Eros’ Uplifting Spell [MF][exh][voy]

I wrote this in an attempt of roleplay on /r/dirtypenpals, but I wrote so much, it wasn't roleplay anymore, but the redditer suggested finishing the story and posting it here. I start off with her prompt in Italics. I made it a quicky because it's a try-out, but I'd be up for more.

I was foolish to think I could break into the Temple of Eros with nothing happening. It's only thousands of years old, what's the worst that could happen? But I awoke the mischievous wrath of the god of sex, and now he/she torments me. Every week it changes: makes everyone fall in love with me at first sight, turns my office into a brothel, makes me insatiably horny around people I don't even like… sometimes Eros even disguises himself as someone I have a huge crush on and strings me along for months.

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It is Sunday night and I lay in my bed. Even though my windows are closed, the curtains start shivering and a warm body slides next to me. His legs fold around mine and his fingertips creep across my upper thighs.
"I don't understand why you have to come by like this. Why can't we make this a date, instead of you just grabbing my body without warning?"
“I might be omnipotent, but I like to be efficient, too. I don’t have time for roses, chitchat or foreplay. And stop struggling.” His finger slides between my legs. “I can make you long for this if I please.”
“Maybe I wish you did. No, I take that back.”

Pretending to feel rejected, Eros rolls on his back, sighs out loud and lights a cigarette. “One day you might see that resistance is futile and start enjoying this. I promise I won’t hurt you, because that wouldn’t be fitting to a god of pleasure, would it?” His unpleasant laugh creeps me out as always. I look over to the side and see his attractive face pondering over the cigarette, like he’s marinating the many layers of his terrible joke.
“Get this over with. What’s the torture for this week?”
“It’s hardly a torture, you’ll like this one. You’ll have a burning desire to have sex in a public place.”
“That’s all?”
“You’ll want other people around you.”
“I’m pretty sure I won’t.”
“We both know the rules. You will know no other way than to burn with desire, each day a little more, until your body obeys the burning lust you’ve been having and you return back to normal. Last time you held out well, making it all the way to Wednesday without giving in. I was so proud of you.”
“I don’t want to think about it.”
“I still think about it every night. I hope you have fun this week. Goodnight, love.”

With that, my room is empty again. Every time he leaves me, I don’t know whether it actually happened, but the next morning takes away all doubt. As soon as my alarm goes off, it feels like there is a fire smoldering between my legs. I wake up horny, and drive myself more and more crazy as the day goes on. My mind races towards only one thought, and I sit at my desk soaking wet, trying to relieve myself in every way possible, but my orgasms are like scratching, good for a moment, only to come back worse than before, creating a never ending cycle of lust, orgasms and giving in. Maybe this week it’ll all be over soon. This certainly isn’t the worst he’s put me up with. I can have sex on Monday while people are watching, right? Just asking the question in my head makes me shiver a moment. I wasn’t raised like this.

I forgot how my morning shower is now a cruel game of temptation when I’m under his spell. There is a constant struggle between wanting to feel the shower head between my legs for temporary relief, and knowing it will make my desires worse by the time I’m blow drying my hair. I never thought being horny all day would be this bad. It’s like an addiction that takes over my brain and possesses my body until I finally give in. If Brad only knew, he’d hate it, just like he hated my purity ring for three years. Maybe having a boyfriend again would make things easier. Now that the seal is broken, I don’t have to make him wait anymore, and it would solve my resistance to having sex with people I’m not with. On the other hand, as long as I’m under Eros’ spell, my relationships are doomed to fail anyway. For now, I’ll make this week easy on myself. I will be proactive and look for opportunities to have sex in public. I don’t care how cold it is outside; I’m wearing a shorter skirt and a shirt that wraps my body in a way that draws attention. Maybe this is like being bullied; as long as I’m laughing along, it can’t be fun for Eros. Give me a man and an opportunity, and I’ll give in.

