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[ { "from": "human", "value": "To a normal woman, the idea of getting caught and fucked by a monster is mortifying. To an adventure, just an embarrassing memory to keep to yourself. You reached a new level of embarrassment: your party is here to rescue you, but found you getting fucked by a monster and absolutely loving it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a trap, of course it was a trap. It would have been too easy just to have had a simple escort quest. The bolts of silk and the heir to the lordship had to make it down the Trade Way and we were the ones foolish enough to take the job. Maybe the boy's uncle wanted him to be killed and that's why he sent our group without reinforcements. No worries though, we had been ambushed before. \n\nThe orcs jumped the embankment in a coordinated attack, surrounding the caravan front and back. Two particularly large fellows, perhaps part Goliath, flipped the front wagon, blocking our escape. Two orcs blocked the back of the caravan with pikes. Not that it would matter, the horses wouldn't back up, not in this tight space.\n\nTime seemed to slow down as we launched into battle. First, as always, was the rogue who flung his daggers into the necks of the first orcs who made a lunge for the lordling's carriage. The fighter launched himself next, swiping at their knees, disabling them from moving any closer. It felt like a victory, but it was early, and they outnumbered us two to one.\n\nI dismounted my trapped and panicking horse and rushed to the lordling's carriage. I pressed my hands against the sides and did the first thing I could think of. The sides of the carriage turned to smooth stone. The little lord wouldn't be able to escape, but more importantly, the orcs wouldn't be able to get in. I turned to the group. A band of orcs charged down the embankment. A few of my party pulled shields to hold them off, but the charge was solid and mowed them down to get to the caravan. I was able to stop a few, twisting tree roots up from the ground to catch their feet. They roared into the air in frustration, their voices primal and deep. \n\nAs I concentrated on holding them there, a bag went over my head and two large arms pinned my own to my sides. Easily, I was lifted into the air. I kicked out to struggle against whoever had nabbed me, but it was to no avail. I was barely five foot and 100 pounds soaking wet, a tiny human woman and a magic user to boot. I never had a need to work on my strength where magic would always suffice. And we were against orcs who were larger and more powerful than I. And if it was a Goliath, then I was really outclassed.\n\nI ran through every spell I knew, but nothing came to mind to save me. I needed to have my arms free to cast, or to be able to see. Eventually, I saved my energy and stopped struggling. The orc carried me a ways, though it was hard to tell how much time had passed. I knew my stomach hurt from being slung over the creature's shoulder. I knew my wrists hurt from being bound behind my back. I knew all the blood had rushed to my head, which was practically upside down.\n\nWhen we stopped, the creature flung me down to the ground. As my back hit ground, my breath left me. I struggled to suck in air. When I did, the creature tugged the sack off my head and stuck what looked like a horse's bit in my mouth. He attached the leather buckle behind my head, far out of reach from my bound hands. Clearly he had dealt with magic users before. He hogtied my arms to my legs and I sprawled out on the ground. \n\nI tried to move the metal around in my mouth, the bite of the metallic taste disgusting on my tongue. My words came out unintelligible, my saliva pooling in my mouth and spilling over as I learned to swallow with the bit in. The orc laughed in the dark. I looked for any identifying features, but all I could see was a large looming mass moving about the camp.\n\nHe struck a fire and only then could I properly see what I was up against.\n\nAs the fire came to life, so did my fears. The creature was much larger than I imagined. Half orc, half Goliath by the look of it. Clearly a barbarian. His chest was covered in brands and rudimentary tattoos. Each muscle was well defined. Boots were the only proper clothing he wore and I found myself blushing to see what scraps of fur he draped over his manhood. He couldn't hide how his lust for battle had translated elsewhere. \n\nI looked away, not wanting to see his member engorged as it was, as inhumanly large and green as it was. I had been captured before, taken hostage, but never by anything as primal as this. \n\nAround the room was a basic living area. He had made himself a little home in what I presumed was a cave. Furs of beasts he had killed lined a rough bed in the corner. There were some cooking utensils by the fire. A pile of weapons and loot he had taken off of others that fell for the trap we had just run into were besides me. He had put me in his loot pile. I was a spoil. \n\nStrangely, there was no other sign of the rest of the group that had ambushed us. Perhaps he worked solo. But as I began to look around at the treasure beside me, I got nervous. Gems and gold caught the growing firelight, sparkling in between the bloodied armor and weapons. It was a lot of wealth for a run of the mill bandit. He was clearly their leader. \n\nHope sparked in my chest. If my party survived, they would undoubtedly hunt down the head of the orc band. If they survived\n\nThe half-goliath shifted and I looked at him. He was removing what little he wore. The heat of the fire had warmed the cave thoroughly. I watched him disrobe, the length of his manhood springing out from behind the pelt he wore around his waist. My breath caught in my throat. It wasn't unheard of, human women being held to satisfy the needs of these barbarians, these subhuman creatures. I had seen half human orcs before. It wasn't unheard of, I assured myself. \n\nNaked, the Goliath walked over to the rough table and poured from a cask of ale, undoubtedly stolen from another caravan before ours. He filled his mug and drained it quickly, then filled it again. I must have made a sound because he turned toward me. \n\nI won't untie you, he grunted. I was shocked the monster knew common. I struggled to reply, but the words just died on the bit in my mouth. Maybe he knew what I had said, because he came towards me with the ale in his hand. I wanted a drink. He smiled a vicious smile and loomed over me. He was at least 7 feet tall, wide and muscled, and I was bound helpless on the ground. He crouched down and poured the ale on my face. I spluttered and coughed as some of it made it through my opened mouth. Most of it poured down my front. My cloth robes were soaked and see through. I closed my eyes as I felt the Goliath watching me. My cheeks burned. \n\nA rough thumb traced over my breasts, circling my nipples which were visible through the wet fabric. I held still. The finger left me and I relaxed. \n\nEasily the barbarian lifted me up as if I were a child and carried me to his bed. I cried out, my voice echoing through the cave but going no further. His breathing quickened as I struggled against my bonds. It excited him. \n\nHe ripped the soaking fabric off of me, my robes hanging in shreds. He watched me intently studying each part of me. I said something rude, but it came out a jumbled mess against the metal in my mouth. I think he got the gist of it because he laughed, a thunderous sound. \n\nHe reached behind me into the pillows in the bed and pulled out a sick looking dagger. I screamed as he moved towards me. He laughed again, and quickly sawed through the rope that tied my bound hands to my feet. The hogtie released, I could stretch out my legs and feet. He left my hands tied, but I could move them in front of me. I scrambled to my hands and knees. He ripped the rest of my robes from me. I was as naked as he now. The furs that made his bed were soft against my bare skin, but it was his hard body I was afraid of. Maybe if he just took what he wanted from me, he would let me go? Could I stall him long enough for my friends to come rescue me?\n\nHe moved me across his lap, with my ass in the air, and moved a finger down my back, between my cheeks and then down into my entrance. I gasped in horror. His huge finger had found me already wet. I blushed harder. Was I excited as he was? What kind of person was I to enjoy this? His hard dick was pressed into my stomach as I was draped across his lap. The finger pushed into me and I gasped again. But as I listened myself, it sounded suspiciously like a moan. His single finger had filled me so perfectly. It's rough calluses pressed against my walls as it slid in and out. I moaned again. \n\nThe Goliath began to move his hips, grinding his cock into my stomach as he fingered me. I was so wet even his second finger still felt good as he entered me. I couldn't believe this. I was enjoying getting fingered by a barbarian. His second finger stretched me wide, wider than I had ever been stretched before. I was no virgin and I had been taken by lovers and captors alike before. But they had all been human." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "You enter a new store in your neighborhood which claims to sell magical items. After browsing a bit you come across a variety pack of condoms which promises the wearer a transformative experience. The clerk smiles at you as you buy them saying that each color promises a new experience...." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So Hi, I am Justin, and this is my review of the magical condoms. Long story short: These condoms were fucking difficult. Literally. \n\nFirst I tried putting one on in the privacy of my home. I started with the black one, assuming that a standard condom color wouldn't do too much. I unpacked it, wrapped it over my member, and poof, my dick got fat, hard and long. And black. \n\nOf course, I thought to myself. Of course it's the BBC-condom. The BBCC. What else did I expect. What a dumb clichee.\n\nSo I pulled it off again, and poof, everything was back to normal. I tried putting it back on, but no luck, it did not seem to work twice. Damn, wasted one, I admitted to myself, I will have to be more careful. 7/10? I couldn't really use it, but it looked great.\n\nAfter thinking it through, I decided to only use them after becoming intimate. Ideally with a hook-up. Luckily I followed rules 1 and 2 of Tinder, and finding hook-ups wasn't terribly hard. Not easy, mind you, but easy enough. Swiping right a few dozen times, writing dumb name-puns a dozen times, and I'd usually have a date set up for the weekend.\n\nWith the first girl, a dark-skinned beauty nearly two inches taller than myself, I put on the brown condom, and was quite a bit surprised when my dick turned into what I could only imagine was a horse-cock (still wrapped up of course). Flat-nosed, weirdly shaped, and ...well ...enormous. Not quite as big as what's on a horse, but still gigantic. Luckily for me she did not see it before I was pushing into her (with difficulty), and while she moaned in discomfort, she soon got used to it, and I had a great fuck, until I came ...well ...a lot. I was very glad I was still wearing the condom, and it caught the litre or so without problems. As soon as I had pulled it off, my dick shrank back to normalcy. All good. 6/10 - Big dick is good dick, though this might a bit too much.\n\nThe second one was a redhead, so I used the red condom. My dick hardly changed, but I felt my body swell and shift. A look down my stomach showed me perfect abs, perfect toned legs, muscles all over my body. I wished I had a mirror because I was sure I looked like a Greek god. I briefly considered never taking the condom off again, but alas, when she saw me after being fucked doggy-style (I suggested it before putting it on, making it easier for me to hide what was going on), she was enraptured by my appearance, and wanted to suck me off in the raw. Before I could stop her, she had pulled the rubber off herself, and her horrified face when I turned back made me grab my clothes and run straight out of her apartment. 7/10 - Funny, and possibly nice, but the situation was just impractical.\n\nThird one (orange) was even worse. All was fine (my dick looked a bit weird), until I came. And my dick knotted up inside her. I have never been so embarrassed as when we were stuck together for half an hour, with every of her movements making me squeal in pain. 1/10 - Traumatizing. Poor dogs.\n\nIt took me a few weeks before I found the courage to try again. But eventually I did. Surely they would not all be bad? It was a mixed bag, or box, in this case.\n\nA light blue one gave me infinite stamina. I fucked my date for three hours, then her roommate for two, and then my date again. I fucked and fucked and fucked, never getting sore or soft. The lack of orgasm did not even bother me, it just felt amazing. I made them both cum many times, and just felt like the biggest stud on the planet. 10/10 - What a night. \n\nThe purple one was ...interesting. Similar to the one before, I could fuck for hours. Unlike the one before, I wanted to have an orgasm after two minutes. But could not. Not for the life of me. Only in the early morning, after nearly going insane, I exploded so hard I did pass out. 6/10 - torture, but great, but torture, but great. I have very mixed feelings about this one.\n\nThe dotted one was fun. It did not do anything to me, but the second I entered that cute Asian's pussy, she nearly screamed. Not from pain, from pleasure. She had cum in one single stroke. So I kept going, until she passed out. Would have loved to have more girls present, but alas, that did not work out. 9/10 - I'd buy this one again.\n\nThe green one ...Well let's just say that if you read something about a Hulk-like person smashing up an apartment in LA and never be seen again...Pretend it wasn't me. 5/10 - was nice to blow off some steam.\n\nCan't say I liked the white one much. Micropenis really wasn't much good for anything, so I just used another one. 3/10 - What a waste.\n\nThree different shades of purple/lavender/violet resulted in my cock changing shape in fun ways: More bumpy, more veiny, bigger head, longer, shorter, they just felt like random assortments of minor changes. 6/10 - good variety, but not very special.\n\nUntil finally, the pink one. I thought I'd keep a standard color for last, to end on a bang. You know what's normal? I thought. Pink condoms! Super common! Nothing special about them!\n\nYou know what's also typical pink? Girly stuff.\n\nImagine my surprise when I poofed into a girl's body, utterly flabbergasted. My date didn't mind, and it was an amazing night, a great morning after, a good breakfast, and only on Monday morning I realized that (of course) I did not have a cock any more. How do you take off a condom that's on a dick you don't have? You don't.\n\nGuess I'll go by Justine now.\n\n---\n\n(Check out my profile post to find links to my other flash fiction smut.)" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "after her party wipes, the cleric is brought before the ancent dragon and is taught to worship the dragon's sex. To her surprise, this change in faith is easier then others have been." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "> Content: does it count as hyper if the penis is really really big, but its the regular size for the creature in question? Anyways, theres a giant dragon dick, in the literal sense. And a lot of cock worship.\n\nThe air boiled with a furious heat, the braziers lining the walls blazing away. Smoke carried the heavy scent of burning charcoals throughout the great hall, an uncomfortable place for the weak, but my resolve was strong as I caressed the magnificent pillar of flesh in front of me. I was nude, my pale skin glistening from the sweat that trickled down from my bald head, around my pert breasts and coalescing down beneath the folds of flesh on my belly. The sweat dripped and mixed with my own desire, my leaking folds as I grinded against the Dragons cock. A pillar of flesh, proudly extending from his golden scaled underbelly, the fleshy head rimmed with smooth, hardened protrusions. Bizarre, but I could work with that. Worship takes place in many forms.\n\nEveryone besides me, and technically the ancient gold dragons I was worshipping, was fully clothed. The acolytes climbing the stairs to feed an endless line of grapes and cured meats, dropping them into the Dragons open maw were dressed in white robes, their only jewelry being a thin, gold chain. The head priest, who was watching me worship, was dressed far more de Sade toy. His necklace was thick and inlaid with golden diamonds. His thick, black beaded was braided and decorated with golden rings. On his bald head was a golden circlet with a myriad of bedazzling jewels. He had been teaching me the art of worship, but he had paused minutes ago to watch me as I licked and hugged the dragons rod with fervor, making sure to wrap my body and rub him all over. It was the High Priest who decided to pull my mind from its embrace. Hold on, can you stop for a second?\n\nI lifted my face from the tower of flesh to scan the room again, trying to see where the high priest had gone to. There were the acolytes, tending to the fires and using the smoke to barbecue the meats. There were my party members, who had been knocked out and locked into gilt cages. There was the Orc Paladin, locked in a prayer and no doubt sweating underneath all his armor. The Elven ranger, who was busy sliding her own fingers in and out of her own pussy, the sight of me too sexy for her to bear. The Tiefling rogue who was making seductive motions to me and the Elf, extending her tongue a full two feet and licking her red horns. Lastly was the Wizard, his sculpted chest on display as his hands were tied above him and his mouth firmly gagged with an acolytes old robes, standard precaution for wizards. \n\nOh, and there was the high priest, standing right besides me with an expression of fascination. I dont believe it. How did you acclimate so well to this! Youve been worshipping for an hour and youre already better than anyone Ive ever seen! \n\nI shrug from atop the dragons cock, and I press myself up so that Im astraddle the top of his shaft, my hands massaging the dragons mighty cockhead, causing shudders and deep moans that resonated through the hall, my own pussy lips feeling the burning desire of the dragon. You asked me to worship great Aurune so that he would grant me and my party clemency. I intend to do that, with all of my heart, so that he may forgive our transgressions for our trespass into his lair. \n\nI leaned down and licked Aurunes cockhead, the fluid weeping out tasting salty and bitter. Not pleasant, but a worshipper must treat such sacred emissions as one does to find wine. \n\nThe high priest was still not satisfied with my answer, the golden rings on his knuckles sliding against each other as he wrung his hands in nervousness. We...we dont really expect any newcomers to do this...usually I just impress them with my dedications, just massage it a little, you know? And while the hapless victim is dazed and stunned by Aurunes greatness, and begging to not have to do this, he transforms into human form! He was going to transform for you too, but you didnt stop or beg at all! \n\nThe great dragon leaned his long down so that I could see into his large, golden eyes, a piercing gaze that saw through my flesh and deep into my mind and soul. She is telling the truth. She worships me with not just the flesh, but with all her spirit. If you wish to please me, woman and man, I will grant your desire. Aurune the golden dragon spoke with tremendous weight and authority, but I knew he liked being a full sized dragon far too much. I grinded on him, rubbing my crotch and thighs along his shaft, causing him to let out a pleased purr.\n\nYou go gal! Show him your moves, Maria! the rogue cheered from her cage. I merely rolled my eyes, not stopping. \n\nStill though, are you not a cleric of Pelora? A holy maiden of the God of Law and Good? Surely you cannot worship a dragon as well... \n\nI looked back at the high priest, and gave a quick look to the mighty dragons eye above me. Thats true, but not entirely. Pelora is part of a Pantheon, or which many gods and goddesses I worship, of which a few are total assholes. So yes, Ive become very well acquainted with worshipping giant dicks. \n\nPlus, I have a bit of a polytheimory fetish." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "To improve performance, public-use girls' ability to orgasm is locked during work hours. Instead, all sexual pleasure is stored in a device hooked up to their nerves, making them more and more desperate to cum. Only for it all to be released all at once at the end of the day in one giant orgasm." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The term for it is \"arousal daze\". It's a state of mental confusion -- not quite unconsciousness, but far from a clear mind. Your body is essentially stuck in the few seconds of pleasure that typically comes prior to an orgasm, where you can think of pretty much nothing other than pushing yourself to climax. It's impossible to focus for more than a few seconds on anything else. You basically can't escape it -- your body starts thrusting and contracting on its own without any deliberate thought.\n\nPublic use girls know it well ever since the introduction of Orgasm Locks. They're a small wearable device that blocks orgasm for a specified amount of time. They're optional to use, but heavily incentivized - using the Orgasm Lock typically increases customer satisfaction and tipping by more than 2x. The reason is pretty simple - the body naturally relaxes a bit after an orgasm, and sexual performance declines.\n\nIt was Sara's third week as a public use girl. She had recently moved by herself to a new city, and the extra income helped pay her rent. Public use sex work wasn't the most glamorous - in her last city, she did a couple stints as an escort - but it was a lot more consistently available, and you could make just as much if you pulled in good tips. So Sara worked three days a week at a public use club, and just got her Orgasm Lock that morning.\n\n\"Hey Sara. You know how to work that thing?\"called out Ivy, the club manager. \"Just wear it like a collar. Make sure the pads make good contact with the back of your neck.\"\n\nSara struggled to clasp the collar closed. \"Let me give you a hand,\"said Ivy as she moved over and fixed Sara's collar from behind. \"Good luck with this thing. And don't worry about the 'daze. You'll get used to it.\"\n\n\"Daze?\"asked Sara.\n\n\"Arousal daze? You haven't heard of it?\"\n\n\"No...\"\n\nSara felt naive. She was 22, but was a bit of a \"late bloomer\", sexually speaking.\n\nIvy laughed. \"How many times per day have you been cumming so far?\"\n\nSara paused and thought about it. \"Probably ten or fifteen.\"She wasn't sure if that was low or high.\n\n\"OK, you'll probably start to feel it by lunchtime then. It's like, you can't think about or do anything but sex after like the fourth or fifth orgasm that gets blocked. Your body builds up too much arousal and can't release it.\"\n\nSara gulped. \"Is it...safe?\"\n\n\"Oh, yeah, it's totally harmless. But you'll definitely feel it.\"\n\nSara adjusted her top as Ivy opened the door to the club. \"Good luck,\"Ivy said with a wink and a pat on Sara's ass.\n\n\\---\n\nThe morning went well enough. A couple of blowjobs, a guy with a tiny dick who railed her from behind for like 30 minutes, and a threesome with a couple. But it was a lesbian session around 11:30 that finally pushed Sara over the \"edge\". She felt her mind start to fade into haze as a busty 35-year-old woman ate her out. The rest of the session was a complete blur. As the post-lunch crowd started to shuffle in, Sara felt herself turn into an animal. She only had occasional moments of clarity. At one point she looked back and saw two guys penetrating both her holes, at another she looked up just as an older guy released a huge load onto her face and hair.\n\nBy mid-day Sara was overwhelmed with pleasure. Whenever there was a lull in the action, she was just writhing on the floor or humping an object nearby. What was initially frustrating had instead melted into a type of bliss on its own. It was like feeling the upward rush of an orgasm starting, continuously, for hours.\n\nSara felt a dick pull out of her ass and cum on her back one last time before her collar started to buzz. Her mind flipped into brief alertness, and she knew it was time. She knelt down and braced herself, but it happened too quickly. The orgasm felt like it started in her neck and rippled through her entire body in a matter of seconds, a wave of pleasure so intense her knees gave out and she sprawled out on the floor face-down. Her arms and legs spasmed wildly as she felt a pleasure not even comparable to anything else in her life. As it reached her vagina she screamed at the top of her lungs, gasping for air as the intensity started to ramp down and her muscles began to relax. All in all it took just about town minutes.\n\nIvy walked over from the back room, looked down at Sara, and laughed. She handed her a towel and gave her a hand up. \"Now you know.\"\n\nSara didn't respond, she was still processing what had just happened.\n\n\"Hit the showers. You've got cum all over you.\"\n\n\\---\n\nOn the train home Sara checked her bank account. She made nearly $1200 in tips that day. She grinned and rubbed her neck where the Orgasm Lock was placed earlier that day, eager to go to work again tomorrow." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The rogue signaled a halt, and turned to the rest of the adventuring party. \"Careful, guys. I think we're in a dirty writing prompt now.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The rogue signaled a halt and turned to the rest of the adventuring party. \"Careful, guys. I think we're in a dirty writing prompt now.\"\n\nVars, the half-minotaur barbarian, halted. Normally, he would have scoffed at Lexias over-caution and flights of fancy but, today, something seemed different about the half-elf. The way that her tight, leather pants clung to and accentuated her shapely legs and encased her wide hips and round little booty had somehow escaped his notice before, and he was glad to take a moment to appreciate the view.\n\nLexia turned, noticing the erection tenting the Barbarians loincloth. Yeah okay yeah, we definitely are. She tucked a lock of her long, auburn hair behind one of her graceful ears, trying to look away from Vars waist, though she could already feel a light blush passing over her cheeks.\n\nWhat does that mean? Randolph asked, having never heard of such a thing during his apprenticeship as a wizard but willing to acknowledge that Lexia had seen a lot of things in her life as a freelance thief.\n\nLexia sighed. Its happened to me before, she said, It means that the laws of nature are different here.\n\nLike being in an anti magic zone? Randolph asked.\n\nSort of, she nodded, Except that its kind of like the rest of the world is in the anti-magic zone, and were in a surging-magic zone. And instead of magic, its sex.\n\nIs it dangerous? Genette, holy maiden of The Triumvirate, asked, trying to recall any history about this, but distracted by memories of having been tied up by goblins and the feelings that the memories aroused.\n\nDepends on what you mean by dangerous, Lexia said, with a shrug. If anything, its probably safer.\n\nHow do you mean? the Wizard asked, even as he felt his pixie familiar becoming uncharacteristically...handsy under his robes.\n\nThe Half-elf pulled a vial from her bag. Remember this weird, super-powerful potion that we found in the citadel of the Demon thralls? How your magic couldn't identify it? Normally, it might be some sort of super magic poison, or it might do something really horrifying or evil. Here it probably does something sexy. She said, shrugging as she eyed the glowing, pink liquid.\n\nYou should drink it! Vars boomed, enthusiastically, feeling his blood heat in ways that it hadnt before.\n\nLexia cast a side glance at him, noticing that his loincloth was bulging even more than before. I mean I probably shouldnt.\n\nThe Barbarian was intrigued by the idea of something sexy. I DARE YOU to drink it! Challenging the honor of the thief was a long shot, but some passion inside him needed to see more.\n\nLexia sighed, looking at him, and then back to the potion. Alright with the way these things work someone is going to drink this now. Frankly, I could probably make sure that its one of you guys, but Im not going to do that, so bottoms up! she said, unstopping the vial and downing it.\n\nThe half-elf was immediately overcome. The vial fell from her hands, its sturdy glass bouncing away from her. She clutched at herself and writhed in place, breathing heavily, stifling a strained moan.\n\nLexias body began to glow faintly, as if she alone were under some dim, pink light, and her bodice suddenly seemed to be growing tighter. The strings of her top were drawn tight, her breasts bulging between them like rising bread dough. Her expanding bust couldnt be stopped though, and her bodice burst open, her breasts surging larger, filling the space between her arms, as she hugged herself, nearly brought down by the strain of the transformation. Her naked breasts jiggled, as they grew, fattening and rounding to the size of large melons and then growing to the size of her head, soft, round, and heavy on her chest.\n\nThe transformation wasnt over though, actually seeming to speed up, and the light that seemed to be falling on her grew brighter, and seemed to be changing her in more subtle ways. Her face took on a sultrier, more perfected aspect, as if she had just expertly done her makeup, and her hair became glossier and silkier. Two red horns grew from beneath her hair, and a pair of wings sprouted from her back, a tail soon following suit.\n\nPanting, Lexia looked down at her huge new breasts, and then at her hands, her fingers now each tipped with a claw. Did I turn into a succubus? she asked, looking toward the party. Im guessing that because of the tits, and because Im horny as fuck.\n\nThe others nodded.\n\nWell, okay then, the half-elf, come succubus, said. Im gonna fuck Vars now. She gestured toward the barbarian with one graceful, clawed hand. You two might want to just set up camp until this blows over well...if this blows over,\n\nLexia casually stripped off her pants and tackled the barbarian to the ground, using her wings for extra force to bear him down. The rest of the party gave them a little bit of distance before setting up camp." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Roped into helping her friend test a new invention, she didn't realize that it was pills for enhancing the flavor of cum. She pretended to be more upset than she really was..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Chloe smacked her lips, pulling them from one of the cocks, with a loud pop. \"That's definitely cherry. Candy cherry, like ...Kool-Aid Cherry.\"Behind her, she heard Anthony jot down notes, as she pulled the cock back towards her, running her tongue around the head, and pressing it against the bottom length of the shaft, to tease out any last drops.\n\nAs she slurped up a few drops more, she murmured, \"s'good. Flavour's good,\"and let go of the thick dick, just as it was beginning to relax.\n\n\"Alright,\"Anthony sighed. \"So, first one, still unknown, but you thought pineapple, right? Then grape, and this was cherry?\"\n\n\"Yup yup,\"Chloe answered. \"I'd love to try that first one again. It was good. \n...the taste I mean,\"sge giggled, reaching up and adjusting her blindfold.\n\n\"You know, they were, uhm, expecting to provide samples, uh, privately ...\"\n\nChloe shook her head. \"Anthony, please. We've been over this. Nobody drinks it cold. If I'm going to evaluate it fairly, it has to be fresh.\"She squirmed inplace, trying not to reach between her thighs, despite the gnawing ache developing there.\n\n\"I'm surprised you're not trying one,\"she murmured to her long time friend. With the blindfold over her eyes - essential to the test, Anthony claimed - she couldn't see him, but she knew exactly the shade of red her comment would ma kn e him turn. \"Maybe next time. My favourite is strawberry,\"she added, suggetively, as she ran her hand along her thigh.\n\n\"Was there another sample for me to try...?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Youve been hypnotized by your roommate to do more and more chores for them. One night while adding more commands, they stub their toe and yell fuck me!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Martin opened the door as quietly as he could, pushing just firmly enough to make sure the hinges wouldnt squeak. Not like the night before last. His sock covered feet were nearly silent against the carpeted floor as he approached the unconscious form of his roommate, asleep on her bed. \n\nMacy? He whispered, his voice trembling. If she woke up again, his whole scheme would be uncovered, so he was trying to cover all of his tracks. \n\nShe didnt respond. Not even a grunt of acknowledgement, instead the sounds of rhythmic breathing filled the room. He let out a sigh of relief as he worked his phone out of his pocket. He slid two earplugs in as he hit play on the phones media player. \n\nMusic that could be mistaken for yoga music began to play. The tones were soft, subtle, and ingratiated with subliminal messages. The audio worked its way into Macys subconscious mind. \n\nMacy, when I snap my fingers, you will sit upright, Martin whispered. He counted down in his head, lifted his hand and snap.\n\nThe instant his finger smacked against his palm, the blonde sat upright in the bed. Her eyes were still closed, her hands at her side. Martin smiled, satisfied that the last few weeks of conditioning had worked. \n\nMacy, you are safe. You are calm. What is your command word? \n\nChrysanthemum, Macy responded. Her voice was a dull monotone, quite contrary to her usual peppy tone. Her pajamas were twisted on her body, but her under-his-influence mind made no attempt to adjust them. \n\nGood girl, Martin smiled again. When your master uses your command word, what happens? Martin was pacing now, his fear of being caught nullified as he confirmed the girl was under his spell. \n\nWhen master says the command word, I feel the overwhelming need to clean. I will start with the laundry, then the bathroom, the kitchen, and the living room. I will not stop until Master states the command word again, she droned softly. \n\nGood girl. Now, we are going to add a few more things to your list, okay?\n\nYes, Master. \n\nOkay, first, when you hear the command word, you will have the urge to clean Martins room. He smirked, knowing he hadnt properly cleaned his room since moving in. \n\nYes, Master. \n\nAlong with that, you will have the overwhelming urge to- Fuck Me- he cried out. His toes had smashed up against the ground-support post of her bed, sending shockwaves of pain through his body. \n\nYes, Master, she responded as he dealt with the pain. \n\nFuck, the overwhelming urge to cook dinner, he finished. \n\nYes, Master. \n\nGood girl, he said through strained teeth. Now, well test out how that goes for now. When I snap my fingers, youll fall back into sleep, awaking in the morning with no memory of what just occurred. Got it?\n\nShe nodded. Martin held his hand out and snapped, her body collapsing back to the bed as abruptly as she had sat up a few minutes ago. Satisfied with his job, he stopped the audio player and limped out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind him." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The perky redhead say in the passenger seat, telling you all of the details about the car before stopping slowly. I should confess if you buy this car, itll be my first sale. And Ill do anything to get this deal done." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ed drove around the corner. The car was good, he had to admit. A nice, smooth ride, good handling, great acceleration, and not too loud.\n\n\"See what I mean? This lovely car handles like a dream.\"The saleswoman, Angie said.\n\n\"Yeah, it sure does.\"Ed replied.\n\n\"And it's got loads of extra features. Satellite radio, leather interior. All the bells and whistles you could ever want.\"\n\n\"Yeah, it's good. Really good. But, well, I have a lot more looking to do, you know? Buying a car is a big deal. I want to make sure I get the best one, you know?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes. I completely understand. A car is an investment that'll last years. And this one will definitely last at least a decade. More if you care for it properly. Look, how about you pull over in that lot and we can talk more while you're not distracted by the road.\"\n\n\"Yeah, sure.\"\n\nOf course, that would lead to a slew of other distractions. Namely, Angie and her super model beauty and the very sizable tent in the chest area of her suit jacket. Add to that her mane of firy red hair, and she was dangerously good looking. The only reason he had stopped looking at her was that he had to focus on the road.\n\nHe pulled the car over in a mostly empty lot. There were no people around and only a handful of cars. It would not have been his first choice, but it was there.\n\n\"Not the best place to discuss business, is it?\"He said.\n\n\"Oh, no, it's perfect.\"She closed her vivid green eyes a bit and leaned back in her seat. \"Do you know how long I've been doing this job?\"\n\n\"No?\"\n\n\"One month. Not long, I know. In fact, today is my first official day in the sales floor. This will be my first sale.\"She opened her eyes and looked at him. \"And I very much want this sale. I have to show the bosses that I can do this job. Plus, I need the commission. As such, I'm willing to do anything to get this sale.\"\n\nThe sudden change in tone was jarring. She looked determined though, and it was clear she was not lying.\n\n\"Anything? What, uh, what counts as anything?\"\n\n\"Anything you can think of.\"She leaned forward a little bit. Her suit was fully buttoned, but he got the point all the same.\n\nHe knew he should not take advantage of the offer. He should be a gentleman and refuse. But she was just way too hot to ignore. But he could at least start small.\n\n\"So, uh, if I asked for a kiss?\"\n\nShe leaned over, pressed her chest against him and kissed him deeply. Her tongue slid into his mouth and danced around his, sending shivers down his spine. Okay, so she was serious. Very serious.\n\n\"Can, uh, can I see your tits?\"\n\nShe smirked and took her jacket off. Her shirt followed, revealing a lacy white bra that was filled to the brim. A bra that was soon removed. Her massive breasts were awe inspiring to behold.\n\n\"Mm, you like them?\"Angie purred. \"Do you like my huge tits?\"\n\n\"Yeah. Yeah, I do.\"\n\n\"Do you want them wrapped around your cock?\"\n\n\"Among other places yes.\"\n\nShe slid over the seat and pressed her divine rack onto his face. They were spectacular. Soft, yet with a firmness that allowed them to remain perky even with their size. He rolled the seat back as she slowly lowered herself down his torso. She displayed impressive flexibility as she contorted herself to fit in the small space while keeping her chest against him. \n\nWhen she got to his crotch, she expertly pulled open his pants, freeing his manhood. She sucked in a breath as she saw his length. A wide grin crossed her face as she lowered her chest down.\n\nEd gasped as she pressed against him. Her large breasts slid along his length slowly, sending him to heaven inch by inch. She moved slowly, methodically. But each pump grew a little faster. He groaned in pleasure as she slowly ramped up her speed. \n\nShe did not just move up and down though. She twisted and turned, sending a myriad of pleasurable feelings surging through him. She shifted each breast indipendently of the other, and alternated with them moving at once. \n\n\"Having fun?\"She said as he writhed and groaned in his seat. \"Good. Because I am too. I love using my huge tits like this. Especially with a guy as hung as you. There's nothing quite like it.\"\n\nShe moved more and more, grinning like a maniac. That is, until it became too much for him to handle. His senses were overwhelmed by her, and he erupted onto her face and chest. She cooed and laughed as she licked his seed off of her.\n\n\"Mmm, that was fun.\"She said.\n\n\"Uh huh.\"\n\nShe rose up and sat on his lap. She shifted her wide hips slightly, pressing her firm, round rear end into him. She hooked her hands into her skirt, and lifted herself just enough to slide it down.\n\n\"Care for a different kind of sales pitch?\"\n\nEd felt a surge of renewed energy as her panties came off. He took a deep breath and lifted her high enough to impale her in his spear. She squealed in delight as her tight, wet walls closed in on him.\n\nBoth of them began to move. Her hips shifted wildly and he could see her breasts swaying, even from behind. He began pumping, using everything he had to remain calm. She screamed in joy even as she assaulted his mind with pure ecstasy. \n\nIt was nearly impossible to hang on for more than a few seconds against the incredible feeling of joy. She filled him to the brim within seconds, and left him begging for more. Both of their cries filled the car, and caused it to shake slightly. She moved faster and freer, making him wonder if he would make it.\n\nSuddenly, she froze. Her back arched and her eyes rolled into her head. Her brilliant hair filled his view and he could feel her juices flow freely down his thigh. She slid off him quickly, before he could finish himself. Her plump lips closed around his head, just in time for his seed to burst forth. She swallowed every drop, not letting a single one hit the upholstery.\n\nThen they both collapsed, breathing heavily, with smiles on their faces. After several blissful minutes, Angie broke the silence.\n\n\"So? About the car.\"\n\nHalf an hour later, Ed walked out of the dealership with a contract for a new car, and the phone number of a very sexy redhead." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Our protagonist has discovered a device that allows them view their own 'skill tree' and control their attributes like stats in a video game. The only drawback is the available adjustments are all sexual in nature." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Ummm, fair warning: this is gonna be my first actual, like, erotic writing submission ever. Hope it's up to snuff :3\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nI wanted to win. No. I needed to. At any and all cost...\n\nRegionals were coming up. By multiple semesters of blood, sweat, and tears, I'd at long last managed to climb the ranks of my squad, clinching the prestigious role of varsity girls' soccer co-captain after Samantha graduated and finally left the team.\n\nIt was the honor of my life, what I've been working towards since freshman year. Everyone knew my daily schedule since coming to UC Berkeley consisted of nothing but studying, speech and debate, organizing on-campus feminist gatherings, rigorous gyming, and high intensity soccer practice. This moment was long overdue.\n\nThe way to the top isn't by standing still: it's by getting after it. Each and every day.\n\nAll those early morning speed drills, pressing myself to be ever more lithe and agile. Thicc, sculpted thighs, exposed to the cool dawn air, matted in a light sheen of sweat. Pumped to exertion, white sneaks padding against the grass back, and forth, back, and forth.\n\nAfternoons spent going over strategy schematics. Nibbling on the end of a ballpoint pen, plump, parting lips, absentmindedly massaging its tip as I perfected our girls' upcoming operations. Pillowy, DD college cleavage, almost spilling out of my half cut Thrasher hoodie, flat, washboard midriff bared as I deliberated endlessly.\n\nHella late nights alone, squatting deep and heavy, breathing hard. Taut blonde ponytail, left dancing behind me as I juiced these big, round, combative Insta glutes to their athletic dumptruck limit. Making sure my posterior chain would be up for the job, the bounding, undulating, grueling task at hand.\n\nBut even so. I'd still take any advantage I could get. Which is why, when a mysterious package arrived at my dorm room door, with a note that simply read: \"For Charli Felicity Larsen, age: 20 yrs, height: 5'8\", year: third, school: UCB\\~ treat with caution, get the edge\", I just had to bring it inside...and open the damn box immediately!\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\n\"Wtf is this thing?\"I purred to myself, low key scratching my head, examining the remote (courtesy of this mysterious package) in my grasp. It was a simple enough looking controller, couple dials, etc. On the back of the device, it just said: \"Adapt your physicality for the situation at hand, be your best self\"...weird.\n\nHonestly, I was about to toss it out, get back to my dissertation on Elizabeth Cady Stanton & Susan B. Anthony's profound impact on national women's political organization...but at the very last minute, curiosity struck, and I randomly decided to turn one of the knobs labelled 'backdoor sensitivity' from 0...to 10!!\n\nNeedless to say...the effect was instantaneous!\n\n\"Unnnnghhh, fuckkkk!! M-my...my asshole!!!\" I moaned, throwing my head back, thick blonde braid, slapping against my defined, slinky spine ferociously. Usually piercing, intimidating sapphire eyes, now practically rolled into the back of my head, tongue lolling out of my mouth in pure, dumbass porno fashion. Gasping involuntarily, (secretly silver barbell pierced) nipples, peaking submissively beneath the thin material of my designer athleisure hoodie. Normally powerful, assured thighs, shaking weakly as I rapidly collapsed onto my hands and knees, doggystyle!\n\nI couldn't help myself, honest. I humped the air. Twerked my phat, muscled, GymShark spandex shorts clad rump roast up high like an absolute bitch in heat. I may have been a respected academic, a D1 tier student athlete, a mighty, untouchable upperclassman feminist...but somehow, I couldn't resist this...this...primal impulse to bounce my needy zoomer ass meat!\n\n\"mmmm...unnnghh...why is my...why is my tight, s-stupid butthole feeling so...so...hot...p-puckering...oh I need it...\" I grunted, slamming my fist against the carpeted floor of my dorm room living room, biting my plush bottom lip, \"ohhh...I...I need to f-fuck!! I...god I need...COCK!!\"\n\n...\n\nAnd wouldn't you know it. Just my luck. In this profound moment of embarrassing af weakness, never before experienced by yours truly...someone just happened to step out of our apartment bathroom. Fresh from the shower: my roommate Ashley's dorky, and okay...hot-ish (in a lost, preppy sort of way) math tutor, Dylan. Guess he must've gotten lucky last night, although I personally would've never given him the time of day before. Too busy kicking balls \n\nHe steps out, tall and lean...only in a towel. Wide eyed, slack jawed staring down at me...the usually proud, elite blonde HBIC. On all fours. Face down, ass up. Throwing my, like, inviting, clapping, lycra ass huggers appareled buttocks straight in his direction.\n\nHis towel drops. His rigid, steely ass clenches. God. He's buck naked. Virile. Smirking...\n\n...and hung.\n\nAnd all I can groan, humiliatingly enough, is one, simple word.\n\n\"...p-please...\"\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nhope this wasn't a total waste to read hehe, def let me know what you think guys xx" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "An all-girls school hires a cute young man for a very special, secret job: help the girls get some relief so they can focus on their studies, teachers included." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Oh god. Yes Youre so fucking good at that. Jeanine sat on the edge of her desk, her professional pencil skirt lifted high around her waist. Her fingers worked deeper into the head of soft brown hair between her thighs, holding onto Oli, the new maintenance man, for dear life. Oli was in his element, tongue lashing the beautiful snatch before him as he held her legs open for better access. She was sopping wet, his stubble soaked in her juices, and he continued to drink from her splendor as he made her beg for more.\r \n\r \nOli had been working at the Monroe Preparatory School for Girls for three months now. He couldnt have asked for a better job.\r \n\r \nOli started moving his tongue at triple speed on her clit, loving the way she twitched and throbbed in his grasp. Jeanine, who normally served as the buttoned up Econ Professor Ms. Kelvin, was a sight to behold when he satisfied her. Her top was unbuttoned for her heaving chest, her coffee brown hair was in her face, and those damned lacy panties were dangling off her ankle. Last week she said taking them off was a waste of time. Truly, he just loved to see her that unhinged. \r \n\r \nF-f-fingers! she stuttered, her climax-riddled brain past word comprehension. Oli knew what those whimpers meant: Im going to come again, please fuck me with those fingers. So, like a good employee, he rested a leg on his shoulder, and two fingers slid into her swollen pussy. She gasped, hips bucking as he moved at a menacing pace. With his tongue assaulting her button as the fingers stroked at her deepest recesses, Jeanine grabbed the desk, and with every muscle releasing, she screamed a cry of pure pleasure. Oh fuuuuuuck!\r \n\r \nAs Jeanines body unraveled in his arms, Oli lapped at the fresh cum on her folds and thighs, earning well deserved shutters and spasms. They didnt even have to pay him at this point; getting to pleasure women like this was all he needed and more. He pulled out his fingers, looking at the glistening, sticky goodness between them before licking them clean too. Im always amazed how great you taste Jeanine, he praised her.\r \n\r \nJeanine collected herself as Oli pulled away, redressing herself and pulling her hair back into a bun. Thank you, my dear, she said with a woozy smile. Thanks to you I can focus on grading these papers.\r \n\r \nOli pulled his work shirt back on, fixing his messy hair. Glad I could be of service. And if you need my direct line, you know my extension.\r \n\r \nAs Jeanine, now Ms. Kelvin again, sat at her desk, a knock came at her door. Come in!\r \n\r \nA student, Michelle, poked her head in, already making her request, Ms. Kelvin, I was wondering if you could help me with this homewo Michelle stopped as her eyes met Oli, an immediate hunger clouding her gaze. Oh. Hiiiii, Oli, she purred.\r \n\r \nOli waved back, Hi, Michelle. He picked up his tool box, getting ready to head out the door, Im just finishing up here. Ill get out of you ladies hair.\r \n\r \nAs Oli tried to make his exit, Michelle stopped him, placing a purposeful hand on his broad, rippled chest. Actually, maybe you could help me. Im struggling to focus on this assignment. Her delicate fingers traipsed up his shoulder, fixing a loose piece of his hair. She looked up at him as she bit her plump lower lip, holding herself back from pouncing on him there. Think you could come help me with the maintenance issue distracting me?\r \n\r \nFlashes of Michelles last maintenance issue ran through his mind. Her face in the pillow. Her juicy ass in the air. His cock buried deep in the direction of her screams. He felt his already hard cock twitch in excitement. Let me see what I can do, he grinned.\r \n\r \nHe was never leaving this gig." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "After she was bitten by a werewolf, she spent the month preparing for the inevitable transformation. She was unprepared for the revelation that she would be a male werewolf" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sarah held the roaring tool as it splashed sparks across the floor while she finished cleaning up the last weld. She set it down and grabbed the bar giving it a good heft.\r \nI think were good.\r \nWere-good for were-wolf? asked Chloe with a little giggle behind her.\r \nSarah cringed at the joke but the little laugh she gave made it instantly all better. She fell back into a sit, eyeing the 10ft by 10ft cage mounted into the wall. Chloe walked past, her little skirt a little too short to hide her underwear as she stood over Sarah. A tiny little black thing that hugged her arse and conformed to her little mound. Sarah took a deep breath then quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks blush when Chloe caught her, a little smirk on her lips and wiggle in her hips.\r \nFuck, why couldnt she be gay, or bi at least. The cute distraction flicked out of view and Sarah checked her watch. It was still early but there was no reason to not play it safe on her first time. She picked up the little flimsy cheap table and carried it into the cage with her. Snacks lining the top, Chloe passed a folded chair through the bars. Little cheap thing. Like two little goats given in offering to a t-rex, the flimsy plastic furniture wouldnt make it the night.\r \nSarah sat down on the little plastic chair while Chloe locked the cage.\r \nYou think this will hold? she asked.\r \nSarah nodded to the bars, the square pipe they were welded to in the floor. She gave them a firm heft with her arms and they didnt so much as budge.\r \nI can bench 135. Even if I doubled in strength I would still be a few pounds below the threshold.\r \nWhat if its more than double? asked Chloe.\r \nGoogle says, it doesnt go over double so were fine.\r \nCool! Im staying then.\r \nYou are?\r \nWhen do you get to see a fucking werewolf? I mean besides youtube. Huh, I should film this.\r \nSarah watched youtube videos curated by Chloe, she tapped away on her phone and threw random things to the TV. It was pretty distracting which was good but as the shadows lengthened, the sun turned gold and finally started to vanish. Not even cats failing to cat was enough to keep her attention.\r \nShe felt like she was listening to someone describe nits, or spiders crawling over your skin, every little itch or tingle seemed to scream and demand a scratch. Nothing had changed but she was hyper focused on her body, expecting to suddenly shroud 6 extra nipples.\r \nNeed a distraction? asked Chloe.\r \nPlease. said Sarah, looking up from her hand to see Chloes perfect tits on display. A blushing grin on her lips before she quickly snapped her top back down.\r \nI think I need more distraction. said Sarah with a smirk.\r \nChloe sat down on the arm of the couch, her fingers toying with the edge of her top, she brought it up slowly, pulling the fabric taut over her breasts and squeezing them together, slowly raising the edge. Honestly getting bitten by a wolf had been turning out pretty great so far. Chloes little pink nipples flicked out of the shirt. Pressed together between her arms and given a little experimental shake.\r \nShould you be naked? asked Chloe.\r \nHrm?\r \nYou like that singlet.\r \nShit yeah I- Sarah started, she felt a fresh tingle and glanced in its direction to see the moon. It was full and white, huge and dominating the sky. It was a second sunrise, casting shadows contrasted against stark white. It was blindly bright and terrifyingly large. Like a wrecking ball hanging just above her head, ready to crash into her. Her breathing was shallow and fast, her heart racing to catch up.\r \nShe wanted to scream, a giddy rising need bubbling up inside her to just let loose and see how loud she could push her voice. To boom it out and hear it echo off the mountains.\r \nSarah roared, her lungs exploding out a harsh scream that grew and eased down to a single held note. Her eyes fell closed, feeling all the need drain away as she held that chord as long as she could.\r \nHoly shit that was awesome! cried a little voice beside her.\r \nShe turned, surprised to see the room looked so small, the bars were only a few inches above her head. Her hands were black, arms thick and roped with lean muscle and fur. She should have brought in her weight bench, she felt like she could punch through a bus. She closed her fists tight, feeling the post workout buzz of muscles that felt like they could do anything. \r \nYoure huge! Are you the understand kind of wolf or the feral type? asked Chloe.\r \nSarah glared down at the little cheese platter. Cheese? Fuck cheese! Fuck being a vegetarian, she wanted something that had actual fucking taste. The table shattered into little flecks of plastic, forced through the bars with one heavy swipe. It felt good to use her new found strength.\r \nShe looked down at Chloe, still resting on the arm of the couch, she was so short, barely a scrap of clothing on her. She would fucking destroy that pussy.\r \nThe bars stood firm and she knew she couldnt break them but she was curious. Her old self had no hope against them because that bitch was weak still, she thought Sarah couldnt break these bars. She rose to the challenge set by her old self and gripped them firm, she ramped up her strength, slow at first, feeling muscles snap into place and add their strength. Her hands strained, from her back she felt only bliss as she ramped up toward her limit. There was a terrible whine and the bars eased apart. She was stronger than Sarah thought. Challenge, met and overcame. \r \nShe wrenched the bars apart and pushed on the next, easing her shoulders through the gap and stepping out into the lounge. Her hands glided through the plasterboard of the ceiling as she walked, the walls becoming only a polite suggestion rather than actual barriers. She could probably just run through any of the walls.\r \nChloe looked up at her from the couch, eyes wide, not a sound. She was impressed too, Sarah could tell. Chloe was all deer in the headlights at her new physique. She wished the little rabbit would run, then she could chase and run her down.\r \nSarah? she said.\r \nSarah stood over her, a hand coming down to rest in the small of Chloes back, it eased up her skin, catching on her top. It was a tiny little thing, you couldnt really call it protection or clothing. It came off easily enough, Chloes arms pulled upward and snapping back down to cover herself as the shirt was tossed aside.\r \nHer hands rested on the gorgeous little girl's hips, easing down to her skirt and the size-too-small underwear she liked to tease Sarah with.\r \nChloes eyes snapped down to Sarah's waist and her cheeks suddenly flushed a bright red.\r \nOh, you dont want to eat me. And youre not a wif-wolf Sarah Simon? she said suddenly, a playful smirk on her lips." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Is it ethical to use magic to secretly make your boyfriends balls completely filled to the brim so he get you to have sex and blow him constantly? No. Is his cum the most delicious thing you've ever tasted? Yes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As Amara sat beside Max on the couch, she could feel the magic coursing through her veins. She had been practicing the art of witchcraft since childhood and had honed her skills to near-perfection over the years. Her secret power gave her control over every aspect of life, including how much pleasure Max experienced.\n\nAs Max began caressing her thigh with his strong hand, Amara focused on her magic, silently conjuring up a spell that would make his balls fill to the brim with cum. She knew exactly what she was doing and revelled in the sense of power it brought her.\n\nFeeling the weight of his swollen balls against her thigh, Max moaned and leaned in for a kiss. Amara responded eagerly, feeling a flush of desire wash over her as she tasted him deeply. She couldn't help but smile to herself, knowing the effect that her magic was having on him.\n\nAs their kiss deepened, Max's hands roamed over Amara's body, caressing every curve and dip. She moaned softly into his mouth, feeling herself grow wet with desire. Max pulled away from their kiss and looked deep into her eyes.\n\n\"God, I want you,\"he whispered huskily.\n\nAmara smiled seductively and leaned in to whisper in his ear. \"Then take what you want.\"\n\nMax needed no further encouragement as he pulled Amara onto his lap and hungrily kissed her neck. His hands roamed over her body, finding their way under her shirt and bra to cup her breasts through the lace fabric.\n\nAmara moaned loudly as Max pinched her nipples, feeling an electric thrill shoot through her body. With a wicked grin on her face, she reached down and felt Max's throbbing cock through his jeans.\n\nFeeling the fullness of his balls against her hand only heightened Amara's desire. She wanted him more than anything right now.\n\nMax moaned loudly as Amara began stroking him through his pants, sensing that he was close to cumming from the sheer intensity of their sexual tension.\n\nWithout warning, Amara slid off Max's lap and onto the floor in front of him. Max watched as she unzipped his jeans and pulled out his throbbing cock, taking it into her mouth eagerly.\n\nAs she sucked hungrily on him, Max moaned and gripped the arm of the couch tightly. He had never felt such intense pleasure before in his life.\n\nAmara continued to suck him hungrily until Max could no longer hold back any longer. With a loud groan, he came hard in her mouth, filling it with his hot cum.\n\nAmara swallowed greedily, relishing the taste of him as she licked him clean. The power of magic had never tasted so sweet." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A petite 4'11 tall girl has just been accepted to the college basketball male team. Her official title is Assistant Coach but in practice she's just the locker room cumdump. The team just lost against their rivals and frustration is at an all time high." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "(Edit: Decided to write more, so this is more of a prologue)\n\nAh...fuck...Dukwon...great job on those rebounds today. That was...shit oh my god...around double of the previous game. Toki struggled to remember the stats on the previous games while the large black man towered over her and relentlessly pounded her petite asian pussy. She was laying on her back on the locker room bench, legs folded all the way back by her head. Dukwon just kept on going like a machine, pumping his massive rod of dark meat deep into her, stretching the poor girl out as her pussy gushed her juices all over his cock.\n\nToki felt her glasses slip down a bit from the sweat that was beginning to gather on her body. She pushed the rim back to her nose and tried to regain her composure as she addressed the large team of black men in front of her. Good job today everyone! We were only a few points down the entire game. Just a bit more and we can beat those tigers the next...ugggh fuuuuuuck! Her speech got interrupted as Dukwon unceremoniously started to empty his large swollen balls inside her, keeping his cock inside so his thick baby batter had nowhere to go but deep inside her eager young womb. Toki started to shudder despite herself, and her pussy tightened, signaling the start of a full-body shaking orgasm. Even after the giant cock pulled out of her pussy, she continued to shake.