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Write a story using this writing prompt: Girlfriends like to indulge in hidden bondage under their clothes while going on public dates. | [
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"content": "(no panties, bondage ((duh)) latex suiting)\n\nI had put on my ropes, putting it over my clit and the middle of my lips there, hold my boobs in place with pasties on my nipples to try and hide them. over that I put on a skirt and a loose shirt. packing a purse with the essential things and heading out for a date when I was done with everything.\n\n\"cute outfit.\" she said as she approached me from behind and softly slapping my butt, making me giggle. \"thank you, if everything goes according to plan I have a surprise for you at my place.\" \"sounds exciting, can barely wait for it, who knows what surprises await me.\" she said the last part with a seductive smile jokingly.\n\nthere were no problems so we went back to my place and when she was inside I closed the door and took off the skirt and shirt. \"oh wow, you were just wearing that under it?\" she said as she turned around. \"yeah, bondage is really fun for me.\" \"well, I kinda did something similar.\" she said as she took of her shorts and shirt. showing me she wore a bathing suit type of latex bodysuit. \"well then, what shall we do then?\" I said as I guided her to the bedroom.\n\nI wound up fully naked while she had kept the suit on through it all somehow, I was just impressed how well the night went. I made her breakfast with just a apron and we jokingly talked about the night before. \"what if I moved in with you, you live pretty large compared to me, we could indulge each other more?\" she asked while waving around a piece of her food \"yeah, that sounds great.\"\n\nher moving in went great and we had a lot of fun in the mean time with bondage dates, I eventually got curios about the latex suitings she had. \"oh it's just 3, the bathing suit one you know, the panties type with the dildo inside and a suit that binds my legs up to my waist but still lets me go to the bathroom via special tubing's inside.\" \"why not try that one on you for a bit and then I'll see if I want to wear something similar?\" \"yeah sure, hope you like carrying me around.\" we went through the night and I found it amazing and had found a suit that went to the shoulders which I bought for myself with the same premise as hers but with the arms too, I also got a wheelchair to use for either of us when we decide to wear the binding ones.\n\n(hope you like it, turned into more of a novel length for my usual writing but still)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "So your limbs just... Detach and... attach wherever you want?" "Well if you say it like THAT, it sounds weird!" | [
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"content": "\"what if one day they just don't attach anymore?\" she asked with curiosity. \"weird question but I don't think that can happen, at least it is unlikely. can you pleas give me that pen for a second.\" she gave me the marker and I put left and right on the arms and legs that were on those of my sides. \"just put them in this box when they are detached and we will go on a date that way okay? there is a wheelchair in my room.\" \n\nI had put on underwear and a dress before detaching them while sitting in the wheelchair. we went on our date that way and we tried to get my limbs back on they didn't go back on, it was a stressful hour before a friend who knows a lot about such things was able to come to my house and tell me that they couldn't be put back on again since whatever was needed to be there to get them put back on again was missing and I will likely never get them on again so I just went on with life that way"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I've been watching you both the whole time. Now, do it again." | [
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"content": "\"Like this?\" Ashley asked seductively, gently pulling her blouse down until a nipple popped out.\n\nMegan giggled. \"Oh yeah,\" she said. \"That's right. Just like that.\"\n\n\"Well,\" Ashley asked, \"what about you?\"\n\n\"Why don't you reach in and find out for yourself?\" Megan challenged.\n\nAshley smiled deviously and grabbed her friend around the waist. She quickly glanced around the empty classroom to make sure they were alone. \"You'll need to be closer,\" she said, pulling Megan in until their noses were nearly touching. Without breaking eye contact, Ashley slid her right hand up under Megan's shirt and pushed her fingers firmly along her soft, perfect skin, tracing the hump of one of her small breasts and grabbed it eagerly. \"Yup,\" she said, \"no bra. Good job, I didn't think you'd have the guts.\"\n\nMegan was giddy. She'd had a crush on her friend for a while, but wasn't sure if she was open to being intimate with her. She grinned playfully and said, \"I didn't just skip the bra today,\" she teased.\n\nAshley's eyes widened. \"Oh really?\" She leaned forward and brushed their noses together briefly as she took her left hand and slid it behind Megan to the small of her back. She tucked her fingers under her friend's waistband and slid her hand slowly down along her butt crack. \"Oh my,\" she said, smiling. It only took a small shift on her feet and a slight tilt of her head to put their lips close enough for a kiss. She let her lips hover so close to Megan's lips that a sheet of paper couldn't fit between them.\n\nThe feather touch of Ashley's velvet lips and the hot breath coming from her mouth was maddening to Megan, but she was frozen. Ashley's hand grabbed her right ass cheek hard before pulling her hips in closer. Megan gasped, and it seemed to suck Ashley's lips in to close the distance. She moved her lips sensually, rubbing dry at first but soon her salivating mouth turned their kiss wet and juicy. They both naturally extended their tongues, their jaws wide open, and began to wrestle and caress each other, a tangle of lips and tongues.\n\nAshley had been massaging Megan's breast but now she moved her right hand down to unbutton her friend's shorts. They came undone easily and she shifted her whole body in order to reach down and grab her friend's crotch, her fingers slipping up into an incredibly wet pussy. She held her like that, her friend gasping through kisses, and reached her other hand up to steady their kiss. She dug her fingers deep into her friend's thick, blond hair and held the back of her head, pulling her in excitedly. Her friend was an amazing kisser.\n\nMegan could feel how wet she was and it only turned her on more. She felt her friend's fingers penetrating deeper and deeper as she worked what felt like three fingers in and out, Ashley's palm applying pressure to her clit which combined with the thrusting motion perfectly. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep inside her. She fumbled with Ashley's shorts clumsily before realizing she wasn't wearing shorts, but a skirt. She pulled the hem of the skirt up and reached up to find that Ashley was also not wearing panties, and she was absolutely dripping wet.\n\nSoon Megan had her fingers covered in her friend's juices and Ashley moaned through their kisses as Megan rubbed her clit just right. Their kissing grew more intense as they both shuddered occasionally.\n\n\"Oh yes,\" Ashley whispered. \"I'm so close. Don't stop that, I'm going to cum.\"\n\n\"Me too,\" Megan managed, though she was probably closer than Ashly. In fact, the moment she said it she felt it beginning to spill over, a glorious lightning strike that peeled out of nowhere and caused her back to arch. Ashley kissed her neck through heavy breathing for only a moment before she too cried out in ecstasy and shook with pleasure.\n\nAshley smiled devilishly and pulled her hand up. She licked one of her fingers then reached over and put another one in her friend's mouth. \"Taste yourself, you're delicious,\" she said.\n\n\"Hmmm,\" Megan agreed, \"You too,\" and she put a finger in Ashley's mouth as well.\n\nThe sound of a chair scooting along the floor caused them both to shake and scream. Megan clawed at her shorts while Ashely quickly stooped her head and covered her face.\n\nThe professor cleared his throat. \"That was amazing, girls.\"\n\nAshley had always been attracted to Mr. Wright, and she knew he was absolutely attracted to her as well. She wore short skirts just to watch him stare at her. She went without panties just to tease him and have easier access for touching herself during his class. But she did *not* think he was watching them. She had looked! She was sure they were alone!\n\n\"Oh my god!\" Megan exclaimed, dying of embarrassment. \"How long were you there?!\"\n\n\"I've been watching you both the whole time.\" He said, unbuckling his belt. \"No, do it again.\" He smiled as he began dropping his trousers.\n\nMegan and Ashley looked at each other, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads. First Ashley grinned, then Megan shrugged, and they stepped toward each other and began to kiss as Mr. Write kicked his pants off and started walking toward them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Believe it or not, the denizens of hell can sometimes be TOO horny! And that’s how you, an incubus, got stuck in horny jail. AKA a 9-5 office job. Your forbidden from sexual acts, but your cute, ditzy, and overly stacked coworker who constantly bends over is making your prison term…hard. | [
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"content": "I was searching desperately for a distraction. The coworker at the neighboring desk just got up and I could swear she wears extremely tight clothing just to punish me. I watched the way her ass moved as she walked away, then banged my head against the desk several times trying to clear my head.\n\n*Of course* she wore those clothes to punish me though. It was *all* part of the prison experience. I had to serve for the rest of eternity in this bland office job, working 9-4 in an office with this bombshell in tight clothes, and I wasn't allowed even the slightest sexual indulgence. Several times *an hour* the temptress would drop something and bend over, showing off an extremely tempting amount of cleavage, her blouse buttons straining to keep everything inside. She was incredibly clumsy. And while it was impossible to know without violating my prison terms, I was positive she didn't wear any panties above her thigh high stockings. But the short, tight skirt she wore definitely showed the lacy band at the top of those stockings, and it made my mouth water every time she bent over with her backside in view.\n\nI was shocked when I was arrested. I was already in hell, what *in hell* could you possibly do to get arrested *in hell*? It made no sense! But apparently my sexual charms were a little too heavenly, or something like that. They sent me to \"horny jail,\" a place where demons who fuck too often get sent to cool down... for eternity.\n\nYes, I'm an incubus, but it's not like you think. I'm just a man, who is also a demon, who is extremely horny all the time. I have the sex drive of a whole troop of bonobo monkeys and I guess too much sex, even in hell, is not OK.\n\nAnyway, I couldn't find a distraction powerful enough that day. That damn cutie pie had me by the balls and the suffering was overwhelming me. If too much sex wasn't allowed, surely they had standards for what would count for too much cruel and unusual punishment, right? I had reached my limit. I needed *something*.\n\nWhen she returned I swiveled my chair and watched her sit. She appeared to be putting on a show, turning to face away from me, squeezing her thighs together, her long legs forming a tight slit that disappeared under the skin-hugging skirt just inches from where her goods should be. She lowered herself into the chair slowly, almost seductively. Was it purposeful seduction? It was too much, that was for sure.\n\nI got up and walked over to her chair. \"I couldn't help but notice,\" I started, \"that you are *incredibly* sexy.\" I said, smirking.\n\nShe looked up at me innocently and furrowed her brow. \"Are you coming on to me, sir?\" She smiled. \"You know that's not allowed. *Nothing* is allowed here. I don't even think you're allowed to talk to me!\"\n\n\"Oh babe I know, but I can't help it. It's been too long. An incubus without sex is like a fire demon without fire. Besides, you don't even look like you belong here! Is that a halo I see? Turn around, I need to check and see if you have wings!\"\n\nShe giggled. \"Stop it now, you'll get us both in trouble.\"\n\nI started to go back to my chair, but my balls were aching so bad I didn't feel like I could safely sit down. I stopped and thought a moment. Then I had an idea. \"OK,\" I started. \"You're right. But, could you at least help me check something?\"\n\nShe turned in her chair and looked at me dubiously. \"What could you possibly need me to help with?\" The tone in her voice acknowledged her ditziness.\n\n\"I dropped something under my desk and I'm to big to fit under there and get it. Could you get it for me?\" I looked at her as innocently as I could.\n\nShe sized me up, scanning me from head to toe. I was, indeed, pretty large. And with the exception of her gigantic breasts, she was fairly petite.\n\nShe sighed and rolled her eyes. \"Alright, I'll get it, but you need to keep your distance sir!\"\n\nShe got up and walked over to my desk. I made a show of avoiding looking at her, but I was totally checking her out. I was *always* checking her out. I had been craving her since I arrived. The moment she knelt down and crawled under the desk I dove to my knees behind her and pressed myself up against her backside.\n\n\"Oh!\" she yelped. \"Hey! Let me out!\" She was trying to back out, but all she accomplished was slamming her round ass against my pelvis over and over again. I was getting hard *fast*. \"Oh my!\" she cried, as she felt my erection growing. Even through my pants and her skirt, my hard cock was *definitely* something she'd be able to feel.\n\n\"I wasn't lying,\" I said. \"I really did need your help checking something.\" I reached up under her skirt for a feel.\n\nShe jumped and hit her head on the underside of my desk. \"Stop that!\" she said, firmly.\n\nI quickly pulled my hand away. \"It's fine, I got what I came for,\" I lied. \"You are, indeed, not wearing any underwear.\"\n\nShe stopped trying to back up. She went quiet.\n\nI unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. It was *so* hard. It was harder than rock hard, it was steel hard. It was *diamond* hard. It was so stiff I could barely push it away from my body to get it under her skirt. I pushed it down and let it spring up just past the skirt, slamming into her pussy.\n\nShe gasped and let out a little sigh. \"Oh...\" she started. \"I... uh...\"\n\n\"Do you want it?\" I asked, grinning and drooling.\n\n\"We really shouldn't...\" she trailed off.\n\nI grabbed my cock and teased her, letting the head barely slide up into her wet vagina. She *definitely* wanted it. She trembled.\n\n\"I..\" She was frozen, stiff as a board.\n\n\"What's the matter?\" I asked. \"Are you scared?\"\n\n\"We'll get in trouble,\" she said, quietly.\n\n\"We're in hell,\" I retorted. \"We're already in trouble.\"\n\n\"And... well...\"\n\n\"Well?\" I asked.\n\n\"I've never been with a man,\" she blurted out.\n\nI was screaming internally. How was that possible? How does someone like her make it to hell without having had sex before?\n\n\"Well with a body like yours, how in hell did you end up in hell?!\"\n\n\"Just shut up and fuck me,\" she said, reaching her hand between her legs and grabbing my cock.\n\nShe guided it toward her opening slowly and timidly. She was so wet I slid in easily, but soon discovered that she was, indeed, a virgin.\n\nThat didn't last long though. She cried out in blissful agony as she slammed herself down on my cock. I was shocked. \"Well that's one way to do it,\" I said, impressed. Then I went to town. Even with the tight stockings her thighs and ass jiggled and rippled as I pounded my fantastically stiff cock deep inside of her repeatedly. I felt insanely proud of this particular erection. Never before had I felt so much power, so much strength in my cock.\n\nI grabbed her hips and pulled her into me, trying to see if I could skewer her all the way through to her throat with my enormous boner. I rammed into her until her head was knocking against the back of the desk. After a moment of that I realized she was already dumb enough, she didn't need brain damage on top of everything else.\n\nI dragged her out from under the desk and used her body to clear my desk. I had her on her back and I ripped her stupid blouse open wide, exposing her spectacularly massive breasts. After gliding my huge cock back inside her I did a face dive between her tits, then began devouring them, sucking on her nipples and motorboating to my heart's desire. She was *loving* it. I hadn't heard a woman vocalize like her in a hundred years. She cried and wailed, moaned and shrieked, laughed and giggled, and whimpered and yelled.\n\nI was proud of myself when she came for the first time. She turned bright red and her smile glowed like a bonfire. The second time was also rewarding. She squirted all over me on the third orgasm, and by the fifth or the sixth I quit counting. She just kept cumming. It was like she had a thousand years' of orgasms pent up inside. She rode me forwards and backwards. I fucked her upside down and sideways. We used the desk, the floor, the cabinets, the wall, and I think the ceiling at one point. It may have lasted an hour or a week, I couldn't be sure. She even let me stick it in her ass.\n\nIn fact, I was balls deep in her ass, thrusting slowly, *very* close to finally cumming, my balls killing me and the erection growing sore, when I heard the big man clear his throat.\n\n\"Eh hem.\" He said.\n\nWith pure terror in my eyes, I turned to look at him standing just a few feet away. I hadn't cum. I wished I had. My boner died instantly, still in her asshole.\n\n\"What do you think you're doing?\" He asked.\n\n\"You're *really* attractive when you're angry, has anyone ever told you that?\" I said, trying to force a smile.\n\n\"Pull your pants up,\" he said, disappointed. \"I'm upgrading your sentence.\"\n\nMy coworker stood up, kissed me on the cheek, and whispered, \"thank you,\" before smiling and going to stand next to Lucifer.\n\n\"Good work,\" he told her.\n\n\"What?!?\" I exclaimed? WHAT?!?\" My eyes bounced between the two of them quickly. \"WHAT?\" was all I could manage to get out.\n\n\"Take him away,\" Satan said. Two demons I hadn't noticed stepped out from behind him, armed with pitchforks. They each grabbed me by an arm, lifted me, and started carrying me away.\n\n\"What the actual hell?\" I managed to cry out. \"That's entrapment! That's manipulative and cruel, even for you!\" The guards stopped, holding me firmly but barely at the demon lord's eye level.\n\n\"You're in hell,\" he said calmly. \"I'm the devil. I'm not sure what you expected.\" He motioned behind him with a tilt of his horned head. \"Get him out of here,\" he commanded.\n\n\"Wait! What will happen to me?\" I cried out.\n\n\"Well, you were already being punished for an eternity for too much fucking, and you broke the terms of your prison sentence. I'm not sure *exactly* what your punishment will be, but it's not going to be good for you, and I'm going to *love* it.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I have officially weaponized semen." | [
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"content": "Sakura grinned, and she entered the tea house. The half succubus half-elf ninja felt a pleasant arousal washing for her porcelain skin, her slender red spade tipped tail swishing energetically, as she ran a hand through her dark hair and cast her gaze towards the man sitting at the counter. \n\nDamien was a half incubus with a human mother, and the two have been childhood friends and rivals. She recognized his stark white hair instantly, and apparently his travels had been kind to him. He'd gone off to explore the limits of ninjutsu, and the lean muscles of his arms, exposed by his sleeveless top, seemed to indicate that he'd been keeping fit, although Sakura wondered if he had actually learned anything.\n\nShe became aware of the numerous blades and trick weapons concealed inside her large and quite overfilled brassiere, and her hand drifted towards the hidden iai blade in the bow on the back of her kimono. She thought she might tease her old friend a bit first though.\n\n\"Gotten any faster, old man?\" She teased, though he was actually just a year older than her. The fact that he came from a shorter-lived race had always been a fun way to needle him. \"Or maybe you actually discovered some kind of new 'secrets of ninjutsu' wandering around being a hobo all this time?\" She grinned at him, flashing him one of her fangs and leaving slightly forward, drawing attention to her cavernous cleavage.\n\n\"I have officially weaponized semen,\" He said, his voice low and flat, as his own dark gray tail seemed to twitch slightly. He turned around and stood up in a smooth motion, and he let his eyes trail over her body, slowly.\n\nSakura was tall and leggy, slender, but with curves and all the right places. Her bare legs and shapely thighs flashed out of her short, tiny kimono, and her tiny waist was well accentuated by the sash tied around her midriff. Her huge breasts filled out her top like a pair of jiggling melons, and the bit of fishnet that covered them seemed to accentuate their curves more than actually provide any modesty. Her bracers and finger list gloves and a multitude of weapons, and her long raven hair was tied into an elaborate high ponytail. She looked positively smug, and her crimson colored eyes seemed to be sizing her old rival up.\n\nTall, lean, and muscular, Damien disguised his readiness with a casual stance, his golden eyes peering at Sakura through the bangs of his stark white hair. He had a single Ninjato visible on his belt, and his lack of other overt weaponry only convinced Sakura that he'd gotten more adept at hiding his gear.\n\n\"Weaponized semen?\" Sakura asked, a slight giggle under her words. \"That sounds ridiculous.\" She tried to sound haughty, but she couldn't help licking her lips. Her succubus nature was pretty strong, to be fair...\n\n\"The combination of erotic energy and sexual prowess can synergize with martial arts quite well. I've reached a breakthrough.\" His eyes were nearly completely closed, as he spoke, His mind clearly focusing on the implications of his philosophy.\n\nSakura chuckled openly. \"You've reached some bullshit! Looks like I'll have to smack you around a little to remind you what happened last time you thought you discovered some esoteric nonsense!\"\n\nThe busty ninja was about to quick draw her blade, but she just barely noticed Damien's hand pass by his own hip, a bulge briefly visible at his crotch.\n\nHe shrugged and turned halfway away from her. \"You're already pregnant.\"\n\n\"What?\" Sakura asked, feeling a strange heat pass over her skin.\n\nJust an instant later, she suddenly shrieked, as a mind-blowing orgasm seemed to explode through her body all at once. Her whole body shook, her breasts, thighs, and ass jiggling, as a wave of unseen molestation seemed to ripple through her. Suddenly, her breasts seemed to swell bigger, expanding like rising bread dough. Her top suddenly got tighter, and her boobs were squeezing against each other, threatening to spill out, thin blue veins suddenly visible beneath her pale skin. Her breasts swelled a second time, seeming to become tight with milk. Her hips suddenly grew wider, drawing up her skirt, even as her thighs thickened a bit. Finally, she found The sash at her waist growing tighter too, as her slim tummy swelled just slightly round. In shock, the succubus ninja clutched at her expanded breasts with one arm and placed her hand on her belly, feeling the small round dome of her new pregnancy. Her clit was still throbbing in orgasm, and her body felt hot and needy.\n\nHer eyes went wide in shock... and *arousal*. A smile crept across her lips, as she slowly rubbed her slightly rounded tummy, feeling all the hotter with every moment. She grinned openly at Damien, and she nodded her head in a gesture of unrestrained respect. \"Hmph... All right. Looks like you got me. Pretty good too. Maybe you do have something worth learning...\"\n\nDamien smiled back at her, a small hint of smugness on his face. He couldn't help but take some satisfaction at seeing his rival, who had always bested him before, impregnated instantly by his well-honed technique and obviously horny despite herself. As he watched her feel her own round new tummy, he couldn't help but feel his own arousal surge a bit. His tail wagged a little, despite his efforts to display calm. \"Perhaps you could be a worthy student, if you've gotten any smarter since last time we met...\"\n\nHer hand still on her small new baby bump, Sakura giggled, but before she could express her intrigue at the idea, the two of them were rudely interrupted..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a magic mishap, Her body is now capable of completing a pregnancy in 9 days rather than 9 months, a fact of which she is unaware... | [
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"content": "I tried to use regeneration spell on myself with nothing that needed regenerating but instead of it dissipating as I thought it would it had taking affect but I didn't know what happened. so I just went on with my next project: generating a slime as though it was my bodies own product.\n\nafter doing it I felt a little bloated a few hours later and 4 days later I confirmed that it was now supposedly at 4 months but I knew it was 4 days, 5 days later I birthed it and had fun with the fast pregnancies and various slime species. (might not be exactly what you wanted but close enough I think)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her roommate decided to prank her by giving all their guy friends onaholes that were actually portals to her pussy... | [
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"content": "\"Hey John I know your birthday isnt for another two weeks, but ive been giving all my male friends an onahole thats modeled after either my pussy or Selina's pussy. You and I wont know which one until you use it. I did some magic on it. So uh happy early birthday.\" Meredith says sensuously before handing John the last onahole in a box which had been specially wrapped for him, it also came with a bottle of fluid that john looked at inquisitively. \n\n\"Thanks I guess but whats in this bottle of fluid and whats it for?\" John replies confusion apparent in his face as he tries to figure out whether this is a test or a prank.\n\n\"Oh its just Selina and my squirt together mixed with some aphrodiasiac, completely safe to ingest or use as lube. Same effect either way, so if you were curious about how either of our pussies tasted there you go.\" Meredith says her excitement just barely contained after all the only onahole that was modeled after Meredith's pussy was given to her crush and best friend Daniel who she made promise that he would use it only in the evening, this was to keep her out of embarrassing situations *of course*, \"Oh and by the way I made everyone promise to use theirs at 8 pm tonight, ill know if you don't so do you promise to do that? after that I don't care when you use it\"\n\n\"uhm ok, yeah ill do that a little strict on the time but thats ok I don't have anything to do tonight.\" John replies clearly aroused but not wanting to use the onahole until 8 like he promised. \n\nThis was going to be a fun prank and best part was that she was going to get a free fuck from Danny. Oh thats the prank the onaholes aren't modeled after pussies they are portals to the pussy available for use at all times and the best part... Selina doesnt even know about it, oh she is going to get the stuffing of a lifetime. this prank of course is revenge for the potion that Selina made that she snuck into every woman's drink at their last party that made them unbearably horny and also permanently gain 3 cup sizes, which wouldn't have been so bad if all the women in the didn't already have at least F cup breasts.\n\n*Later just before 7:30 when Selina and Meredith are hanging out in Meredith's room*\n\n\"I still don't know why you havent gotten back at me for that prank I pulled at that party Meri, are you just to pussy to do it?\" Selina questions using her creepily sexy condescending voice fit for a succubus ,if they were real, making Meredith roll her eyes.\n\n\"No I'm not I just havent put my plan into action yet still waiting for some things to come in, after all you don't want me to clap back with a half assed prank do you?\" Meredith responds smoothing her fiery red hair and smirking before saying \" Oh its 7:30 lets start our movie, what do you think about watching Tokyo gore police?\" \n\n\"Sure lets watch it ive wanted to see it for a while now.\" Selina excitedly replies, she always loves to see new movies so when she get a chance she jumps at it.\n\n\"Okay let start it then.\" Meredith chuckled which to Selina looked like amusement at her friends excitement to watch a new movie but was really excitement about a perfectly laid trap about to be walked right into.\n\n*31 minutes later\"\n\n\"man this movie sure is violent isnt it\" Meredith questions Selina before looking over at her friend who is currently trying to hold in a moan as all the guys are using their onaholes at this time a part from Danny of course who wasnt going to use his until later tonight as he had work not that it would've changed anything considering Daniel never masturbated before 9:30 due to his OCD.\n\n\"uhuhm ye-eah it i-is UHG!\" Selina manages to moan out as an orgasm is ripped out of her from all the penetration happening at once\n\n\"Hahaha do you like this or something is it turning you on? or have you figured out my prank yet?\" Meredith cackles mercilessly as she handcuffs Selina to the bed and turns up the volume of the tv before casting a hex that makes Selina able to see the movie no matter what she does. She then gets up and leaves the bedroom as Selina starts another orgasm this time squirting. \"ill see you in about and hour hon and for every orgasm you have each one of our friends get to fuck you in person instead of through a portal, oh and remember I'll know as I set up a hex in here that puts the number of orgasm youve had as tallies on your thighs so don't try to lie to me I'll know any ways. Also I'll be recording in here so if you don't listen to everything I say from now on our friends will get to see you getting off to a violent movie, imagine what they'll think of you then.\"\n\n\"Yo-You BI-AHHH-BITCH I'LL GET YOU FOR THISSSS\" Selina screams as two more orgasms rip through her.\n\n\"No, no you wont, unless you want that recording out in the open.\" Meredith chuckles relishing in her new dominance over her friend before shutting the door and beginning the recording as several more orgasms are heard and seen on the camera before meri is down the hall humming contentedly.\n\n*3 Hours later*\n\n\"I'm back slut did you have fun?\" Meredith asks fresh from her own orgasms from Dannie's use of his onahole at 10 pm. \"Oh and I almost forgot ,Just kidding no I didnt, how many orgasms did you have?\"\n\n\"27 meri 27\" Selina mumbles out of breath.\n\n\"What was that? I couldnt hear you speak up and call me mistress\" Meredith scolds coldly.\n\n\"27 *Mistress*\" Selina says more clearly with malice in her voice.\n\n\"Oh we have a bit of an attitude do we, well we'll just have to fix that wont we\" Meredith says as she flicks Selina clitoris causing another orgasm to crop up and die just before coming to fruition due to the heightened sensitivity the soaked woman is sporting after a long three hours. \"If you orgasm before I tell you to we will add those orgasms to the total is that understood *slut*?\" Meredith warns as she start to play with Selina's pussy.\n\n\"Yes Ma'am mistress I will listen to- uhng you\" Selina say through an orgasm.\n\n\"Very well and ope thats one.\" Meredith says before continuing to play with Selina's pussy in a multitude of ways over the next couple of hours each bringing out several before finally getting into the 69 position and telling Selina\" You are only allowed to cum once you get me off and drink my fluids.\"\n\n\"Yes mistress\" Selina replies defeated before getting Meri off before she orgasms again.\n\n\"Oh and that was 15 orgasms we are adding which is in total 42, you have a long week ahead of you babe.\" Meredith teases.\n\n\"Yes Mistress\" Selina replies before passing out"