The outfit is working. On my way to work, I see heads turning and hear the occasional whistle. This is the part I love. Walking around like this, getting attention and seeing the desire in their eyes, even if just for a second. The best of them gather themselves quickly, but I know I can turn them around if I want to. No matter how hard they try to look at my eyes, nobody ignores my shirt getting lower.

The morning is going by too slowly. I watch the clock almost every minute, as I feel the urge between my legs get more intense. For a short moment, I look around the room. Everybody is focused and at work. As I hold my mouse in my right hand, my left hand slides under my skirt. Even my own touch makes me shiver at this point and I hear my breathing get heavy. My finger tips keep creeping up my leg and finally touch my panties. I close my eyes and moan softly. It’s worse than I thought. Slowly, my finger tips stroke the outside of my panties until a sudden sound alerts me. I jerk my hand back, straighten my skirt and wipe my wet finger tips on my knee. A familiar smell taunts my brain. It’s killing me to know that I’m soaking, and to have no relief in sight. Not at work, as long as I can help it.

As the minutes crawl by, I come up with a plan. The only way to keep my sanity is to use my lunch hour to rid myself of these urges. I know the library is close, and it seems like the best option. As long as I pick the right sections, there will be no children allowed, I can always find a somewhat quiet spot where only the occasional passer-by would find out what’s going on, and I would prefer a man who likes reading, anyway. Just the idea of having an actionable plan helps me focus on my work and take my mind off of my fingertips.

I love how my heels sound on the marble of the library lobby as I pace towards the elevator. Thanks to my research, I know I have to be on the fourth floor, and there’s no way I’m taking the stairs in these damn shoes. Two teenage boys are leaning in one corner of the elevator as I get in. Anything under 18 is automatically disqualified, I remind myself again, and an elevator is much riskier than a dusty corner in the anthropology section. On the other hand, they’re probably easily as horny as I am. I press the button and look at the boys a little better. They don’t know where to look and are getting nervous. I tuck my shirt in my skirt again and see one of them swallow. I won’t touch them, but I’ll make this a hot ride for them anyway. The doors close behind me and I’m ready to bite my lip and look those boys straight in their eyes, as I notice a silence. The satisfying hum of closing doors and getting up is delayed by a new passenger. When I turn around, the man grins at me. He is clearly less impressed than the boys in the corner and looks straight at me as he presses the button to close the door. “How are we doing today?” He asks.

The boys mumble something and I just look back at him. His dark glasses, scruffy two-day beard and ear ring give away his young age. The pullover, shirt and tie combination show that he belongs in a library. His white teeth flash another time as he winks at me and turns his back towards me in the classic elevator stance.

The elevator starts moving with a calm hum. All three guys stare at the changing numbers as I check out the new man’s ass. I like it, and I’m in the mood for pinching. Somewhere between the second and third floor, I reach out my hand, stretch my fingers to cup his small ass and bump into the man as the elevator stops moving. “Are you okay, miss?
His face is so close to mine, I can smell him. His light brown eyes are calm and I like how his arms hold me. For a moment, I keep looking at his lips and feel drawn towards his mouth. With such lips, you simply have to be a great kisser.
“I think I’m alright, thank you.”
Only then I realize my hand is still cupping something. First, I feel embarrassed, but then I realize this is the perfect opportunity. While I keep looking into his eyes, my grip tightens a little and I stroke my fingertips up his crotch before I compose myself.

