drug dealer?"

Margot laughed, truly confused. "No. No, I'm not a drug dealer." She walked over to Charlie and knelt down, smoothing her thick dark hair. "We're, um, occasional lovers."

Charlie melted under her hand. Margot glanced at Mario's face, where confusion warred with skepticism with a touch of unstoppable interest. His gaze moved from Margot's flowing emerald dress to Charlie's smooth brown skin under her white shirt.

He wants her, realized Margot. Mario dropped his gaze respectfully. Even if he won't admit it.

Margot paused with her hand on Charlie's forehead. In for a penny, in for a pound.

She turned towards Mario. "Why don't you two come in?" she said with an edge of sweet suggestion in her tone.

Mario didn't seem to find anything amiss as he marched inside with his roller bag. Charlie took a moment to get onto her knees and push herself standing.

Margot stepped close to Charlie's ear. "You're about to get everything you want," she whispered. "Everything you've been craving and wanting."

Charlie raised her hands to her soft breasts, apparently beyond shame. A car whizzed down Margot's quiet street.

"Come inside," said Margot. "Take a breath, and rest. Come back to yourself. You're almost there."

Charlie stretched her arms, and a light came back into her eyes. She frowned as she seemed to realized exactly where she was for the first time.

Margot wondered if she would say something. Charlie only put a hand on her hip as she tutted. The tall, proud woman gave her a skeptical look as she walked inside, her athletic frame brushing past Margo.

Margot may have gone too far in defending the honor of magic, but her target was at least still the same person.

Buoyed by this thought, Margo walked back into her apartment, closing the door behind her.

Mario was scrutinizing her oversize houseplants. Charlie had found a fabric barstool that Margo never used, leaning her strong back against the marble island counter.

Margot thought that Mario's air of wariness was a little over the top. It was an airy contemporary apartment with more lush green plants than usual. Admittedly, there were two black witches' hats hung above the fireplace.

Margot said to Mario, "You're a good friend to come so far."

He shrugged with irritation, still looking around the apartment. "I'll take the train back."

Margot let a sultry suggestion color her question. "Are you two also lovers?"

That got him. He blinked, off balance, briefly confused. "No. Of course not."

"But you'd like to be," continued Margot. Mario froze in place at that sweet murmur. At the bar, Charlie squirmed in her stool. Her long legs dangled, and her white shirt hung open.

"I don't-" Mario shook his head, but couldn't shake away the color rising up his neck. "That's not-"

Margot marched up to him and snapped five times: left so his eyes followed her, then all the way to his right, left again, right again, then almost touching his forehead so that his eyes closed.

"You're dreaming," Margot whispered. "It's such a good dream. Your sexy coworker is half-dressed, and so very horny. Is it crazy to think that she wants you too?"

Mario opened his eyes, but they stared unseeing at the white slate floor. Margo could see his judgment warring for control, but his desire ran too deep. Charlie's provocative behavior probably hadn't stopped for days. His lean frame relaxed. He looked up with dreamy curiosity.

Charlie had spread her legs on the fabric barstool. One leg sat hiked up, while the other extended to the floor. Underneath her pants zipper, one hand massaged her demanding pussy. The other hand cupped one fat breast, still restrained in the black bra: hard, over and over again, like slapping an ass.

Margot and Mario both watched Charlie's chest quiver as she breathed hard with pleasure.

Margot tried to focus. "It's okay to watch," she whispered to the entranced man. "It's okay to feel your need pooling. Your desire pooling between your legs."

Mario watched with his jaw slack as Charlie shrugged off her open shirt. She unclipped her large black lace bra. When it fell open, there was no way to look away from those full, perfect breasts, with obscene wide areolas framing her stiff brown nipples.

Mario groaned quietly. His corduroy slacks would hide most bulges, but not the monster erection stiffening between his legs.

Margot watched him run his hands over this thighs, the tightness looking uncomfortable.

"Take it out," Margot said to him. Her voice now held suggestion as thick as honey. "It's going to feel so good."

Mario, still looking at Charlie's lovely breasts, unzipped his pants slowly. He brought out a thick, floppy rod with a polished glans. Now it was Charlie's turn to whimper. The hand in her pants worked faster, and her hips bucked upwards.