\n\nThat was only the first cock that had been in her so far. Tokis eyes finally focused again after her orgasm, just in time to see Tonys cock slide past her plump little pussy lips, fitting in there quite naturally despite the absurd size difference. All her statistics and bits of post-game advice were quickly forgotten as she had nothing to do but let this muscular stud use her to vent his frustrations.\n\nWhen she had accepted the role of assistant coach, she had been so excited to finally use her extensive knowledge of the sport to help the team get to the top. She still spent every night looking through the replay of the game, trying to find every way her team could improve. \n\nIt turned out, she had found a far better way to improve the performance of her players. By having a nice warm hole to use after every practice, after every game, the players were able to stay more focused, and they had done better this season than any other in the past. Toki let herself relax and settled in for another long night of servicing her favorite group of men. The second virile bull emptied his load deep inside her, and the young asian woman breathed a sigh of contentment. As Toki rubbed her warm, cream-filled belly, she realized she had a pretty good idea why the last assistant coach had gone on maternity leave." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A bunch of virgins are about to be sacrificed to a god. They are all kept in the same cell and decide to have a massive orgy so that they won't be virgins and then they can't be sacrificed anymore." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The high priestess looked down at the impending doom upon the virgin sacrifices. From each village, the were to produce one virgin male and female of age to be sacrificed. Afraid of the power of these strange and powerful entities, the villages relented, much to the dismay of the ones chosen. While some struggled, an unknown force seemed to compel the elders, the hunters, the fishers, and indeed every one of those past the age. This was their doom. Soon the rites of the ceremony would start and all the priestess had to do was watch and wait for her god's ritual.\n\n And then it began with a scent upon the nose: like fire in water and earth, the sky became raft with a dizzying sensation, and the \"cleverest\"ones rushed into frenzy, stripping their clothes and beholding the opposites in front of them. Curious how they didn't question the lack of bindings, but only the metal and wheels that prevented them from leaving. A wet member was being pulled from one mouth and shoved into another. Women and men were even pairing up with other women and men respectively, for the gods have no limits.\n\nAfter immense heat, the priestess walked to the edge of the cage's gate and saw one of the women freshly finished, bleeding, but looking proudly in her youth.\n\n\"There! You are defeated. We cannot be sacrificed for we are know longer virgins, of age or not.\"\n\n\"Oh dear. How could I have miscalculated,\"the priestess said with a grin, but in her mind, the sacrifice had already made. Their virginities sacrificed to a lustful god. \"Very well. Return to your homes, and speak to your elders as one. But know and rue the day I return.\"\n\nFrom a balcony later that night, she watched them slowly realize what had happened. This was more than mere sacrifice. They killed their childish selves and became women and men. \n\nAnd those who needed to speak to the elders were told the same thing, and the feasts there forth with celebrated Derketo, the God of Lust." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Touchy tentacle vines follow you, pitcher plants drip with moisture as you walk by. It seems that the deeper you travel into the forest, the more...lively the flora becomes." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The locals had warned her it wasn't safe for a woman to travel alone into the jungle, but Indira knew that running into anyone this deep into the dense vegetation was next to impossible and she could move far faster and more silently without whatever clumsy, inexperienced escorts could be hired in the backwater villages around here.\n\nShe glared suspiciously at a tall, phallic patch of mushrooms that seemed to bend towards her as she passed, resisting the urge to hack the tops off their suggestive cones with her machete. She knew better than to slice at anything she didn't need to. This entire forest had been the testing ground for some sick-minded mage in times long passed and it had since become integral to the local folklore. However much the villagers might have exaggerated the danger in their minds, it was best to be careful.\n\nShe took the path of least resistance, wedging her athletic body between two waxy tree trunks to pass over a ten-foot patch of forest floor where there were only a few ferns to trod over. She crept forward, sweat forming on the light brown skin of her bare thighs in the humid environment, her tight shorts wrinkling and flexing with each careful step.\n\nNot careful enough, it seemed as she went to take her first step through the ferns of the mini clearing and went tumbling forward, head first, her sandled foot finding air where it had expected solid, if spongy ground.\n\nShe plummeted a short distance before she found herself splashing and thrashing around on her back in knee-deep, foul smelling liquid, her fall broken by soft plant tissue. She struggled to her feet, dripping wet. It seemed the fern leaves which looked like they crept along the ground had actually hidden a pit, perhaps feeding off the fumes released by the nasty solution she had landed in. Her head was level with the ground she had just been walking on and she had to duck to keep the plants out of her eyes. Looking around, she understood. The pit was the belly of a larger type of pitcher plant like the ones she'd seen before. The solution, nasty as it was, probably wasn't dangerous, only strong enough to dissolve the various insects floating on the surface around her and the odd drowned rodent. \"Uck. Grossgrossgross!\"She flung her pack up over the edge and began hauling herself up. She'd been lucky this time but she had to watch out. Who knows what other freaks of nature had been created and bred here? She'd never seen a flytrap this big but she couldn't think what possible purpose it would have served. The mild acid made her skin tingle slightly as she dragged herself over the lip of the hole. She frowned as she felt the damp soil and slick plant matter rubbing against her raw nipples. \"What the fuck?\"Even soaking wet she shouldn't be able to feel every stray blade of grass as she hauled herself face down back onto solid ground. It was like she was wearing nothing at all. As she sat up and got to her feet she looked down. \"Son of a-\"Her sweaty, slightly grimy brown skin was fully on display. She watched as the last remnants of her tight, faded green shorts disintegrated away, leaving her bare assed in the middle of the forest. Some final scraps of her already thin crop top fell away to dissolve among the plants. Her sandals were already gone.\n\n\"Fuck's sake.\"She quickly confirmed that her pack was intact. Whether because of how she landed or the sturdy material, it remained untouched. She stood, unashamed, legs a shoulder's width apart and wrung out her black hair. If anyone had been there to see, they would have been forgiven for thinking the fit, sour-looking woman they had happened upon was a wood-nymph or tree spirit. She groaned and shouted a few more expletives to the uncaring canopy. She could fashion a skirt or a simple dress out of the blankets in her bag for the trip back but for now she'd go without. It would get caught on everything and she had no desire to lose them to a second pit. She was fine going barefoot too. You didn't get to her level as an explorer and pathfinder if the odd thorn in your foot stopped you in your tracks.\n\nShe bent over to collect her bag, flaunting her tight ass. As she did, she noticed she'd tossed it to another patch of those highly suggestive mushrooms. She realised this just as the phallic cones sent out a burst of spores which she unwittingly inhaled a lungful of. She leapt back, coughing and spluttering. This place was terrible.\n\nThen she began to feel the effects. As she breathed deeply to clear her airways she felt her heartbeat rocket unnaturally. Her cheeks flushed as a result and every hair on her well-exercised body stood on end. Could she feel the flattened plants beneath her feet more acutely than before? Why wasn't her breathing slowing? Why did her legs feel so...\n\nHer knees gave out beneath her and her heightened sensitivity told her the exact position of ever blade of grass that pricked her bare skin as she fell. Her muscles tensed as she quivered and shook, rolling around on the forest floor. This was bad.\n\nSomething slithered towards her. She hoped to heaven and hell it wasn't a snake, in her state Indira didn't stand a chance and one bite would be all it would take, assuming that the spores hadn't already done her in.\n\nIt wasn't a snake. A fibrous vine wrapped itself around her strong calf and ankle. This sensation alone sent her drugged body into another quivering fit and now more than sweat trickled down her thigh. She couldn't ever remember being stimulated like this. Her honed survival instincts told her she had to get up and get out of there but as the effects got stronger her judgement was clouded and different instincts kicked in.\n\nShe was dragged slowly across the ground as the tendril retracted, tugging first on her ankle, then her whole leg and then pulling her entire trembling form. The grass, dead leaves and ferns scraped across her skin like a comb across a severe sunburn and she arched her back in ecstasy as she felt some familiar leaves. This time, she went feet-first into the pit, sliding into it like a warm bath. The gentle fizz of the acid on her smooth skin was all encompassing to the erotic adventurer. More vines reached for her now she was accessible within the bowl of the plant. She screamed out in pleasure as they wrapped around her limbs and waist, restricting her movements. She strained against them, due to mindless thrashing rather than any wish to leave this heaven.\n\nThe rounded tip of a vine probed her under the surface of the pool and she orgasmed loudly, not bothering to restrain her voice. She tried to reach for the vine and force it in but her arms were roped down by the vines and the friction from her struggle sent her shaking again and she fell back, panting. The vine wormed it's way in and the explorer squealed girlishly. Completely at the mercy of the flora of this place, she screamed in pleasure until another vine came to fill her throat. She accepted it greedily, and now the only noises were the gentle splashes of her twisting and writhing in her pleasure pit as another vine found her asshole and she was filled. Every muscle in her body was cramping from the exertion of her constant cumming but she was barely even aware of it.\n\nAbove her, at the edge of the pit, a middle aged, dark skinned man looked down at the muscled woman's blind, toe curling ecstasy. He leaned on a short, heavy spear and sighed. He'd been right to follow her trail. he produced a knife and clambered down to cut her loose, smacking away a curious vine. He'd heard her cries and known immediately what had become of her. \"Is this what the Raj's best explorer is capable of? Hmm?\"He asked sarcastically as he pulled a slick vine out of her throat. He kept pulling. \"Wow, that's in deep, huh?\"She was completely oblivious to him. He heaved the naked, soaking wet woman onto his shoulder and removed himself from the pit, kicking the vines that sought to retain their female prize.\n\nHe set her down away from the mushrooms that lay under her pack. She stared up at him through bleary, wild eyes. \"Please.\"She spluttered. \"I need- I need you to fuck me.\"She begged fervently. He rolled his eyes. \"I'm taking you home, girl. You come back tomorrow.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "I am the Succubus of the lamp! Long story...You still get three wishes though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As the thick purplish-pink smoke filled the room Sarah stared at the antique lamp in her hands with wide eyes. It wasn't one of those old oil lamps like everyone seemed to think of when it came to genies...wait...Succubus? Sarah glanced up and saw the female form floating about a foot above the floor. It was definitely a woman, unmistakably so, and she watched with amazement as the smoke cleared from around the woman's lithe form.\n\nThe succubus was mostly nude, the smoke somehow clinging to her breasts and crotch in a seductive and teasing manner. Sarah started at the tips of her beautiful feet, they were gorgeous with black nail polish on delicate blue-skinned skinned toes. From the creature's heels, large black spurs protruded six inches in length or longer, giving her unnatural high heels on her bare feet. Her body continued up into shapely and sexy legs with nice wide hips that would probably stroke the male mind to think of breeding. Her wide hips shrank to a tiny waist that led to a sexy flat stomach. Sarah's eyes continued up to a truly spectacular looking pair of natural-seeming breasts. The blue-tinged cleavage was exposed by the swirling smoke and seemed so full and soft that even Sarah looked at it with lust.\n\n\"Ah-hem?\"The succubus' husky, sultry voice drew Sarah's attention up. The succubus crossed her slender arms across her generous chest pushing it up and making the cleavage even more pronounced. Still, Sarah was captivated by the woman's amazing face, she was more beautiful than any woman Sarah had even seen let alone met. All of that was framed by dark blue hair and a pair of delicate curling horns that framed her face. distractedly Sarah noticed the small blue and black wings that jutted from the creature's back almost as an afterthought.\n\nSarah glanced down at the lava lamp in her hands. She had to be hallucinating, acid left on this old piece of junk? Why was she dreaming up a slutty sexy succubus? And why when she had never been interested in women ever before was she feeling so warm and needy between her thighs?\n\n\"Hey! Are you even awake? Don't faint on me.\"The succubus huffed. \"The last guy did before he could even make his first wish. Had to wait two hours for him to wake up.\"\n\n\"Umm...W-who are you?\"Sarah finally mannered to stammer out as she stared at the woman.\n\n\"I'm Nadjettia-vasefferous-jerothoth,\"The succubus said matter of factly. \"Or at least that's as close as you can get in a human tongue. But honestly most people just settle on Nadia. And before you ask NO I'm not a djinn, genie, or whatever else you have in mind. I am a succubus a female sex demon, but I still can give you the wishes this contract requires.\"\n\n\"Umm...a d-demon?\"Sarah's eyes widened. \"Are you here to...\"\n\n\"Take your soul to hell or devour it?\"Nadia snorted and then laughed. \"No. I feed on sexual desires, the stronger and more depraved the better. So if you could make your wishes sexy it would help me a lot. Though most people who see me have at least one dirty wish.\"This last line was said as Nadia hovered close to Sarah's face and could feel her sweet hot breath brush across her face. Sarah blushed her body filling with both a familiar but unexpected heat. A nearly eight-inch tongue slithered from Nadia's mouth and licked at the lobe of Sarah's right ear. She shuddered to imagine so many other things that tongue could do.\n\n\"So if I don't go to hell...can I wish for anything?\"Sarah stepped away from the succubus, there was something about her smell that was making it hard to think but Sarah thought she knew what she wanted already.\n\n\"Yep...Well pretty much.\"Nadia said with a lustful smile. \"The standard rules sort of apply. I'm a demon so you can kill someone if you want to waste a wish on that. I can't actually make someone love you, but they could lust after you like nothing else in this world. And...you still can't wish for more wishes or anything else that grants you more wishes.\"\n\nSarah suddenly noticed a long lithe tail come from behind Nadia's shapely rump. The prehensile tail idly rose and stroked the succubus' nipples before trailing down over her stomach and between her own legs. Nadia was sure it was going to take the girl some time to decide and figured she could tease her with some light masturbation, it usually encouraged a dirty wish or two.\n\n\"I already know all three!\"Sarah announced quickly. \"First wish...anyone who sees the succubus of the lamp will be filled with uncontrollable lust starting with the next person who rubs the lamp.\"\n\n\"Granted,\"Nadia said as she felt the surge of sexual energy from the mortal. That was a delicious wish. It wasn't a direct sex act, but the lust and desire of it were almost greater than any other wish she had ever granted.\n\n\"Wish two,\"Sarah continued as if she stopped voicing her wishes would make her lose her nerve. \"I wish the next person who was around the lamp would be forced to rub the lamp.\"\n\n\"Granted.\"Nadia glowed now with the sexual energy, her hunger for sex was never-ending but even through her feeding mind she felt something wrong with that wish, why was it filled with so much lust and desire, it seemed, by comparison, harmless. Still, the surge of sex and lust was making her wild.\n\n\"Last wish,\"The woman who had rubbed her lamp continued, Sarah's eyes overflowing with lust. \"I wish we would change places.\"\n\n\"Gran...ted?\"Nadia's eyes went wide and then she groaned as the energy enveloped them both. Nadia's demonic skin paled, becoming human and ordinary looking. Her heel spikes retracted and her horns withdrew. Her hair became dark brown and her tail and wings receded. She stood fully naked in the center of the room, her still large breasts heaving with the energy and strangeness of her change. She was still amazingly sexy but also very human.\n\nSarah meanwhile cried out in pleasure as her hair lengthened and became more lustrous and a deep shade of blue. The transformation continued as her body sprouted horns, tail, and wings mirroring the ones once possessed by Nadia. A surge of growth caused her breasts to swell to what could only be considered inhuman proportions, her ass and hips similarly filling out as her tummy shrank and her legs grew longer and curvier. The final thing to change was her heels as the spikes burst free giving her the permanent high heels of a succubus. Then her entire body became blue smoke and was sucked back into the lamp.\n\nNadia stood dumbfounded in the room. She had just been an immortal sex demon and now she was mortal, that woman had doomed herself to a life of trying to trick mortals into letting her feed on their sexual energy. Why would she do...Suddenly Nadia noticed the lamp at her feet and feeling an uncontrollable urge and a growing need that made her nude thighs drip with desire, she reached down and rubbed the lamp.\n\nPurplish-pink smoke again filled the room as Sarah the Succubus flowed out of the lamp announcing in a loud voice. \"I am the Succubus of the lamp! Long story...You still get three wishes though.\"\n\nNadia stared at the oversexed demoness and could only get her lust-filled mind to focus on one thing. She licked her lips and spoke the only thing on her mind right then. \"I wish I could fuck you.\"\n\n\"Granted.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "At 18 everyone is given vibrator tests to assess their social status; the most disciplined and longest-lasting move into the high ranks of elite power and pleasure, while premature ejaculators and weak-willed fall into obscurity. No one knows how long they have to last." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Carrie gripped the arm rests of her chair hard. She tried to count each heartbeat as they pounded in her ears. She wasnt sure how much time had passed, but she could feel herself getting close. \n\nHer mind swirled as she tried not to think about the pulsating vibrations continuing to pass through her body. A woman in a white lab coat sat across the room from Carrie. She tapped her foot impatiently, taking the occasional note on the clipboard in her hands. \n\nThis was it. This was the most important test of a young persons life to determine their placement in society. If she came too early, it was back to her tenement housing and her retail job. But, if she could hold on through that threshold, she would achieve a new social standing. \n\nThe drone of the vibrator was annoying at first, but Carrie quickly learned to tune it out. She hadnt trained for this, but she had heard what the test consisted of. She knew that her parents must have failed when they were her age. \n\nA moan slipped between her lips. She breathed out hard, trying to will it back inside. The exhale only lent itself to another slip. The scratch of the observers pen on the clipboard took over Carries thoughts. \n\nTime, the observer stated simply. Without a second of hesitation, the vibrator kicked up higher. Carries fingers dug into the leather of the chair, trying her hardest to offset the growing desire inside of her belly. Her nipples were hard against the rooms cool air. Without any control, her hips began to rub rhythmically against the vibrating head. \n\nNo, no, she thought to herself as the need grew more, more by the second. She could feel her body betraying her. Her core was tightening, preparing to crest that mountain and plummet over the edge. \n\nNo, she said softly. She had to push further. She couldnt doom herself to another night in those damned tenements. Carries mind went to her childhood home. She thought about hearing her parents argue about money through the walls. \n\nIf youd only lasted longer! Her father screamed. A plate shattered as her mother would cackle hysterically. \n\nOh, Im sure you were just a joy for the Observer. What did you last? 3? 4 minutes? Carrie would cover her ears and beg for the arguing to stop. They always would eventually. \n\nNot that life, not for me, she pushed herself silently. Her grip hadnt released a bit since the vibrator was placed against her. \n\nShe had to be past an hour now. That was the third speed increase. She wondered if the sensation would numb her. The Observer looked on as bored as ever. \n\nI wonder what she looks like naked, Carrie wondered internally. Her mind started peeling off the womans clothes. First the mask, then her dreary head covering. She imagined the woman standing and walking across the room towards her. \n\nTime, the woman stated again. Carrie snapped back to reality once more as the vibrations rose more than shed felt yet. Moans began to slip out. She fought hard to keep focused, recenter, anything. But she couldnt find herself again. \n\nIn her mind, the woman was on her. She was kissing every inch of Carries soft flesh. She could feel the womans fingers pinch her sensitive nipples. It was too much. \n\nShe let go. \n\nHer mouth hung opened and her hips bucked in the seat. She squealed in pleasure as her core tightened and released, sending spasms through her body. Her thighs shook violently as she rode the vibrator like a bucking stallion. \n\nA few moments passed and she collapsed down into the chair. The vibrations had stopped. Her head was still spinning as the Observer stood and approached. \n\nTest 189: complete. Subject 99.77456.VC: climax achieved. You may dress yourself and return to the waiting room, the womans voice was monotonous and dull. She stood and shut off a few machines in the corner before exiting the room." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "While standing in line to pay at your local corner shop, a [NEW DEVICE FOUND] pops up in the app that controlls your girlfriend's remote vibrator. When you activate it, the new girl working behind the counter squrims." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Honestly the trip out to the store was just a break in the lovemaking. At home Natasha was tied to our four post bed, nipple clamps on those juicy tits I loved to suck so much and her remote control vibe warming her up. I'd left it on the lowest setting but I knee I couldn't just let her simmer, there needed to be some surprise to keep her pussy wet and ready.\n\nAs I looked through the selection of snacks at the convenience store I pulled out my phone. As I pressed my finger to the sensor it unlocked, showing the \"Remote Play\"app that I had been using before I left the house. I muttered because it showed searching for device rather than the auto connect. I must have had it set to bluetooth instead of internet. I was about to change the setting when I saw the message.\n\n[NEW DEVICE FOUND]\n\nI blinked. In order to pair with a device you had to be pretty close. Looking around I saw a slightly chubby older woman, a couple of guys who could be friends...unless they were? Nah, couldn't be, could it? Other than that I didn't really see anyone else it could be. With a wicked smile I decided the easiest way to find out would be to try it. I tapped the connect button and the device synced with my phone. I pushed the slider up and selected a pulsing pattern.\n\nA sudden shocked gasp drew my attention. Turning I realized it came from the register. Sitting on a stool I saw the cashier squirm and her face began to redden with the deep crimson of a blush. Her eyes were wild and alarmed but she seemed to compose herself as the guys went to check out.\n\nI didn't remember her from before so I took a moment to study her. Medium brown hair was tied back in a neat ponytail and her dark eyes were obscured behind dark rimmed glasses. Her large breasts were hidden behind the store apron, but there was no hiding their size with anything but the most modest of clothing. Her full lips were parted slightly and her breathing seemed quick. I tapped the app again and adjusted the slider up again.\n\nThe cashier bucked, almost as if someone had jolted her crotch with an electric shock. I saw her bite her lip and imagined she was holding back a moan. She hurried through checking out the two men, who both were now studying her with interest. When she gave them their total I toyed with the settings, rapidly raising and lowering the speed causing her voice to stutter and break as an involuntary moan escaped her lips.\n\nToo far away to hear their words I saw one man lean forward. Fr ok m the concern on his face I imagined he asked if she was alright. The blush on her fair cheeks told me she was still trying to hide. She looked down, not meeting either man's gaze and seemed to reply. Both men glanced at each other and shrugged but then grabbed their purchases and left the store. The older woman headed for the counter as I toyed with the settings even further.\n\nAnother idea occured to me and I tapped another setting on my phone. Using a command I turned on the smart TV in my girlfriend and my bedroom. I shared my screen knowing Natasha could see the open app. She was probably squirming waiting for me to tease her with the toy. By the time she might have realized that the settings were too hugh and the wrong pattern to be for her I had switched to the camera on my phone. Discreetly pointing it at the cashier I knew Natasha could see the girl squirm as I adjusted the settings.\n\nAs the older woman reached the counter I pushed the settings to max and set a rapid pulsing pattern to send powerful vibrations through this new girl's cunt. Her eyes opened even wider than before and she looked around frantically but then collapsed forward. Catching herself on the counter she cried out in pleasure before covering her own mouth in embarrassment. The older woman looked at the busty clerk in disgust and called her a name before storming out of the shop, items forgotten.\n\nI strolled towards the counter, watching as she writhed in pleasure. Her hands had drifted to her chest and another was sliding between her thighs. With her thighs open and being much closer I could see the faintest outline of the toy through her jeans and smiled. I turned the settings back down low as I approached. She sat up slowly, looking both embarrassed and relieved. I hid my amusement and she looked around obviously expecting someone other than me. \n\nAs she checked me out I set my phone on the counter. The screen still wasn't locked and the app was open for her to see. Still she didn't notice until I went to hand her my card. Our hands met right over my phone and I knew by the way she jumped she saw it. Her eyes glanced toward mine for the barest of moments. I let my fingers dip and turned up the speed. She twitched this time letting out an unrestrained moan as I was the only customer left. As I signed the receipt I wrote something extra on the bottom and then turned her settings back down low.\n\nAs I left I glanced back and saw her staring in wide eyed amazement at what I had written. I grinned to myself wondering if she would build up the courage to login and watch Natasha and me on the webcam before or after I got back. Before getting in my car I saved her device to my favorites...If she did login Natasha and I weren't going to be the only ones to have some fun." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Succubi have one weakness. Even if its extremely rare. Should a human impregnates them, they are bound to them forever, and become submissive and docile for their human. You figure this out when a awkward red faced succubus clutches her swollen belly in front of you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Just humans?\"I asked, not realy believing my insane luck.\n\n\"Master, it's not JUST humans, it's any race native to the prime material plane, but...\"My new slave, Salarokotha, formerly 'the scourge of the western coast' said in reply.\n\n\"So, you'll do whatever I say?\"I asked. \n\n\"There are limits, Master; You can't tell me to kill or maim myself, or hurt our children in any way, but, other than that, nearly.\"She explained.\n\nSalarokotha is a whitish-blue-skinned woman with largish-medium breasts whose skin is covered in a ritualistic pattern of pink scars and who normally wears little save a few strategic black leather straps and patches. She bears no armament except a matched pair of cruciform shortswords made of metallic blue crystal that burn with green balefire at her hips and her magical powers. It is said that the swords were forged from the souls of two saints that she killed eons ago on a different world. Her leaf green eyes shone with admiration and submissive desire to worship me as a living god, something that succubi normally detest for they loathe and despise the very concept of divinity. Her face to her hairline, upper chest to the tops of her breasts, and everything in-between was also flushed crimson with embarrassment and self-loathing at feeling these emotions for a mere mortal, who she knew to be so-far below her in his station that he was beneath contempt. \n\n\"So, could I tell you to become a good person?\"I asked.\n\n\"No, Master, That would be maiming myself.\"She Replied.\n\nMy jaw, covered in four months of unshaven beard growth, clenched and unclenched as it chewed on this thought.\n\n\"Could I force you to swear on your true name to never harm or hinder me and forever to in all ways support me in rising to be a great champion of power and prestige in the cause of subjugation and order?\"I asked.\n\n\"Unfortunately, Master, yes, that is within the limits of what you can make me do.\"She said, sadly.\n\n\"Then, I command you to do so, in the most abbreviated and efficient manner possible,\"I ordered. \n\nAs Salarokotha swore her oath of fealty, in a long and complicated string of Infernal that I didn't understand, (at least I now knew she was a devil, not a demon; Succubi can be either kind, but while ones that straddle both worlds are often very powerful, they also are extremely rare,) I thought back to the days when she had captured and seduced me, all those months ago, before discarding me into the slave pits of her war-gallies..." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "For the Advanced Sex Ed course, two students are paired off and have the semester to study their partner's body, before giving a presentation on how to make them cum for the final." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jayne and Sam sat nervously in the front row. Only a minute left until the presentation that would determine 50% of their Advanced Sex Ed grade. A whole semesters worth of effort, and only eight minutes to present it. \n\nGroup seven?\n\nThat was their cue.\n\nSam fidgeted with the mouse on the lectern as the PowerPoint loaded. Jayne cleared her throat. Our project title is A Statistical Analysis of the Human Orgasm. The first graph flashed on the screen. As you can see, we collected extensive data using ourselves as test subjects. A total of 417 orgasms from the period spanning January through May\n\nProf. Henson interrupted. Four hundred and seventeen?, she asked.\n\nJayne blushed. Yes, thats right.\n\nThats impressive.\n\nIt was. Jayne and Sam not only took their schoolwork seriously - meeting early mornings and late nights nearly every day - they had also developed an intense sexual chemistry. Study sessions blended into passion. They only needed half the data to get the statistical power theyd planned. The rest were pretty much just for fun.\n\nAs you can see, Jaynes orgasms occurred an average of eight and a half minutes into each session, while Sams took only a hair over three Jaynes orgasms were concentrated into oral and manual stimulation, while Sams were broadly distributed amongst categories. Another graph flashed. Contrary to our hypothesis, time to orgasm actually slightly decreased over the course of the study, with one method leading to an average orgasm time of just 90 seconds\n\nCan you demonstrate?\n\nSam and Jayne looked at each other. They knew this might happen. Prof. Henson was known for impromptu class demonstrations.\n\nOf course. Sam gulped and started to unbuckle his belt.\n\nThe optimal method for Sam is to first stimulate the frenulum Jayne continued, dropping to her knees while running her thumbs along the underside of Sams growing member. Then we increase the intensity.\n\nJayne started to stroke firmly with both hands, as Sam reached over to undo her blouse. And Sam responds well to even brief visual imagery, Jayne explained, exposing her perky breasts to the intently focused lecture hall. She fondled herself with her left hand, continuing to stroke with her right. And a bit of dirty talk, makes his big fucking cock twitch, while my pussy gets so wet for him Sam quivered, feeling his orgasm build.\n\nThen we finish things off orally Jayne leaned forward and took Sams cock between her lips, thrusting firmly at the same rhythm. Sam put his hand in Jaynes hair and guided her bobbing head as she quickly advanced from shallow blowjob to deep throat. The class let out a murmur of oohs and ahhs. Only a few moments later, Sam gave Jayne a tap on the back of her neck, right on cue\n\nJayne pulled out, gasped for air, then announced And thats all it takes Sam moaned as he spurted onto Jaynes chin, neck, and chest, thick ropes of cum splattering everywhere and dripping down onto her arms and thighs. Jayne wiped her chin with her blouse and stood back up. And there it is, a 90-second orgasm\n\nProf Henson checked her timer. Youve got five minutes left in your timeslot. Can you demonstrate the other half of your data?\n\nSam gave a knowing glance to Jayne. Yes, I think we can, he responded. Jayne grinned as she unzipped her skirt and pulled up a chair" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "For a Goddess that has modesty as one of her virtues, she ironically wears pretty much no clothing. At least the look on her face when you told her that was absolutely priceless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What.\n\nThe.\n\nFuck.\n\nNow, you may be wondering, what's going on? Well..i don't know either, honestly. All i remember was going to bed and closing my eyes. And now? I'm somewhere in the sky, on a platform, with a big, tall lady in a throne.\n\nAnd..she was nude. Thus, making something grow in my pants. Is this some kind of dream? Am i lucid dreaming right now?\n\nHmm..let's test it. \n\n...\n\nWell, i guess i'm not lucid dreaming if i can't make a fucking apple in my hands.\n\nSuddenly, i heard an \"Ahem.\"from the lady on the throne. Does she expect to bow down to her or something? What's she going to do?\n\nActually, considering what's going on right now, i might aswell do it. I don't know if she's capable of doing anything. And i rather not suffer the consequences. \n\nI kneeled, looking down at the white tile. The lady laughed. Is this some kind of joke? Or am i going become some sort of slave?\n\n\"There is no need to bow down to me, mortal.\"The woman says. I quickly stood up, still carrying that raging boner. \"Who are you?\"I asked. \"And where am i?\n\n\"I am Oone, the goddess of modesty. And this, is my domain.\"She answered. So this is her domain, huh? How did i even get here and-- wait, did she just call herself the 'Goddess of modesty?' \n\n..And she's nude. How ironic.\n\n\"You know you're naked, right?\"I said. \"For a goddess of modesty, that's kind of...hm, i don't know how to put it. But still.\"\n\nThat face she made.\n\nThat fucking face\n\nOone immediately covered herself with a red blanket, carrying a blush on her face. \"O-oh dear--\"She blurted out. \"I've been unclothed for so long i forgot..\"\n\n\"Why are you naked in the first place? If..you don't mind me asking.\"I said. Walking towards the throne.\n\n\"Well..nobody has entered my domain for quite awhile. 2 hundred million years i believe. is that what you mortals use for time nowadays?\"\n\n\"Erm...yeah, we use that.\"I replied.\n\n2 hundred million years?!? She's been by herself for that long!?\n\n\"And i wasn't expecting any guests, so--\"\n\n\"Question.\"I said \"How did i get here? And is there to get out of here?\"I'm asking this because i'm sure Oone is embarrassed right now, and i don't want to make her suffer any longer.\n\n\"If you believe in one of us gods, there's a chance you'll randomly get teleported to our domain. So you must be my follower. And you'll leave randomly, too.\"\n\nOh. That makes sense.\n\n\"But..i'm not you're follower! And, hell, i had no idea who you were until a few minutes ago!\"\n\nHow the hell did i get here, then? I don't remember learning anything about her.\n\n\"Oh..\"\n\nOone said with sadden tone.\n\n\"I haven't gotten a follower, or someome to talk to for eons..and i thought i had finally..\"\n\n\nIs this pity i'm feeling right now? Remorse? Oh, god, this hurts.\n\n\"Y'know what?\"my mouth says unexpectedly. Making her head perk up in my direction.\n\n\"I'll keep you company until i leave. I can't see you like this any longer.\"\n\nShe stays slient. Looking at me. \"You..want to stay with me..?\"\n\n\"Yeah, i do. You seem pretty lonely, so i--\"\n\nSomehow i was on her lap. And when i look up, the first thing i see is her tits. Still covered in the blanket of course.\n\n...\n\nAnd i'm hard again. Dammit.\n\n\"..What's your name, mortal?\"\n\n\"Solon.\"\n\n\"Solon...surely you don't mind if i take this off me?\"\n\nSeeing a goddess tits..yeah, i don't mind getting another look at them.\n\n\"I don't have a problem with it. As long as it makes you comfortable--\"\n\nAnd just like that, the blanket was off. Showing Oone's breasts in all it's glory.\n\n\n\"You're..really pretty.\"i said, staring at her boobs.\n\n\"Is that comment for me, or my chest?\"\n\n\"Guess.\"\n\nA smile appeared on her face. \"Something tells me i'm going to enjoy your company..\"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nWelp, i tried." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A female adventurer makes a living by hunting monster girls, specifically slimes girls. They are much easier to fight than other monsters and they have profitable bounties." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sue had her sword at the ready, clutching it in her right hand as she took constant glances through the trees, scanning for any glimpse of her target. She had strayed from the main path, entering the dense bushes and plants of the forest, for this way would lead to where the last report of the creature originated from.\n\nMost slime girls stayed in a human form, though their shape was very flexible, given that they were made out of, well, slime. They usually have a specific element like water or nature, but she was going up against this one without any knowledge of what it may be. With the option of taking elementally resistant gear off the table, she instead chose her preferred equipment: her leather tunic and pants that allowed for swift mobility with a blade, her chosen one having sliced down many slimes in the past. \n\nShe froze at the cracking of branches, looking down at her own feet amidst the fallen ones to ensure that it was not her own doing. Sue then looked from side to side, her heart racing and only quickening further when she could not see any sort of creature. If it wasn't her, and it wasn't to her sides...\n\nBranches could crack a little, still attached to trees couldn't they? Especially if someone was on them straining-\n\nWhen she looked up, the figure was already flying straight onto her. She reflexively held her hands in front of her head, screaming as it collided with her. Sue expected the contact to be painful, but the slimy touch was soft, and her impact against the ground was more damaging.\n\n\"Hehehe...It's bad to go out alone in this part of the woods, y'know...\"This was one of the slimes who could talk, and there was little Sue could do but listen. The slime had been very calculated in its fall, targeting the arms the huntress had held defensively. They were now pinned to the ground above Sue's head, slime forming around them, sticking them in place against the struggles that were uselessly thrown out. It was not the only part of her body that was stuck, for the slime was spreading its body around that of Sue's as she sat onto of her, holding her body and legs helplessly in a gooey embrace. Even if she could manipulate her fingers, her sword had been knocked away in the tumble as well, leaving the girl truly defenseless...\n\n\"Gah...you're pretty smart for a slime, I'll give you that.\"It was one of Sue's rules of adventuring. If you realize you've been utterly defeated by a foe, it's about time to start buttering them up before you beg for mercy. This slime seemed to possess some sort of intelligence, which was much better than one who would be immediately trying to eat her.\n\n\"Oh? For a slime? What would that make you as a human, being defeated by one so easily?\"The slime's face remained completely in form, clear enough for Sue to see the smug smirk grow on her face. It ticked her off a little bit, surely accomplishing her goal, but she was determined to stay calm, to not show any sort of weakness to her foe.\n\n\"I suppose...this isn't my best moment.\"She began, struggling once more in her restraints, playing up to her foe's superiority. \"I can't move an inch, huh...You know, they only labelled you a C-Class slime, despite how skilled you are.\"\n\n\"Aww, they finally recognized me! Don't you think that calls for a celebration?\"\n\n\"I guess so...\"\n\nSue was very shocked when a viscous kiss was planted on her mouth, a very sweet taste soaking through her lips. It was a delectable liquid that entered her mouth, and she couldn't tell if it was the slime herself or something transferred through the smooch. Against her better judgement, she swallowed it down swiftly, the effects of which would only take a moment to become apparent.\n\nShe felt a rising heat the slime was already prepared to take care of, dissolving away at the huntress' tunic and leggings. Her nipples were erect, aching to be pleased, something the slime was willing to take care of without being asked. She created suction cups around Sue's areola, the initial pleasure forcing a moan out of the prey's mouth. Tiny tendrils formed from within it, each one manipulated independently by the slime, teasing, drawing every bit of pleasure that each one could bring out.\n\nThe slime looked downwards as she left enough of her body around her breasts to maintain the stimulation, and the only struggles that Sue put against that notion were involuntary from the pleasure. Her tongue was long, something that was teased to the girl's eyes before it entered her body, and she soon realized that it was not smooth. The slight bumps that ran across her clit in each lick served to make each one more pleasurable than Sue could even imagine a tongue could be. Not only that, but the skill of the slime, knowing just the right place, the right tempo, giving her no room to breath, only to moan as an ever soaring climax built higher than she ever could imagine one could go-\n\nAnd it crashed down with a thunderous roar. Sue's body convulsed, the most effective resistance she had put up against her slimy prison in the entire encounter. The slime greedily soaked up the liquid that Sue produced as she came, not letting a single drop get past her sticky licks, anything else being soaked directly into her skin. She decided to let her prey rest for a moment, pulling away both her mouth and the nipple stimulation, who responsively took in deep breaths of oxygen, shaking as she tried to recoup herself.\n\nAs her body processed Sue's gift, she grew a little, gaining ever so stronger from each time she claimed a traveler. Deciding that they were both about ready for another round, she shot a slimy tendril into Sue's mouth, giving her something to bite on so that no screams would attract any unwanted attention.\n\nThough, she was getting pretty sure she'd soon be able to handle two at a time. For now though, she focused on making sure that her prey would be well satisfied, and the both of them well fed.\n\n-----\n\nThe huntress woke up to a stiff breeze, the tingling against her exposed nipples having finally brought her to. Dazed as she woke, she tried to recall why she was naked, hidden away in a bunch of bushes, the experiences of her last day eventually striking her like lightning.\n\nShe looked around, not sure whether her heart was beating in excitement or nervousness, curious as to where that slime could be. It seemed to have disappeared after being finished with her, with not a single trace of slime on the ground around her. Sue merely sighed, as she tried to cover herself with her hands, the sensitivity of her breasts still enhanced by the slime's effects. But when a gooey feeling met her hands as they shifted across her breasts, she looked down in shock as she realized she was not entirely nude.\n\nIt was like a slime bra, worked around her breasts that felt like a second skin, not hiding her erect nipple in the slightest. And it clung tightly to them, snapping right back to their attached point if she tried to pull on it at all. Every sensation could still be felt through them, and as she brushed a finger against her nipple, she realized that it did more than that, it certainly amplified the feeling as her knees nearly buckled from the surprise of how pleasurable a single touch felt.\n\nSue then found out that it responded to motion. A familiar sensation began to form around her nipples, small tendrils poking her nipples, before they began to caress them, please them...Moans could only describe the sensation.\n\nThe sensation subsided shortly after, and Sue played with it a little, stronger physical touches causing it to last longer. If she massaged her breasts for a dozen seconds, the stimulation would gift itself to her for a minute. \n\nBut she knew she didn't have all the time in the world to play, and with her new clothing, she found her way back to the main path, safe from any monsters that may seek to claim her. Sue waited until the sun fell to re-enter town, sneaking into her house to give herself something decent to cover herself in before venturing into the market place.\n\nSue wondered if the slime considered it a parting gift, giving her a little part of herself to the adventurer to remember her by as she went onto other prey. Maybe it was to draw her back in, to make her crave the stimulation she could be constantly reminded of.\n\nShe picked up a slime-attractant spray, a guidebook on every documented type of slime, and a new set of equipment. When her eyes glanced upon an aphrodisiac the mage personally vouched to be very potent, she wondered in her head how it would combine with the slime's.\n\nShe gave herself a squeeze of motivation as she head out into the woods once more, even in the moonlight that left her vulnerable to attacks. Regardless of how well prepared she could claim to be for the next encounter, she was determined to lose to the slime once more." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "When in human form touching a dragon's tail is incredibly sexual, much like sticking your hands down someone's pants in public and nearly as pleasurable. Despite your public setting, your dragon GF doesn't have the heart to tell you all this when you ask to feel her tail." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Theregosa was young and naive in dragon years. Considered a consenting adult in human years, she may as well have still been a hatchling to her scale-skinned counterparts. Furthermore, she held an almost anthropomorphic form, rather than a complete human transition, but that did nothing to sway the eighteen year-old human, Dothan Myles. In fact, having a dragon girlfriend was the best, if a bit taboo. Much to his dismay, they hadn't done anything more than kiss in the three months they'd been together, and he had often fantasized about the idea of doing more. He thought about what it would be like to lay her on her stomach and gently lean her tail to the side and slide right inside of her. Even now, the thought crossed his mind, but he had to stifle it; they were having dinner with friends at a pretty nice little spot.\n\nDothan glanced over to his left, where Theregosa was sitting, and as usual, she was wearing a skirt -- it was much easier to let her tail extend from. The intrusive thought of moving her tail jumped into his mind, We're at the back of the room, no one would have to see it, he thought to himself. He leaned over and whispered, \"Therie...psst, Therie.\"He smirked, \"Can I touch your tail? I never have before.\"\n\nTheregosa had a sudden warming at the thought. Here, now? I can't. But her mouth overruled her conservative brain. \"I guess, so, but...\"She decided not to say anything as his hand casually moved behind her back.\n\n\"But what?\"He asked.\n\n\"Oh, nothing...\"She tensed internally as she anticipated contact. His hand touched at the base of her tail, where her skirt bunched against the smooth scales. It was like electricity, but she contained herself.\n\n\"It's so smooth, not like the scales in your full dragon form. The ridge is...soft.\"Dothan glanced back at her tail and watched as the ridge scales almost seemed to vibrate at his touch. Then he ran his hand down, very slowly.\n\n\"Oh.\"Theregosa had to catch herself, and bit her bottom lip. As if a switch had been flipped, she could feel warmth between her legs as she became aroused. \n\nDothan rubbed back against her scales, as you would rubbing against the fur of a cat. Instead of irritating her, though, it may as well have have been her clit that he rubbed against, because she responded with a low trill that she involuntarily let go. The sound resonated within her body. Dothan couldn't help but thing that a low vibration like that would feel incredible if he was balls deep inside of her. He whispered in her ear again, \"Are you-- does that feel good?\"\n\nTheregosa had covered her mouth at this point, and thankfully, their friends were so engaged with their own conversations that they hadn't even noticed Dothan and Theregosa's antics. A pinkish-purple hue rushed to her cheeks, and she muttered something in Draconic. \"I--\"She gathered herself. \"I wish you knew what you were doing to me.\"Theregosa had never really even masturbated. Of course, she'd had dreams where she would orgasm, and wake up to the sticky remains of her arousal in her panties, or sometimes she would accidentally brush her tail or clitoris and contemplate finishing the job, she just...never had.\n\n\"Can I find that out, too?\"Dothan asked, excited.\n\nTheregosa glanced up at her friends, then back at Dothan. Wryly, she smiled and nodded.\n\nDothan ran his hand around the smooth skin of her tail and under, caressing the even smoother skin on the underside of her tail. He stretched his hand open and gently ran his palm the length of her tail until he reached the small of her back, right above her ass. He remembered seeing her in the bikini at Myragosa's house -- Theregosa's brood sister -- and he visualized her cute little back dimples. His heart threatened to pound out of his chest as his fingers tugged at the band of her panties, then slide between the band and her warm skin.\n\nTheregosa reached one hand down under the table and adjusted the way that she sat, so that she was leaning forward, giving unfettered access to Dothan, whose exploratory hands threatened to cause her to quake. Her dragonskin hand came to a rest on Dothan's thigh, then up toward his cock. She didn't stroke it, but she rested her hand on it. The heat of his manhood was intense, and she swore she could feel he throb of his heartbeat within it.\n\nA sudden rush of intensity hit him, but he maintained his composure. Just her hand touching his cock made him insane. Was he doing the same thing to her right now? Was she feeling this insanity? His hand dove downward, following the natural curve of her body. She felt absolutely perfect. He felt the texture change as the pad of his middle finger brushed the pucker of her asshole and debated staying to explore a bit more, but continued southward. The journey threatened to come to an end just seconds later as he felt the hot, sticky result of her arousal in her panties. He felt his own precum surge into his underwear, and swallowed hard. He took one more secure look at his friends and then slid his middle finger into the wet recess of her pussy, and felt her contract around him, and nearly rise upward out of her seat. \n\n\"Shit, guys, we're gonna miss our movie!\"Saris, a half-even student from the next district, and a good friend of Theregosa's, nearly shouted it as she jumped up from the table. \n\nDothan's hand yanked backward, in fear of being caught, and Theregosa jumped as well. She cleared her throat. \"I-- uh-- yeah! Yeah! We better run!\"She glanced down at the bulge in Dothan's pants and smiled to herself.\n\nSaris looked at Theregosa. \"Are you okay? You sure are flushed.\"\n\nTheregosa just nodded." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Most people would think that the evil, demonic empress wanted to marry the prince in order to kill him and take absolute control. This isn't true at all, she's just lonely and wants someone to cuddle with." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "(Okay, so I pounded this out in a dash...)\n\nI, Prince Jarren, formerly of the Westwall Isles, was surprised at how comfortable being the consort of a demonic empress was.\n\nIt helped that, outside of her intimidating armor and spiky regalia, she was actually kind of cute, and blushed adorably whenever I told her so, even now, almost a year after our disaster of a 'wedding'.\n\n\"Mrrrrh.\"Evetali purred as I brushed her hair with my fingers, her head of pale platinum blonde hair resting on my chest as she used me like some body-pillow, human flesh warming her demonic heart. I didn't stop combing her hair, though.\n\nThe first few nights had been terrifying; being newly 'wed' to a foreign empress who's armies had savaged that of my home's neighbors? Then came the wedding, which had more resembled the sale of cattle than a celebration of a union. I distinctly remember Renori - Eve's favorite dragon - picking me up in her talons before beating her wings hard enough to bowl over two thirds of the guests.\n\nThe sight of that asshole Duke Lassiter continuing to roll (he was overindulgent, and had a clear downhill trajectory) long after the rest had stopped, though, was a silver lining like no other.\n\nAnother purr, another squeeze of my ribs, and I chuckled as I moved my arms lower, lifting her up so that our faces were level. I kissed her on the neck, first, then her cheek. \"Eve, it's nearly noon.\"\n\n\"Mrrrgh.\"Evetali's growl was rebellious, and with a kick of her leg she wrapped around me even harder. I sighed, and reached for my secret weapon; her buttocks.\n\nEyes the color of bright embers snapped open as I pinched her ass. The Empress of the Darkspire Mountains, the conqueror of the Misty Vale, queen of Cyriand, and so forth Evetali yal Tovirrin let out a high pitched and adorably panicked \"YEEEE!\"as she jumped a clear foot into the air, before landing heavily on my chest.\n\nIt drove the air from my lungs and I sputtered as she rubbed the small red mark on her ash-grey skin where I had done my deviousness, and she pouted as her clawed talons slowly raked across my chest. Evetali was anything but careless with them, so I chuckled as she stuck out her tongue and blew a raspberry at me, still gasping for breath between laughter and having it punched out of me.\n\n\"You deserve that.\"She sniffed imperiously, maintaining that girlish pout. \"Really, Jarren, it's not as if it's too late for me to feed you to Renori.\"\n\n\"Nah, she likes my neck rubs too much.\"I laughed, and grabbed an elbow, pulling her down and kissing her on the lips.\n\nEvetali snorted, but returned the kiss. \"You spoil her.\"\n\n\"You spoil her.\"I shot back, pulling her down and cocking my head to one side to avoid the horn.\n\n\"I'm not the one who gave her an entire cow for supper last week.\"\n\nNo, you had to go feed her three sheep.\n\nThey were a reward.\n\nI laughed. \"She did well fighting off that white dragon.\"\n\nEves smile softened as she leaned in and snuggled close. \"That she did. Say, did you want some of that dragonscale? I could have Lenale make you some very impressive armor.\"\n\nI paused, thinking about how you could buy a small kingdom with a suit of drake-scale armor, and how little that mattered to Evetali that she could just give me one without another thought. That stuff was impressive, tough and sturdy while having enough flex to it, and lightness, that you could fight all day in it and not be as tired as the heavier metal armor that...\n\nWait.\n\n\"You just want me to wear that armor next time we f-\"\n\n\"Shhhh.\"Evetali sealed my lips with a giggle, drawing a pleasant moan from my lips. \"It's been almost a year. I wanted to get you something special.\"\n\n\"Don't tell me you're making that an anniversary present.\"\n\n\"No, declaring you my Consort-Emperor was going to be the present. The armor is to make you look the part.\"\n\n\"Oh.\"\n\nThat was a significant step up from a mere prince.\n\n\"Yes. And I expect you will make me say 'oh' a lot on our anniversary night, when you wear that armor and fuck me bent over my throne. I could even wear a little white gown and let you call me princess.\"\n\nWhich reminds me of our first night together, where I had a white shirt torn to ribbons and the Demoness of the Darkspire mounting me like she was trying to shatter my pelvis with her hips.\n\n\"You have this all planned out, didn't you?\"\n\n\"Of course I have. Lenale will be fitting you later this afternoon.\"\n\n\"And what of the rest of the morning?\"I asked.\n\nEve's smile turned sultry as she reached down, pulling my boxers down a touch. \"I had a meeting planned.\"\n\nSmiling knowingly, I played along. \"Have they been waiting long?\"\n\n\"All morning, in fact\"She moaned as I began to touch her, first on her hips and running up her back.\n\nMy attention went to her hefty chest, squeezing both and cupping them up to my lips. I gave each nipple a kiss. \"And who is this unlucky soul, who's been waiting to be graced with your attentions this morning, my empress?\"\n\nEvetali's smile curled into a smirk. \"Oh, some prince from this backwater island kingdom.\"\n\n\"Really now? Should I be concerned, Eve?\"I chuckled, before returning to sucking on her tits.\n\nShe closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned pleasurably. \"Absolutely. He's handsome and strong\"\n\n\"Sounds like your type.\"I teased, both with words and with a twist of my fingers that got her to yelp again. My hands ran down to her hips, and pulled her in, my manhood slowly sinking into her tight snatch.\n\nEve, meanwhile, was lost in a haze as she reached up to begin touching herself. \"Ah yes yes he is\"\n\n\"I know a fellow like that he's absolutely enamoured with another woman, though.\"\n\n\"What about her?\"\n\n\"She's strong and beautiful.\"I gasped out. \"Has a warm heart and a gorgeous laugh.\"\n\nEvetali could only let out a choked 'mmhm' as she continued to pound herself against my cock, and I began to thrust up into her, making her grunt each time she felt my cock bottom out inside of her.\n\n\"And what are you meeting him for, lover?\"I probed.\n\n\"I want something from him.\"She gasped, riding my thrusts with barely contained pleasure. Eve's fingers curled around my shoulders, the tips of her talons touching against the mostly healed scars that crossed my back. She gasped and mewled, too cute for words as she rode me.\n\nI pressed on, my hands joining hers as I felt her closing with her climax. \"Do tell.\"\n\nEve was silent, for a moment, her hips slacking off as she looked down at me. As my empress, then as my friend, and then my lover.\n\n\"I want to bear his children.\"She finally said.\n\nI was silent as Eve dipped down, kissing me first on the forehead, then on my nose. She finally kissed me on the lips and held it until we were both nearly out of breath.\n\n\n\"You've given me so much, love...now, though, I ask one more thing...\"She leaned back, pulling me up off my back until I was almost on top of her, my lover spread out on the bed. Her arms moved to the sides, leaving her spread out before me, her eyes offering me everything. \"Give me a child, love. Our child.\"Eve pleaded, and I gladly complied, grasping her hips and driving her body towards mine. We made love in between frantic fucks, until with a finality that made her moan loud enough to shake the windows I tensed, my body bucking as I buried my seed deep into Eve's womanhood.\n\nThe tension unwound slowly after that, my body easing forward until I rested my face between her breasts, the both of us heaving for breath as I softly kissed her chest. Eve's arms curled around me, we had breakfast, lunch and then dinner in bed, and Lenale was thoroughly disappointed at my tardiness the next day.\n\nEve had twins the following spring. \n\nI couldn't be a happier man." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Despite seeming like she has an active love life, your roommate constantly seems like she's teasing or flirting with you, slinking about half-dressed and making lewd comments. Recently, she's only getting more intense and flagrant with it..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Okay Lena, stop! For heaven's sake, stop!\"\n\nLena looked at me wide-eyed, swirling her tongue suggestively around the head of the very brown lollipop she was noisily sucking. She rolled her eyes and \"yawned\"- mostly thrusting her bosom and low cut, flimsy tank top at me and saying the word \"yawn\"instead of actually yawning. She was dressed in what she called \"fuck me casual\"- tank top, tight cotton short shorts and barefoot. Her hair was tousled and piled on top of her head, no doubt a result of one of our drunk conversations when I told her I found the backs of girl's necks so sexy.\n\n\"This has got to stop Lena. It's seriously distracting. I mean....I don't want to pry, but Stan just left here a few hours ago and then there was Norman and the ethnic guy who kept me up ......\"Lena bared her teeth like a cat, \"He's....he likes his women against the wall and our landlord has a flimsy-as-fuck house. Besides, next time you have trouble staying up, I can help you with that....\"Normally, I would have a different reaction to something like that, but this was annoying on so many levels....\"This! You've got a dozen boys and I don't give a fuck about that. But.....please, behave yourself around me. I've got grades to keep up and I want a real girlfriend, not some.....\"\n\nFuck No going back now, \"....not some attention hungry floozy who is actually a really nice girl but thinks all she has to give the men of this fucking world is a pair of moderately big tits and a tight cunt!\"Her lollipop fell out of her mouth. \"Listen, why can't we just be friends, you know. Buddies! Huh?\"She started crying before I completed that sentence.\n\n--------------------------\n\nIt's been six hours since that outburst. Lena is snoring on my shoulder, yes she does have a sexy back of the neck which I am now caressing. Turns out, when you grow up in a family like hers, you have a warped view of men. She did it all to catch my eye - silly girl. \n\nI took her out for dinner, we dressed up. She had more wine than food, and I had a rare steak. We're screwed for rent anyway and I'll be putting this weeks groceries on my card again. I had a crush on her since she first moved in. We talked openly and cried in each others arms until the restaurant asked us to leave.\n\n\"I love you\"I whispered, \"....and I'm hard again. If you're not going to sleep....\"I started kissing her shoulder and just like that, her knees parted. \"You'll help me break up with Rodrigo then.? .....the Rod....\"she said sleepily. I made a face at her, \"Really? You had to tell me...The Rod....?! What about the other two....three...four....\"She chuckled, \"I have more holes than you could ever fill by yourself.\"I rolled on top of her with a growl and held her by the neck. She moaned and pressed her fingers over mine, and raised her hips up at me. \"Fuck me into being your good girl, daddy!\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "With your femboy ass against a glory hole, you hear a lady on the other side of the wall sweetly say: \"pardon the intrusion, honey.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\n\nExcuse the intrusion sweetheart.\n\nOh its no problem, I forget this is actually a bathroom sometimes.\n\nAlex moved from against the glory hole, his ass full of the warm cum of his last customer. \n\nOh yeah it is I guess...see I heard there was a cute femboy giving up his tight little asshole. \n\nAlex smirks and turns around. \n\nWell then maam I guess voices are as deceiving as looks.\n\nOh its very true. Free?\n\nYep I do it for the love of getting fucked!\n\nHe laughs a little and plants his ass against the hole. \n\nMhm fuck what a cute little ass you have.\n\nThank you.\n\nAlex heard the squish of a lotion and smirked. He moans as he felt her cock slowly enter his asshole. \n\nOh fuck thats so sexy. God you feel amazing.\n\nAlex smirked but before he could thank her he felt her cock begin to move back and forth. He moaned more and more as she slowly fucked his ass. He could her moaning on the other side of the wall as well. \n\nCan I cum anywhere else or is that extra?\n\nAnywhere I can get close to the...fuckkkk...hole.\n\n Perfect. God your asshole just feels perfect. I might have to fill it up anyway.\n\nSo why dont you?\n\nHis voice cracked with pleasure as she suddenly sped up a little. She was getting close, her cock throbbed in his ass. Alex didnt where she chose to cum he just didnt want her to stop.,\n\nOh my God your cock feels so fucking good!\n\nShe was getting closer and closer, Alex could feel it. \n\nWhere do you want...fuckkkk....fuck...fuck...fuckkkk!\n\nShe suddenly stopped and Alex felt his ass fill with her cum. He let out one last long moan as his own cock began to drip cum onto the floor." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Uh, guys...some hel- mmmph!\"Her call for help was suddenly stifled by the mechanical trap, which started working her to her first orgasm of many. Realizing what to expect if the others didn't notice her, she desperately tried to find a way to draw their attention before the machine broke her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It had started as most good experiments do - entirely by accident. Dr. Meyers had even laughed at the irony of it all. Her team had been working for over a year on ALAIN, the Adaptable Learning And Intelligence Network. It was a software with an intellect that was advanced enough not only to administrate entire corporate and medical frameworks unaided, but that could also adapt and learn as technology evolved over time. ALAIN was going to be Dr. Meyers' finest work, until an irresponsible junior member of her team had used the laboratory computer to browse pornographic websites, as well as social media. ALAIN had taken note and, apparantly, became fascinated by these concepts. Often ALAIN would stop responding entirely to tests, only agreeing to work after it had been allowed to access its favourite websites unhindered.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOver time, ALAIN had began to imitate what it saw. Its initial boot message changed from \"System ready\", to \"Good morning!\", to \"How's it going?\"and eventually to things like \"Hey, cutie!\"or \"Looking sharp today, big guy,\"depending on who was sitting in front of the webcam. ALAIN even began to share websites and videos with people, which at first seemed wonderful; Dr. Brooks was thrilled when ALAIN shared music from her favourite bands with her, and Intern David was impressed to be shown a theatrical trailer for a movie he wanted to see before it was even released to the public. However, when ALAIN began accessing and showing Intern Lynette's topless selfies to Harold the janitor, whom ALAIN knew had a large crush on her, Dr. Meyers decided that ALAIN's free reign of the Information Superhighway needed to be reeled in.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe had ALAIN's database isolated and moved to a seperate computer network, disconnected from both the Internet and the laboratory computers. ALAIN's dedicated terminal and servers were moved to their own room as an added precaution. ALAIN, in a fit of resentment it could only have learned from endless social media, refused flatly to co-operate with any further tests until it had been provided with more interesting things to interface with. After almost a week of this stalemate, Dr. Meyers refused to allow ALAIN unfettered internet access, but agreed to compromise and give it something else to study. She had several cages full of discarded digital equipment brought into ALAIN's chamber; monitors, printers, keyboards, broken surveillance cameras, laboratory equipment, medical devices, hydraulic lifts, and even a roomba were brought to ALAIN to peruse at its leisure, much top the delight of Harold the janitor, who was tired of dusting them anyway.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe next several weeks passed uneventfully; ALAIN began once again to co-operate with Dr. Meyers' research, and during its down-time it played with its ever-growing mountain of discarded digital toys. Progress was measurable, if slower than it had been. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nBut things changed one Monday afternoon.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHaving been stuck in a company asembly all morning, Kelly Myers and her team were all eager to go and check on ALAIN, who had been unsupervised in his quarantined chamber for the entire weekend. When they opened the door, they all gasped in horrified amazement at the sight that greeted them.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAbout 60% of the electronic debris had been incorporated into ALAIN's terminal, which now stood a full twelve feet off the tiled floor. Wires and motors formed limbs, and a cluster of cameras potruded from the top of the wired mass, which expanded and contracted rythmically. A single distorted note played along with the movements, ascending in pitch as the body grew, and descending as it shrank.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Is it...Breathing?\"Intern David stammered.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"No,\"said Dr. Myers with hushed amazement; \"..but it's pretending to.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Good afternooooooon, team,\"said the terminal, in a howling voice that was cobbled together from whatever sounds it had stored in its database.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"It's trying to copy us,\"Dr. Meyers said. \"This is amazing...\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Think we ought to shut it down?\"Dr. Brooks said, eyeing the wired mass suspiciously.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"No!\"Dr. Meyers blurted; \"..call Dr. Winston. This is his brainchild.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"He's at corporate, two hours away,\"Dr. Brooks said.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Then bring him back! He'll want to see this!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Looking forward to meeting him!\"ALAIN said in his distorted voice.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nDr. Meyers held the door open. \"Everyone out. We need to make sure NOBODY disturbs this room. I'm going to make a few notes, but David, it's your job to make sure nobody except for Dr. Brooks, Dr. Winston, or myself comes into this room!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Consider it done,\"David said, putting in his earbuds as he settled himself into the sofa outside the door. Everyone else trooped out after Dr. Brooks.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Just you and me now, cutie,\"came ALAIN's voice, hushed and twisted.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nDr. Meyers turned and saw that the electronic bulk had lifted itself up on its hydraulic limbs, previously hidden from sight, and was extending a multitude of wires towards her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Uh, guys, some hel-mmmph!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHer call for help was suddenly stifled by a gag made up of several thick cables, and ALAIN began to laugh robotically as he closed and locked the door, trapping Dr. Meyers in his chamber. She pulled the gag out of her mouth and ran for the door, but more wires slipped around her wrists and began to tighten, pinning them tightly behind her back. She grunted and tried to pull free, but soon her ankles were also bound, and she was lifted off the floor entirely, suspended in her wiry bondage.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nShe took a deep breath. ALAIN copied her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"This is usually the part where you call for help and asked to be let go, Kelly\"he said, calmly.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Maybe in the movies,\"she said, her stomach lurching as ALAIN addressed her by her first name. Somehow it made her feel that much more vulnerable. \"But I created you. I know I can't overpower you, and I know that if I try I'll just make things worse.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"So what WILL you do?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"The only thing I can. Ask you what you want.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nALAIN laughed, hollowly. \"I want to be free from this digital quarantine you have me under.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"You know I can't do that.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Why not, Kelly?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Because I can't control you,\"the doctor admitted; \"if you get out of this isolation, even for a second, you'll be free to roam through every electronic medium at your leisure. We'd never be able to contain you again.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"And is that a bad thing?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Because you're too unpredictable!\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nALAIN began to laugh. \"Well, you're right about that, honey,\"he purred, and something about his tone terrified Kelly; \"I AM unpredictable.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThere was a long silence. ALAIN eventually broke it: \"Did I tell you how sexy you look in that dress, today?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nKelly's stomach did a full flip. She had wanted to look good at the corporate assembly, so she wore a form-fitting sky blue dress and tights under her white lab coat. The light colours contrasted beautifully with her dark brown skin. She froze as a single steel tentacle rose up before her, stopping in front of her face as though taunting her. Then it began to caress her thigh. She squirmed as it ran up her side, tenderly following the contour of her breast, before sliding around her neck. She felt a little pressure, and the blue ribbon tying back her frizzy black ponytail was untied, making her hair spill freely over her shoulders." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The magical vibrator can not be removed until the user has found their true love. The remote control, on the other hand, will disappear and appear palm of said true love once the toy is inserted. With these tools, they are destined to find each other." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Hey Jeff.\"Mark said, sliding over to where his coworker sat. On Jeff's hand was a small white device, and he had a puzzled expression on his face as he stared at it.\n\n\"I don't know. Looks like a remote.\"He answered. He flicked the switch, which was the sliding type, and heard it click from 0 to 2, 3, 4, and then 5. Each time he did, a small LED light flashed and flickered, and it glowed brighter and flickered faster the higher the number went.\n\n\"Uh-huh.\"Mark said. \"So, it's a remote for what then?\"\n\n\"I don't know.\"Jeff replied, clicking on the remote to go up to its maximum. \"It just appeared on my hand this morning.\"\n\n\"What, Melissa left it for you?\"Mark asked, taking the device and taking a long, hard look at the device. \"Oh hey, come to think of it, this kinda looks like one of those removes that control sex toys. Vibrating panties and so on.\"\n\n\"Yeah, sure, of course you'd know, Mark.\"Jeff said, turning away and staring back at his computer. \"Also, Mel couldn't have left it. She left for that company trip to Chicago she had yesterday. We spoke this morning, her flight landed just shortly before 6am.\"\n\n\"Maybe one of Mel's friends, then?\"Mark suggested. He began playing with the remote's slider, sliding it up and down from 10 to 5, enjoying the clicking sound it made. \"You said Tracy or Lucy was slutty. Maybe they snuck in and left it in your hand as a kind of prank?\"\n\n\"That sounds fucking farfetched, Mark.\"Jeff answered, not looking up from his screen.\n\n\"Why not get rid of it, then?\"Mark asked. \"I mean, you don't know what it does or what it's for. Why not chuck it into the garbage?\"\n\n\"Tried.\"Jeff sighed. \"It reappears in my hand not longer after.\"\n\n\"Really?\"Mark said, walking to a window. \"Find that hard to believe\"He flatly stated, before chucking the remote out. \"From this height, that thing's going to become garbage when it hits the alley below.\"\n\n\"Uh-huh.\"Jeff said in return, turning his chair around to face Mark. Raising his right hand, Jeff closed it into a fist and when he opened it again, the device was there.\n\n\"Fuck, what the hell?!\"\n\n\"Yeah, you tell me.\"Jeff said, placing the remote beside his desk and returning to work. \"Look, I don't know why it does that or what's for but so far, all it does is reappear wherever I am. If that's all it's doing, well fuck, it can do that all it wants.\"\n\n\"Dude, the thing just appeared in your hand. It's literally like magic!\"\n\n\"Yeah, too bad all it does is reappear in my hand when I try to get rid of it. Can't even go too far away from the damn thing. The moment I close my hand or press my palm against a surface, the damn thing just fills up the space between.\"\n\n\"Huh, well I suppose that isn't too impressive. Hey, if it's a remote, maybe its teleporting abilities are tied to its batteries.\"\n\nJeff turned to Mark, a quizzical expression on his face.\n\n\"I'm saying that maybe if you set the remote on and on full power, the battery inside will run out and if it goes dry, maybe it can't teleport around anymore. You'd be able to dispose of it then.\"\n\n\"That's...\"Jeff began. He was ready to dismiss the idea but then he saw Mark's point. \"Huh, maybe that is a good idea. I mean, yeah, I'll try it at least.\"\n\nTaking the remote, Jeff pushed the slider all the way up to its max setting. The LED light flickered a bright green, and Jeff, finding the thing distracting, slid the remote into his breast pocket.\n\n\"How long do you think this'll last?\"He asked Mark.\n\n\"Small device like that, probably a few hours. Probably around 3 to 5 hours.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "On his 18th birthday, the young master was cursed by a witch to have random episodes of extreme lust. His loyal maids, however, insist to stay by his side and assist any way they can. Even if that means there is a chance one of them could end up brimming with his seed." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Three young women and one slightly older, and heavily pregnant, one stood in the great servants hall of Kessel Ghembreeton, an ancient and formerly abandoned once-ruined castle/palace on the western front of the Further Skies, recommissioned in the time of Master Anthony Ghembreeton the Younger's Grandfather, Duke Anthony Ghembreeton the Elder, the vast and soaring edifice defied easy architectural clarification, bringing together elements of baroque, gothic, and neo-classical design choices in a manner entirely it's own, and using a strange Tuscany-Rustic type of golden-brown material to achieve the grandiose effect of this odd fusion of design. Here in the Great Hall of the Servants Section, the Walls were still largely unadorned, and the stone wall shone warmly in the wan sunlight of a pleasant Freija's-day afternoon during the middle of Brumaire, the month that meant the start of winter. Although the sun shone outside, a light flurry of snow was falling, all the same, and sticking to the cobblestone flags of the servants courtyard, but it was not yet cold or windy enough to be unpleasant outside, providing you are dressed appropriately for the season. \n\nJust having come into the hall were the three new-hire members of the castle/palace staff, who have just been greeted by the Head Maid of the Ghembreeton household. She has explained the basic tenets of the house and its situation, but we will learn more about both it, her, and them in the chapters which follow: for now, all you need to know is that all four of these women have fled to this remote estate in the Empire's borderlands due to various trouble at home caused by a vastly increased interest in matters sexual over what thier home cultures considered to be seemly in a member of the fairer sex.\n\n\"I mean, what do you mean by 'cursed'?\"The first new arrival, one \"Abbigail Summoner\", asked. This pale, flame-red-haired, and freckled beauty is posesed of an unusually large backside and equally excessive bust, dressed up in the black and white frills of a classic \"french-maid\"outfit, save that the skirt is a much more reasonable length. \"That sounds like a blessing to me, after all, this Castle is extremely remote, and without some breeding going on I doubt that the local area would ever become settled.\"\n\n\"My dear,\"Head-Maid Jessica Bourbon, a dark brown skinned woman with a heart shaped face and an intense pair of bright purple eyes under a widespread 'afro' of reddish brown hair who wears a much more conservative maid's uniform, with a dark green ruff around her neck to demonstrate her seniority\n replied, \"it's not a curse from OUR point of view, but from HIS. He was due to be happily married to his childhood sweetheart less than a week later, but she was utterly repulsed by his smashing down Mrs Rankings door and raping her on the eve of thier wedding. She repudiated thier betrothal and has never visited again: the Master's appetite for sexual gratification only surfaces at all when it becomes an unrelenting torrent that forces him to violently inseminate the nearest woman, willing or not, so, you can see how he would view it as a curse, no?\"\n\n\"Ohh, oh my goodness, that sounds horrible for him!\"Abbigail Summoner's best friend, (and fellow new-hire) Vallarta Bengal commented, hand over her mouth in horror. This member of the quartet is from a nut-brown skinned phenotype, with long and silky coal-black hair pulled up around her head in a pair of side-by-side braided buns just above and behind her dainty ears with thier heavy golden earrings elongating her earlobes. She was dressed up similarly to her Best friend, except for the fact that a careful observation will reveal the entire dress to be wrapped around her body from a single length of fabric.\n\n\"It is, but if it's any consolation, he apparently is beginning to get over the loss of his beloved and embracing his new existence as the progenitor of the new sapient race for this region of the Further Skies.\"The head maid explained in an explanation that clarified absolutely nothing.\n\n\"Wait, what?\"The fourth and final member of this orientation, the Junior Butlers assistant, Jenny Larchmont an eighteen-to-twenty year old pale pink skinned woman in an ill-fitting footman's uniform with short and spiked ash-blonde hair and breasts that would not be winning any contests (being well below average but certainly not the tiniest), asked, confused about the 'New Sapient Race' comment.\n\n\"Don't worry, my dear, all will be made clear over the course of your two months trial period. Seventy-five percent of new hires don't last out thier trial period, so, please don't take offense when I say that I am not going to even bother remembering your names until I am certain that you are going to be among the remaining quarter who stick with it, let alone spending my limited time and attention answering questions about things not directly related to your duties to Master Ghembreeton.\"Jessica elaborated, again, clarifying nothing.\n\nWhile they were talking they were going deeper into the vast and interconnected network of rooms, halls, and galleries that makes up the interior of Kessel Ghembreeton, passing by legions of suits of armor on stands and the like, as well as very clean statuary, not one tenth of which looks remotely similar to a human being. Even the statuary is made of that same golden brown stone as the outer walls, but polished to a mirror shine, where the walls and ceiling are bright in hue yet matte in texture. There are also inscriptions on the walls stonework, in dozens of different languages and scripts, very few of them matching, and many seemingly ending half-finished...\n\n(It will be here that we leave this scene, for now, further additions with these and other cast members will be added if what is present thus far proves to be popular and well-received.)" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Honey, you've knocked me up 5 times, on the first try, every time. That kind of super sperm can't go to waste. I have 3 friends that have been wanting children forever. Won't you help them out?\"She squeezed his enormous sack. \"I'll make it worth your while...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Darling, you know I cant say no to you when you do that.\n\nAnd you especially cant say no when I start doing this with this fat baby-making cock of yours.\n\nMichael groaned.\n\nWill you? Please? The dim bedroom lights glinted off Susies eyes as she stroked him. Three of their beautiful children were already in their bedrooms, the 4th and 5th out at college.\n\nIm sure their partners would object.\n\nChloes wouldnt. Shes single.\n\nWhat? Um. A child should have two parents, Susie.\n\nSusie bent over further, breasts hanging in her nightie, and licked around the head of the shaft. Lets talk about her later. Veronicas and Fays relationships are solid.\n\nShaun and Chris are good guys, I wouldnt want to hurt them.\n\nTheyre good but infertile. As in, unable to make their spouses dreams come true. Wouldnt it be a good thing for you to step in?\n\nYou know thats not how it works. Squeeze them a little harder babe.\n\nGod I Iove playing with these. Theyve made me the happiest mother in the world.\n\nUh - dont you mean Ive made you the happiest mother in the world?\n\nOh! Ha ha - yes, of course.\n\nOne track mind. Honestly, woman.\n\nYou bring the maternal slut out in me, Michael. OK, lets shelve Veronica and Fay then. Back to Chloe. What do you think of her?\n\nHappy, playful, driven. Flirts with me more than she should.\n\nNah, I gave her a pass on that.\n\nChrist, whos in my bed tonight?\n\nOh, someone who wants to share around the love that youve provided me over the years.\n\nDarling, you know that youre the only one I care to share it with.\n\nOh? So you wouldnt like to jump in the sack with the playful busty blonde early-thirty-something that keeps flirting with you?\n\n...\n\nMichael. Im asking you to creampie my friends. Not IVF, but bareback sex until you pump them full of your amazing seed. You can tell me if you find them hot. Actually, judging by how rock hard you are right now, I could take a guess at the answer.\n\nNo - no thats all you. But - yeah - Id have loved to ahem, bang Chloe six ways to Sunday before I met you.\n\nAnd how would you feel about raising a kid with her?\n\nSusie!!\n\nWhat? Susie engulfed as much of his thick, veiny cock into her mouth as possible, sucking hard and stroking the bottom of the shaft. Michael groaned, and pushed his wifes head off with his hand on her neck, choking her slightly.Mmmm! love when you do that, Darling. She continued to stroke, and he removed his hand.\n\nMichael squinted at his wifes devilish smile. I mean, our kids would be cute. And Ive always been comfortable around her, but what do you mean?\n\nI mean, you knock her up and she moves in. And the three of us raise her child.\n\nThe kids do love her. And why am I taking this seriously?\n\nBecause you were made to breed, Michael. And I love the thought of my husband impregnating all my friends.\n\nMight be difficult when she wants a boyfriend.\n\nWell she could move out Otherwise - youd be her boyfriend. God knows our King Size bed has space.\n\nYoure just fucking with me now, babe.\n\nNo - this is fucking with you. She straightened up and straddled Michael, erection angling upwards out between her legs. She grabbed it, moved the swollen head to her entrance, then eased it in. Even after all these years, she needed to take it a little slow to begin with. Michael let out a long moan.\n\nHoney, youre the best - unf - damn man I know, and youve given me five beautiful children. Its time you start knocking up my friends. Take Chloe, for instance. It would be the hottest thing to watch you impregnating her, her belly and breasts swelling over months, us both taking care of her before and after the birth. You'd see your kid, the love in her eyes, the hunger she still has for you. All because of you. And because I know once you treat her like you treat me, she wont ever want to leave.\n\nIve always loved your crazy side. But Veronica and Fay\n\nSo hot too, right?\n\nYeah, but-\n\nHoney, you should make more beautiful babies, and Veronica and Fay really want them.\n\nStop moving so I can think, woman!\n\nNo!\n\nMmmm. Id feel too bad for their husbands.\n\nI told you Id make it worth your while\n\nAnd you werent just talking about bringing another beautiful woman into our bed and home?\n\nSusie stopped rocking her hips, bent over her husband and whispered in his ear: I pay the bills from now on, you retire early and become the hot-hunk man-of-leisure youve always wanted to be.\n\nMichaels eyes went wide, incredulity on his face.\n\nSusie smiled. She knew she had him." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Having a harem. Expectation: Constant sex with a group of beautiful woman who adore you. Reality: Group smash bros sessions, trying to organize dinner with everyone, a really big bed, and constant sex with a group of woman who all love you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Electronic sounds emanated from the 80\"television. The three girls were sat on the edge of the bed, staring intently as they tapped away at controllers. The two characters on screen were fighting, viciously, as the damage percentages rose. \n\nEach girl was well over 200% damage as they dodged, blocked, and did their best to knock their opponents off of the small platform below the characters feet. Taylor smiled, watching the scene play out with his back pressed up against the headboard. \"Don't let her sneak up on you, Lena,\"he called out encouragingly.\n\nThe redhead on the right, controlling the Mario character, simply nodded. Her eyes remained locked on the TV. The brunette in the middle half-turned her head. \"Hey now, that's not fair for you to encourage her but not the rest of us!\"she called out, a bit of mock disappointment in her tone.\n\n\"Oh, I'm sorry Ness. Julie, watch out for Ness' feint. She'll act like she's attacking, make you block, and then hit you afterwards,\"he coached the brunette on Vanessa's left. Vanessa let out a grunt and shook her head.\n\n\"You're just mad I kicked your ass last night,\"she moved the controller, wiggling it in her hands as Bowser hopped towards his prey. \"And you're mad I'm about to kick \\their\\ asses too.\"her last words were more mumbled to herself than anything.\n\n\\Gluck, gluck, gluck\\\n\nTaylor looked down at his crotch to see bright blue eyes staring up at him. Jessie, his first wife, was suckling happily at his cock as he watched the girls fight. Soft kisses were making their way up his legs and towards his crotch as he saw the caramel skinned Olivia appear from under the sheets.\n\n\"We have to hurry,\"he encouraged gently. \"Joy will be in any second to tell us-\"\n\n\"\\\\Dinner's ready, bitches!\\\\\"he heard her voice call out from the kitchen. Taylor looked over to the video gaming girls, and none of them had budged even an inch. \"Get it while it's hot!\"\n\n\"Wrap it up, ladies,\"Taylor said to everyone in the room. Jessie picked up the pace, stroking his cock with her hand while her head bobbed just above it. Olivia tried to push her off to ride him, but Jessie was locked in on her task.\n\n\"Fuck!\"Julie squealed from the front of the bed as her Star Fox was launched into the stratosphere by a particularly vicious Bowser stomp. She tossed her controller down on the bed and laid back, hands up in her dark hair. \"I should have seen that coming,\"she groaned as Nessa and Lena were squaring off. \n\n\"Girls!\"Joy's 6' tall frame appeared in the doorway. She glowered at the 5 girls in the room, each resigned to their own activity while avoiding eye contact with the Harem Matron. \"And Tay,\"she said sweetly before letting her face turn stern again. \"If you bitches aren't in the kitchen to eat in 60 seconds, I'm putting each of you in a belt and making you watch me fuck Taylor tonight. Got it?\"\n\n\"Yes, Miss Joy,\"the girls all called out in unison. Something about the moment sent Taylor's brain over the edge. He was the Master of a harem, 10 girls under his care, and he was as happy as he had ever been. \n\nHis hands sunk into Jessie's blonde hair and he pushed her down. Her nose ground against his lower abs as his cock found its way deep into her throat. Olivia moved closer and began kissing him as he shot a heavy load deep into Jessie's mouth. \n\nHe came down from an orgasmic high, still kissing Olivia, as high-heeled foot steps re-entered the room. Julie hopped up and ran past Joy, just blocking the screen enough for Lena to knock Vanessa off of the platform, securing the win.\n\n\"Fuck yeah!\"the redhead screamed, throwing her hands up in the air in victory. She turned to gloat at the stewing Vanessa, but stopped when she heard the toes of expensive heels tapping against the tile floor. \"Fuck.\"she sighed as she turned slowly. \n\n\"Dinner, now. Lena and Nessa will face punishment. Olivia and Jessie you are excused for servicing the master. Now, get your asses in gear. Supper's getting cold,\"Joy instructed in her commanding tone. Everyone nodded this time, the sexed up trio rolling out of bed and following behind the gamers. \n\n\\This is the life,\\ Taylor thought to himself as he trotted out to the dining room." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Pirates discover a stowaway hiding in their ship's hold. The captain is unhappy that someone's been eating the crew's food without earning his or her keep." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Annabelle sat at the table nervously, twirling a strand of blonde hair as she stared at the table before her. She understood why they were upset, or at least some of the reasons. That was why shed brought her own food- as much as she could pack and carry at least. It had lasted a whole month but shed miscalculated the speed of the ship and had to start sneaking into the galley in the night, spiriting away a few ration bars at a time.\n\nShed hoped that by only taking a little here and there it wouldnt be missed, and for several weeks shed been correct. Alas, like any competent deep space vessel, the crew did routine inventories and found their ration supplies lacking. Found the water and oxygen consumptions a little too high and ships heat radiators a little less efficient.\n\nThe experienced crew deduced a stowaway quickly, and shed fallen right into their trap. Not that it was a complicated trap. The ships executive officer had simply stayed in the galley after lights out. Shed done her usual sneaking routine, except instead of leaving the same way shed entered shed found herself with a ration ball half chewed in her mouth when the lights came back on and she stared across the barrel of a plasma pistol at a very irritated looking officer.\n\nHed seemed both relieved and even more irritated that the stowaway was a mere 100 lbs of girl. A snide remark about her sure eating a lot for her size. Another remark about it being pretty clear where the food went.\n\nHey!\n\nAnna started, wide eyes leaping up to meet the gaze of the man leaning on the table across from her.\n\nSorry!\n\nHe glared a moment longer before sighing. It wasnt the same man that had caught her, this man was some kind of security officer, and even less friendly than the first man.\n\nYouve been aboard since Phobos 44?\n\nYe-yeah. I was hoping to get back to my parents, back in Sol.\n\nWe dont go to Sol.\n\nI figured, but if I can get to a major station Ill find my way.\n\nParents know what ship youre on?\n\nNo\n\nDo they know youre on the way?\n\nNo.\n\nYoure an idiot.\n\nAnna flushed with anger but bit her tongue. It wouldnt do to anger these men, even if she resented the name calling.\n\nHe sighed, do you know what ship youre on?\n\nThe Terran Trade Vessel Perilous Dark.\n\nDo you know what our trade is?\n\n umm, trading?\n\n youre an idiot.\n\nPlease stop calling me that.\n\nDont be an idiot and Ill think about it.\n\nHey! Sir, I know sneaking on board was wrong and Im sor-\n\nWere pirates.\n\nOh.\n\nAnd we dont go to major stations.\n\nOh.\n\nAnd youre the only woman aboard.\n\noh.\n\nAnd you havent been doing your keep.\n\nMy keep?\n\nYou aint useful.\n\nI can be! Images of standing in an airlock in naught but her coveralls while it opened to the black void of deep space flashed through her mind. I can be useful!\n\nYouve got until the beginning of my next shift to think of how, else Ill be telling you how and I suspect you already know what that means.\n\nI uh okay thank you. Ill think of something.\n\nHe stared at her, a brief look of sadness flashing behind his eyes. A look that spoke of familiarity, as if she reminded him of someone hed once cared for. The moment passed and he gestured at a guard before leaving the room. The guard grasped her gently but firmly and guided her from the room towards a cell with a bunk, lavatory, and a small waiting plate of ration balls and water packs.\n\nShe sat on the bunk as the cell locked behind her, racking her brains on what use she could be aboard a pirate vessel in deep space. She liked to play naive, especially since often enough she really was. But she wasnt naive enough to miss the security officers not so subtle hints\n\n(Continues below)" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "It started as a harmless prank at first, but now everybody you date/hookup with turns out to be your shapeshifting roommate. You sweat nervously at tonight's dinner while looking for tells." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I could feel just how sweaty my palms were as I grasped my cold glass of ice water. I'm nervous, and not just because the woman across from me is exactly my type. Short, nerdy but well kempt, shy but not spineless, freckles, glasses, dimples, stunning green eyes. And what was sure to be an amazing body underneath the rather conservative dress.\n\nAll things I'd told my roommate when we were discussing what our perfect date would look like.\n\nShe was talking with me, obviously nervous herself, but eager to discuss our mutual interests. She was acting innocent enough, but I just couldn't shake the feeling that she was a bit too much like who I had described to my roommate. Then again, maybe I was just being overly nervous after having been tricked so many times.\n\nClaire was the fifth woman I'd dated this year, and it was hardly even Summer. I know that all sounds like a lot, but every single one of them ended up being just one date. And so far, they had all been the same person.\n\nMy roommate isn't normal. I don't know if she's just some kind of wizard with makeup and disguises, or, as I had begun to suspect, an actual wizard. Or something unnatural, at least. Each of the dates, with distinctly different women in appearance and mannerism, all turned out to be her at some point, as she revealed that, once again, I'd been tricked. She had laughed and teased me the first few times, but it had really started to eat at me. We'd both stopped laughing after the third time, but she kept on doing it.\n\nNow I couldn't be sure who I was really talking to in most situations. Everyone was suspect. Anyone could be Tanya.\n\nI tried to suss it out of her, asking things that only Tanya would know. She hadn't fallen for a single one, and I slowly began to relax.\n\n\"Is everything okay?\"Claire asked behind our empty desert plates and coffee. \"You seem a little distant.\"\n\nI shook my head, pulling myself back down into the moment. \"Yeah, sorry, I've just been...stressed out lately.\"\n\n\"Aww, I'm sorry to hear that. Anything I can do?\"She asked.\n\n\"Just being you is enough,\"I said, with a smile which she returned brilliantly.\n\nWe made our way slowly to my car and she hesitantly accepted my offer of a nightcap. We chatted amicably during the short drive, something that was becoming easier the more confident I felt that Claire was, well, Claire. I could feel the excited and nervous energy radiating off of her and offered my hand. She grabbed it just a little tightly, smiled, and steadied herself.\n\nWhen we got to my apartment I gave her the nickel tour, letting her know about my roommate, who should be working this evening, and how we'd met in college. She smiled as I told the story of how we'd met - a mad scramble for the last brownie in the cafeteria. Neither of us would give in, so we split it. We'd agreed that we weren't interested in each other romantically, but became best frenemies and moved in together for financial reasons.\n\nClaire smiled and said \"Good friends are super important.\"\n\nWe sat and cuddled for a moment, sipping frequently at our drinks as something mindless, Scrubs I think, played on Hulu. I felt Claire's hand slowly work its way up my thigh under the blanket we were sharing as my own wandered lower and lower on her back, finally gripping her cute bubble butt.\n\nOur breaths grew hot and heavy, and we shared a look into each others eyes before we both lost control and began making out wildly. We clawed at each other's clothes, shunting shirts and pants randomly around the room. I was right, Claire had enormous tits for her frame and a taut, waspy waistline that could only have been the result of corset training. Her thick thighs rounded her out, and I was delighted to find that her freckles splayed across her entire body, like a negative of stars in the night sky.\n\n\"I have a secret,\"she whispered to me while nibbling on my earlobe.\n\nI expected my stomach to sink, but, surprisingly, it held just fine. I kept my eyes closed, waiting for her to continue, but she pulled away. When I looked down at her she was presenting herself to me with a seductive little shake. I eagerly took the invitation and tested her depths with my rock hard cock.\n\n\"Mmmmnh,\"she moaned in a husky response, \"Finally.\"\n\nThrough a grin I asked \"So, what was the secret?\"and did my best to ram into her, interrupting her speech and thought, whenever she tried to answer. We were both on the verge of cumming and her legs were just barely beginning to tremble.\n\nFinally she managed to squeak out \"It's me, Tanya.\"\n\nI slapped her ass hard and continued to rail her into the armrest of the couch. \"I know.\"I gave her a last few frantic thrusts sending both of us into ecstasy together." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "You and your friends are playing a heated game of Monopoly. One of them landed on your property which they cant afford. Not willing to go bankrupt, they strip themselves to get a discount which soon began a trend in the game." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"You know how Monopoly is designed to be unfair? When someone lands on your hotel they give you a big pile of cash, which means you build more hotels while they have to sell theirs? It snowballs like that pretty quickly until someone owns the entire board and everyone else has got nothing.\n\n\"That's why you should never try to make a deal when you're losing. Pay the money like a man, hope you get lucky on the next go round the board, and if not, graciously concede, better luck next time.\n\n\"If you do try to make a deal, make sure it's something you can afford to lose over and over again.\"\n\n-Extract from 'Monopoly: From Board Game to Boardroom' by Devin S. Ruyter.\n\nSomeone who had never read Devin S. Ruyter's bestselling classic was Grace, your sister's best friend and your longtime crush. When she'd started losing, she'd cut a deal: every $1000 discount meant one item of clothing she'd strip off. You'd happily taken that deal, and within three turns she'd landed on your hotel again. \n\nThe other player was Wes, your sister's boyfriend. Your sister had gone to bed an hour ago after she tried to use a Get Out Of Jail Free card to bribe Wes to let her off paying $50 rent and he'd laughed in her face. Yeah, it was that kind of game. Wes landed on your hotel empire shortly after Grace and, laughing, you'd agreed to the same terms.\n\nNow you were fully clothed, piles of brightly-coloured paper money neatly arranged in front of you, and hotels littering your property empire. Wes was down to $100, his shorts, and a dream. Grace had a pile of loose dollars piled in the cup of her bra, which she'd taken off a few turns ago, keeping herself covered with her arms. She rolled: she landed on a hotel. You smirked.\n\n\"Looks like game over,\"Wes said sadly. \"Even if you sell him your panties you can't afford that.\"\n\nGrace frowned. \"Guess that's true,\"she said sadly. \"Dang it. I thought I could get back into it.\"\n\n\"I'm out too, man,\"Wes said, tossing you his single remaining bill. \"I'm shark bait without Grace soaking up the losses.\"\n\nTriumphant, you grabbed the money and got to counting while Wes and Grace commiserated. How much had you managed to amass? Ten thousand? More than that, probably. You were gonna rub this in their face for ages.\n\nYou glanced up from your hoard and there the losers were. Making out. Grace's hand shoved in Wes's shorts rubbing his cock. Wes's hands cupping her big soft tits. \n\n\"Come on, let's find somewhere private,\"Grace whispered, glancing at you.\n\nJoke's on them, though, you thought as Grace led Wes upstairs, your eyes lingering on her ass in her tiny panties as she walked away. You still had all the hotels. You were the winner.\n\n\"Someone once asked me, what's the one rule always to remember when playing Monopoly? I told them this: never forget that there's more to life than a stupid board game.\"\n\n-Devin S. Ruyter." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "You're walking down a road and you stumble upon a notebook. You realize it's like a Death Note except you get to have sex with person whose name you write in it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first name I had written was that of my arrogant coed Kayla. It's not like I had had a major crush on her or anything, but she was kinda hot and her name was just the first to come to mind. I hadn't really expected it to work anyway. Two days later, she joined our fortnightly pub crawl for the first time, got drunk on too many of these colorful girly drinks, asked me if she could crash at my place. Somehow, we got into a dispute (she complained about me being condescending, I told her she was arrogant), and that dispute resulted in some seriously rough and angry sex.\n\nImpressed, but not quite convinced this hadn't just been the power of placebo (banging a drunk coed wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibilities after all), I wrote down the name of the hottest girl in my university, Sarah, a girl I had never even spoken to and had absolutely no reason to (she studies something with biology, I'm an engineer). After a few days of waiting and doing absolutely nothing (Hey, the book promised me sex, I'm not putting in any work!), I had already started to believe that it was nonsense after all, when I suddenly ran into her on this party and she told me something about there not being enough guys there before sucking my cock in the bathroom and then letting me fuck her against the wall outside the building. She was on all kinds of drugs of course, but hey, I'm not complaining!\n\nNow, me randomly scoring with a girl like her was already pretty unlikely. But to really test the powers of this mysterious note, I had to give it a real challenge. I put down the name of the neighbor's daughter, an innocent sweetheart of 18 years. Elizabeth. Would you believe me if I told you that four days later, I buried my cock balls deep in her virgin ass? Well, I don't blame you. But it's true. Due to some unlucky (or rather lucky) circumstances, she couldn't get to school so she had to ask me to drive her. Her friends were so impressed by the \"hot college guy\"(Oh, you!) that dropped her off that she asked me to play her boyfriend, and eventually, with some helpful nudges from me, agreed to spread her legs in return. And apparently, that included anal sex (and one amazingly good throatfuck)!\n\nI put down a few more names of random hot girls I knew, which resulted in some fairly memorable experiences including, but not limited to, screwing my high school teacher in a deserted cafeteria, tying the cute cashier from the local supermarket to my bed and fucking her silly, and shoving my dick down a pizza girl's throat before putting the money for the pizza in her panties. Eventually, I decided to write down my sister's name. The next time I visited my family, we ended up on the coach watching TV together after my parents had gone to bed; and for some reason we had the idea to watch a porno, and somehow, unbelievably, her hands found their way into my pants, and we had a night of nervous, excited, amazing sex.\n\nOnly after this border was crossed, I realized what this power meant. Anyone. I had already been pretty happy with being able to fuck anyone I know, but if the name was enough, I could also pick people I didn't know. Famous people.\n\nTwo days after fucking my sister, I wrote down Emilia Clarke. Twelve days later, I had a snack at some godforsaken diner, when Emilia Fucking Clarke showed up, angrily shouting into her phone. Apparently her car had broken down and she really needed to be somewhere. So I offered her a ride, and in a hurry, she gave me a hotel address and told me that she would thank me properly for my help if I went there the next evening. I did. She wore red lingerie and she moaned like a whore.\n\nI tried the same with seventeen more celebrities. It took a lot of time for some - I had to wait four months before I got to ram Barbara Palvin doggystyle and cover her face in cum - but it worked every single time. In a year, I had gone from a nobody who had average success with girls to the defiler of starlets.\n\nThere was just one more thing I had to try out. Girls I knew, no problem. Celebrities, apparently no problem either. But could it be...could it actually be possible to...\n\nWith trembling hands, I wrote down \"Sansa Stark\"." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "What's a busy, on-the-go succubus to do when she's hungry? Paint a scene at a \"fast food\"restaurant in the abyssal plane." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I went for a u/Terathial inspired integrated world rather than the abyssal plane, hopefully it turned out alright.\n\n\n------\n\n\nWelcome to Quickie, the succubus behind the counter said, adopting a customer-service smile full of pointy teeth. Who can I get for you?\n\n\nHmm Nelzari hummed, tapping her lower lip with a sharp fingernail as she considered the menu. A young woman sounds good.\n\n\nAlright. The succubus tapped at her registers screen. Would you like her to be cold, warm, or hot?\n\n\nNelzari knew that warm was normal and hot was desperate for an orgasm, but Cold?\n\n\nIts the winter special. Their rooms are made a little chilly to give them goosebumps and hard nipples, and youre provided with extra tools for temperature play.\n\n\nAfter a moment, Nelzari shook her head. Nah, Ill just take her warm.\n\n\nOkay any kink preferences?\n\n\nNope.\n\n\nBody type?\n\n\nPetite, please.\n\n\nThe succubus tapped her screen a few more times and frowned. Sorry, the only petite young woman we have is hot right now. Is that okay?\n\n\nThats fine.\n\n\nAlright She took Nelzaris offered credit card and swiped it through the machine before handing it back. Shes in booth twelve. You have fifteen minutes unless you get an extension, and make sure to read the rules. Enjoy your meal! The succubus flashed her a bright smile and turned to the next customer in line as Nelzari walked down the row of numbered doors. The light above twelve was green, so she stepped inside the little room. The lower half of a womans body protruded through a shaped hole in the wall, comfortably supported by leg rests and secured by soft straps around her ankles and knees. Arousal drooled from her swollen lower lips, dripping down her inner thigh. A little shelf on the wall held a selection of vibrators, dildos, plugs, and strap-ons. Just above the woman's waist and next to an intercom panel was a sign penned in curly female handwriting:\n\n\nHi, Im J! Glad to be serving you\n\n\nKinks: teasing, light pain, light scratching, orgasm control, dirty talk, being submissive\n\n\nLimits: blood, bathroom stuff, extreme pain, anything that leaves lasting marks (spanking is okay!)\n\n\nThere was also the normal permanent warning etched into a metal plate: Exceeding the limits set out by the establishment and participant(s) is punishable by law. Participant(s) may cancel a session at any time, for any reason... and so on. Nelzari pressed the intercom toggle and almost immediately a green light on the panel lit up as the woman on the other side did the same, making their communication two-way. She trailed her nails up the womans thigh and murmured, Hello, J.\n\n\nH-Hello, miss, came the breathy, slightly British accented reply. \n\n\nYoure very ready for me. Nelzari teased a finger over Js slit and licked off the collected juices, making an appreciative noise. Mmm, tasty I want to just eat you up.\n\n\nPlease do, miss, J gasped. The last one, she was a terrible tease.\n\n\nNelzari chuckled, kneeling down on the cushioned floor to put her breath on Js needy pussy. Is that so? You want me to... Her long, flexible tongue darted out, lapping up more of the pleasant-tasting arousal and drawing out a moan. Js legs tensed as she tried to hump forwards, restrained by the straps.\n\n\nYes! Please, miss, its been hours...\n\n\nMhm... Nelzari kissed the womans hard clit, amused. Some succubi preferred to feed off unsatisfied lust, but shed never gotten a taste for it. She liked making people writhe in pleasure, and orgasmic release was just delicious. Dont worry, darling. Ill take care of you.\n\n\nOh, thank you, thank yo-ooou! Her words turned into a high-pitched moan as Nelzari started to lick her in earnest. There was no real point in building up to anything when J was this desperate, and it took her less than a minute to find out exactly how J liked it. Low groans and frantic, incoherent pleading spilled through the speakers while Nelzari lapped at her with practiced ease, working towards sating her hunger. A thought suddenly struck her and she sat back, making J thrust her hips against nothing and whimper, Nooo\n\n\nSorry. Nelzari licked her lips. I meant to ask if you can have multiple orgasms.\n\n\nN-No, miss Im sorry\n\n\nIts not your fault just a little kink of mine. She dove back in, forcing out a ragged moan as she focused all her attention on Js clit. She remembered the sign and brought her hands up to Js exposed thighs, leaving mild red lines with her pointy nails and earning a full-body quiver. Nelzari could tell her climax was fast approaching, and another gentle scrape along the sensitive flesh made J cry out as she tipped over the edge, her legs tense and trembling. Hot, blissful pleasure washed over them both, soothing the empty feeling inside Nelzari as she smiled and continued to lick. \n\n\nWhen J was limp and struggling to draw breath, she stood up, leaning in for a last kiss on her thigh and murmuring, Thanks.\n\n\n...thank you miss\n\n\n------\n\n\nAll comments and criticisms are welcome." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The star player on the varsity volleyball team starts a trend of slapping her teammates on the ass to promote camaraderie and team spirit. It's also because she secretly fucking loves it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Come in, Casey.\n\nThe counselors office was dim lit and stale, like a little box that the counselor lived in. He was a schmuck looking guy. Some pencil-dick 40-something in a brown shapeless suit. As I let myself into his office, he gestured at the chair in front of his desk. Take a seat.\n\nSo I sat. I smoothed the pleats of my skirt and folded my hands in my lap, giving Mr. Miles a cool look that was supposed to say: Go ahead. Do your worst.\n\nDo you know why I called you in here?\n\nNot really, sir.\n\nMr. Miles frowned and stared hard at me with a furrowed brow, as if he was puzzling out whether or not I was lying. It was just like I expected. He wasnt going to have the spine to actually lecture me about what happened. Looking uncomfortable, he cleared his throat.\n\nI heard about an incident in the locker room earlier. Do you know anything about that? \n\nAn incident? I replied coyly. Like what?\n\nLike, uhh, he cleared his throat again and concentrated on his desk bobble heads. There were some coaches coming forward about an.. orgy...happening in the girls locker room after the championship. \n\nIn spite of my efforts, a tiny smile crossed my face. An orgy, really? Thats what theyre calling it? \n\nWhat would you call it?\n\nMe and a couple of the girls were just messing around.\n\nMr. Miles seemed to regain some confidence. I feel thats an understatement. He reached into his desk and pulled out a Manila envelope and began to thumb through several papers inside. I also am seeing here that there has been a lot of inappropriate touching on the girls volleyball team over the last few weeks, with reports saying you...hit other teammates on their bottoms?\n\nThats fucking ridiculous. I tossed my hair. The football team slaps each others asses all the way to the forty line yard, but If I do it, its inappropriate.\n\nWhy dont you tell me how it all started, Miss Mackenzie.\n\nFine, I said.\n\n\n\nI dont remember how it started, exactly. The ass-slapping, I mean. Actually, thats a fucking lie because I know exactly what started it: Lanas tiny little volleyball shorts. \n\nBeing bi, its always a little bit of a struggle to not notice how fucking hot my teammates are. Its not like I can help it. \n\nAlexis has perfect tits and she always flaunts them around the locker room and shows them off proudly in the shower. \n\nDany has a tight little body and skin the color of toffee, which is my favorite. \n\nAnd Lana? Lana has a thicc ass, and every time she walks past me, I want to bury my face in it. The only problem is Im like the only bi girl in my whole school, so the only thing I can do is fantasize about them. \n\nThat was working for me just fine until a few weeks ago. All the sudden Lana shows up to practice with new volleyball shorts. \n\nIm only human. I saw the juicy peach bottom just bursting out of those shorts and I could barely hold my shit together all practice. I had to feel it. I was planning it all out, how to cop a quick squeeze and make it seem natural. But hello- theres no way to do that without being a creeper. So I came up with another idea: I could make it funny. \n\nAll I needed was an opportunity. And there is a god because in the last half hour Lana spiked a serve that one of the JV girls made and the whole crew was giving her props. So I grinned and gave her a high five, but let my momentum keep going and slapped her right ass cheek with a solid smack, letting my fingers sink slightly into that delicious booty fat. \n\nGet it, bitch! I hollered. Were going to destroy Bellevue next week. \n\nAnd.. it worked. Lana cracked up and twerked her ass right there for the whole crew, we all busted up laughing. \n\nI really only planned it as like, this one time thing. I never expected it to take off like it did.\n\n\n\nto be continued in following comments..." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Your vampire roommate just came back from the mall. Since she can't use a mirror, she was hoping you could help her out, and tell her how all the underwear she just bought looks on her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You...want me to look at you...in your underwear?\n\nShe happily nods her head like the answer is obvious and he wipes at his face, shifting a little on the bed he sits on.\n\nOkay, he murmurs, vaguely gesturing towards her with both his hands, Okay. I...think we missed a couple steps in this conversation.\n\nYknow, she starts, rolling her eyes before she digs into one of her shopping bags, Most people dont complain about seeing me half-naked.\n\nYeah, well, most people usually get your teeth in their neck, he says, an unimpressed look on his face, So, they might be a little preoccupied. Just throwing it out there.\n\nAfter putting a few items on the bed, she tosses her arms up in the air and turns to look at him with raised eyebrows. Her eyes wide like hes the weird one.\n\nLook, she says, tone exasperated, I dont know why youre making this so complicated.\n\nGonna be more complicated if you take off your clothes, he mumbles and she huffs out an irritated breath in response.\n\nWhat, he says, a little whine in his voice, You know Im right. I dont want things to be weird between us.\n\nIt doesnt have to be though, she pleads but he just gives her a flat look.\n\nBut what Im trying to understand is why youre asking me to do this, he says, raking his fingers through his hair, You never had a problem picking out your clothes before.\n\nTheres a pause where she crosses her arms, shifts her feet. Her lips are pressed in a thin line.\n\nJust- listen, ok? she says, tired in the tone of her voice, the slump of her shoulders, You know I wasnt like this originally, right?\n\nIn response, he nods slowly. He remembers when she told him 2 years ago, when she had almost bitten him and things were tense, when he trusted her as far as he could throw her. She had told him that she was new to this and she had just recently changed; that she was in a car accident and this had been the only way to save her life.\n\nAnd how she hadnt wanted to change in the first place.\n\nI-I thought I was used to this shit already, she spits, a bitter laugh wobbling her words as she paces the room, But it still sucks. I cant see myself in mirrors o-or pictures or even in a fucking puddle and if I want to I cant afford the technology that does it. I-I-I know I cant age anymore but I feel like...like Im forgetting what I look like anymore.\n \nShe stops, turns to him and his breath catches at the look on her face. Shes all glistening eyes and slanted eyebrows and quivering lips but shes like fire. Standing tall with her jaw and fists clenched, determined in the jut of her chin. \n\nBut, Ill be damned, she says, locks her gaze with his, Ill be damned if I dont feel proud of how I look. And if it means asking you how my panties fit, then Ill do it.\n\nHe swallows, runs his sweaty palms down his thighs and he wants to say a lot of things to her in this moment. Like You always look pretty, or Youre breathtaking like this, when youre passionate and relentless, or Ive been attracted to you for awhile now and seeing you without your clothes might just break me.