“It looks like we’re stuck,” he says to nobody in particular. The boys behind me have taken out their phones and assume someone will take the lead, and I’m in a perfect position to mark off my mission for the week. He presses the alarm button and talks to the operator. He must have noticed something, but shows no sign of anything. In the meantime, I’m getting hot. Not just because I found the perfect opportunity, but also because we’re spending more time in this elevator than it was made for. My fingers find the top buttons of my shirt and open them up. Now I’ve got his attention again.
“What’s your name?”
“Samuel. Sam. You can call me Sam.”
“Hi, Sam. I’m Alex.”
“I’m Robert.” One of the boys looks at us.
“Thank you Robert, you can go back to your phone,” I say sharply.
I take a step towards Sam and keep looking at him.
“How are you, Sam?”
He rubs his nose and he looks around. “I’m doing fine. Didn’t plan on being stuck in an elevator today.” A nervous laugh.
“I don’t think you can plan for these things.” Another step forward. “It’s how you handle the unplanned that counts.”
I am almost as close to him as I was after falling. He doesn’t move a muscle. My hand stretches out again and finds his crotch. My lips move toward his neck, and just as I press my lips against his skin, my fingers feel the bulge under his pants. I pin him against the wall with my other hand, while my fingertips find the shape of his shaft and start stroking. My mouth moves around his neck and hairline in little kisses as my other hand unbuttons his pants. When my lips are at his ear, I whisper,
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Sam. I’m going to fold these lips around your cock and suck you seven ways to heaven. When I stop, I turn around, and you lift my skirt to slide right inside me. You got that?”

In one smooth move, I pull down his pants and boxers. His eyes are wide open as I slide my thumb across the top. I give him one last kiss on his cheek and move down on my knees. For a moment, I just watch his dick and softly slide my nails over it, fondle his balls with two fingers and then move my mouth forward. Kisses move along the trail where my fingertips just were, until they stop at his tip. I put my lips together on his tip, move my head forward and let him slowly slide inside my mouth. His moan above me spurs me on, and I start moving my head back, my lips pressed tight around his shaft. I speed up and move my head faster. His moans above me spur me on and drive me crazy. Like I wasn’t ready enough. With one hand, I keep stroking the dry part of his dick, and my other hand dives into my skirt. My panties are soaking. I need some relief, and we’re not going to be stuck here forever. From the throbbing dick in my mouth, I wonder if Sam will be sad we’re going to mix it up sooner than I thought.

I turn around and stare right into the faces of the two boys I had totally forgotten about. Their expression balances somewhere between fear and excitement and one of them reaches for his belt. One mean look scares him off, and I finally feel two hands grabbing my hips. This is where the heels come into place. I bend over, put my hands against the side of the elevator and feel how Sam slides my soaking thong to the side and positions his dick. I grunt and push my hips back, so he slides right into me. My hands clench into fists and I bite my lip. I am so ready for this. The feeling of his dick inside me makes me shiver for a second, and from the corner of my eye I notice the boys like it, too.

Sam slides back, positions himself again, and starts thrusting slowly. “Faster!” I moan. He speeds up a little, and I feel him going back and forth. “Finish as fast as you can,” I say, and this time he gets it. He slams his hips against mine and buries his cock deep in me. Then he starts moving his hips in a fast pace, so that sound and motion blend together in a roaring feeling in my stomach. I close my eyes and hear myself moan. One of my hands slide over my body and starts rubbing my clit as Sam pounds me as fast as he can. My moaning gets louder, and I feel my body get tense. “Harder,” I say. His dick slams deep inside me, and I can feel my pussy tighten. Our moans follow the rhythm of his hips, and my knees get weak. A scream rattles up my spine and escapes my mouth. One last thrust is all it takes for me to get there. When I feel his cock ram inside me again, it’s like my stomach explodes with light. My body tenses and relaxes, and I feel his warm load shoot deep inside me.

I turn around as I straighten my clothes and see Sam with a wild look in his eyes. He starts laughing, and then stops. We look up, where voices behind the door announce our rescue. My body has returned to a normal state, and all I feel now is the afterglow of power and the seed of a confused and exhausted man dripping down my leg. The two boys are still speechless and I can see the bulges in their jeans. As the doors slide open, I reach out my hands. Two firefighters lift me up, and I feel six eyes looking up my skirt a final time.

“Are you okay, miss?”
“I am excellent. I feel free much earlier than I expected.”
“We’re glad to hear that.”

Under the gaze of some spectators, I walk towards the stairs and take a quick look at the clock in the lobby. Still over half of my lunch hour left…

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/2o3n2b/eros_uplifting_spell_mfexhvoy