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"content": "\"Come on guys,\" Brett laughed nervously, wishing he could disappear. \"No, I don't have any use for these.\" He was *extremely* embarrassed. They had dragged him into a store that just popped up recently. He had a weird feeling about it before they even went inside. It just felt *naughty*. Brett was a good kid. His parents were proud of him, he studied hard at college, and girls were generally happy to ignore him. He was lanky, nerdy, quiet, and *definitely* not the kind of guy who needed kinky sex dice.\n\nHis friends all laughed. There was his best friend Pete, Pete's girlfriend Mary, and Mary's friend Amanda. Amanda and Brett got along fine, but they wouldn't know each other if it weren't for Pete and Mary dating.\n\nBrett eyed the woman at the shop nervously. She was *extremely* hot. She couldn't have been a day over 19 and she was *obviously* flirting with Brett to get the sale. She took Brett's hand and opened his fingers, dropping the dice in his sweaty palm. She closed his fingers around the dice, which were icy in his hot fist, and smiled at him. \"Trust me,\" she said. \"You *definitely* want these dice.\"\n\n*Anything to get out of this uncomfortable situation faster*, he decided. \"Fine,\" he relented. His friends cheered and laughed as the clerk dragged him to the checkout counter. She winked at him while she rang him up.\n\nBefore she dropped them smoothly into the bag, she eyed him mischievously and said, \"let me show you how to use them.\" She rolled the dice. One said, \"Nibble\" and the other said \"Dick.\" She looked up at him with the eyes of a seductress. \"Nice,\" she said. \"That should be fun.\"\n\nBrett began sweating profusely. She handed him the bag and said, \"Enjoy your new dice.\"\n\n\"You too,\" he stammered. *Crap* he thought to himself. *Real smooth*.\n\nThey went back to Brett’s room that evening.\n\n\"Take out the dice!\" Pete urged Brett. \"Let's see them!\"\n\nBrett handed them to Pete who tossed them on Brett's table. \"Suck\" and \"Nipple\" came up. \"Ha ha, sweet!\" he said. \"I'd sure love to do that right now,\" he laughed, looking at Mary. She blushed.\n\n\"Let's see what you get,\" Amanda said, scooping up the dice and handing them to Brett. They tingled in his hand and he looked at her suspiciously before rolling the dice. \"Lick\" and \"Pussy\" were the result.\n\n\"Have you ever licked a pussy before Brett?\" Mary teased. Brett's stomach churned. He hadn't, and he didn't like this game.\n\n\"Guys, can we just watch a movie?\" he urged.\n\nThey started a movie, but Brett couldn't pay attention. The words \"Lick\" and \"Pussy\" were consuming his every thought. He also kept seeing the way that cashier had winked at him, and the words that came up when she rolled the dice: \"Nibble\" and \"Dick.\"\n\nLess than thirty minutes into the movie there was a knock at his door. Brett nearly fell over when he answered the door and saw the cute cashier standing there smiling.\n\n\"What? How?\" he stuttered, sounding far more terrified than he wanted to.\n\nThe girl laughed. \"I'm here to make good on the dice,\" she said, slyly. \"You see, those dice are magic. When they change hands between two people who are experiencing sexual tension, a bond is formed. And when they are rolled, whatever they say is destined to come true between them.\" She stepped forward and reached down to undo Brett's belt buckle.\n\nHe looked back nervously at his friends. Pete was already sucking on Mary's nipples, even though they didn't exchange the dice. *He must have just been inspired by the dice*, Brett concluded. Amanda was sitting on the floor by the couch looking over at Brett and the cashier with hungry eyes. The girl already had his belt undone and was unzipping his pants. Before he knew it his pants were down. He tripped and fell onto his ass and the girl laughed. She pulled down his underwear and when her gentle, cool fingers touched his dick he shivered. His heart was pounding. He could feel the skin in his face going completely flush.\n\nHe tilted his head back and saw Amanda removing her clothes just as his dick was starting to get hard. The cashier was stroking him, squeezing him to get the precum to bead up. She gently kissed the tip, licking the precum away with the tip of her tongue. His cock got *HARD*. He didn't remember ever having a boner so stiff before.\n\nAmanda leaned over and pulled his face back until he was looking up and she kissed him, her lips moving slowly and sensually against his in a way that almost put him in a trance. The mix of sensations between the kissing and the stroking on his shaft made his mind turn to jelly. He felt the girl below kiss the tip of his penis, gently sucking like a mini blowjob. Then her teeth gently began nibbling at the tip, somehow making him even harder than he was before.\n\nSoon the nibbling traveled down his shaft and she was sucking on his balls, nibbling, biting, pulling. Amanda spun around and straddled him, her pussy in full view. He'd seen pictures of pussies before, but this was completely different. She got up on her knees and brought her crotch just inches from his face. He was shocked at how warm and humid it was. She got even closer. He could smell something unlike anything he'd ever smelled before. It was... intoxicating.\n\nAt first he was inclined to turn away but the scent drew him in. He *needed* to taste it. He stuck out his tongue and she inched forward, the tip of his tongue coming into contact with the folds of her inner labia. They were soft and cool, velvety and... delicious. He ran his tongue softly up the length of her slit. She pushed just a little closer and he plunged his tongue deep into the slit, this time getting a real taste of her nectar. Inside his tongue met with a lightly viscous, sweet fluid.\n\nHe became ravenous. He ran his tongue from the deep well of nectar all the way up to the top of her slit again, this time applying pressure. He felt her shudder under his tongue as he passed the part where her folds came together. He loved it. He grabbed her thighs and pulled his tongue up her pussy again, noting where the trembling occurred. He focused on just that spot, his tongue covered in her sweet fluids. He found that he could make her dance on his tongue, squirming and moaning with delight. He licked and kissed all around the area. He nibbled on her labia, he pulled gently on her pussy lips with his teeth. He dove deep inside her with his tongue, reaching as far as he could, savoring her flavors.\n\nHe hardly noticed that the clerk had switched from nibbling to full blown sucking. She was a magician with his cock, making it completely disappear down her throat, gagging and choking, covering him with mucous as it dripped from her open mouth while she gasped for breath. His body shivered and trembled as an orgasm began building, but the girl knew what she was doing. She let him cool down, firmly stroking his cock, smearing her saliva on his balls and playfully licking the tip to make him shake.\n\nAmanda began pressing herself into his face and grinding on his tongue. He held it stiff for her as she moved her clit against it. Brett couldn't see the girl attending to his cock, but he felt her climbing around, doing *something*. Soon he felt his cock sliding inside something that could only be described as a heavenly hole. It wasn't her mouth. The cool, wet lips of her face were not there. Instead he could feel a unique, sensational texture enveloping his cock, something unlike anything he'd ever experienced before. He moaned against Amanda's pussy, causing her to shudder and cry out.\n\nThe girl bounced a couple times on him, her tight pussy stroking him with so much more delightfully than any hand ever could. Then she pushed down onto him and began riding him back and forth, his cock pumping forward and backward with the movements of her hips. She let out a moan, but it was tame compared to the one that burst from his lungs. Amanda's orgasm had been building and his moan pushed her over the edge.\n\n\"I'm cumming!\" She cried out. She continued to rub hard on Brett's face but he was somewhere else. The girl riding him had transported him to heaven. He was dead. He had to be. There was no way this was real. Forward and back she grinded, his cock so deep inside, the swaying motion rubbing him just right in all the best spots. She seemed to be enjoying it too. A new sensation. Amanda had pulled his hands up and was pushing them into her perfect breasts. He took a handful with each hand and squeezed, massaging and pulling on them, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers.\n\nBrett was having the time of his life, but he had no idea what was coming next, and he was not prepared. \"Oh,\" he gasped. \"Oh my...\" The riding was intense. The girl was moaning and panting.\n\n\"I'm cumming,\" she said, \"yes, yes, YES!\" As she yelled the final \"YES\" he felt her clamp down on his cock, her whole pussy pulsing with waves of pleasure that seemed to trigger something deep inside of him. His cock erupted into a spasmic orgasm, convulsing and pumping vigorously as his load was injected deep inside of this mystery girl, each thrust from her hips seeming to pump more and more pleasure out of the orgasm. She was moaning loudly, he was vaguely aware of Pete and Mary fucking on his couch, but his brain was otherwise out of order. A pussy was grinding on his face, he had two handfuls of fun-bags, and he was still shuddering from the most incredible orgasm he had ever experienced.\n\nHe collapsed, melting into a puddle of post-orgasm delight. The girl eventually got off his cock and started licking it clean. Amanda crawled backward, lowering her hips toward his and began making out with him again, her breasts comfortably pressed into his chest, her warm pussy making his dick feel… comfy. And while they kissed he had a sudden realization.\n\nThose dice were *definitely* the best purchase he had ever made."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Behind a delicate lace mask andclutching a stolen invitation, her pulse races. The summer ball unfolds, and her daring scheme to baby-trap a wealthy lord is thrillingly on course. | [
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"content": "They say that when baby fever hits a half elf, it hits her hard. And when baby fever hits a spell thief, it hits very differently... Both had been intensely true for Celestine. It was the right time in her life for her to have a child, and there was only one way that would be thrilling enough and lucrative enough to satisfy her.\n\nThe gorgeous, caramel skinned, blonde half elf had considered a dalliance with a fellow adventuring type, but it just never felt quite right. Then she laid eyes on Lord Marcus, and her plan went into motion.\n\nFor several weeks before she met him, she had been practically steeping her body in the essence of Black Ethereal Rose, a rare and little known herbal miracle, little known outside of Elven and arcane circles anyway. She drank tea made of its flowers, and she bathed and water-infused with its sap. She even tried a salad or two made from the leaves, whenever she was feeling especially adventurous.\n\nThe plant was said, amongst the obscure areas of the intelligencia, to boost fertility, and Celestine was now a believer. Longstanding and old magic Elven herbalist trick, she shouldn't have been surprised that the effects had been so dramatic.\n\nDuring the weeks of her treating herself, she had noticed her already plump breasts getting bigger and bigger by the day. Originally just the size of large apples, they had slowly swelled and plumpened, growing heavier on her chest and fuller each time she ingested the black rose. Her now grapefruit sized breasts threatened to spill out of all of her old tops, and her new bust was so plump and flush that even she could hardly keep her eyes off of her own cleavage.\n\nAnd that was another thing. Her libido had also been surging higher and higher. She'd already set off on this endeavor out of sexual thrill, but, the aphrodisiac effects of the teas she'd been drinking was undeniable, and she felt constantly horny, even more so when she imagined herself with a swelling belly, her tummy round with child, or whatever she fantasized about the target her affection pumping his seed deep into her quim. She found herself idly stroking her breasts, her stomach, or even her womanhood throughout the day, fantasizing about sex and breeding. It was distracting! She had to masturbate at least every few hours just to keep her focus.\n\nAnd when she did touch her body, she noticed the other changes as well. Her hips had grown wider, and her long legs had grown shapelier as well. Her tummy, while still slim and flat, bore and unmistakable and eye-catching promise of fertility, and a thin layer of plumpness seemed to have overtaken her otherwise lean physique. Her entire body, already stunningly attractive, had seemed to become subtly more feminine and somehow more fertile looking. And she felt the same way! She was ready to be with child. She was ready to breed!\n\nFor one such as her, acquiring the necessary accoutrements was easy enough. She'd even had a dress tailored for the occasion. It was deep red and backless, with a cutout in the front that displayed her lovely midriff and a deep scooping halter neck that displayed her heaving breasts. Slit up the side, to display her legs as well, it certainly accentuated her body more than it provided any sense of modesty. Wearing the dress, she almost seemed more lewd than if she had been naked, yet it was gorgeously cut in a way that seemed elegant and undeniably beautiful. She glid along effortlessly in her 5-in heels, her entire body and demeanor an advertisement for sex."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: There’s been some kind of mistake. You are not the dorm’s man-whore, who will have sex for money. But are you really going to turn these girls away? | [
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"content": "For my first year of university I decided to live on campus. It was in the newest dorm. I had a small room - maybe twelve feet square. In that space I had a desk and chair, a small single bed, a mini bar fridge, a closet and a bathroom. It wasn’t much but it was mine for the year. \n\nIt was the first time I was living on my own. I felt proud and excited to be living on my own. I looked out over my tiny domain with a happiness the likes of which I have never known. \n\nIt was only the first week of school, so I was still settling into routine. Getting to know my schedule and where all my classes were. \n\nI was about to sit down and crack a book for some afternoon studying when there was a knock at my door. \n\nI opened the door up to a beautiful young lady. She was wearing a grey t-shirt and flannel pyjama pants - the unofficial uniform of dorm life. She was a bit shorter than me with shoulder length hair and subtle curves. \n\n“Hey,” I said with a smile. \n\n“You aren’t Dave,” she said disappointed. She peeked into my room looking for Dave. \n\n“Nope, I am Steve. Can I help you with something?”\n\n“This use to be Dave’s room,” she said a little distraught. \n\n“Ok,” I shrugged, “I don’t know Dave. Something I can help you with?”\n\nShe eyed me up with a predatory look. “Do you offer the - ah - same services - as Dave?” She said hesitantly. “I have twenty bucks,” she said as she waved the bill about. \n\n“I don’t know. What - services - did Dave offer?” I asked confused. \n\nA second woman walked up to my door. A little shorter than the first and much, much curvier. \n\n“You aren’t Dave,” she said. \n\n“And this guy is clueless,” the first woman said.\n\n“Easy there. That seems uncalled for. Could you just tell me what Dave does? Maybe I can help you both out. I don’t know.”\n\n“He doesn’t even know Dave?” The second woman said exasperated. \n\nTwo more women started to queue up behind the first two. \n\n“Could someone please tell me what Dave does?” I said a bit louder than I intended. \n\n“Dave helps women with - stress,” The first woman said. My blank expression must have spoke volumes because she sighed dramatically. “No attachments. No commitments. Just in and out stress relief.” I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head. “For twenty buck dave will lick a pussy. For forty a licking and a pounding. For ten he will let us suck him off. And he will cuddle and play with titties for free - because he is a bit of a boob man,” she explained. \n\nI looked at each of them in turn. They were serious. \n\n“And you each have twenty bucks?” I asked incredulously. \n\n“I have ten - but I want some cuddles and tittie play first,” the second girl said. \n\n“I have forty,” the third girl said. \n\n“I just want to watch you fuck her,” the fourth girl said pointing to the third girl. “Dave is usually ok with that.”\n\nThey all stared at me expectantly. I saw two more women get into the queue forming outside my door. \n\nOne of new women asked, “do you take payment by Square this year?”\n\n“Sorry - cash only,” I said. And with that single sentence I realize that I had just agreed to become the dorm gigilo. \n\nI opened the door wide to let the first woman in. She walked past me toward the bed. I closed the door and locked it. By time I turned back to her she had her sweat pants and panties off. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide open. She ran her fingers over her slit slowly while staring at me hungrily. \n\n“Where do you want me?” She said quietly. \n\nI knelt down between her legs. Rubbing my fingers over hers. Gently petting her bald pussy. I gave her a little kiss on either side of her slit. I started in the middle of her left thigh - slowly leaving a trail of kisses until I got to her sweet pussy. I gave it the tiniest of licks - getting a little gasp. Then I started on the middle of the other thigh and left another trail of kisses. Then a tiny lick. \n\nI took a deep breath and gave her a long, deep, slow lick - pushing into her delicate folds with my tongue. She let out a moan. I explored her foods with my tongue. Licking and kissing and sucking. Working from bottom to top - left to right. She was deliciously sweet and musky. I worked my way back up to her tiny bean and gave it a gentle flick with my tongue. \n\n“Mmmmmm, ooooh,” she moaned softly. \n\nI eased my fingers into her wet pussy. She groaned as my fingers bottomed out. I tried to tickle her g-spot as I licked her clit. \n\n“Ooooh yes, fuck yes! Just like that!” She moaned as I licked. She wove her fingers into my hair - pulling me in tight - her hips gyrating. She was panting as I licked as fast as I could. She arched her back - grinding her pussy into my face. She grabbed her breast through her shirt with one hand and pulled at the bed covers with the other. \n\n“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She yelled as her pussy clenched on my fingers. She collapsed on the bed - panting. She lounged for a few moments and then pulled on her panties and pants."
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"content": "As turbulence jolts the plane she bites her lip and clutches at the armrests. A strong, reassuring hand finds her leg. Meeting the gaze of the handsome stranger beside her, an unexpected excitement flutters through her.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" he says softly. \"Did I startle you?\" No... no.\" She forces herself to look into his eyes. He's so close. So tall, so powerful.\" Then why are you trembling? \"She blushes. \"\"I hate flying. One million parts having to do what they do right to keep us from plummeting to our screaming ends does not make me comfortable,\" she says, trembling.\n\nThe fight attendant squawked over the intercom, \"Please remain in your seats during the turbulence. The captain is doing his best to get us through this, but it looks to be a bumpy ride into La Guardia.\" Mary moaned in frustration, but the man next to her squeezed her thigh again, trying to comfort her. Her body relaxed as the plane shook. \"Thank you,\" she said gratefully. \"You're welcome.\" His smile was warm and genuine.Mary could feel herself smiling back, despite her anxiety. She calmed some, but he did not remove his hand. Little jolts of pleasure ran up her thigh from his fingers, and she couldn't stifle a moan.\n\n\"Maybe you could use a distraction from the bumpy ride?\" He asked, as if offering her a cool drink on a hot summer day. She nodded, wondering how he would distract her from the bumps. \"My name is Thomas,\" he offered. \"Thomas,\" she repeated, feeling a tingle between her legs. \"Mary,\" she replied, feeling shy suddenly. His hand slid higher on her thigh, now slightly above the hem of her skirt. She gasped softly, and wasn't sure what this man's intentions were, but she wasn't thinking of a long plunge into darkness anymore\n\n\"Relax.\" He whispered, and his fingers played on her soft skin, traveling ever so slowly, higher and higher, till he brushed against her silken panties. She gasped again, and he smiled. \"I think you need something more than a distraction.\" His thumb found her clit, and she gasped again. \"I think you need to come.\" He said, with a wicked grin. \"I think you need to come very badly.\" Mary looked around nervously, hoping no one had heard him. She bit her lip, then let out a low moan. \"No one can hear us.\"\n\nHe took one finger and hooked it into the crotch of her panties, and pulled them aside. His middle finger began to trail down across her slit, and between her folds, finding her already damp and aroused. \"Oh yes.\" She sighed. \"Yes, yes, please...\" She begged. \"Please what?\" He asked. \"Please, don't stop.\" She moaned. \"Tell me what you want.\" He said, his voice deep and sexy. \"I want you to touch me.\" He pushed two fingers inside her wet pussy, and she arched her hips, pushing against him. He grinned, and pulled his fingers out. He brought them to his mouth, licking off her juices. She watched, entranced.\n\n\"Do you like that?\" He asked, and she nodded, still lost in the moment. \"Do you want to taste yourself?\" She nodded again, and he pressed his fingers against her lips, letting her suck on them. \"Good girl.\" He whispered, and she felt his fingers return to her pussy. He slid them in deeper this time, and she moaned, arching her hips. \"Does my little slut like that?\" He asked, and she nodded. \"She likes it a lot.\" He pushed his fingers deeper, and she moaned louder, closing her eyes. \"And she wants more.\" He said, and she opened her eyes, looking into his. \"Yes, oh god yes.\" She cried. \"I want more.\" He grinned.\n\n\"You want to come all over my fingers?\" He asked, and she nodded frantically. \"Yes, yes, I do.\" She said, her breathing shallow. \"Then come for me.\" She raised her hand to her mouth, biting into the flesh to keep from screaming. His fingers sawed into her, curling up against her g-spot. She bit harder as the waves of orgasm washed over her, his fingers pulling at what seemed to be her very soul.\n\nWhen the last tremors subsided, she slumped against the seat, gasping for breath. He chuckled, and pulled her panties back into place, then tucked her skirt back into place. \"Thank you.\" She whispered. The flight attendant then stopped by, \"Would you two like a complimentary drink? The turbulence has stopped, but the airline would like to offer you something for enduring a difficult fight.\" The man smiled, \"We'd love one.\" \"Thank you,\" she said, and he handed her a glass of champagne. They toasted, and drank deeply.The plane landed without incident, and the passengers filed off."
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"content": "\"Hey... Uh... Megan? I don't like this.\" Amber was sweating. It wasn't a nervous sweat, this was a *horrified*, sweat. It was the kind of sweating people did when reality itself was betraying them. When something entirely unimaginable and impossible was *actually* happening. \"What's going on?\" she pleaded, terrified. \"Make it stop Megan. My bra is getting too tight. I do *not* like this!\"\n\nMegan made it stop. From Amber's perspective, all Megan did was release her hand. They had been holding hands, sitting across from each other at a table at the park. What Amber didn't see was that Megan removed her hand from between her legs and patted her skirt down neatly.\n\n\"What on earth was that?\" Amber was near tears with hysteria, peering down her shirt. The bra she had put on was straining to contain her breasts. Soft tissue squeezed out from behind a bra that was obviously *way* too small now.\n\nMegan smiled apologetically. \"I warned you.\"\n\n\"Sure!\" Amber shrieked. \"And I didn't *believe* you! How could I? This is *insane*!\"\n\n\"Oh Amber,\" Megan pleaded. \"You can't imagine the pressure it puts on me though. I went from flat to double Ds in *a day*. Just one day Amber. Can you even imagine?\"\n\n\"So how did you figure out how to... *deal* with it?\"\n\n\"It was a lucky accident. A girl in gym class was turned on by my large breasts and wanted to suck my nipples. It turned me on and my breasts began to shrink while hers grew.\" Megan laughed. \"She didn't even notice. The next day she came into class *extremely* proud of her new tits.\"\n\n\"So that's it? You just get turned on and you shrink while someone else grows?\"\n\n\"There has to be physical contact,\" Megan clarified. \"I have to be touching her while *something* arouses me. Just now, I was touching myself while we held hands.\"\n\nAmber adjusted her bra. It was *very* uncomfortable. \"So... Have you tried it on men?\" Amber asked, innocently.\n\nMegan laughed. \"Of course. Nothing happens. I hoped it might make my boyfriend's dick grow or something, but nope. Nothing.\"\n\n\"Bummer,\" Amber mused. \"Well what if you turn it into a service, like a business? Who knows how many women get implants every year?! You could give them naturally bigger breasts for a fraction of the cost.\"\n\n\"Trust me, I considered it, but... I don't know. I worry about what would happen if too many people knew about my... condition.\"\n\n\"True,\" Amber laughed. \"The government might want to study you or something!\" She paused and looked directly at her friend's chest. \"So... are they growing right now? I mean, is it something that you can feel happening?\"\n\nMegan pulled her neckline out and looked down her nose. \"Eh,\" she shrugged. \"I guess maybe there's a slight tingle, but I've gotten used to it. If you sit and watch them for a minute you *might* notice a little growth, but it's subtle.\"\n\nAmber adjusted her bra again. Her underwire was digging into her. \"Ugh,\" she exclaimed. \"I don't know how you deal with it.\" She reached under her shirt and behind herself to unlatch her bra. \"I'm taking it off, it's really uncomfortable.\"\n\n\"That's why I don't wear a bra anymore,\" Megan declared. \"Imagine dealing with that but every ten minutes or so.\"\n\nAmber pulled a strap out through her sleeve and hooked it around her hand, then pulled the bra off through the other sleeve. \"Ah,\" she sighed. \"Much better.\" She collapsed back in her chair, relaxing. \"So... how do you do it? How often? How do you pick your victims?\"\n\n\"It's *hard*!\" Megan cried, exasperated. \"People don't like being touched. And if their touch doesn't excite me, I have to touch myself. Doing that in public? Risky!\"\n\n\"I bet!\" her friend agreed.\n\n\"I never wear panties,\" Megan went on. \"It turns me on a little just going commando, so sometimes all I have to do is touch the other woman and it's enough. But other times I need to get myself excited, and skipping the panties helps then too.\"\n\n\"Always without a bra *and* panties? Geez girl. You're *so* naughty!\"\n\n\"My boobs are *always* growing Amber. Desperate times call for desperate measures!\"\n\n\"Has anyone ever noticed their boobs were growing and figured out it was you?\"\n\n\"Thankfully no! I've had some close calls, but I rarely transfer enough growth to be a cause for alarm. I go for many small transfers throughout the day rather than a few big ones.\"\n\nAmber shook her head. \"It's a shame you can't make money off it. Imagine how many boyfriends would pay to watch you make their girlfriend's boobs grow right in front of their eyes!\"\n\nMegan laughed. \"I hadn't thought of it that way!\"\n\nAmber mimicked a boy's eyes popping out of his head. \"You'd blow his little *mind* girl! You *have* to do that someday, just once!\"\n\nMegan was laughing, but she thought about it. After a moment she asked, \"Well, do you know anyone we could do it to now?\"\n\nAmber exploded with laughter. \"Really?\"\n\n\"Sure. Let's do it.\" Megan put a finger to her chin and pointed her eyes skyward.\n\n\"Woah,\" Amber said, calming down. \"You're serious.\"\n\n\"Yeah, doesn't that dick Aiden complain about his flat-chested girlfriend's tits being too small?\"\n\n\"Oh geez, he is *always* talking bad about her tits behind her back.\" Amber rolled her eyes.\n\n\"I say we shut him up about it.\" Megan grinned. \"What's her name again?\"\n\nAmber thought. \"Isn't it like a country? Sicily or something like that?\"\n\n\"Sicily isn't a country, dumbass.\" Megan laughed. \"But yeah, I think that's her name.\n\nThey got in Amber's car. Megan called Sicily.\n\n\"Hey,\" Megan said. \"Yeah, I was just calling because I overheard your stupid boyfriend Aiden complaining about your flat chest.\" Megan was quiet for a minute. Amber thought she heard crying.\n\n\"Is she *crying*?\" Amber whispered.\n\nMegan nodded and inhaled through her clenched teeth. \"Oh hun,\" she said. \"I'm so sorry, look, I think I can help. If you could could have bigger tits for free, without surgery, would you do it?\" Silence for a moment. \"No, seriously. I can help you, but you have to keep it a secret.\" More silence. \"Look, I know it's hard to believe. I'll be at your house in a minute, OK? Just trust me. And you *have* to keep it a secret.\" She hung up and smiled. \"She's in. She doesn't think it's going to work, but boy is she in for a surprise!\"\n\n***\n\nThe three of them went up to Sicily's room. Megan and Sicily sat on her bed, side by side, and Amber pulled up a chair to face them.\n\n\"Alright,\" Megan started. \"Here's how this is going to go. Sicily, I need you to take my hand and close your eyes. Don't open them for any reason or this won't work.\"\n\nSicily nodded, her eyes still red from crying. Amber had to admit to herself, she looked pouty and cute.\n\n\"Amber, you *monitor* things and tell me when you think she looks right. We don't want to go too big, just bit enough that Aiden will be kicking himself when she dumps him.\"\n\nSicily sniffled. \"What?\" She asked. \"When I *dump* him?\"\n\n\"Oh of course hun,\" Megan said flatly. \"You can't keep dating that a-hole. If he couldn't accept you without tits, he doesn't deserve you with them.\"\n\nSicily looked as though she suddenly understood the meaning of the universe and nodded slowly. She smiled. It was a wicked smile. \"Let's do this!\" she exclaimed. She pulled her shirt off over her head revealing a chest so flat it could have been a teenage boy's, clenched her eyes closed hard, and squeezed Megan's hand tightly.\n\nMegan spread her knees and pulled her skirt up. Amber didn't *want* to look, but she couldn't help it. She watched as her friend licked her index and middle fingers and began slowly, sensually rubbing herself on the clit.\n\n\"Hey,\" Megan said through a moan. \"Keep your eyes on her, OK?\"\n\n\"Oh, sorry,\" Amber said bashfully.\n\nShe watched in awe as Sicily began to show a little definition in her chest. The shadow of some soft lumps appeared. But her eyes were drawn back to Megan's crotch as she began inserting her fingers deep inside her pussy. Megan's eyes were closed as she focused on pleasuring herself. Amber's mouth started watering. She wondered how her friend would taste. She'd never gone down on a woman before. She glanced back at Sicily's chest. They were still tiny little lumps. There was time...\n\nShe slid off the chair onto her knees and made her way over to Megan. She pulled her friend's hand away.\n\n\"Hey...\" Megan started. \"What are you...\" but Amber's tongue had already made contact. \"Oh... Yes...\"\n\n\"Hey, guys, is it working?\" Sicily asked, her eyes still closed tightly and a huge grin on her face.\n\n\"Yes...\" Megan moaned, but she wasn't answering Sicily.\n\nAmber's tongue glided over her pussy lips, along the folds of her labia, and deep into her slit. She pressed her lips around Megan's clit and sucked, tickling her in circles around the clit with the tip of her tongue, then massaging it directly.\n\n\"Don't stop. That's it,\" she urged. The orgasm popped and spread through her body like wildfire. She convulsed in waves of pleasure that washed over her, spreading out from between her legs and consuming every last part of her.\n\nAmber pulled away smiling, juices dripping down her chin. Then, she looked over at Sicily and she gasped. She grabbed Megan's other hand and shook it. Megan looked and grabbed her mouth, her eyes wide with horror.\n\n\"Guys!\" Sicily said excitedly. \"I can feel something different about my chest. Can I look yet?\"\n\n\"Uh,\" Megan said nervously. \"Not yet.\" She couldn't stop staring at the comically oversized breasts hanging off Sicily's chest. Megan's own chest was now completely flat. She had never actually *cum* while transferring growth like that.\n\n\"Right,\" Amber said. \"Not yet. Just a few more minutes and everything will be complete.\"\n\nMegan ripped her hand away from Sicily and they both sprinted out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind them. They raced out the front door of the house and could hear Sicily's mortified screams echoing through the neighborhood. They jumped into Amber's car and sped off, dreading what would happen at school the next day."
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"content": "Knock knock knock\n\nI go and answer the door. Opening the door there is a beautiful woman standing there with a basket. She has long blonde hair a small round face with a tiny upturned nose. A casual grey t-shirt that is stretched to the breaking point to contain her massive tits. She is wearing low rise jeans - low enough to show off a tight midriff and curvaceous hips. \n\n“Hi! I am Stacy! Just wanted to welcome you to the neighbourhood,” she said handing me the basket. \n\n“Thank-you! I am Jen. Please come in,” I say stepping out of the way do she can come in. I watch her hips sway as she walks in - her three inch heels clicking as she walked across the tile floor. \n\n“You have a beautiful house, Jen,” Stacy said as she looked around. \n\n“Thank-you,” I smiled warmly. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her tits. They were so big - so round - and the rest of her was so tiny. “Could I get you something to drink? Water? Pop? Juice? White wine?”\n\n“Oh, a wine would be lovely,” she said. Her red full lips spreading into a warm smile. She leaned her hip against the kitchen island - her shirt creeping up to show even more of her tight midriff. \n\nI poured us a pair of wines. “Here you go,” I said handing her one. Her fingers gently brushing mine as she took the glass from me. \n\n“Cheers,” she said holding up the glass. We clinked glasses and we both sipped the wine. She held the wine glass tight to her chest, “oooh! That’s cold,” she squeaked. I could see her nipple pushing at her shirt. There was no way she was wearing a bra. She rubbed her shirt - trying to warm herself up. Her rubbing was making her nipple harder - making it more prominent. \n\nI couldn’t help but stare at her as she rubbed her breast. \n\n“My eyes are up here,” Stacy said with a giggle. \n\n“Oh, gawd. Sorry. I was just - just - well - I was staring at your tits. Sorry. They are - incredible,” I gushed. What am I doing? I don’t even know this lady and I am commenting on her tits. \n\nStacy giggled again. She put the wine glass down and squeezed them together. Gave them a shake. \n\n“Like them? I got them done almost a year ago. Best money I ever spent!” She said with a huge smile. \n\n“Would it be gay if I said I wanted to fondle them?” I asked, openly staring at her tits. \n\n“Maybe a little,” Stacy said with a shrug, “but does it matter?” She pulled her shirt of and dropped it to the floor. Her tits were as magnificent as I thought they would be. Big and round with small areolas and hard nipples. She ran the tips of her fingers over her tits - each finger bouncing over her nipples. “Come on - give them a touch,” she teased me. \n\nI set my wine glass down and stepped closer. I gently touched her just below her collarbone - with just the pads of my finger tips. I slowly ran my fingers down the swell of her breasts. My heart was pounding as my fingers slowly explored her chest. My fingers reached her firm areolas - there bumpy texture tickling the pads of my fingers. Her nipples were hard and firm - I flicked them gently. \n\nStacy gasped and then giggled. I palmed her tits - squishing them in my hands. So soft - so tender. I squeezed them again - squishing them together - spreading them apart. I was mesmerized by them - in a trance. \n\nI don’t know that I ever made a conscious decision to kiss her nipples - I just kinda did it. Stacy let out a little moan. She ran her hands into my hair - pulling me against her breast. \n\nI let out a little whimper. My hands found her hips. My hands ran their way down to her ass - I grabbed it hard. \n\nStacy lifted my face to hers. She gave me a little kiss. \n\n“I think we need a little more wine before we take this any further. Don’t you?” Stacy asked. She pulled me into another kiss before I had the chance to say anything."
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"content": "She always had a fantasy to feminize her hubby into a futa/sissy slut. It took a long time to convince him to try it, and even longer going through the modifications to make it permanent, but now the epitome of her fantasies are finally happening tonight! \n\nHer \"hubby\" is now her wife, wearing a dress that advertises her massive feminine assets, the only rement of her former male self is the impotent thing between her legs, and the half dozen or so bulls were showing up ready to go to town on her wife all night long and she was ready to enjoy the show!"