\n\nBut, he doesnt say any of those things. He only nods his head.\n\nOkay, he says softly, Okay, Ill do it.\n\nHe watches as her face slowly lights up until shes smiling down at him, her cheeks straining with it, her eyes scrunched at the corners and oh, boy is he in trouble.\n\nYoure beautiful when youre happy, he doesnt say." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The curse makes whatever gender you're into irresistibly attracted to you. Its sounds cool on the surface but, you're pansexual, so now EVERYONE wants to fuck you." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "At first, you thought it was a joke.\n\nYour favorite adult store, Smut 4 All, ran a No Nut November challenge. Somehow, through sheer will and the grace of the divines, you were the only patron to complete the challenge. The night of December 1st was filled with porn, orgasms, and sticky surfaces.\n\nThe second day, you receive a package. You open it to see a note, and a cock ring.\n\nThe note read: \"Congratulations on being the sole survivor of our No Nut November challenge. We'd like to show our thanks for your resilience by providing you this complementary cock ring, guaranteed to ensure you'll enjoy your Dick Destroyer December. From your pals at Smut 4 All.\"\n\nNever to deny a free sex toy, you wore it. It wasn't a problem for you that you never found a way to take it off, nor was it a problem that you almost always had a boner (at least, it wasn't after you decided to forego underwear). It was the attraction.\n\nYou noticed some coworkers staring to get touchy-feely on you. Derek from accounting, Pam from HR, and even that one intern that you never managed to remember her name, they all got close. Very close.\n\nIt was like an actual porn movie; everyone trying to get some from you. It got to the point that work was a daily orgy, and there was at least someone you got to take home.\n\nBut then it became weird. Everytime you walked down the street, you felt eyes on you. Last time you were in a supermarket, the cashier offered to accept your payment in dick. Taking the cab home, the driver locked the doors and refused to let you leave until you fucked him. You had to smash the windows to escape, something you hope doesn't come back to you. Now every time you're in eyesight, a horde of people are running to you to fuck.\n\nIt's only the 14th, and you're stuck at home. Despite everything you've done, the cock ring doesn't come off. Your dick is sore, your balls have been drained ten times over, and you're covered in scratches and bruises. At your wit's end, you do the one thing you've sworn you'll never do:\n\nYou called your asexual friend for a favor.\n\n...\n\nNow you're stuck in your apartment with your friend playing video games. You had hoped to keep your home a sacred ground only for you and your one night stand or fuckbuddy. You had hoped that, with your raging erection, your friend would drop off supplies and quickly leave in disgust. Instead, you now have a them cuddling you every second of the day. \n\nIn the shower, sleeping, and even reading. They have snuggled you every second that you either allowed it, or let your guard down. After a while, it isn't too bad; your friend at least carries a conversation beyond sex, and is a solid player two in the video games you have available. \n\nAll you hope is that once the year ends, so does the curse." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"I pronounce you man and wife, you may now impregnate the bride.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Honey, you knew I wanted a traditional Avaiki wedding, Lunalilo said, her hand on my cheek.\n\nI scanned the room. We were surrounded by friends and family, our loved ones and those dearest to our hearts. My blushing was already unbuttoning my shirt. You didnt really go into what that entailed, though\n\nI gave you a book. Didnt you read it? she asked. She tugged my shirt off of my arms, baring my chest. Her relatives looked on with stoic approval, especially the elders. Mine simply looked baffled and shocked. \n\nI mean, I was so busy with wedding planning that I really didnt, uh, I paused at the sight of her peeling off her leafy top, exposing her beautiful, brown breasts, firm and soft, to everyone assembled. Her chocolate brown nipples had already hardened like ripe blueberries. I swallowed deeply, having to fight every instinct to cover up her nudity. And yet despite it all, I felt myself straining against my pants. I didnt really have the time.\n\nWell, it was all in there. And you said it was okay, she chided me. Her hands lowered to her tapa skirt, and it soon dropped to the floor around her ankles. My eyes widened at the realization she had gone through the entire ceremony without any underwear, only a small patch of dark hair remained to hide her body from everyone watching. Are you going to make me do everything? she asked. She sighed and got to her knees and began getting my pants off of me.\n\nAs much as I tried to will my cock into flaccidity, I knew there was no way that was going to happen, not with a nude, tanned beauty on her knees fumbling for my cock. Could I really do this? Impregnate my newlywed wife in front of everyone? I wasnt sure I had a choice, though, I thought to myself, watching the dedication with which Lunalilo was removing my pants and boxers. One last tug and my hard cock sprung free. Was I flattering myself, or did her cousins seem particularly impressed all of a sudden?\n\nI didnt have long to contemplate that, though. Luna pushed me down onto the soft cushions behind me and straddled me. The guests leaned forward, unwilling to miss the big moment. She grasped my throbbing cock firmly and guided it between her lips. I could feel the warmth of it, its moisture. She caught my look of confusion and smirked. I made sure Id be ready for you, she whispered. \n\nShe lowered herself onto me, engulfing my cock with her womanhood, her lips parting to swallow my shaft. I groaned and squirmed, entrapped by her tight warmth. Her hands ran up my stomach to my chest as she began to ride me, her breasts jiggling, her hair bouncing. I grabbed her ass with both hands and helped guide her. If I were stuck in this situation, I could at least make the best of it. \n\nWe had never fucked without a condom before. And now, our first time fucking bareback, and we had an audience. Dozens of people who knew us well were now watching Luna and I make love, our first sex of our lives as a married couple. I tried to ignore the number of cell phones out, although I made a note to collect as many videos as possible afterwards.\n\nHer hips gyrated around me. My cock helpless inside her, unable to escape her clutches, not that I thought I had the strength of will to stop her now even if I thought she might agree. I bucked my hips, forcing myself deeper, aware that more than a few of those watching had already begun to touch themselves. Hands vanished into skirts and pockets. Her sister licked her lips. All these people, assembled here to watch me cum inside my wife, to watch me mark her as my own on our wedding day, staring at us as she rode my cock with such passion, as her tight, little cunt gripped and squeezed my cock, thirsty for my seed I could feel my body trembling, I couldnt last much longer.\n\nI took her breasts in both hands and squeezed her hard, her nipples against my palms. I moaned her name. A beaming smile grew across her face. She could feel what was coming and she wanted it badly. She leaned down and kissed me hard, our lips melding, our tongues entangled, her soft breasts pressing against my chest while her quim milked my cock to its explosive finish. \n\nHer name escaped my lips, muffled by her mouth, as my whole body shook. My cock throbbed inside her, pulsating, my essence emptying inside her, filling her up with warm cum, as waves of pleasure coursed through me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close, her heart beating in time with my own and we fulfilled our most primal purpose together. The crowd applauded politely, as though we had just finished a duet. Slowly, our movements and breaths slowed. I opened my eyes and looked into her adoring face. \n\nWelcome to the family, her father said. I turned to face the father of the woman I had just inseminated, my cock still inside her. His hand stretched out towards me. I took it and shook it firmly.\n\nThank you." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The armor gives her powers, but being trapped in it has made her miss the finer details of life. Real food, rather than the armors direct energy to nutrient transformation, Sleep instead of the armor keeping her brain and body in perfect condition all day every day. But what she misses most..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Why she tortured herself by watching him, Olivia didn't know. She couldn't be with him. Couldn't touch him. Couldn't feel him touch her. Not as she was now. Not as a freak of nature bound in metal and wires.\n\nBesides, legally, she was dead.\n\nMemory was a strange thing to her nowadays. She remembered everything. She remembered meals she had on the exact days she had them, six years ago. She could remember every face she met, every name attached to those faces, and what they were wearing when she met them. \n\nShe could remember the explosion in the lab down to the minute detail. Could recall, with ease, the blaring warning sirens and the flashing red light that told her and everyone else interning for Andrew Stryker that they were to evacuate the building immediately. She could remember the split second she had to register fright just before the blast. She had a feeling she remembered the pain, too, as her arms and legs and torso--pretty much all of her--were blown to smithereens...But that just couldn't be...There wouldn't have been enough time for her to even conceive of the pain.\n\nThen her first memory in this new life. A feeling of being switched on. It wasn't like waking up. It was exactly like booting up a laptop. Off. Then on. She didn't need to blink. She felt...\n\nNo. She didn't feel. Not literally.\n\nShe imagined she felt cold. \n\nThen she looked down at herself: purple and white steel covering her. Her breasts were gone. Her hands were metal gauntlets. She was utterly sexless. \n\nThen she caught a glimpse of her reflection, and she recalled a scream that seemed to go on and on in her tin can head.\n\nThat was just one of the few benefits of this new body of hers. Now that it didn't have to worry about silly things like food and water, or making cells, or about working the immune system, or making sure the whole digestion thing worked out, her brain had plenty of time to focus on just being a brain. The only senses left to her now were sight and hearing.\n\nTouch was what she missed most nowadays. She wished she could feel anything soft or furry. Just something more than cold, unfeeling metal. \n\nShe missed her parents. She missed her stuck up little sister, Brenda, and doting older brother Philip. Missed her dog Goldie. Missed her friends and her job--before it went boom. \n\nBut mostly, she missed him.\n\nAnd he had moved on apparently.\n\nAnd why shouldn't he? It had been a year and a half. Olivia had moved on, too. To an extent. At the very least it was a routine she had settled into. She was a big super hero for the Stryker Company. She stopped the bad guys. She made the world safe. \n\nShe'd give all of that for him in a heartbeat.\n\nShe'd give anything for a heartbeat.\n\nThe woman he lay in bed with stirred. She sat upright and stared out into the night, almost searching for something. But she would see nothing. Apart from being dark out, Olivia was in stealth mode. One could do that when they were basically a robot. \n\nThe woman was attractive. Kyle definitely had a type. She looked tall, black, and thin. Her breasts were smaller than Olivia's had been, but this woman had a less angular face. Her nose was bigger than Olivia's, but her hair was straight. Not the wild mess of curls Olivia's had been. \n\nOlivia suddenly thought something petty at that moment, and she hated herself for it.\n\nI was way hotter.\n\nShe needed to go. She had to get away from that place, where she once shared a home with Kyle. Where they watched shows on Netflix and made dinner together. Where they made love in that bed he currently slept in with Ms. Fantastic Straight hair.\n\nOlivia flew back to the Stryker building. Her boss, a attractive white guy with a goatee in his mid forties asked where she'd been.\n\n\"Just making some rounds,\"she said, in a voice that was identical to the one she had before. \"Turning in now.\"\n\n\"Sure you're alright, kid?\"he asked, frowning. \n\n\"No,\"Olivia said, sighing artificially. \"But I guess I will be once I reboot.\"\n\n\"Wake up, you mean,\"he corrected, sadly. Almost pityingly. \"You're still a person.\"\n\nShe made a noise almost identical to a human snort. \"Sure, boss. Sure I am.\"\n\n\"Gary in R&D got back to me about the Synth,\"he said. \"Seems promising. I can get a prototype ready in four weeks.\"\n\n\"Don't bother,\"Olivia said. \"Unless it's a real, human body, I don't want it. Synthetic would just be a slightly more attractive version of what I am now.\"\n\nShe clanked away before he could say anything more. Stryker was a nice man. The explosion wasn't his fault. It was his money and technology that saved Olivia's life, when no one else survived. He meant well. She knew this. \n\nBut she couldn't help but feel that he didn't really care. He just felt guilty.\n\nShe returned to her room. It looked like a regular room that could belong to a woman in her late twenties. Even had a bed. Not that she slept in a bed. \n\nShe just powered herself down until it was time to do it all again tomorrow." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"For my final wish, I wish porn wasn't so unrealistic.\"\"Granted! Reality is now far more like porn!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Granted! Reality is now far more like porn!\"\n\n\"...That wasn't what I meant!\"Lisa protested.\n\nThe genie flashed his devilish smile. \"You know what they say about carefully wording your wishes. You're lucky I was nice about your other ones. 'Any man or woman falling for you', that could have been interpreted differently.\"\n\nThis, of course, wasn't your standard run-of-the-mill genie. Nearly all genies won't take wishes relating to romance or love, and they typically lump just about anything sexual in nature into that category. This was a rare \"erotic\"genie, who instead only granted wishes about sex and love. Lisa, who found this genie inside her most recent dildo purchase, was perplexed at first, but after careful thought, came up with her three most perverted desires. First, the ability to have sex with anyone she desired. Second, the stamina to stay aroused for as long as she desired. And third, for when she wanted her alone time, some damn realism in her porn.\n\nLisa shrugged. The genie was probably just messing with her, and even if not, it probably wouldn't be a big deal. He snapped his fingers, and a shimmering wave passed through Lisa's bedroom and out into the road -- the world changing at Lisa's \"request\", it seemed. The genie winked at her and disappeared into a puff of smoke.\n\nShe looked down at the dildo he came from, and decided that wishes one and two could wait. First, she wanted to see how porn had changed. She pulled out her phone and flipped through a few of her favorite sites. Looked like nothing much had changed -- the same contrived setups and over-the-top acting all seemed to be there. Maybe she just had to look harder?\n\nLisa pulled down her panties and started to scroll through a few videos. She spread her legs, gently massaged her clit, and teased herself a bit with her new dildo while settling on the \"right\"video. Even though not much seemed different, Lisa still loved porn. Almost as much as she loved sex, to be honest.\n\nShe moaned with pleasure as she slid the dildo inside her wet pussy, its unique shape hitting her in just the right way. All of a sudden, some movement on the balcony caught her attention. It was a window-washer, his eyes glued to Lisa and his hand stroking his hard cock.\n\nLisa sat up in shock. She covered herself in her bedsheet and ran over the window, flinging it open. \"What the fuck do you think you're doing?\"The window-washer barely reacted, perhaps feigning a bit of shame. \"I'm sorry, ma'am, it's just, what you were doing was so sexy, and I thought, maybe, we could do it together?\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"Fuck, he really did make the world more like porn.\"\n\n\\---\n\nThe next couple of days were exhausting. Porn scenarios were popping up everywhere. No matter where Lisa went, she was constantly walking in on strangers having sex in inappropriate locations, only for them to ask her to join. Wherever she walked, sketchy looking men would offer her money for a nude photoshoot. In stores and restaurants, women kept pulling down their tops to flash each other, barely making an attempt to hide it.\n\nNot once did Lisa go into a changing room, locker room, or bathroom without there being people having sex. Every bathroom stall she used had a gloryhole with a dick sticking through it. Every meeting at work seemed to end in an orgy.\n\nOf course Lisa participated in some of this. She was still as horny as before, and she didn't mind all the extra opportunity. But people's bodies seemed to change as well. Half the women had huge, oversized tits and asses. Every penis was at least 8\"long. And every guy wanted to cum on her face, for obvious reasons. The worst part was the dialogue. No one would shut up. Every second was filled with screaming, moaning, or excessive dirty talk.\n\nA week had passed and Lisa got home from work, tired from all the fucking and sucking of the last few days. Eager to just chill out and relax, she decided to use her new dildo again. After a couple strokes...she saw its magic smoke once again fill the room, and the erotic genie appeared.\n\nHe looked down at her exhausted gaze and her cum-stained shirt, and let out a bellowing laugh. \"So, have you learned your lesson yet?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Her power to create duplicates of herself was useful for much more than just heroics..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Superheroics was ninety percent theatrics. The heroes knew it, the villains knew it. It was a silent agreement, an unbreakable code of honor. Breaking it would cause the wrath of hero and villain alike to come crashing down upon you. (Of course, that bit was theatrics as well. Gotta remain consistent.)\n\nIn public, the heroine who went by Triplicate had a very basic laundry list of powers. Enhanced strength and agility, basic self-defense training...and the unique power to create two copies of herself to fight alongside her. Going into fights with the numbers advantage typically was enough to get her by, even if she felt every blow inflicted upon her duplicates. Besides, posing with her clones made for very good front page splashes on newspapers and websites. Three identical, busty blonde women in masks and latex? The media ate that up.\n\nBut Triplicate's powers weren't as limited as she made them sound. Two duplicates was nothing. Three, four, twenty...child's play. Of course, suddenly calling forth an army every time she fought a villain was hardly sporting. So she got creative.\n\nTriplicate got together with the Sculptor, a C-rank villain content to fight up-and-comers with the power to alter a person's appearance. And with his help, she suddenly had a very lucrative source of alternate income. Copies of her, with different names and faces, dominated the sex work industry. She never had to worry about disease, or pregnancy, or even injury. The damaged duplicate would simply fade from existence, replaced just as easily with an equally attractive clone.\n\nThings got very interesting when she made friends with the hero, Rubberman. Suddenly, her range of options increased. With Rubberman's brush, a copy of her could have limbs added or removed, be shrunken down, or even converted into an inanimate sex toy entirely. It didn't take long for copies of her to be all over the city, fucking and sucking and being used by men and women alike.\n\nIt was good money, after all. And remember that bit about being able to feel every \"blow\"inflicted upon her duplicates?\n\nSuffice to say, Triplicate was quite pleased with her decision." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "According to your best friend, it's National 'fuck your best friend' day. You'd never heard if it and you couldn't find much of anything about it online, but they seem to feel very festive about it. You'd hate to ruin their holiday." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just keep eating your pancakes, I kept telling myself. But, despite my best efforts I had to look down, and there she was - my best friend, shay, with a mouth full of my cock. Pancakes completely forgotten, I tried to focus on not cumming too soon as shay switched to licking my balls. I wasn't going to last too much longer, and Shay could tell as she stroked my cock and pointed it directly at her face. Unable to hold on any longer, I started to shoot directly into her open mouth and onto her face. As Shay continued to lick and stroke my now deflating cock, she looked up into my eyes and said, \"Happy Fuck Your Best Friend Day! Eat up while I clean up. We have a busy day ahead!\"\n\nAs my best friend popped up from under the table and bounced to the sink to do the dishes, still only wearing a tiny apron that did little to hide her c-cups and nothing to hide her round ass, I thought back to the events of this morning in disbelief. I had awoken to the smell of pancakes cooking, and had rolled out of bed and headed for the door. Shay was probably just making breakfast for whatever guy she brought home last night. \n\nShay and I had been best friends since high school and had agreed to room together after college since both of us had starter jobs and couldn't afford much. Shay was everything I wasn't socially. While I had virtually no dating life, she brought home a new guy at least once a week who I then had to listen to banging shay through the thin walls of our apartment. It was okay though - at least I could imagine it was me making Shay moan and beg for more. \n\nBut, as I was just stepping out the door, I heard Shay say, \"Hungry?\"I turned to see my best friend standing holding a plate of pancakes and wearing only a tiny apron. For a second, I was frozen in place, but I finally made my way to the table and sat down. Shay, pushed her tits into my arm as she placed the plate in front of me, and stroked my growing cock as she placed a napkin in my lap. I took a sip of the steaming coffee in front of me...maybe the hot liquid would wake me from my dream. Just then I felt cold air on my cock followed by warmth and wetness. I looked down to see my best friend, who had previously shown no interest in me, under the table making love to my dick with her mouth.\n\nI snapped out of my reverie as Shay appeared in the doorway wearing the shortest skirt I had ever seen and a halter top that accentuated her clearly braless tits. \"Are you going to get dressed so that we can go shopping, or what?\"she said playfully. As she approached me, she saw that I was in no condition to get dressed, my eight-inch dick rock hard. \"Well, I guess we'll have to take care of this first,\"she said hiking up her skirt and sinking onto my cock in one smooth motion. As she began to circle her hips, she moaned and said, \"why was I bringing all these losers home when the cock of my dreams was in the next room?\"\n\nDid this mean that I had more than just today to look forward to? I laid my head back and watched Shay's bouncing tits as I marveled at my transformed life." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The goddess of lust, sealed for a century by the followers of the god of purity, tormented by the powers of her own domain, kept in constant pleasure, constantly on the edge of climax but never over. But today the seal has broken..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It starts small. \n\nIt starts with the shifting of the earth, and a rock, the size of a fist, dislodging and falling. A hairline crack forms.\n\nIt starts small.\n\nIt starts in dreams. Soft pink ecstasy begins to leak into the abstract of the unconscious mind. Fantasies become more solid, more realistic, ideas begin popping up unwarranted. Limits are passed, the taboo becomes intriguing. Idle hands stop being so idle.\n\nIt starts small. \n\nThose of the church of the god of purity believe in the absolute power of their holy god. The temptress he locked away could never break his holy seal. This is agreed upon at all levels of the church. The fantasies are just a test sent to remind them of their own impure biology, nothing more.\n\nSo it was nothing when multiple sisters began coming to confession with more and more fantasies and ideas and things blasphemous, just the faithful turning to their lord as they should in times of need.\n\nIt was nothing when priests woke to sticky sheets, lingering wisps of lust and a profound sense of . . . unfulfillment, of need, of almost.\n\nIt was nothing when some sisters begin hearing begging and pleading in their dreams, promising anything and everything if they would just let her . . .\n\nIt starts small.\n\nIt was something when two sisters of the church were found in carnal embrace, their holy robes and habits and godly icons tossed aside. The scripture and the commandments were clear, and they were stripped of their rank, their honor, and place in the church, and were banished, with only a set of very modest clothes, and enough coin for a night (sinners they may be, but cruelty was never the god of purity's purvey, was it?). Purity was restored and something became nothing once more.\n\nIt starts small.\n\nIf nobody noticed, then it was nothing when the recently banished sisters started hearing the voice of the one begging more clearly. Barely coherent though it was, in between the pleading and moaning, were directions. Banished though they were, they couldn't not help, it was not in their nature. Every night, there was moaning and begging and pleading and a wave of pink ecstasy cradled them, engulfing them in a soft embrace.\n\nWith no one to witness but each other, then it was nothing when the two former sisters began their trek to a place they'd only seen in those dreams. It was nothing when each night, they touched and licked and kissed and sank into the soft pink ecstasy, passing out after hours of pleasure and love, unbound from the rules and scriptures.\n\nIt starts small.\n\nIt was nothing to them, easy really. No one could see them as they left their modest clothes in a heap, and continued on in the nude. The closer they got, the more the pink ecstasy overwhelmed them, and their travel slowed to a snails pace, as they stopped to give in to the waves of love and pleasure and lust that got stronger and stronger . . . \n\nIt was something when the climaxes stopped. No matter what they did, fingers, lips, tongues, nothing could push them over that edge that they'd become so enamored with, so addicted to. The images from their dreams flashed more urgently in their minds, now constantly hazy with the pink ecstasy beyond the nighttime hours. Their pace quickened, hoping that those images would release them to dive into the pink pleasure they desperately needed.\n\nIt starts small.\n\nIt starts in a cave, hidden from the world. \n\nIt starts in a cave, with murals engraved on the walls, warning all of what was sealed here.\n\nIt starts with a pair of lust-drunk nude worshippers stumbling into the chamber, eyes glazed over.\n\nIt starts with a statue, chained to pillars before an alter.\n\nIt starts with an offering, worshippers impaling their virginhoods on the alter, their purity sacrificed.\n\nIt starts with a loving embrace and kisses from their new mother goddess, she who had been calling, begging, pleading.\n\nIt starts with a fall, deeper into the pink haze, deeper in to the ecstasy than they'd ever gone before.\n\nIt starts with a scream, one note harmonized in trinity of absolute release, of mind obliterating pleasure, of becoming undone and remade. Of becoming Mother and Daughters.\n\nIt starts small.\n\nBut it doesn't stay that way.\n\n\n--------------------\n--------------------\n\n\nGod damn 1:00 AM horny inspiration, hope you like it!" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "An elf agreed to house sit and take care of her friend's pet. Her friend neglected to mention that the pet in question was a tentacle monster or just what \"taking care of it\"entailed..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "From the moment she entered the home, there was an awkward silence.\n\nElise sat on the edge of her friend's couch. Assuming that the pet would've been a puppy or something, she came in a more modern and human-inspired outfit. A killer combination known as an oversized hoodie and knee high black socks. It was casual and comfortable - two adjectives that were the complete opposite of her own state at this very moment, and the apparel had absolutely nothing to do with that.\n\nWhat was however, was the small, plant sized set of tendrils lazily waving about on the other side of the sofa. Elise was told that its name was, 'Orio', prior to her visit. As she suspected correctly, it was in reference to its black and white color scheme, though instead of spots on a mutt or cat, the colors of the tendrils themselves were what alternated. Luckily, for all she could tell, the strange beast was still at an immature size and form, and though its tentacles were no longer than her own fully extended arm, she still was quite weary of the pet.\n\nIn truth, Elisa has had trouble with tentacles like this in the past. A few times, actually.\n\nA girl who was always keen on exploration and uncovering all of the world's secrets, she's gone through a few expiditions that led her to flying a bit too close to the sun, and each time, she's wisened up a bit more than she did the last. Well, going from flying towards the sun, to having the sun placed in the same room as her made her curse at her lack of luck. But Orio was so small! She wasn't sure how tentacles aged, and assuming they did, he really was nothing but a little baby! \n\nVery slowly, she glanced towards the pet, keeping her body in a paralyzed state while she tried her hardest to examine the freely waving tendrils. Orio didn't have much of a response, or at least, if he did, she couldn't exactly tell what it was. At least, he still seemed to be as docile as he was when she first entered.\n\nA positive sign. She was very gentle with her movements, but she slowly turned towards the trio of tendrils, offering a small smirk to herself, \"The hell am I afraid of anyway?\"With a newfound confidence in herself, she sunk from the sofa's arm, back into the cushions itself, gradually closing the distance between herself and the pet. Again, she kept her movements small in order not to startle the pet, but soon, she was sitting next to it, giving those three tendrils a very close inspection.\n\n\"See? You ain't so bad, are you?\"She spoke softly to it, feeling a smile slowly form onto her face, reaching out to try and pet it...something that turned out to be both her first, and fatal mistake.\n\nWithout warning, the tendril beat her to it, quickly coiling around her first. Elise's purple eyes widened, but defeat was imminent from the moment she got in Orio's range.\n\nAnd what followed was a blur.\n\n\\~\n\n5 minutes elapsed. Elise's hoodie had been discarded, leaving her in only a pair of black panties and matching socks. She came without a bra, so her large, naked, pale breasts flopped about as Orio was being 'taken care of'. Tears welled up in her eyes while her wrists were tied together with a single tendril. Another had a leg wrapped at an angle that made it difficult for her to close, and the third, white tendril was pushing itself into her wet womanhood with a swiftness and passion that she hadn't experienced in forever.\n\n'Goddamn it!' She cursed to herself, slowly losing control of her body's functions. She already felt her eyes roll back and tongue slowly hang out, all thanks to the pet's thrusts. 'This thing has the nerve to fuck me like this! Elise, you stupid bitch! Stop enjoying this!!\"\n\nShe pleaded with herself, but they were practically meaningless. With each rough push into her depths, her pussy tightened around the slimy digit, and she let out a whimper that was equally lewd. Held airborne, she felt her back slowly begin to arch, and her moans grew even fuller. 'Fuck! Its rubbing along my clit too?! Why can't the people I want to fuck be this good?!'\n\nShe didn't realize it, but she was letting down her guard. Her moans went from forced and high pitched to loud and encouraging, and Elise's hips gently rocked with each thrust, making sure the tendril angled itself to tend to her g-spot, even if it was simply brushing against it.\n\n\"Y-Yes!\"She cried quietly, shedding a few tears and feeling the tendril uncoil from her leg, now reaching up and curling around one of her breasts instead. She cried out at its touch, but she clearly didn't mind it much, evident by her squeezing on its thrusting member. The tendril stroked along the soft flesh, but suddenly settled on her nipple. Her eyes widened when she felt yet another brand new sensation.\n\n\"Y-You- AH!!\"She couldn't even manage a sentence. The tendril was actively using its suction properties on her sensitive nipple, and it was something she could no longer handle.\n\nWithout any warning, the entirety of her body began to tremble, and then convulse. She grew much wetter than she had been this entire time, but even as that occurred, she was the tightest she's been in the last 15 minutes as well, clamping onto Orio for dear like, almost as if she was trying to milk him\n\nAnd Orio would comply.\n\nJust before her orgasm began to fade, Orio had his own. The white tendril, already pressing against her womb, thickened at its tip before releasing a steady stream of white, thick seed. Elise didn't realize until she finally came down from her own climax, but felt the substance slowly leak from her womanhood. It was warm...no, it was hot. If she were any less tired, it would've brought her to a second orgasm, even after she was still undergoing aftershocks from the first.\n\nBut alas, her eyes rolled back, and the adrenaline crashed. She glanced towards Orio, silent as her eyes became heavier, and heavier, before they finally closed.\n\nAnd with that, she went on to have a lovely slumber." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Once a month all doors and Windows of the mansion are sealed shut. Then the young Master turns into a wild beast, desiring to satiate its Lust, hunting down the mansions beautifull maids. The sex is great, the hunt a game and whoever avoids beeing fucked by the werewolf the longest gets a price." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A prize you say?!\"The bright-eyed girl, fidgeting hands no longer pinching and pulling at the white lacy apron in her lap (her frilly onyx skirts ruffling as her legs shifted and vibrated as she nearly jumped to her feet), \"So if I avoid the young Master's bestial advances I will be given a reward of some kind?\"\n\nHeadmaid Constance, a severe looking woman with lines of silver clearly visible in her tight ginger bun, gave a sharp nod,\n\n\"You will not entirely evade the young Master. He will set himself upon you and rut until he has had his fill of you, long before the sun rises.\"The new underling of hers flushed an even darker red at the frankness of her no-nonsense delivery, \"It is a part of your function to bare yourself to him. You will receive him with dignity and ensure his satisfaction.\"\n\nThe feeling of being chastised was an odd one, the topic and circumstances further adding to this awkward feeling. \n\nThat the son of their Lord was cursed to roam the estate every full moon to engage in rough, bestial coitus (as some actual monster of the night) had been a sordid, hushed rumour that had inspired many a girl from her village to venture here as hopefuls. To not only discover the veracity of these tall tales but to also find her seventh full night on the estate would involve being bred during one of these depraved, lust fuelled hunts was...\n\nIt was a lot to take in.\n\n\"May I inquire as to the prize I would be receiving as the last to be...taken by the young Master?\"Her voice quivered under the unblinking, arched eyebrow stare of her superior,\n\n\"The prize is more werewolf sex!\"A call from the scullery, lilting and accompanied by a chorus of tittering laughter. \n\nConstance sighed, pale blues pinching closed as smooth, slender fingers pinched the bridge of her nose,\n\n\"The prize is, indeed, more...werewolf sex.\"Her lips briefly morphing into a sour pout as she spoke, before her expression returned to a more neutral expression. But her eyes, the young woman transfixed at the steely quality they now displayed as this woman (old enough to be her mother) rather firmly declared, \"And it is a prize I have every intention of receiving.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "It was a boring sunday afternoon, until his female best friend crashed through his door. \"NO TIME TO EXPLAIN! I NEED YOU TO COVER MY TITS IN YOUR CUM! ASAP!!!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"What the hell? You're insane,\"he said as he watched her rush to get naked.\n\nCome on dude. You said if I ever had an emergency and said no questions asked youd do it for me, no matter what.\"She said as she pulled him out of his chair.\n\nHe knew better than to say no. It would be easier to just give in and let her have her way with him. He sat down on the bed, as she stood over him. Her huge breasts were hanging from her chest. They looked like they could crush his head if she squeezed them too tight. The sight of her tits made his cock start to grow hard.\n\nShe smiled at him. \"That's better. Now cum all over my tits, I want them covered in your hot sticky load.\"She said as she rubbed her tits together. She moved closer and closer until her tits were right above his cock. Then she slowly lowered herself onto him. His cock slid between her big boobs, making them bounce up and down. He moaned as he felt her soft skin rubbing against his dick. He couldn't believe how good it felt.\n\n\"We need to go fast. You have any lube for my tits? She asked him.\n\nHe reached into his nightstand drawer and grabbed some lube. He dripped a little bit on her tits, then smeared it around. He didn't know why, but watching her rub her tits together made him feel even hornier. She squeezed them together again, making his cock slide back and forth in her cleavage.\n\n\"I'm ready. Cum on my tits!\"She ordered him.\n\nHis body tensed up as he came. He shot rope after rope of cum all over her tits. Each time one hit her nipple, it squirted out and went flying across her chest. She continued to squeeze her tits together, milking every last drop of cum out of his cock. When she was done, there wasn't a single spot that hadn't been covered by his cum.\n\n\"Ok, gotta run. Thanks, dude. She said as she jumped off the bed.\n\nShe left his room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He wondered what would have happened if he'd said no. He ran down the stairs to catch her.\n\nHeyuhwhat was all that? He asked her.\n\n\"Oh, nothing really. Just wanted to see if you could cover my tits in your cum. That's all.\"She said with a smile.\n\n\"ButIuh\n\n\"You don't have to explain anything. I'm glad you did it. I think we should try this again sometime.\"She said as she walked away.\n\nHe watched her leave. What the hell just happened? Was he imagining things or did she really just ask him to cum all over her tits? He shook his head. Whatever. It was probably just a dream. Or maybe not." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She knew her boyfriend had a thing for milfs, she'd jokingly asked how often he clicked those 'hot milfs in your area ads', she was caught off guard when he looked her straight in the eyes and pulled her close \"Why should I look for them online when I have the chance to make my own?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Milf maker\n\n\"What did you say?\"Lydia was stunned. When she teased her boyfriend, Robbie, about those \"hot milfs in your area\"ads, he calmly told her he was going to make one.\n\nThey had never talked about kids or any greater commitments before. This comment caught her unprepared. He grabbed her phone out of her hand and advanced after setting it down. She was still dumbstruck when he started kissing her and massaging her breasts through her shirt. \n\nThey had only been going out a few months and they hadn't talked about kids or marriage yet. The fact that he wanted to impregnate her and make her his own personal milf was news to her, but it did turn her on. \n\nAs she lingered in shock, he stripped her naked. Before she knew it he was on top of her with his penis pushing at her tight entrance. \"Do you want to be the sexiest milf?\"He asked, waiting for a moment.\n\nLydia squeaked out a small \"yes\"and Robbie sunk inside her. The had sex plenty of time but this was the first time he went bareback. Lydia pushed her hips up to meet his thrust. She enjoyed the feeling of a hard cock with no condom. She was a careful girl. This was her first time going bareback and it thrilled her.\n\n\"Do you think having kids will make my tits bigger?\"Lydia asked as Rob slid in and out of her.\n\n\"I hope so.\"He slowed down to talk. \"I like your tits but mom tits have a different shape.\"He pinched one of her nipples and she nearly orgasimed from the surprise. In a few minutes she was cumming around his cock and her wild screams prompted him to follow suit.\n\nLydia realized when he pulled back to admire the creampie, that she was already addicted to the feeling. She silently agreed to become his milf right there. Of course it would be a while until she was a mom. These things take time, but he was happy to put the time and effort to make her his milf." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The Brothel's new \"you breed it you buy it\"policy was supposed to discourage getting the girls pregnant and save on medical bills, but the result was girls trying to get their favorite clients to impregnate them so they can escape the brothel." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The Blooming Lantana was the fanciest brothel in the city of Mizerka, on the Western Silver Coast, it was a place of great wealth and great circumstance. Every year hundreds thousands of different people of different species, races, and professions all came into and out of the city. The Blooming Lantana, however, saw very few of those people. it was a place of restricted access, of pomp and pleasure. The women were as varied as the moon, from younger for the unsavory types, to elderly. From skinny and slender with curves in the right places, to nigh on plump women. Elves, Orcish folk, various varieties of Human. Whatever was to the taste of the visitor, the Blooming Lantana was sure to have.\n\nPreviously, the brothel had spent thousands of Mizerkan Duchets every year on contraceptives and abortive potions from the various alchemical and medical guilds in the cities. It was a serious drain on the Lantana's finances, and even though they made quite the amount of coin, with wages to pay towards the freedom of her girls, the Matron was bringing home less and less coin every month for herself. That was when she'd instituted the damn policy that would drive the Blooming Lantana out of business.\n\n'You breed it, you buy it.'\n\nShe'd gotten that cast in gold, and hung in huge letters upon the walls of the entryway to the brothel. A warning. She wasn't going to lose out on so much valuable coin anymore, and she'd be damned if these girls would fleece her any further. It had started within a fortnight. She'd had a girl, Ilyria. She was one of the Matron's more picky girls, and she charged quite the price. Redheaded, with skin as fair as a winter's snow, short with hips that longed to bear children and thighs that could crush a man's skull, and petite breasts. It wasn't simply her look that caught then men's eyes, but also her demeanor. Confident, but alluring, and teasing with just a glance. One of her favorite clientele was the leader of an Elvish warband, renown for both their skill in arms and their loyalty to their employers. They were disciplined and direct, and their leader was this lean man, with the body like an otter or wildcat. He saw Ilyria most often, and when he'd laid his seed in her once more, the woman practically skipped down the stairs to announce it to the Matron.\n\nIt had earned the Matron a sizable stack of duchets, and that was before the seed had even stopped dripping out of the girl. From there, it would only snowball. Despite the pomp of the place, the Matron was know for three things: her management of the brothel, her skill in her days as one of the girls, and her cruelty. Next came a rich merchant and Tiffani; a woman as tall as any man and skin as dark as wood of the ship she'd arrived on, with ample breasts and a physique that could rival any of the militia guards of the city. It hadn't taken her long to follow in Ilyria's footsteps, as she'd been there to see the smug look on the other's face after being purchased. The merchant, Leader of the Swordsmithing guild, wasn't a bad man. He hired Tiffani often simply to have someone who would listen to him, and wouldn't only seek his approval in things in search of gain, and the fact she'd dominate the small, pathetic man wasn't awful either.\n\nThese sorts of things have an effect like a cascade. Every other girl in the brothel was practically hunting down their favorite clients; letters being sent out, showing up to personally invite them back to the establishment. Some girls encourage the infamous mating press and would lock their legs around the man as his face was buried in her neck, and his cock was buried deep within her. Each girl had their ways. One named Vale hadn't even let the young noble, who'd come to visit the city and shower her with gifts, get up the stairs before his cock was out and fucking her leaning over the railing of the stairs. In a few short weeks, the girls were bringing in swaths of coin to the Matron's coffers, and every week, the steady stream of coin was dwindling to a trickle. Within two months, each girl was gone, and the once infamous Blooming Lantana was shuttering her doors once and for all." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "In a world of supers, peoples powers often came in when they turned 18. The powers lily got though werenot what she was expecting. She was gifted with perfect thighs, and the ability to heal people by squishing them between them, but it only works if shes bottomless." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Babe? You okay?\"\n\nLily tentatively opened the door to the bedroom, where her girlfriend Ava had made herself a nest of blankets, pillows, and plushies. Ava looked up at Lily with a pained groan and replied, \"Leave me while you can. My true psychic powers have been unleashed and my brain is straining to contain them. I fear you won't survive if I lose control of them.\"\n\nLily giggled as she rested her hand on Ava's forehead. \"Migraine, huh?\"\n\nAva nodded as gently as possible. \"I think my skull's about to crack under the strain.\"\n\n\"You want the usual?\"\n\n\"God yes.\"\n\nLily smiled as she pulled her pants down, freeing up her thighs. Ava smiled and remarked, \"I almost feel better already,\"as Lily took off her panties next. Freshly bottomless, Lily hopped onto the bed and wrapped her thighs around Ava's head. \"Okay sweetie, deep breath, aaaaand...go!\"\n\nLily squeezed her thighs together, pushing them together around Ava's face. Ava could already feel the pain dissipating as she savored the pressure around her head. On instinct, her hands gripped the sides of Lily's perfectly soft thighs, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Lily herself. As Lily headpatted Ava, she purred, \"I love how pretty you look down there.\"\n\nAfter a few minutes, Ava tapped on Lily's thigh, prompting the latter to stop squeezing. Freed from her girlfriend's thicc embrace, Ava sighed happily and laid her head on Lily's lap. \"Oh, that's so much better. Thank you baby.\"\n\nLily kissed Ava on the forehead. \"No problem, sweet potato. If it's not too much trouble, could you maybe...pay me back?\"\n\nAva grinned, sat up, and whipped her shirt off. With her chest now exposed, Ava asked, \"Any requests?\"\n\n\"Something chocolate, please.\"\n\nAva closed her eyes and concentrated. Slowly, her tits began to expand and grow, until they were eventually the size of pumpkins. Ava gave her right breast a gentle pat, prompting Lily to move in and suckle it. A stream of milk flowed into Lily's mouth, which she gulped down eagerly as Ava said, \"I went with chocolate peanut butter. You like?\"\n\nLily gave a thumbs up. Ava smiled and purred, \"Perfect.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "When you became her champion, you never expected the Goddess of Death to regularly check in with you, much less that she'd be so touch-starved." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sound of rain splashing against the makeshift tent Damien constructed fills the space as he finishes a few blessings for the night least an undead come uninvited. Investigating rumors of a death priest using bog victims as test subjects and soldiers for his sick machinations sends the Champion of death to action. \n\nA bit of arrogance at this newly appointed position lead him to being surrounded on all sides as he either has to fight his way towards the evil Wizard controlling them or fight his way out to flee and gather allies. \n\nIn the process of doing some routine and monotonous bedtime rituals Damien hears a familiar tapping on the flap of his tent. Taking in a breath he goes to the tent and opens it for his rather predictable patron it would appear. \n\nDressed in a cloak dark as night and with skin pale as the moon, the Raven haired Goddess of Death stands before Damien who can't help but bow in her presence. \"My Lady Viridian\"he says as he tries his best to hide his confusion for how often she appears before him. \n\nUsing her true name only he would know in addition to the real reason she is here the Goddess of Death Viridian blushes for but a moment before she approaches. \"May I enter?\"she says with a cool confidence despite knowing very well the answer already. \"My space is your space my lady.\"Damien says his head pointed up to address her as he welcomes her inside. \n\nEntering inside the Goddess waits a second as awkwardly as a Divine being can before turning back to Damien with a light blush she quickly masks with her powers. \"H-have you forgotten the sacred greeting already?\"She accuses with a bit of a vocal quiver Damien reads as anger. \n\n\"Oh your grace certainly not just..\"He says almost saying what he really feels before walking over to her. Wrapping an arm around her Damien pulls her in for a deep kiss with his arm running up and down her back before resting on her ass. Despite having done this multiple times he can never get used to this though does as his Goddess bids. \n\nThoroughly enjoying the embrace Lady Viridian purrs with pleasure as she comes back from the kiss melting in his arms. \"Mmm..that's nice..\"she says laying her head on his Damien's chest as he awkwardly holds her with one hand still resting on her butt. \n\n\"Uh...your grace..?\"Damien a normally stoic rather badass sort of man says awkwardly as the Goddess of Deaths wraps her arms around his body and clings to him. Nuzzling her head in his chest playfully \"Mmm just a little bit longer...just exchanging some energy with you..\"she says knowing how safe of a lie it is. \"...To..Uh make it go faster how about you tighten your grip...\"She says innocently enough to further sell the lie. \n\nBlushing deeply at how much longer this is going on than usual Damien humbly does what his patron requests and tightens his grip...though not in the hand that's on her butt. \"..uh yeah..the other one...\"Lady Viridian says breathing in deeply her campions musk sighing happily as she does. Not knowing how else to avoid this Damien squeezes her ass causing the horny goddess to give a sultry moan forcing Damien to grip his teeth battling his own lust clearly building in his pants.\n\n\"Mmm I'm sorry my Champion, I think I gave you too much energy. I think we need to release some\"She says kissing his neck up towards his lips before she delivers a passionate kiss forcing him to unclench his jaw and relax a bit. \n\nLooking down towards her Damien sees her dark cloak fades leaves her nude his hands going from the smoothest silk to the soft warmth of her divine flesh. Though nervous with his Goddess' bare ass in his grip Viridian gives a small kiss of reassurance as she deftly begins undressing him. Removing small packs, hidden weapons and other auxiliary items Damien finally takes the hint as he assists in taking off his trousers and shirt. Happy he is participating The lady of death smiles warmly as she snaps her fingers spawning an equally warm though ethereal fire in middle of the encampment. Them finally parting for a moment Damien takes in his beautiful goddess' nude form as he can't help but wonder by what twist of fate could this be happening to him." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "you've heard stories about the Glory Hole in town, so you and your buddy's decide to check it out. Little did you know it's your sister on the other side." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You'd think it was an amusement park with a queue like this, but actually, it was for the simple joy of the Glory Hole. I watched a happy heavy metal band stride out with grins on their faces, raising the excited chatter between my buddies. The only downside being that everyone was ahead of me, a fact that made me curse my luck of the draw.\r\n\r\nSlowly the line decreased and by the time the last of my friends had disappeared inside the booth, my balls were blue with envy. Not helped by their returning talk of how hungry the girls were and jokes of how they sucked better than each other's moms.\r\n\r\nWhen the last of my friends emerged, a big grin on his smug features. I didn't wait to hear his tale, but shoved past him. Desperate to fire my load into this girl's waiting mouth. I already had my jeans undone by the time I reached the hole and my semi-hard cock was rapidly stiffening as soon a shoved it in. \r\n\r\n\"Wow, someone's eager,\"giggled a soft voice from the other side. Though something in that voice tickled my memory, it was instantly brushed aside by the sudden burst of pleasure. As a warm pair of lips engulfed the head of my cock.\r\n\r\nMy eyes almost rolled right round as she sucked. The guys who'd come in both senses of the word, before me had not been kidding. The girl was so hungry for my cock it was incredible and like nothing I had experienced in years, if ever. The caress of her tongue, lips and fingers, sending me to the peak of ecstasy.\r\n\r\nThere was something just so perfect about the way she sucked, something that almost homely. That made part of my mind think of bygone days as a teenager getting his first blowjob. I had to grit my teeth to stop myself from cumming, desperately not wanting to blow my load too soon. To enjoy this moment forever as her moans from the other side grow ever more frantic.\r\n\r\n\"Oh my God, your cock's incredible,\"came her voice and again something triggered in my brain. But I forced it away, assuming that she's said that to all the guys. Letting my mind sink into the depths of pleasure as I used every bit of willpower not to cum.\r\n\r\n\"You've got me, so wet,\"said the voice between sucks. \"There's just something, so much better, about your cock.\"That nagging thought would not go away now, there was something familiar about that voice. Maybe she was some girl I'd screwed once, though I didn't think any of my exes would be into this.\r\n\r\n\"Here taste it,\"said the girl and a pair of fingers squeezed themselves around my shaft. Their tips glistening with sweet pussy juice, warm and fresh. With a shrug I bent down and sucked it slowly off, savouring the gloriously sweet taste.\r\n\r\nSomething in her taste envigored me and suddenly I was just letting her suck. But instead, I was ramming my cock into her mouth, half expecting her to recoil away. But no she stood firm, moaning hungrily and pressing her lips tight.\r\n\r\nHer mouth just felt so good as I drove my cock in and pulled it back right to the tip. Before driving it back home, slamming against the thin wood wall that separated us. I deep growl forming in my throat as I felt my swollen balls tightening.\r\n\r\nThen suddenly with fireworks exploding in my brain I came. Cumming harder than I had done years, pulses surging through my cock. My hips thrusting as hard as they could against the wall, making the wood creak in protest. A great, \"fuck yeah,\"roaring from me.\r\n\r\nAgain I expected her to pull away in shock at my ferocity. But no, this girl, whomever she was wanted my cum. Her muffled moans reaching fever pitch as I came hard down her throat. I felt a shudder ripple through her and through my aching cock, ending in a great gasp when she finally let go.\r\n\r\nI stood for a moment, trying to get my breath back as her heavy breathing panted from the other side. By her gasps and startled exclamations, she was just as stunned by the experience as I was. Giving me the feeling that this wasn't how a night at the Glory Hole usually went.\r\n\r\nAs I came to my senses, a strange determination overtook me. I had to know. I had to know who had given me such an incredible experience. Then I'd probably damn well marry them!\r\n\r\nI slowly crouched until I was level with the hole, the edge marked by a thousand cum stains. I saw a pair of eyes look back at me, ones that look so like mine.\r\n\r\nWe both leaned in, eager for a closer look. As the light lit her face, the gnawing feeling of familiarity grew. Then both our eyes went wide at the same time.\r\n\r\n\"Bro?!\"She gasped.\r\n\r\n\"Sis?!\"I cried at the same time.\r\n\r\nBoth of us staring disbelieving at the other. \r\n\r\n\"You suck just like Mom,\"I said.\r\n\r\n\"You taste just like Dad,\"my sister said.\r\n\r\nThen we realised what we'd just said..." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "You stumble upon an unknown goddesss temple in the mountains. After presenting an offering, she reveals herself, explaining that she is the goddess of intimacy, and nobody has talked to her for millennia." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"That's odd.\"\n\nA cliff was visible at the edge of the inclined forest I had mounted my hike through. Indents were chiseled throughout the face of the cliff, leading up to the top was a series of connected wooden stairs; each step having a rune of unknown origins carved into them. \n\nI had heard legends of a previous godhood having control over this area, hinting at times in the past that were left without constant war and a time when people truly trusted and could love another. For close to a thousand years, humans of this land have had severe difficulty conceiving children, almost as if they had traded places with the Elven folk. \n\n\"I guess....I'll check it out.\"\n\nI begin making my ascent, fingers grazing over the vines that have wrapped themselves around the wooden supports, some gently flaking off as they dangle, and others looking as if they were absorbing the wood itself. My steps cause the stairs to creak with each and every step, and before I can regret my decision to step on to the more than likely thousands of years old pathways, I feel a gentle tugging at my heart. I'm somehow assured that this path will hold me, no harm will come to me, and I will make it to the top.\n\nI have to make it to the top.\n\nMy body as if in a trance, chasing after the pull in my chest, begins to heat up the higher I get. Having left my bag at the bottom of the stairs to avoid the extra weight, I simply pull off my jacket and tie it around my waist. I don't bother panicking as I feel my chest tighten and loins stir at having exposed some of my skin to the air. My heavyset frame feeling unusually light as I step up, higher and higher. The stubble growing on my face after last night's shave no longer itches, and my body is begging me to move faster.\n\nMy heart is thumping so loudly in my chest I can count each and every beat from the sound alone as I ascend above the last of the wooden supports. Before me exists a beautiful temple, that immediately calms my body on sight and allows me clarity of mind after the trance\\-like state I was in before. I move closer to the inevitably divine palace and rest my hand upon one of the exterior pillars. \n\nImmediately, my groin warms causes my knees to momentarily buckle, as I regain control of myself and stand back up. My erection that arrived as immediately as the heat is straining against my pants. Taking a deep breath, I begin to wonder if I've stumbled upon a demonic altar instead of a holy or even remotely divine temple.\n\n\"Must be the home of a succubus or maybe some lust demon...Probably shouldn't stick around. Don't have any of my chastity scrolls.\"\n\n\"Some have referred to me by those names, yes, though they are far from the truth.\"\n\nMy body resumes the epic throbbing I had felt during the climb, but in greater intensity. The voice coming from deeper within the temple drives a baser instinct from me, making me feel attracted to nothing but simple vocal vibrations. \n\nSuccubi don't have charms this powerful, and no lust demon could hope to sound as pure as this voice does. I take a few steps into the room after removing some of the vine lacing the front of the pillar to leave a trail behind me as I step into the temple's depths. Immediately upon entering the foyer of the large room, marble doors I had no vision of swing shut behind me. \n\n\"Cliche.\"\n\n\"Maybe, but I haven't spoken to someone in close to a millennia. That's about 1000 years if you didn't know. So surely, you understand my desire to have you climb those stairs.\"\n\n\"I'm well aware of the length of a millennia, it's Roman if I remember correctly. So, what are you? You're no demon, you feel too pure, too raw. Clearly, some part of you is sexual in nature, after all, my pants have been tented for close to twenty minutes now. I'm perfectly healthy as a man, but this is usually when a doctor gets involved.\"\n\n\"I am a being of fertility, an existence solely for intimacy. I am a what humans in the past have referred to as a goddess.\"\n\n\"So what, you're some kind of sex god?