Andrea gripped Brian’s cock tighter through his sweats. He jerked away from her again. “No, you’re clearly under the influence of the curse. It wouldn’t be right!”
“Pleeeease!” She groaned as the hand squeezed tighter on her shaft and she ached, “I just need a good, hard, fucking!” She slipped a hand between her own legs, feeling how hot her pussy was as she put pressure against her clit.
Brian took a belt from his dresser and then grabbed her wrists. Excitement swelled inside her as he pulled her arms behind her back and began wrapping them together tightly. “You, are not doing anything until we get that thing off of you.” He grabbed another belt and began tying her kicking ankles together.
“No wait, what are you doing?!” Andrea squirmed, brushing herself against his hard-on through his pants, but he was so much stronger than she was which honestly made her both harder and moister. The rubbing on her dick accelerated wherever it was and she was so goddamn aroused. “Please. I’ll stop. Just untie me so I can get myself off. I mean, I just want your dick inside me. Fuck.” She couldn’t stop thinking about being railed by him.
“Look, I’ll be right back. Just going to go get help.” Brian backed up as she spasmed and arched her back to try and rub herself against him again.
The door closed and the phantom handjob continued. So close. She twisted to press her hard nipples against the cool brick wall as she felt herself come hard wherever her dick was at. “Fuuuck!” She shouted. More, needed more. Her hands, tied tightly behind her back, barely reached her ass, but she grabbed and groped at it as she felt her dick harden again almost immediately. “Fuck me.” She begged the empty room as she writhed around on the bed. Whoever had her stolen cock obliged and began licking it and then sucking it as it got hard again. “Yes…” she bucked and felt a load shoot out somewhere again. “Unggh.” She moaned as she came here on the bed as well.
Brian returned after what felt like an hour. Lisa was with him for some reason. “Oh, Andrew-a.” Lisa looked back and forth at Andrea's face and then her wet crotch. “Brian told me there’s a lust spell that can’t be removed. I didn’t realize it was on you.”
“You two know each other?” Brian asked as Andrea just moaned a non-response.
“In a way. Here let me see that collar.” She knelt near Andrea's face and Andrea smelled lilac in her sweet perfume. Despite her exhaustion, she yearned to be buried in those beautiful tits right now. Lisa’s hand felt electric as it touched her neck and Andrea felt ready to orgasm all over again. Lisa whispered a word that couldn’t be heard over the blood rushing in Andrea's ears. The collar snapped open and her body and mind suddenly relaxed.
“Andrea, how do you feel?” Brian asked.
Had she really wanted to be fucked that bad? It felt so strange to think about now though she still felt her hard-on. “I-wow. I feel like I was the absolute horniest I’ve ever been. Can you, um, untie me please?” Brian obliged and Andrea looked down at the marks on her skin and the wet spot on the bed. “Sorry about the mess."
"Hey, what about finding my, um, item?” Andrea asked when she rejoined Brian and Lisa in the main room. She had a new pair of sweats from Brian and was going commando because of how drenched the boxers were.
“You lost it?” Lisa said in shock and Andrea felt her face turn red.
“Uh, depending on what it is, I have this compass that should work.” Brian said digging a gold disk out of a desk drawer. “Just think hard about what you’re looking for and it should indicate where to go.”
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