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"content": "\"What?\" he nearly choked on the question.\n\nShe just looked at him expectantly.\n\n\"Seriously Kat, *what*?\"\n\n\"You heard me,\" she said.\n\n\"Maybe. Let me get this straight. You want *me* to...\" He froze. He couldn't say it.\n\nShe smiled and nodded.\n\n\"Shit.\" He slapped a hand across his sweating brow. \"No! Just...\" he was grasping for words. \"No! What the actual fuck? That's... Just, I can't even...\"\n\n\"Consensually,\" she said. \"You'd have my permission.\"\n\n\"Kat, this is *serious*. It's an *extremely* serious thing to do.\"\n\n\"I told you ages ago I was into it, Kev,\" she said. \"You said it was a cool, kinky fantasy.\"\n\n\"Exactly!\" he cried, grabbing the sides of his head. \"Exactly! It's a cool *fantasy*! I didn't think you'd actually ask *me* to do it!\"\n\n\"Kev, I *trust* you. We trust *each other*. I don't think I could ever play out this fantasy with anyone else. It *has* to be you!\"\n\n\"OK, Kat, let's say I do it. But then you're talking about me *knocking you up*.\"\n\nShe laughed nervously. \"Yeah...\"\n\n\"Kat, we're friends. If I get you knocked up we'll have to... I...\"\n\n\"Kev, I won't make you *marry* me, if that's what you're worried about.\"\n\nHe put his hand on the back of his head and slid it hard down his neck. \"That's not...\" he trailed off.\n\nHer eyes got wide. \"Kev...\" she started. \"Would you actually *want* to...\"\n\nHe turned to look at her with all the majesty and bravery of a deer in headlights. \"That's the thing Kat, I don't *know*! But... I...\"\n\n\"What?\"\n\nHe gave a weak smile. \"I guess I've *thought* about it.\"\n\nThey were both silent for a bit. Kevin flopped down on the bed by her side. She reached over, put a hand on his, and looked into his eyes, and she said, \"Kev. You're my best friend. I'm serious about this. I'm *dying* for it. I'm going to leave my window unlocked tonight. I want you to break in wearing a ski mask and I want you to overpower me, tie my to my bed, and fuck my brains out. I want you to cum deep inside of me and breed me like a little whore.\"\n\n\"GEEZ KAT!\" He threw his hands up and collapsed back onto her bed. She laughed and fell back as well, then turned onto her side and got close. *Really* close.\n\nShe put a hand on his chest and looked up at him. \"Please Kev?\" He strained to look down at her, silent. \"*Please*?\" she begged.\n\nHe searched her eyes. \"You're *sure* this is what you want? *All* of it?\"\n\nShe nodded vigorously, smiling.\n\nHe dropped his head back down and sighed heavily. \"Geez.\"\n\nShe scooted up a little more and got up on her elbow, really leaning into him, her small but perky breasts pressed against his ribcage. She moved her hand up to his cheek and turned him to face her again. \"Kev.\" She said. \"I'm begging you. It's *totally* consensual. But I'm not going to force you to do it. If you don't want to...\"\n\nHe nearly choked, letting out a loud laugh. \"Oh Kat, I *want* to! I just have *a lot* of feelings about it!\"\n\nShe squealed with delight. \"You *want* to?\" she exclaimed.\n\nHe smiled. \"Yeah,\" he admitted.\n\nShe thrust herself up toward his face and planted a huge kiss on his cheek. But she lingered close to his face, and soon their lips were touching softly, caressing each other sensually as their hot breath tickled the tiny hairs on their faces. They began to make out, passionately exploring each other's mouths with their tongues, grappling for purchase with their lips as though consuming each other. He began fondling her breasts as she reached down and slid her hand into his pants. But she stopped short and pulled away quickly.\n\n\"No,\" she said sternly. \"I want you to save all of that for tonight.\" She smiled. He rolled his eyes, but he had to admit, he was excited.\n\nThey hung out in her room another hour talking through his complicated feelings about actually performing her fantasies. They decided to cross the baby bridge when and if they got there, but they decided they were both open to doing whatever felt most right, even if it meant marriage. Sure, they were only 18, but that was old enough to marry.\n\nThey hugged goodbye and Kat immediately went to her window to make sure it was unlocked. To remove any doubt, she lifted it an inch to make sure it was not going to stick from the outside. She set aside some sexy underwear to sleep in, and made sure to wear some old, worn pajamas that he could rip open if he wanted to.\n\nKevin went home and prepared a backpack with some rope. He grabbed his old ski mask and shook it. Dust came out. He still had a couple hours, so he threw it in the wash with a load of clothes. He imagined how it would go, pictured himself climbing in through the window, and went lightheaded as he thought about tying up his best friend. He had been slowly falling in love with her since the 6th grade, and when she had shared these kinks with him it had *definitely* turned him on. He always hoped she'd ask, but the strong wording and shock of it had caught him off guard. He was aware that consensual non-consent was a kink, he just had never heard of anyone actually going *through* with it in real life. To Kevin, that was the kind of thing they did in pornos, not in real life.\n\nEventually, he pulled the ski mask out of the dryer and checked his bag to make sure he had everything. He wore a black turtleneck, black pants, black shoes, black gloves, and no underwear. He had rope and a gag Kat had given him to use on her, and he was as ready as he was going to be. Right at midnight he left his house and drove the short distance to her place.\n\nHe didn't need a flashlight. He had helped her trim the bushes and grass around her house many times. He quietly lifted the window, which she had left open an inch for him, and climbed inside, pulling it shut behind him.\n\nKat was *definitely* fast asleep. She wasn’t snoring, but he could tell. She had fallen asleep leaning against him a few times. He knew how she breathed when she was asleep, and he knew when she was faking it.\n\nShe was on her side, almost in a fetal position under the blankets. He quietly secured rope to the four bedposts and put slipknots in the ends of each one, estimating the length it would take to secure her limbs and keep her from being able to struggle too much.\n\nHe paced around in the dimly lit bedroom admiring his preparations and getting himself psyched up for what would come next. Finally, he quickly ripped her blanket off the bed and threw himself on her, pulling her wrists up over her head and holding her legs down with his knees.\n\nKat screamed something awful and fought against his grip with surprising strength. He wrestled a wrist through one of his knots and pulled it tight, giving him far more strength for the rest of the job. He got the other wrist secured quickly then moved down to her strong legs. She kicked and writhed as he wrestled a foot through one of the rope loops. Finally he pulled the rope tight. One more leg to go. She fought fiercely but with all of his weight on her leg he finished tying her up in no time. Quickly he pulled the ballgag from his bag and put it around her head as she thrashed and twisted, her hair wrapping itself around her face.\n\nOnce he had the gag secured in her mouth and tightened in place, he couldn’t help himself. He gingerly pulled her hair out of her mouth and brushed it behind her head.\n\n*Ugh*, he thought to himself. *I’m too in love with her to mistreat her.* He was going to have to do his best to forget that it was his best friend Kat. He took off his ski mask and pulled it onto her head backwards so he couldn’t see her face.\n\nHe straddled her and remembered her saying he could destroy the clothes she was wearing. So he gripped the fabric of her shirt hard and tore it open revealing her perfect breasts. He had never seen them before. He stared at them for a while. He removed his gloves and grabbed them, squeezing them, feeling them in his fingers, her hard nipples cool against his palms. He leaned over and sucked on one of her nipples, then bit it playfully hard. She screamed through the gag.\n\nBut it was time to get down to business. He didn’t come to caress her and fondle her, he came to pump her full of cum. He realized he should have tied her face down. He untied the ropes on one side of the bed and folded her over, tying them to the other posts, then untied the other leg and hand and pulled the ropes under her, flipping her and securing her again. She struggled, but he had the advantage.\n\nHe yanked her shorts down around her knees and admired her ass as he pulled his own pants down. He was excited, his cock already hard just from the sight of her in such a compromised position. He knelt behind her and found that his cock slid easily into her tight, extremely wet pussy. She was incredibly turned on.\n\nAs he penetrated her she groaned and wrapped her fingers around the ropes securing her wrists. She was surprised at how well he filled her. They had been friends for so many years but she had never seen his dick. Now it was inside her, filling her with pleasure. He grabbed her tight around the waist and began pounding furiously against her, his hips slapping against her cheeks. She was so turned on it didn’t take long for an orgasm to begin swelling inside of her.\n\nShe came while he rammed her mercilessly. She bit down hard on the ballgag and moaned mightily into her pillow, her pussy contracting tight on Kevin’s cock. The additional pressure was all it took. He leaned against her and moaned, his cock pulsing deep inside her depositing his hot load exactly where she wanted it.\n\nLater, as he gingerly removed her ballgag she kissed him passionately before whispering, “we should do this again…. *soon*.”"
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"content": "[WP] When a gamer girl finds that some of her friends think her winning a weekend tournament between them is a foregone conclusion, she decides to spice things up by offering herself as the prize for second place...\n\n\"Chip, we've been friends since the second grade. You can tell me!\" Amy's heart was pounding. She hated it when people kept secrets from her.\n\n\"Geez Amy, we're in college now. Everyone else calls me Charlie.\" He held the back of his neck nervously.\n\n\"Chip!\" she cried. \"Come *on*! Why are so many guys dropping out of the tournament this weekend?\"\n\n\"They'll hate me if I tell you,\" he said bashfully. \"I love being friends with you, but it has been kinda nice having some guy friends too for once,\" he said sheepishly.\n\n\"Screw those guys Chip! I'm your best friend. Best friends don't keep secrets from each other!\" She was getting upset, but she was trying really hard to remain calm and kind to her friend.\n\n\"Aw geez... It's just that... they're getting tired of you winning *every single time* we hold one of these tournaments. They're saying there's no point in showing up. One of them even tossed around the idea of holding a tournament and not inviting you.\" He winced and peered at her out the corner of his eye waiting for her to blow up.\n\nShe just kept walking along the path toward her apartment. She was quiet, thinking. She knew that most of these guys had only talked to her because they thought she was hot. She enjoyed the tournaments, it kept her skills sharp and she had high hopes of becoming a professional streamer, so the practice was important to her.\n\nThe arrived outside her place.\n\n\"Are you OK?\" Charlie asked, stunned that she hadn't blown up.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm just thinking. These tournaments are important to me, you know?\"\n\n\"So, what are you going to do?\" He asked.\n\n\"I don't know,\" she said. \"I'm frustrated. I'll clear my head and see if I can figure something out.\"\n\n***\n\nThe day of the tournament arrived and Charlie half expected to be the only guy to show up. Instead he was shocked to see twice as many guys show up as he had expected. There were guys there who weren't even gamers.\n\nHe quickly found Amy standing in the hallway outside the room where the tournament would be held. She was pacing nervously. \"Hey, what's going on?\" He asked in a hushed tone. \"How did you get so many guys to show up?\"\n\nShe grinned sheepishly through a clenched jaw. \"He he,\" she started. \"You're not going to like it.\"\n\nHis eyes got wide. \"What did you do?\"\n\n\"I made second place more exciting,\" she said, laughing nervously.\n\n\"*How*?\" Charlie pressed.\n\n\"By offering a prize.\" She said it with a rising tone, as though asking a question.\n\n\"What is the prize?\" Charlie asked through a clenched jaw.\n\n\"Me...\" She covered her face. She knew Charlie had been crushing on her for a long time. That's why when she sent out the email to tell everyone about the exciting second place prize, she removed Charlie from the recipients.\n\nCharlie felt the whole world crashing down on him. He felt like he was having a panic attack. The thought of some other guy... with Amy... He couldn't handle it. He always thought of her as a friend, but deep down he knew he had feelings for her and he had been secretly grateful every time she failed in the dating scene.\n\n\"Don't be mad Chip,\" she said. \"Please? It was the only way I could think to make sure I had a good turnout!\"\n\nHe turned around and walked into the room. She called out after him but his mind was racing. He had to do something.\n\nI took in the room. There were too many of them. He couldn't fight them. He couldn't intimidate them. None of them would want to leave just because he told them to. He considered pulling the fire alarm, making a bomb threat, and even setting an actual fire.\n\nBut then the thought occurred to him... maybe he could win. He had very nearly beaten Amy a couple times, and he was known to be a decent player. At previous tournaments he'd taken third place many times, and second place a few times. He could do it again, right?\n\nHe decided he needed to win. \"No pressure,\" he said to himself.\n\nAmy came in and greeted everyone with a giddy, nervous energy. The sexual tension in the room was stifling. Soon, the tournament was under way.\n\nCharlie did well in his first round. Of course he kept an eye on the other players as well. Amy crushed everyone she went up against. Everyone who lost their round went away far more disappointed than usual. The ones who'd never participated in their tournament were quickly dispatched, and by the third round only the best of the regulars remained.\n\nBy the time the semifinal match rolled around, Charlie's heart was pounding and his palms were sweating profusely. He knew Amy would destroy her opponent, and the poor guy knew it too. He looked defeated before the match even began. The only match anyone cared about was the one between Charlie and his opponent. Whoever won that match would get to fuck Amy.\n\nThe match was intense. Charlie's heart was beating so hard against his ribcage he thought he might break a rib or two. It seemed to last *forever*, and the sweat on his fingers made him worry the controller would randomly slip from his grip if he squeezed too hard.\n\n[Continued in a child comment below.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: it’s difficult being an angel always looking for souls to save and not even receiving a thank you…until one day one man finally notices you | [
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"content": "Aria sat at the back of the Wendy's completely invisible to the world, and not just metaphorically. This was her life, to go unnoticed except in the ways and at the times that were necessary. She was a soldier in an eternal war for souls, but the battles were far less glorious than one might imagine.\n\nShe marveled at how easily souls were lost and saved. Hearts are such fragile things, and people are so fickle. She watched a mother struggling with her three young children. A baby was crying on her hip while two toddlers ran around unleashing chaos in the restaurant. Aria could tell that this woman's soul was weak. Moments like these often left people open to the adversary. Aria felt herself being called upon, like a child was tugging at her spirit. She got up and walked over to the two toddlers.\n\nThe woman with the crying baby watched as Aria knelt down and smiled at the two boys. They were instantly fascinated with her and watched in awe as she pulled a coin from their ears. The mother's heart was warmed and Aria could feel darkness leaving the woman's mind as light flooded her heart and lightened her burdens.\n\nAria faded away again. The boys didn't notice, they were too busy showing their mom the cool coins they got from the nice lady. The mother looked around for Aria, but despite standing just ten feet away from each other, they would never see each other again.\n\nThis was her life. Watch, bless, disappear. No gratitude. No warm hugs. No appreciation.\n\nIt was lonely sometimes. She could go days at a time without having a truly rewarding experience. But the work was heartwarming and she loved it.\n\nOne day Aria was walking down a rural street watching for kids running into the street and listening for disturbances where she might be able to help. Even squirrels on the sidewalk hardly noticed her and she had to step over them.\n\n\"Hey!\" a voice rang out. It wasn't directed at her. She was invisible. She kept walking.\n\nOut the corner of her eye she saw a man get up from his porch and run toward her. She looked around. There was nobody else on the street. Who was he chasing after?\n\n\"Hey,\" he said, huffing a little as he reached her.\n\nAria looked around again, confused. She looked at him and he made eye contact with her. She hadn't felt the tug at her spirit. She hadn't even noticed this man. He didn't seem like he needed her, but...\n\n*God works in mysterious ways...* she thought to herself. She decided he must need something, so she began searching his eyes as she responded, \"hey.\"\n\n\"I saw you walking and wanted to introduce myself,\" he said. \"I'm John. Did you just move in recently?\"\n\nShe wasn't sure what to say. \"Oh, no... I just like to walk through random neighborhoods sometimes. Get a better feel for the various parts of town, you know?\" She smiled.\n\n\"Huh,\" he said. \"That's novel. I think that sounds interesting.\" He looked her over. She knew she wasn't much to look at. She was, in every sense of the word, plain. She had a nice smile, kind eyes, and a completely unremarkable complexion. Her build was average, and her height was perhaps a bit below average. She was perfectly forgettable, just as every angel assigned to work among humans had to be. \"Would you want to come inside for a glass of water or something?\" He offered.\n\nShe was shocked. What did he need from her? He was handsome, seemed happy enough... his heart didn't seem heavy and his mind was sharp. This man was not at all weak spiritually, so why could he see her?\n\nCautiously, she accepted his invitation. They went inside, he grabbed her a water bottle, and they sat across from each other at his table to chat. She asked him how long he'd lived there and he answered, but then he put his hand on hers and said, \"You seem like someone who doesn't get enough appreciation for the good things you do.\"\n\nHer heart jumped, then began pounding with excitement. How could he *possibly* know that? A tear formed in her eye. Then another. Her eyes were watering profusely. \"Thank you,\" she choked out the words and took a sip of water.\n\nJohn smiled. \"Aria, you're a beautiful soul. I'm not letting you leave until you truly and deeply feel that you are loved and valued in a way you'll never forget.\"\n\nHer mind raced to understand the meaning of what he was saying. She didn't even notice him standing up and moving behind her. He grabbed her shoulders firmly and began massaging her back and neck muscles, expertly applying pressure and movement in a way that warmed her to the core and she felt a profound sense of relaxation.\n\n\"Oh wow,\" she said dreamily. \"That feels amazing.\"\n\n\"Aria, I'm just getting started. You deserve so much more.\" A moment later he said, \"Why don't you come to my bedroom. You can lie down and I'll give the rest of your body a similar treatment.\"\n\nHer heart danced and she felt short of breath. She was an angel... was this even allowed? She never gave her own self much thought. Would she be punished for indulging in some self care, some *pleasure*?\n\nShe didn't make a decision, she just let John lead her to the bedroom where she mindlessly removed her clothing and climbed into the bed on her belly, melting into the mattress. She closed her eyes and felt John's nude body straddle her as he began rubbing and massaging her entire back. She'd been to heaven before, but it didn't feel *anything* like this.\n\nBefore long she began to feel cool, wet spots appearing on the small of her back, and occasionally on her butt cheeks. Something hard bounced off one of her cheeks and she realized John had an erection. She wasn't particularly well versed in the details of copulation, but she certainly knew what an erection was. She smiled. She had no idea she could turn someone on.\n\nJohn leaned in close to her ear, his chest pressed against her back and his hard cock sandwiched in her crack like a hotdog in a bun. \"You're very beautiful Aria,\" he whispered. \"I want to make love to you.\"\n\nHer heart spun around and her lungs were a vacuum. She barely managed to whisper, \"go ahead.\" She felt him slide down until the tip of his penis fell between her slightly spread legs, then he thrust up and moaned as he found the entrance to her pleasure flower. She breathed in sharply as he slid in, and held it as the length of his shaft kept coming. She could feel him make contact with something deep inside her that caused her to shudder inside. It ached a little, but she liked it. He began gliding his cock in and out rhythmically, each thrust poking her, as though pumping up a balloon that threatened to pop the longer it went on.\n\nAfter a few more thrusts he disengaged and rolled her onto her back, pulling her hips toward the edge of the bed. He got on his knees and began sensually kissing her around the thighs and abdomen. He worked his way toward the center and eventually his tongue was moving in between the folds of her labia. He nibbled at her with his teeth. He sucked and pulled playfully on her. Then his tongue began to dance and slide all over her clit. She shivered and shook, moaning and gasping for air. Her whole body convulsed and she let out a yell, grabbing him behind the head and pulling him in hard between her legs. The balloon popped. A rush of pleasure rippled around her body, crashing in great waves against her body from the inside.\n\nJohn stood and entered her again. She was still pulsing from the orgasm, and feeling the pressure of his cock resisting the pulses made her shudder again, letting out a loud moan. He began thrusting and groaning, going faster and faster, his cock jabbing at her deep inside. She trembled, grabbing fistfuls of the bedding and tossing her hair about in ecstasy. He had her around the waist and was lifting her a short way off the bed now as he slammed his hips against her reaching deeper and deeper. She could feel him somehow getting even harder just before he exploded inside her, his pulsing cock pumping and twitching against her tight pussy.\n\nHe unloaded a *lot* of cum, gently moving in and out, his whole body shaking as his sensitive dick slid along her soft insides. \"Oh my...\" he started. \"I... didn't intend for that to happen...\" he said sheepishly. \"I really just wanted to pleasure you.\"\n\n\"Oh but you have,\" Aria said passionately. \"That was amazing. I've never felt anything like it.\"\n\nHe laid down next to her and they held each other for a while, not saying anything at all. Aria had never felt so seen, so appreciated, and so loved. It was beautiful. Just what her heart needed in order to keep fighting the good fight."
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"content": "It started like any other day. Well, almost. Something felt... off? Different? I couldn't tell. It was like my brain was quiet for a little longer than usual, then suddenly it started up with it chatter, but it wasn't the *usual* chatter. It was oddly different.\n\nI brushed it off and took my shower, getting ready for work. I was due at the hair salon by 9 and it was already after 8. I'd slept in. Maybe that's why I felt weird.\n\nMy shower is normally quick, but that morning I was feeling extremely horny.\n\n*You need to cum*, I thought to myself.\n\nBut I felt like the wind was knocked out of me the moment I reached down and started touching myself.\n\n*Stop! It's unholy! You'll be late for work!* my mind screamed.\n\nI froze, my eyes wide. This was *not* how things normally went in my internal dialog. *Unholy?* Since when did I give a shit about what was holy or unholy? I hadn't been to church since I was twelve.\n\nI nervously rushed through the shower, not feeling like I was myself, and drove to work trying to calm my mind.\n\nA car was tailgating me bad when I pulled out into the main thoroughfare that would take me to where I worked as a hairdresser and stylist. I got annoyed and yelled at him. \"Go around!\" It felt good, even though my windows were closed.\n\n*If he's going to follow so close he should fuck me in the ass.* The thought invaded my mind *with force*, accompanied by images of some random stranger bending me over the hood of my car and going to town. It was turning me on, and it would feel so good to say. I opened my mouth to yell at him again...\n\n*God save my soul, if I speak that way I'll surely go to hell.* Pure terror at the thought of saying such words out loud flooded my mind.\n\n\"What the fuck?\" I said out loud, completely confused by my internal dialog.\n\n*Watch your mouth!*\n\nI shook my head and pulled into the parking lot.\n\nOnce inside there was already a man waiting for a haircut. I put on my apron, set up my workstation, and called him over. According to the queue, his name was Mike. My coworker, Stacy, was just finishing up with her customer and she looked relieved. \"Thank goodness you're here,\" she said with her thick Jersey accent. \"I've needed a smoke break for the last hour. I'll be back in... oh I don't know, an hour?\" she joked. Her smoke breaks were normally around 30 minutes, far more than the 10 our boss allowed, but I didn't mind.\n\n\"What are we going for here Mike?\" I asked the man as I draped the cape around him.\n\n\"Just a trim. Clean up the edges. Thanks.\" He closed his eyes and relaxed. I was pretty sure I'd helped him before, but I saw so many people it was hard to be sure.\n\nI began my work but intrusive thoughts were bombarding me from every angle.\n\n*Put your breasts against his head. He'll love that.*\n\n*Joseph, Mary, and Jesus save us, you will do no such thing!*\n\n*Come on, make it look like an accident. Just brush one of your amazing tits up against his head. He'll tip better.*\n\n*Just have a nice conversation with him, he'll tip just as well and you won't go to HELL.*\n\nI started sweating. This was *way* more than usual. But... the idea of coming onto him a little with some *accidental* boob action... that was turning me on. So I did it. I smiled, and in the mirror I thought I saw him smile as well.\n\n*Nice!*\n\n*Fiddlesticks!*\n\n*Next, when you are trimming the front of his hair, or whatever you do, pull his head back into your cleavage so he can rest it there. You're going to get an AMAZING tip!*\n\n*I can't take this! This isn't right! You need to run! Get out of there! I can't help you!*\n\nI pulled his head back into my chest and brushed out his bangs a bit. It was an awkward angle to trim from, but I pulled it off, watching a massive smile spread on his face.\n\n*What are you DOING? Stop listening to such evil suggestions! You're a good girl! What if your boss sees you doing this? You could get fired! You could...*\n\n*Now loudly drop your scissors in front of him and bend over slowly to get them.*\n\nI walked around front and dropped my metal scissors. A loud clang rang out and the man jumped, opening his eyes. I bent over slowly, letting my tight jeans give him a show as they stretched around my round ass.\n\n*I can't look! This is a disaster! You are a lost cause my child. Oh father who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name...*\n\n*Wait, don't get up! Now lift the apron cape thingy and crawl under there. I promised you a tip, didn't I?*\n\n*Oh heavens this is getting out of hand! Is there an abort button somewhere? I'm new to this. I didn't sign up to be paired with...*\n\n*Just do it!*\n\nI crawled under the cape.\n\n*Now unzip him!*\n\n*Oh god almighty. You are going to get in so much trouble! You don't have his consent! You are about to sexually assault a customer!*\n\n*You know that he's basically begging for it! All men are horny all the time! You'll get his tip AND HIS TIP! DO IT!*\n\nI slowly reached up and found the zipper to his pants in the dark. He shifted around in his seat, but when I reached inside I found that he was *definitely* excited.\n\n*How much of a tip do you think he'll give you if you give him a blowjob?*\n\n*That's it! If you put that dick in your mouth I QUIT! You KNOW this is wrong! I don't know what I did to deserve this but I am DEFINITELY going to...*\n\n*Suck his dick. Suck it. You know you want to.*\n\nI felt it continue to harden in my hand. I ran my tongue up his shaft and found that the tip was already wet and salty. He shuddered as I kissed the tip gently, my heart pounding and my head feeling light. I took the tip in my mouth and sucked, pulling him into my mouth, sliding my tongue along his cock, moving my head in and out slowly. After pumping a few times that way I showed him what I learned in college, going all the way down until my face was buried in his pants, his belt poking me in the eye, his cock well past the back of my teeth poking down my throat. He moaned and put his hands gently on the back of my head to hold me there a moment while I started to choke. Eventually I came up for air, drool dripping from my mouth while I gasped.\n\nI stroked his cock, covering it in the thick mucous from the back of my throat. Then I *really* went at it. I made sure my tongue was rubbing along the right places as I sucked and pulled, thrusting my head in and out, choking on his head with each deep motion. I could feel the belt buckle hitting the same part of my eyebrow repeatedly and briefly wondered it I'd get a visible bruise, but I was having too much fun to care.\n\n*This is GREAT! You're a natural! Keep at it!*\n\n*...*\n\nFor a brief moment I hesitated, waiting for my conscience to object, but there was nothing. He was trembling, so I sucked harder and slid my tongue along him until I felt him begin to twitch and pulse in my mouth, thick, hot cum shooting into the back of my throat. I swallowed it as it came. It kept coming, shot after shot of his load. He shook and held my head in place, moaning and gasping. Did I finish his haircut? I couldn't remember how far along I had been.\n\nI sucked and stroked him with my lips a few more times until I felt him start to go soft, making sure to get the last few drops of cum that I could suck out of him. Then I put him away, zipped him up, and pulled the cape off my head. I stood up and fixed my hair and smiled when I saw the look on his face. His eyes went straight to my name tag and I realized he was going to keep coming back... *forever*. I wasn't sure if I should feel proud of my self or dread.\n\n*Ha ha ha ha ha!*\n\nWas my conscience... laughing?\n\n*You got the tip! You got the tip!*\n\nI rolled my eyes. Quietly, Mike got up and went to the counter to pay. The haircut didn't matter anymore. He did tip well. *Really* well.\n\n*See? Now do the same for the next customer! And the next!*\n\nSo I did. But the next day I was filled with dread when I saw how my appointments were filling up with repeat customers. And the little perverted voice in my head never came back."