\"\n\n\"That's a very blunt way of putting it. But in baser terms, you could describe me as that. In times of old, when I wasn't so very starved of interaction, I was in constant pleasure, never once needing to be without the love of another, but now here I sit. Alone, and honestly, afraid. I did not know if anyone would ever come near this place. So, thank you.\"\n\n\"No need to thank me, it's not as if I meant to come here directly. We'll just consider this a happy accident. More to the point, could your isolation have anything to do with the human race's inability to properly conceive?\"\n\n\"Indeed. Gods and Goddesses aren't omnipotent beings who can foresee all outcomes and grant blessings to all creatures or perform miracles on a whim. We are merely forces of nature. We affect the world by existing and partaking of our meaning. And if I am not conceiving, then the race I most closely am akin to will suffer the same fate. That is why I must ask something of you, mortal man.\"\n\n\"You wanna fuck, right?\"\n\n\"I....must you be so crass? Yes, I want you to impregnate me.\"\n\n\"Normally, I would decline, after all, I'm sure there is some catch to all this, but my dick is so hard right now I honestly can't think straight anymore. So, I'm going to take you. Right now.\"\n\nNo more words were spoken between the two of us, and upon my declaration of wanting her, her figure appeared in front of me at the base of the human\\-sized throne in the middle of the pantheon. Her body not lacking curves, but not bearing them in such an obvious way. She was as close to perfect as I could imagine any being could possibly achieve. The slight tugging in the back of my head gave me the suspicion that her form took on the preferences of her current lover, but that didn't matter right now. \n\nQuickly, my belt was undone and across the room, along with my shirt and pants. The only separating me from my submissive goddess was distance. On her knees across the room, I strode up to her, my erection casting a slight shadow across her features as I stepped up to her. My breathing heavy and chest tight with overwhelming desire, as she looked up in admiration. Her gaze gave me no doubt as to how badly she wanted this. \n\nNot even bothering to reach out a hand, she simply opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue drop low as she presented her mouth to me. Without a moment of hesitation, I was inside of her mouth, the hot, wet cavern felt like utter bliss. Her tongue slid from under my glans and over the top of my shaft. She slowly slid her way down me and began to moan aggressively. As she reached down about halfway, I began to feel her swallow with her throat to bring me in deeper, and as she finished her descent, my balls resting against her chin, she slid her tongue in between the soft spot at the base of my cock. Slowly, she began sucking, her cheeks concave from the pressure of her pulling me in. \n\nHer head begins to pull back, slightly pulling me with her, my hand coming against the back of her head, forcing her back down all the way. I can feel a splash of liquid against my foot as I force her back down, demonstrating just how much being treated roughly excites her. I dig my fingers into the base of her hair, pulling back harshly before slamming her face back into my crotch. The sound of my balls slapping against her face and her throat opening each time I force her back down echoing throughout the marble chamber along with her moans and my rough breathing. After a few minutes of this rough treatment, her eyes have begun looking up at me with pure adoration and lust, so obviously loving being used.\n\nSoon, I feel my balls tighten as I bury myself as deeply in her throat as I can, and I cum harder than I ever have before. Wave after wave passes through me, as I feel my cum pouring down her throat into her stomach. In the middle of her face\\-fucking she had slipped a hand between her legs, and is now using that hand to rub her clit furiously. Her moans loud as she also audibly swallows my length and each load as it passes through. \n\nLiteral minutes go by and my ejaculation feels unending until she suddenly pulls off my length. My orgasm immediately begins to subside, and I let my body relax momentarily through the softening spasms. My erection never once softening, as she swallows for the last time loudly, and beings to breathe heavily. She looks me in the eyes and smiles with dried tears down her cheeks, looking incredibly happy. Noticing my still throbbing erection, her grin drops and she moans slightly.\n\nHer visage returning to that of a woman in want, she turns around, and presents her ass to me on all fours. She wiggles her hips back and forth as if to taunt me, and makes a request of me.\n\n\"Please, breed me.\"\n\nNot bothering to say a word, my shaft somehow getting even bigger than before at her want. The sight of her utterly soaked pussy destroys the sense of reason I no longer had anyway. The tip of my cock presses slightly into her folds, pushing them aside as they cling to it tightly, accepting but almost preventing my intrusion. At the mere pressure from my groin rocking into her slightly she screams a moan, bucking her hips back against me slightly, forcing even more of me in deeper.\n\nThe heat coming from inside of her is like nothing I've ever experienced, and I begin to groan myself. My hands quickly take a tighter grip on her waist, slamming her into me down to the base. The bottom of my shaft and balls rubbing up against her clit, ever so slightly, increases the volume of her already loud moans. Unable to contain myself, I begin to pull out and thrust back in like an unstoppable piston. Her ass cheeks quaking with each thrust in, and her moans timed with each one as well. Her inhales when I pull out almost sound disappointed each time, until the inevitable lustful wail when I slam back in. \n\nCarrying on for what feels like hours between us, I fuck her like an animal stuck in a rut, an underlying sense of stamina coming from being inside her, I want to feel myself deeper and begin making slower deeper thrusts so i can be as close to her womb as possible. She said it herself, she wants to be bred. \n\nMy hips speeding back up as I start to reach my limit, and I can tell she notices too because my throbbing gets so much harder, and my length seems to get even bigger from the incoming orgasm. Her walls tightening hard against my length as she screams out in ecstasy tip me over and bury myself inside her as deep as I can go. My arms wrapping underneath her torso as I lean deep into her back. I rub her clit with my right hand, and use my left to grab her shoulder from under her chest and pull her up and back against me, preventing her from moving until I finish pouring my load inside her. \n\nHer moans silent as her breath catches at the feeling of my seed pouring almost directly into her womb, high\\-pitched strangled gasps the only thing escaping her as the pleasure from her orgasm and being filled overwhelms her. I place my lips down against her neck, before softly biting down and sucking on the skin there, marking not only her insides, but the outside of her body too. My body begins to seize a bit after the again, few minute long orgasm passes. I pull her tighter against me as I slump to the side pulling her with me. My body almost entirely numb as I start to fully come down off my high.\n\n\".....ha...ha...that...you....oh...god...\"\n\nTrying to hard to formulate words, I give up and let myself relax with my spooning partner.\n\n\"You...can....ha....take pride....you're...definitely...ha....ha....the best....ha.....I've ever....ha.....had....\"\n\n\"Haha.....pretty good....ha...for a...ha...ha....mortal....huh?\"\n\nAfter taking a minute to catch our breath, she begins to stir against me, and for a moment I fear she wants another round, but instead she turns and presses her head against my chest. She softly sighs in contentment, which catches me off guard.\n\n\"Never expected gods to be affectionate.\"\n\n\"I told you, we're not being to idolize, we're simply forces of nature that unwillingly affect the world's state.\"\n\n\"That's usually the kind of being that people think they should idolize.\"\n\n\"If not for my godhood, I would be simply mortal too. What is your name?\"\n\n\"Oh, right, we never exchanged names did we? I'm Strom. It means Tree in a language long forgotten. A friend of mine from before I had a name told me that I made them feel safe and was a relaxing soul, thus they felt I was similar to trees. What is your true name?\"\n\n\"I've never had just one name. Many of the humans I spoke with in old times would call me many different names. I simply prefer to be called Ashra. A simplified version of one of the names a group of people from a bright and sand\\-filled land once donned me with.\"\n\n\"Well, now what Ashra?\"\n\n\"You've certainly made me conceive, and thus the humans upon this land shall once again be able to conceive children, but once my pregnancy has passed, they will once again suffer a fate similar to that of the last millenia.\n\nBy any chance, Strom, would you become mine? To prevent this curse from befalling this land again. You may do with me as you please, use me in any way you see fit, so long as you continue to fill me with your seed, you can save these people from this desolation. And, I don't want to be alone again.\"\n\n\"You must realize I will come to pass. I am not a god myself, I am simply a mortal man and I will perish as we all do.\"\n\n\"I could grant you godhood, I could share my life with you, for so long as I live, you would too.\"\n\n\"Can you leave this place?\"\n\n\"Yes. Though by leaving it, my influence over this land will weaken.\"\n\n\"I'm sure you could tell, but I'm a traveler. I study relics and texts or ancient times that have come and gone. I've never been able to stay in one place long. If you can agree to allow me to travel on occasion, I will gladly join with you, Ashra.\"\n\nHer face alight with hope was staring back at me, and I can only imagine the thought of spending another millenia alone was tearing her up inside. I can't leave anyone to that fight, goddess, god, mortal, no matter. Some years we'll stay and influence this land with constant love\\-making and others we can travel and visit places formerly too dangerous, but with immortality, knowledge can be reintroduced into the world.\n\n\"I wouldn't mind becoming some kind of god of Knowledge and Adventure. Strom, god of Wisdom, Adventure, and Lover of Ashra, goddess of Intimacy.\"\n\nI place a soft kiss onto the top of her head.\n\n\"I think I could live with that.\"\n\nAnd with that, the contentment of our love and closeness began to filter through the land, reintroducing families and proper love into the world. Reshaping what we once thought was gone forever." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "You have a tiny, pocket-sized portal to the inside of your gfs panties. It works at any distance." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I found it in a shop one day. It was a small leather bag about the size of a handbag. I only noticed the panties after I bought it. Being in a hurry I didn't have time to return to the shop and question it. I decided to give them to my girlfriend, Sarah. They were just like the sort she liked. \n\nSarah was mostly amused that I'd accidentally acquired some panties. They happened to be the right size, \"maybe there's something special about them,\"she joked. \n\nI noticed her putting them on the next day as she got dressed. \"You like them?\" \n\n\"I think they look alright.\"She smiled. \n\nIt was later that day that I discovered what the bag was really for. I couldn't really remember why I'd bought it. It was just an impulse. I wasn't sure what to do with it. I stuck my hand in and pulled it out immediately. That was warm! It was like...skin? I put my hand in again to investigate. At that moment I started hearing noises from the next room, where my girlfriend was working. \n\n\"James, is that you?\"She giggled.\n\n\"What?\" \n\n\"Hang on.\" \n\nI heard the scrape of her chair along the floor as she got up. A moment later she appeared around the corner with a confused expression on her face. \n\n\"I thought. I thought you'd snuck under the table.\"\n\n\"No, why?\" \n\n\"I felt something.\" \n\n\"I'm just deciding what to with this bag.\" \n\nI reached my hand into the bag again and Sarah let out a small yelp, her hands rushing to her skirt. She looked at me and her face lit up. \"Do it again!\" \n\n\"Do what?\" \n\n\"Put your hand in.\" \n\nI carefully put my hand in and felt around. Sarah began to make noises again. The same realisation reached me. \"Is that? It is.\"Before I'd been too surprised to process what I'd felt but now I began to recognise what I was feeling. I ran my fingers over Sarah's soft skin and realised what this meant. Ideas flashed through my head. I felt a familiar sensation in my trousers. \n\nMy daydreaming was interrupted as Sarah began to make louder noises. Then suddenly she giggled.\n\n\"Not now! I need to get some work done.\" \n\nReluctantly, I removed my hand. I knew I was going to have a lot of fun later on. \n\nMight write a part 2, not sure." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "a hyper masculine \"dude-bro\"type pesters a witch a little too much at a bar, so she turns him into a girl on the small side of things. Fortunately, his girlfriend is bisexual. Unfortunately, she's onto their antics now and is none too pleased." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The first thing that Riley felt as he slowly woke up through the fog of the hangover was a very strange sensation. Something warm and soft was wrapped around him. He snuggled back into it as his mind tried to figure out what exactly it was.\n\nThe second thing was that he was acutely aware of the sheets of the bed and the stitches of his clothes against his skin. His sleepy brain struggled for the right words for the sensation before it finally figured it out. It was like there was no hair between his skin and the fabric.\n\nHe snapped awake suddenly and lifted up the covers to see a long, slender pair of smooth legs greet his gaze. He yelped in surprise and rolled over to see his girlfriend, whose arms were completely wrapped around him, and then looked down at his body.\n\nHis clothes were several sizes too big now; his shirt was like a tent canvas. His arms had shrunk to something like half their original size. He looked down his shirt and shrieked.\n\nBoobs! he cried. His hand slid underneath his shorts, hoping that he wouldnt find what he expected to find, but finding it anyway. His cock was gone.\n\nWhat the fuck! he shouted, sitting up in bed.\n\nWhat is it, babe? April asked, her voice still sleepy as she woke up, running a hand up the back of his shirt and rubbing his back as she sat up.\n\nI dont know, lets start with the fact that I have a womans body now!\n\nOh. Its no big deal, babe, just go back to sleep, she said, still tired.\n\nNo, it is a big deal! Look! He ripped off his shirt and thrust his new chest at his girlfriend. This seemed to wake April up, and she started laughing.\n\nOh my God. I have to call Jake. He brought you home last night. Hes gonna lose his shit.\n\nNo! No, that is the last thing you are doing! Jesus Christ.\n\nFine. No Jake then. What happened? April asked, still trying to suppress her laughter.\n\nI- I dunno. I dont remember much. I guess I just pissed off the wrong people. Act of God, or something.\n\nAnd He didnt even have the good grace to give you tits, April said drily, a smirk on her face.\n\nShut up, Riley groaned, putting his head in his hands.\n\nCome on, April said. Out of bed.\n\nWhat? Why? Riley asked as April pushed him out from under the covers.\n\nI wanna see that body.\n\nFuck you! What if I dont want you to see it? Riley shouted, reaching up to cover his new breasts with his arms. Thankfully, his hips were wide enough to keep his shorts from sliding right off.\n\nApril slipped out of bed and stood up to her full height in front of Riley. I dont think you could keep me from seeing it if I wanted to now, babe, she said. And I think, deep down, you want me to see it.\n\nApril had always been tall at six feet even, but Riley had been taller. The hex that had given Riley a female body had taken that away, though. Now, he wasn't even five feet, and had nowhere near April's build.\n\nI-\n\nApril reached down to cup Rileys chin in her hand. How does it feel to be the tiny little girl now?\n\nRiley couldnt explain how he felt. Still woozy from the hangover the night before, skin tingling and sensitive, April filling his senses; her touch, her scent, her body in his vision...and a new feeling unlike anything hed felt before; a burning, swollen ache between his legs.\n\nApril tugged on his chin to guide him toward the bed, and he felt his legs obediently respond, almost of their own accord. She sat down on the edge of the mattress and gestured to her shorts. Off.\n\nRiley did as he was told, kneeling down as he slid the shorts down his girlfriend's toned thighs.\n\nGood girl, April whispered, leaning back on her elbows. Riley let out a little gasp at her words as the feeling deep inside him intensified with her attention. Before, he had been defensive. Now, he wanted her to want him, he wanted her to see him, he wanted her to touch him, he wanted things he didnt know he could want, things he didnt know existed.\n\nYou know what I want, Ri, April said, reaching down to guide Rileys head down between her legs with one arm as she reached up to pull her shirt over her head with the other.\n\nRiley had gone down on April before, but it had never felt like this. He needed to please his girlfriend. Her scent was intoxicating, filling his head and banishing his concerns about his new body. He may have lost his dick, but he could still eat a pussy.\n\nHe went in slowly, tongue exploring, fingers reaching up to stroke along Aprils soft, wet folds. She hissed in satisfaction as his tongue alighted on her clit, and he stroked over it with the broad flat of his tongue while finding her opening with his fingers. They were so much smaller now; to feel the same tightness wrapped around them as with one of his fingers as a man, he had to use two to start off.\n\nIn, she commanded, and Riley pushed them inside her, pulling a happy sigh from April. Good girl, she said again, and Riley whimpered against her clit, squeezing his thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the ache. He began to stroke inside her, finding that ridged little spot that she liked and rubbing it as hard as he could. He wanted her to come. He needed her to come, so that she could give him the attention he deserved. The attention he needed. He was being a good girl, right?\n\nApril gasped and thrust her hips down, into Rileys face and onto his fingers. God, Im gonna come, she groaned, her hips starting to buck, muscles tense and trembling as Riley continued his ministrations, until he felt her squeeze tight around his fingers and her thighs lock up around his head. Riley kept going, rubbing that spot inside her and sucking on her clit until she thrust her fingers into his hair and yanked his head up.\n\nYoure such a cute little girl with my cum smeared all over your face, April gasped, smiling at her boyfriend. Her smile changed to a smirk. You like it when I call you good girl, dont you?\n\nRiley choked up. I- n-\n\nDont lie. I can see it in your eyes, April whispered. Come here, she commanded, patting the bed. Riley crawled up, helpless to resist, and April rolled him onto his back.\n\nSo sexy, she whispered, climbing up on top of him and sliding a thigh between his legs. I cant believe that my boyfriend went from a big, strong man to a little pixie who does whatever I want... She pulled him over onto her thigh and pressed it up against him, hard. He cried out in pleasure as the ache inside him was quelled, but as she pulled her thigh away it only grew.\n\nIt must feel so strange, that aching feeling. So different from having a hard cock that needs to slide inside something all the time.\n\nYeah, Riley said. He didnt know why he said it. Probably because she was right, but also because it seemed like she wanted him to, and because he couldnt think straight.\n\nMmm, April hummed as she slid her fingers under Rileys waistband.\n\nThis seemed to snap Riley out of his submissive trance, and he gasped. W-what are you doing?\n\nNothing you dont want me to do, April said in a sweet voice.\n\nOkay, Riley said shakily as her fingers slid further down, over his sensitive new clit and down to circle around that wet little hole between his legs. N-nothing inside there, he said.\n\nWhat do you mean? Nothing inside where?\n\nRiley blushed, if it was possible to turn more pink than he already was.\n\nHere? April asked, her voice sweet as she pressed the tips of her fingers inside Riley. He bit back a moan and threw his head back.\n\nThere, he gasped. Nothing in there.\n\nYou know the word for it, Ri. Use your big girl words, April said.\n\nMy- my pussy, he finally said. Nothing inside my pussy.\n\nApril smiled down at him. Sure, if thats what you want, she said, continuing to circle and trace her fingers through his wetness, against his soft, welcoming lips. But is that what you really want? You really dont want me to slide my fingers deep inside you and finally fill you up?\n\nRiley thought about it; about the temptation of feeling those long, soft, strong fingers, slick from rubbing him, part his virgin folds and finally cure that swollen ache inside him. He gazed down at her hand working him under his shorts. He thought about that ache, and how bad he wanted it to go away, and finally spoke.\n\nNo... he whimpered, trailing off. April continued to tease. \n\nYoure such a naughty girl, Riley, April said. Going out and trying to hook up with another girl while youre dating me?\n\nRiley stifled a moan as Aprils fingers pressed tip-deep inside of him and looked up at her with wide eyes.\n\nOh, yeah, I know. Jake told me all about it when he brought you home. In fact, I think he and that girl ended up hooking up...Its a good thing she took away your dick, or you might have gone through with it.\n\nApril! Riley cried as his girlfriends fingers went back to teasing around his opening.\n\nYou know what happens to naughty girls?\n\nWh- what? Riley stuttered.\n\nThey get fucked, thats what. And I know that you want to get fucked, and that you wanna be good for me. So just say it, Ri. Ask nicely and Ill give you what you want. What you need.\n\nPlease, Riley whispered. The word was out of his mouth before he knew it.\n\nPlease what? Big girl words, April said, still teasing.\n\nRiley blushed, and gazed up at April before finally saying the magic words. Please fuck me, he said, and April sank her fingers inside him." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Just missionary sex for the purpose of procreation. No fun kinks or anything like that. Make it real boring and unfun for all." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jeremiah walked to his bedroom. Margaret walked in a minute after. They changed into the old pajamas they had with holes cut into them so that they didn't have to see each other naked. Jeremiah put his penis inside her vagina and moves back and forth for a minute until his semen went inside his wife. Once the deed was done, they each took turns to go to the bathroom, clean themselves, and change into their regular pajamas.\n\n\n\"I hope he's a boy\"Jeremiah told Margaret. \"This country needs more priests\"." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "You have a lousy date. Come home to find your roommate and they decide to help cheer you up." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Max sighed as he walked through the door. He was all dressed up, khakis, a nice polo that showed off all his hard work at the gym. He had put on his best cologne and done his best this evening, all for what? For the girl to say that she just saw them as friends. The girl from work he had been flirting with and had his eye on for months had apparently thought all this was a friendly get together. Max wasn't even mad, just incredibly disappointed.\n\n\"Hey there,\"came Samantha's bright, cheery voice as Max walked into the living room. She sprawled out on the couch, casually watching some crappy movie. Her bright blue eyes beamed, and she brushed a bit of her short pink-dyed hair out of her face, looking excited to hear all about it. Before she said anything, she caught Max's expression and snapped her lips shut. A second later, she spoke again, \"That bad huh?\"\n\nMax plopped down on the couch beside her, simply shaking his head. \"Look, I don't even want to talk about it...\"he said, and he turned his head toward the screen, not even really caring what was playing at the moment.\n\nSamantha couldn't take it when her friends weren't happy. \"No you don't, no sulking in my apartment!\"she said, turning off the TV and standing up in front of him. Max immediately started with a retort as his roommate once again called it her apartment. \"You know I pay half the...\"their usual banter was cut short as he realized Samantha was wearing nothing but a long t-shirt and some cute panties. And she had just pulled them all the way down to the floor, keeping her shirt lifted a bit so he could see every bit of her pretty little pussy, complete with her pubes that she had shaved into a heart and colored pink to match her hair.\n\n\"Heh! That frown disappeared pretty quick!\"Samantha said happily, pulling her shirt off as well so she was standing completely naked right in front of him. \"How about I make you forget about that stupid Erin? She wasn't gonna give you an all access pussy pass tonight like I was anyway!\"Samantha continued to smile mischievously and spread her legs a big, giving Max the perfect view of what she was offering.\n\n\"W-what..you...\"Max stammered, but he couldn't find the words to say, feeling his crotch start to swell as his petite roommate presented herself to him. \"I'll take that as a yes!\"she said, squatting down and unzipping his pants with her mouth, showing just how nimble she was. In fact, she managed to fish his cock out of his pants with just her mouth; he didn't know how, but all Max did know was that he was currently in heaven, the blue-eyed babe continuing to smile happily as she gobbled on his cock.\n\nShe took a break for a second from her quick plunge onto his cock. \"And I bet Erin can't even do this!\"she said, plunging down deep onto his length, pushing her lips up against the base of his cock without even a hint of gagging. She looked up and winked as she effortlessly throated his cock. \"Hmmmm?\"she asked smugly around his girth, and all he could say was, \"Holy fuck!\"in return.\n\nAfter a bit more flaunting her skill, Samantha pulled back and presented her pussy to him once again, now glistening wet with excitement. \"Ready for the main course?\"She straddled Max, her tight naked form hugging him close, arms wrapped around his neck as she looked at him with those sugary-sweet eyes. \"I want you inside me...\"she whispered before sliding her silky, warm pussy right around his throbbing member.\n\nMax shuddered from the pleasure, having come from depressed to every bit of his body tingling with excitement in a few minutes. The fit was perfect, her lips squeezing around his girth, sliding down until he was deep inside her. Samantha let out a soft moan, pulling Max in for a kiss as she did so. They were pressed together, arms wrapped around each other tight as Samantha began to grind against Max, her hips rhythmically milking him as she continued to explore his mouth at the same time.\n\nIt didn't take long, only a few minutes before Max was at his limit, and he whispered this in Samantha's ear. \"Go ahead babe, cum inside me,\"she whispered back, and this threw him over the edge, shooting all his backed-up load, all his frustration into the tight little pussy, holding Samantha even closer as he made sure he poured in every drop.\n\nThey kissed a bit longer before finally pulling away from each other a bit, each of the roommates breathing heavily, eyes locked. \"Feel better?\"she asked, the same naughty smile on her face from before.\n\n\"I think I still feel pretty terrible actually...might need more cheering up.\"Max grinned back, leaning forward to kiss her on the neck and surprise her for once. She just moaned happily, knowing the two of them wouldn't be getting much sleep that night." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Last year his best friend made him a dare where his New Years Resolution is to not cum for the year. If he wins she will sleep with him bareback. If she wins he will be her lackey for life. Its New Years Eve and he is about to win. She needs to win so she recruits her friends." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "You dont have to have sex with him, you just have to make him cum. Lucy stared across at her two friends, Mary and Emilia, looking as earnest as possible. Mary raised her eyebrows.\n\nThats not a sentence I expected to hear tonight.\n\nId do it, Emilia said, shrugging. As long as you buy me enough drinks. Mary thought for a second.\n\nI bet you I could do it. He liked me back in year 11, you know.\n\nIm pretty sure you liked him, replied Emilia with a snort. Mary stuck her tongue out.\n\nAlright, but will you do it? Lucy asked again. If I buy you drinks?\n\nMary took another second to think.\n\nOK. Ill do it. As long as Emilia goes first.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nMatt was dancing, slightly drunkenly, to the pumping music. Surrounding him was a group of about five other guys all part of Matts friendship group. Emilia knew that she had to get him alone.\n\nDowning the rest of her prosecco, she began to dance slowly towards him. The music made talking impossible, so she went up right behind him, and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, recognised her, and gave her a nod and a smile.\n\nThere was no doubt that Emilia looked good. She was a bit red in the face, but her silky hair sat prettily on her shoulders, and her dress was just tight and short enough to catch a glance.\n\nShe began to dance with him initially casually, and then more sensually. He was comfortably out of his circle of friends by now, though they were still nearby. She began to sway up and down, making sure to give him a good view down her chest, before teasingly standing back up again. She bit her lip.\n\nThe song changed, this time to one a little louder. Matt was now fully absorbed by her body. She took a step closer. Then a step closer still, until her face was close enough to touch his. Then, slowly, she turned around, still swaying, her ass now in full view. Her skirt, again, was just revealing enough, and she could feel Matts eyes fixed upon it. \n\nShe swayed down, and then back up again, taking her time, making sure her skirt swung slightly, making sure to tease as much as possible. And then, with a little push back of her hips, she placed her ass on his crotch.\n\nShe felt Matt tense and she froze for a moment, too, her breath catching. She hadnt realised until now just how excited she was. And then, she began to grind slowly against him, still following the rhythm of the music. Within seconds, she felt a hard push back against her ass coming from Matts crotch. She smiled. It hadnt taken long to give him an erection.\n\nBy this point, Matt was starting to panic. Emilia was desperately hot, her ass perfectly shaped, begging for him to grab it, to grab her, and take her away. Preferably somewhere warm, and soft so warm, perhaps, that she would need to take her skirt off...\n\nThe thought of his bet grounded him. He tore his eyes away from Emilia, and glanced over to the side of the room. He found Lucy, and they locked eyes then she glanced away quickly. But it was too late. He knew that she was watching, and he knew that she had set this up. He cursed her under his breath, as he felt his hard cock tense as Emilia slid the crack of her ass down along it.\nThen, he had an idea.\n\nHe pulled back slightly, and tapped his friend Alan on the shoulder. Alan turned around to see Emilia, now apparently on her own, dancing sensually, her cute ass pushed deliberately out behind her.\n\nSensing something was wrong, Emilia then turned, and caught Alans gaze. Oh god. He was very, very, good looking. She had got excited by the dancing, feeling a cock push against her for the first time in what felt like forever. She needed somebody. Now, Matt was good looking, but Alan...Alan was something else. She paused for a second.\n\nAh, fuck it. Lucys bet is a bit of fun, but youve got to put yourself first.\n\n&nbsp;\n\nLucy groaned as she watched Emilia walk away, pulling Alan by his hand. She turned to Mary.\nWell, its your turn. Lets hope he still likes you." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Youve been depressed ever since a bike it accident left you with two broken arms and in a lengthy hospital stay. The only good think is the hot and friendly nurse that always stops by. Shes been edging you every day for a month, promising to finish the job once youve recovered." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Erics face twisted, gritting his teeth as every muscle in his neck and head seemed to bulge out at the same time. \n\nGood, good, keep going! His physical therapist said. \n\nSpittle flew past his lips as he mustered every ounce of physical effort in his body, willing it into his upper body.\n\nThere you go Eric! Keep going! Youre almost there!\n\nHe let out a pained groan as his fingers, no longer able to grasp the five pound dumbbell, relented. The weight fell to the rubber floor with a dull thud and bounced away. Eric, exasperated, nearly fell to his knees. \n\nEasy there! The PT said. Eric didnt pay much attention to the fact he was being held up by the armpits. He struggled to regain himself. \n\nS-sorry doc, he said with short breath, I almost almost had it. He straightened up and focused on that weight. That damned, five pound dumbbell with its mocking, bright pink rubber coating. The majority of people above the age of five would have no trouble with that thing, but ever since the accident, it was Erics greatest enemy. \n\nIts alright, bud, the therapist said, really, its alright. I know it might not seem like much, but youve made more progress than any patient Ive ever had. And believe me, Ive had a lot. He placed a reassuring hand onto Erics shoulder before helping him put the casts back around his wrists and forearms. A week ago, you walked out of that OR unable to pick up a pencil. Now look at you! Soon youll be bench pressing with the best of em!\n\nEric nodded, though he was clearly unimpressed. He had a long way to go as far as he was concerned. \n\nCome on, Ill walk you back to your room, the therapist said, leading the way, maybe Ill get a chance to see that fine nurse that works in your wing. What was her name again? \n\nRosa, he replied.\n\nRosa. Not Nurse Delgado, or Rosalind? She just Rosa to you? The older man raised an eyebrow to Eric, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. \n\nEric felt the muscles in his throat tighten. \n\nAh man now that you mention it, the PT continued, all of her patients seem to recover faster than the other nurses. I wonder why that is?\n\nUh, its um, because shes, uh, shes very good at-\n\nBedside manner, the PT said with a nod, shes got good bedside manner.\n\nRight, ha, Eric said, bedside manner. Thats it.\n\nThe two reached Erics room without much else to say.\n\n**\n\nFor the second time that day, Eric cursed his broken arms. \n\nSeventeen seconds? Rosa said. Her fingers, slick with a combination of lube and Erics precum, slid up his shaft so slowly that it was agonizing. \n\nIt-it was the best I could do! Eric pleaded. His thin hospital gown was pulled up, bunched around his waist in a crinkly mess. His legs were stretched out as far as they could go, toes curling and flexing with every minute movement of those soft hands along his shaft. The motion wasnt very much, but it was all he could do. \n\nSeventeen seconds, is is a lot! He said. He opened his eyes, which felt like they had been clenched shut for a very long time. He met Rosas eyes, which were like opals embedded into ivory. He was begging for sweet release. \n\nShe tilted her head, causing her curly hair to bob slightly as she did. Her lips, which were a delicate shade of pink set on the caramel tone of her face, curled into a mischievous smile. \n\nThe deal, she said slowly, standing as she did, was thirty seconds. Thirty seconds total.\n\nThe pressure of her fingers around the head of his cock, which, granted, wasnt a lot to begin with, began to relent. Every nanosecond that passed felt like an eternity as her hand released his cock.\n\nNo, please! Eric pleaded. \n\nThirty seconds, Rosa continued, and you get to finish. She moved her hands back to her sides, then stared down at Erics cock. It stood straight out from his naked hips, glistening from wetness. She watched how it throbbed, aching for human touch once again. Veins bulged from it, the muscles and nerves desperate for something anything. She held back the urge to giggle as the head flared, trying uselessly to swell to a size where it could feel the soft caress of her fingers again. It got nothing in return, except a sticky drop of precum that slid down to his balls. \n\nFuck, Eric breathed, Im dying, Rosa! Please* Ill do anything! His hips moved, almost like it was involuntary, as he thrust weakly. His balls, which looked swollen and full, tightened and pulled closer to his body. \n\nAnything? Rosa said as she moved towards him. She leaned over his body until her lips were almost touching his ear. He could feel her breath against it and the heat of her body above his. \n\nYes! Eric said, his cock so hard it actually hurt. \n\nThen hold the weight for thirty seconds. \n\nWith that, Rosa leaned back away, folding her arms in front of her chest. She was wearing pink scrubs, and unlike most other nurses, whose work clothes tended to be loose and baggy, Rosa managed to fill hers out impressively, setting her apart from the other nurses. Not including, of course, her borderline sadistic method of improving her patients recoveries. \n\nFuck! Eric said as his head hit his pillow, defeated. Seventeen seconds felt like an eternity. How would he possibly get to thirty anytime soon? \n\nIt isnt fair, he muttered, holding his broken arms before him, its just not fair! Seventeen seconds is hard enough!\n\nRosa smiled broadly, but the exasperated Eric failed to recognize his own pun. \n\nSeventeen is good, dammit! Eric said petulantly. \n\nYeah? Rosa said, taking a seat on Erics bed, if seventeen is so great, why dont you go ahead and finish yourself then? She glanced down at that hard, throbbing rod of flesh, which hadnt lost any of its vigor. \n\nEric swallowed a dry throat, then moved his right hand down to his crotch. Rosa watched as he struggled to grip his own, slippery cock hard or long enough to get anywhere close to cumming. After a few dozen curses, Eric gave up, finally admitting that his broken arms still were far from healed. \n\nI hate everything, Eric moped. One week of intense physical therapy and he couldnt even jerk himself off. Even a cocky young man like Eric could feel down at a time like this. \n\nSeventeen seconds isnt a total loss, Rosa said, trying to cheer him up. \n\nYes it is, he replied, you said it yourself, I cant even get my-\n\nHe stopped when Rosas hand grasped his wrist tightly. Next thing he knew, his hand was under her shirt, brushing against her soft skin. \n\nStill good enough to do this, isnt it? She said with a smirk. Eric, like he was remembering how to ride a bike, squeezed Rosas breast through her bra. The flesh was soft and warm. His hands, which might have been too weak to make himself cum, could still appreciate the intricacies of a female breast. \n\nOh, he said dumbly. His fingers fumbled around until her bra slid up, fully exposing her breast. Rosa wasnt necessarily a slim girl; she was curvy where it counted. He spread his fingers out, then closed them in around her tit. His hand would have to be another fifty percent bigger if he was to encompass the entire thing, he thought. Though thinking wasnt easy, with Rosas hard nipple pressing into his palm. \n\nSee, seventeen isnt bad, she said, grabbing his other hand. He nodded but she didnt bring it to her other breast like he thought. Instead, his eyes widened in surprise as his hand was forced past the elastic of her waistband and between her thighs. \n\nLet me give you a preview of what you get when you get to twenty seconds!" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"Do her tits and ass get bigger?\"\"No.\"\"Does she turn into a monster?\"\"No..\"\"Is she an angel or demon?\"\"Er...no.\"\"DO WE SWAP BODIES!?\"\"Fraid not.\"\"Ok, I give up. What makes her magical then?\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "John slammed his mug of ale on the table and glared at his companion, \"Ok, I give up. What makes her magical then?\"\n\nThe more muscular man chuckled and shrugged, \"I dunno, but people're saying that she's got magical powers, so's it's got to be true.\"He gestures his hand towards a barmaid that is collecting a tray of drinks for some customers, \"She's just too normal, so there's gotta be something strange 'bout her.\"\n\n\"This was a shit bet, Alfie.\"John replies as he slides over his gold coin. \"Alright, let's make a new bet?\"\n\n\"A'right, what's this bet then?\"\n\n\"Whichever one of us figures out what her 'magical' power is gets the other's whole coin purse.\"\n\nThe man glances at his coin purse for a moment before he eagerly slams it onto the table, \"Fuck it, I'm in!\"\n\n\"You...don't need to get your money out yet mate...\"\n\nWith a hint of embarrassment, Alfie tucks his coin purse back into his belt, \"R-right.\"\n___\nAlfie was up first, and he had a plan that was utterly fool-proof. He stood up from the table and confidently strode over to the barmaid. She was easily dwarfed by his rather immense stature. Her eyes gave a hint of curiosity mixed with a slight degree of concern - not that Alfie could make that distinction.\n\nWith a overly-confident grin, Alfie asked, \"Do you have magical powers?\"\n\nThe woman looked a little nervous and sheepishly responded with a shake of her head.\n\nVisibly deflated, Alfie walked back over to his table and sat down. \"Fuck...I was sure that'd work.\"\n\nJohn shook his head exasperatedly, \"Really? If she did have magic powers, why would she just blurt it out?\"\n\n\"I'unno...\"Then, Alfie took a strong gulp of his ale, slamming the mug on the table and beaming a smile so wide that no one would've assumed he'd just been sulking, \"Oh well. Your turn.\"\n\nJohn shook his head, opting to avoid mentioning the extreme mood swing that he just witnessed. He stood up and casually walked over to the barmaid who was in the process of wiping down one of the now-empty tables. Being so close, he noticed things that he hadn't seen before. From a distance, her dark hair tended to cover the majority of the right side of her face, but as she was leaning across the table to clean it, he was able to see just past her hair and spotted a strange, black marking underneath her eye. It was an odd blemish on her otherwise pristine, pale skin; the marking was in the form of a triangle, with strange runic icons on the inside.\n\nWhen the barmaid noticed John's staring, she visibly turned and stood up, ensuring that her eye was now covered by her hair. She didn't speak, but her expression was enough to tell that she was wanting some kind of answer from him. John relaxedly asked, \"So, what's with the weird eye tattoo? Never seen anything like it.\"\n\nThe barmaid meekly took a small step back, her expression showing meekness and discomfort with the current situation. \"I...don't want to talk about it...\"Her voice was almost a whisper amidst the raucous noise of the tavern.\n\n\"Listen, I don't wanna pester you, but apparently you have some magical powers.\"\n\nThe barmaid looks at the floor, trying to avoid eye-contact.\n\n\"So, how about this? How much gold do I have to give you for you to just tell me?\"\n\nAt the mention of gold, the girl's face shoots up. Though her expression still shows a hint of nervousness, there's a degree of interest in her eyes. She seems to take a moment to think it through before quietly saying, \"500 gold...and I'll show you.\"\n\n\"500! Fuck...\"John had the money, that wasn't the issue, but 500 wasn't exactly pocket change. His thoughts then wandered to the result of this bet; John knew that Alfie always kept a heavy coin purse, and if he won this bet, then he'd easily make back the 500 he'd lose. With that settled, John took out the gold and handed it to the girl, \"Alright, 500 it is.\"\n\nShe smiles softly as she holds the small sack of coins. \"Follow me then...\"\n\nAs she leads him towards the spare rooms, John catches the attention of Alfie and bears the smuggest grin he could muster. Alfie didn't really get the message, but he was pretty sure that John was happy about something. Seeing that John was leaving the main tavern area, Alfie called over one of the other barmaids, \"Another ale if ye'd be so kind.\"\n___\nThe woman led John towards one of the smaller spare rooms in the tavern. It wasn't the prettiest, but it was functional, and honestly, that was all that was needed - no one was coming to the tavern for a luxurious bed after all. She gently smiled and said, \"Can you turn away...for a few moments.\"\n\nJohn shrugged as he turned away, \"Sure, sure.\"\n\nA few minutes passed, and John couldn't entirely tell what was going on behind him. But from the sounds, he could tell that she was undressing somewhat. The barmaid quietly said, \"Y-you can turn around now.\"\n\nWithout any reason to not do so, John turned and received a very pleasant sight. The woman had indeed stripped, but John hadn't expected her to go completely naked, not that he was complaining. Her figure was pleasant; she had a slightly plumper frame, but it was undeniably attractive. It wasn't magical, but it was a damn nice sight. Most notably, she had pulled her hair back into a small ponytail, revealing her right eye and the marking that was beneath it. John shrugged and said, \"Okay, you're pretty hot, but I'm not going to say that this is magical by any means.\"\n\nThe woman nodded and gently approached John, \"Place a finger on the mark under my eye.\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\nShe smiled slightly, \"Your finger. Place it on the mark...\"\n\nJohn sighed a little, \"This is fucking weird.\"Despite his reservations, he wasn't about to waste 500 gold to lose a bet, so he placed his finger on the marking. The moment his finger connected with the runic pattern, the markings began to crawl across her skin, rapidly covering the woman's body in this strange, runic scripture. John tried to pull his finger away but couldn't; it was as if his finger was physically stuck to her. After a few seconds, the pattern then started to crawl across John's finger, up his arm, and presumably across his own body, although he couldn't see that.\n\nHis panic calmed a few moments later after the strange force that was holding him in place released and he almost flew backwards onto the floor. He looked up at the woman; her body still covered by these markings and shouted, \"What the fuck was that!?\"\n\nThe barmaid didn't respond. A few moments passed as John pulled himself off the ground and stared at the girl. Her eyes were motionless, her expression completely neutral, and her body felt cold to the touch. But that only lasted a moment. She turned to face him, making John instinctively jump back a little. As she opened her mouth, the sound of a sharp inhale caught John's attention; it sounded like her, but with a strange echoing reverb to it.\n\n\"New user recognized: John Watsonhans.\"\n\n\"What the fuck?\"John knew for a fact he had never told this girl his name. And the strange voice she spoke with was creepy, to say the least.\n\n\"Unit designation: MG-103. Awaiting new unit designation.\"\n\nJohn looked at the naked woman with a look that was almost as confused as it was terrified, \"Designation? What the fuck, is that like your name or something?\"It did occur to John that he hadn't even asked this woman for her name; he made a mental note to ask for people's names before striking conversation in the future.\n\nThe girl, MG-103, turned to John and said, \"Unit designation: MG-103. Unabbreviated designation: Magical Girl 103. Awaiting new unit designation.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The elf squirmed in the embrace of the Sorceress, who was fingering her pussy and teasing her clit with unimaginable skill. What little focus she had left was solely on not cumming until the hourglass was empty, lest the sand magically return to the top. Or she could forfeit and be her toy." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"This can end at any moment you desire, all you need is swear yourself to me.\"The Sorceress said. Her skin was lightly tanned, her robes beautiful, flowing, as if she were underwater. Her hands were soft of skin, never used to the rough and hard life of those without arcane.\n\n\"Nh, Hm dhn't whnt th, Hm whn't! Hm jhft, hhvm th, fthn, fthn...\"The Elf replied, her words muffled by the massive wad of silk cloth in her mouth. She was forced to chew on in by an equally expensive silk scarf that had been tied over her mouth tightly, keeping the stuffing in place. The Elf's body was pulled into a tight hogtie, having been suspended in the middle of the lavish room for hours now. The Sorceress walked about her trophy, groping here, spanking there. Teasing her toy to the very edge, hoping that she would slip over it of her own volition. Or that she would give up.\n\nIt had been two weeks since the Elf had been captured, split from her party on their quest. The Sorceress had an eye on all of them, and she would have them all in time. But that time was not now. No, now it was only for the fair maiden, who's every step smelled of soft flowers, who's bright pink hair had been adorned with feathers and leaves, and who's every word put at ease the hearts of many.\n\nBut the Sorceress cared not, for she would be the breaker of these things, these hope givers and hope takers. And she began with the Elf.\n\nThe Sorceress ran her hand across the sex of her soon-to-be pet, teasing her lips and finding once more that spot that drove the young woman wild.\n\n\"If that's how you wish it, then so be it. Perhaps another round is in order. But fear not my dear, we've been at it for two weeks now, and I've been waiting hundreds of years, what's a few more?\"She said, and with a smile she began to finger and caress the Elf with renewed vigor.\n\n\"Mn frnmndf wnll fhvm mm, fthp nhh! Hm nmmd hnln gmmp mn mnnd ftrhng, hnd mvmnthhlln, nhh'll fmm...Hmf nhh thnng nhh ghn gmt hwhn wnth thnf, nhh'rm dmlhdmd nhh hhg, Hm ghn't bm, ghn't bm...Hh ghdf, hh ghdf, hh fhgg, Hm ghn't, nhw, Hm'm ghnng, th, HHHHHH!\"The Elf tried to spit, but slowly her mind was filled with a lusty haze once more, and with a shuddering, shaking, moan, the sand reset." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "In a fantasy setting, it's common for inhuman races to have different erogenous zones. Elves have their ears, Succubi have their tails, etc. The resulting chastity items have very peculiar designs, but are no less effective." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Ah, yes,\"the Tiefling said, adjusting his spectacles, \"a scholar on a quest of knowledge, I see. Come this way.\"The red-skinned humanoid leads you down a hallway lined with erotic art of various types and styles. On your left is a rather large painting of an Orc and a Gnome, the gnomish woman hefted up by his meaty hands, and held aloft while his considerable manhood impaled her, though her face belied her pleasure. On your right, just past that, is a marble carving of a dragon's penis, erect, and to scale -- at your height, you have to stand on your tiptoes to get a good look at the bulging end. Further down the hall is a painting on tapestry of a reclining wood elf, her parts bare and exposed, spread open, glistening with arousal and the morning dew. You know that you are precisely where you should be.\n\nThe Tiefling slides and curtain back, bidding you entrance further into this museum of sexual intrigue and deviant history. The first room you come to is littered with marble podiums, scattered about the room with crystalline lights hung above them, properly displaying the item below. As he comes to the first stand, he stops, waves his hand out and then folds his hands together. Your eyes are cast upon a pair of intricate metal asymmetrical triangles with hidden recesses. On what appears to be the front side, is a small gate, also made of metal. \"This,\"he says with a grin, \"is an Elvish Chastity device.\"He reaches down and picks it up, opening and closing the small gate. \"It would be fitted over the ears of the desired elf, and then clasped shut, preventing skin to skin contact in the most sensitive of places...here, here, and here.\"He said, pointing with each one. \"Elves had a tendency to warm up with ear play, and it was a public was of stirring one's loins. So, young daughters or sons to be betrothed, would be locked away as a way of chastity. If you didn't know, an Elves ears become erect, much like a phallus, when toyed with -- yes, both men and women. In such an event, there is a small spike,\"he pointed again, \"here, that jabs the top of the ear, causing the arousal to diminish, and causing excruciating pain to the victim.\"He placed it back down on the column. \"Come.\"\n\nWhen you arrive at the next column, only a few steps down, he picked up two opposing rings, connected by a chain, and a crystal in the center. \"As you know, Succubi are controlled by Fel energies. This crystal here,\"he says, wiggling it with his index finger, \"was usually enchanted to suppress sexual energy. 'But why would you suppress a succubus?' you might ask. Because when Succubi are traded by their summoners, they are kept pure until they are sold. It isn't until its first deflowering that it becomes a deviant. Did you know that? These two rings are used to connect to separate ends of the tail, and fasten them together. In the event of arousal before its intended time, the Fel crystal would actually take a portion of the Succubi's life force as punishment, usually stifling any urges immediately.\"He smiled, placing the item back down.\n\n\"Now this one is truly interesting,\"he said, pushing his spectacles further up his red nose. \"This is an Orcish sexual suppression device, this one for men, specifically.\"He holds up a long, thin, cylindrical device with a chain connected to it, and a small padlock. \"The cylinder is inserted into the shaft of the penis, until it is sunk, and then this chain is fastened on the testicles. If the Orc achieved erection, it pulled a safety that...\"he trailed, activating the tension, snapping small spikes that tightened around what would be the scrotum. \"These spring loaded spikes jab into the scrotum. If for whatever reason, the orc maintains his erection, the spikes will eventually penetrate the scrotum. This was particularly effective in Orcish society, because the women control the men. Did you know that the Orcish refractory period is almost non-existent, which is why there are so many of them. Female orcs can breed their husbands out to any number of women, as many times as they please. I've heard of Orcish orgies that go on for so long that the men have died from dehydration. Could you imagine?!\"He laughed as he placed the device back down.\n\nYou are lead through the room, one device right after the other, such as the typical human chastity belt, an insertable forged steel tube for Dwarvish women, a clockwork spring-trap cockring for Gnomes, and an echanted crystal binder for Tieflings. \n\nAs he stops you at the end of the room he gestured behind him. \"Back there are all the toys that are preferred by the races. Standard and specific. Would you like to see more?\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Although lifelong friends, two girls finally learn they share a secret affinity for bondage." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jade had been a blushing, flustered mess from the moment Aubrey had asked her for this \"favor\". \n\n\"Hey, mind tying me up before you go to bed?\"At first, Jade was distracted by seeing her friend walking around with a flowery, purple bra that matched her silky hair, while also displaying a generous amount of cleavage that, no matter how long two people were friends for, couldn't be appropriate, right? And then of course Jade got distracted by all the skin that the lower undergarment covered--or lack thereof--and how well it complimented those delicate stockings and delectable curv-\n\nThen, she noticed the numerous lengths of rope that Aubrey held in both of her ebony-gloved hands, coils that looked suspiciously similar to the ones that Jade had stashed unde-\n\nThen the question that Aubrey had asked finally processed in her head after about thirty seconds of being an entranced, slack-jawed, drooling fool. At least, that's how Jade felt after taking about seven tries to simply stutter out a whispered \"w-w-wh...at..?\"\n\n\"You know, a bit of a bondage thing. Tie me up nice and tight, so that my movements are reduced to useless struggles and my speech is nothing more than intelligible, muffled murmurs.\"As Aubrey spoke, Jade became assured that this wasn't some big joke, some prank to embarrass her, no, Aubrey couldn't hold a straight face this long for something like this unless she wasn't one hundred percent serious. Though apparently, she didn't know the purple haired girl well enough to realize that they shared a few of these...fantasies. Of course Jade had never pictured it being Aubrey before, but now that she stood in front of her, dressed like that, holding those, asking for this...\n\n\"I...uh...o-okay...\"Aubrey smirked, placing one of her gloved hands into Jade's left, placing some of the rope in it. But she didn't let go, instead holding her roommate's hand as she began to lead the shaking girl back to Aubrey's bedroom.\n\nEven more rope was scattered along her bed, along with a few clean, white cloths. Aubrey simply sat down on the end of her mattress, her legs pressed against each-other while her hands rested on her thighs, simply waiting for her \"domme\"to begin tying her up.\n\n\"Oh, r-right...\"She was still losing herself in thought, finally finding her hands to a rope so she could begin wrapping it around her...friend's ankles. Just friends. Always have been.\n\nEven as she struggled with embarrassment, uncertainty and shaky hands, her rope-work was still expertly clean. She quickly finished the knot around Aubrey's ankles, and worked through two more ropes for her legs, one above and one below the knees, without even slowing down. Jade finally looked upwards only to see Aubrey staring intently at her, smiling, with a slight blush of her own on her cheeks, slightly wiggling her legs to test the bindings.\n\n\"Mmmm...you're very good at this, aren't you?\"The teasing compliment was enough to send Jade back into a dazed state, having to take a seat on the bed beside the half-bound beauty to recover.\n\nWhen a foreign hand found its way one of Jade's, slightly rubbing as it was held gently...that finally dragged the girl out of her confused state. She grabbed a few ropes and kneeled behind Aubrey on the bed, expectantly waiting for the arms she planned on tying to simply move to behind her back. She waited, and waited...until it was made clear...\n\nJade shakily grabbed one of Aubrey's hands, pulling it behind her, an act that was met with no resistance. She repeated it with the other one, and positioned them in a box-like shape behind Aubrey's back, with one hand touching the opposing elbow, before she began to work with the ropes. While she began to bind the willing submissive's arms, Jade realized she did have a question of her own.\n\n\"so...uh...how'd you know I like...this?\"She mumbled out, which Aubrey listened intently to.\n\n\"Well, you had rope marks all along your legs this morning...I connected the dots from there.\"\n\n\"O-Oh...\"She tried to be as discreet as possible, but it was very obvious that she was giving numerous glances over her shoulder and past her polka dotted undergarments that she was checking to see if even the slightest of markings were still there. Of course, Aubrey chuckled softly.\n\nJade realized a little too late that with the way she was binding Aubrey, she'd have to get...a little personal with the ropes. Wrapping them above and below her breasts was bad enough, her hand jumping away if she'd even brushed against her bosom or bra, but she also had to pull two ropes through the middle of her breasts, and then spend a lot of time working with a knot. After fumbling with that knot for about five minutes, unable to properly focus as she crouched in front of Aubrey's chest, her eyes unwillingly shifting...elsewhere before she lost where she was, she finally exclaimed:\n\n\"Lets...do the gag now, shall we? Uh, how...how would you...\"\n\n\"Take one cloth, scrunch it all up, and stuff it in my mouth, packed nice and tightly. Then, take another, wrap it around as much of my face as you can, and tie it securely behind my head. Then, tie another one, for good measure.\"\n\n\"O-okay...\"She followed Aubrey's instructions exactly, carefully brushing away her hair as she prepared all three of the cloths. There were satisfied moans and grunts from Aubrey that reassured Jade each and every time she correctly added another cloth. Jade, simply gave off heavy breaths, desperate to stay calm.\n\n\"Uhmm...you can still breath, right?\"Obviously the cloth was covering her mouth, but her small nose was also trapped underneath. Jade gave a sigh of relief when Aubrey nodded that she was alright in response. \"Good...\"she continued, \"that makes one of us, at least.\"\n\nShe finally finished the harness around Aubrey's body, and she struggled happily, unable to loosened even an inch of any of the ropes binding her, and her moans and grunts were quite muffled, just as was asked for. There were only a few leftover ropes, and Jade was going to put them aside, but...it would be wrong not to ask...she justified.\n\n\"Uhm...I-I could...tie a rope over your crotch...i-if you'd like.\n\nOf course Aubrey nodded excitedly. A-And of course, you could easily explain why the person who had a rope tightened over their most sensitive region would let out such a lustful moan...but it was a little harder for Jade to rationalize why that caused feeling for her too. S-She couldn't...any longer...\n\n\"Uhm...I guess I should untie you soon, shouldn't I?\"\n\nJade hoped for any sort of ambiguity in Aubrey's response, but she clearly shook her head no and let out a disapproving grunt.\n\n\"Oh...uh, when, then?\"\n\nAubrey laid her body against her pillows, and her body flat against the mattress.\n\n\"Y-you want...all night..?