Watching Charlie's hips move and her breasts bounce, Mario lost all hesitation. He seized his thick rod in his fist. Each slow pump made him bigger and stiffer. Soon he had an intimidatingly long, thick shaft standing proud from his dark curly pubis hair.

Margot looked over at Charlie, who sat dazed with pleasure. "What do you think of your colleague's big cock, Charlie?" said Margot.

Charlie slipped off her barstool. Her eyes never left Mario's large, stiff cock. She turned around to lean her forearms on the marble countertop, showing her wide ass in the tight brown pants, talking over her naked shoulder.

"I think a big, thick cock like that would feel really good from behind," said Charlie, her voice clear and confident. She tugged off her tight pants to reveal two heavy buttcheeks that bounced at every movement. She pulled down a sky blue thong as well.

The most gorgeous girl she had seen in years was now naked in Margo's kitchen. Charlie stepped out of her fallen pants and leaned onto her elbows, wriggling her wonderful ass.

Mario stepped over to her like a sleepwalker. He pressed his throbbing dick into Charlie's backside as he reached around her to grab her heavy breasts. Charlie bucked back into him. It was obvious what would happen next.

"Take off your clothes," whispered Margot to the fixated Mario.

It hurt no one at this point, and she needed her joys.

Mario threw his polo shirt to the ground, and dropped his pants with his belt still in the loops. He stripped off his socks and shoes and kicked the whole pile aside. Two fine naked bodies in her kitchen. Mario grabbed Charlie's waist, and thrust his thick stiff member deep inside of her.

"Ooooooooh," moaned Charlie as her friendly coworker sank his dick into her. "Fuck yeah, Mario. Fuck yes, fuck me-"

Mario had no trouble there, seizing her waist and thrusting himself between her lovely ass cheeks. The thrusts grew stronger as his pace picked up. His animal grunts joined Charlie's desperate moans.

Margot walked to the other side of the room to check on Charlie. Bent over the kitchen island, she grabbed the far edge as she moaned in pleasure. Her breasts smooshed against the marble countertop wirh each thrust inside of her.

As Margot watched, the joy on her face transitioned into a more complicated feeling. A wave that wouldn't crest. A clear promise of explosive pleasure that never came. When Charlie looked more tormented than happy, Margot walked back over to Mario, who grunted away still.

"You feel really good," said Margot. "You love fucking Charlie." Easiest suggestion ever. Mario looked drunk on desire, and Margot was sure he would not remember a single hint of her next words.

"It feels so good that it's hard to control," said Margot. "So good that it's gathering in your cock, in your tight, ready balls."

Mario slowed his pace just slightly. He maintained a steady rhythm.

Margot put a hand on his moving shoulder. "It feels too good," she whispered. "You can't control it."

His breathing changed. Whatever habits of stamina he had developed fell apart as his thrusts became erratic and desperate.

"Fuck," said Mario to Charlie, whose ass moved like a pornographer's dream. "You're so hot." He thrust. "You're so hot." He thrust again. "You're so hot. I swear, I'm sorry-"

Margot whispered, "You're about to c-"

"Aaahhrgh!" Mario pumped his dick into Charlie's waiting body, fast and hard, his thrusting hips sending his cum deep inside. Charlie's sweet moans made Margot wonder if she liked the feeling of hot cum exploding inside of her.

I should have made them wear a condom, Margot said to herself. Well, one problem at a time.

Mario had collapsed, still standing, onto Charlie's broad back. Eyes closed, he looked delirious, happy, and exhausted.

Margot leaned in to whisper in his exposed ear. "You're still asleep," she said. "When your mind starts to stir, you'll take your bags to the guest bedroom down the hall and lie down to sleep some more. It'll extend this amazing feeling. You want to make this dream last."

It took a full minute for Mario to stir, but he walked straight over to his bags and dragged them towards the apartment's only hallway. Margot followed to make sure that he found the right bedroom, and was charmed to find that he unpacked pajamas and a night mask before getting into bed.

She closed the guest room door behind him, mind now on the gorgeous woman still sprawled naked on her kitchen countertop.