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"content": "If I could have one superpower, I know exactly what I'd pick. Most people haven't given the question much thought, so if you ask them, you'll hear things like \"flying\" or \"super strength.\" A few people will give it a little thought and say \"invisibility\" or \"teleportation.\" But even fewer people will give actually useful or thoughtful answers.\n\nI had this conversation at length with a friend not long ago. We talked about it for two hours, and he spent most of that time trying to convince me that my chosen power would be more of a curse than a blessing. But what he couldn't understand, what he could *never* understand, was my reason for wanting the power in the first place. To me, it wouldn't be a superpower, it would be the cure to a disease that plagues my everyday life.\n\nYou see, I already *have* a super power, and I hate it. I didn't pick it, instead it was given to me by the gods as a cruel joke. I grew up with unreasonably high self esteem. Sure, you could say I was cocky, but I say I was confident and self-assured. I was popular with the nerds, popular with the jocks, popular with the emos, popular with the boys, and *especially* popular with the ladies. I was handsome, strong, smart, brave, and, according to my lady friends, \"emotionally in-touch.\" I had it all. Well, everything but humility.\n\nAnd I guess that's where the gods stepped in. I didn't notice it at first. I remember I went out one day on Valentine's day my first year of college, thinking maybe I could spot a cute, single girl looking lonely and show her a good time. But everywhere I went people would spontaneously start making out with each other. And I don't just mean some heavy kissing, I mean groping, kissing, fondling, moaning... it was *extremely* unusual. But somehow I didn't think much of it. I mean, it's Valentine's day. People are, you know, horny. Whatever.\n\nBut it didn't stop. Weeks went by and at first I was weirded out, then I was concerned, then I grew suspicious, and finally, eventually, I blamed myself. That began the short, spectacular destruction of my grand self-esteem. Everyone *had* to be doing it just to avoid me somehow, right? It started as a suspicion, but soon I noticed that people at school who *hated* each other would spontaneously begin grabbing at each other under their clothes and passionately making out the moment I entered the room. All it took was a quick glance in their direction and they were willing to do *anything* in their power to keep me from thinking they were in any way available.\n\nIt hurt. It hurt a lot. I craved to know what madness was entering their minds. My chosen superpower? To be able to read minds. I *needed* to know what everyone was thinking! Did they really hate me *that* much? My friend says you should never wish to know what someone *really* thinks of you, but I *need* to know! It keeps me up at night, it drives me mad.\n\nMy only solace came one day in gym class when I had an idea. Sure, I was completely straight. But... this unusual superpower of mine... What would happen if I somehow convinced myself that I might be into dudes?\n\nBeing so popular with *everyone* for so long didn't mean I had no enemies. There was one guy in particular, a stuck up football player named Brandon, who absolutely despised me. Nothing I did went unpunished by him. He *loved* to hate me. I always did my best to ignore him, but the thought of getting a little revenge was too sweet to ignore.\n\nWe were in the locker room after gym. It was the last hour and we were about to shower and go home. I sat on a bench across from Brandon's locker and untied my shoes. He was already stripped down and wearing nothing but a towel. I allowed myself to wonder what it would be like. He was muscular and had a strong, chiseled jaw. He had lovely blue eyes and sandy blond hair. I supposed he *might* be considered attractive. I mean, we'd showered together. I've seen his cock. It was definitely bigger than mine... Slowly his head turned toward me and his eyes grew bigger and bigger. I could see the power of my curse building in him.\n\nHe was sitting next to some scrawny kid I didn't know that well. Brandon's gaze met mine, his eyes as big as dinner plates. His hands were shaking, his forearms tense. Suddenly one of his hands shot out at the scrawny kid's crotch and grabbed his dick and balls through the towel he was wearing. The kid yelped but looked at Brandon and smiled deviously.\n\nBrandon kept one terrified eye on me as he tore the towel from around the skinny torso of his willing victim revealing a surprisingly girthy, chubby penis. His hand trembled as he fought the urge to grab the kid's slightly aroused cock. Just inches from it entering his grasp, he snapped and his hand clamped closed with an iron grip, causing the scrawny kid to giggle awkwardly.\n\nPoor Brandon's whole body convulsed and shuddered as he slowly moved his head toward the tip of the erection which continued to grow even in his fist. Brandon gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes as the pink head came within an inch of his lips. Suddenly he broke again, his neck giving way and slapping his forehead against the kid's belly as tip of the hard cock went into Brandon's open mouth and his lips closed around it.\n\nThe lucky bystander exhaled deeply as his dick entered Brandon's mouth. He smiled and looked up at the sky as though thanking heaven for this moment. Brandon maintained his grip on the shaft as he began unwillingly sucking on the tip, his lips quivering against the power of my curse, drool dripping down his clenched fist. But his ability to resist was wearing down, and soon I saw his grip loosen and his technique soften. Even the scrawny guy started relaxing more and moaning loudly.\n\nI hadn't noticed, but a crowd was gathering. Some snickered, some laughed, most just watched in awe as Brandon started getting into it. I had to admit, it was pretty hot. I started to get a little hard myself, but I was too straight to *really* enjoy it, right?\n\nBrandon's face still looked horrified, but his lips were nimble and his tongue was loose. I watched as he shoved the massive cock impressively deep and extended his tongue to tickle the guy's balls. A couple onlookers cheered and clapped. Drool was dripping everywhere as Brandon choked and gaged repeatedly thrusting his head down hard on the biggest dick I'd ever seen in person.\n\nI was *hard*. Not just a little aroused, but painfully erect. \"Screw it,\" I said out loud. I threw my gym shorts down and kicked them off as I walked over to Brandon, who was still sitting on the bench. I maneuvered the skinny guy so he was straddling the bench, removed Brandon's towel, and had him straddle the bench as well, still bent over and giving the best sloppy blowjob I'd ever seen. Then I spit on his asshole, smeared some on my dick, and pressed myself hard against the little tightly puckered, forbidden pleasure hole.\n\nHe was *very* tight at first, but he started to relax when I made it about halfway in. Before long he started moaning, his mouth still full of dick. I slowly increased my rate of thrusting, adding a little spit from time to time to keep things smooth. He reached down and started stroking himself while his head bounced on the gargantuan cock in his mouth.\n\nSuddenly, with his mouth still full, he let out a long, hard grunt and I heard cum splattering on the bench. I smiled and started railing him harder, letting go and feeling my own orgasm building. I thrust hard, slamming my hips into his ass and leaning into it, reaching deep inside with my erection. After a few hard thrusts I felt myself explode inside of him, each twitchy convulsion of my cock pumping his ass full of cum. I thrust a few more times, coating the inside of his anus with my slimy mess before pulling out and watching my hot cum drip down onto the bench next to his load.\n\nThe kid he was blowing started trembling. He grabbed Brandon's head and pulled him in hard against his abdomen and started moaning pathetically, like he was whimpering or about to cry. Suddenly Brandon choked, cum shooting out from his lips as the skinny dude moaned long and hard. I slowly became aware of a tumultuous roar from all the clapping and cheering in the locker room.\n\nWe showered in silence and the next day I noticed that Brandon was avoiding me like the plague. Good. And slowly I grew to enjoy my stupid power. I knew I wasn't always going to be able to use it to get what I wanted, and I still had to figure out how I was ever going to get a girlfriend if all the girls I looked at were going to kiss the nearest guy before I could say a word, but overall I decided it wasn't so bad."
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"content": "I smiled into the mirror, as I ran Both my hands over the round swell of my pregnant tummy. I loved the way that my dress showed off my baby bump, and the alternate top made my boobs look fantastic! My tits had gotten huge since I'd gotten pregnant. I was only 5 months long, and they were still growing! I was going to be the sexiest bride anyone had ever seen tomorrow... I gave a little twirl, loving how the skirt showed off my legs, and I had to admit, I was more than a little proud of myself for still being so graceful in heels even knocked up! I smoothed out my long, blonde hair, and I could hardly take my eyes off my reflection. If Mark and me were out at a a park, and I saw a girl who looked like me, I'd want to have a threesome with her!\n\nMark's mom thought I should have gotten a dress that hid my \"condition\" a bit more, but I wanted to flaunt it. All my friends knew I had a breeding kink, and I was starting to suspect that even Mark's father realized. The way that his eyes trailed over my body was positively wolfish. I wasn't surprised when he stole glances at my expanding breasts. They'd always been big, and now that I was too busty to hide, it was practically an unwinnable challenge for him to maintain eye contact, but His gaze also tended to linger on my expanding tummy, and he seemed to do it more and more the bigger I got. It was fun to run a hand over my stomach and watch how he shifted in his chair, blushed, or got flustered. He had a thing for pregnant girls too! And who could blame him?\n\nI've been so horny since I've gotten pregnant, and I couldn't tell if it was more from the hormones or more from how much I loved the fact that Mark had put a baby in my womb, and his daughter was stretching my belly bigger and bigger every day. My pussy constantly felt hot and swollen. I scissored my legs together, standing in front of the mirror, and I felt like I definitely had to do something about this. Truth be told, it was actually a little pissed his parents weren't letting us stay in the same room.\n\nI stripped off my dress as delicately as I could, hanging it neatly, even as I noticed how hot and flushed my skin was. We've been staying with his folks for the last couple of days, and we'd hardly had a chance to have any time alone. I knew that Mark had to be feeling pent up. I sure was! My breasts always swelled when I was horny, and they were practically ready to pop out of my bra. I'd already had to special order this one just for the wedding, and there was no way I was going to get a bigger one anytime soon. The honeymoon was going to be mostly braless or bikinis, I decided, even as my mind started to wander to how much sex we'd be having.\n\nI unclasped my bra and felt my giant, heavy tits practically burst out of it. I massaged my poor, sore udders, My fingers lingering on my nipples, where I tugged a little bit, hoping to encourage my milk to come in sooner rather than later. I set my bra aside, and I peeled my panties down off of my big, round, breeding hips. I was still wearing my shoes. White, five inch platform sandals, open toed, with ankle straps, I just loved them too much!\n\nI desperately needed some relief. Otherwise I would never be able to focus tomorrow. Part of me kind of loved the idea of walking down the aisle as an obviously horny bride, skin flushed, hands constantly roaming over her own body, unable to keep her hands off of her own pregnant tummy and obviously hot and bothered about it, but a bigger part of me needed an orgasm and needed it now!\n\nStill watching myself in the mirror, I groped and massaged my breasts with one hand, while the other trail down over my round, pregnant belly, moving towards my sex. I had just started to brush near my clit, when a knock at the door startled me.\n\n\"What!?\" I shouted, a little bit unsteady, \"who... Who is it?\" I asked, a blush passing over my skin."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] "Interracial prompts, but don't make it feel weird" challenge! | [
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"content": "Heads up, this might be too \"weird\" for your tastes (possibly because I really don't often do interracial stuff). I'm suggesting this because I haven't ever really seen it.\n\nA gendered inversion of the Blacked fetish (Instead of a muscular/\"superior\" black dude taking over a white couple with making the weak/\"inferior\" white guy a cuck & the white girl his slut, instead it's a well endowed/\"superior\" black woman taking over a white couple with making the lacking/\"inferior\" white girl a cuck & the white guy her stud)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me prompts that involves a character being naked where they don't want to be. | [
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"content": "I was working on one where the womens shower room of a local pool was closed because of plumbing repairs, and the men's locker room was changed over at a certain time. The main character (I, the narrator) ran way late, and when he emerged from the showers (no towels, dammit) walked right into a room full of 30+ women disrobing. \n\nPutting on a brave face, I tried to 'own the moment' and just walk nonchalantly to my locker, penis bouncing freely. After this setup I had about six paragraphs done, but I'll leave this setup to you, Op."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A female witch livestreams and chat has full control of her! | [
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"content": "As Willa was still bent over, all she could do was stare at the grass below even as she felt herself erratically taking her own skirt off. Her black panties were probably revealed to the stream by now (not to mention her matching black bra she'd already let free) even if she was not at all in a good position to be gawked at, as she walked all over the place failing to make it to her broomstick.\n\nEventually she got her skirt as far down as her arms could reach, and Willa silently prayed that she would not trip over her skirt as every step felt oh so much like she was going to. There was no way for chat to make her step *out* of her skirt. Miraculously, just a few minutes after this, and what must have been an hour after she'd tasked them with it, chat did manage to get her to her broomstick. \n\nWilla was surprised as she actually lifted herself up to now stand upright again, and better yet she still had her shirt in her hand, as chat had her place it over the floating broomstick. Willa was looking at Ashley (mostly unintentionally thanks to chat), and gave her a weak smile. \n\nThen suddenly Willa crouched, which was undoubtedly the part of chat was still trying to get her skirt off taking control now that her legs weren't being used for walking. And indeed, she would unwrap her hands and push her palms down onto her skirt, before finally taking a step backwards that got her out of her skirt. \n\nAs she made that step, for the first time in quite a bit, Willa spoke. \"Okat chat, put my skirt away nicely with my shirt...\" \n\nOne hand reached for her skirt while the other reached to pull down her panties, although she had already stood up so the reach for her skirt ended up moot. Chat was quick to make her crouch again, inadvertently making her put her panties back on. \n\nFor a moment, both sides ultimately ended up working in a rather unexpected (and probably unintentional) synergy, as Willa grabbed her skirt and pulled her panties around her legs and to her feet in the cleanest motion so far, then got back up. Her vagina, as she noted, was definitely not visible on stream yet thanks to the direction she was facing, though given they could rotate her at any time, it didn't mean much.\n\nAs she draped the skirt over the broomstick, she expected she would immediately be going to get her panties the rest of the way off, though to her surprise, she started walking again. \n\nOnce again, every step felt like she was about to trip and fall over, though she knew that so long as the spell and potion were working correctly, she wouldn't. \n\n\"D-Did someone raid the chat?\" Her walking seemed more directionless than usual, and her arms and fingers were flailing randomly. \"Where are you guys taking me!?\" \n\nAfter several minutes of seemingly aimless wandering (in nothing but a bra...) chat had managed to stop her by making her spin place again, but luckily, this did not last nearly as long as the last time.\n\nInstead, in what she has to assume was a very premeditated effort between much of chat, she found herself putting wrapping her arms around each other, then to the back of her head, then to her hips... \n\nIt wasn't remotely in rhythm, and the movements didn't look natural, but god almighty, she could tell what she was doing and it was impressively hilarious.\n\n\"The Macarena—hahah chat you clever asses!\" She laughed, genuinely. \"Highlight of the stream! Oh, we've peaked!\" \n\nShe 'shook' her hips (to the best of chat's ability), a stark reminder of her very exposed lower privates. But then, much to her surprise, after that, she just kind of... stopped. Willa was stood there, with her hips still strutting to her right, her hands on them, and... she didn't move. \n\n\"Chat?\" \n\nAfter about a minute, she crouched, but then she was stuck again. Perhaps it was just getting late? \n\n\"What's going on? Normally I'd try to check, but... I kinda can't!\" \n\nAfter several minutes, she'd done all the steps necessary to take her panties off despite the limited leg control. It was much slower, with a bit of time between each movement. Willa got them off with little fanfare; even as she started to tell chat to pick up her undies, she'd already done so. \n\n\"Well, chat... I guess I should wrap things up here. I gotta say, I'm surprised I still got my bra on, hahah.\" On cue, Willa reached her arms back there, but she knew chat wouldn't be able to remove it properly. \"So, uh... yeah. Thanks again for helping with the charity stream back in February, this was a lot of... well, it was a lot of things, but, uh, we'll say it was fun. And, uh... yeah!\" \n\n...She continued fumbling with her bra, spinning to show her back to the camera. \n\n\"Um, how do I end the stream like this...?\" \n\nWilla feigned confusion and panic as she moved her fingers around her back unnaturally. But eventually, after like 15 minutes of trial an error, her bra finally fell... and then the strean suddenly ended.\n\n(Thanks, Ashley.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: wake up and bound and gagged by my dom with a mischievous smile. Male sub dom female I’m looking forward to what I get please leave out any scat blood or vomit. | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I come home from a long days work to find my wife fighting with…my wife?! Somehow she was cloned and they both believe they’re the real one! | [
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"content": "My heart was racing. I nearly dropped my keys several times trying to get the right one to open the door. It sounded like my wife was in trouble. She was screaming and I heard things crashing inside. We'd only been married for a year but I had never heard her go off like this before.\n\nFinally I threw the door open and rushed inside. I did *several* doubletakes and shook my head to make sure I wasn't seeing things. I'd had a long, hard day at work. Maybe I was imagining it. Part of me wanted to rush in and separate them, but the other part of me felt woozy and knew that what I was seeing just wasn't possible.\n\nI collapsed on the couch in the living room and held my hand to my forehead.\n\n\"OK!\" My wife yelled. \"He's home now! We can ask him to settle this once and for all!\"\n\n\"Fine!\" My *other* wife yelled. The trouble is, I didn't *have* two wives, and as far as I knew, she didn't have a twin sister. This was impossible, pure and simple, and it was giving me a headache already.\n\nThe two of them came storming in. They scoffed angrily at each other, folded their arms simultaneously, and looked at me expectantly.\n\n\"Well?\" They said in unison.\n\n\"Look,\" I said, \"I don't know what the *hell* is going on. I just got home. I've had a long day. If *one* of you could *please* explain to me why I am seeing *two* of you, that would be terrific.\"\n\nThey both opened their mouths to talk at the same time. I held up my hand. \"No, just one.\" I looked back and forth between them. They were *completely* identical. \"Um...\" I knew picking one would surely start another fight. \"You,\" I said, pointing at the one on the right. \"And before you get all excited, I'm only picking you because I'm right-handed and you happen to be standing on the right.\"\n\nShe threw her gaze at the ceiling in exasperation. \"Fine,\" she said. \"Well, if you *must* know, I was minding my own business when I walked into the bathroom and *that* one knocked into me out of nowhere. Look, I remember my *whole* morning, from the time I woke up with you all the way until now.\"\n\n\"Hey!\" The other one protested. \"I remember *my* whole morning too!\"\n\n\"Geez,\" I said. \"How did this happen?\" They opened their mouths at the same time again and I held up my hand. I pointed at the one on the right again.\n\n\"We don't know. We started out shocked, we talked about it, we couldn't figure out how the other one appeared, and we started arguing about who was the original.\" She glared at the other one. \"We *both* seem to think we're the original.\"\n\nThe one on the left piped up. \"We were hoping you could tell.\"\n\nI rolled my eyes. This could *not* be happening. Dealing with helping her resolve issues was a challenge when there was *one* of her. This was going to be a nightmare, unless...\n\n\"Look, when both of you are talking at the same time it gives me a headache. Let's assume you both have all the same memories and you already ran through those, right?\"\n\nThey both nodded.\n\n\"So how do you propose we resolve this?\" I asked. \"And *quietly*. You *really* are giving me a headache.\"\n\nThey looked at each other and smiled. \"Well,\" said the one on the left. \"You know our body, right?\"\n\nI nodded.\n\nThey both began removing their clothing. I grinned. I liked this idea.\n\n\"Well, inspect us,\" the one on the right said once they were fully undressed.\n\n\"I'm not getting up,\" I said. \"You're going to have to bring the inspection to me.\"\n\nThey came forward and around the coffee table. One on my right, the other on my left. They each took a seat on the coffee table and I looked them over.\n\n\"Well,\" I said. \"You both have the same incredible body. I see you both have the same mole on your belly. Your breasts are the same, perfect handful size. You both have the same bodacious, plump ass. Let me see your pussies.\" They spread their legs. \"Yup, I'd recognize that labia anywhere. You're the same.\"\n\nThey frowned. \"Well,\" one of them said. \"What about how I suck dick? You'll know if I'm doing it differently, right?\"\n\nI was already getting a little hard. \"Yeah,\" I said.\n\nI took off my pants while they moved the table out of the way before kneeling side-by-side between my legs. They looked at each other in disgust before each reaching for me. They held my cock and balls together. The feeling of four of her hands on me at the same time was unreal. They awkwardly held their heads together and each sucked on one side of my dick at a time, sandwiching me between their lips. Their lips touched and for a moment I thought they might kiss. But instead the one on the right pulled me into her mouth while the other decided to go after my balls.\n\nThey learned to share, eventually. They took turns sucking on various parts of me, kissing my thighs, playing with my balls, and sucking me hard and fast, slow and gentle. It was twice as good as any blowjob she'd ever given me alone, but I didn't dare say so. Neither of them attempted to deepthroat me, but that was expected, my wife didn't like to go very deep.\n\nI started getting close to cumming, but I was enjoying it too much to let them finish me that way.\n\n\"Hey,\" I said. \"This isn't working. You're both doing it right. We need to try something else so I can tell you two apart.\"\n\n\"Well...\" the one on the right started, while still stroking my cock.\n\nThe other was juggling my balls in her hand and said, \"what about how we taste?\"\n\n\"That could work,\" I said.\n\n\"But what about how our pussy feels on your cock too?\" the other one said.\n\n\"Sure. We can try both at the same time, then you can trade after a bit.\"\n\nWe went to the bedroom where we'd have an easier time. I laid on my back and one of them sat on my face and the other slid my erection in and began to ride. They were facing each other, and I could only guess that they were having some kind of glaring competition.\n\nI knew that this was, indeed, my wife's pussy the moment my tongue made contact. It tasted right, and the soft, velvety folds of her labia felt amazing on my lips. I plunged my tongue deep inside several times before beginning to stroke her clit with my tongue and suck and nibble on her lady bits with my lips.\n\nOf course, my cock knew where it was too. That was definitely my wife riding me. She moved her hips with such a magical rhythm, one that was unmistakable and unique. It was like watching the most seductive, enchanting dancer move with the elegance of a flame and the grace of gently flowing water. My cock rocked back and forth in her pleasure pocket, all the familiar spots rubbing and sliding just as they always did. I, and she, knew that if she kept that up for too long she'd make me cum.\n\n\"Alright,\" I gasped, \"switch!\"\n\nThey climbed around on the bed, nearly knocking into each other, and soon my wife's delicious pussy was back in my face while my cock slid into my wife's tight pussy again. It felt exactly the same. It tasted exactly the same. And it was *amazing* to be able to have both at the same time.\n\nThis time, though, I heard something new. They weren't just moaning, they were panting. I heard lips smacking. Were they... *kissing*? My erection got even harder and the one riding had to adjust.\n\n\"Oh my...\" she moaned, another wet snap from their lips as she said it.\n\n\"Oh yes,\" said the other before they both went speechless again, their lips and tongues too occupied for words.\n\nI felt the lightning at the tip of my rod as an orgasm threatened to spill over. I still had so many ideas forming in my mind of how we could better enjoy this, but I desperately wanted to cum.\n\n\"I'm cumming,\" I warned, but they were enjoying themselves too much. The rhythm of her hips overwhelmed me and I buckled as my load exploded in pulses in my wife. She kept riding, oblivious to my trembling and grunting. I kept licking while the two of them moaned sensually. I remained hard and even started to feel another orgasm building but soon they dismounted and went down on me together, this time kissing around my cock and cleaning up my mess together. I kept getting harder, shocked at how incredibly hot it was to watch my wife kiss herself while cleaning up my cum.\n\nBefore I knew it I was moaning again, shaking as I came in one mouth and my balls were in another mouth, the warmth and pressure causing me to have such an incredible release that I started wondering how I was ever going to enjoy one-on-one sex with her again.\n\nThey sucked me dry then collapsed on either side of me on the bed, sighing proudly.\n\n\"Well,\" asked one. \"What did you think?\"\n\n\"What did I think?\" I asked. \"As in, who is my real wife and who is the clone?\"\n\nThey laughed, \"No, silly, how was it?\"\n\n\"It was amazing,\" I said. \"I don't know how I'll ever enjoy sex with just one of you ever again.\"\n\nThey snickered. \"Really?\"\n\n\"Really.\"\n\nThey just giggled together for a moment.\n\n\"Wait, what's going on?\" I asked. \"I thought you needed me to decide who was the original. You were fighting!\"\n\n\"Nah,\" one of them said. \"That was just an act. We can do this whenever you want!\"\n\nMy head spun, but... Also I started getting hard again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She had no idea how or why her sex tape was playing picture in picture with her presentation, but she *couldn't stop it*, and all she could do was continue with the presentation anyway! | [
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"content": "Ashley could feel great beads of sweat forming quickly on her forehead. Her mind was racing while her heart pounded maddeningly loud in her head.\n\n*This can't be happening. This can't be happening.* She said it over and over again to herself, clicking around furiously, desperately searching for a way to make it stop.\n\n\"Ehem,\" her professor cleared his throat. \"The clock is ticking,\" he said knowingly.\n\nShe looked at him in terror, her eyes pleading for mercy. The sounds of her moans echoed through the lecture hall. One hundred and twenty students watched with rosy cheeks and covered smiles as Ashley and her 40-year-old lover kissed passionately, her small but perky breast in full view from the side. They watched as she turned her hips toward the camera bringing all the details of her her pink, 18-year-old pussy into focus. She scanned the menus for *anything* mentioning picture-in-picture, but there was nothing. She had stopped the presentation, which did make it go away, but she *needed* to give this presentation. Her grade in the class was already precariously low.\n\nShe did her best to gather her wits about her. She took a shaky breath and held it. She wanted to cry. This was the most mortifying thing she had *ever* experienced.\n\n\"Well,\" she began, her voice shaking. \"I guess you're getting a lot more of a show than you expected...\" She looked nervously at her professor. He raised his eyebrows at her expectantly. \"Maybe,\" she said sheepishly, \"I'll get extra credit?\" She laughed nervously and the professor glared at her, taping his wristwatch.\n\nThe students in the room watched, rapt. Though the lights were dimmed, she could swear she saw several students with their hands in their pants, boys and girls.\n\nSweat poured down her forehead and soaked her eyebrows. She ran her sleeve across her face and pressed on. \"In this slide,\" she began, but she couldn't focus. Her voice rang out, \"Yes! Yes! Yes daddy!\" The room was mostly silent, with the exception of a few hushed moans as the students expressed their *enjoyment* of the presentation. The memory of the moment flooded her body and sent a tingle through her groin. Her gaze was just as captive as everyone else's. She watched as his tongue traveled the length of her pussy, voracious and hungry, lapping up her nectar like a parched dog. She watched him part her folds, exposing her glistening clit before kissing it gingerly. He sealed his lips around it and sucked, flicking it rapidly sending her into a flurry of pleasurable sensations. Her legs shook and her voice wavered as she cried out, \"Oh daddy! Yes! I'm getting close, don't stop!\"\n\nAshley unwittingly let out a longing, whining sigh, \"Ohhhh,\" as her on-screen counterpart came loudly, filling the room with the gasping, orgasmic moans of pure sexual bliss. She quickly clasped her hand to her mouth in shame, her eyes wide with embarrassment. The number of students unabashedly touching themselves had increased, and few of them displayed any shame as they collectively moaned with her.\n\nShe clicked through to the next slide, not sure if she had finished the first, but her stomach was churning and she *needed* to get through this. Her lover stood, his hard cock entering the frame already covered in his precum, her soaking wet pussy spread and hungry. She choked on her words as the petals of her tender pussy enveloped the head of his member. All the eyes in the room were fixated on this intimate, beautiful, high resolution recording of blissful penetration.\n\nHer pussy swallowed the erection and her lover moaned. \"Oh baby girl, you're *so* tight.\" He pulled halfway back and rammed himself deep inside her again, grunting with delight. They all watched on, drooling and almost everyone touching themselves, while she yelped and whimpered to the rhythm of his thrusts, her round ass rippling with each impact from his hips.\n\nAshley fumbled the clicker and had to bend over to pick it up. She felt a cool, wet spot on her panties pressing into her extremely wet pussy. Despite being completely mortified, she was turned on. She quickly switched to the next slide while the picture-in-picture view showed them switching positions. He was on his back now and she mounted him, grabbing hold of his cock and guiding it up inside her. The room collectively moaned with her as she slid down to his balls. He gasped as she began rocking her hips forward and back. There was less to see now, but she had to admit her back and ass looked amazing, and as they got closer to orgasm they were becoming far more vocal.\n\nHis heavy breathing and her moaning were too hard to talk over. She tried. \"Here we see a chart demonstrating...\" but she trailed off as her on-screen voice cried out, \"Oh babe, I'm going to cum again,\" and he breathed, \"me too baby girl!\" She remembered the way it felt as waves of orgasmic delight rippled through her vaginal walls, constricting hard against his powerful erection. She relished the memory of his pulsing cock delivering hot, thick cum deep inside her, pumping erratically as he shook and trembled.\n\n\"Oh fuuuuuuck,\" she heard herself calling out to the room while her lover silently pumped her full. Their heavy breathing continued as they collapsed into each other and the room let out a long sigh in unison.\n\nShe shivered. Her shirt and backside were soaked in sweat and she felt icy and clammy. Her face was burning, her ears on fire. Sweat poured down her face and into her stinging eyes. She clicked one more time, ending the presentation. The room erupted in applause. The professor peered at her impassively and said, \"see me after class.\" She nodded rapidly and rushed back to her seat, holding herself in the embrace of someone who *needed* to be invisible. Her stomach rolled and twisted in on itself as the next student got up to give their presentation.\n\n\"Well,\" he began. \"I'm not going to be able to top that.\" Everyone laughed. Ashley buried her head in her arms, her forehead slamming into the desk, and prayed that she would wake up from this nightmare."
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"content": "Female: Sienna (MC), Diane, Heather.\n\nMale: Mark, Nathan, Evan\n\n……….\n\nSienna thought it wouldn’t hurt to have a small week out with friends. As they all gathered into their assigned cabin and unpacked. Everyone had gone off on their own adventure, while others relaxed inside.\n\nAs night falls, Heather and Nathan had taken a room together, the lovebirds, while the remaining had taken the remaining two rooms with their respective gender partner. \n\nSienna and Diane shared the bed together, as they slip into slumber. Sienna slips into Diane’s dreamscape, where a threesome is happening. As Diane holds a leash that connects to the guy’s collar. He was practically faceless as he didn’t have any defined facial feature. No, it was more that her mind isn’t comprehending his face.\n\nDiane pulls the leash, pulling the man towards her. Her face holding a look of lust and euphoria. “Lick.” She had commanded the man, who promptly follows. As the two have their time, the man had gone far enough to have Diane to lay down. Of which a compulsion washes over Sienna. As she then sits on Diane’s face, grinding into her face.\n\nAs the Sienna reached climax from Diane’s licks, she shoot up in bed, panting from the stimulus. Looking towards Diane, the usual innocent and ditzy girl that she portrayed herself as…\n\n………\n\n(Part two with other dreams, later.)"