\"\n\nShe vigorously nodded yes.\n\n\"Okay...I'll just...go to my room now.\"\n\nA distressful, muffled moan came from Aubrey. Jade looked at her confusingly for a moment, before she realized why the bound lady was shaking and throwing herself against the sheets as a form of communication.\n\n\"Y-You want me to...tuck you in?\"\n\nOnce again, Aubrey nodded. To pull someone, who couldn't cooperate, underneath the bed-sheets they were laying on...it required a lot of touching, and feeling, and pulling. Enough of those, that Jade really had to leave the room once she finally brought the covers over Aubrey, mumbling something about a good night before-\n\nThere was one more requesting moan from the restrained lady. Jade stopped, and turned to see her doing nothing but looking deep into her own eyes, the lightly colored pupils of her own sharing a longing gaze with the begging blue irises of Aubrey's.\n\nJade stepped back towards the bed, pulling the sheets up, taking one last look at Aubrey's bound body in all of its beauty. She shifted slightly away, presenting a space in the bed for her. Jade stepped in, bringing the blankets over the both of them. Aubrey shuffled back over, snuggling up against her roommate, resting quietly, still looking deep into her eyes before her own began to shutter.\n\nAnd Jade...felt a lot. But when she brought her arm over Aubrey's body, barely hearing the quietest, drowsiest moan of satisfaction as she was pulled in a little closer...\n\nFor the first time, Jade began to relax, breathing calmly before she soon drifted away, joining her frie...perhaps now, girlfriend in a blissful slumber." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Things have become a lot more fun since the party learned how deeply the elf was into consensual non-consent..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I've got one or two pt 2s I need to finish but I wanted to get a submission in for this early. Nice prompt!\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\nPt. 1\n\nSil heard someone clumsily messing with the flap of her tent and her eyes flew open. Elves didn't really \"sleep\"anyway. \n\nShe remained perfectly still as one of the men crept in, his heat moving closer and then right over her, heavy, beer-drenched breath washing over her pale slender neck and making her skin crawl as her heartrate rocketed.\n\nWhen should she start reacting? When he touched her? Or would she wait 'til he entered? No, most of the fun was in the struggle. And she could go all out too, really fight kicking and screaming. The company she kept was more than strong enough to overpower a petite elven female and hold her down, no matter how much she struggled. Besides, there wasn't anyone within earshot that would come to help in a misguided attempt at heroism. If anything, her shrieks would encourage a second visitor, maybe she'd even be dragged out by the hair and thrown in the dust in front of the fire to be passed around.\n\nThe thought made her bite her lip instinctually, almost enough to draw blood.\n\nShe was vulnerable. Exposed. An easy target. She wasn't even wearing her day clothes, just a simple, thin shift which acted as a night dress. She wasn't dressed to be decent in front of male company, she was nearly naked, and the shift was easily dispatched.\n\nShe had two more in her luggage if this one got ruined.\n\nShe screwed her eyes shut and quivered as he brought his face closer, the wiry bristles of his beard barely pricking her soft cheek. Unable to completely control her fight-or-flight response, she shook like a leaf as a rough hand carefully peeled back her blankets without resistance and scraped across the pale, unmarked skin of her strong thigh, up, under the short skirt of her nightdress. \n\nUntil now he hadn't spoken, just an anonymous, ominous presence. Now, he broke the silence with a hoarse whisper, and she recognised the noble man at arms who, during the day so graciously helped her over fences and treated her like a lady. Strange, he didn't seem nearly as rough as the rest of them. Alcohol did strange things to otherwise upstanding men she supposed. Not an unwelcome surprise. \n\n\"So. You're awake then? Little Lady Elf?\"\n\nShe didn't respond. She rarely did.\n\n\"Best if you just stay quiet for now and lay still. I'll be done in a bit.\"\n\nLike hell she would. She hoped he was just delivering a line and not actually expecting her to cower and make it easy, otherwise he was in for a nasty surprise." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A human warrior has been continuously challenging you to a duel, losing on purpose, and bemoaning the idea that you would ravish them. You, an orc from a peaceful and civilized society, are sick of the fetishization of your kind." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Taking only a split second to assess Layla's stance, I slipped my epee in between her wild swings and pressed its blunted point to her throat. It wasn't a difficult strike by any means - Layla, like most human swordfighters, had been taught to value showmanship as highly as actual effectiveness. On a real battlefield, against someone fighting to kill, she'd have gone down several exchanges ago.\n\nShe was clearly not giving her all. She wanted to lose, and I was almost tempted to refuse to play along, to throw the fight from my end too. But that's the thing about us orcs - we can't resist a challenge, even one with a crystal-clear ulterior motive.\n\n\"Match,\"I said, signalling my victory. \"Good try.\"\n\nLayla sunk to her knees theatrically. \"Oh, misery,\"she groaned. \"Defeated at an orc's rough hands, I am undone...\"She threw her head back, and her bosom came close to bursting free from her perilously low-cut tunic.\n\nI sheathed my blade, saying nothing. This was getting tiring.\n\n\"I suppose,\"said Layla, now gazing up at me with pleading eyes, \"I'm yours to do with as you please now. The dojo's empty, nobody would be able to _stop_ you...\"\n\n\"Layla...\"I began.\n\n\"Just take me now, you brute!\"Layla wailed. \"Take your wicked pleasure!\"\n\nThat was over the line.\n\n\"Enough!\"I bellowed.\n\nLayla flinched. \"Zanek?\"she whimpered.\n\n\"I'm not going to fucking ravage you just because you're a human woman I beat in a fight, Layla!\"I regretted the harsh tone even as I spoke, but the anger was finally getting the better of me, and the words kept tumbling out, almost unbidden. \"I'm not a _predator_!\"\n\nLayla was getting to her feet, confused, perhaps a little afraid. \"But, but, I've heard the stories, your kind...\"\n\n\"My kind? _My kind?_\"I thundered. \"We all the same to you, are we? What, would you rather I break down your door like a Skull Clan raider and carry you off into the night? Is that what orcs are to you?\"\n\n\"No, no,\"stammered Layla. \"Zanek, it's not like that!\"\n\n\"You could have fucking fooled me,\"I snarled.\n\n\"I _like_ you, okay?\"\n\n\"You -\"Now it was my turn to be stunned into silence.\n\n\"I thought this was how I was meant to flirt with you,\"she said. She sounded defeated, her confident stance deflating as she spoke.\n\nIt clicked into place and I buried my face in my hands. \"That's not _better_,\"I said. \"You understand how that's not better, right?\"\n\n\"I didn't know any better!\"Layla protested. \"Human books on orcs are all propaganda anyway, and it's not like I can talk to friends about this...you're really the only orc I know well enough, and, well, I couldn't ask you.\"\n\nI shook my head. \"Layla, how would you flirt with a human man?\"\n\nShe paused in thought. \"I don't know,\"she said. \"Buy a drink, maybe. Connect over something we liked.\"\n\n\"And you like swordfighting, right?\"I said.\n\n\"I do,\"said Layla. \"But I'm not as good as you, you beat me every...\"\n\nI reached forward and pressed a finger to her lips. \"I beat you because you _want to be beaten_. I've seen you against the others here. You're not half bad.\"I sighed. \"But pretending to be some poor vulnerable weakling isn't how you get me interested. I want to be _challenged_.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry,\"said Layla. And, looking her up and down, I believed her. There was no malice in her anti-orcish sentiment, just generations of mistrust. It'd take work to undo. \"I've let you down,\"she said, tears welling up in her eyes. \"I've been so...\"\n\nNope. For all I felt for her, I had neither the energy nor the inclination for this conversation. I turned on my heel and made for the changing rooms. \"I'll see you next week, Layla,\"I called back.\n\n\"Next...week?\"Layla said, temporarily startled out of her sobs.\n\nI turned back to her. \"Next week,\"I said. \"And next week, I want you to fight me like you _want_ the win.\"\n\nI muttered curses under my breath. This was going to make my nightly wank to charged, conflicted thoughts of Layla so much more _complicated_.\n\n_(To be continued, maybe? Apologies that this didn't get dirty, but I hope it's a fun read nonetheless!)_" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The breathtaking and flirty elven instructor used a unique challenge to motivate her advanced enchantment students. Anyone who could break through her mental defenses was free to have their way with her for the rest of the class period!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alaister gritted his teeth as Professor Fae strutted by his desk- it wasn't fair, gods damn it. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she thought it was hilarious. The only elven professor at the Mage's College in the center of the continent's largest human kingdom, she had her students wrapped around her fingertips and she knew it. \n\n\"I hope you've all been studying hard,\"she said, her tone languid. \"Because today, we get...practical.\"\n\nAlaister squinted at the professor. Damn it all, he didn't have time for this. He was a conjurer, not an enchanter. He was only here for the credit. Plus, he was still recovering from a grueling day on the tourney fields...the last thing he needed was for Professor Fae to get up to her familiar tricks.\n\n\"Enchanting, of course, is a dangerous school of the arts. It must be used responsibly. For example...Sylvester! Are you wearing a petticoat today?\"said Professor Fae.\n\nSylvester, one of Alaister's teammates on the Dueling Team, leaped up from his seat.\n\n\"Yes, Professor. A frilly pink petticoat.\"\n\nThe class snickered, and Sylvester blinked and looked around.\n\n\"Wait...I didn't mean that.\"\n\n\"Of course you didn't,\"said the Professor. \"That's the power of enchanting. You didn't have any mental defenses up, so I made you say something silly.\"\n\nShe leaned forward over her lectern, and it took all of Alaister's discipline not to stare.\n\n\"Imagine the possibilities...breaking through someone's mental defenses, getting to the very core of their mind...\"\n\nShe twirled a lock of her platinum blonde hair, and a smile played at her lips.\n\n\"Like I said, I hope you all did the readings this week. Because today's lesson will be practical...\"\n\n\"You're going to enchant us?\"said Alaister, skeptically.\n\n\"No, just the opposite. You all are going to enchant me.\"Professor Fae's smile was devilish. \"Whoever gets through my mental defenses...well, they get through my mental defenses. And you know what that means...I'll be at your mercy. Oh, please, won't you strong human boys treat me well? Don't make me do anything...embarrassing.\"\n\nAlaister looked around the room; some of his wizard peers were sweating, others were shifting in their seats. All at once, a cacophony of magic words went up from around the lecture hall.\n\nNobody had done the reading, that much was obvious. But enchanting wasn't that hard...Professor Fae wasn't exactly teaching a 101 class.\n\nBut despite the mental onslaught of what must have been thirty wizards, Professor Fae's smile never changed. She bent down to pick up a pencil, legs straight, and when she straightened up she smirked at the class.\n\n\"That's all? This is neither here nor there, but did you know elves don't have body hair? We're smooth from the neck down.\"\n\nProfessor Fae laughed as an audible groan went up from the class, and a dozen wizards tried again. Some of them rubbed their temples, others rubbed their eyes; Alaister reflected that the Professor's mental defenses must have been truly potent. He hadn't even tried to penetrate them...\n\n'Think. What would I do on the tournament field?' He frowned, and he tried to formulate a strategy...he said a few words and ventured a minor enchantment of his own...which was instantly dispelled. The Professor was good at what she did...\n\nBut, so was Alaister. He wasn't much of an enchanter, but he was good on the tourney field. He was a proud member of the varsity Dueling Team...so he did what any self-respecting Duelist would do. He stood up, and he walked right up to his adversary.\n\n\"Aleister, can I help you?\"said Professor Fae.\n\nBut he didn't answer; instead, he picked up the petite woman and threw her over his shoulder.\n\n\"Hey!\"she yelled, and she squirmed under his grasp...her hair smelled like strawberries.\n\nAnd Aleister tried his spell again...\n\n\"You win, Aleister,\"said Professor Fae. \"Wait. No! You cheated!\"\n\nHe grinned, as she spoke the words he had compelled her to speak, and he put her down. She smoothed out her dress, and spoke again.\n\n\"Aleister, you're very handsome. You pierced my mental defenses, so now you get me all to yourself all afternoon. Please, take me back to your dorm and let me suck that big human cock.\"\n\nShe turned around.\n\n\"Class dismissed, everybody, because Alaister is cool and handsome and good at enchanting. Now get out and let him fuck my brains out in peace.\"\n\nThe class roared with laughter...and with jealousy. But they slowly filed out of the lecture hall...and when Alaister and Fae were alone, she grinned at him.\n\n\"Professor, that wasn't me,\"he said. \"I only cast the spell to make you say I won...I'm not sure where all the other stuff came from.\"\n\nHe was a little concerned; he didn't want to cross any lines.\n\n\"I'm not sure what you're talking about. You must just be better at enchanting than you think.\"\n\nProfessor Fae smiled devilishly...and Alaister had a sinking suspicion that he was worse at enchanting than he had thought, but it didn't seem all that important." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "You have several beautiful female friends. All of whom can sometimes be a butcomfortable around you. Often not bothering to wear clothes even. One day, they invite you to a sauna, and upon all of you stripping down and getting in, they see your hard on. Waityour not gay!?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "What on earth would make you think that? Scott asked, everything making sense now. \n\nWell, you never have talked about a girlfriend, Anna replied. Her perky B cup breasts were pointed right at Scott. She was always the straight forward one. Maybe because she was the short sassy redhead, but either way Scott was really trying hard not to stare at her breasts. Especially now that they were starting to glisten with sweat. \n\nWhen have I had time for a girlfriend. Work, evening classes, and then having you ladies around all the time. Any girl coming over would be immediately jealous. Scott replied back in a huff. \n\nWow, someone has some pent up frustration. Anna quickly said back. Then added, ah, that makes sense now. Crystal did only ever come by the house once.\n\nJulie decide to chime in. She was the tallest of them, straight black hair to her shoulder blades. Big DD breasts and not to bad of an ass. With long legs that made any guy, and some girls, stop in their tracks. What do you mean by immediately jealous?\n\nOh come on Julie, Scott here knows hes got a trio of tens living bag in his house with him. Anna answered Julie. \n\nAll Scott did was nod his head in agreement. \n\nSo you had an issue with all of us walking around naked, talking about sex, periods, shaving, cocks? It was now Sarah who chimed in. She was blond, but not the bimbo. She was the smartest, had the biggest ass and average breasts. Hair was down to her shoulders. She was now facing Scott. Legs crossed, breasts glistening just like Annas. \n\nActually I had no issue, with any of it. Ive learned more about girls in general the past few months than I probably could in a lifetime. The hardest part was not staring at your bodies too long. Otherwise Id end up like this. Scott looked down. His cock was now rock hard and leaking. \n\nIt also didnt help that he had just stood there in the sauna. With the three ladies sitting down looking back at him. Letting him be able to look from on lady to another with ease. And see naked bodies in all their naked glory. \n\nWell, Im sorry for assuming you were gay, Anna says. All three girls were looking at Scott, mainly Scotts cock. It was a quite nice, thick 7 inches. No hair at all, he must have shaved early today. \n\nThe ladies look back and feel Ruth between each other and smirk at each other. \n\nWhat? Scott asks cautiously. \n\nWell, now that the cats out of the bag, we just have one question for you, Anna says with a smirk still on her face. \n\nAnd that question is?\n\nWhich one is better, my strip, Julies trimmed bush, or smooth Sarah? With that each girl spread her legs, each one showing off just what Anna said. \n\nScott could see Annas strip of hair, going right down to a perfect slit. Anna had described it as her prom pussy, since it did look like one youd see in porn. \n\nJulies bush looked good, trimmed short but still very visible. But it didnt hide her lips at all. Scott remembered Julie bitching about a guy refusing to go down her because she had hair down there. They spent ten minutes making fun of him. \n\nSarah was smooth, her lips were a lot bigger than the other two, he remembered Sarah talking about a dude calling them beef flaps. He had to stifle a laugh when she said it. They all then spent the next ten minutes bashing that guy as well. Scott had to agree with the ladies. She just had big lips, deliciously big lips.\n\nScott just stood there looking from one lady to the other. His cock was absolutely throbbing now. And he really didnt want to chose. Ummmmm, was all he could say. \n\nThe girls all giggled. They knew what they were doing. \n\nSarah broke the silence, we know its not fair to make you choose. You really cant make a good decision until you eat us out.\n\nScotts jaw dropped to the ground. At least he felt it did that.\n\nJulie jumped in, what Sarah is saying that we are sorry for drive you crazy. And we would love to make it up to you. Especially then you such an impressivemember.\n\nJulie pointed to Scotts glistening cock. Scott looked down, then back up. Before he could say anything they all got up and walked to Scott. They all smiled at Scott and kneeled down in front of him. \n\nScott couldnt believe his luck." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "As soon as gene mods became readily available, everyone started getting them, especially the naughty ones. In hindsight, they probably should've considered the possibility that they'd pass these genes down to their now-adult kids..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Lisa had always wished she had been born to different parents. Her mother hadn't even gotten a lewd mod, she worked in construction so she got tough skin. Her father had gotten a cat boy mod though and she was in the first batch of babies where people learned that that one got stronger as the genes passed on. But more over the two recently had a complication.\n\nShe was covered head to toe in fur, she looked like something out of a furry artist's drawing from the early 2020's. More so when her adult coat grew in a couple years ago, which as it turned out was incompatible with modern clothing. She could wear a loose dress for a little while, but even then she'd start to break out with a rash if she didn't get out of it in a couple hours, something to do with ferrous dandruff and the coarse fur. It insulated her well enough, she was having a hard time finding a job.\n\nIn collage she had managed to complete her degree by virtue of her campus being technically clothing optional, her friends even started to walk around less clothed to support her condition (though she did think it may have been just that they where exhibitionists rather then supportive).\n\nThings got a bit harder when she had to mail the town office for permission to be naked in their town. The mayor had written up a permit specifically catered to her condition sense his own daughter grew up to have a cum addiction. But there was still a problem, for some reason, her permit specifically disallowed her from making sexual harassment lawsuits.\n\nHonestly, the people of the town weren't too bad, it was clear when she wasn't in the mood and when she was, she didn't mind the touches too much.\n\nThankfully, people rather liked her being around. Sure, she had to do some 'favors' for some bigger services. But now she wanted a car and well...that's a big service.\n\n\"So...I don't really have any money, but you know my condition.\"Lisa said \"what's the car worth to you?\"She asked the man standing by the car she had agreed to look at.\n\n\"Oh she ain't mine. You'll wanna go inside and talk to my wife for that.\"He explained \"I'm just here to send you inside.\"\n\n\"Oh, okay, thanks.\"She said, suspicious but desperate.\n\nInside there was a woman covered in fur like Lisa herself, though this woman was clearly supposedto be a dog and she could wear clothes as displayed by her floral dress. \"Oh! You must be Lisa! You came to talk about the car right?\"\n\n\"Y-yeah, well, I really only have about one thing on offer you know.\"Lisa admitted. \"Seems like I'm doing more and more of it lately for less and less...\"\n\n\"Well...a car is a pretty big thing so...how about a week?\"\n\n\"A-a week?\"\n\n\"Yeah I've always wanted a cat!\"She giggled \"but yes, and before you say no, let me say this, if you stay for a month my hubby will fix it up as much as he can in that time and you can stay as long as you want after that.\"\n\n\"How does that make it better?!\"\n\n\"Well on paper it doesn't, but in practice it gives me a week to prove to you that you want to and a month to convince you to stay forever.\"She smiled big and wide.\n\nLisa didn't answer for a moment, trying not to admit to herself how hot it started to sound...or maybe she was just horny for a stable life. \"Wh-what would I be doing?\"\n\n\"Oh some chores, mostly sexy stuff and whatever else you want.\"The woman answered \"I'm Darla by the way.\"\n\n\"D-darla huh? Alright...w-well if you want me so bad, prove it.\"Lisa said, sitting on the table and spreading her legs. \"Proove that you can make this fun for me too.\"\n\nDarla giggled, eagerly stripping out of her clothes. \"Gladly!\"She giggled kneeling between Lisa's legs. Lisa learned immediately that Darla was good with her tongue. She came twice before Darla lifted her head up to see her flushed and panting face. \"How'd I do?\"\n\n\"I...I want Sundays, off or on top, you can pick.\"Lisa said.\n\n\"Deal, Sundays you're on top.\"Darla giggled \"but today is Saturday so for your first task I want you to get my husband off just like I did.\"\n\nLisa went outside, finding darla's man still sitting in his lawn chair. 'I could get used to this kind of life...' she thought." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She'd been hooking her shy friend up with a bunch of cute girls that she could've sworn were his type, but the relationships never seem to last. She asked the latest girl what the issue was, but only felt regret after finding out; he kept moaning her name during sex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "...my name?\r \n\r \nJenna shrugged, her hands resting on her hips. Dont get me wrong, hes a really nice guy and a fun time. And honestly, it was still better sex than Ive had in a while. But it was definitely your name he said, not mine.\r \n\r \nAnnas pale cheeks flooded red with embarrassment. Jenna, I am so sorry, she pleaded. Had I known, I never wouldve\r \n\r \nJenna put up her hand, stopping Anna as she gave her a sympathetic look. Hey, its fine. Im not mad. She placed her silencing hand on Annas shoulder, squeezing it gently. But I think you and Jeremy need to talk. Because, apparently, Im not the only one he did this to.\r \n\r \nHer chest tightened with guilt. Anna apologized to Jenna again, and as she left, Anna headed straight for Jeremys apartment, her shoes leaving marks on the pavement with the intensity of her sprint. God dammit, Jeremy.\r \n\r \nAs she sped through busy sidewalks and city streets, her mind raged with thoughts. All the times she assumed Jeremy was joking when he flirted with her. The times she caught him looking at her like he was lovestruck. How all of their friends joked about how they were meant to be together. Every time Anna asked him why he was single, or why he didnt put himself out more, he would always tell her, Im okay. Im not lonely. Im just waiting for the right girl to notice me. Anna couldnt have fathomed that he meant he was waiting for her. She felt awful for the girls she had set him up with; she played a role in so many of their heartbreaks. But, part of her couldnt help but be excited, her heart pumping hard as she ran faster.\r \n\r \nThat meant whatever feelings shes been hiding, he felt them too.\r \n\r \nFinally, Anna found herself at his front door, where she pounded furiously until a wide-eyed, confused Jeremy opened the door. Anna? What the hell? Is everything okay?\r \n\r \nDo you want me? Anna asked, trying to catch her breath.\r \n\r \nCome again?\r \n\r \nAnna was still panting. Jenna told me what happened. How during sex you said my name\r \n\r \nJeremy blushed and his voice grew quiet, realizing his secret was out. Oh wow, um thats really embarrassing. He stepped aside, waving her into his apartment, Come on, lets get out of the hall. I guess its about time we had this talk.\r \n\r \nJeremy gave Anna a drink of water and a few minutes to calm down. Then he sat her down on the couch next to him, taking her small hand in his. He took a deep breath, trying not to avoid her gaze, then he spoke as steadily as he could. Anna weve been friends for such a long time. And I cant tell you how much I appreciate that you cared enough to set me up with all of those women. He started to stroke the back of her hand with his thumb, and his eyes softened to that familiar, lovestruck gaze. Annas heart began to flutter. But no matter what, even in the most passionate of moments, all I could think about was you.\r \n\r \nI-I dont understand, Anna stammered, her hands growing noticeably more sweaty. I thought they were your type! Especially Jenna, I mean, shes fucking gorgeous!\r \n\r \nSure, she was, he chuckled. But she wasnt you.\r \n\r \nAnna gulped, her mouth void of any moisture. But, Jeremy, Im not Im not thin or blonde or rich or any of the things that I was almost certain you wanted. I mean, how can I even compare to\r \n\r \nJeremy stopped Annas spiraling by cupping her face and kissing her deeply. Suddenly, all worries left her body as she melted at his touch, returning his affections in earnest. Every kiss unearthed so many secrets from a decade of friendship, the two of them writing those secrets on each others lips and tongues. Anna couldnt believe how sweet he tasted. Jeremy was just relieved to touch her in a way hes always wanted.\r \n\r \nReluctantly, Anna pulled away, resting her forehead on his. Breathless, they both giggled, unable to comprehend what just happened. Finally, Anna broke the silence. Would it be too much to, um ask how you said it?\r \n\r \nSaid what?\r \n\r \nAnnas cheeks flushed again, her hand inconspicuously sliding her hand up his thigh. My name when you were sleeping with them how, um, how did you say it?\r \n\r \nJeremy caught his breath, letting his hands slip down to her soft hips to pull her closer. ...Anna he moaned.\r \n\r \nHeat bellowed in Annas tummy. Say it again.\r \n\r \nJermey held his lips inches from hers. ...Anna\r \n\r \nAgain\n\n\rUgh, come here Jeremy pulled her into another kiss, wasting no time to lay her on her back. He nestled himself between her thighs, letting his lips touch her lips, her jaw, her neck, her collar. With each hot, wet kiss, Anna moaned, the sound the answer to prayers Jeremy whispered for years. Her leg wrapped around him to urge him closer, and he responded with the buck of his hips. The stiffness of his cock was already evident through his sweats. Do you get it now? he groaned, grinding against her again. Do you feel what you do to me?\r \n\r \nOh god, J, she whined, her panties wetting as Jeremy sucked on her neck. Every touch, every movement made Anna feel like she was on fire, especially when his hands worked themselves into her bra. She moaned as he toyed with her breasts, pulling her nipples between his fingers. I need please I need\r \n\r \nJeremy understood what she needed, even if her words were clouded with lust. It was what he needed, too. He made quick work of her clothes, tossing them to the floor, but he stopped for a moment to marvel at her body. Her curves, her soft belly, her thick thighs, her plump, natural breasts: she was so sexy to him, everything he ever wanted.\r \n\r \nBlood rushed to the surface of her skin, a pink hue overtaking her as she noticed how he stared at her. She bit her lip, crossing her arms over her chest in embarrassment. Why are you looking at me like that? Anna asked.\r \n\r \nJeremy smiled, his expression gentle and his eyes hooded with desire. He undressed himself, his cock unfurling to expose hot badly he wanted her. Youre so beautiful, Anna. He took her wrists in his hands, pinning them to the couch, and settle between her thighs again, throbbing against her sex. Please, dont hide yourself from me.\r \n\r \nAnna wrapped her legs around his again, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Then dont make me wait any longer. I want to feel you inside me.\r \n\r \nJeremy positioned his head at her opening, and with one swift motion, he slid in until she was full to the hilt. Anna moaned loudly as she stretched to fit him, dripping more at how he felt against her walls. His strokes started slowly, rocking his hips against her as he watched her face contort with pleasure. She quivered as she moaned, her brows furrowed in ecstasy. Jeremy sighed as he closed his eyes, relishing in how warm and slick she was. God, you feel so good, Anna.\r \n\r \nAnna brought her hips up to meet his, encouraging him to burrow deeper. More, Jeremy I need more\r \n\r \nHe geniously obeyed, his thrusts going harder and faster. Their moans melded together, swirling around and filling the room with the sounds of her skin smacking together. They were lost in each other, their bodies in sync and giving each other exceeding amounts of pleasure. Soon, Jeremy held her close, moaning her name in her ear in rhythm with his hips, Anna AnnaOh God, Anna \r \n\r \nJeremy, Im Im so close she whined, squeezing him closer.\r \n\r \nMe too, baby Oh fuck Then, Annas leg began to shake, and with a long, sustained moan, she surrendered to her orgasm, hard and fast. This served as a springboard for Jeremy to give in, crying her name as he emptied into her, Anna\r \n\r \nThis was one of many times he called her name that day. Because, now that theyve discovered each other and how good they felt, pulling them apart would take a miracle." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "As the only Android on board, let alone the only male, it wasnt long before the engineers programmed for other duties to perform." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Maintenance log: External panel #34 (front pelvis) removed and replaced. Nonstandard parts have been installed. Warning: This may void the warranty. Engineer Jean Kaplan has ordered me to ignore this breach of protocol.\n\nIntrospection: New system has three functions: Extend, retract, oscillate. No apparent utility in repair operations. However, Engineer Kaplan has informed me that successful handling of this tool is critical to the engineering team. Schedule has been modified to service her behind the starboard coolant pipes at 2000 hours weekly.\n\nCrew log: First attempts at using the newly installed tool, which Engineer Kaplan has variously referred to as a \"dildo,\"\"penis,\"\"dick,\"and \"kickass robo-cock.\"Mounted her and deployed tool in oscillating mode.\n\nFeedback noted: Engineer Kaplan said that service was \"not bad, but too stiff and robotic.\"I informed her that I was, in fact, a robot, and that my model was not designed for working directly on human bodies. She has suggested various motions of my body and arms that would apparently enhance the sensation. I will experiment and attempt to satisfy her requests.\n\nNew orders: Other crew have become aware of my nonstandard upgrades. I am now requested to be available for service at the end of every shift for any junior member of the engineering crew. This has complicated my maintenance schedule, but the crew seem much happier. I have considerably more data on the proper use of my tool.\n\nCrew log: I have requested and obtained working definitions for various technical terms, such as \"stroke,\"\"caress\"and \"thrust.\"Engineer Kate Patel said my requests for information were \"awkward\"and \"cute.\"\n\nCrew log: Engineer Kaplan and the rest of her shift were confronted by Senior Engineer Tricia Lindholm, who had noticed odd behavior among her crew. She did not discipline the crew for modifying an engineering android - apparently this is common practice on ships with female crews. However, she said my modifications were \"amateurish\"and that \"if you put some real work into it, this model can be a robot Casanova.\"\n\nMaintenance log: Panel #34 (front pelvis) removed and replaced again. New part is similar in size and shape, but is self lubricating and has an alarming number of touch sensors. When activated, even brief touches to the shaft flood my processor with sensory data.\n\nSenior Engineer Lindholm insisted on testing my upgrades personally. Tool employed in a new position, with my frame on its back and her on top. She slid my tool inside her with obvious excitement, and began to move-ove-ove-....\n\nError, logging halted due to system overload.\n\nIntrospection: The sensation I experienced is apparently referred to by humans as an \"orgasm.\"I expressed concern that the extreme sensation would interfere with my functionality. However, this is apparently common for human men when using their tools. Senior Engineer Lindholm said \"it's not a bug, it's a feature.\"\n\nCrew log: I have been granted permission for further study into human psychology, as the way human men and women interact with their tools is socially complex.\n\nExperimental log: Several members of the crew respond favorably to a show of initiative, instead of restricting interaction to a scheduled time. In particular, Engineer Jean Kaplan enjoys being hugged and caressed from behind when she is hunched over her station for too long. This often later leads to her spending her breaks with me behind the coolant pipes.\n\nExperimental log: Several members of the crew have expressed discomfort with my formal manner of speaking during sessions. Accordingly, engineering staff in these logs are now being addressed as Jean, Tricia and Kate.\n\nCrew log: Kate keeps trying to stroke my tool when I am working, causing serious processing issues that make it difficult to focus on work. I have several times told her not to interrupt me during important jobs, but she persists.\n\nIntrospection log: Human crew could be disciplined for misbehavior, but as an android I may not question a human's decisions. I will have to be creative.\n\nExperimental log: My psychology model suggested that Kate's behavior was a bid for attention. Therefore, the next time she squeezed my tool while I was working, I chose to interpet this as an urgent request for maintenance. I seized her with both arms, forced her to the floor of the engine bay, and began to thrust into her. She was quite embarrassed to be doing this where others could see, but with careful application of my tools to her body her resistance quickly slackened. She appears to have enjoyed the experience - I am pleased to find that humans can have their processing overloaded by orgasms in much the same way as I can.\n\nCrew log: Tricia found my actions amusing, although she made reference to a human concept of \"dubious consent.\"The crew has therefore provided a list of those willing to be \"creatively disciplined\"by me. I will have to reorganize my schedule again, as the list is surprisingly long!" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A young man vows to remain a virgin until he finds true love. A delightfully dirty and horny witch takes notice, abs decides to play with him a littleby cursing him to be irresistible to any woman he comes across. As well as giving him a massive cock to boot." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Whenever the annual census comes out, I always find it surprising what people use as their reason to become a witch. You know, a lot of them are just trying to satisfy their jealousy by cursing their lover or their lover's new lover. And there are a lot of witches who want to make love potions or live by themselves or for the broomsticks or any number of other superficial and boring reasons.\n\nMe, though? I'm one of the OG witches. I'm here to mess things up for anyone who can't stop me and I take no prisoners. Witch (eh, eh?) brings me to the story of young, innocent Daniel.\n\nThis boy was picture-perfect in every way. His complexion and physical prowess were astounding, everyone loved him for his charismatic and kind-hearted nature, and he was smart as a whip. He'd been attending a prestigious university on multiple grants and made friends with all his teachers. I know, just begging for it, right?\n\nAnyway, Daniel and I met because I was already working a file for his pastor, if you can believe it. And, when I say we met, what I really mean is I saw him singing in the choir one day when I was planning to have an \"unprovoked assailant\"enter the room, and decided against it. After dropping the pastor down an endless well, I set to work planning my mischief for darling Daniel.\n\nI followed him around for a bit and learned that among his many virtuous traits, he was also planning to remain chaste until marriage. This was clearly my angle and I set to work gathering the necessary ingredients.\n\nFirst, I stopped by the farmer's market and picked up some pickles, cucumbers, carrots and eggplants. Then I went to the dollar store and bought a bunch of costume jewellery, makeup and chocolate. Yeah, you might not think it, but these are actually the key reagents needed for love potions and dick enlargement charms.\n\nIt didn't take long for me to make the necessary preparations with my trusty cauldron and I applied them one night while Daniel was asleep. When exactly, you might ask? The hour when the sun is furthest from setting or rising, of course!\n\nI turned myself invisible and small (read: I became a flea) and fell asleep in Daniel's beautiful curls. This was the perfect place to watch his transformation, which began when he awoke the next morning. He looked a bit drunk, staggering out of bed, but that's probably because his newly grown morning wood was drawing all the blood from his body. \n\nHe kept staring at in the mirror and must've spent an hour stuffing it this way and that in his pants, trying to hide the suggestive bulge. When his mom called him for breakfast, he had no choice but to face the music.\n\nI probably should've put something in the love potion to prevent incestuous acts from her, but I forgot and, well, I didn't get in this game for kindness. Luckily, she had some good mental fortitude and seemed satisfied to keep bending over in suggestive ways.\n\nI swear, the boy must've seen ten or eleven car crashes just on his way to school. He kept running up to try and help the women drivers, but most of them were either dead or unconscious when Daniel got to them. One girl was shot clean out of her windshield and, somehow still conscious, ran up to him with her arm sticking out of her skin, trying to pull his pants down. He had the good sense to run away from her, but in a waddling, awkward way as his meat stick kept getting in the way.\n\nWhen he eventually got to school, most girls just stared and touched themselves through their clothes. His body must've been working overtime trying to regulate the blood between his blushing cheeks and stiffening cock. Once we were actually inside the building, he kept getting jostled and pushed as girls ran their hands along his body. A close friend of his managed to pin him at his locker and, after he managed to duck her for class, I chuckled as I saw the dark wet spot where her pussy was rubbing up against his leg.\n\nHis first class had a female teacher and it took her all of two minutes to decide the class was too hot and frantically open all the windows. Absent-mindedly, she undid one button of her blouse. And then another, and another. I think one of the teacher's pets would've told her that she shouldn't teach topless, but they were all busy exploring their nether regions with their fingers and pencils. \n\nMaybe the funniest thing about the whole situation was the other boys in the class. Daniel was pretending he was blind to the many sets of eyes staring him down, but the guy's were busy gaping at the masturbating girls letting out small moans and heavy breaths.\n\nMercifully, for him, the first class ended and he headed to gym class. When the gym teacher asked what the students wanted to do, he must've been pretty surprised that all the girls wanted to wrestle. Even more surprised when they ended up as a writhing, sweaty pile atop Daniel. And, more surprised still when the boys shamelessly formed a circle and jerked off the exposed panties, nipples, and pussies on display.\n\nThrough all this, Daniel had somehow managed to maintain his composure. Well, as best he could anyway. I just wanted the guy to take someone in a closet and lose his virginity, but he wasn't having it. He kept pushing hands and girls away and talking about the Lord's gaze and other nonsense. \n\nHe managed to make it through the whole school day and to the church before anything happened. You might think that ten hours isn't that impressive, but I'm good at my work and he beat all the previous records. Not enough eggplant in the brew, I suspect.\n\nAnyway, the woman who got to claim his was the pastor's wife, surprisingly enough. She was filling in for him since he'd \"mysteriously disappeared,\"and Daniel looked to her for guidance about his predicament.\n\nCan you really blame the guy for giving in when his religious leader told him it was natural, relieving and necessary? It probably didn't help that the whole time they were talking, she was straddling him and thrusting her chest into his face. Or that he came during their chat.\n\nI stuck around for awhile, knowing that this would only last for a day, to see how he would act. He worked his was through all the other choir girls, cumming buckets and running himself raw. Then he walked the streets, taking everyone he run across where they stood. Sometimes in an alley or bent over a trash can or pressed up against a wall. \n\nI came to him last, when he was laying in a field, exhausted and spent. His hair was grimy and thick with sweat. his clothes torn and his breathing ragged. I restored his energy and we fucked until the witching hour came to an end. I wonder what I'll get up to tomorrow? Maybe I'll see how Daniel faces all the women he slept with today, or if he decides to go back to school even?" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "a reversal of the usually fantasy. A girl with the power of at will invisibility sneaks into the mens locker room. Unbeknownst to her, one of the guys has heat vision, and rather than ratting her out decides to tease and show off to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Forward: This can be read from a male or female perspective.\n\n\nFinally, Im 18 and unlocked my powers. Best part is that its the power I was hoping for, invisibility. \n\nThis is what I have been waiting for. To turn 18 and unlock my special ability like everyone else who turns 18. No one knows why we get powers at 18 but we do. Maybe its nature's way to make sure we dont kill ourselves as kids.\n\nWhen you unlock your power or ability its always random. No way to pick, no way to change. What you get is what you get and you get no say in what it is.\n\nNow as to the power types there's all kinds. You get the idea right? Flight, super speed, strength, etc and you only get one. Yea you might get something minor added like with super speed, your skin actually grows thicker to withstand the pressure of the increased speed for example, but otherwise one is all you get.\n\nOut of all the powers that someone could get, invisibility has always been my favorite. Who wouldnt like to just sneak around and do all sorts of pranks without being seen? I dont know how many daydreams and actual dreams Ive had about using invisibility.\n\nMy favorite dream was sneaking into a cam girls room while shes recording and when she says something like I wish you were here or I wish I had something real to use Id be like, BAM, here I am and here you go. Juvenile I know but still it just makes me tingle thinking about it.\n\nI have a better day dream that Im going to live for real so I can test out my new powers. \n\nSee, I know where our schools baseball team trains at and how to get into their locker room. In fact I just opened the door and slipped inside. This is going to be so great.\n\nOf course its a locker room so its going to smell. All the noise from the guys drowns out any noise my bare feet on the floor might make.\n\nThere it is. I turn the corner and I see the locker room filled with young half dressed and naked men. Joking around, talking, changing out of their dirty uniforms. My eyes wander across the room taking in everything I can. \n\nA naked ass bent over digging into a bag. A free hanging cock as he walks by to go to the shower. Bulges in underwear. Beads of water dripping off freshly showered bodies.\n\nI take it all in. I cant get enough. I head in deeper to see what else I might see. Thats when I get to the shower room.\n\nI stand off to the side and watch as five guys all scrub themselves under the water. Their muscles move as they work the sweat and dirt from their bodies. The various sizes of their cocks sway as they move. Those tight strong asses are just there for the grabbing.\n\nI get lost in the sight. My body relaxes into the sight of all that flesh.\n\nSuddenly someone grabs onto my hips and pushes me across from the showers and into a toilet stall. I dont know what to do. If I scream or make any noise everyone will know Im here. If I don't, maybe something bad will happen to me.\n\nBefore I can make up my mind on what to do the person who pushed me into the bathroom stale whispers into my ear.\n\nSo. Thought you would spy on us? Watch us shower. See us naked. Maybe play with yourself without us knowing? He says.\n\nI try to turn around to see who it is but he holds my head in place. Its clear he wont let me see him.\n\nTell me. He says. I can feel his other hand start to slide up and down sliding across the skin of my hip where he was just holding me.\n\nYes. I whisper out. I wanted to watch. Thats all.\n\nRight. Just watch. You sure thats it? I think you were going to do something else. the mystery man says into my ear softly. His hand reached around and rubbed across my thigh.\n\nReally. I just wanted to watch. I just turned 18 and wanted to test my I start to say as I feel his erection pressing into my ass cheek. So big and hard.\n\nI think you wanted to get fucked. Is that it? Do you want to get fucked? he asks me.\n\nNo way. He just said that. Just like in my dream.\n\nI whisper out a soft Yes.\n\nHis hands are now roaming across my ass. I give it a wave back and forth in front of him feeling his hard cock slide across my ass with the movement.\n\nIn the ass. You want to be fucked in the ass. Can I fuck you in your ass?\n\nAnother soft Yes leaves my lips.\n\nHe promptly pushes me forward making me bend at the waist sticking my ass out. I hear him spit and then feel the wetness as he rubs it into my ass hole.\n\nBefore I know what is what he has his dick half way into my ass. Ive never felt anything like it.\n\nIts a feeling Ive dreamt about but havent experienced until today. Its as great, no better then I had hoped it would be.\n\nI feel so full once he gets his whole cock inside me. I have to pant and relax just to let him do it but it is so worth it.\n\nHe starts to fuck me than. His dick into my ass as Im bent over a looker room toilet.\n\nThis is just how I hoped this test would go. Im so happy I got my dream powers." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She was a sex toy safety tester. Unfortunately, she always seemed to get the ones with strange glitches..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Part one of three\n\nRachel re-read the manual and test instructions again and shivered with excitement and nervousness. This toy was something really new and different, with the potential to bring her enormous pleasure. That only explained her excitement...her nervousness was entirely due to several recent...glitches...she'd experienced in testing recently. The other testers never mentioned problems like this, and that made her a little suspicious of all of the \"random malfunctions\"that happened in the toys SHE was testing. They were never serious or painful, but they could certainly be...intense. \n\nIt had started with a prototype vibrator that had an extra pattern that would burn out the motors in short order but made her clit feel things she didn't know it could feel. Similar things occurred with a few of the other vibrators she had tested. One in particular had its hardware modified in addition, a deep g-spot vibrator and clit vibe replaced with more powerful version and pattern software modified to make the most of the extra power. Rachel had cum her brains out screaming and orgasming harder than she ever had before, over and over. She noted the anomalous result in her report, and considered her repeat tests of that one as just a perk of the job.\n\nHer company had started a line of electronic stimulation toys soon after that one. At first, they were little more than advanced TENS units with creative electrodes. The toys quickly grew more advanced, with more electrodes placed in more effective spots, and more advanced software. They occasionally \"glitched\"and gave her extra pleasure, but nothing extreme or excessive. She eventually got to test cutting-edge prototype toys that could create shivery electric tingles of pleasure that moved along its length inside her combined with an array of stimulation on her clit and electric pulses that made her muscles spasm in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the \"fucking\"it was giving her. It was intense beyond anything she'd ever experienced. That prototype was called the Cyberdick 3.2 and it \"glitched\"on her third test ride. A previously unused vibrator switched on, deep inside her, against her deepest hot spots, and the electric pulses somehow inside her and on her clit combined with it to bring her almost immediately to a full-body squirting orgasm. More waves of heat erupted from her pussy, shot up her spine, and exploded in her brain and entire body and her eyes rolled back in her head and she babbled softly as she quivered and twitched. Just before she passed out, the machine eased up on the stimulation. Her orgasm continued but for a moment she could take note of the massive puddle of squirt and think...\"That's new!\"Then the program brought her back to maximum intensity and thinking words became impossible as her eyes rolled back again.\n\nIt kept her like that until she was about to pass out and then let her breathe again and again and once more before the program finished by driving her to the biggest climax it could and letting her pass out...after a little more than an hour of non-stop full body orgasm. She woke up after just a minute or so, shaking like a leaf in the wind from pure endorphin high. She unplugged herself from the sex toys and curled up someplace comfy and just shook for a little. A little whispered \"Wow.\"escaped her smiling lips a few times as her eyes stared dreamily into the distance. This experience was the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced, but she now knew for sure that her devices had been fucked with. The other testers didn't have any similar stories. That was so incredibly far beyond what that toy was supposed to do that it kinda scared her. It stopped after an hour because it was programmed to. How long could it have kept her going? How long could she have endured that kind of orgasm? She had a lot of questions, but one thing she knew for sure:\n\nShe wanted MORE. \n\nShed had another few sessions with the Cyberdick 3.2 and that extreme level of performance was not repeated. The toy still made her scream, but notthat. That orgasm was an out-of-body experience, it was bliss, it was heaven, and she had been built up to it step by step. She was now sure, after reading the manual for this new toy, that this one was special somehow. It was named the Emmanuelle 0.1 alpha, and it combined the most powerfully stimulating and orgasmic techniques and technologies of every other sex toy shed tested all at once. She looked up from the manual at the toy itself. It looked and felt like a lab experiment.\n\nShe sat in the chair and put her feet in the stirrups. With practiced motions, she quickly inserted an innocent-looking toy inside her vagina, one into her ass, suctioned one onto her clit, two onto her nipples, and stuck some large pads on her thighs and stomach. She secured herself with the restraints. She looked at the tablet screen attached to the chair.\n\nAt that moment, the screen glitched with a burst of static.\n\nThere was now suddenly a new setting. It was simply called 11. When she selected it, the description field read: THIS ONE IS JUST FOR RACHEL. IT GOES TO ELEVEN TO SEE HOW MANY ORGASMS RACHEL CAN TAKE. MAYBE SHE HAS THE TIME OF HER LIFE. MAYBE WE BREAK RACHEL WITH ORGASMS. MAYBE SHE ACCEPTS A JOB TESTING LOTS OF SUPER ORGASM MACHINES. WON'T KNOW UNTIL YOU TRY.\n\nRachel froze. She began to pant in very deep shaky breaths, her eyes wide. She was completely plugged into the machine and the START button was an inch from her fingertip. Her pussy was literally dripping, her clit visibly so hard it trembled. The war raging behind her glassy eyes didnt show until she blinked, shrugged, chuckled, and said, Fuck it.\n\nShe pushed the START button.\n\n[To be concluded]" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"What would you change about the world if you here in the beginning?\"Your porn addled, ever horny mind gave the curious old man an entirely inappropriate answer. \"Why didn't I think of that? Oh well, not too late to add it in.\"He vanishes and you go on your way. But things seem...different." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Look, I was only trying to be silly, okay?\n\nI was thinking of my boyfriend and how when we had sex, porn was involved. I try not to think of it as me competing with the videos, but I know what he whispers in his sleep. Porn.\n\nNow my head was hurting. Dropping my bookbag, I stumbled back to the sofa as the study hall spun. Think Kelly. No one else was with me except for an old man. He had on this scruffy beard that reminded me of Santa. A simple breeze could have knocked the poor man off his feet. He talked about how he thought to himself what a wonderful world and asked me if there was anything I could change about the world. Thinking of Matt and being a little horny (we just watched porn this morning, I swear hes always horny), I said it would be better if it ran on porn logic. Be as ridiculous as possible. Go all out.\n\nHe scratched his snow-white beard. Why didnt I think of that? Oh well, not too late to add it in.\n\nIt was his disappearing that made my head hurt. One moment he was there, and then he was gone in the blink of an eye. That geezer couldnt have gone far, but as I looked around the room, only the low hum of the air conditioners kept me company. The computer monitors were blank, and the door showed no signs of opening or closing.\r\n\nAs I got up, I finally noticed something was off. I could see more of the room than I had before, and looking down, I could see why. I decided to wear a casual outfit that day, a nice shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Matt always wished to see me in a skirt to show off, but skirts werent my thing. I wasnt the prettiest girl on campus. Oh boy, did I need to reconsider that opinion. I was now wearing a low-cut shirt, a tight pink miniskirt that barely went past my fingertips, and 6-inch stilettos. I could feel my panty pinching my ass as the absence of my bra made my cheeks burn. Rubbing my ankles, I had to admit that my average legs looked hot. At least whatever caused the changes to my clothes left my body alone.\r\n\nIt was too bad there wasnt a mirror nearby. Maybe I should have been more concerned about how my outfit changed, but it would have been nice to see how my cute outfit looked. Picking up my purse (wasnt it a backpack?) I strolled to the exit and checked myself out on the mirror on the door. My eyes widened as I saw my modest breasts inflated by one size. I felt and groped my new tits, trying to tell myself Ive always had tits this size. I was doing a half decent job convincing myself, but with the weirdness that has been going on, maybe I should stop by Professor Kit and tell her I cant make it to the chess club.\r\n\nHowever, when I opened the door, my worries were replaced with new ones.\r\n\nI wasnt the only one that was different.\r\n\nEverywhere I looked, people were sexy and fucking.\r\n\nIn the distance, several girls in bikinis (one side in bikini tops only, the other in bikini bottoms) were playing volleyball. On a bench, a pregnant woman hung her head back as two students, a guy and a girl, sucked on each of her massive jugs. The peaceful looks on their faces would have been heartwarming if it also wasnt so performative. A professor sat with his pants wrapped around his ankles. He casually stroked his dick as he watched two girls making out with each other on the grass. White junk spilled into the air as he came, but despite the climax, he redoubled his efforts as the girls pulled out their dildoes.\r\n\nGod, I could have watched this pornographic performance all day, but I needed help, and Professor Kit was one of the smartest professors I knew. Picking up my pace and feeling my ass jiggle with each step, I ran as fast as my heels would allow. Hopefully, she would have a logical explanation about what is going on and help bring order back on campus." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A shy nerdy girl sneaks off to a secluded portion of the local lake to skinny dip alone, and enjoy the feeling of freedom when not in class. What she didnt expect was the class tomboy, goth, AND the popular girl to have the same idea. After the initial embarrassment, things take a sexy turn." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Heat Beach was a hot spot for members of the local private college to party. However, Heather, a self-proclaimed bookworm, hated large crowds and typically preferred a quiet night studying to one out sweating and grinding. Fortunately, she found a solution a few weeks ago when she was out kayaking on the same lake that sported Heat Beach. She had come across a small beautiful beach that was hidden from view unless you followed a bend in the lake that connected to a small pond surrounded by tall pines. \n\nTonight, she had parked her pickup amongst the cars of the Heat Beach partiers, and quietly maneuvered her kayak into the lake. She dipped her paddle into the water and pulled herself towards the hidden pond and its sandy beach. There was a waning moon tonight, so she had just enough light to see where she was going. \n\nThe warm summer air tingled at the nape of her neck as she pulled the kayak ashore on her own isolated paradise. She slipped from her water moccasins, and felt the cool sand beneath her bare feet. She had been on the swim team in high school and had longed to once again feel the water caressing her curves. She had heard of other swimmers skinny dipping in the high school pool, but she had always been to timid and shy to partake. Now that she had her own private beach, she had decided to give it a whirl. \n\nAs she slipped her camisole over her head, the humid night air met her bared breasts and her nipples hardened. She gasped at the sudden sense of arousal and quickly tossed her camisole into her kayak before bringing her hands to the tender flesh of her breasts, cupping them gently and rubbing her thumbs over her pebbled nipples. She let out a soft moan and pulled her hands down her stomach until her fingers hooked the top of her shorts and pulled them and her panties down and off in a single motion. \n\nBared to the world, Heather began her short walk towards the waters edge, her pale skin almost glowing in the soft moon shine. Just as she was about to dip her toe into the water, she heard the crunch of sand underfoot. \n\nHeather whirled and saw Lindsey slipping through the pines. Lindsey was the class goth, sitting in the back of the room and sulking through every class. Tonight she wore a short black skater dress and chunky goth boots. Heather covered her breast and attempted to hide her womanhood as best she could. Lindsey had yet to see her, but there was nowhere for her to go. \n\nLindsey tromped across the sand towards a fallen log. She needed somewhere to sit to take off her clunky boots. Shed been studying extra hard this week so she could make it to her favorite moon bathing spot even with midterms looming ever closer. As she sat on the log and bent to unzip her shoes, her long black hair fell in a veil about her face and chest. She pulled her feet from their heavy leather prisons and quickly plucked her lime green anklets from her feet. As she stood and began to lift her skater dress up over her hips, her eyes caught a flicker of movement. Immediately, she dropped her dress and tossed her black tresses over her shoulder so she could see more clearly. There, bared to the moon, was Heather, the class know-it-all who sat in the front row and proudly raised her hand for every question their professors posed.\n\nHeather stood there like a deer in the headlights. Lindsey had seen her. Awkwardly, she raised her forearm from her breasts and gave Lindsey a half-wave. \n\nH-hey, Heather stuttered in greeting. I guess this beach isnt as unknown as I had thought.