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"content": "Jason put down his highlighter and sighed, as more noise rose from the neighbors' back yard. He was sitting in his old room in his parents' house, trying to study for a make-up exam at the start of a fall term, but noise of a kind he associated more with frat parties than his parents' staid middle-aged neighbors, was not was he expected. Grumbling, he rose to his feet. Time to give the neighbors a piece of his mind.\n\n\rA knock on the neighbor's door yielded no results. A louder, angrier knock was met with the same silence. However, the gate leading to the back garden was open, and sounds of loud laughter, music and splashing water emitted from back there. Jason walked over to the gate and prepared to give whoever was out there a piece of his mind. He rounded the corner and immediately froze. \r\n\nJason did not know what he was expecting. It was not four beautiful women, one of whom he recognized as Mrs. Sheffield, who lived there, sitting in a hot tub completely naked, surrounded by snack foods and empty champagne bottles. Mrs. Sheffield saw me, and raised her glass with a big, happy smile on her lips.\r\n\n\"Hi, Jason! Welcome home!\" she squealed, tossing her long, blonde hair and raising her champagne glass.\r\n\n\"Hi, Mrs. S.\" Jason answered, slightly hesitantly. \"What's the occasion?\" \r\n\n\"My divorce finally finalized! Let's see how long that bimbo stays with my asshole husband after he's paid me what he owes.\" She settled back into the pool with a satisfied smile and drank deeply of her champagne. \r\n\nJason paused. That certainly changed things. The Sheffield marriage had been unhappy for a long time, and Mr. Sheffield was a complete ass. He was happy things had finally ended well.\r \n\"Well... I just wanted to see what the noise was, but... well, congratulations.\" Jason paused. \"I should get back to...\"\r\n\n\"Hey, cutie.\" one of the other women, a petite woman with long, night-black hair and Hispanic features interrupted. \"Want to stick around? Join us for a bit and help us finish off the asshat's champagne?\"\r \nMrs. Sheffield looked Jason up and down, and something began to gleam in her eyes. \"Yes, please stay for a bit, Jason. Help us celebrate.\"\r \nJason blushed, and his eyes widened. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck as Mrs. Sheffield rose from the water like some form of creature out of myth. He looked on as she walked over towards him. \r \n\r \n“Mrs....” he began but she cut him off by placing a finger over his lips.\r \n\r \n“Sandra, please.” She ghuckled. “It seems a little silly to stand on formality after you've seen me naked.\r \n\r \n“Is... is this...?” Jason stammered out, still trying to process what was happening.\r \n\r \n“Entirely proper? No. But I don't care. I am free of my asshat husband, and I intend to make the most of it. And that includes you getting naked and in my hot tub, get it?”\r \n\r \n“Yes ma'am.” At that moment, it seemed to be the only thing to say, and Jason rapidly stripped out of his jeans and t-shirt while four pairs of beautiful eyes watched intently. There was a loud “Ooooh!” as he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso. \r \n\r \n“Well, well, well...” Sandra purred, a small, pink triangle of tongue appearing between her full lips as she looked at Jason's naked form. “You've grown into quite the specimen while I wasn't looking, haven't you?”\r \n\r \nJason grimaced. He could feel his young body rising to the occasion, as it were, as he slid his pants and underwear down. The women all looked on with hunger in their eyes as the garments slid off, leaving him standing completely naked and fully erect. Without another word, he slid into the hot tub, letting the water hide him. \r \n\r \n“It's more than the specimen that's grown!” yet another of the women, a petite, slender brunette with an absolutely unreal chest, joked. \r \n\r \nThe final woman, a rather voluptuous, pale-skinned redhead, slapped her arm. “Give it a rest! Poor boy is embarrassed enough.”\r \n\r \nJason had indeed turned bright red and stared down into the water, slowly contemplating the life choices that had led him to this point. His cock throbbed uncomfortably, and he did his not particularly impressive best to not stare at the beautiful women around him."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] "So, let me get this straight you fucked a sith lord so hard that she turned back to our side" the Jedi master looks on his guilty looking padawan | [
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"content": "“Well I wouldn’t call it *your* side.” Dalia interrupted before I could reply, as she continued to examine a strand of her long sandy hair in its complicated braid. I smiled at her, sensing her irritation that was barely concealed by constantly distracting herself. Currently with her hair.\n“More like his side, and he obnoxiously insists on not leaving the order sooooo….”\n\nDalia smiled at me, no spite in her words. She was rather nonchalant for someone that was a dangerous Sith Lord until mere days ago. She was still dangerous. It was only her allegiance which had shifted.\n\n“I need to know I can trust that you won’t fall to the dark side again, Lord Starburner.” Master Shen’on leaned forward, setting the knuckles of his closed fists on the broad stone table that stood between them. Dalia and me were seated opposite him, the open door at our backs. I could sense the dozens of Jedi waiting in the corridor and adjacent rooms\n\nWhile Dalia didn’t seem to be worried at all, seated with one leg crossed over the other, an arm propped up on the backrest of the chair, I was a nervous wreck. I sat stiffly on my own chair, back straight and one hand clasping each knee.\n\nShe sighed, as if dealing with a child. Master Shen’on’s intense gaze did nothing to perturb her. Nor did the dozen Jedi Masters waiting at the ready mere meters awa.. Nor the 3 companies of Republic troopers and accompanying mass of knights and apprentices that stood ready within the walls of the academy.\nThe order had been preparing a major initiative to seek out and destroy the great Sith Lord Dalia Starburner when he’d waltzed in the front door with said Sith Lord literally on his arm. It had nearly turned into a full battle- instinct causing several troopers to shoot first, intending questions never. Fortunately Dalia hadn’t retaliated and seemed more amused than anything as she caught the bolts with her hand and waved the troopers blasters away.\n\nDalia didn’t answer the Masters question directly, instead cocking her head to the side and examining him. In his current posture his twin head rails drooped behind his shoulders and descended to gently sway at his sides, visible between his torso and arms.\n\n“I wanna braid your Lekku.” She said instead, eyes alight with mischief.\n\nShen’on glared at her. He attempted not to be bothered by the idea, not to respond but in words; only due to knowing him so well could I sense the spike in his anxiety.\n\n“You will do no such thing.” He stated flatly. She shrugged, returning focus to her hair. “Answer me, Sith.”\n\nShe frowned at him, twisting her lip in annoyance. “Fine, Jedi.” She say up straight and leaned forward, hands grappling the seat of her chair and staring at Shen’on with intensity surpassing the masters own.\n“He showed me ways to use the force I’d never thought of. He read me like an open datacube, ripped my fantasies from my mind and forced their reality upon me. Have you ever cum while being force choked, Jedi? I have.”\n\nThe master nearly faltered, barely maintaining his composure. I knew he’d joined the order as a youngling, he’d never lain with another. Sex was an unknown to many Jedi, taboo and uncomfortable for those who deemed it a step on the path to the dark side.\n\nThe master turned to me. “You used dark side abilities?”\n\nI shook my head, remembering something Master Kando frequently told me. “No ability is good or evil, it is only the intent and the results that can be known as such.”\n\nHis lip quirked. He had always been close with Master Kando, a reason I knew him as well as I did. He didn’t dig further, deciding to question me now instead of Dalia.\n\n“You will tell me *exactly* what happened, apprentice.” His eyes bore into me and a lump in my throat almost kept me from replying. I managed to swallow and suppress my nerves, looking to Dalia for support. She smiled reassuringly and winked. Just great. Still, looking at her calmed me.\n\n“Well, okay, see it all started with…” I began.\n\n***TO BE CONTINUED***\n\nRan out of time but will come back late today and continue. Also to edit- I suspect there’s a few typos and word choices to fix.\n\nHope you enjoy so far, we will resume on…\n\n***The Great Plains of Kalsunar***\n**3 hours after the battle of Kalsunar**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Confused about the wording of the rental agreement, Jacob asks Rebecca why it lists her name among the appliances to be used by the tenet at their leisure. | [
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"content": "To say that Rebecca had had a bit of work done would be an understatement. The sexy cyber agent was possibly the most beautiful femme fatal in the city. Her body had been genetically modified to give her breasts nearly as big as her head, a teeny tiny waist, big hips, and a big round butt. Her legs went on for days, shapely and graceful, and she was 6 ft tall before she put on the 5-in heels she habitually wore. She'd had basically her entire skeleton replaced with cybernetics, and she had lots of headwear too. Skill upgrades, cognition upgrades, but some of them had been bought on the cheap. As it turns out, some of her skill and cognition upgrades were just disused parts from a sex droid. And the whole sex droid consciousness was *still in there*.\n\nThe two personalities had melded pretty well, but it left Rebecca as a drop dead gorgeous genetically modified cyber agent who was die hard obsessed with sex and who absolutely loved being free use. She almost didn't feel right if she didn't have someone around to use her. It left her feeling... Empty. On the other hand, having someone around whom she knew could fuck her at will gave her an inherent sense of fulfillment, and an absolute rush of pure satisfaction and joy whenever they actually took their pleasure of her.\n\nAnd so, when she advertised for a tenant in her downtown home, she listed herself as one of the appliances. She got a naughty thrill from that alone. Writing herself in as if she were simply a thing to be used made her pussy tingle. Blushing, despite herself, the leggy blonde patiently waited for Jacob, her new renter, to notice.\n\nWhen he finally did, he was obviously confused, but she was able to give him her whole not so tragic backstory. \"I'm a girl with a sexbot AI integrated into her brain. It's not a matter of 'me' and 'her' in here. The both parts are just... *me* now. And *I* like having someone around to use me for sex. It makes me feel... Good.\" She blushed and looked away, as she explained part of the situation, her body naturally took up a posture to display herself in the tiny little club dress she was wearing. Regardless of the occasion or time of day, slutty and barely their club dresses were practically all she wore. \"I'm free use... For you? Totally. Please. Use me however you want. I'll love it.\"\n\nJacob had more questions, but he'd heard the login short of it.\n\nJust having someone around definitely felt better. Rebecca always moved in the most seductive ways possible, and even without conscious effort, she teased Jacob relentlessly. She would move just so that her giant tits would sway or jiggle; she would bend over directly in front of him, and she would perform her yoga or step over him to give him a view of her skirt as gratuitously as she pleased. She got a sense of inherent fulfillment whenever she noticed him looking at her, and any sign of arousal from him gave her a hit of satisfaction from deep within her mind.\n\nIt was on the Saturday of the second weekend he'd been there that she really got what she wanted though. Jacob had been sporting a hard-on constantly since he'd moved in, but he hadn't acted on it, at least not directly. She'd heard him masturbating multiple times a day, and each time, she sort of wished he'd at least cum in her mouth or on her tits, instead of letting it go to waste, but part of her enjoyed drawing it out rather than just asking him. She wanted to get him to come use her. Eventually, he did!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "How the fuck am I getting blue-balled in a porno?!" | [
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"content": "The director was a short, fat man who reminded me of Danny DeVito, but way uglier and a complete pervert.\n\nJust weeks earlier I had been thrilled to hear back from the agency saying I had a contract for ten adult films under one of the biggest names in porn. But this guy... his name was the only thing big about him. He'd often whip out his tiny cock on set and rub it, but it never seemed to get hard.\n\nHe yelled regularly and made several of the performers, including the men, cry at times. Every time he arrived on set *everyone's* eyes would roll.\n\nIt was only my second day on my first film and I was already questioning *all* of my life's choices. Presumably I had been hired for my huge dick, but so far he had me fully clothed in all of my scenes. I was playing a pool boy, which I *hoped* meant I would get some action, but so far he had me watching from the side of the pool while the lady of the house and the gardener went down on each other.\n\n\"Cut! CUUUUUUT!\" he screamed, veins popping out of his forehead. His head looked more like a dick than his cock did. \"You!\" he screamed, pointing at me.\n\n\"Me?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yes, you! You weren't watching them!\"\n\n\"Yeah, because if I watch, my balls ache too much.\"\n\n\"Not my problem!\" he spat. \"Take care of that in your own time!\"\n\n\"Sir, the contract you had me sign says I'm not allowed to cum off camera, and then only if the script calls for it.\" I threw my hands up in desperation.\n\nHe laughed. \"Oh, right. Well still not my problem! The script calls for you to be watching on 'longingly drooling to be a part of the action.'\"\n\n\"Shouldn't be too difficult,\" I muttered.\n\n\"Good!\" He started waddling back to his director's chair. Before he climbed into it he was already yelling, \"Action!\"\n\nI watched as the slightly mature but *insanely* hot lady took hold of the young gardener's cock and started stroking it while he sat on the edge of the pool. She was in the pool and reached up with her face to kiss him. The kiss turned to a passionate make-out session as my cock grew harder and harder.\n\nI kept watching as she took his erection in her mouth, swallowing it completely and choking on him while he held her head against his crotch and his eyes rolled into the back of his head with pleasure. She gagged and retched, nearly vomiting all over him but heroically she came up gasping for air with tendrils of mucous and saliva strung between her mouth and his member.\n\nI had always loved deepthroat porn and this was too much. My cock was so stiff I felt like the skin around my dick would split. My balls were aching like the star quarterback had just had a go at them with his foot. Soon she was out of the pool and he was in, her legs wrapped so tight around his head his eyes were bulging while his tong flicked her clit over and over. She screamed and yelped, moaning all sorts of obscenities while I just watched, hungry for some pussy. I couldn't remember the last time I had pussy.\n\nI was drooling like a dog staring at a steak on a hot day by the time he had pulled her into the pool. He was motorboating her massive fake tits while she stroked his cock under the water, the camera guy getting dangerously close to the edge of the pool. I was tempted to reach in my pool boy shorts and start touching myself, but I didn't want to incur the wrath of the dickhead director, and I was pretty sure the script didn't call for me to masturbate.\n\nFinally, mercifully, tiny-dick called out \"Cut\" and started clapping. \"Much better moron!\" he called out to me. \"You looked like a sad, horny puppy! God I can only imagine how bad you want to fuck somebody right now!\" His evil little laugh filled me with rage.\n\nI marched over to him. \"What the hell?\" I exclaimed. \"When do I get some action?\" I asked.\n\n\"Never! I cast you because you look pathetic when you want to cum but can't.\"\n\nHe handed me a copy of the script. It was my first time seeing it. At the top, where the scene was being laid out, it literally said, \"Blue Balls watches on, longingly drooling to be a part of the action.\"\n\n\"MY CHARACTER'S NAME IS BLUE BALLS?\" I cry out.\n\nHe giggled in grunts. \"Yeah, great isn't it?\"\n\nI stared on in disbelief as he walked over to the actress and smacked her ass. \"Everybody has to start somewhere,\" I repeated to myself. It was what my first agent always said, and I had a feeling I would be repeating it to myself *a lot* during this shoot."
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"content": "the annual beauty contest had announced last year “no swimsuit competition”. This year they announced a “no swimsuit” competition. Contestants didn’t notice the change until it was time to model in front of the audience and tv cameras.\n\nThe volleyball team’s new sponsor was Gillett razors. Rather than the usual logo in the uniform, they wanted to show off the results of their product in a more effective way. Thus, the volleyball team now plays bottomless and is shaved for each match.\n\nIn this school being voted prom queen is desired just as much as it is feared, as winning means you must spend the rest of the night nude.\n\nThe guys decided to play a mean prank on the girls’ swim team. Before the competition (which had many in attendance and was being live-streamed by the school), they swapped out the swimsuits for ones that looked the same but would become transparent when wet.\n\nDue to them being stolen while they were showering, the cheerleaders are going to have to perform their routine, in front of many spectators and on live tv, without any panties.\n\nYou’re a small time female celebrity, and your manager is forcing you to wear a completely see through dress to the gala with nothing underneath. “Of course millions of people will see you naked, you’ll be famous!”\n\nteam aqua grunt would like to finish her shower before you drag her outside for a battle. Her request was not very effective.\n\nAs part of the school’s new body positivity movement, the showers are now coed, all one big room with no dividers, and the some of the walls are now glass for passersby to ogle.\n\nTruth or Dare and beer followed by the sobering realization that you’re the only ones naked at the party…& you’re not allowed to put your clothes back on until you get home.\n\nTo promote their tour, the idol group made an online contest where users could submit outfits for them to wear on stage. None of them saw it coming when nude was the winner. (Bonus) Each concert has a new contest. Nude keeps winning, but a few concerts in new winners start cropping up, like “nude with vibrators inserted”.\n\nas part of their physical examination, students had to measure the length and diameter of their holes using dildos. Orgasming was permitted.\n\nevery year, a few lucky people are chosen by lottery to go full nude the whole year. Its seen as very fortunate to be chosen.\n\nA girl is currently losing at strip twister.\n\nEvery student must give a presentation of about their nude body or fail the class.\n\nHer boss made her wear a new waitress outfit. The customers loved it, she not so much. \n\nThe town’s annual recreation of lady Godiva’s nude ride isn’t drawing in crowds like it used to. So some last minute arrangements were made, adding 2 dildos to the saddle and ensuring it’d be a bumpy ride. the woman picked to portray her is the year’s beauty queen. She already wasn’t pleased with having to ride through town naked, but nobody thought of informing her of the changes until it was already too late.\n\nThe Halloween party was in a few hours and she hadn’t picked a costume. Thinking quickly she wrapped toilet paper around her body with nothing underneath and went as a “sexy mummy”. Unfortunately for her, her costume started to fall apart almost immediately after arriving.\n\nRight before the coed volleyball game, the ref made a startling announcement both to the teams and the large crowd of spectators in the bleachers. For this shirts vs skins game, skins will truly be skins.\n\nA female wannabe Indiana Jones must infiltrate the free love nudist colony in order to retrieve the stolen idol.\n\nA girl signs up to be a nude model for a college art class, only to be shocked when the class is moved outside to take advantage of the nice wether. Now she’s posing nude in the middle of campus.\n\nThe sorority didn’t allow its members to wear any panties, and had to demonstrate it whenever asked.\n\nIn order to keep the knights of the order humble, they frequently go on “walks of humiliation”. They go through the whole town with a dildo inside of them, embarrassed but unable to hide their pleasure.\n\nThe students were excited when the new school pool opened and mandatory COED swimming classes were introduced to the schedule. They were less excited when they discovered to avoid pump clogging, all clothing was prohibited while swimming or poolside."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A busty tomboy figured her friends would find out she made milk sooner or later, but she didn't expect it to happen like this! | [
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"content": "*A loud bang is heard as a locker slams closed in the abandoned wing of the College of Mechanics, Two people are locked in the closet: a busty tomboy and the friend she has a crush on (who also likes her). There is a camera set up in the top corner to watch how the pair proceed in this predicament*\n\n\"Fucking god damnit, fucking assholes of course they pull this kind of prank.\" Rosemary says exasperated and slightly claustrophobic being locked in a smallish locker with another person. \n\nRosemary also on occasion goes by Charlie as a joke about how she likes chocolate and wanted to run a chocolate factory when she was a kid. She is also rather tall being 6'5\" making her the tallest in the friend group.\n\n\"Rose please quit fidgeting, your pushing your boobs in my face, and while I'm not opposed to having tits in my face this is awkward since you are so much taller than me.\" Murphy bashfully insisted\n\nMurphy who also goes by Murph is the shortest of the friend group being a humble 5'3\" though he does make up for his lack of height with his charm and disturbingly good looks, not to mention a great dick which at the moment was attempting to come to full salute only being stopped by the tight jeans murphy was wearing and Rosemary's thick thigh.\n\n\"Murph don't lie, you enjoy this I see how you stare at me all the time, and don't forget the time you walked in on me changing and just stayed and watched me dress before you said anything. Not that I minded having a spectator.\" Rosemary whispered the memory coming back to the front of her mind, especially the memory of her masturbating thinking about showing herself to Murph. this led to the most embarrassing thing to happen so far, not only was she getting wet because of the memory but she was starting to lactate as well, making her nipples sensitive and hard. \n\nRosemary realized just then that she had not worn any underwear today because she was in her leggings and didnt like the lines underwear left and was to lazy to put on a bra, mainly because she hadn't done laundry in a while and didnt have any clean bras. While she mentally scolded herself she became aware of Murphy's situation as well with him becoming hard and being able to see her tits he would soon be able to see that she was making milk.\n\n\"Uhm Murph?\"\n\n\"yeah Charlie?\"\n\n\"This is going to sound strange but just hear me out okay?\"\n\n\"O..kay?\"\n\n\"I need you to lift my shirt and suck my nipples, n-not for a weird reason its just that I-\"\n\n\"You're lactating I know I can see it. Rosemary before I do that answer me this one question doo you have a crush on me?\" Murphy interrogated his hands already on Rosemary's nipples gently playing with them pulling stifled moans from her and insuring an honest answer.\n\n\"Y--yes I do. Do you like me to Murph, oh please tell me you do and you aren't just going to use this against me?!\" Rosemary squeaks her voice full of arousal and need.\n\n\"I-I Do Charlie, I never really thought about it but I do. You You're you are perfect to me, everything about you makes me happy, and you are fucking sexy as hell to boot.\" Murphy replies a huge weight seeming lifted from his shoulders that he never knew was there.\n\n\"OH that makes me so happy\" Rosemary cries out relieved and truly happy, and who knows maybe a lot bit aroused, this is smut after all before continuing arousingly \" maybe we can do this in a way we both get something then.\"\n\n\"What do you have in mind?\" Murphy questions breathily as his nose is filled with the scent of Rosemary's sex beginning to leak is sweet fluid.\n\n\"This.\" Rosemary says as she undoes Murphy's pants and begins to give him a handjob.\n\n*Click the locker door opens as Murphy is sucking on Rosemary's nipples while she is jerking him off against her thigh*\n\nThe lovers startle as their friends open the door and they begin to fall out of the locker. While the two lovers gather themselves up and turn red with embarrassment one of the other friends grabs the camera and smashes it before mumbling something about cant use the film now.\n\n\"We should continue this later\" Rosemary whispers saucily into Murphy's ear\n\n\"Agreed Charlie agreed\" Murph replies even more turned on. \n\nMurphy then get up and chases down the friend group scolding them while Rosemary lags behind her sex tingling and her face flushed. Things were going to be fun at her house."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Slimy Experience | [
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"content": "My tomboy wife is a mad scientist, and she often likes to use me as her guinea pig. \n\nWell today, she's gone too far! It's one thing to wake as different human or human plus extra, but it's something completely different to wake up as a hypersexual tentacle slime monster. \n\nI'm going to get payback by using my slime tentacles on her & turn into tentacle sleeve egg sack! Wait..... She's cumming so hard from this. \n\nAm I really giving her exactly what she wants!? *Sigh* Apparently yes, yes I am."
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"content": "I stretch - my eyes still closed - letting out a little grunt. I do so love lazily lounge in bed on a Saturday morning. My hand bumps into Tim.\n\nI smile naughtily as curl up beside him. I set my head on his shoulder and press my naked body up against his side - sliding my arm over his stomach. I nestle into his neck and give what I was expecting to be a whiskery kiss - but I encounter just smooth soft flesh. \n\nI open my eyes - this isn’t Tim. It’s me! I am snuggled up to a sleeping me. I let out a little squeak. I see my - my other self’s - eyes flutter open. We are both just staring at each other. \n\nOur shoulder length hair is messy and wild. We both brush it back from our eyes at the same moment - in the same way. We both have a little mole above our lip on the left side. Our eyes both wander down our bodies - looking for differences. \n\nI glance to her right boob as she does the same - same creamy white skin, same pink areola, same off centre nipple, same birth mark. \n\nPulling back the blanket I run my hand down her flat stomach - remembering the hours at the gym it took to get my hint of a six pack. My fingers trace a scar that we both seem to have - slightly above my belly button - from when I was a kid. \n\nI am looking at myself. There is no doubt in my mind. I can see that she came to the same conclusion that I did. \n\n“What did Tim do?” We both say in unison. We giggle. \n\n“That man,” I said shaking my head, “he fucking cloned us. How the hell did he manage that? He didn’t even ask us first.” We were finishing each others sentences. \n\nI laid back down. My other self rolled on to her side to face me. She pushed some of my wood hair out of my face - looking deep into my eyes. \n\n“I don’t know where Tim is, but I am horny,” she said. \n\n“Yeah. Me too,” we both giggled and then schooched closer together. Our tits touching as we intertwined our legs - we kissed. We ran our hands through each other’s hair as we explored each other’s mouths. \n\nShe pushed me onto my back - running her fingers over my tits. Teasing and tantalizing - using just the barest of touches. She suddenly took a nipple in her mouth - like a puppy pouncing on a toy. I giggled as she kissed and sucked on my tittie. She kissed and sucked on one while using her hand on the other. She knew exactly how I liked to be touched. \n\nI moaned and melted under her touch. \n\nMy nipples standing up - begging for her attention. She flicked them with her tongue while she looked up at me naughtily. \n\nHer hand found my pussy. I let out a little moan as she ran her finger tips over my slit. Up and down - teasing me. She left a trail of kisses down to my pussy. \n\nI spread my legs wide for her. She kissed my mound - letting her fingers gently explore. Slowly she inched down. Kissing and licking the whole way there. She spread my lips so gently - licking the newly exposed skin. \n\nI let out a little sigh. \n\n“That’s a good girl,” I purred as her tongue pushed gently into my folds. She licked slowly - working up and down my slit. She spread my lips with he fingers and sucked gently on my folds. Easing two fingers into my wet pussy she worked her tongue up to my clit. \n\nI let out a gasp as her tongue flicked my bean about gently. Moaning as she sucked it slowly into her mouth. She curled her fingers as she licked faster. Moaning as my orgasm slowly built. I wove my fingers into her hair and pulled her towards me. I started to grind my hips on her tongue. Getting more and more stimulation. I arched my back as I got closer. I couldn’t help by grab a tit and squeeze - panting. \n\n“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Right there!” I panted. “Uuuugh! Ooooh!” I yelled as I came. \n\nI was still breathing heavy as she snuggled up beside me. We kissed. I could taste my juices on her lips. \n\n“My turn?” She asked wickedly. \n\nI smiled, “of course.” I started to run my hands over her breasts. Squeezing and teasing her - just the way I like. Her soft cooing egging me on. \n\n“Oh! You are up!” Tim said from the doorway. We both stop and look at him. He was in his house coat carrying a tray of coffees."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Finding an abandoned lab, you wander inside. Finding jars of various specimen, you go to pick one up. However, the jar slips from your hand and shatters on the ground. | [
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"content": "“Oh come on!” I yelled at Sarah as I crawled through the rubble. This was a area of the city we had never been to before. We had never ventured this far into the city before. \n\nThe war had ended fifty years ago but the world had never recovered. All of the major cities had been destroyed. The population decimated. We scavenged the cities for what we could - going deeper and deeper into the dangerous crumbling cities. \n\n“I don’t think we should be going in here,” Sarah yelled back. She scampered up behind me as I looked over the wreckage of the building. \n\nSarah was skinny as a rail and almost as tall as me. Her shiny purple hair was cut into a ragged bob. She wore a dirty t-shirt and a pair of worn out jean shorts with hiking boots. She had no boobs or hips to speak of. She could and has been mistaken for a boy often. Sarah is easily my best friend since forever. \n\n“We aren’t going back to the mall. It is so picked over. There is nothing left there. This place looks different. I bet there is some cool tech in here,” I said. \n\nSarah just rolled her eyes at me. “Fine.”\n\nWe crawled over the wreckage and rubble - going deeper and deeper into the building. We came across a curious room. \n\nIt was full of jars and bottles. White counter tops with sinks and burners and all manner lab equipment. We walked cautiously through the mess of the lab - looking at all of the curiosities. \n\nThere was a rack of jars full of creatures - or parts of them - suspended in fluids. \n\n“Look at this one?” I sad to Sarah. \n\nI picked up a jar with yellowish liquid in it and what appeared to be hundreds of nipples - human nipples in it - all floating around. \n\nSarah scowled. “That is so gross!” She said. “What is wrong with guys?” Is asked looking at me disapprovingly. “All guys love boobs - even a jar full of boob pieces,” she mocked me. \n\n“Ha ha! We don’t all - ,” the jar slipped from my hands and smashed on the floor. The liquid and disembodied nipples splashing on Sarah’s bare legs. \n\n“Oh gross! So gross!” Sarah squealed as she danced out of the splash zone - trying to kick the nipples off of her legs. “I can’t believe you did that!”\n\n“It was an accident! I am so sorry,” I said frantically. \n\n“Oh gawd! I don’t feel so good,” Sarah doubled over. “I - I - uuugh.” She collapsed to her knees. \n\nShe groaned wordlessly as I watched helplessly. I couldn’t help but notice as her shirt started to get tight. Her chest growing at an insane rate. In just moments her nipples were straining at the fabric of her shirt. The shirt stretched and stretched. \n\nSarah was pulling at her shorts. \n\n“Get them off! Get them off!” She screamed as she clawed at her short’s button. I got on my knees and undid the button as fast as I could. She pulled down her shorts as her hips seemed to flair. \n\nShe fell to her hands - panting frantically. The back of her shirt ripped as she screamed. Collapsing to the ground - crying. \n\nShe rolled onto her back. Her shredded shirt did nothing to hide her massive breasts. Her creamy white mounds had small areoles and hard nipples. Her heavy breathing making them heave. \n\nMy eyes drifted down her radically changed body. Her panties were stretched to their limits - hugging her wide hips. Shapely legs had replaced her scrawny legs. \n\n“Are you ok?” I asked quietly. \n\n“Yeah,” she whimpered. “I think so. What the hell happened?”\n\n“You got - thicc -,” I said slowly. \n\nSarah reached up and grabbed her boobs. “Oh my gawd! I have boobs!” She squeaked as she gave her massive tits a squeeze. \n\n“You got some serious tits,” I said. “Seriously seriously big tits.”\n\nSarah giggled - setting off a fit of jiggles through her boobs. \n\nThere was still a disembodied nipple on her leg. \n\n“Hold on,” I said as I tried to flick the nipple off of her shin. As soon as my finger touched the nipple it felt like my body was on fire. I screamed - falling to the floor. It felt like my chest was tearing and stretching - it was pure agony. \n\nThen it was just over. \n\nI was panting - staring up at the ceiling. \n\n“What the hell was that?” I whispered. \n\nSarah looked down at me. “You got - thicc,” she said seriously. \n\nI touched my chest. Holy fuck I got tits! Big fucking tits! In a panic, I quickly grabbed my crotch. \n\nI let out a big sigh as I felt that my cock was still there. \n\nSarah was sitting up - her beautiful tits on full display - she reached out and ran a finger over my breast. I gasped as her fingers ran over my nipples. \n\n“I think I like these on you,” she said with a smile. She palmed my breasts - giving them a hard squeeze. Leaning over - her tits squished into mine - and gave me a little kiss. She squirmed a little. Her nipples rubbing over mine."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Getting railed as a result of a failed adventure. | [
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"content": "\\- Heroine has to answer 3 riddles in order to pass the troll bridge. She's never been good at riddles. She goes to just cut the ugly troll's head off and move on but the bridge is the troll's prison; a spell prevents him from leaving his post in any way... so he's essentially invincible. She starts to take the 3-day journey around the gorge but the troll makes an offer. He could just give her the answers... in trade.\n\n\\- Tentacle monsters communicate telepathically. They require a physical connection for the telepathic link though... an orifice works best. The heroine decides that a negotiation would be best in this situation despite the potential discomfort.\n\n\\- The heroine failed to rescue the hive queen. The mission just got really fucked up and almost everyone died. That's how it goes in this business, win some / lose some. The hive chief is pretty upset, especially because the hive was preparing for the annual breeding of the queen. They're going to need a new vessel. Like now."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “How did you quell the wrath of the goddess?” *The royals asked. You’re too embarrassed to tell them she turned you into her new sex toy. | [
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"content": "Lady Valerie stood before the king and queen. The tall and lovely paladin did her best to spend a yarn about how she had met with the goddess of lust and had brought her to the light. She did her best to do so without telling any lies, as such, but she omitted much...\n\nShe didn't say anything about the fact that the goddess of lust appeared to her as a futanari succubus, one with a very thick and intimidating red cock just above her slavering pussy... And she didn't mention how the sight of her unholy body, full of its luscious curves, ripe, huge breasts, and indeed that cock and pussy had stirred a fire of sexual arousal in her almost immediately, despite herself.\n\nShe didn't mention getting flustered and agreeing to the actual deal that had quelled the goddesses wrath...\n\nAnd she stood in the center of the Royal Court, Lady Valerie suddenly felt a tingling within her sex, and she struggled to brace herself for what she knew was coming...\n\nSomewhere, in the plane of lust, a certain divine succubus was toying with the lips of her new onahole... One that was directly linked and a magic portal to the pussy of a certain paladin! She teased and caressed The pussies delicate and smooth labia, her divine awareness letting her watch as the blonde paladin shuddered in place and tried to maintain her composure. The goddess placed a delicate kiss on the toy's clitoris, and Valerie almost immediately started to roll and shift her hips. This was going to be fun!\n\nThe blonde paladin could feel her clit being sucked, even as fingers started to tease the entrance to her sex. The pleasure was undeniable, but she would be mortified if everyone in court saw her being used so lewdly. She had agreed to become the sex toy of the goddess of lust, and she was only an hour realizing just what that meant! The day and night she had spent in the goddesses realm had been heavenly, but the deal wasn't for a simple weekend, it was for life!\n\nShe felt a finger probe into her, and then another, she felt those fingers curl backwards and stroke along her g-spot, starting to warm her up. She could feel her panties getting soaked with her own wetness, as she tried to remain still. She hoped to excuse herself before it was too late, but unfortunately, it was already too late!\n\nShe felt a monstrous futanari cock ram into her with very little extra preamble, and she cried out, quickly covering her own mouth and making excuses about needing to tend to an injury. She could hardly start to walk yet though, as the goddess was playing with her new pocket pussy quite vigorously, and Valerie could feel every stroke. She practically bent in half, grabbing on to a pillar for support, as she felt her cunt being used like a cheap toy, and she couldn't believe how good it felt. A blush passed over her skin, and she could hardly stop herself from giving little shrieks and moans.\n\nHelpfully, a priestess of her order offered the idea that she might be experiencing a divine vision!\n\nThis was true... From a certain point of view.\n\nValerie writhed and moaned, clutching onto the pillar for support, her ass sticking out and her plump tits jiggling inside of her bodice, as she was fucked by the phantom cock of her lover. She came surprisingly quickly from the rough sex, and her pussy clenching around the goddess's fat cock was more than enough to give her lover that last bit of encouragement to pump her full of cum.\n\nThe cock inside of her exploded, and the slim and lovely paladin could actually feel her tummy starting to swell, as her womb was pumped full of divine seed, forcing her belly to stretch round and tight with cum. Valerie placed a hand on her stomach, she could feel her fingers spreading apart as her tummy rounded out, giving her the appearance of a woman just beginning to show her pregnancy. She hoped that the layers of her top were enough to hide it, although she could tell that some spectators had caught glimpses of what was going on. She could only imagine their questions.\n\nWith that, he fucking ended, for now... Valerie shuttered as she felt the giant cock slide out of her pussy. She was so tightly stretched around it that she could feel every vein.\n\nWith a new Demi goddess nestled inside her womb, a hand on her bloated tummy, and divine cum only barely contained by her panties and starting to drip down her thigh, the Savior paladin was finally able to excuse herself. A hot blush on her cheeks wasn't only from embarrassment though... She'd never been so turned on in her life! She hoped the goddess would use her again soon. Perhaps, with a prayer, she *would*..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman is pimped by her significant other, for the most irrelevant things | [
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"content": "\"Please baby, I know it hurts but we need this!\"\n\nDaisy shot her boyfriend a brief death glare, before throwing on the crocodile tears and giving out some pathetic whimpers.\n\n\"OH, Please, You're so thick! My virgin ass can't take so much!\"\n\nThe guy behind her started fucking even harder, his breath starting to rasp as he (hopefully) approached his climax.\n\nDaisy dropped her head so he couldn't see her massive eye roll, but kept up the act verbally. She even put her voice up into the little-girl register, maybe that would speed this up.\n\n\"Please, sir, it's just a carton of cigarettes, please please be nice to my tight little ass!\"\n\nHe buried himself all the way into her, and she could feel him shaking as he unloaded deep into her bowels. One of the benefits of dog style, she didn't have to see the stupid looks on their faces.\n\nShe looked at her boyfriend, who gave her the subtle nod that he has pulled out of her, and she started crawling over to him, pushing out more fake tears and being the very image of a desperate woman who had just sold her ass for cigs. \n\nHer boyfriend picked up his carton before wrapping his arms around her, seeming the penitent cuckolded man. The gas station attendant looked very smug as he straightened out his uniform and went back inside. \n\nThe very second the door closed behind him, she pushed her boyfriend away so hard he fell of the milk crates he was seated on. She got up and started angrily straightening out her own clothes.\n\n\"Seriously? Cigarettes? That was the best you could get this time?\"\n\n\"Its not my fault they have cameras on the gas pumps, at least we can sell these on for a good price! Besides, it's not like you can get hurt doing this.\"\n\n\"Lumbar-region persistent analgesia doesn't mean I can't get hurt from repeated anal-rape, it just means I can't feel it! And you need to stop using my ass to pay for all your shit!\"\n\nThey were getting back into their van now, her arms were still crossed in a huff. Her boyfriend was getting annoyed himself.\n\n\"Daisy, baby, it's not just *my* shit, alright. Gas keeps us both moving, we have never gone hungry, and remember that free stay in the honeymoon suite? How great was that week? Eh? Clearing out the minibar, all the pay-per-view we wanted? That juicy ass makes people happy, and it's costs you nothing but time.\"\n\nHe reached over to grab her hand, trying to bring her out of this mood. She reluctantly uncrossed her arms and took it.\n\n\"How about it, Daisy? Am I at least a little right?\"\n\n\"I guess. Maybe. A little. Fine. Whatever. But! I choose the next thing my ass buys, alright? You can still sell it, but I get to choose!\"\n\n\"Fine, what do you want? We'll find a spot that sells it, and hopefully there is a lonely schmuck willing to trade what you want for going balls deep in your ass.\"\n\n*3 days later*\n\nGod's above, this guy was perfect. A pompous little weasel, thought he was God's gift to women, and what a deal they has struck. All the baked goods that her boyfriend could carry out of the back door before this idiot came. Daisy had to really work to not laugh in this guy's face as he swaggered over, turned her around, and bent her over the parking lot handrail. \n\nShe stretched out her arms, and then folded them under her chin. No acting this time, no tears, no little girl voice. In fact, the opposite. Embarrass him, make it last longer. She waited a minute, after she was bumped forward a bit by his first massive thrust. She could hear his confused face, that she didn't cry out at all.\n\nShe turned her head around and gave a little smirk. \"Oh, are you in? Maybe try harder and I'll notice.\"\n\nShe didn't have to have sensation in her butt to know that he was wilting. But he couldn't let a challenge like that go unanswered. He started breathing hard, psyching himself up, and pushed in even deeper, but she just turned around and put her hands on the rail. \"Just let me know when it's over, OK? That shouldn't take long.\"\n\nAnd he was set off by that. Almost an hour he spent, huffing and puffing, slamming and slapping her ass as hard and deep as he could. Her boyfriend had long since emptied out the entire store, including the drinks fridge in the lobby, and was just standing there, smiling at her unflinching air of superiority. \n\nShe smiled right back. It was nice to have this with him, living off of the pathetic fantasies of weaker men. Sometimes she forgot that. What a real man she had.\n\nThe weasel finally let out a enraged, prolonged grunt as he finished for the second time and staggered back, falling onto a half-pallette of flour, spent and dehydrated. Daisy simply straightened up, put her skirt back on, and walked towards the van loaded with all the sugar and carbs they could ask for.\n\nAs one final dig on the weasel, she projected a bit when she said \n\n\"You were right, baby. I didn't feel a thing.\"\n\nThe sobs she heard breaking out behind her brought a satisfied grin to her face, and as her boyfriend drove off she reached over and started kissing him hard. Then she had an idea. She reached into the back and found a ring donut, undid her boyfriends pants and said \"Wanna see me eat this?\"\n\n\"I don't deserve you. Please do.\"\n\nTime for something they could *both* feel, and enjoy."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "I need to investigate how squishy you are." | [
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"content": "I sipped on my scalding hot coffee. The steam wafting off it a delight to my senses. It was too late for this kinda thing. Oh hell - it is so late it is actually early in the morning. \n\nAcross from me sat a contradiction that baffled the senses. \n\n“Run me through it, one more time,” I said as I twirled my pen around my thumb. I loosened my tie yet again. At this point I should take the damn thing off. \n\nShe sighed heavily. “How many times are we going to go over this?” She said - clearly exhausted. \n\n“Until it makes sense,” I said with a hardness I just didn’t feel. She came across as innocent and naive. Her story hadn’t wavered but it just didn’t make sense. \n\nShe ran her hands over her face. Her long blonde hair falling forward. Shaking her head she looked up at me. \n\n“The car crashed through the front of the store. It hit that man at the till. He went flying and crashed into me. When the shooting started - I pulled him behind the shelves to get him out of the line of fire. That’s it! That’s all I saw!” She pleaded. \n\n“That man weighs almost two hundred and fifty pounds. I saw the security camera video - he hit you. He hit you hard. You went down but there isn’t a mark on you. How do you explain that?” I asked as I tapped my pen on my notepad. \n\n“Just squishy and soft - I guess,” she said with a defiant frown. \n\n“Squishy? You are squishy?”\n\n“Yeah. I am soft and squishy.”\n\n“I think I am going to have to investigate just how squishy you are. I have never met someone so squishy as to walk off being hit by a guy the size of a line backer,” I said staring into her eyes. She was serious. I could read people. I knew when they were lying. When they were hiding things. She was an open book. \n\nI got up and paced the room. “You know how that sounds. Don’t you?” I asked. \n\n“Yeah.”\n\nI walked around behind her - and broke protocol. I set my hands on her shoulders. I gave her shoulders a squeeze. There was resistance but no bones. It was like squeezing one of those stress ball things. I was able to squeeze until my almost fingers touched. \n\n“What the hell?” I said under my breath. \n\nShe stood up - turning to face me. She smiled a little smile. \n\n“See? Squishy,” she said with a little tilt of her head. \n\nI touched her arm. There was still resistance but it just squished. \n\n“All of you is - squishy?” I asked confused. \n\nShe smiled. “Thats a bit personal - don’t you think detective?”\n\nI stood there. Just baffled. \n\n“But yes. All of me is squishy - mallable.” She stepped closer - pushing her not insignificant chest into me. She held up a hand - it went flat. Then inflated. Then into a ball. “I can assume almost any shape. It is the perk of being made out of slime.”\n\n“Slime?” I asked. \n\nShe winked at me. “I am what they call a ‘slime girl’,” she said. “My body is basically jello. Can’t be hurt from an impact. Can stretch to accommodate - ,” she paused and grabbed my cock through my pants, “ - any size of equipment.” Her eyes were locked on mine. \n\n“Not really the sort of thing I go around telling strangers. Not the sort of thing that fits into police reports,” she said as backed up. \n\nHer squished tits took a second to resume their normal shape. I am not too proud to say I watched with rapt fascination as they did so. She smiled at my scare-roused face. Let out a little chuckle and sat back down in her seat. \n\nI sat down in mine - not taking my eyes off of her. “I am going to say that it was adrenaline. That you are sore and bruised but we’re able to shake it off due to adrenaline,” I explained. \n\n“Seems reasonable,” she said with a smile. \n\n“I have so many questions,” I said quietly. “I can’t help but wonder what kinds of things you can do.”\n\nShe leaned back in her chair. “I have a feeling those are the sorts of questions and answers that you want to have - off of the record.” She smiled. “You know where to find me. Stop by sometime - unofficially - and I will show you all of the things I can do,” she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows."
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"content": "Alex was in the middle of work when she heard a soft knock at her door \"who is it?\" \n\n\"It's Brendan, I lost my phone again could you help me look for it?\"\n\nAlex rolled her eyes a small smile blooming on her face as she shook her head. That's the 6th time this week you need a belt clip or something.\n\nAlex left her room and began looking with Brendan and Clarissa. Where did you have it last? Alex said checking the entertainment center. She stood on her tippt toes. \n\nI'm not sure.\n\nI'm buying you a bright pink fanny-pack to keep up with your phone. Clarissa threatened as she she checked under the couch.\n\n\"Oh good heavens my masculinity will be in tatters.\"\n\nI'll text it Alex said grabbing her phone from the pocket of her yogapants.\n\nDon't worry about it. I'll find eventually. Brendan rushed out.\n\nAlex looked at him questioningly but put her phone away.\n\nHowever she didn't need to text because someone did.\n\nHey, hotstuff is that your joyc- the rest was muffled. but Brendan heard enough because he raced to the couch and lifted a cushion a smile sprouting on his face as he extracted his phone. \"Thanks guys, sorry\" Brendan said softly.\n\nAlex paused that text alert sounded oddly familiar for some reason. Alex walked back toward her room and pulled the door up before quickly sending Brandon a random meme she saved. Alex listened closely for the notification sound. \n\n\"Hey Hotstuff is that your joycon or are you just happy to see me~\"\n\nAlex's eye widened in suprise \n\n_that's why it sounded familiar_\n\nAlex smirked and softly shut her door.\n\n_If that was his text alert then there's a slim chance I know what his ringtone is._\n\nClarrissa's laugh ecohed from the living room. \"Hotstuff\" Really?\n\nH-Hey, everyone needs a pick me up. he whinned.\n\nExcitement raced through Alex in anticipation of Brendan loosing his phone again.\n\nHours later Darn it! was followed by clanking pots and shuffling papers.\n\nAlex bit her lip as she quickly found Brendan's number and hit the call button.\n\n\"Hey big boy, this solo mission's getting lonely.\"\n\nThe thought that Brendan had requested those recordings never realing it was Alex made her wet.\n\nI only told my roomates. I voice act and model I never mentioned what type of content. Maybe it's time to give my secret fan a peek behind the curtain?\n\nI assembled my old Cass Cowgirl cosplay delighted to see the Black T-shirt and Yogapants still fit. Even though it was a bit snug I didn't worry. I wouldn't be needing it for too long anyway.\n\nI slowly spun in my body length mirror and struck a pose. Smiking into the mirror before heading to Brendan's room. I paused at the door knock firmly \"who is it?\"\n\nIt's Alex, I want to talk do you have a second?\" my heart racing.\n\nSure, \n\nI walked in and leaned against the door. Alex was sitting at his PC, he turned to me Hey Alex what's- Alex paused as he looked at me from head to toe \"Wow your cospaying Cass? I love her! Anyhoo whatd you wanna talk to me about?\"\n\nI smirked before matching Cass's voice perfctly.\n\n\"As I spoke I slowly cossed the rom\" You made me worry when you didn't answer your phone quickly Hotstuff.\n\nBrendan's eyes wided in recognition and I swear I saw a buldge in his sweatpants.\n\nI climbed into his lap and pressed my mound to his hard cock. Coiled my arms around his neck I wanted to see if you were interested in a Co-op. Oh, is that your Joycon or are you happy to see me~"
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"content": "Jared wasn't all that remarkable by our standards. Average build, average height, average dick size. The only thing that wasn't entirely unremarkable about him was his sex drive. His libido was off the charts. It was a huge problem in college. He was *always* horny. The littlest things gave him hard-ons. One glance at a short skirt and he'd pop a boner. It wasn't the most impressive boner, but he got it up fast.\n\nHe barely survived college, but his anthropology degree wasn't immediately useful. He waited tables and tended bars for a couple years waiting for an opportunity that he feared would never come. Then, one day, an old college professor emailed him asking if he could tag along on an expedition as a research assistant. It wasn't a paid job, but the travel and meal expenses would be covered, and it sure beat listening to sob stories from drunks at the bar.\n\nThe research team went to a remote area of the Amazon rainforest where a fair-skinned pygmy tribe had been spotted by fishermen along the river. They arrived shortly before sunset and pitched camp. Jared had several frights setting up the tent. He had fallen in love with anthropology, but never dreamed he'd have to deal with so many massive insects and deadly snakes.\n\nIt happened quickly. The warriors silently infiltrated camp once the last light had been turned off, and suddenly their tents were all ripped into and they were taken captive. The research team consisted of Jared, his professor, and two female students Jared didn't know.\n\nThey were all carried away, their hands tied. Jared stumbled and tripped the whole way. His bare feet were too soft for the rainforest and he was sure he'd step on something sharp or deadly, but somehow he made it to their village without incident. He wore nothing but his boxer briefs, while the other three had full pajamas on, tops and bottoms.\n\nJared and the others were lashed to four trees and left out over night. He couldn't sleep. There were too many sounds, too many things crawling on him. At some point during the night he passed out from exhaustion.\n\nHe was jerked awake by a short, stout woman wearing nothing but a loincloth. She was untying the ropes from around the tree. He collapsed to the ground and she forcefully led him to where the others were already being held. The woman was strong, despite only being perhaps 4 feet tall. He wasn't a strong man, and he was inclined to believe she'd easily best him in a fight. Plus, she had weapons, and he didn't. She had nice, blue eyes and blond hair, which was unusual for this region of the continent. Jared found he couldn't take his eyes off her, especially since she was half naked. Despite being tired and scared, he felt himself getting hard. She looked young, maybe early 20s, and she was very fit. Her hair was long but pulled back and braided tightly against her head.\n\nThey were each held by similarly tough, armed warrior women in a clearing, and a slightly older woman, perhaps in her 30s, stood before them, peering up at them. She was particularly interested in the two girls the professor had brought along. After a while, she said something in their native tongue, something in the same language family as Aztec, though Jared couldn't understand it, and the two women were released. They looked around, bewildered, and the warriors that had been holding them escorted them away.\n\n*They respect the women*, Jared thought to himself. The woman in charge looked the professor over. She pulled his pants down and inspected him. Eventually she grunted something and the professor was dragged back to the tree. Then she went over to Jared, smiling. She had an air of approval about her. She went straight for his shorts, pulling them down and revealing his cock. She looked up at him with a smirk, lifted the tip of his penis gingerly, and watched as he grew hard almost immediately. She grinned and quickly barked some kind of command.\n\nJared was dragged, his shorts still around his ankles, to a hut and thrown inside. The chief came in, clapped her hands to her chest, and let out some kind of high pitched cry. Without even removing her skirt she mounted Jared, who was on his back. His cock felt uncomfortably constricted as it slid into her extremely wet, tiny pussy. It felt so wrong with her being so tiny, but he had to admit, it was turning him on immensely. The tightness and the pressure gave his erection something to fight against, and it seemed to have a similar effect on the woman.\n\nShe moaned wildly, pulling out whatever had been holding her hair up. Long, silky smooth blond hair poured down around her as she threw her head back and groaned, rocking her hips back and forth, pulling his cock to and fro like a lever inside of her. It felt amazing and he gasped as he felt an orgasm beginning to boil over. But he wanted to *really* show this woman what he could do.\n\nHis hands were still bound but he sat up and threw his arms around her, pulling her down against his chest. He lifted his hips and began to thrust into her rapidly. She yelled out but was quickly overcome with gasping laughter as his comparatively massive cock penetrated her deep and hard. He rolled over until he was on top and used his bound hands to get up on his knees. Slipping his feet from his shorts he got up from his knees one foot at a time, the tribe leader still skewered on his rock-hard boner.\n\nShe dutifully wrapped her powerful but short legs around his waist and clasped her hands on his shoulders. She was smiling and moaning loudly, her full weight pushing her harder onto his erection. With his hands tied he had to pinch her torso between his elbows, lifting her by the armpits, but he made do. He bounced her on his cock repeatedly, earning several long and enthusiastic vocalizations that were unfamiliar yet obvious. She got tighter as her pussy began to constrict in pulsing waves of ecstasy. She let out a long moaning grunt followed by a breathy sigh. She reached up with her mouth and bit his lower lip playfully and approvingly.\n\nBut Jared wasn't done. He walked over to the wall of the hut and pushed her up against hit, pulling his hands out from behind her and holding his wrists between them. He looked at her expectantly. She took the hint and untied him with dramatic flare. Keeping her pressed against the wall he grabbed her thighs, his long fingers pulling her ass cheeks apart, and began fucking her against the wall. She threw her head back in pleasure while he thrust up and into her over and over.\n\nHe bent his neck and began kissing her. She was stiff and awkward at first. *Was this... her first kiss?* he wondered. Soon though her eyes were closed and she was moaning and kissing him passionately. Her tongue fought and wrestled with his violently as she attacked his face viciously with her lips. She pulled herself into him, her perky, small tits pressing into his chest. He backed away from the wall and went to the bed where he laid her down on her back and continued thrusting his hips against her while they made out.\n\nEventually he pulled away from the kissing. She reached longingly with her lips but he slid down and put his face between her legs. She gasped as he dove in, his tongue dancing expertly around her petite and delicious pussy. He slipped a single finger inside and began tickling her in the pleasure zone deep inside. She cried out ferociously as she began pulsating like a quivering puppet on his finger while his tongue prolonged the orgasm by massaging her clit. She collapsed after that second orgasm. In fact, her breathing slowed and it looked like... She fell asleep!\n\n[Continued in a child comment.]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Dude I’m not gonna lie, you’ve been a bit of a dick this week. Stressed? Pent up? Why didn’t you say so; drop your drawers, handsome, let me suck your dick. What’s a little blowjob between roomies?” | [
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"content": "I slammed my bedroom door and walked into the living room. Kicking the throw pillow on the floor I stomp into the kitchen. I open the fridge and scan the contents - even though I know exactly what is in there. \n\nFuck. \n\nI slam the fridge door and stalk back into the living room. Pacing about. \n\n“Dude,” Suzy says from the couch, “what is up with you?” She asked concerned. “You have been rude and restlessly and just - well - you have been a dick. All week. What’s up with you?”\n\nSuzy is sitting cross legged on the couch. Wearing her favourite university swag t-shirt that she had modified into a crop top. It was easily two or three sizes too small. It made her big tits stretch the top to its limits while showing off her impressively flat abs. She always wore volley ball short shorts around the house. They hugged her hips and bubble butt in ways that made me think things I really shouldn’t think about my roommate. \n\n “Sorry. Sorry,” I said repentantly. “Tina is out of town this week. And next week. I got mid terms and assignments due,” I ran my hand through my messy hair. “I am just - fuck - stressed and pent up and frustrated and - aaaaagh!” I was more worked up than I had realized. I went back to pacing. “I can think straight. I can’t concentrate. I tried jerking off a couple of times but some how that just made it worse - I am a fucking wreck!”\n\nI realized after I said it that I had probably said way too much. Too much information does not make for a good roommate situation. \n\nSuzy unfolded her shapely legs and stood up. She walked over to me and put her hand on my chest. Pushing me back until I bumped into a wall. Her eyes locked on mine. \n\n“You just need a little release. No biggie. Drop your drawers handsome - let me help you out,” she said with a sympathetic smile. \n\n“Just like that‽ drop my drawers and you will *help me out*?” I asked incredulously. \n\nShe untied the string on my sweat pants with a patient smile. \n\n“Sure. Why not? It is just a blowjob. No strings attached. No emotional connection. You are a frustrated mess that can’t focus on anything. I am just trying to help you out. No different than you helping me with calculus last week,” Suzy said. \n\nShe got the string untied. Slipping her fingers behind the waist band of my sweats, she locked eyes with me. \n\n“Let me help you out,” she smiled. \n\nWithout breaking eye contact - she slowly went down to her knees. Her hands still under my waist band - she looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes - slowly pulling down my sweat pants and boxers in one slow continuous motion. \n\n“There you are,” she said as she freed my cock from my pants. I was soft as can be. Kissing me softly on the shaft she continued to lower my pants until they hit the floor. \n\nShe kissed my cock like it was the most precious thing in the world. Little kisses on the shaft. A little lick on the tip. She sucked me into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the tip. \n\n“Oh, gawd,” I moaned. Leaning my head against the wall. \n\nSuzy moaned as she sucked and licked my hardening cock. She started stroking it as she licked my frenulum. I got hard faster than I thought possible. \n\n“Oh, I think he likes me,” she teased as she stroked my shaft and sucked on the tip. She was getting wonderfully sloppily - saliva dripping off of my hard cock as she sucked and teased. A drop of saliva dripped on her shirt. \n\n“Well fuck,” she said staring at the drool mark on her tight shirt. She pulled her shirt off over her head - revealing her big perky tits. She dropped the shirt of the ground and looked up at me. “I don’t want to get it dirty,” she said and then sucked my cock back into her mouth. \n\nShe pressed her tits into my thighs as she bobbed on my cock. The creamy soft flesh of her tits on my legs was amazing. \n\nSitting up straighter - she wrapped her tits around my cock. She squeezed them together - jerking me off with her tits. She spit down her cleavage - giving me some lube. \n\n“Fuck’em! Fuck my titties! Come on!” She taunted me. \n\nI started thrusting into those magnificent titties. I grabbed her shoulders and thrust with all my might. \n\n“Yeah! Just like that,” she moaned. \n\nHer tits were bouncing and jiggling with each thrust. She stared up at me with a wide smile as I fucked her tits. \n\n“Oh fuck! Fuck! I am going to cum!” I swore. \n\nShe let her tits go and swallowed my cock - taking all of me into her mouth in one smooth motion. She grabbed my hips and pulled me into her face. \n\n“Oh gawd! Uuuuuugh!” I yelled as I came. My cock bucked and leapt - pumping a massive load of frustrated cum down her throat. \n\nShe pulled back. Licking the tip. Gently sucking on my cock. Getting every last drop from me. She gave my cock a little peck. \n\nShe grabbed her shirt off of the ground and pulled it back on. \n\n“Better?” She asked. \n\n“Yeah. I think so,” I replied. \n\n“See‽ No big deal.” She gave me a wink and a smile and sat back down on the couch like nothing had happened at all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] prompts containing FFM threesome, humiliation, corruption needed. Pls prompt me. You may or may not add any other kink or tag as per your requirements. | [
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"content": "A married couple have a very happy life together, with one exception. Their sex life sucks. They discovered far too late that they are both dominant, and taking turns having fun while having sex just doesn't cut it for them. So they decide not to divorce, but try to find a third. And lo and behold, they found a cute girl who wants to explore submission. Time for her to find out what being humiliated, spanked and fucked stupid feels like."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She pooks like a bimbo, but she's actually the sweetest person you'll ever meet. | [
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"content": "Joy Summers was the very picture of a walking sex doll. With her sunny blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, leggy, hourglass figure, and her all natural, round and perky double g cup blimp tits, she loved wearing bikinis or bras as tops, and she seldom or a skirt that came more than halfway down her thighs or pants that weren't skin tight.\n\nToday, she was wearing a bright pink lacy bikini top and a pink ruffled mini skirt along with 4 inch wedge sneakers, with only a tiny pink jacket as a nod to the beginning of fall. Her long blonde hair was tied into a voluminous ponytail, and her bangs featured her cute face. Her practically bee-stung lips were the same hot pink as her bikini, and he had a black choker with a pink heart on it encircling her graceful little neck.\n\nShe sashayed down the winding path from her house with a deliberate bounce in her step, making sure to put a bit of jiggle in her tits. \"After all, you never know who might be watching!\"\n\nJoy was making her rounds, and it had already been a busy day for her.\n\nHer stepbrother, Brian, had been up studying all night, and he'd been working so hard that he hadn't even had a chance to jack off! Joy knew that he hadn't gotten off either. After all, their bedrooms shared a wall, and he wasn't quite as quiet as he thought he was. That morning, before his alarm was supposed to wake him up for University, Joy snuck into his room and, still in her underwear, she slipped into bed with him.\n\nJoy pulled up the t-shirt she'd been sleeping in, and she pressed her giant, naked tits up against her stepbrother's back, smooshing them against him, as she reached around and grabbed his cock. She stroked him in his sleep until he started to stir, and when he did, she rolled him over and lay on top of him, still stroking his cock, all while smothering his face with her tits. She pressed his cock against her thigh and rubbed and massaged his hot, heavy manhood while he sleepily nuzzled her breasts.\n\n\"You need to take a break to enjoy yourself, bro,\" She whispered, as she stroked him with her nimble, soft fingers and buried him in her huge and far softer breasts. She rubbed her body against him, straddling one of his thighs, even as she stroked his cock against one of hers. He could feel her slim tummy rubbing against him and he could feel her thighs squeezing him, even as he enjoyed the exquisite marshmallow hell of her breasts. It didn't take long for him to pop, and he came what felt like a pint of hot sperm all over her thighs and stomach, even soaking her panties a little bit. She'd gotten off herself, too, coming from grinding on his thigh, rubbing her clit on him through her panties. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before she slipped off to shower. \n\nBrian almost drifted back to sleep, dreaming and overwhelmed with pleasure, but his alarm brought him back to The waking world just in time for his own shower and school. He definitely had a bounce in his step, as he came down for breakfast. \n\nDressed for the day, herself, Joy gave him a quick kiss and a titty flash before she handed him a breakfast sandwich consisting of bacon, eggs, cheese, and freshly made strawberry jam between two warm Belgian waffles. His smile and blush, along with the feeling of his fresh hard-on brushing against her thigh, were all the thanks she needed.\n\nOnce Brian had left, Joy breezed through her own online classes. She might have sounded like a valley girl stereotype, but That just made it even more fun to be a straight A student. She still needed to get next door though!"