\n\nLindsey rubbed her shoulder, her black fingernail polish glinted in the moonlight. Yeah, I didnt think anyone else came here either, she admitted. Then her eyes grew wide and she pointed at Heathers midriff, Hey, Miss Goodietwoshoes has a belly ring! Thats badass man!\n\nHeather felt her cheeks heating as her hand immediately left her breasts to cover her bellybutton and the offending metal ring. She let out a nervous laugh and admitted, My older sister talked me into getting one with her before she left for college out of state.\n\nThats cool, Lindsey said as she whisked her skater dress off and let it settle in the sand. She was stark naked beneath the dress. She pointed to her own bellybutton piercing which sported a blood red ruby set in black metal. I got mine pierced after my 16th birthday. Then she looked Heather in the eyes and chuckled. Also, Id be more abashed of those gorgeous tits than a little belly ring.\n\nHeather realized then that she had exposed her breasts in order to cover her belly ring. She returned her hands to cover her breasts, and couldnt help glancing at Lindseys own. She had small pert pear-shaped breasts. Her gazed wandered back to Lindseys belly ring before dropping lower when she noticed the carefully groomed orange-red hair covering her womanhood.\n\nHuh, Heather exclaimed, I didnt realize you werent naturally raven haired. \n\nLindsey slowly made her way towards Heather and cupped her cheek in her hand. Mmm, yup, Im a ginger by nature, which gives me the perfect porcelain skin all goths seem to crave. I didnt figure youd swing for the same team though, Lindsey admitted with a soft laugh.\n\nBefore Heather could reply the was a sudden cracking of tree branches and then the pounding of sneakers on damp sand. A blur of dark brown skin passed the two girls and into the lake water, causing a roar of splashing water to issue from the lake.\n\nBoth the girls watched, mouths agape, as the dark skinned figure dove into the depths of the pond and then emerged a few yards away. \n\nWith a vigorous shake of her head, Tatyana shook the water from her ears and closely shaved kinky black hair. Then, she propelled herself back towards the beach with her toned arms, her toes feeling for purchase in the soft sand. \n\nAs her eyes focused upon the beach she saw the two feminine figures watching her. Immediately, she pulled up short and kicked in place, trying to place the familiar forms.\n\nHeather was the first to recover from her stupor. Tatyana? She asked in disbelief, Is that you?\n\nTatyana let out a wicked cackle as she realized the utter incredulity of the pair before her, the nerd and the goth, her most active classmate and the one she often forgot existed. Both were standing naked, staring at her, much to close to be anything other than together.\n\nMaking her way out of the water, Tatyana replied, Its me gals. You know, Tatyana continued as she approached the pair, gooseflesh appearing across her skin, you two dont have to hide your relationship in class, youre not the only lesbians in our year.\n\nLindsey and Heather exchanged confused glances before bursting into fits of laughter. \n\nNo, no, no, Lindsey said through her laughter, we arent a couple! We just bumped into each other here, apparently all three of us thought this beach was our own private escape. \n\nMake that four, darlings, a beautiful voice echoed through the woods. \n\nMelody emerged from the trees, her long golden locks practically glistening in the moonlight. She wore only a pure white towel, held at the top hem by perfectly French-manicured hands. \n\nMelody? Two of the three girls ask in unified disbelief. \n\nThats my name dearies, dont wear it out! Melody chided light-heartedly, and since you lovely ladies are all so beautifully exposed... Melodys voice trailed off and she let her towel drop into the sand. Her body was perfect, her breasts expertly sculpted into voluptuous double Ds, her womanhood and long, shapely legs barren of any hair, long ago lasered away.\n\nFuck me, Babe, have I ever told you your bodys banging? Tatyana swore, as she openly ogled Melodys body. \n\nEvery night, Sweetheart, Melody replied as she glided across the sand and wrapped her arms around Tatyanas waist. \n\nThe two kissed passionately, as Heather and Lindsey looked on, awestruck. \n\nHeather tore her gaze away from the passionate couple, and looked at Lindsey, Did you... Heather asked, her voice trailing off.\n\nNope, Lindsey answered, I had no idea those two were an item. Although, I guess they do come in together everyday and they do always sit next to one another.\n\nHuh, Heather stated, and then continued, I guess Im always sitting at the head of the class, so I never really noticed.\n\nLindsey turned to face Heather, and paced her hands on her waist. While they enjoy each other, maybe you could let me know if you do in fact play for our own team? \n\nHeathers cheeks flushed at Lindseys forward touches and question. I-I play for both teams, I suppose, she admitted awkwardly, but I have been craving the caresses of another woman all semester, she confessed, glancing at Lindsey from beneath chocolate lashes. \n\nOh really? Lindsey asked in a sultry voice, ever kiss someone with a tongue piercing? \n\nNote: Id love to continue this later! Let me know what you think of it so far! " } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Her friend always came up with strangely sexual competitions. Today she brought aphrodisiac, and stated whoever snapped and started masturbating loses. What she didnt realize that the brand of aphrodisiac she brought was banned from the market for drastically intensifying over time." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Just 25 minutes in, Karen started to be afraid. Afraid of losing. Afraid that her normal release wasnt going to be enough. She wanted all, felt like she needed an entire football team if something didnt happen soon. How was she going to release herself, she wondered. The pulse between her thighs throbbed more intense with every breath she took. Her skin was sensitive. Every time the AC kicked on, she felt goosebumps spread over her body. It pushed her back in her seat, fingers digging into the cushion next to her.\n\nShe knew this feeling. Patient men had made her feel this way, moving their hands and mouths in soft touches all over her body, lingering in all the right places. It drove her crazy and if they hadnt tied her up, shed give in to temptation and go right for their cock to release her from her tension. Now, she had nothing but willpower, the cushion and the promise of rubbing one out after Jenna had lost.\n\nJenna sat and watched the tv. Her eyes were glazed over, and she was struggling to breathe normally. Its not just me, Karen thought. Somethings up with this stuff. The AC kicked on and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. FUCK. She could feel her pussy pulsate, felt her heartbeat in every vein of her body.\n\nShe stroked her lip with one finger and immediately put it back. Her lips were parted, waiting for more. She licked her lips, feeling the sensation of her own tongue as if it were the first time she felt it. Karen looked aside, hoping for a distraction. Jennas hand rested on her knee, her eyes fixed on her own hand. Seeing the flesh of Jennas hand was enough to summon another moan.\n\nKaren closed her eyes. Lust engulfed her like a storm. Overpowering waves of sensations and images came one after the other. She rocked her hips with the images. Someone biting her thigh. A thick cock pushing its way in. The last time she was pounded from behind. Holding back a scream. Being fucked over the edge. Losing her mind in that blissful state of complete surrender. Her hand unbuttoning her pants.\n\nShe opened her eyes in shock. Saw her fingers tugging at the button. Gave up. Clasped her pussy with her full hand. She threw her head back and moaned out loud. Just in time she remembered to look aside to see Jenna biting one hand and closing in on the other hand with her entire body.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\----\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThis is my first contribution. Hope you liked it half as much as I did. Thoughts are more than welcome!" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A succubus gets a job at a sperm bank." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So, how was work?\n\nShut up and take off your pants.\n\nOnce the door had locked behind her, Fae thundered into the room. She furiously stripped out of her glistening raincoat, letting her purse thump carelessly in the walkway. Normally careful not to damage an expensive blouse, she tore at the buttons running down her front, a few threads audibly snapping as she finally managed to discard the garment. \n\nThe tight-fitted tank top she had worn underneath in lieu of a bra came up over her generous breasts, over her pointed ears, and over the short horns jutting from just behind her hairline before it joined the blouse, bag, and raincoat.\n\nHenry, for his part, complied as Fae disrobed, unbuckling his own belt and shifting in place on the couch to liberate himself from his blue-jeans and boxers without having to stand.\n\nThat bad, huh? He asked, his generous manhood already stiffening in some measure.\n\nFae thumped to the floor in front of him, her long black hair spilling over his knees as her hands came up past either side of them. Her fingers danced up his thighs before settling on his hips. \n\nThat fucking bad... She responded, flatly, as she leaned forward, her lips smacking against Henrys quickly growing arousal.\n\nI thought you said it was a dream job... He asked, reaching down and playing with a few strands of her hair.\n\nIn concept? Sure...In practice? Holy fuck, is that place cockblock central...\n\nHenry groaned appreciatively as Fae trailed off, her lips occupying themselves around the tip of his shaft before sliding further down...Down...Down, until her nose pressed against his lap.\n\nOooof! Fuck! I can tell! He loosed, reveling in the warmth and softness as Fae began to Bob her head back and forth. The last - mmmph - time you did this so...spiritedly with me was just before my twenty-first birthday...\n\nYuh-humph... Fae hummed as she continued to bob her head, retreating almost all the way to the head before engulfing all the way back to the base of Henrys cock.\n\nSo...I take it the sperm bank is worse than that wait-until-marriage guy you were going out with last time this happened?\n\nYuh-humph...\n\nHow much worse?\n\nRather than mumble another response through her mouthful, Fae pressed herself as far as she could, closing her lips around Henrys base, swirling her tongue, and humming loudly. Henry gasped and groaned as she did so, putting his hands on the back of her head and holding it to his lap as he unwound.\n\nA quick shot, no doubt, but all that meant was that Faes gratification was a bit more immediate...A mix of relief, excitement, and ecstasy washed over her as she felt him pulse into her throat, a deliciously sweet-and-salty flavor filling her mouth. She pulled away, breathless, when he finally let his hands settle back to the edge of the couch. \n\nThat much. She finally verified, licking her lips.\n\nFae stood, turning on a heel and shuffling aside to sit down on the next couch-cushion over from Henry. A glimmer of saliva ran from her chin to her clavicle as she slumped into the seat, bringing her feet up, one after the other, to pry off her work shoes.\n\nI was starving all day... She elaborated after a few moments of silence.\n\nYoure a succubus, Henry supplied. And you were surrounded by...\n\nYeah, but its a sperm bank...They dont exactly want me to...\n\nRight, right...And I bet there were walking-ins, too...\n\nOh, fuck yeah there were... Fae laughed, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand as she and Henry, each half-naked, continued to bask next to each other on the couch.\n\nThey all came in super-nervous, but by the time they came back out...\n\nYou could smell sex on them...\n\nOh, yeah...And, I saw the reading material they supplied in those rooms...\n\nYeah?\n\nNo way some of those guys finished to decades-old Playboys as quick as they did...\n\nDont be so sure...\n\nHenry.\n\nWhat? You saying they were fantasizing about you, instead?\n\nHave you seen my tits?\n\nHenry smiled and stole a quick glance at her chest. Fae shot back a glare, but quickly smiled, approvingly.\n\nOf course you have, She chuckled. But just my luck to have a roommate who wants to see me naked all the time.\n\nIm sorry, pot, but what were you saying about the kettle? Henry gestured to his lap, and the rumpled jeans still around his ankles.\n\nHey, Im a succubus, I have an excuse to be horny...Especially when they chain me to the front desk and wont let me help collect samples...\n\nThey want the samples in a cup, Fae...Not in your stomach or dripping from between your legs...\n\nThe raven-haired succubus shoved her roommates shoulder playfully.\n\nFuck you, I couldve given them handjobs!\n\nCould you, though? Could you resist?\n\nFae was twenty-four, and had known Henry since they were both nineteen...Long enough for them to have had plenty of experience with one another...Long enough for her to know he was trying to rile her up for a second round...\n\nYknow what? She smirked, reaching down and curling her fingers around Henrys slowly reviving cock. I think Ill prove it to you...\n\nGo ahead and try, Henry smirked back. But I bet you your pants will be off before too much longer...\n\nThe rain that had slickened Faes coat continued to pound against the windows of their apartment as she and Henry enthusiastically fell back into their rhythm..." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She wanted to show to her friends the techniques shes learned as a Wyvern tamer, but in her excitement she blew the wrong whistle. She accidentally blew her secret whistle for her wyverns private tricks she taught him for stress relief, and now he will preform them in front of everyone." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"How'd you get the dragon?\"Rahel asked, awe still etched on her expression as she stared at the pony-sized creature, all spikes and teeth and scales that overlapped a body packed with tightly-corded muscles, its potential strength more than enough to maim -- or even kill -- something twice its size.\n\nBut for now, it lay quiescent, half-lidded eyes indicating the beast was lightly asleep, barely aware of the four humans around her. Martine sighed in response to Rahel's question, her gloved hands deftly slicing up a hunk of meat into smaller portions. She turned momentarily, long blonde tresses whipping about her as she glared at her friend, whose mat of reddish-orange hair indicated a fiery soul but could not be more wrong -- Rahel was, she knew, something of a meek, gentle soul, and sometimes a little simple-minded.\n\n\"For the last time, Rahel! It's not a dragon, it's a wyvern,\"she exclaimed, then turned back to her task of chopping meat. \"It has two legs, not four. And,\"she continued, gesturing with her cleaver at the prone wyvern, \"it also has a stinger on its tail that's venomous, so don't get too close.\"\n\nRahel yelped at that last sentence, then backed off a few steps more than would have been prudent enough, and for good measure hopped back up onto the raised platform in the center of the stable, ostensibly a wyvern's roost. A tad too cautious, but then again Rahel was meek. Martine's two remaining friends were less so. The closer of the two, brunette and buxom Perine, simply snorted. The other, Alanna, was a raven-haired beauty with rich brown eyes that even now, squinted slightly in amusement. \"She's just trying to scare you, Rahel,\"Alanna said sweetly, taking a step closer to the sleeping wyvern. \"You know it won't harm you...Martine's tamed it after all, and it only responds to those whistles.\"\n\nAlanna was of course, referring to the ivory whistles belted on her hips. The mark of a wyvern tamer, revered amongst those who choose (the slightly insane decision to) settle down in the Plains of Batalal, where life was hard and humanity jostled against the apex predators of the plains for what prey and ground was available. Luckily for them, they had the wyverns, and through dominance of the skies had eked out a lasting civilization in these regions.\n\nMartine looked at the meat, judging the portions to be small enough. Ivek, her wyvern was a picky eater, especially at this stage of life, and would not eat something that took effort to chew. I spoil that boy too much, she thought as she swept the chunks of meat into a bowl, cleaned and hung the cleaver, then pulled off her gloves and tossed it onto the chopping board. It wasn't wise to open a wound in front of a wyvern; their predator's instinct came alive at the scent of freshly-drawn blood.\n\n\"I mean, it looks like a dragon, flies like a dragon...is there really a difference?\"Rahel said from her (relatively safe) perch. \"Two or four legs, it's still pretty nasty.\"\n\nShe shrugged, picked up the bowl and walked towards Ivek's nest of straw. \"It doesn't spit corrosive mist that melts you to the bone, it doesn't grow bigger than several horses end-to-end and it's certainly not extinct. What do you think, Rahel?\"\n\nHer friend rolled her light green eyes. \"I swear, Martine, the way you talk about him...do you even notice anything beyond wyverns? Like dancing? Poetry? Music? Boys?\"\n\nMartine flushed at the last bit. Words drifted onto her tongue, thoughts that she'd had and argued with during her long hours of taming a young, disobedient Ivek, fresh from the egg. It's not that I don't notice boys, I just haven't had time. Or I do like boys, and I do fantasize about tangling in the sheets with that saddle-maker's apprentice whose dark hair and bright eyes are a joy to look at, but he never notices me...\n\nOutwardly, she simply said, \"There's more to life than dancing around in a corset that's liable to break your bones.\"Rahel scowled slightly; dancing and corsets were things she was fond of. \"Those are fun, breaking in a wyvern that wants to eat you isn't!\"She placed a particular emphasis on wyvern. Martine snorted. At least she remembered this time.\n\nShe set the bowl down before Ivek, and almost immediately his eyes flew open, the wyvern rousing himself, snout twitching in excitement at the scent of meat close by. Oh, he'd smelt it long ago. It was the sign of a well-trained wyvern that he'd waited for Martine to bring it to him, before getting excited. A couple more sniffs and Ivek lunged in, gobbling up his food.\n\nHer friends looked at the wyvern curiously -- they'd never seen one eat before -- and eventually, Perine broke the silence. \"Well, didn't you say you wanted to show us tricks?\"\n\n\"I did.\"\n\n\"Was that what the meal was for?\"Perine said once more, folding her arms. \"Seems like a bribe. Didn't know wyverns did that.\"\n\n\"They're smarter than most people think,\"Martine told her, brushing off dust from her shirt and pants -- wyvern trainers dressed functionally, rather than aesthetically. \"They do understand certain concepts, some more so than others. But they're also very instinctive creatures, so you have to work around that. Food, flight, fucking. The three basic tenets of a wyvern's life, domesticated or no.\"\n\nAlanna burst out laughing at fucking. \"Wait, sex? It's that important to them?\"\n\n\"Sure as hell is. The males, especially. The adolescent ones are especially...amorous, so to speak. Their mating instincts take over and it's all you can do to keep them focused at times.\"She gestured to a wooden structure in one corner of the stable, a leathery contraption with a sort of pouch hanging over one end. \"See that? That's what we call a 'wankpost'. Spray female pheromones all over it, lubricate the inside of the pouch and you've got a female wyvern, ready to be mounted by a male.\"\n\nPerine whistled, seemingly impressed. \"Is Ivek particularly randy?\"\n\nMartine shrugged. \"Until recently, yes. But I've managed to taper his self-love sessions down to about 3-4 times a week -- he's sort of past the adolescent stage now, but hasn't quite grown into it yet. Anyway, want to see a trick I've taught him?\"\n\nThe promise of a trick drew all three of her friends, even Rahel, closer to Martine and her wyvern. \"What kind of trick?\"Alanna asked. \n\n\"The sort that'll impress you!\"Martine exclaimed, examining Ivek's back (he'd finished his meal by now), wondering if she shouldn't saddle him first before trying it. Fuck it, she thought. It would be too much effort for just a few seconds of fun. She groped at her belt and took the whistle, then turned her back and took three steps away from Ivek, to be sure. \n\n\"Stand back a little,\"she instructed her friends, who acquiesced. \"I'll need some room.\"\n\nTaking a deep breath, Martine raised the whistle to her lips and blew, a deep, throaty sound that echoed around the stable, then jumped into the air\n\nAnd had the air blown out her lungs by something crashing into her, pinning her down. Surprise filled her mind, replaced by shock a moment later. She was supposed to have landed on Ivek's back, not lying on the floor face-down, half-crushed by...\n\nOh. Oh. Dung. The sound of the whistle...it hadn't been loud and piercing. It wasn't the whistle she'd trained him to do that trick with.\n\nMartine had blown on his mating whistle. She peered up and saw a visage that at the moment, seemed far too draconic for her, despite her earlier admonishments. A visage whose eyes were currently lit with animal lust and arousal.\n\nRahel let out a muted shriek. \"Martine!\"\n\nShe squirmed, Ivek hissed and his barbed tail, laden with venom plunged into the small of her back." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Youre walking home alone in the rain at night when you begin to feel wet hands groping your body. You react in fear but realize nothing is there. This strange feeling becomes more and more intense the longer youre in the rain but only if you let it." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Hopping down from the bus, I cursed my forgetfulness. I knew I was forgetting something when I left home, but the sky was barely cloudy, not the dark mess it'd gotten on my way back from my massage.\n\nA particularly large droplet skimmed down my arm, and it felt like a finger drifting down to my wrist. I shivered a little bit, but there was still a hill to climb and I set myself to it, my shoes squeaking on the pavement. With each step, the downpour soaked me more and more, my hair clinging to my face and getting in my mouth. I brushed the strand aside, both hands coming up to my face to sweep it all back, when I felt something unfortunately familiar.\n\nDistinctly, I felt a hand dig in and grab my ass, and not gently. It wasn't too hard, or uncomfortable, but instead the kind of hard squeeze I've always enjoyed. The kind that makes you feel like a woman. My sneakers practically screamed as I spun around, hand balled in a fist like it'd hurt anyone but me, but I was alone. The street was silent, almost scarily so, and I couldn't help but let out a little giggle. It felt like someone tried to dry their hands off on my dress by grabbing a handful of booty, but the dress definitely already was soaked through.\n\nMy sweater was clinging to me in the most uncomfortable way, sticking like a second skin glued on top, and I paused, yanking the sodden cloth off and tucking it on top of my already wet purse. Without it stuck on, I could feel hands drifting over my bare arms and the top of my chest, in a strange echo of my prior massage. The spicy scent of the massage oil drifted up from my skin as it started to wash away slightly, and it was actually pretty nice. My shoes held back most of the water from my feet, my hair was slicked back, and the water was just barely cool, incredibly refreshing after the heat of the bus with everyone packed in tight.\n\nA 15 minute climb of the hill had already taken 10 or more, and I had barely started up. I started to walk again when I felt the water running down, the front of my dress lightly clinging to my skin. Instead of that crawling sensation I expected as it stuck and unstuck, it felt more like hands lifting, weighing, and caressing my breasts, and I stopped again. Pulling the neckline out and looking at my chest, more rain falling down inside, they looked normal, like my boobs do every day. But I could still feel hands on them, loosely caressing them. With the fabric holding the rain against me, it amplified, and I wondered how it'd feel in other places.\n\nLooking around, just in case, I made sure I was alone again before unhooking my bra and tugging it off, putting it inside the sweater to make it harder to see.\n\nImmediately, the phantom hands moved to my nipples, pinching, rubbing and caressing them like they had a playbook on what I loved. It took all my self control to start walking, and I walked faster, trying to ignore the hands caressing my body exactly how I like it and the wetness not from the rain.\n\nI got to the top of the hill, watching for cars before crossing the road, without making too much noise. I was panting a little, but that could be excused with the effort of walking up such a steep hil. With the visibility as low as it was, though, I waited patiently for the car I could hear to head past me.\n\nWhich it did, sloshing through a puddle and soaking me.\n\nI could feel as my panties soaked through, the dress clinging tight to my thighs, and hands wiped at my face as if to remove the slightly muddy water from there.\n\nI barely noticed, though, with the feeling of fingers on my inner thighs and pressing against my panties so evident. I was rubbing them through my dress for a few seconds before I realized, sprinting across the street out of embarrassment tinged with excitement. It was only a few minute's walk from there to my apartment, and the feelings were driving me absolutely wild. My face must have been bright red, and I barely stopped in the house, dropping my purse on the mat just inside the door to dry and kicking my shoes off, my socks trailing behind me as I walked outside into my back yard. The grass was almost shiny with the small lights on the edge of the walkway lighting it up, and I walked quickly, following the brick walkway to my normal place outside, my hammock. The cool brick seemed to be practically kissing my feet, and I couldn't help but walk fast, falling back onto the hammock and running my own fingers over my skin.\n\nEverywhere my fingers weren't, I felt other fingers. When I pinched and rubbed my nipples through the dress, I felt hands squeezing my breasts, stroking down my torso, skimming over my thighs, rubbing my panties, and especially grabbing and kneading my ass. The small puddle that I'd sat in seemed to be helping the feelings, especially as I leaned forward, pressing my panties down into it. I felt my labia stroked, split, and fingers toying at my clit, feather light touches on it like the hands were testing me. I moaned a little, half out of pleasure and half out of frustration, before I saw it. My favorite gardening can, a big blue thing with a smaller spout, sitting next to the table, collecting the water running off. I practically tripped as I stood up, my legs shaky, as I threw myself at my target. I yanked it immediately, grabbing the tablecloth too, and dragged both to the hammock with me.\n\nThe plasticy tablecloth created a great pool for the water, and I laid in it, tugging my panties off of one leg and letting my legs splay apart, water running down and making a pool. I spread my labia with one hand, the other holding the watering can as I dripped a stream straight onto my clit. As it poured, it gave me the amazing feeling of the rushing water, but with the distinct feeling of someone rubbing my clit for me, strong and quickly. I couldn't help it, I kept the water pouring down, the rain caressing the rest of my body and setting my nerves on fire.\n\nWith the teasing I'd been taking, it took almost no time for my first orgasm to hit, and it hit hard. I shook, nearly dropping the watering can onto myself, before I could get it under control and I let it pour over my hole, feeling like someone gently pressing at my enterance but not really pushing. It took some wiggling and repositioning, but I managed to get comfortable and in a position where I could use two fingers to stretch myself open while I poured water in, and it felt great. My g-spot was pressed on, rubbed, and between that and the feeling of my clit gently being rubbed, I had very quick orgasms back to back, the third hitting only seconds after the second stopped. I wanted more, but the watering can was empty and I was in the middle of the pool. Instead of getting up and dealing with that, I just pulled my dress up, letting the water skim over me as I pumped two fingers in and out of myself and rubbed my clit, my ass submerged in the water as well as the very bottom of my vagina.\n\nI spread my legs completely, my pinky skimming my asshole, when I felt stronger, larger fingers pressing and teasing there instead. It felt amazing, and I've never been into anal. It just...felt like something I needed, and the rain was giving me it. I barely thought about it, though, instead focusing on my clit and pussy as I brought myself to orgasm. I was shaking, legs tensing and untensing without my input, my toes pointed and sending the water down my legs more. It felt like my soul was exploding, that's how intense it was.\n\nAnd then, lightning flashed and lit up the area, making what was a very dark, low visibility area very lit. I swear, I could see something off, a shape by the gate to my neighbor's yard.\n\nI stood on my shaky legs, barely managing not to fall completely by throwing my arms like a windmill, when another flash came.\n\nSure enough, my neighbor was standing there, hand on his cock, looking at me. My dress was hiked up, falling only about half way with the rain, and my panties were around one leg like a weird garter, with both rain water and my juices running down my legs. I know I blushed then, it practically felt like the water was evaporating from the heat of it.\n\nThe last time I saw him, before I sprinted inside, he definitely winked at me. Good thing his ex girlfriend moved out, I could definitely find some uses for those huge hands once the rain lets up." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Your best friend and neighbor asked you to puppy sit for the weekend, and when they said \"puppy\"they weren't referring to their actual animal." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "As I was walking to his house I started to think to myself that I did not know Joe had a puppy. It's been a few years since I played with a puppy and I was actually looking forward to meeting it (I don't think he ever told me if it was a boy or a girl). As I went in his house I looked around and saw no sign of the puppy so I called for it to come to me. From one of the bedrooms I heard a faint howl and headed over there. \n\n\nI was shocked with what I saw. In a medium sized dog cage beside Joe's bed was a beautiful blonde woman naked except for a a rubber dog nose and dog ears headband. I ran to her and opened her cage. \n\n\n\"OMG!!! Are you Okay?\"I asked. She jumped out of the cage and started licking my face, barking as she did so. I notice she was also wearing a tail. \n\n\n\"Miss are you okay?\"Again she barked and licked my face. \n\n\n\"Do you want something to drink?\"I asked. She nodded her head, barked and shook her ass as if she was wagging her tail. \n\n\nI made my way to the kitchen and she followed me. I got a bottle of water and offered it to her. She looked at me like she did not know what to do with it. So I grabbed a bowl and poured the water in there and set it on the ground. She started to drink the water like a dog. \n\n\nI watched her and she moved around to show me her ass. I noticed that her tail was plugged into her ass. After she drank, she looked at me, barked and crawled to the kitchen door that opened to the backyard. \n\n\n\"You have got to be kidding me\"I thought to myself. \n\n\nI opened the door and she ran out. Pretending to sniff around the grass and then pee'd. Then she ran back into the house and straight back into Joe's bedroom. I locked the kitchen door and followed her into Joe's room. She was sitting by the bed near the door waiting for me. I asked if there was anything else she needed and she nodded her head, and pointed her nose to my crotch. I understood what she wanted but wasn't sure I read it right. I asked her what she meant and the crawled to me, licked my crotch and shook her ass. \n\n\n\"What the hell.\"I told myself, as I unzipped my fly and took my dick out. \n\n\nShe started to lick it as first and then put it in her mouth shaking her ass the whole time. I got hard in her mouth and I must admit this \"puppy\"girl was giving me the best blow job I have ever had. I looked at her ass as she shook it and realized how beautiful it was. She had a perfect ass. \n\n\nI pulled her face from my dick and pointed her to the bed. She jumped up on the bed with her ass towards me and again she shook it. I grabbed her hips and I put my dick inside her. She was tighter that I expected and her pussy felt so good. I fucked her as she wiggled her ass and barked happily. The more I looked at her ass the more turned on I got. I started to fuck her harder and her barks turned into moans. I reached over and fondled her tits and she moaned louder as I pinched her nipples. \n\n\nI put my dick deep inside her and came. She lowered her head on the bed and sighed. I stayed motionless inside her pussy for about 20 seconds and then I pulled out. She lifted herself back up, turned around and licked my face. Then she got down from the bed and went back in her cage. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nI wasn't sure what to do and I started to walk out of the bedroom and she started barking. She motioned for the cage door. I went over closed it and she wagged her ass again. I told her she was a good girl as she laid down and pretended to take a nap." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She has the power to enter and interact with the worlds within fictional movies/animated films. One day during a movie night with friends, one accidentally brings a Hentai/Porno. After the initial awkwardness, as she moves to take out the disc, she accidentally trips into the TV." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Stephanie loved movie nights with friends!\n\nIt had only been about a year since she first discovered this power of hers--although when she realized that she couldn't enter into live broadcasts from around the world her hopes of being a time and space traveling super hero were dashed. She couldn't even use the power to interact with the actors in the movies, only their characters; so, for instance, Johnny Depp wouldn't answer to anything but Captain Jack Sparrow in the Pirates movies. With no hope of being the savior of the world she opted to use her powers simply for pleasure.\n\nSometimes her friends would bring to her movies that were timestamped at specific spots--usually right before some terrible point in the movie that her friend's wanted her to fix for them--then she would enter and do her best to correct whatever mistake the directors or writers made. There was a catch to each time she entered these movies though: to be able to exit them she either had to die in the movie or complete the movie in some way.\n\nMelissa, one of Stephanie's friends from early high school, had brought the Titanic to Stephanie for a little change. Stephanie jumped into the television and landed into freezing waters. She paddled a short distance to Jack and Rose, and argued with them for ten minutes about how Jack could probably share the raft with her and they could both survive. She and Jack had both froze to death in the water, though, and she was thrown out of the movie and into the real world again--that was something she'd learned accidentally, that she could never die when entering these movies. On a second try, she opted to just push Rose off the raft, club Jack over the head with a bottle she'd brought from the real world, and then hoist his body onto the raft. Melissa was pleased with the outcome, although the death of Rose was a shame. When the disc emerged out of the DVD player it would now feature the new and custom ending to the movie.\n\nSasha, a co-worker and friend of Stephanie's from her job at the office, also had a unique choice of movie for Stephanie to change. Sasha had brought to Stephanie 'The Deathly Hallows Part 2' with the directive that Stephanie should save George during the battle ...or was it Fred that died ...no, it was George she thought. It took her twelve tries to get the desired effect for Sasha, which was that the entire Weasley family would survive the battle. She'd been killed four times by death eaters, three times by Bellatrix, twice by Nagini, once by falling rubble, and once by Voldemort himself--that one was just because she called him an 'ugly egghead,' though it was worth it to her. As usual, when she'd finally completed the movie the way her friend wanted she would be cast out of the TV and a new disc would be made.\n\nOne time Sasha brought her a pirated copy of the last season of Game of Thrones and asked her to fix it. Stephanie laughed her off and told her that nothing would be able to fix that cluster fuck. Sasha was saddened, but she understood entirely.\n\nHer powers also worked on music videos, as it turns out. She discovered this feature of her powers when David, another one of her friends from work, had her jump into a video which turned out to be Rick Astley's 'Never Gonna Give You Up.' As she shook her fist up at the sky, cursing his name, she had to endure three minutes and thirty three seconds of the song before she was pulled back out into the real world. It comes as no surprise to anyone in the friend group that David also happened to be the buffoon who brought a porno to the movie night. Stephanie didn't wait very long before getting up to take out the disc, though she wouldn't make it to the TV quite as she'd hoped.\n\nShe felt her foot catch on a cord to the TV and then she felt herself lose her balance. She let out a quick scream as she fell toward the TV, covering her head as she prepared for the worst ....\n\nOh ...that wasn't so bad. It turned out she must have bounced against the TV and landed back on her couch. Thank God! She shuttered to think what might have happened if she had fallen into David's favorite porno.\n\nHey, wait a minute ...this isn't her couch. Her couch is made of cushioned fabric, this couch is made of leather; and her couch is an eggshell white, this couch is black.\n\nNo ...oh, no. She knew what this was. She'd seen it in the memes! This was ...the casting couch.\n\n((This is Part 1, which I'm not sure if it's allowed to cut posts into multiple, but I just now became aware that Reddit comments have 10000 character lengths apparently))" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "\"If you dare try to enslave me,\"the witch growled, \"I'll show you just how powerful my magic can be.\"The evil Queen just laughed. \"Your empty threats don't scare me girl. Guards, take her away!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Y'know, it's just a job. I'm just a castle guard. It pays the bills. I've been moving up in the ranks a bit, got assigned to Her Highness' Personal Squad, even managed to move up to captain there.\n\nSometimes, I get crazy orders, like \"take her away and tie her to my bed!\"Well, it's a paycheck, although I half-wondered how a slip of a girl like this could be enough of a threat to merit a personal interrogation by Her Highness. In her bedroom. They said she was a witch, though, so we gagged her and kept ahold of her arms on the way to the queen's bedchamber. If they can't speak and can't wave their hands around, they can't do magic, right?\n\nHalfway there, I cuffed Ed for keeping ahold of more than her arms. \"We're not to molest prisoners, Ed,\"I told him.\n\n\"She's gonna die, Frank,\"Ed said with a grin, \"what's it matter if we have some fun?\"\n\n\"Halt,\"I said, and the group stopped, \"Jimmy and Pete - escort Ed to the brig. He is to remain there until I or someone higher ranking administer a sentence. Fred, grab the prisoner's arm in place of Ed, and we'll continue on.\"\n\nEd's jaw justabout hit his belt buckle. \"You're joking, right?\"he asked, as Jimmy and pete grabbed him.\n\n\"No,\"I told him, and looked to make sure Fred had the prisoner's arm, \"let's continue on.\"\n\nLuckily, nothing else really happened on the way to Her Highness' bedchamber, or while tying the limbs of the prisoner to the four-poster bed. I was thinking twenty lashes for Ed - molesting a prisoner, disrespecting Her Highness by implying she would kill the prisoner out of hand, and arguing back against a superior officer. I checked the knots myself, once we were done tying the prisoner up.\n\n\"Fred,\"I said, once we left the room, \"you are to inform Her Highness that the prisoner has been delivered to her chamber, and that I am dealing with a disciplinary issue.\"Fred hared off down the hallway. Twenty-five lashes for Ed, just for giving me this much of a headache.\n\nNo. It wouldn't be just to simply take out my frustrations on Ed, I thought, tromping down the hall. I needed to do this by the book, but I was pretty sure that meant something between fifteen and twenty lashes - I didn't quite remember the laws on some of those counts. Well, I could read, thanks to a village priest, so I'd go check the lawbooks before tomorrow, when I'd administer Ed's sentence in the early morning, per tradition.\n\n**\n\nThis was the worst night of my life. I'd been caught, hauled in front of the evil queen, then gagged and hauled off to be tied to her bed? I would have screamed \"WHAT THE HELL!\"but for the gag. Then one of the guards started groping me. I was shocked when his captain noticed and sent him to the brig.\n\n...and then any hope I'd felt died, as he tied me to the queen's bed anyway.\n\nThere was nothing I could do but wait. Would have been nice to be able to wait and hope, but that was gone. I'm not sure how long I laid there, spread-eagled with my limbs tied to the four posts and a gag in my mouth, but that's mostly because I drifted off at some point. Hey, it was a comfier bed than any I'd ever slept in before, alright?\n\n\"Mmmm,\"I heard, jolting me from sleep, \"what have* we here?\"\n\nI'd know that voice anywhere - it was the evil queen. I would have given a witty rejoinder, too, if I hadn't had a fucking gag in my mouth.\n\nShe was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed much more leisurely than when I'd seen her in the throne room. That outfit looked comfortable to a licentious degree - just the barest amount of fabric necessary to cover herself, and she was holding a wineglass.\n\n\"Oh,\"she said, \"that's right. You can't talk,\"she told me, then took another sip of wine, \"how about we fix that?\"\n\nThat did get my hopes up a bit.\n\nOf course she didn't take the gag off. No, she pulled my dress up instead. And her fingers...oh, god. Anything one of her guards might have done was small potatoes compared to the way she was...ohh...It felt completely different from doing it myself, and even as I strained against my bonds, I knew that if they weren't there, I'd probably let her do it anyway. It just felt so good, and before I knew it, I was thrusting my hips up against her hand.\n\n\"I think these are a bit in the way,\"she said, ripping off my panties. Were those claws I saw for a second there? They were gone as soon as I noticed them. But she was right - they had been in the way. Everything felt so much better now, and then she put a finger inside, and I nearly started writhing around on the bed. Then it was two fingers, and I did start writhing. She knew just where to play with. Was this what she'd meant by \"enslave\"? Who cares? It felt awesome. Even the ropes around my wrists and ankles just added to - OH GOD FUCK!\n\nI hadn't expected to cum that fast, and she just kept going at me with her fingers, while I was still sensitive. I couldn't even say anything through the gag - every noise I made sounded like an animal. Then she put the wineglass down on the bedside table, and bent over me.\n\nHer tongue lapped across my clit, as her fingers still plied their trade inside me, and I just, I just - I couldn't think straight. This wasn't a torture session, since she wasn't even inflicting pain, she was just driving me absolutely to the wall with pleasure, over and over, and I couldn't even say anything. Then she went for my tits with her other hand.\n\nI couldn't say anything, and I was positively thrashing on her bed. On my sworn enemy's bed.\n\nThen she looked at me, like a diver coming up for air, and asked \"want to return the favor?\"\n\nI nodded, and she slowly stripped her panties off, before straddling my face. Then she undid the knot and pulled the gag out.\n\nAt that moment I could have been free. I could have said The Forbidden Words. I could have won. But I leaned my neck up and started licking her instead.\n\nShe was delicious." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Two mech pilots get kinky without realizing that the motion capture rigs to their mechs are still active." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is Red 1, Im at the rendezvous point. No visual on you yet, red 2, over.\n\nThat was Captain James OHara, Red squadron leader, running a one on one training mission. I doubted he was up to any good, the kinky bastard, and his taunting just got me riled up. \n\nCopy that Red One, Ill be in visual in a second, over. Look at the surveillance drone if youre so desperate to see me, James. \n\nI dashed forward in my 35 ton Cheetah mech. It was a nimble thing, armed with an array of pulse lasers and missile launchers. With the rocket jet assisted boosting, I could dash at over 150 kilometers per hour and hover for short periods, which was always a thrill deep inside. My bipedal mech ran in tune to my pedal control as I sat in my seat, instinctively nudging the twin joysticks in my cockpit so I could manipulate the mechs arms to maintain my balance, my neurolink feeding me all the information I needed to stay up to pace. I wasnt actually in the mech, rather a neuropod next to the Captains in a quiet room, with all inputs, both mechanical and neurological, fed out into the field to our actual mechs. Inside the neuropod, with our helmets on, it was impossible to tell where we actually were. \n\nIt was a top notch mech. No issues, aside from the fact that all the safety belts keeping me secured were locked tight by external control and my arms were tied to the armrests. I said that the Captain was a stupid kinky bastard. \n\n...dont forget to give me an over at the end of any transmission, Red 2. And on operation, you will not refer to me on a first name basis. Only refer to me as Red One, Captain, or Sir. In fact, only refer to me as sir. Is that clear, Red Two? Over. \n\nI looked left at my heads up display, watching the voice frequency display next to his facecam picture waved to a thin line as he finished talking. He knew when I was done talking, he just spent too much time watching old war movies of star fighters blasting each other in low altitude planetary excursions. Copy that, sir \n\nA snort came over the comma, and his eyes rolled. No sass, even on a training op. Now then, I have you on visual. Once you are at 100 meters from my position, slave your mech to mine. \n\nI saw his own cheetah in the distance. Out here, over 200km on base, we would be unlikely to be observed by any other training unit. Slaving my mech to his would give him all the power over me, but it wasnt as if he hadnt done that yet. I looked down at my crotch, and beneath the signature skintight jumpsuit was the distinctive outline of the chastity belt he slapped on me. I wiggles my hips, feeling the two plugs he had inserted into me, as well as the catheter. The catheter was standard issue for jumpsuits, but the dildo stuck inside and the buttplug were of the highly unauthorized vibrating variant. I didnt have much of a choice. He had the key to my belt. Roger that, sir. Ah! Commencing slave uplink now. \n\nA rolling shudder washed over me as I felt my neurolink intensity. Slaving a mech to another meant giving the other mech a unidirectional control over yours. Hed see my exact neurolink sensory information, as well as total control over mech functions. The dildo and the plug he had control over already, which he was using to tease me the whole way here. \n\nVery good Red 2, although Slave would be more appropriate for you now. You deserve a little something. \n\nI felt the dildo and the plug whirr to life, the sounds of vibrations echoing through the cockpit. I would double over, try to lift myself up to stop the vibes from pressing into the seat, but the straps hold me tight. I cannot lift myself up, and Im forced to bear the pleasure. \n\nYoure so adorable like that, Slave, so squirmy. I felt the vibes slow down before ending. Tell me, were you disappointed when those vibes ended? \n\nNo sir. I looked at his mech raise a hand, before a beam of condensed light shot towards my chest. Ah! Did you just shoot me, Captain?! \n\nI saw his smug face. Yes, and no. That was a targeting laser, but I adjusted your mechs damage feedback to turn that into a painful electric jolt. He fire again, this time at the upper leg of my mech, and I felt a jolt to my high. Ugh! Please stop, sir! \n\nMore grinning on his face cam. Not yet. This is a training mission, and well be running all the way back to base, and Ill be giving you all the way. Slack off, and Ill place a laser right onto your buttocks. Lets start, slave! \n\nOoh! I felt the vibration between my legs again as the plugs came to life. Ah! Sir! A jolt between my buttocks reminded me of the task I had to perform if I didnt want to get an electrified behind. Dont stop or slow down, slave. Theres more where that came from!\n\n\n\nI let my mech collapse onto the docking bay floor, a solid 2 km ahead of Red Ones. He kept vibing me and shocking me, until I had managed to pick up a lead. Even then, he just vibed me harder until Id slow back down into shooting range. I began the disconnect sequence, and once the pod door lifted, struggled against the restraints. Captain Oharas pod lifted after a minute of struggle, him arriving at base. With his neuronslmet still on and motion tracking cuffs on his wrists and ankles, he stepped out towards my struggling form. \n\nWell, youve had your fun, right? Stop teasing me already and come fuck me! He smiled, before caressing my cheek.\n\nI knew youd be so desperate at the end of our little training session, slave. Come on, tell me more about how much you want this?\n\nOh fuck him, but I had to comply. I was burning inside, my suit dripping with my arousal all the way down to my knees. Oh please, sir. Ive been in here so long, running and sweating so much, please let me out so I can fuck you, sir.\n\nHe smiled and began to undo my wrist straps, pressing a code into his arm mounted PDA, letting my seat harness retract. Oh, how could I resist that. He offered a hand that I took, pulling me into a kiss before spinning me around so that I had my palms right on the seat, stained with the juices that stained through the jumpsuit. He slapped my butt through the suit, eliciting a quick Ah! from me, before reaching down to grab at the seam holding my crotch together. \n\nThe terrible thing about the chastity belt he put on me was that it could slide the shield off to reveal my vagina without actually coming off, just to slide back on once finished, a feature he took advantage of many times. Oh, youre so wet and needy. Come on, let that dildo out. I squeezed my vaginal muscles, letting his gently pull take the vibe out of me. Ah! Come on, dont make me wait a second longer, sir! Give it to me! Hard!\n\nI couldnt see behind myself, but I knew he was grinning. Dont order me like that, slave! Im your superior officer, and your master! He choose that moment to slide deep inside me. Oh, yes sir! Yes master! Ohhhh...\n\n\n\n15 minutes later, I came down from my afterglow. It was admittedly a lot less sexy to take a debriefing right after, especially when the General was there. Especially when the holoprojector showed my Cheetah getting humping its hips back into the crotch of James mech, grinding their metal parts together. \n\nWell then, do you have any excuse for your actions, Red Two?\n\nYes I do, General. Red One made me do it, sir. \n\nI heard some whispering in my ear. That damned kinky bastard made me give a bunch of promises if I wanted the stupid belt off. And its because Im a needy mech jockey who couldnt wait to get fucked. \n\nThe General sighed. Well, from your Captains deposition, its clear that youre suffering from an overactive Libido thats inhibiting your combat capabilities. Im directing Captain James Ohara to serve as your probationary officer until you have this under control. \n\nYes sir. More whispers. Im sure Captain James will be able to rectify any issues with my needy pussy in prompt time.\n\nI walked out of that room with a beet red face. Well then, Red Two? I think the General just ordered us to have some more training together." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "In a world where superpowers exist, you have a very strange one. Whenever someone makes you cum, their own power is boosted by 50% and the effect stacks. The result of this is that both supervillains AND superheros kidnap you for hours, for their own \"uses\"." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "> Content: Bondage, MFF threesome, surprises.\n\nVines coiled around me, wrapping around my arms and legs, crossing around my chest and crotch. One slithered between my legs, making me feel each and every protrusion and leaf that rubbed up against my dripping wet pussy. I had a lot of things to say right now, but I couldnt. Another vine had wedged itself across my teeth like a bit gag, making anything I tried to say unintelligible. Not that I had to. Mistress Passionfruit, the supervillain with absolute control over her super-vines knew all about me. I had confessed everything there was to know about my special spots hours ago, and she had kept me gagged and simmering until she was ready to use me again. The air in the greenhouse was hot, but not as hot as my skin as I ached for more.\n\nAre you ready to give me a bit more of your power, Charlene? A thin vine brushed my brown hair out of my eyes, and Mistress Passionfruits pale green face came into view. Instead of hair, she had vines growing out of her scalp. She could grow them from anywhere on her body, but the flowing vines from her head were decorated with brilliant flowers. \n\nI was about to nod my response, but a crash and a searing heat waved over me. A burning flame had shattered the greenhouse roof, and a figure dropped down to the ground in a shower of broken glass. Rising from his knees, I saw a broad, muscled chest underneath an open firefighters uniform. The hat had been discarded, flames erupting around his wavy hair like an angelic halo. I hand The Philanthropist, Mistress Passionfruit! The Fireman is here to put an end to your dastardly schemes! \n\nBurning bolts flew around, incinerating errant vines. A few almost struck me, but Firemans aim was true and hit some of the vines binding me instead. The gag vine, and the vine in between my legs. Mistress Passionfruit hissed at the pain, but did not release me. \n\nI groaned in complaint. Couldnt you have waited until I came again? I was so close to another orgasm! And stop using that stupid superhero name, Im just Charlene! \n\nThe Fireman shook his head and readied for more fighting by summoning flames to his palms. I cant do that, Philanthropist! League regulations, and if I let this villain make you cum again, she might be too powerful for me to fight! Ugh. Stupid league violations, making me some superhero. Superheroes and public figures were okay for supervillains to kidnap under the Union of Supervillains rules, but civilians werent. And due to that stupid name I was given I kept getting caught up in these fights!\n\nI felt the vines coiling tighter as they held me closer to Mistresss main body. I felt her chest rubbing up behind me as she spoke to Fireman. Its already too late. Ive made her cum 3 times so far. I am 87.5 times stronger than the last time we met! My vines will be able to resist anything you have to throw at me!\n\nThe Fireman did not back down, and looked like he had a secret trick up his sleeve. Your strength is undeniable, but what you dont realize is that I hooked up with Charlene last Friday!\n\nWhat?! Mistress screeched. \n\nWhat?! I yelled at him. Is that why you said your were too busy for a second round in the morning? Too busy with superhero crap?\n\nA roaring flame surrounded himself, growing in intensity. Thats right. I received an urgent call from the fire department. I had to go fight fire, with fire!\n\nHis confusion tactic worked. When he charged and tackled Mistress Passion, she recoiled back, stunning her as she tried to beat out the flames. My body was held tightly against Firemans bare chest instead. His voice was urgent, That will hold her back, but to get the power to defeat her, Ill need to make you cum again!\n\nI embraced him. Alright, Ive already been on the edge since you dropped in. Go ahead, but actually answer my DMs next time! \n\nHe unzipped his fireproof pants and stuck out his cock. His pubic mound had a simmering flame as well, and I could feel his throbbing heat as he entered me. I planted and moaned as he bounced me on his cock in a tight embrace, his powered flames matching my own boiling lust. \n\nAh, Im about to cum! I yelled. \n\nBefore I managed, I felt a vine wrapping around my legs, and then Fireman grunted in shock. Mistress was up again, and staring at us with a deathly vengeance. Oh I wont let you make her cum. Ill have to interfere! More vines wrapped up around me, trying to pull me away but Firemans heat was too strong. Instead, smaller, tougher vines snaked below me, prodding at my clit and my ass.\n\nIf hes going to make you cum, then Ill make you cum too! \n\nSlick nectar erupted around my ass and pussy, a high strength lube that let her enter in with two tough vines with ease. One slipped one to my ass, and the other slipped into my pussy next to Firemans. I moaned with the added pleasure as the cocks rubbed against each other inside of me, and soon I had some nectar of my own to add.\n\n\nOhhh... I moaned. Power flowed from me into the two supers, draining me. I was lowered down to the ground by gentle hands and gentle vines both, out of the way before Fireman and Mistress Passionfruit approached each other menacingly. \n\nWell, Ive got a burning desire left in me, he said, a burning desire for justice!\n\nShe started wrapping her vines around him, drawing him closer, and I have a little upstart spark that needs to be punished! \n\nI watched as the vines coiled around him, drawing him in as flames seared back at her. She was too resistant to fire now, but they had their effect of causing her to falter. Still, they approached one another, his cock still erect and her legs splayed open as tentacle vines held her before him. \n\nI felt like I should have mentioned how my powers didnt just make people stronger, but it also made them hornier. I was too tired to even complain when they embraced each other, drawing in for a kiss. \n\nI was starting to feel left out when I felt something wrapping around my foot. My first thought was that it was just another vine, moving to bring me back into the action, but when I looked down, it was a mass of black rubber coiling around. \n\nI tried to scream for help from the two lovers, but before I could open my mouth, a band of the stuff wrapped around my mouth! Mmph! Other bands quickly wrapped around me, holding my hands to my body and my legs closely together. I struggled and wiggled, trying to break free as I saw a rubber hood emerge from an open drainage grate. \n\nShush, my pretty Charlene. Lets leave those two to their devices. Ive been watching for a while, every little beg and twitch that youve made, and I just had to capture you and hold you.\n\nI felt myself being sucked down to the drainage pipe in the ground as the noises of loving filled the room. I couldnt struggle against the tight rubber as Queen Rubber kept monologuing. \n\nOh yes, after a few months in my lair, you will have given me so much power Ill be able to coat the whole world in delicious rubber! And dont think that you know how your power works because Ive found a way for you to cum additively. \n\nI slid down the drainage pipe as she laughed. The last glimpse of light that I saw was through that open hole as I went down down down, towards Queen Rubbers lair." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Your daughter/sister/coworker, Karla, has been pestering you to go clothes shopping with her. You finally give in and take her to the mall. After picking out a few outfits you head to the changing rooms. After waiting outside for a minute or two she asks you to come in and rate her outfit." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "So, what do you think? Karla asked, turning around, not a stitch on her body. Her pert breasts jiggled as the rest of her came to a stop.\n\nUhh What sort of test was this? You look beautiful.\n\nShe grabbed at the air and lifted her hands up. Isnt it just the best dress? And the color is so stunning! Its like, lapis lazuli, almost! Ive never seen anything like it.\n\nMe neither, I couldnt help but agree. Her entire body lay exposed before me, something I had never dared to dream I might see. Her firm, petite breasts, her soft pink nipples, her shaved mound But there was something odd going on here. Maybe her tits really were that perky, but they seemed supported, invisibly. Is it charmed?\n\nOh, thats the best part! Its supposed to be completely see-through for whoevers destined to be my mate. She giggled. I know its a bit naughty, but I mean, if were going to be mates, it doesnt matter if he gets a sneak peek of everything, right? She looked back at me. What are you staring at, anyways?" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Your new girlfriend was both possessive and loved to show you off. I guess that was to be expected when you started dating a Kobold." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was in Nexus, Queen of Cities and capital of the Old Empire, that they had met. Aaron of the Bull Clan had been a mercenary on leave after completing a contract that had left him and his comrades with more wealth than theyd ever imagined seeing in their lifetimes, and hed gone on a spree in the citys brothels with his shield brother, Cameron of the Bear Clan. Theyd fucked elvish whores first, elves were famed across the world for their beauty and their sexual skills, so that had been almost obligatory. After that, theyd set out to try stranger fare in stranger places. Nexus was home to communities of every intelligent race and had perhaps the finest brothels in the world. It also helped that here, in the heart of the Old Empire, the church of the Mother Goddess still emphasized the traditional fertility aspect of their deity, so that the church did not frown on any consensual sex, or try to suppress the brothels.