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"content": "New tentacles surged towards Lila. They slid under the hem of her flannel top, ripping the buttons apart with a swift, fluent motion. The fabric gave way, exposing her perky breasts and small, hard nipples. The tentacles continued their destructive path, shredding her flimsy panties, revealing her neatly trimmed sex.\n\nA tentacle curled around her waist to hold her securely, while another surged towards her moist slit. Slick and pulsating, it rubbed against her clit before pushing into her pussy. She whimpered as it slid into her, filling her in a way no human cock could. Yet another tentacle surged forth and wrapped around her head, pushing her mouth open before thrusting into her throat.\n\nAs one tentacle fucked her pussy and another filled her throat, her body rocked with the force and rhythm of the brutal thrusts. The strange, alien texture of the appendages grated against every nerve ending in her body. The pleasure coiling in her belly was surprising and intense, erupting throughout her body as she was brought to the brink of orgasm.\n\nThe force of her climax was devastating, ripping a guttural scream from her, which was muffled by the tentacle in her mouth. Her body convulsed wildly, riding out the tremors and aftershocks as she came, soaking the appendage thrusting mercilessly inside her.\n\nMeanwhile, Mia was still being roughly fucked by an array of tentacles. They plunged into all her holes, their strokes relentless and their grip tight. They rammed into her with a merciless pace, an otherworldly machine of relentless pleasure. Panting and writhing with ecstasy, Mia moaned and shuddered, body convulsing as another powerful orgasm rocked through her.\n\nFinally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ryan began to slow. His monstrous form began to shrink back, appendages becoming less sinewy and more like human hands and arms. He collapsed onto the couch between Lila and Mia, his body slicked with sweat, a husky sigh escaping his chapped lips.\n\nA few moments passed before Lila found her voice, her breath still coming in sharp, heated pants. As she recovered and the room ceased to spin, she managed to spit out, her voice filled with exasperation, \"God dammit Mia.\"\n\nLying on the other side of the couch, Mia grinned wickedly. She traced her fingers across her battered pussy, still reeling from the fuck of her life. Catching her breath, she said, \"Totally. Fucking. Worth it.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The sexy hunk of a fireman drew his eyes across your body, gently flexing his broad shoulders and taught pecs in a way that could only send one clear message: It was time for the annual battery change in your smoke detectors. | [
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"content": "I was home alone - just sitting on the couch, scrolling through Reddit on my phone. Just a lazy Saturday afternoon. \n\nThe door bell rang. I got up to answer the door. I took a quick look in the hallway mirror to make sure I was presentable. \n\nMy long brown hair was in messy curls. I pushed it back behind an ear - trying to get it out of my face. I wore an old band swag t-shirt. It was a bit too small - it was tight around my bust - but serviceable. My lulu lemon shorts hugged my hips and butt. \n\nI let out a sigh. \n\nOh well, it is Saturday afternoon. Who ever is at my door better not be expecting much. \n\nI open the door to see a muscular young man in a black t-shirt with a fire fighter logo on the chest. His arms are thick and bulging - straining the arms of his t-shirt. He has a square jaw, pale blue eyes, and a devastating smile. \n\n“Hey,” he said with a smile. “I’m Paul. I am with the local fire hall. We are going door to door checking and changing batteries in smoke detectors.”\n\nThe muscles in his chest did a quick flex. \n\nI leaned up against the door frame, putting a hand on my hip. \n\n“I see. Is there any - charge - for your services?” I asked coyly. \n\n“No ma’am,” he said with a smile. \n\n“Ma’am‽” I giggled. “Call me Suzy,” I said with a warm smile. I twisted the lower edge of my t-shirt - revealing my tight abs while making the shirt even tighter across my chest. The neck of my shirt dipped as I twisted the corner - showing off my cleavage. “Do you offer any other - services - I should be aware of?” I teased. \n\nHis eyes glanced to my chest - lingering a moment more than is polite. Then to my exposed abs. Back to my face. He flexed his shoulders and pecs unconsciously. \n\n“Sorry ma’am, I mean Suzy. Just the smoke alarms today,” said with a little gulp. \n\n“Mmmmm,” I growled quietly, “that is too bad. Why don’t you come in and checkout my - smoke detectors,” I said hungrily. \n\nI don’t know what is with me today. I am usually not so forward. Oh, what difference does it make? A girl can flirt - there is no harm in that. What my husband doesn’t know can’t hurt him - right?\n\nPaul came into the house, carrying a little three step stepladder with him. I closed the door behind him and checked out his tight ass. It flexed wonderfully as he walked into the house. \n\n“There is one right over here,” I said pointing to the hallway just off the entry way. \n\nPaul opened up his little ladder and climbed up to the smoke detector. With him on the top step of his little ladder - his waist was just about eye for me. I noticed that he had a bulge in his pants. I chuckled to myself - I was turning him on. A smile spread across my face. \n\nI stood close to his ladder - very close. I looked up at him, “how many - batteries - have you changed today?” I asked in a sultry voice. \n\nHe looked down at me from his ladder. His eyes going straight to the cleavage I was showing. \n\n“Aaah, ummm, yours is the third house I have done today,” he stammered. Averting his eyes back to the smoke detector. \n\nI placed my hand on his bulge. I rubbed it gently though his pants. I could feel him getting harder as I rubbed. \n\nHe cleared his throat. “All done here,” he said as he stepped down. “Where are your other smoke detectors?”\n\nSmiling, I tilted my head towards the kitchen. “There is one over here.” I lead the way to the second smoke detector. \n\nHe setup his ladder again. I stood so close that his body brushed against my tits as he went up the ladder. I didn’t waste a moment - petting his hard cock through his pants. I swear I could feel his heartbeating in his cock as I petted him. He let out a little moan as I squeezed his cock through his pants. \n\nI watched him closely. He had been done with this smoke detector for a while now - but he wasn’t moving. \n\n“There is still one more smoke detector,” I prompted him. \n\n“Right. Yes. Lead the way,” he said. \n\nI lead him up stairs. I walked up the stairs slowly so he could watch my sweet bubble butt flexing in my tight lulu lemon pants. \n\n“It’s right here,” I said with a big smile, pointing up at the smoke detector. \n\nHe set up his ladder again. I put my hand on his should and let it trail down his pecs and over his abs as he climbed the ladder. \n\n“How can I ever thank-you for your help?” I asked. \n\n“It is just a couple of batteries. No big deal he said. \n\n“Nonsense,” I said as I undid his belt buckle. “Up and down the ladder,” I undid the button on his pants, “saving me from having to go all the way up there.” I slowly unzipped his pants. “It is a great service you are doing for your community.” I pulled his pants and boxers down - letting his cock spring free. “For your community and - for - me.” I said slowly. \n\nHe was looking down at me, breathing heavy. His cock hard and bobbing with his heartbeat. \n\n“Is there nothing I could do to show my appreciation?” I gave the tip of his cock the lightest of licks. “Nothing at all,” I said with big puppy dog eyes. \n\n“There is no need, really - oh gawd!” He moaned as I sucked his cock into my mouth. \n\n“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned, “you are excited to do your job aren’t you?” I asked as I licked the stringy precum from the tip of his cock. I flicked my tongue over and into his hole on the tip of his cock. \n\nHe moaned loudly. I sucked the tip into my mouth loudly. Relishing the feel of his big cock in my mouth. I stroked his shaft as I sucked his tip - popping it out to take a breather. I licked his frenulum - getting a fresh wave of moans from him. I sucked on it - pulling it into my mouth as my had explored his balls. \n\nI bobbed on his cock - taking more and more of it into my mouth. He was too big to take all the way into my mouth. \n\nIt had been years since I had a cock this big. \n\nI licked my way up the side of his shaft. Polished the tip. Then back down the other side. I licked my way up the underside - tickling his frenulum - and then sucked on his tip some more. \n\nHe was panting. His hands were against the ceiling - holding himself steady. I teased and licked him. \n\n“Oh gawd!” He moaned. “Yes! Yes! Fuuuuuuck!” He panted. “I am going to -,” his cock bucked in my mouth - pumping a hot load of cum onto my tongue. I swallowed and sucked some more - running my hands up his tight clenched abs. “Yes! Yes!” He moaned as I sucked every drop from his balls. \n\nI stepped back and admired his dripping cock. He is a fine hunk of man. \n\n“It’s too bad you don’t offer any other - services,” I said meaningfully. “After all, my bedroom is right here.” I strutted into my bedroom."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Character:- Esdeath (Anime - Akame ga kill) Tags:- Selfcest, Clones, Duplicates, Bdsm. | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Erotic story where at least 1 character in it has a limb prosthesis and is involved in sexual act. Please don't fetishize disabled people though. | [
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"content": "Steam rose through the vents of the street. Diffusing the neon lights of the city. The city proper rose hundreds of floors above ground level. The sky scrapers were in the clouds - so high they had to be pressurized for the occupants to breath. \n\nThey city had grown out of control in the last hundred years. The rich and famous living a thousand floors up while the rest of us eked out a living down in the smog and filth. \n\nI walked my beat - up and down seventy seventh ave from Baker’s street to Samson street. It was a living - barely. People who lived at ground level didn’t have the credits to eat - let alone pay for my company. \n\nI strutted up the street. My cybernetic leg as shapely as my natural leg - the only difference was - my four inch heels didn’t make that foot hurt. \n\nSome fool tried to steal my purse. He didn’t get three feet before the pulse canon in my right hand blew a hole through his chest. What was he thinking? No woman can walk these streets without being able to protect herself. \n\nA car - a fancy car - pulled over just a few feet up the street from me. I strutted over. Adjusting my top as I did so. My tits were easily my best feature. Big, perky and one hundred percent natural. \n\nI leaned over and tapped on the car’s window. My top gaping to give the driver a good view down my shirt. Who could resist tits like this?\n\nThe window slid down. \n\n“Hey baby, you looking for some company?” I asked. \n\nThe driver - a kid - maybe twenty, looked at me in a panic. \n\n“I took my dad’s car,” he said frantically, “I don’t know how to drive! I can’t get home!” He was on the verge of tears. \n\nI let out a big sigh. \n\n“Baby, this is a three million credit car. You took it out and down know how to drive it?”\n\nHe shrugged. “Yeah. I guess,” he said weakly. \n\n“I don’t do nothing for free. Five hundred credits and I will drive you home,” I said with a wicked smile. \n\n“You know how to drive?” He asked in a panic. \n\n“Baby - for five hundred credits I can do things you have never even heard of,” I said in my most sultry tone. \n\n“Ok. But straight home,” he said, scared shitlesss. \n\nHe slid into the passenger seat and I walked around to the driver’s side. The car was so low there was no way to to get in without giving him a bit of a show. My skirt rode up as I got in the car - showing off my shaved pussy. I sat down and pulled my skirt back into place. \n\n“I need the credits up front,” I said seriously. “Last thing I need is to get you home and for you sic security on me. Credits…” I said holding out my right arm. \n\nHe touched his wrist to mine - connecting our implants - transferring five hundred credits directly into my account. \n\n“Pleasure doing business with you,” I said with a wink. I slam on the accelerator. This car can move. We went from zero to a hundred kph in less than a second - pushing us back into our seats. \n\nI let out a whoop as he whimpered. \n\nWe skim through the ground level streets for a few seconds before going into a steep climb. I am screaming in delight as the car climbs hundreds of stories in just a few moments. \n\nCars are zinging by in all directions as we shoot straight up through the middle of it all. We burst through the smog and clouds - out into the fresh air of the elite stories. \n\n“Where we going?” I ask as I fly with reckless abandon. \n\n“Level three thousand. South west corner,” he says with wild eyes. Holding onto his chair like his life depended on it. \n\nI went higher and higher. I had never been so high in the city before. The air was clear and pure. The sun lit everything up. \n\nI pulled into the parking garage of the three thousandth floor. The garage was nicer than any place I had ever seen. The floors done in granite and the walls all polished marble. \n\n“Stall fifty five,” he said pointing to an open stall. I pulled the e-brake. Spinning in a three sixty and then sliding backwards into the stall. He screamed the entire time. I couldn’t help but laugh. \n\n“Gawd! That was better than sex!” I said with a satisfied smile. \n\n“I wouldn’t know,” he said with a whimper. \n\nI looked over at him. Eyeing him up slowly. My usual rate was twenty credits for a blow and fifty for the full deal. But this kid was pure money. \n\n“Five hundred more credits and you will know,” I said with a sultry smile. He looked at me in a panic - like I had called his bluff or something. I let me right hand wander over to his crotch. Rubbing him through his pants. He was already hard. The excitement of the ride here had done all of the hard work for me. \n\nI looped my finger over the waist band of his pants. \n\n“What do you say, Mr. three thousandth floor?” I tried to lock eyes with him but he was furiously flicking between my eyes and my hand on his crotch. \n\nHe nodded - holding out his arm. I touched my implant to his and he transferred five hundred more credits to me. \n\nMy cybernetic fingers morphed into a hooked blade and I sliced his pants - from waist to crotch - in a single fluid motion. His hard cock sprung out of pants."
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"content": "Mark was relaxing on the couch when he heard a chime at the door. He got up and was surprised to see an elderly man delivering a huge bag from his favorite sushi place. It looked like it was dragon rolls and some of his other favorites.\n\nHe was still looking confusedly into the bag And just about to set it down when his wife, Cindy came bouncing in. She smelled fresh from the shower, and looked like she'd just hastily albeit expertly put on a bit of lipstick and eyeliner. She wasn't wearing anything but a pair of blue panties and tiny abbreviated Lions t-shirt that hung from her full, large breasts and left her entire midriff bare. The bottoms of her braless tits were peeking out from underneath like a couple of weighty orbs and wobbling quite freely.\n\n\"Hey, Babe!\" She said, quite excitedly. \"Oh! The sushi's here! I'm glad it got here first.\" \n\n\"You ordered sushi?\" Mark asked, as he put some of the food down on the coffee table.\n\n\"Yeah...\" She said, smiling broadly, although there was a hint of nervousness in her voice. \"All your favorites! My treat! The streams have been going really well recently!\" \n\nMark smiled, \"oh great. I'm glad. Thanks!\" His wife's internet modeling career had been super successful, which shouldn't have been surprising, considering how hot she was. The tall, leggy redhead had a body that made cosplaying Jessica rabbit an on the nose choice, and her audience always ate up her TOS testing streams, where she regularly wore as little as she could get away with. And then there was her members content... Mark chuckled to himself, a little. He was glad he wasn't the jealous type. He was interrupted in his thoughts by Cindy thrusting something towards him in her hand.\n\n\"These are for you!\" She chirped, bouncing a little bit in place as she proffered a stack of small cards towards him.\n\n\"What are... What are these?\" He said, as he looked at them, fanning open the snack and noticing that they were each little illustrated cards describing a sexual favor he could request from her. \"One blowjob, negates a no, free use for a day...\" Some of these were really good! \"Why are you giving me these?\" He asked, his suspicions starting to rise.\n\nCindy blushed, shifting her shapely thighs and looking away for a moment, before she turned and forced a smile. \"You know... I just want you to feel appreciated, as my husband... \" A noise outside seemed to distract her, but she quickly started speaking again. \"And I don't want you to be mad!\"\n\n\"Mad about wha...\" Mark started to speak, but a knock on the door cut him off.\n\nCindy winced, looking at the door and then looking back at Mark, before she looked back towards the door again. \"It's, um... It's, like, unlocked...\" \n\nThe door opened, and Trevor, a photographer who had done some of Cindy's photo shoots stepped in. Tall, and dark, and extremely handsome, Trevor was easy to remember. He and Cindy kept up with each other online, but the last time Mark had actually seen him in person had been last year. Last year when...\n\n\"Cindy!\" Mark shouted, \"Cindy! Seriously!? Again?\"\n\nCindy winced again and blushed, covering her face with her hands. \"Sorry! I just... I just, like, thought this was going to be a sure thing. The lions are really good this year! And they even won! They just didn't win by, like, quite as much as I thought. I might have gotten a little overzealous...\"\n\n\"So, I win!\" Trevor interjected, gamely. \"And that means I get to fuck the hottest girl I know,\" He said, as he stepped over towards Cindy and put a hand around her small waist, his fingers spreading out across the curve of her round and perky bubble butt. He gave her rump a little squeeze, and Cindy hopped a little, even as she seemed to be writhing in place a little bit, and her nipples were tenting her shirt.\n\n\"Cindy! Every year...\" Mark said, rubbing his face with his palm. He picked up a container of sushi and he started towards the far end of the room. \"I'm going to go eat this in my office...\"\n\nCindy raised a finger, nervously making a small squeak before she spoke. \"Uh... Actually, I might need you to stay... Sorry again...\"\n\n\"You gotta watch, dude,\" Trevor said, with a shrug and a half apologetic smile, even as he stroked Cindy's thigh. \"Your wife said you would.\"\n\nMark sighed and rolled his eyes, casting a baleful look at his impertinent wife. Cindy could only smile and shrug bashfully. Mark just shook his head. \"Jesus Christ...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: October Contest: Spooky and Sexy (Spexy?)! (and update about previous contest) | [
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"content": "\\*\\*The Haunting at Humble Hill\\*\\* \\[1/10\\] \nYears of neglect have long rendered the road up to Humble Hill nearly unusable. The treacherous path of potholes and asphalt breaking roots is lined in old elms and leads to a gate long rusted into place. Beyond that twisted metal barrier stands a once regal, now decrepit, old manor. In mid October, when the leaves wither and the world loses color, the estate beyond those gates becomes a monument to waning life. \n\"Welp, gates closed. Looks like we're turning back.\" Gwen shifted her car into reverse and looked back over her shoulder. \"You'll just have to find a different haunted house some other weekend.\" \nBefore she could start rolling back the burly man in her passenger seat opened his door and strode out through a blanket of fallen leaves. Gwen stopped; teeth grit and fists clenched. The three adults in her backseat could clearly see the frustration in her eyes. \n\"Oh my god…\" Said the busty blonde sitting in the middle. \"Has your brother always been so assertive?\" \n\"That's not the word I'd use, Betty.\" \n\"I just mean that he was always so quiet. Like, he'd have never just marched off full of confidence like that back in highschool. When did he start being all manly? And broad? And muscly?\" \n\"Probably about the same time he joined douchehouse.\" Gwen eyed the man sitting at Betty's side. \"That sound about right, Brad?\" \nThe large man dominated his side of the back seat. It wasn't easy to cram a six foot six college basketball star into the back of a sedan, but somehow they'd done it. \n\"Hey, yo, hold up. It's Delta Upsilon Chi and we're all about encouraging members to be the best versions of themselves. Jason wanted to be a man of action and we helped him get there. Now he's a total boss.\" \n\"So you're saying the bulk of your brothers wanted to be self centered douches?\" \nBrad opened his mouth, closed it, thought for a moment, then spoke again. \n\"Alright, alright. Some of them get carried away, I'll freely admit to that. But not every pledge is all about being a classic college bro and shit. Just look at Stanley. Shit, Stacy. Sorry.\" \nThe beanie capped young woman to Betty's opposite side made a dismissive gesture with her hand. \n\"It's all good, brah. You're trying your best.\" \nGwen and Betty both eyed the stranger top to bottom. It was Gwen who broke the silence. \n\"You're a frat bro? I thought you were Jason's weed dealer.\" \nWith a dramatic flourish Stacy produced a baggy of joints from under her hat. \n\"I can be both.\" \n\"Wait.\" Betty stared at Stacy's crotch. \"Do you still…\" \n\"Yup.\" \n\"And does it still…\" \n\"Yup.\" \n\"Oh, Em, Gee!\" She looked at her friend and made stroking gestures with both her hands. \"I could have been skiing this whole time!\" \nGwen escaped the three pronged laughter in her car and joined her brother by the rusted gate of Humble Hill. Orange skies and a biting wind piled urgency upon their situation. A decision had to be made sooner rather than later. \n\"I hope Brad and Stacy aren't causing you too much stress.\" He said as she shuffled through the leaves behind him. \"You should give them a chance. Brad especially. He's a genuinely good person.\" \n\"Are you seriously trying to set me up with your frat boyfriend?\" \nJason shrugged. \n\"If it happens, it happens. If it doesn't, it doesn't.\" \n\"What isn't going to happen is us spending the night at that manor.\" \nGwen gave the rusted gate a solid shake. Jason pointed down along the old brick wall to a tree long dead and long fallen. Its girth had crushed the weathered brick of the estate wall and caused a cascade of falling rock that ran a dozen feet in both directions. \n\"We can park here and carry our stuff through there. Just watch your step and you'll be fine.\" \n\"You're really dead set on spending the night up there, aren't you?\" \nJason gave his older sister a smile. \n\"I want to be a man who isn't afraid, so I'm going to put myself into a place I know the boy I was would find terrifying. I don't chicken out anymore, Gwen. I said I'd do it, so I'm going to do it. Even if you got into the car and drove off I'd still be marching across that lawn and trying that old door.\" \n\"So, Carpe Diem and all that?\" \n\"Vive veritatem tuam.\" \n\"Is that douchehouses version of seize the day?\" \n\"It means: live your truth.\" \n\"Wait, your grand philosophy is fake it 'till you make it?\" \nHe laughed. \"As bad as you make it sound, yeah, pretty much.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Cheerleader bimbo in the wrong locker room? | [
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"content": "I mean there's the obvious choice of it turning into a gang bang. But let's get creative.\n\nThe two guys are alpha Chads or whatever, so they basically tell the rest of the team they can either watch or get out, but only the two of them get their girl. The rest of the team sits back for the free porn.\n\nTurn it into some voyeurism and exhibition play, where the two guys keep bringing up that the rest of the team is watching her get double teamed or spit roaportion. Obviously the girl doesn't care that there's an audience, or maybe she wants there to be an audience."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Size difference | [
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"content": "A dark elf sorceress finds herself trapped in a haunted underground city with a half ogre pugilist. The two are forced to become allies and drawn to become more...\n\nA cowgirl rogue is constantly being pestered for milk by the goblin alchemist / tinkerer she's traveling with. The requests, and indeed the milkings start to become more sexual, and she starts to really enjoy it despite herself...\n\nA sweet succubus cleric of the goddess of lust desides to reward one of her friends by showing them just how far she can take her shape-shifting abilities in order to satisfy their desires..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An unsuspecting investigator chases down a criminal through a forest only for them to get captured by a wendigo during it's breeding season | [
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"content": "(I've broken this up into three separate parts because it was too long and reddit wouldn't let me post the whole thing for some awful reason.)\n\nAlex paused at the edge of the forest, panting as he watched the suspect dart past the treeline. There wasn't enough time to hesitate; he started up again, rushing into the forest even as every nerve in his body went cold as soon as he passed the threshold. \n\nHe made out footprints and picked up his pace, hoping to close the gap. There were sounds coming from up ahead, heavy breathing? It could be her. A clearing in the trees, Alex burst through, gun outstretched and pointed at.. what was that! \n\nTracy Stills was several feet above the ground, pressed to a tree and held up by her throat. The monster keeping her pinned stood a good eight feet tall, looking even taller with its large bleached antlers that sprouted wildly from its head. Its long black tongue ran up Tracys' face, leaving a thick slime behind as she squirmed. \n\nDeath. It could only be. Alex squeezed the trigger, the loud shot pulling him from his terror. The bullet hit center mass and the thing looked over with dark sockets where its eyes should be. The bullet didn't leave a mark. It dropped Tracy just as she fainted, falling in a slump on the ground. Before Alex could pull again the thing was directly in front of him, a massive hand grabbed his shoulder and slammed him to the ground, knocking the wind out of him. It began to make a sound, some deep gurgling roar that echoed in the clearing around him. Before long another call followed from a short distance away. \n\nAlex shouted out but the creature grabbed him by the head and pushed it into the loose pine needles all over the forest floor. Another creature came up behind him. It was silent, no footsteps or trees rustling, as if the creature had just appeared. \n\nThis one was missing a horn, snapped at the base from the looks of it. It grabbed Alex by the pants and tore in each direction, his jeans and underwear removed before he could blink. This is it... eaten alive by a forest monster. He screamed out but the first creature interrupted again, it took its long finger and pushed it down his throat, making him gag. It slid free covered in spit. \n\nAt his waist the one horned monster opened its mouth, his heart raced faster and he closed his eyes, turning away. Alex moaned. He looked down with a bright red face as the one horned creature had pushed his whole cock into its mouth, the saliva was viscous, thick like slime that ran down his cock and legs. He moaned again, the beast starting to bob softly while his cock hardened in its mouth. \n\nIt stopped before long, standing as Alex was held firmly by the original creatureabove him, looking up to see a massive member of it's own pulsing above his head. The one horned creature squated over him before sliding his cock inside of her, making him gasp softly. The warmth enveloped his cock in it's entirety, squeezing every couple seconds. He couldn't cum. If he came what then.. what if they did eat him? She began to bounce. A he and a she, why couldn't they do it to each other? Alex struggled to keep in rough moans that bubbled up in his throat while she bounced again and again. \n\nHis cock was hot, his orgasm straining as he desperately tried not to cum. It felt like hours were dragging on as she rocked, bounced, and grinded. Finally she stopped, letting out a heated huff and some low gurgles. The male grabbed Alex by the throat, he tried to scream but it was cut short yet again. This time by a thick black cock that slid down into his throat. His eyes got wide and he squirmed wildly, kicking and grasping at the creatures legs. They made distorted laughing sounds at his struggle and with the overwhelming shock of both ontop of him, Alex came. He could feel each rope spurt into her as she bounced on his cock, warm insides lapping it up. She didn't stop, and neither did the male. He bayan to thrust and squeeze his throat tightly around his cock. \n\nAfter another eternity Alex had cum again, they didn't show any signs of stopping. He had managed to steal short frantic breaths everytime the beasts cock pulled into his mouth, spit bubbled and frothed around his mouth and out his nose, her juices soakinh his cock and rolling down his thighs by the minute. His vision began to fade. \n\n°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "You've been assigned to work in the brothel during your incarceration." The warden looks at you. "Officer Smith will show you what that involves." | [
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"content": "After her conviction, when she had to pick a vocation to occupy her during her incarceration, Spider had pretty much just chosen brothel duty because it was the best way to serve her sentence without getting her cyberware removed. The legal AI she'd been hooked up with was top notch, and it was even able to justify leaving the power cells in her forearms so that she even still had the stun features in her hands. \"Sex work is known to be potentially hazardous, and it would be unjustifiable to reduce her defensive capabilities\"\n\nIt wasn't able to do anything about the gene mods though, and the fact that she already had a ride-along skillware system installed meant that the judge decided she should get \"appropriate upgrades\" there too...\n\nOfficer Smith was there to keep a handle on her throughout the entire process.\n\nInitially tall and lanky, with artificially pale skin and stringy black hair, Spider's body had taken to the modifications exceptionally well...\n\nOver the course of the first week after the gene modification injections, Spider's appetite was out of control. She practically couldn't stop eating! Never previously won to care much about food, she was actually really embarrassed about suddenly being so hungry and so out of control. Ironically, she'd developed more than a bit of a sweet tooth. Officer Smith was always happy to bring her seconds... or thirds... Or a tray of extra desserts, which she would eat almost compulsively. Frequently she'd be left groaning and rubbing her bloated belly, having stuffed herself beyond silly, looking practically pregnant, as she rubbed her round belly.\n\nHer body was rapidly converting all those extra calories into curves though. Her breasts started to fatten up first, going from flat little bee stings to plump mounds on her chest, continually growing bigger and bigger. She seemed to be outgrowing her tops everyday, and Smith assured her that There wasn't any point in trying to fit her for a bra until the process was complete. As a result, her breasts were just constantly bouncing and jiggling about in her tank tops and t-shirts. Everyday she had deeper cleavage and a heavier weight on her chest got until her breasts were finally each nearly the size of her head, heavy and round, teardrop shaped and hanging low on her chest like two luscious spheres."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Naked Road Trip | [
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"content": "\"Ugh, I know I'm naked but can you please stop staring?\" Rachel says not even turning her head As Jason is blatantly staring at the sun that is her exposed breasts and the seatbelt she wear in-between them. \n\n\"Yeah Come on man, don't make me regret inviting you\" Drake said a little annoyed at Jason's obvious oogling which causes a fair blush before he looks away. \"Uh yeah sorry, fair enough\" he says staring at the moving landscape of endless road before them. \n\nRachel smiles for a moment as Drake stands up for her but it's short lasting as she recalls the reasons she's naked and sitting on a towel in the first place. \n\n*some hours ago*. \n\n\"You're fucking kidding me? Drake?\" Rachel says in the driveway of her apartment as she stands there in a tight pair of jeans and red tank top and her bags packed. \"Nope sorry Rach but I'm not\" he says with a stupid grin as Jason can't believe what he's seeing. \n\n*\"You can only come on this trip if your naked the entire time. We'll pay for everything you want to do but that's out bottom line*\" is what Drake said as if this was mutual decision when in reality it seemed to be a spur of the moment choice based on a rumor he heard from Becky a mutual friend. \n\nBlushing deeply as she stands there and with visible anger Rachel says \"...Can I at least strip in the car?\" In a defeated tone with a bit of a pouty lip only for Drake to shake his head with a smile. \"Nope, take it off now and put them in the trunk if you wanna to come with us.\" he says firmly catching Rachel further off guard. \n\nThere is awkward bit of tension before Rachel's hands falls to the button of her jeans as she mutters *fucking asshole\" under her breath only for her neighbor Jeff to get a great peek at her ass as she bends over to finish taking of her jeans. \"Everyone alright Rachel-?\" He says to which his open wide seeing his young neighbors fat ass in a grey thong. \"Uh everything's find Mr. Jacobs....Please go inside though\" She says to which the old man nods his head before awkwardly stepping inside making sure to burn the image of her backside into his brain forever. \n\n\"Great that's totally not going to be awkward when he tells his wife\" Rachel says as she goes to take off her shoes before Jason pipes up. \"Nah keep your shoes on.\" To which Drake gives a thumbs up and stupidly nods his head. \n\n\"Ugh boys\" Rachel says as she in more of rush takes off her thong and the rest of her clothing causing her sizable bust to spill out for all to see. \n\n\"Fine Happy? She says her tits bouncing in the animated emphasis of her words and she goes to the back and quickly throws her things inside before darting in the car. \n\n\"Um what's with the towel?\" She says to which Drake laughs. \"Oh That's for when you get hot and bothered but being naked and what not\" He says as he looks her down head to toe before forcing eye contact. \n\nBlushing even deeper now Rachel quickly buckles in muttering *fucking loudmouth Becky* she says trying to have the seat belt cover her pussy as the guys enjoy the view. \n\n\"Ugh can we just get going? You're humiliating me enough as it is.\" Rachel says feigning more annoyance that she actually is as she can't help but feel a bit of moisture growing between her legs. \n\n\"Alright sure. but you can sit up here if you like?\" Drake says to which Rachel quickly shakes her head. \"And what be caught dead for anyone at a traffic light to get full windshield's view of my boobs? Pass.\" As she covers her chest with her arms ending the peeping for just a moment. \n\n*present time*. \n\nThough completely naked and having to yell at Jason a few times Rachel's is surprised the two of them aren't being as big as perverts as they could be. That is until they hit their first gas station. \n\n\"Ok I'm going to grab us some snacks and Rachel how about you pump the gas for us?\" he says with a shit eating grin as Rachel angirly shakes her head. \"Ok well how about you fuck off?\" she responds once against covering her boobs. \n\nRaising his eyebrow slightly Drake turns more to look at her. \"Ok fine how about this then. I'll get the snacks AND pump the gas, but whilst that's happening Jason get's to feel you up and get *it* out of his system.?\" He says as if it was a compromise leading to Rachel's jaw dropping. Drake and Jason are one of her oldest friends so it's surprising they are doing this to her however with a flutter of her eyes and slight lip bite Rachel respond. \"O-kay well do we mean by feel up? Play with my boobs a bit maybe grab my ass...*nothing else* right..?\" she says a bit nervous as her blush grows to which Jason happily nods. \n\n\"Sure that works for me.\" Drake says leaving the car as Jason wastes no time and instantly grabs for her breasts. \"Okay Ok easy there\" Rachel says looking away as Jason begins assaulting her chest and kneading her tits in his hand. \"Fuck these feel amazing\" Jason says making Rachel blush only for his thumbs to begin tracing her nipples forcing a subtle moan to escape her lips. \n\nSmiling to himself as Rachel looks mortified Jason does it again only for her to make another involuntary noise in pleasure. \n \n\"Oh Drake's GOTTA hear this\" Jason says as his hands slowly slide down her waist before the seat stops him. \"Um Rach can you undo your seatbelt and stand up a bit I wanna feel your ass\" he says to which she gulps hard and awkwardly clicks her seatbelt before shifting in front of him. Wasting no time Jason's hands finish here descent and land on Rachel's toned by sizable backside. \n\nWith a deep grunt Jason takes handfuls of her ass as Rachel can't help but feel the wetness between her legs grow and grown. Rachel's awkwardly positioned in front of Jason as he's leaned forward feeling her butt she notices some people staring causing another jolt of humiliation to course through her in the form of goose bumps. \n\nRemoving one her from her cheek Rachel looks down to see Jason begin to free his erection from it's corduroy confinement and her eyes go wide. \"I-I thought it was just groping..\" she says as she moves slightly involuntarily having her tits jiggle in his face."