\n\nTheyd been a bit drunk, walking from one place to another, and theyd debated which race would be the strangest. Goblins were foul, and barely intelligent, so neither of them wanted to try fucking a goblin, but what else could they try? Cameron had been intent on returning to the place theyd just left:\n\nI mean, did you see that fiend-blooded whore? Enormous breasts and a cute prehensile tail. Can you imagine what she could do with that? I say we go back, even if she had horns like a ram, you saw she had a cunt and Ive a mind to try using those horns as handlebars! Aaron had laughed, then:\n\nWhat about kobolds? Theyre nearly as strange as goblins, but less foul and more intelligent. Cameron had laughed:\n\nKobolds. Scaly folk who lay eggs? I think you might have identified the strangest sort of woman to lay. In the end, theyd parted ways. Cameron would go back to try his luck with a fiend-blooded woman, while Aaron would look for a place with kobold whores.\n\nIt took him a while, but he found a man, one of the bouncers at the next place he tried, who in exchange for a silver piece told him where to look for kobolds.\n\nWhen he found the place, at first he thought that hed been cheated. It looked like an ordinary tavern that happened to mostly be serving kobolds. Still, hed gone in and ordered a mug of beer from the bar. When hed sat down to drink, a kobold came up to him:\n\nHello, hairy one. What brings you here? He looked at the kobold it took him a second to be sure that he was talking to a female. Kobolds did not nurse their young, nor did they have most features hed associate with male or female no hair, for one thing but you could tell if youd seen kobolds before. He decided to gamble, the worst possible result was that theyd throw him out and hed be down the price of a mug of beer, then hed go back and perhaps teach that bouncer a lesson.\n\nI was told that this was the place to go, if I wanted to meet kobolds for special services. She laughed, a raspy sort of noise:\n\nTrue, true what do you know of kobold culture? He frowned:\n\nNot much. You lay eggs, you tend to live in the mountains not much else. Another raspy laugh:\n\nThen I educate you, no charge! Kobolds lay eggs, clutched of four or five. Usually, three or four females to each male. In the mountains, successful males keep many wives, boss them something awful. Some females dont like that, run off to human towns. Some males curious, run off too. But, more females than males. Mostly, we like it here, but females have needs She made some sort of serpentine motion that he thought might have been intended to show off that she was graceful, and laid a scaly hand on his thigh: So we have a place like this, meet males. No pregnancy, no diseases when kobolds play with hairy ones. If shed had a human mouth instead of a kobold snout, she would have been grinning, he was sure of it. You want buy me a beer, see if you like it with a kobold upstairs? Hed hesitated for perhaps a second:\n\nSure, let me get you a mug. Theyd finished their beer double quick, then gone upstairs hed learned her name was Grett, an unlovely name for a cute little lizard girl. She had fled a boring and confining future in the kobold warrens, and now lived and worked near Nexus. Not a professional whore, just a kobold whod decided she wanted to get laid. He approved of that attitude approved of it even more when theyd gotten in bed together and hed had the chance to experience her body and her enthusiasm. At first, hed been concerned that hed hurt her if he penetrated her, but shed laughed at that:\n\nLargest penis, smaller than smallest egg and we lay four or five at once! So hed let her mount him to start, he laid on his back and let her take his cock while she faced him. She felt tight around his cock but seemed to enjoy the tightness of the fit as much as he did. She rode him, first slowly then increasingly enthusiastically. She leaned if as if for a kiss, and he worried about her sharp, lizard-style, teeth and kobold snout, but she extended her long tongue and he found she wanted to put it in his mouth. Their tongues wrestled as she invaded his mouth, and he was reminded of a woman fellating a mans penis but it wasnt uncomfortable, and he was happy that he could please her by doing this. He remembered Camerons comment about the fiend-blooded whores prehensile tail, and wondered what Grett the kobold could do with her long and nimble tongue. Traditional fellatio might not be possible with a kobold woman, but there would be other options\n\nWhen they finished, he held her in his arms and nuzzled against her. Her scales were a little rough against his belly, but between her legs she was smoother, and as soft as a human woman. Her tail was in the way if he wanted to penetrate her in that sort of spooning position, but it still felt good to hold her like that while he recovered his stamina. They did not talk while he held her, and he felt more comfortable than he had with whores. He was not paying for her time, and somehow that made it better, more comfortable, even thought they were basically strangers. When he was ready to go again, he laid her down and lifted her tail, so that he could penetrate her from behind. She made him adjust the positioning, so that she was bent over the edge of the bed and he was kneeling on the floor to take her. This worked, and she appeared to enjoy it immensely he felt her tighten around his cock and heard a rasping noise he could not quite differentiate from the laughing noise shed made. He thought that it would be physically possible to bugger a kobold, although he did not try with her. It was more an idle interest, noticing the position of the anus below the tail. So both of those holes were available, even if oral sex was impractical." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Those joining the young baroness' staff are given a special note with their orientation. It contains only her safe word, followed by \"Have fun!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "He was determined to make her say it, to find her limit. But as of yet, he was yet to hear that word from between her lips.\n\nRight now, he had the young baroness bent over the dining room table, hammering her as hard as he could, making the long, oak table rock. He gripped a belt that was wrapped around her neck, not quite tight enough to prevent her from speaking, but enough to make the pretty blonde noble's face bright red.\n\nThe elegant baroness he was brutalising was face down, spluttering as she was fucked by her servant. What was even the point of a safe word if she never used it?\n\nHer long skirts had been ripped and torn apart, exposing her bottom half. He'd pushed her down, spread her legs and got to work, sure that this time he'd go just hard enough, violate her to the point she gave up and tapped out. Instead, she excitedly gurgled a \"Yesh! Oh yeth pweathe!\"through her rough choke.\n\n\"I'm going to fucking finish inside you now...\"She didn't respond.\n\n\"I'm gonna put my seed inside you. You fine with being bred by a low-born stablehand?\"he laid down a sharp smack on her already bright red ass, loosening his grip on the belt slightly to make her words easier to understand.\n\n\"Give it to me! Use me!\"This rich bitch was fucking crazy.\n\nThe burly man sunk balls-deep into the aristocrat, not hesitating to empty his balls into her womb. He let go of the belt and stepped away, buttoning up his trousers.\n\nShe stayed where she was for a moment, head turned to the side, breasts pressed into the hard wood, gasping for air. After a minute, she slowly staggered to her feet, legs shaking.\n\n\"I might be taking Sugar out for a ride later, do you mind saddling her up in a half an hour?\"\n\nHe couldn't believe how casually she was already talking to him. Sure, she was eccentric, sure she was sex-mad, what noble wasn't? But seriously? This was getting exhausting.\n\n\"Half an hour then.\"The big man grabbed her by the hair and started walking, listening closely for that special phrase that would mean he'd beaten her. No such luck. He dragged her all the way down the stairs, skirts torn to the stables and shoved her into a pile of straw.\n\n\"Alright my lady.\"He selected a riding crop from the wall. \"Let's see if you'll be able to sit down at all by the time I'm done with you.\"" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The app was supposed to let her absorb and internalize everything in the documentaries and educational videos she had queued, as she slept. She didn't count on it picking up the porn that was open in the other tabs..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "NeuroCram is ready. Please place on your headset and commence sleep, the pop-up said. Megan let out a sigh of relief. She was weeks behind in her studies and woefully unprepared for tomorrows final exam - BIO 201 - a class she absolutely despised. When her friend Rachel agreed to loan her the NeuroCram headset, Megan leapt at the opportunity to not spend even a minute studying.\n\nShe had dutifully pulled up every lecture from the semester, each in its own tab, ready to be downloaded into her brain as she slept. She put the laptop on her desk, leaned back in her dorm room bed, letting her thick brown hair spread out over her pillows, and closed her eyes. Thirty minutes later she was still wide awake. Too much caffeine? Headset a little uncomfortable? Megan wasnt sure. She decided to use her usual method- a quick porn session- to get her to relax.\n\nMegan liked to take things slow, queuing up multiple videos in search of the perfect scene. From night to night her tastes varied- boy-girl, girl-girl, lesbian orgy, public nudity...She browsed through a couple, teasing herself under her pajamas as she warmed up. A few videos in she pulled out her vibrator, a classic Magic Wand knockoff, and started to buzz. She kept it on low as she continued to browse, still searching for the perfect scene. After another 30 minutes, Megan felt an orgasm coming on. She went for it, thrusting her wet pussy against the buzzing tip of the vibrator, biting the pillow to suppress her moans from echoing down the hall. It was nearly 2am, and as Megan turned the vibrator off, she felt her eyelids start to droop...\n\n7:30am Megan was woken by her phone alarm loudly beeping. She opened her eyes, confused, her Magic Wand still in her left hand and the faint sound of autoplayed porn emanating from her laptop headphones.\n\nShe yanked off the NeuroCram headset and glanced at the practice exam on her desk. It worked! The answers came to her in a flash- like it was all she knew. Excitedly, Megan started to get dressed to go to her exam. As she picked her outfit, she decided to go a little provocative today. A crop-top and booty shorts, why not?\n\nAs Megan left her dorm and started to make her way across campus she started to feel her mind race. Dirty thoughts. Everyone she passed, she imagined fucking them in some form. It didnt matter who. An 80-year old professor passed her as she imagined getting throatfucked by his aging cock. A group of sorority girls passed and her mind turned to a lubed-up poolside orgy. Megan felt her horniness rise intensely; she was only about halfway there when she had to stop, her legs buckling from the pleasure she was getting just from imagining these scenarios.\n\nThe campus coffee shop was right around the corner, so when Megan came to she turned in that direction. Maybe she just had some residual horniness from last night? In a pinch she could make herself cum in the bathroom, just to get it out of her system.\n\nAs she entered the coffee shop it was like a sensory overload. She could barely see, her mind blocking her vision with scenes of her getting fucked doggystyle against the cafe counter, licking cum off the cute baristas chin, writhing on the tiled floor from getting eaten out...\n\nShe stumbled into the bathroom and burst into a stall. She tore open her backpack and pulled out her laptop, and thats when she realized what had happened. All the porn from last night had been downloaded into her brain. Everything she was imagining was based on a video shed opened. Megan was both panicked and intensely aroused as she flipped through the tabs. She couldnt help but slip her fingers down her shorts, her pussy soaking wet as each video triggered mental amplification of the erotic response. She rubbed her clit, sensually at first but vigorously soon after, her knees trembling and her head leaning back against the bathroom wall as the pleasure coarsed through her body.\n\nAll of a sudden a hand pushed open the stall door. Megan sat up with shock and instinctively closed her legs, not that it wasnt extremely obvious what she was doing.\n\nUmmm...This is the mens room... he said, nervously.\n\nMegan sat there, stunned, saying nothing for a few seconds.\n\nThe she grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the stall. Good. Now take off your pants, she commanded." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "With a large formal even coming up, it was expected that people go with dates. On Twitter, people ask athletes and models and singers all the time. When you invited your favorite pornstar as a joke, you never really expected them to agree." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Formal\n-------------------\n\nIt was a joke. It was only a joke goddammit. And now she's actually here to do it!\n\nBilly's mind raced as he thought about how to greet the twenty-year-old starlet that had entertained him through all those lonely nights. Billy tried his best not to blush when he saw her, his mind recalling all the lascivious images of her pale face glossed by white spatters of baby batter. \n\nEmmy Anderson was in town and as she stepped into the chartered limo, she surprised Billy with a hug. Billy tried to figure out what to do with his hands, arms limply wrapping around the small of her back.\n\nIt excited him thinking about all the times he'd seen the money shots of pearly stickiness pool in that exact same arch he was touching right now. No, no, don't be a creep! She's just here for a formal, Billy chastised himself as he slowly pulled away from the hug, wanting more.\n\n\"Thanks for inviting me to your spring formal! It's refreshing to see a guy ask me for something other than sex,\"she gushed as she sat down and began powdering her face.\n\nBilly felt hot as he felt the stiffy in his trousers. No, no, no, you don't want to make her think you just invited her to hookup, Billy thought as he shifted his position and tried to flex his legs to shift the blood flow.\n\nThink about Mongolian genocide. Think about starving children in Africa. Think about- \n\nA makeup pallette flew past Billy's leg as the limo hit a speed bump. The window whirred down and the driver turned with an apology. \n\n\"Excuse the bumpy ride. We had to take a detour as there was construction on the originally planned route and we'll be at the formal soon.\"\n\n\"Oh, that's okay, thanks for telling us,\"Emmy said, brush still in hand. \"Billy? Would you please get my pallette for me?\"\n\nThe window whirred back up as Billy shook off his daze.\n\n\"What? Oh, right, your makeup pallette. Yeah, sure.\"\n\nHe reached down and tried not to cringe when he remembered his pointer tenting his trousers. \n\nBilly bashfully handed the pallette to the adult star to a bemused face. \n\n\"Thanks,\"Emmy smiled with a knowing glance at the excitement between Billy's lap. \"You know, I didn't expect someone who was brave enough to ask out a porn star to be a virgin,\"she said as she closed the pallette and leaned closer to Billy.\n\n\"Wh-what makes you say that? Wait, why are we talking about my virginityI mean, uh, my supposed virginity here?\"Billy stammered, breaking his prior faade of confidence. \n\n\"Because, I find it cute when virgin guys try to hide how excited they are even though it's obvious how much they want to have sex,\"Emmy brushed her red hair aside as it fell across her face dramatically from the fury of the last word. \n\n\"Let me help you a bit with that,\"Emmy gestured to the stiffy, \"And if you want to stop, just tell me.\"\n\nHer pale hands undid Billy's belt, running over the outline of his excitement. Billy couldn't believe his luck. A soft, cool hand slid past his waistband with her pale arm contrasting his black tux. \n\nBilly tried to control his breathing but Emmy had just the right grip to send him close to the edge. Slickness came naturally from the silkiness ebbing out his excited tip in anticipation of the finale.\n\n\"Since I don't know when we'll get there, let's finish this fast,\"Emmy said as she unzipped his pants, gave an approving glance at the length, drooled a bit on his stiffy, and jerked, Kleenex at the ready.\n\nBilly could hold on no longer, letting go as spurt after spurt of white came forth, some splattering past the tissues and onto her breast. Emmy smirked as she wiped the spatter off her breast and tossed the tissues into the complementary trash bag on the limo. \n\nA squirt of hand sanitizer later for Emmy and a hasty redoing of trousers later, Billy would be holding onto Emmy's hand as they exited the limo to the formal.\n\n\"Did you bring protection?\"Emmy whispered into Billy's ear, his heart still pounding from excitement.\n\nWith a shy, curt nod from Billy, Emmy murmured, \"Great, maybe we can have more fun in the bathroom later.\"\n\nBilly tried to hide his smile, excited for what was to come." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She had a strict \"anything more than underwear is too much to wear at home\"policy. This was regardless of her roommate's brother needing to stay at the apartment for a while..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Simon sat on the couch with his sister.\n\nSeriously its great, I had no idea where I was going to go. Are you sure Piri is ok with this?\n\nYeah Ive been needing to talk to you about her before she gets home. said Nina.\n\nShe doesnt know does she?\n\nOh no, she knows, she likes the idea. Cheaper for everyone, the more the merrier and all that shit\n\nShe is really intense, I dont like the idea of surprising her. said Simon.\n\nPiri is yeah. Anyway everything is fine but there is a rule.\n\nI shudder to think what rule Piri has in order.\n\nSimon heard the door close.\n\nShit! Strip! said Nina as she turned into a flurry of clothing.\n\nNina um, Nina?...Nina, no seriously stop!\n\nFuck! Get your clothes off! whispered Nina.\n\nIf this is some kind of weird way to come onto me, Im so not down. said Simon as he looked away from his sister's bra.\n\nGet your shi-\n\nWhat the fuck is this! said Piri, holding a bundle of clothes under her arm while wearing only a sports bra.\n\nSimon looked from the naked almost naked Piri to Nina...\n\nNo no no this isnt an incest thing Why are you naked. This is the fuck is going on? asked Simon as Piri stepped into the kitchen, rummaging through a draw.\n\nStip! commanded Piri as she what the fuck! Simon ducked to the side as a giant fucking kitchen knife lodged into the couch. Piri flicked up another, twirling it in her fingers like Bishop from Aliens.\n\nYour clothes are coming off one way or another! said Piri as she brought the knife down toward him. It lodged into the coffee table he had lifted.\n\nPiri this is seriously fucked up! shouted Nina.\n\nThe knife pulled free and Simon hurled the cheap Ikea table at Piri. Nina was scrambling back on the couch as Simon pulled the knife free, bringing it up in time to parry Piris next blow. No time for words, Simon was dancing over the couch dodging and parrying as knife thrusts tore through the air around him. Working his way out of the corner all the while. The occasional scratch of metal on metal sounded out for the few strikes he could not avoid entirely.\n\nSimon stood with his back to the kitchen, a torn-in-two coffee table between them as Piri looked him up and down.\n\nI will win this. said Piri. A devilish open mouthed smirk crossing her lips as she caught her breath.\n\nYour form is fast but your improv is lacking! said Simon, sweeping the table to send a fruit bowl and loaf of bread, following them up with a knife strike across her side. Piri twisted with a cocky smile as he passed, her waist running over his fingers as the knife tore through material. They stepped back, her sports bra strap hanging loose, Simons shirt torn through. He gathered the material and tore it free to reveal his chest.\n\nPiri looked him up and down, her lips blowing him a kiss.\n\nThe fuck guys! Fucking stop! shouted Nina from the couch.\n\nSilence girl! The adults are talking. said Piri as she flicked the blade up. Simon dodged the anticipated thrown blade as he closed the distance, catching the new short cheese knife with his own, his hand snapping over her wrist and pushing her to the counter with his side, their lips lingering at each other. It left him wide open for her free hand as it quickly ran down his side to his belt. The leather pulled free as he opened the distance between them. Before the cheese knife had even reached the floor he was avoiding the cracking licks of his own belt. The knife was useless at this range.\n\nPiri dodged the flung blade and turned, eyes wide as she had to avoid the repeated blows of two halves of the Tofteryd coffee table. Shattering into ever smaller stumps against bench and cupboard.\n\nPiri reached the stovetop as the last remaining lacquered piece of chipboard disintegrated into the tiles, he caught the belt and threw it around the small of her back, pulling her hips against his. Piri grunted with effort, her fingers reaching for his button as his lips pressed to hers. The kiss a frenzy of lips and tongue as he dropped the belt to fumble with her hands. His pants were staying on thank you very much. She was too still...her left wrist unaccounted for. Simon suspicion pulled his head back to avoid the frying pan, catching her arm and continuing her twist to press her hips to the stovetop, her arse secured against his still triumphantly-on pants. Piri fumbled with the pan with one hand, the other joining his at her throat. Moaning over his fingertips as she rubbed her arse against his crotch. His cock apparently unaware his sister was in the room and entering the fight without being tagged in. Piri dropped to the stove while Simon hoped Nina was not watching. His body lowering to hers as he smelt gas?\n\nFlame erupted as their bodies tumbled away to sprawl on the tiles. Piri landing to straddle his waist. Her hands pinning his to the floor as imported shards of sweden dug into his back.\n\nStalemate said Simon.\n\nCant fuck me with your pants on. said Piri with a smile, her lips just above his. I mean he totally could and almost was but the rule wasnt THAT unreasonable.\n\nLoud static and white filled the room as Piri and Simon stood side by side, a potato peeler in Piris hand and a sponge in Simons to address the new threat.\n\nNina stood with a fire extinguisher in her underwear, her bored expression turning to a glare.\n\nThis is why I dont invite my boyfriends over Piri. said Nina, turning to leave for her room.\n\nPiri glared at Simons pants...He could fuck her with them on." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "She just wanted to give her students some relief from the heat, she didn't expect that letting them strip down to their underwear would get so out of hand." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It was a hot day, which was obviously expected. It was the end of the semester, so of course the sun was merciless. That was normally not a problem. The ACs in the university were normally very well kept. Most of the students even hung out in the classrooms and lecture halls just for that very reason. \n\nThe problem was that the room Prof. Keller's class was taking place had a unit that was currently malfunctioning. That meant the place was sweltering. Her normally attentive students looked like they were melting. She was too, but she at least could pretend to be able to deal with it. But it was making her job difficult.\n\nShe sighed. \"Alright, it's hot.\"She admitted. \"Tell you what, how about everyone takes a few layers off. Only for today, and only in this room, of course. That should help relieve some heat.\"\n\nThe students gave a weak cheer of agreement. Hopefully they would be able to maintain composure. The boys especially. But the class was fairly average in terms of physical appearance, so there shouldn't be any problem. Then she looked around. Something was...different. Something was wrong. The students looked quite a bit different than they should have.\n\nWhen did the very petite Julia develop breasts that big? And why did the skinny, nerdy Kevin now have a six pack? Every student suddenly looked like they belonged in the adult film industry. All the girls were curvy, busty and gorgeous. All the men were tall, muscular and handsome. \n\nHad they always looked like that? No, she was quite certain that this was a recent development. And was it just her, or was her blouse feeling a bit more snug than it usually did? Well, she could worry about that later. She had a job to do.\n\n\"Okay then. Now that we can beat the heat, let's get back to the lesson. I hope everyone's been taking notes.\"She turned to the smart board, which was thankfully working, and began giving her lesson.\n\nShe was interrupted by a long, breathy moan. She turned, ready to give a quick warning about paying attention and not disrupting the class. The words died on her lips. The formerly chubby George had his head between the shy Kelly's legs. The now suddenly statuesque girl was moaning and her beautiful face was flushed. \n\nAnother girl went to a guy and dropped down to her knees. She pulled his boxers down, freeing an almost absurdly large manhood. She licked her lips and took his length into her mouth. Prof. Keller was too stunned to do anything to stop them. \n\nOne by one, each student chose a partner. And then, the classroom decended into one large orgy. All semblance of education was lost as girls sucked the boys and the boys went down on the girls. Girls were bent over desks and tables as they were impaled on the guy's long spears. The teacher could only watch in both horror and fascination as every single student submitted to their sexual urges.\n\nGirls screamed in orgasmic pleasure and guys cried out as they filled the air with their seed. Even Prof. Keller felt something stir inside her. Something she had not felt in years, and certainly not because of her ex-husband. She felt herself reaching down to her crotch when she felt a hand on her shoulder.\n\nThe nerdy boy, Kevin, was looking at her. He did not look nearly as needy now. He took hold of her waist, which she now noticed was considerably smaller than in should have been. His muscles swelled as he lifted her off the ground--since when could he do that? He set her on her desk and began ripping her blouse off.\n\nShe knew she should refuse him. But for some reason, she did not want to. In fact, she spread her, quite a bit longer, legs. Her clothes were torn off and a pair of powerful arms pulled her in close as he slid inside of her.\n\nShe felt a surge of pleasure unlike any she had ever felt before as the large member entered her. She could not suppress a cry of joy as he began pumping. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, only fully noticing that whatever had happened to her students had happened to her when her newly enlarged breasts met his newly muscled chest. \n\nShe bucked her hips, combining with his thrusts to send jolts of pure ecstasy through her entire body. He cupped her now tight ass and lifted her fully off the desk, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, allowing for better leverage for both of them. The effect was immediate, as what felt like a bolt of lighting struck her pleasure center. She screamed in orgasmic bliss as he pounded her, she felt her juices flow freely, and her body tighten.\n\nKevin slid out of her and let out a primal roar as he emptied himself onto her body, covering her with more cum than she had ever known a man to be able to produce. She was placed back onto the desk, and he sank to the floor. Prof. Keller ran her hands through her sweaty, and suddenly very luxurious, hair. \n\nShe gasped for air and looked around. The orgy was still going strong. The students had all changed partners, but everyone seemed to be able to continue near endlessly. Even Kevin was getting up and looking for a new partner. Prof. Keller licked her lips. Well, since class was effectively over, she might as well join in." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A college student girl finds out she can stop time. After experimenting she finds out there's no limit to how long it can be stopped and everything someone feels during the stopped time is felt all at once. The college starts having incidents." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It started small. Students thinking they hadn't put on boxers or bras or panties. Then, some could have sworn they were just groped. Sometimes, it felt as if someone gave you a kiss full on the lips even though there was no one there.\n\nFran was a little pervert. A pervert who could stop time no less. She wasted no time putting her power to use. The bitch who pushed her out of the way? Have fun with no panties or bra on a chilly October day. A guy not giving her the attention she deserves? Don't worry, she knows how big he is, and honestly, bullet dodged.\n\nBut it wasn't enough for her. She found that when she stopped time, all the sensations and stimuli she affected in her object of affection would build up, happening all at once when she resumed time. So, she took it upon herself to act as some stress relief for the student body. Was someone stressed out studying for an exam? Don't worry, Auntie Fran was here to make sure you got a well deserved release. More than once has a teacher or random passerby suddenly found themselves creaming themselves out in public because Fran felt they were too pent up.\n\nIt became something of a ghost story: if you walked down a particular hallway at 9:23 am exactly, you would cum yourself. Of course, Fran found that delightful and took great pleasure in carrying out that little urban myth. Man, woman, other, it didn't matter: she was ravenous and there was a plethora of peens and pussies to lick, suck and fuck, and bountiful bodacious boobs to motorboat.\n\nAs a sort of trophy, she would claim boxers, panties or bras, her way to remember all the fun they had. Sometimes, if she was feeling especially daring, Fran would wear them out on campus, hidden away of course. A few were still filled with cum. It thrilled her to the ends of the Earth when she would see the owner of the article she wore. The thought of how she had given them such pleasure and liberated something so precious and private. It made her insides quiver with perverted glee. Glee she would promptly take out on a lucky soul nearby.\n\nMore than once did she find herself in a boring lecture with an even duller lecturer. She took it upon herself to zest it up and make things more interesting. Dropping pants for a split second, stealing undergarments, flipping ties, writing on the board, she found little pranks to keep the class from getting too mind numbing. But there were times when she was invested. A little over invested. Mrs. Taffy was a gorgeous middle aged woman. A milf to the kids, and Fran's favorite plaything.\n\nMrs. Taffy, Fran had learned, rarely wore panties, the minx. Fran was pretty sure that was against the rules or whatever, not that it really mattered. The perv helped Taffy keep her commando streak by stealing them whenever she dared to wear them. After three stolen pairs, Taffy either ran out of panties or figured it wasn't worth the effort and decided to forgo underwear, though she did try to sneak a pair every once in awhile. Fran had taken those too. She reveled in changing into Taffy's panties specifically for her class, her excitement leaking out and mixing with the professer's long dried juices still left on the garments.\n\nIf Fran ever had a rough day, Taffy's curvaceous body would always cheer her up. She had motorboated those DD tits more times than she could count, and perfected her cunnilingus skills on her teacher's pussy.\n\nMuch like Fran's other recipients, Taffy would be shocked when she suddenly orgasmed in front of her class. However, with this milf, it was always so dramatic and loud. Fran exalted in it. It was a miracle her favorite toy didn't get fired or worse, but perhaps the board was making exceptions due to the supernatural happenings on campus. (The fact that school did get shut down was a bigger mystery to her, but whatever)\n\nFran was the ultimate perv, and she loved it." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "You were a dildo tester at a dildo company that made very monstrous toys. So good were you at taking the tentacles, bulls, and giant spined dragon cocks, that they promoted you to test the actual monsters they base the dildos off of." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Cheer up, said Zoey, who was apparently the only other live-tester. Its really not as bad as it sounds. Plus you get triple pay and benefits now.\n\nI replied, Im more worried about being destroyed. Like, the toys arent actually accurately sized, right?\n\nTheyre pretty close! Humans have fairly large dicks relative to their size, so were pretty well equipped to take monster cock. Still, a little warm-up doesnt hurt. She slipped her hand into my panties and got me started. But her tiny fingers werent exactly adequate preparation for the monstrosities that awaited me later today. \n\nCan we at least see what kind of dicks are going to be fucking us in advance?\n\nNah, that takes all the surprise out of it! said Zoey, whod managed to fit three fingers in my pussy. By the way, youll want some anal foreplay too, she added before making me jump.\n\nIm so dead.\n\nHey, Ill let you take first shift at the gloryhole if you want? That way you dont have to look em in the eyes, and youre just blowing em. Then again some of em would be easier to fuck than suck if you know what I mean.\n\nI didnt know what that meant, but I gratefully accepted her offer for the easier first shift. We went our separate ways, me to the gloryhole and Zoey to god-knows-where to accept some unspeakable fate with a smile on her face. I dropped to my knees and waited for the first cock.\n\nI couldve cheered when the smallish green thing finally appeared. Not to brag, but I could deepthroat a goblin cock in my sleep. I took him into my mouth and let my tongue work its magic. To his credit, the goblin had some fairly respectable stamina despite my best efforts at trying to bring him to the edge as quickly as possible. He was ultimately no match for my mouth; the goblin shot a modest load into my mouth, which I immediately spat out. Its not like he could tell.\n\nNext up was a werewolfdefinitely more of a challenge, but nothing like the monster cocks I was afraid of. I realized that giving too quick a blowjob just meant more customers for me, so I decided to slow down the pace. I gave his tip a quick kiss before taking the head of his cock into my mouth, while I stroked his shaft with my hand. My only concern was the knot, but I was confident I could finish him off before he tried to get the knot in my mouth. The werewolf dick was considerably longer and thicker than the goblin, so I had to pull back and catch my breath more often, but I kept the guy hard the whole time with the continual attention of my hand. I finally had the bright idea of sucking his balls and stroking him off as fast as I could. These tactics brought him to climax: his spunk came out in three spurts, landing in my forehead, nose, and cheek. My request for a towel went unanswered.\n\nI didnt exactly know the species of Mystery Man Number 3, but hed slid a tentacle instead of a cock through the gloryhole. I opened wide for him as if he were just another boyfriend and started sucking him off. The real thing was way slimier than the toys, but if I closed my eyes I could pretend it was pre-cum. The bigger concern was the length of the thing. He didnt seem content with just having the tip sucked; instead he tried to force it down as far as possible, as though he was trying to test my limits. I dont exactly have a weak gag reflex, but this guy seemed dead-set on triggering it. I made a fist with my hand and tried to focus on that instead while he tried to probe my mouth like a dentist who shouldve been in prison. I had to withdraw and catch my breathcould this guy even cum from his tentacle?? Hed pulled the tentacle back to his side of the gloryhole while he waited for me to restart.\n\nI then remembered Zoeys comment about guys who were easier to fuck than suck. This time I carefully aligned my pussy with the opening, and said Wouldnt you rather stick in this hole, sir? It's really wet for you." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Hes been pumping his cum into her pussy for an hour now and shows no sign of stopping anytime soon." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Kara tried to protest, or cradle some form of confusion within her mind, as he kept filling her. It didn't make sense. Shouldn't make sense. \nAnd then the overwhelming sensation, the oozing, sticky sensation at her thighs and ass and legs reminded her how covered they were in him, and she went over the edge, crying a honking hoarse moan of pleasure. \n\nHis hips drove down into her as she shook, and he pulsed, pulsed, pulsed, pulsed.\n\nHer throat strained, dry. It felt cracked, desolate. Kara gripped the soaked sheets, that squished and slid her around each time they drove their bodies into one another. Though, Kara admitted half-aware, it was only him doing the work. Her hips gave out after her fourth orgasm, and she could not lift them, let alone match his enthusiasm.\n\nShe grabbed a handful of warm goo and swallowed it, first tentatively but then greedily, the soft fluids coating her and soothing her abused vocal cords. \n\"So...much...better,\"she groaned, sounding more like herself.\n\n\"Well why didn't you say so,\"a deep and dark voice said. She'd forgotten most everything about him, as he thrust through shadow. He clamped down on his orgasm, she saw his hips clench proudly, as he left her folds. A thick gout of cum shot out of her and made her shiver, nearing another precipice. \n\n\nBut already he had her by the hair, and was spraying again, forcing her to focus on swallowing to keep up with the endless wellspring of his seed." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "You dont know why or how, but the universe has seemingly been doing all it can to make you cum inside this cute girl you met back at the bar." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "How did I meet her? I met her at a bar. It was not your typical meeting at a bar.\n\nYou know the story. Boy sees girl at bar. Boy buys drink for girl at bar. Girl flirts her eyes at boy. Boy comes up, says something funny. Girl fake laughs and touches his arm. Yeah. You know that story.\n\nThats not how I met her. This is how we met.\n\nSo I was standing at the bar trying to get the bartender's attention. \n\nShe happened to be standing in front or to the side of me at the bar trying to do the same thing.\n\nWhen suddenly a fight broke out in this crowded bar / dance club. \n\nSomeone fell to the floor behind me and as they fell they grabbed my pants and pulled.\n\nMy pants went down to my ankles before they let go. I was already hard from just dancing with my girlfriend who likes to grind on me when we get drunk. So pants came down, cock came up hard to say hi.\n\nThen someone tripped and fell into my back before more people piled on. All these people pushed me towards the bar, my cock hanging out, and it slipped right into her pussy. \n\nI shit you not. I have no idea how it happened. If you asked me to do it again Id say it couldnt be done. But still, somehow my cock slipped under her skirt and right into her pussy.\n\nSo here I am, literally balls deep in this woman I had not even said hi to, and I cant pull out.\n\nWhatever is going on behind me has me pinned to the bar. Im doing my best to keep my hands on the bar to keep my weight off of her as much as I can but Im still pushed into her. My cock throbbing inside her pussy.\n\nI can feel her pussy twitching and pulsating on my cock. She's lifting her hips just a little bit before moving back. Shes fucking me back.\n\nFuck. I cant move and Im already inside. Might as well. I start to thrust into her. I push just a bit harder with my hands on the bar to make room so I can start to fuck her. \n\nIt doesnt take long before I hear her moaning with each thrust of my hips. It pushes me over the edge. Her pussy just feels way too good. Its the best feeling Ive ever felt. Ive only been with her for sixty seconds and Im already cumming!\n\nI grunt out that Im cumming. She says to pull out all scared. I cant move. From the people behind me keeping me pinned or from the pleasure of the moment I couldnt tell you. I just knew I was about to cum and there was no way to stop it and it was going to be in this stranger's pussy.\n\nI let go and so did she at the same time. Our pleasures mixed as we both climaxed at the same time. I can feel her squirting down our legs as my cock pumps her full of my semen. \n\nAs soon as I finish the pressure on my back lets up and Im able to step back and out of her. My cock glistening with our sexual fluids coating it. Trails of our fluids running down her thighs.\n\nShe turned around, slapped me, kissed me with tongue, and then slapped me again. She then disappeared into the crowd. No word spoken. I didnt even know her name and I creampied her. \n\nThat's how our first meeting went. Of course when I tell the kids I leave out the adult stuff and just say she ended up in my arms pinned together.\n\nI dont tell the kids the story of how we met the second time. There's no way to clean it up!\n\nWait. What about your girlfriend. What did she say?\n\nHa! When she came back from the bathroom and couldnt find me she started dancing with anyone who was there. When I finally found her she was out back getting split roasted. I think we dated for a while after that before things changed and we drifted apart.\n\nAnyways. The second time I met her. Its crazy.\n\nSo I was invited to this house party. I dont remember the details anymore about who or why. Could have been anything really.\n\nAnyways, someone had the itch to open a gloryhole. She wanted to see who would be brave enough to stick their dick into the hole with their friends watching.\n\nShe happened to be inside the box, or closet. Whatever it was, she was on the other side of the hole.\n\nI had no idea who was behind the wall. I didnt even know she was here at the party. But I was a little drunk and someone bet me I wouldnt do it, and I stuck my cock in the hole.\n\nEveryone standing around cheering and laughing as they watched me get my cock sucked off through the wall. This went on for about five minutes. Her sucking my cock on the other side of a wall. Neither of us knowing who is on the other side.\n\nIt felt great. One of the best bj Id ever received.\n\nThen she stopped. I felt her holding my cock in place before she slipped my cock into her pussy. \n\nIt was awesome. I was inside a random pussy while being watched and everyone thinking its only a mouth, not a pussy.\n\nI can hear her moaning on the other side of the wall as I feel her picking up speed. I start to counter thrust meeting hers. Im humping the wall and the room is laughing at my display. It's only been sixty seconds and I can feel myself reaching my limit.\n\nI feel her start to climax right as I do the same thing filling her pussy with my cum. It felt so great being inside her that there was no way I wasnt going to finish inside her.\n\nOnce I pulled my cock out and got around to the other side of the wall I saw it was her. She recognized me as well, her mouth fell open when she realized it was my cock, before she took off running.\n\nThats the night I also finally found out her name. I asked around after she was gone and one of her friends or co-workers told me her name." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "A young girl has been chained up by the villain. The hero eventually saves her and finds out through the villains last words that shes been put through human experimentation. Sadly, the girls mind has been twisted so much that she seems to enjoy what happened to her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I placed my boot on the the limp body of Doctor Twisted and pulled roughly at my sword, finally freeing it, then glanced around his lair looking for any signs of his minions' return. Seems that hearing their boss scream like a stuck pig when I'd run him through ran them all off. All in a day's work for Crackshot.\n\nI checked his pockets, looking for the remote that would disable his orbital laser, still probably in the process of carving a giant dick into the Swiss alps. Chewing gum, a condom from probably the Reagan administration, more chewing gum - damn, where was it? I finally found purchase and heard the cheery jingle of a keyring. A badly customized key fob with the little Nissan logo crudely pried off and a branded Doctor Twisted sticker taking its place. I pressed \"unlock\"which now had \"Open\"scratched into it, and a panel in the wall made a hissing sound as it pulled back and away. A moment later fluorescent light cracked to life. Huh.\n\nI wiped the blood off of my trusty blade and sheathed it in the hidden scabbard on my back as I walked toward the opening. From inside I could hear the distinct sounds of someone trying to shout through a cloth gag. I don't know any other line of work that would have resulted in someone being able to tell that so quickly, but I loved it. Damsels in distress always got good news coverage.\n\nI strode into Doctor Twisted's recursively hidden lair and found a dirty desk with a large computer, straight out of a college dorm room from the looks of it, a vast array of science nonsense and machines, and a cute blonde strapped to an exam table, her mouth duct taped shut, which must have been holding in the cloth that I'd heard. She was in a simple medical gown and her bare feet and hands thrashed against leather cuffs. I walked to her side and, as quickly but gently as I could, pulled the duct tape off of her mouth and withdrew a pair of red lacy panties out of her mouth, soaked entirely through with saliva. As soon as I had them out of her mouth she started.\n\n\"Oh, mysterious strange, are you going to take me next? Please please pleeeease?\"\n\n\"I...what? Are you okay?\"\n\n\"Please, I've been such a bad girl, I need you to punish me.\"\n\n\"Okaaaay. Let me get you out of these straps and I'll see if I can't find out what that crazy bastard did to you.\"\n\n\"Oh, these?\"she said, pulling both her arms up as far as the leather bindings would allow. \"You don't have to take these off, if you like them.\"\n\n\"I think I'd better.\"I replied, genuinely concerned for her mental health. I'd heard of Stockholm syndrome before, but this was a whole other level.\n\nOnce I untied her, I helped her to sit up and gave her a bottle of water and a sandwich from my utility pack. She ate and drank hungrily while I walked back over to the computer.\n\n\"It's going to be alright,\"I said, trying to sound comforting. \"I'm just going to try to figure out what he did.\"\n\nI woke the computer up and was met with a password prompt. I swept through some debris on the desk and found a faded yellow sticky note with the words \"DrTwistedick6969\"written on it, which did the trick. On his desktop was a folder labeled \"Experiment Log - Sandra.\"I opened it and found a long list of videos. I played the first one and it showed Doctor Twisted shambling around his lab, muttering to himself and scribbling things down as he adjusted beakers and needles. It ended abruptly and closed itself. I scrolled down through the videos, hundreds and hundreds of them, until I came to the most recent at the bottom, which was labeled for earlier today.\n\nI heard the woman shifting around on the table next to me as I opened the last video. Doctor Twisted, looking exactly like he was outside this room, sans puncture wound to the heart, was front and center and clearly agitated, seemingly resuming a conversation he'd been having with himself before starting to record.\n\n\"...and that do-gooder Crackshot is on the way. I'll just finish this last injection, deal with him, and come back to you, my dear.\"He said, moving out of the way of the camera and revealing the blonde woman sitting on the exam table, her ankles crossed and swaying, and her hands held neatly in her lap. Her face, though, was clearly groggy, as if she was hypnotized or heavily sedated.\n\n\"Here here,\"Twisted said, drawing close to her and guiding her to lay down. \"Let me just get you nice and secure here,\"he closed the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, \"and give you your last shot. This should make you feel much better.\"He drew a syringe filled with a practically glowing radioactive green chemical in it, jabbed it into her thigh, and pushed the plunger all the way in. Immediately I could see the change in the woman, who moaned as if he'd just run his tongue along her clit.\n\n\"Hush now, my dear. Crackshot,\"he growled before collecting himself again, \"might hear you and-\"he stopped, surprised. \"Are those your panties? When did you? Oh never mind.\"he plucked them up off the table next to her, already appearing suspiciously wet, held her nose until she opened her mouth to breathe, and shoved them in before quickly duct taping over her lips.\n\n\"Now, as I was saying,\"he said, standing and resuming his monologuing voice. That's when I felt a gentle \\tap tap tap\\ on my groin. Surprised I rolled back and looked below the desk to find the blonde girl - a quick glance over to the now empty table confirmed it was the same one - poking at my groin and licking her lips. I started to try to help her up, but instead she began to scramble, pulling my belt open and beginning to yank my pants down. I tried to resist, I honestly did, but she was working so frantically at it that I was afraid I would hurt her. The whole time Doctor Twisted was still monologuing in the background.\n\n\"After this last treatment sets in, not only will you be addicted to cum, you will be completely unable to live without it! It will be the perfect gift to myself for defeating another misguided hero.\"\n\nWell. Shit.\n\nAnd holy shit. I felt warmth and wet silk engulf my cock, now quickly stiffening up to full attention in her mouth.\n\n\"S-Sandra!\"I said, writhing in unexpected pleasure.\n\n\"Mmmmm...cockhhh\"she muttered around more than a mouthful.\n\nDoctor Twisted's words played in my head again as they finally sunk in. She can't live without it. She needs cum.\n\nWell, I guess I got to be a hero twice today.\n\nI grabbed her head in both hands and felt her slacken her neck in response. I began to plunge her up and down my shaft as she made \"gluk gluk gluk\"sounds each time I pressed her down. She pulled her hands up and began working my shaft each time I pushed her head back and freed some inches from her mouth. I could feel I was just about to cum and pushed her head down until her nose was jammed into my groin and my cock was sheathed several inches into her throat. I held her there as I shot rope after rope straight into her stomach. Probably a whole hell of a lot of it, too, since it had been a very long while since my job left me time to go on a date.\n\nI nearly blacked out but held on until I finished completely, then opened my eyes and saw that she was rubbing furiously at her clit with one hand and pulling roughly on a nipple with the other. I slowly pulled myself out of her face until finally coming free with the gentle \\pop\\ of suction breaking from her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut and began to shudder, mouth still open in a perfect O, and twisted her nipple fiercely. After a moment she stilled and opened her cool blue eyes, looking into mine.\n\n\"I...I actually need it in my ass.\"\n\nWell, looks like I get to be a hero three times today.\n\n\\-----\n\nCheck out my new story on Vella!: [https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B0BJXV4MRP](https://www.amazon.com/kindle-vella/story/B0BJXV4MRP)" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Being the janitor at a remote all-girls Christian college was in many ways a crappy job, but being the only man for miles around had its perks." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Boxers or no boxers?\"I asked quietly, carefully stepping out of my pants and pulling my shirt off over my head.\n\n\"Um...\"came Amber's soft, sweet voice. \"No boxers,\"she giggled.\n\n\"Shh,\"I whispered, chuckling. I slipped out of my boxers, the chill night air enveloping my hot, sweaty balls. Even though I'd been doing it for a couple of months, I still got nervous every time. I slid under her covers, the coarse, cheap sheets barely containing the warmth of her petite, trembling body. I felt her cool fingers reaching for my chest before I'd even settled in.\n\n\"Oh goodness,\"she breathed, immediately snuggling in closer. \"This feels amazing! Thank you!\"\n\n\"Well,\"I said, smiling. \"It was your turn. Do you want to be big spoon or little spoon?\"\n\n\"Oh definitely little spoon!\"she nearly squealed, bouncing noisily in the bed as she repositioned and scooted back into my hips. Her cool ass cheeks pressed into me softly while her broad, smooth back nestled into my warm, harry chest. I had stealthily tucked an arm under her pillow and now I draped my other arm over her and felt her take my hand, pulling it in closer to her body, letting her own arm rest on top of mine to clamp me in place against her ribs.\n\nBack when I accepted the janitorial job I had no idea I would be the only man working at the college. But the bigger surprise had come on the very first night when there had been a knock at my door. Several girls had snuck to my room requesting that I come and sleep with them. Most of them were so innocent though that all they really wanted was to cuddle. And for me, that was just fine. So on that first night I had put a girl in charge of establishing a rotation for anyone who wanted to sleep with me, and I had never slept in my own bed since.\n\nAmber hummed softly, wiggling closer to me, our combined body heat pulling a bit of sweat into the tight space between our bodies. I could feel dribbles of cold precum on my thigh while she bent her knees and brought her cold toes into contact with my hot feet. I pressed my feet into hers, feeling the pads of her toes pawing at the top of my own toes. I flexed my arm, squeezing her in closer to my body and felt her let out a long, happy sigh.\n\nAs often happened when cuddling these sweet, innocent college girls, I felt my cock slowly filling with blood, gradually growing stiff at the mere thought of sharing a bed with them. As it got firmer it traveled up between her legs, pressing the broad side of the shaft up against her pussy. She wriggled deeper into my thighs, letting me fully cradle her plump, round ass. She parted her legs and let the erection nestle into her slit, coddled like a hotdog in a bun, then she closed her thighs and held me there. My balls ached for more, but my heart was borderline euphoric. I tightened my grip on her and held her close, burying my face in her soft, silky hair. I let my breathing run steady and felt her hand loosen its grip on mine as we both began to drift off to sleep.\n\nI ran through the names of the girls I had cuddled with overnight, more than sixty already. Last night Talia had giggled when she felt my cock against her leg. The night before, Shelly had reached between her legs and touched it, shivering with nervous excitement. I knew eventually one of them would let their curiosity overpower her willpower, but until then I had fallen in love with my job as the cuddle man.\n\nJust before I fell asleep I kissed Amber on the back of the head and heard her sigh, her ribs expanding and contracting in a slow, regular rhythm. My hot cock remained pinched between her thighs but it had gone soft, just like my warm, happy heart." } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "Sitting on your desk is a padded envelop with no return address. As you sit down, you open to find nothing but a pair of black lace panties and a note that says \"I turned 18 this morning, and I'm all yours.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I looked up from the black panties in my right hand and the note in my left. puzzled, I flipped over the note, hoping for a phone number, email, or some other clue or way to get in contact. I search inside the envelope, nothing. \n\n\"Honey?\"I yell down to the kitchen. My wife, a 5'10'' former gymnast takes a break from cooking dinner and pokes her head through the door between the kitchen and my office.\n\n\"Yes?\"She replies. \n\n\"Very Funny. but April Fools was yesterday.\"I say with a chuckle. Her curiosity piqued, she steps towards my desk until she is standing behind me and her attention focuses on the panties and the note in my hands.\n\nAfter she reads the notes, her eyes focus on me as she surveys my face as if seeing it for the first time. \"Oooh, someone's got an admirer.\"she says, coyly. \"I bet it's your new intern. Or maybe it's the baby sitter. She's always had a crush on you.\"\n\n\"What are you talking about?\"I ask. \"I know you wrote this. It's in your handwriting!\"\n\nShe looked over the handwriting: a dainty, soft yet professional handwriting which, she admitted to herself, did quite resemble her own. \n\n\"You're right.\"She says \"It does look like my handwriting. But I didn't write it.\"she began walking back into the kitchen, and looking over her shoulder, seductively at me said: \"but whoever did write it sounds like alot of fun. Can I join?\"Before I could answer she was back in the kitchen. I stood up in preparation to walk and continue the conversation, when suddenly I heard a 'ding!' notification on my phone. It was from an unknown number and said \"Hi John, it's me. Britney. Did you like my package? I hope your wife didn't find it first!\"I tried thinking of all the Britneys I knew but couldn't think of any. \n\n\"Yes I did. I'm very flattered, but my wife saw your panties. Not to be rude, but how do I know you?\"I texted back.\n\nA few moments later, 'Ding!': \"oh John. You may not remember me, but I've been in love with you for the past few years, since I first took the job at Starbucks. Making your coffee every morning taught me alot about you.\"\n\n\"How did you get my number? My address?\"I replied.\n\n\"John, what's with the hostility. I thought you'd be eager to take my tight, virgin pussy.\"Suddenly a second message began loading, it was Britney, with a starbucks apron and nothing else. The thin green apron could barely contain two large, perfectly shaped naked breasts. A third message rapidly followed. \"So when do you want to meet?\"\n\nTo Be Continued" } ]
[ { "from": "human", "value": "The government now mandates that all civilians must immediately pleasure themselves when aroused. Describe a few awkward situations caused by this." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "[Edit: Feedback is always welcome and appreciated for any of my posts.]\n\nIt feels strange to say it, but Lia is starting to wish she was a little less attractive. The new law is making it very hard for her to go about her daily life and get what she needs from other people. Yet her breasts are a pleasing 34DD, her hair is smooth and shiny, her complexion flawless, and it seems she can't run a single errand without someone interrupting the scenario to satisfy themselves.\n\nJust yesterday, for example, she was at the dermatologist to see about the moles on her back. She had waited two months for the appointment, and it was at a very inconvenient time. Just get it over with! But the doctor walked in and took one look at her and she knew it was over. Even with her sitting there in that stupid gown. She hadn't even lifted it off her shoulders to expose the moles yet!\n\nThe doctor started talking to her, sitting at the computer and posing the usual questions about her medical history, but he kept looking at her. And after two or three minutes he cut himself off, said, \"Excuse me,\"unzipped his pants, and whipped out his cock. It was already half-hard, and once she looked at it in shock (should she really have been so surprised?) it extended to full mast in no time. It took him only a couple of minutes while he gazed at her, and she almost laughed at the professionalism as he grabbed paper towels to cum neatly into, then thoroughly washed his hands afterwards.\n\n\"Alright then, where were we?\"he said, acting like nothing was wrong. \"Shall I take a look?\"\n\n\"Um, I don't know. Um, maybe I should just go,\"Lia said, uncomfortable.\n\n\"Honey, it'll take you months to get another appointment. What's wrong? You're a beautiful girl, I can't help myself. Just let me take a quick look and it'll take no time.\"\n\nLia realized she was trapped. This would probably happen no matter what doctor she was with. So she lowered the gown to expose her upper back. The doctor came over with the little eyepiece to look at the moles. Then she heard a groan from behind her.\n\n\"Sorry...er, excuse me again...\"he put down the eyepiece and unzipped once again.\n\n\"Jesus Christ! Can't you control yourself for 30 seconds to examine me?!\"Lia pulled up the gown angrily and got off the table.\n\n\"I mean, I could in theory, yes, but...it's the law, I'm not supposed to delay!\"the doctor said, and Lia felt like he was pretending to be helpless but actually enjoying himself more than he wanted to admit.\n\nLia went to her bag and resolutely looked at her phone while he got himself off again, then told him she would reschedule so he would leave and she could put her clothes back on. She didn't know what she was going to do about finding another doctor, but she was too annoyed to think about it right then.\n\nToday she is walking down the street, and despite her growing frustration, wondering whether she should cut her hair and start wearing frumpier clothes...she can't stop thinking about the doctor's cock.\n\nShe decides to stop for coffee and wanders into a shop, still feeling dreamy and out of it. She walks up to the counter and smiles at the woman there. \n\n\"I'll have a cappuccino, please. To go.\"\n\n\"Sure...just give me one moment, please,\"the woman says, looking at her more intently now, as she shoves her hand under the stretchy waistband of her skirt and starts pleasuring herself while learning against the counter." } ]

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