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"content": "I pulled the sheets over my head in a vain attempt to block out the sunlight as I groaned, \"All that talk of Amazonian enlightenment and you've apparently never heard of curtains?\"\n\nThe sheets were pulled back to reveal Hippolyta, her raven hair and warrior's physique giving her as angelic an appearance as she had yesterday. With a reverberating chuckle that made my heart flutter, she looked at me and purred, \"I thought you might appreciate a sun-warmed spot to wake up in.\"\n\nI smiled, my tail betraying my approval of the sentiment with its rhythmic thumping. \"Never said I didn't appreciate it...*my queen*.\"\n\nHippolyta's breath hitched at the sound of my voice whispered in her ear, spurring her to answer in kind. Her hands trailed down my body gently but with conviction as she took my nipple in her mouth and traced circles around it with her tongue. Shivers of ecstasy raced through my body with increasing frequency as Hippolyta's fingers worked their way into my folds. Moving up to four fingers, Hippolyta crept up to my neck and lustfully whispered, \"*Mine*.\"\n\nThe announcement of Hippolyta's possessive intent very nearly sent me over the edge right there, but I managed the strength to stay in the game. Hippolyta started fingering me faster and faster as she saw fit to mark my neck with her teeth. My voice turned shaky and mewling under the sheer force of the woman before me, as if I'd been turned from predator to prey in one fell swoop. Were this anyone else, I'd sooner die than let them witness me in such a state.\n\nHippolyta pulled her hand away and moved downward, spreading my legs apart as she remarked, \"Oh, I don't think I will ever get enough of--\"\n\n\"What in the name of Zeus?!!\"\n\nHippolyta and I stopped dead and looked at the balcony to her room. Standing outside was a face I was all too familiar with: a six foot two beast of a woman, clad in red, blue, and gold armor with a sword on one hip, a lasso on the other, and a shield strapped to her back. Wonder Woman. I waved and awkwardly said, \"Diana, so nice to see y--\"\n\n*POW!*\n\nDiana decided to knock me into the throne room rather than let me say anything else. As I gathered my bearings (and double checked to ensure all of my bones were still inside my body), I saw Diana storm towards me as she growled, \"I don't know what you're doing here Cheetah, but I won't let you--\"\n\n\"DIANA! That is *enough*!\"\n\nDiana whipped around to see Hippolyta in a hastily adorned chiton and a furious stare. Diana started to protest, only for Hippolyta to shut her down with a stern, \"I do not blame you for reacting in such a way, given that nobody's informed you of the situation, but I am still your mother and I will not let you harm a guest in my home!\"\n\nDiana went wide eyed. \"Guest?!\"\n\nI tried my hardest to stand up as I chimed in, \"I've been on Themyscira for the better part of a year after a long story involving Angle Man and a bodega in Hoboken. Although given how much of that time I've spent sharing a bed with Hippolyta, I dare say calling me a guest is something of a misnomer.\"\n\nDiana looked like she was going to throw up. \"Mother, you haven't--with her?! Do you know who she is?!\"\n\nI walked over to Hippolyta and looped my arm around her waist. \"Yes, Diana, she does, because I told her. And even after all of that, she let me stay. She accepted me as I am and told me I could be more than I was at the time. Diana, I...I love your mother very much.\"\n\nWe stood in silence for a long while before Diana took a deep breath and sheathed her blade. \"Alright. I believe you. But if you do anything to hurt my mother--\"\n\n\"Diana, I will personally find you an empty field and dig the grave you will bury me in if anything of the sort occurs.\"\n\nA ghost of a smile crossed Diana's face. \"Good. We understand each other then.\"\n\n\"Indeed. Now, could I perhaps get some clothes?\"\n\nHippolyta looked over me with a smirk. \"No. I forbid you.\"\n\n\"Wha--Polly!\""
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"content": "If father Mercer had to hear one more penitent ask what the towel was for he was going to lose his mind. He heard the confessional's door click closed and waited.\n\n\"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.\" The familiar voice always sounded *so* sincere, but he had his doubts. His heart rejoiced though because he could *finally* have her use the towel and be done with it. She continued, \"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It is a day since my last confession. I am a...\"\n\nHe cut her off. \"Yes, yes, my child. Before we begin, would you mind placing the towel on the seat under you?\"\n\nShe paused. Then she asked, \"Excuse me?\"\n\n\"You should see a towel hanging in the booth there. Correct?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" she said, tentatively.\n\n\"Please fold it and put it on the seat, and then sit on top of the towel.\" He waited.\n\n\"Why?\" She asked.\n\n\"Last time... you left a bit of a mess.\"\n\nThere was a long pause. Then she sheepishly said, \"Oh,\" and he heard her shuffling around for a moment before sitting and letting out a sigh.\n\n\"Thank you my child. Now, continue.\"\n\n\"Where was I?\" she mused to herself. \"Oh, right. I am a mother and wife, and I have been engaging in some truly naughty, dirty acts father!\"\n\nFather Mercer rolled his eyes and groaned to himself. Hearing this woman confess was a true test of his faith. It was nigh impossible to maintain chaste thoughts while she dove lustily into every detail of her exploits. *She will surely go to hell*, he thought to himself. Then he noted that he'd have to repent of that thought later, along with a slew of thoughts he was about to have after hearing this sister's confessions.\n\n\"Since I last confessed I have had yet *another* rendezvous with my extramarital lover. I can't help myself around him father, he's so strong and handsome and he's got this amazing cock that...\"\n\n\"Sister, please,\" father Mercer interjected. \"There's no need for crude, unholy language.\"\n\n\"Oh but father, if *you* saw his cock you'd want to talk about it too! It's so *huge* and girthy! When I get that thing in my mouth I'm just not myself anymore! I turn into a sex-crazed animal. My pussy waters like a hungry beast and by the time he gets behind me that monster cock of his just glides right in, despite being *far* to massive for my tight little pleasure hole! He fills me right up father, and it feels *so* good!\"\n\nFather Mercer shifted uncomfortably in his soft cushioned seat. He felt some blood finding its way to his own penis. It got chubby and started moving between his legs. He tried to ignore it, but she kept going.\n\n\"And father, that's not all! I had such dirty thoughts last time I confessed, and I realized I wanted to try anal. I know that's not natural in god's eyes, but if I'm going to keep two men happy, I just knew I needed to learn to use *all* of my holes to please the men in my life! I didn't want to practice with my husband or my lover though, so...\" She trailed off.\n\nHe waited. Sometimes silence was the best tool in confession. It often drove people to say things they never would have confessed if prodded. It worked.\n\n\"Oh father, this one's *real* bad. I'm sure glad I can confess these things to you or I'm pretty sure the devil could reach right up and yank me down to hell right this moment!\" She *almost* sounded sorry, but, she didn't. \"Anyway, I grabbed a stranger off the street and asked him if he'd be willing to fuck me in the ass.\"\n\n\"Sister,\" he said, blushing. \"That kind of language isn't necessary for confession.\"\n\n\"Sorry father, guess I better confess that too. Cursing like a sailor in church. I just can't help myself. Anyway, this guy was more than happy to oblige. I took him home while my husband was at work and let this total stranger take my anal virginity. He gave me a real nice rim job to get me to relax and to get things nice and wet down there, then he went nice and slow, pressing his dick in a little at a time. It hurt a little at first, but he was real nice. He pulled out when I asked him to and when I was ready he kept going. Once he had his whole cock inside I have to admit, it felt pretty good.\" She let out a lusty sigh.\n\n*Yup, there it is*, he thought to himself as he heard the unmistakable squishing, swishing sound of her touching herself. She was *very* wet.\n\nShe kept going. \"I was surprised at how good it felt, to be honest. Actually, father, maybe you can tell me how something that feels so good can be a sin? I really don't understand.\" The father opened his mouth to reply, but she just blew right past the question. \"Anyway, I can still remember the way it felt. It was just this morning actually.\" She let out a soft whimper and he heard her foot shudder against the hollow wooden walls of the confession box. Her voice grew more pouty as she continued. \"He pounded me like there was no tomorrow. I tell you father, he was hitting *something* in there that drove me *wild*! I must have screamed like a college slut when he reached around and started rubbing my clit.\" She moaned and he heard her hand slap the wall as she bit down on her lip and exhaled loudly. \"When I came it was like the flood gates had opened up and I sprayed *everywhere*. I had never been one to squirt when I cum, but father I think I might be addicted to anal sex now.\" Her final words came out haltingly and through heavy breathing. She let out a long, restrained moan, trying to hold it in. He could almost feel her clenched jaw. He could picture her hunched over holding a hand to her mouth with the other stuffed between her legs.\n\nHe could hear her breathing heavily through her nose for a moment, then she cleared her throat. \"Anyway, I am sorry for all these sins and the sins of my past life.\"\n\n*Yeah right*, he thought to himself. Father Mercer felt a cool wet spot on his abdomen where he was leaking a tiny bit of precum. He put a hand on his forehead and sighed. Thank goodness for the towel. He'd have to make sure to set one out again tomorrow."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A group of magic students get their hands on a wand of bimbofication... | [
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"content": "“We shouldn’t be in here,” Stanley whispered. \n\nI pushed some cobwebs out of the way, going deeper into the restricted area. \n\n“Come on man! Don’t be a wimp!” I whisper yelled back. \n\nThe restricted area is a dark cavern. Shelves fill every available inch. There is barely enough space for us to walk between the shelves. Heavy cobwebs span between the shelves. \n\nThe only light is the eerie white-blue light coming from the tips of our wands. \n\n“Here it is! The confiscated wands!” I said excitedly. \n\nThe shelf in front of me had hundreds of tiny cubbies - about an inch and a half square - each with a label on top and a wand inside. We scanned the massive shelf - it is going to take forever to find a single wand in all of this. \n\n“You start at that end. I will start at this end,” I whispered. We started to go cubby by cubby - looking at the labels - trying to find the prize. \n\n“Wand of infinite sparks.”\n\n“Wand of infinite fire balls.”\n\n“Wand of curses.”\n\nThe list just went on and one. \n\n“The wand of massive - cocks -,” I pulled that one out and slid it into my pocket. Not what we are here for but it sounds promising. \n\n“I got it!” Stanley said. “I found it!”\n\nI rushed over to him. We stared at the cubby labelled, “Wand of Bimbofication.”\n\n“I thought it was just a legend,” Stanley whispered. \n\nI reverently pulled the wand out of the cubby. It looked like every other wand. Nothing special about it at all. We giggled maniacally. I put the wand in my pocket. \n\n“Let’s get out of here before we get busted,” I whispered. \n\nStanley and I got out of the restricted area as fast as we could. Back in the hallway the hallway - we tried to calm ourselves. \n\n“Now what?” Stanley asked. \n\nI smiled a wicked smile. “Now I show you my secret spot. Took me ages to find it. Come on!”\n\nI led Stanley on a convoluted route through the school.\n\n“Here,” I whispered. There was a statue of the goddess in the middle of the wall. I looked around quickly and then pushed on the statue’s tits. The statue slid to the side - revealing a secret passage way. \n\nWe stepped into the passage way and the statue slid back into place. \n\n“We have to be silent from here on,” I whispered to Stanley. He was confused - but nodded all the same. We walked down the twisting tunnel until we came to a small slit with light shining through. \n\nWe walked up to the slit and peaked through. \n\nStanley gasped quietly. \n\nThe woman’s shower room laid before us. There were three women showering - oblivious to our presence. \n\nI reached into my pocket and pulled out two wands. The wand of bimbofication and the wand of massive cocks - I looked at them - unable to tell them apart. Fuck. \n\nStanley was signalling for me to hurry up. \n\nFuck it. Fifty-fifty chance of this going right is better than nothing. \n\nTrish was the closest to us. She was washing her long blonde hair. Her hands up in her hair - showing off her perky tits. \n\nI took a deep breath - swirled the wand about - then pointed at her. I felt the spell release. It was a direct hit. \n\n“Oooh, oh gawd!” She said loudly. \n\n“You ok?” Sarah said coming over to her. \n\n“I don’t think so,” Trish said. “I was fine and - ooooh - fuck! What the hell‽”\n\nA massive veiny cock sprouted from Trish’s mound. It was the thickest cock I had ever seen and a good ten inches in length. \n\n“Holy shit!” Sarah said staring at Trish’s cock. \n\n“What’s going on?” Emily said walking over. “Oh my god!” She swore once she saw Trish’s cock. \n\nStanley looked at me in horror. \n\nI put that wand in my left pocket. That means this remaining wand has to be the right one. \n\nI swirled it around and then pointed it the ladies. The spell hit all three of them. \n\nIt affected Trish first. Her perky tits grew - getting bigger and rounder. Her waist shrunk as her hips grew. Her lips got bigger and fuller. \n\nSarah and Emily were staring at Trish with a look of wonder and terror. \n\nSarah’s tits started growing. She grabbed her boobs - trying to hold them back - they became massive heavy tits. Her waist shrunk. Her hips grew. Her butt became big and round. \n\nEmily, a much shorter, heavier girl, was wide eyed at the transformation of the other two. Emily’s heavy curves became exaggerated. Her big soft tits became massive - each one bigger than her head. Her already wide hips didn’t change but her ass became bigger and rounder. Her belly flattened out. Her lines all soft and curvy. \n\n“What just happened?” Trish said as she ran her fingers over her big tits. Gasping slightly as she touched her nipples. \n\n“I don’t know,” Sarah said. Her hands trailing between her legs - gently touching her sex. \n\n“I feel funny,” Emily said. She grabbed her tits - the soft volume of them over flowing her hands. “I feel -“\n\n“Horny” they all said as one."
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"content": "I couldn't see the sky above.\n\nIt was nothing but blackness.\n\nA dense fog of ebony that rolled over the outside like a tidal wave. There was effectively nothing but the lack of light beyond a few feet past the perimeter of the building. Small, weak lights flickering, emitting a pathetic and struggling amber glow cowered in the face of the overwhelming abyss of pitch black. \n\nWhat the emergency lights did manage to illuminate were rotting metal walls. Stained with an ungodly amount of rust and decay. As if the buildings around were not built with freshly constructed concrete or newly smelted metal. They looked like they were built from scrap. Aged scrap from forgotten junk-yards left to waste away for decades. It was as if the world around me was built simply to be built, but not to be used or inhabited. The crumbling sidewalk, the bare dirt long devoid of any plant life, and not much else. Signs of eternal vacancy. As if whatever was to exist here left it.\n\nI sought shelter in one of those buildings. One of the few that weren't locked, boarded over or welded shut. Hesitantly, I attempted to peer through the small window that led inside, but it was a situation not dissimilar to the one outside. An encroaching, everlasting haze of darkness. Emergency bulbs that stammered with their luminance. Would being in these buildings even be any better than out here in the open? \nThe one relief was the silencing of the howling wind outside. One accompanying a festering, vile cold. The inside was somewhat warmer. Bearable. At least I didn't feel like I'd be frozen solid.\n\nBut the loud yowls of the surging gusts outside was merely dulled, and replaced with the ominous yet subtle hum of electricity running through the walls. At least I could hear myself think now... Think about what in the absolute fuck is this place? How did I get here? Why am I here? I woke up outside, shivering and sighing, clad only in a featureless white tank top and black shorts...\n\nThis had to be some sort of fever dream or... maybe I drank to much? My head was so filled with questions, my dark brown eyes so focused on the long corridor ahead of me that I struggled to recall anything before waking up...\n\nMy name is... Blake... a young mocha-hued guy... quite a bit on the effete side...\n\nAnd that's... it... that's all I remember.\n\nNot that I had much of a chance to remember. As soon as my name popped into my head, a noise clamored out, echoing across the corridor and off of its decaying walls. The loud clank of a metal pipe hitting the concrete floor with a splitting and reverberating metallic smack.\n\nIt scared me half to death, my heart beating faster and harder than I had ever felt in my life. A sudden, unprompted sound reverberating in an otherwise noiseless and stagnant local. I looked around, to see if I could discern the cause of it.\n\nThe ceiling above was missing a section of piping. That was... a relief of some kind. Perhaps it had rusted through, and the vibration from the door I closed was the final straw needed to knock it out of place.\n\nI sighed in exasperation, falling to my knees. I was tired, embarrassed, horrified... this wasn't something my little heart could take. I wanted out of this nightmare! Before I knew it, tears littered my face.\n\nThen, I heard what sounded like... footsteps.\n\nThe soft pat of something moving towards me. I turned around...\n\nBut nothing was there. Nothing but rubble, trash and an eerie red glow from a light bulb just out of view.\n\nThen that light bulb became... two bulbs... two floating bulbs of vibrant blood-red light.\n\nThe grew bigger. \n\nThey got closer.\n\nI was backing against the wall as those lights lurched forward, whatever carrying those bulbs sprinting towards me until it was up close and in my face. They were eyes. Wide, staring, slightly shifting eyes hiding behind a lengthy, cloak-like stream of black hair. The rattling of chains as the thing stopped before me. Through the shadow obscuring most of its face I could make out a grin. A toothy grin. A devilish, impossible, delighted grin that almost literally spread from one ear to the other. Its teeth were jagged. Sharp like claws. They jutted out, extending as the beast opened its mouth to let out a breath, and retracted slightly as it desired to close its mouth.\n\nI couldn't utter a word. I covered my mouth, tears in my eyes as I desperately attempted to stay as quiet as possible. It was all I could do. It already saw me. It was smiling at me.\n\nFidgeting eyes scanning me. It growled... or... snarled... or... it made some sort of sound I couldn't identify before it looked away.\n\nThere were more of them. Two more. Two more figures with those glowing crimson eyes and jagged shifting teeth.\n\nOne of them extended an arm towards me, grabbing me by the jaw. Its hands were cold... yet delicate looking. Save for the chain digging into the flesh of the back of the palm and snaking up their pale grey arms. They looked... mostly humanoid... were it not for the countless scars upon their body, they seemed to have rather smooth skin.\n\nSounds existed their mouth, aimed at one another. I couldn't understand a word of it, assuming it was in fact a language of some sort and not base utterances...\n\nThen one of them poked me on the cheek with something warm and fleshy... yet stiff.\n\nI glared over slowly, to find a stiff, raging erection stare me down. Grey, from head to testicles.\n\nScarred, like the rest of their body. Additional questions wandered into my mind as the beasts tore off their cloaks, revealing their obscene forms. Obscene not merely in the sense of the bruises and damage they displayed, but the shape of their forms as well... \n\nAll three of them had monstrously large breasts, topped off by dark grey nubs that exuded a strange black fluid. \n\nAll three of them sported huge, girthy cocks. Rife with veins and pulsating angrily. \n\nAll three of them had smooth, battered ball-sacks, looking hefty and brimming with whatever vile substance churned inside...\n\nWithout hesitation or restraint, one of them grabbed me by my hair and forced their massive member down my throat. Its cock was gargantuan, parting the meager walls of my delicate throat with its sheer girth. I clawed at its thick, colorless thighs. They were so soft... so plush... but I hit them with my hands helplessly as I offered desperate signals to the beast trying to fuck my face. It only stared back with pleased eyes and thunderous claps of its sack against my chin.\n\nI was choking, gagging. Desperate for air. Its shaft had burrowed itself in my throat and plugged it up. I felt my mind begin to fall into a haze as the stern beating my cheeks received from the creature's powerful thighs. A smack to my face with each thrust. This, coupled with the lack of oxygen... I felt my consciousness begin to fade. Sounds of wet suction carried through the halls until one last jut of the thing's hips into my face signaled its coming ejaculation. It let loose an unearthly amount of cum inside my mouth. Hot, almost searing cum falling down my throat as it unloaded. A disgusting, vile taste stained my tongue as the creature finally drew away and left my mouth, only to dump more of that grotesques concoction on my sweating, crying face.\n\nI gasped desperately, coughing and leaning over. I had no choice to swallow the seed it had forced me to accept... I could only hope it would appease these beasts...\n\nLoad after load, it was ridiculous how much sperm was saved up in those fat balls of this being. My face was practically plastered white.\n\nA low, guttural noise escaped its lips, and it rubbed the turgid length of its still raring erection. It leaned against the wall, still jerking its own cock as the last spurts of its inhuman orgasm dribbled from the head.\n\nThe other two leaned down, securing my arms with their jagged hands, and brought me to my feet before they tore through my clothing. My nethers were exposed for these freaks to see. My twitching pecker, with a shaven sack beneath. Somehow... sucking off that beast had gotten me... excited?\n\nAs the creatures explored my genitals with their dangerously shaped digits, their attention eventually focused on my anus. Without warning, the beast behind me pressed its head against my asshole. I groaned in equal parts resignation and excitement...\n\nPerhaps the only way to survive... is to submit to these... things...\n\n*(To be continued...?)*"
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"content": " * After playing his favourite pokemon game and beating the story with his favourite team he didn't expect to get isekei'd into a world of pokemon monster girls; and is immediately greeted by six monster girls who are strangely familiar.\n\n * A village girl is so depressed with her life she willingly offers to become a virgin sacrifice to a dragon instead of a forced marriage. Turns out it's a sexy young dragon-man who is looking for additions to his hoard/harem in his luxurious lair.\n\n * An army of men fights an army of monster girls; the fighting stops and the orgy begins.\n\n * Little Red Riding Hood hates how as the youngest son he has to take all the 'feminine' jobs such as baking and keeping an eye on his Grandmother in the woods (rumoured to be a sex witch in her youth). Not help that his heart is torn between one of the wolfgirls of the forest and a local female lumberjack. And to top it all off he doesn't even get an 18th birthday but instead has to make a cake and give it to his gran!\n\n * He was lithe fox-boy, and the only monsterboy in the monster girl academy; she was his 6 foot tall griffon best friend and '24/7 bodyguard'.\n\n * she didn't expect much out of this paladin that was a her rival in the monster-girl vs hero conflict, but something was there.\n\n * Goblinoids are curious due to the number of 'subspecies' they possess and the fact that almost any goblinoid subspecies can appear at any time in a genology is fascinating. As such goblinoids view sex between different subspecies as the only legitimate sex and they will indulge in as many partners as possibles to get a wide range of 'goblinoid experiences'. One research part investigate the rumours they consider sex within the same subspecies as a taboo with a trip to a friendly goblin tribe.\n\n * Monster girls mate for life but are not monogamous, something the young fighter finds when he starts 'adventuring' in a nearby dungeon.\n\n * A naval officer has nothing to fear on the open sea; except the dread kraken pirate Fuckannia!"
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"content": "It was all very last minute. Brandon had suggested it Friday morning before the holiday week began. Our group chat loved the idea, and we quickly determined that there'd be 10 of us going. I was the only single guy, with the other four guys bringing their girlfriends. Our friend Amy and I were close and she said she'd share a bed with me. We'd never hooked up before, but there'd always been a little sexual tension between us, and she was very flirty. I was excited to share a room with her.\n\nBrandon made all the arrangements. He found a cute place with five bedrooms and it was only a few hours away. We piled into a couple cars and drove out Friday after class. Last minute another four friends asked if they could join us, and we said yes, thinking the place might have couches or something they could crash on.\n\nWhen we arrived it was pouring rain. There was no parking by the house and the street was packed with cars. We found a parking spot a few blocks away and ran through the rain getting completely soaked. By the time we made it inside we were drenched and it was late. Nobody had packed anything, we'd just gone with the clothes on our backs. I smiled to myself. We'd probably have to sleep naked. Thinking of getting into bed naked with Amy was getting me excited.\n\nOnce inside we were met with a surprise. \"Uh, Brandon, when you said it had five *bedrooms*, what did the listing *actually* say?\"\n\n\"It said 'five beds,' but that's always shorthand for bedrooms, right?\"\n\nWe were standing in a room with five beds, a kitchen, and a table with four chairs around it. No couch, no bedrooms. The single door in the place led to a dinky bathroom.\n\nJust then the other four arrived, even more drenched than we were. \"There was absolutely *no* parking anywhere near so we had to walk like half a mile!\" one of the girls said. There were three girls I didn't recognize, and a guy named Charlie. Well, he wanted everyone to call him Charles, but we all called him Charlie to tick him off.\n\n\"Guys,\" Brandon said. \"This isn't going to work. There's only five beds and none of them are big enough for 3 people. I don't see any linen closets with extra bedding... Anyone have any money for a hotel room?\"\n\n\"And extra clothes?\" someone added.\n\nEveryone was silent. Then Charlie had an idea. \"What if we push the beds together to make one giant bed and we all just kind of arrange ourselves in there like Tetris pieces?\" he offered.\n\n\"But we're soaking wet!\" one of the girls complained.\n\n\"We'll have to sleep naked!\" Charlie exclaimed, rubbing his hands together. He immediately began pulling his wet clothes off.\n\nBrandon shrugged and started removing his clothes as well. \"I think Charlie is right, unless anyone is hiding a secret stash of money from us.\"\n\nA couple guys began moving beds around while the rest of us took turns in the bathroom and undressed. A few of the girls were particularly bashful, taking their clothes off in the bathroom and coming out shamefully covering themselves. One even took a blanket from one of the beds and wrapped herself in it. Amy was pretty confident nude, and she had every right to be. She had an amazing body. I'd always had a bit of a crush on her, but seeing her nude sent me over the edge. She was *perfect*.\n\nEventually we all piled into the bed. Some of us crawled under the blankets, others were just on top. Some people cuddled together, especially those who were dating, and others were trying their best to keep from being too close to anyone. But it was impossible to have more than six inches or so between any two people.\n\nAs we lie in bed trying to fall asleep, we all heard *someone* kissing. Amy was facing me and she snickered. The lovebirds started making some moaning sounds as they began touching each other. I looked at Amy, wide eyed, and stifled a laugh. She smiled and put a hand on my face, then scooted in close and rubbed her nose against mine. My heart was pounding. Was this really happening?\n\nShe tilted to the side and gave me a slow, sensual kiss. I could feel myself getting hard slowly, but before I knew it she had her hand down there. She fondled my balls while I reached for her perfect breasts. Suddenly I felt a hand on my side, just above my hip. It felt like a small, feminine hand. At least I hoped it belonged to a girl. She began kissing my back while Amy started stroking my cock, squeezing ample precum out to lubricate her hand. My breathing shuddered as I felt myself tingle with delight. I became aware of more moaning and some of the beds started creaking rhythmically as at least one couple started outright fucking.\n\nBefore I knew it I was being forcefully flattened out on my back. A leg swung over my face and a pussy was pressed against my lips. I didn't know who it belonged to but my tongue instinctively began stroking and lapping at her. I was sucking on her clit when I felt myself slide into heaven. I was attuned enough to Amy's voice to know it was her moaning as I slid in. I reached down and grabbed her by the hips and felt her hands pressing into my chest as she began to ride.\n\nThe girl on my face swung around again to face Amy, setting her pussy back down on my face where I happily continued feasting on her. I heard Amy and this girl kissing, then I felt the bed by my head dip as someone on their knees approached. I soon discovered it was a guy. He spread the mystery girl's cheeks a few times, spitting on her asshole and rubbing it with his fingers. I watched as he slowly worked his cock into her anus and felt her clenching and grunting as he entered. Soon he was thrusting, his balls swinging dangerously close to my eyes. She and Amy were both squealing with delight through their kisses.\n\nThe whole room was filled with the sounds of pleasure. Moans, cries, grunts, sighs, creaking bed frames, knocking furniture, and all sorts of foul language could be heard. Several women had loud orgasms, and soon a few of the guys had begun to cum.\n\nBefore long the girl on my face was lifted away and Amy leaned over on me to kiss me, the taste of the other girl still on her lips. She moved her hips with a magical motion that made my head spin. \"I'm going to cum if you keep doing that,\" I warned. She kept kissing me and exaggerated her movements. I gasped. \"Oh yes,\" I said. \"I am *definitely* going to cum!\" She didn't stop.\n\nThe release was powerful. Something about being surrounded by so many friends and strangers had turned me on in unexpected ways. I felt like each pump had explosive force, sending massive amounts of cum so deep inside of her that she might be able to taste it. It lasted longer than I expected, my whole body convulsing and shaking as she continued her rhythmic undulations on my pulsing cock. The sensation was overwhelming and I let out a stream of words without even thinking. Amy giggled and kissed me some more.\n\nWe ended up falling asleep like that. She was on top of me, I was inside of her, she was holding me, her breasts pressed into my chest, my hands wrapped around her back. This was going to be a long, *interesting* holiday week."
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"content": "Ashley had always had a crush on her English teacher, Mr. Smith. He was *just* right. He was nerdy, a little older without being ancient, as fit as a 40-year-old can be expected to be, and he was single. College had been a difficult adjustment for her, but he had been warm and accommodating from day one, and the way he smiled at her she could tell he was attracted to her.\n\nSo when he announced that he would be holding \"specialized lessons\" for interested students, her heart fluttered. The way he openly flirted with her and the way he'd looked at her when he made the announcement, this *surely* had to go beyond academics. She signed up immediately.\n\nShe showed up at his classroom at the appointed time, 6pm. But her heart sank when she saw that there were two other girls there. Mr. Smith came in with a sly grin, looking hungry. He had a look in his eye that made her sure that this was *not* going to be an English lesson.\n\n\"Good evening, ladies,\" he began. \"I'm *really* glad you've all taken me up on the offer for *specialized lessons*. I do have to warn you though, these lessons are *not* for the faint of heart.\"\n\nThe other two girls looked at each other and smiled, then they turned to Ashley and raised their eyebrows with a disgusted look on their face. Ashley felt the seeds of rage beginning to take hold deep inside her.\n\nMr. Smith loosened his tie. \"First, you should all get *comfortable*,\" he said seductively. But Ashley knew that if she couldn't have Mr. Smith to herself, she was *never* going to be comfortable. She let out a roar and lunged at the closer of the two girls, grabbing her by the neck and tackling her to the floor. She dug her fingernails in, watching the girl's eyes bulge as she choked and struggled to breathe.\n\nThe other girl jumped on Ashley, attempting to release her friend, but Ashley's grip was powerful and fierce. She continued to growl and grunt as she tightened her grip, her fingernails sinking into the girl's flesh little by little.\n\nMr. Smith had turned around and watched with an air of lighthearted amusement. The girl Ashley wasn't choking was back on her feet and she kicked at Ashley's stomach, causing her to recoil but she did not release her grip. At last, the girl on the ground passed out and Ashley stood to face the other girl. This girl, however, looked scared. Ashley continued to growl and grit her teeth, glaring at her opponent. Finally, the girl ran to her friend and grabbed her by the feet to drag her out the door. The girl's skirt lifted as she was being dragged away, revealing that she had gone commando for the \"lessons.\"\n\nAshley smiled, satisfied, and turned to face Mr. Smith. He nodded approvingly. \"Wow, Ashley,\" he said. \"You *definitely* understood the assignment. Now please, relax and let's have some fun!\"\n\nShe pulled off her panties, which said \"Eat Pussy\" on them, and threw them at Mr. Smith. He smiled and came at her looking ready to *devour* her. He lifted her by the waist onto a desk and got on his knees while undoing his belt buckle. He dove between her legs, greedily lapping up her nectar, kissing, sucking, and nibbling on every delightful part of her beautiful 18-year-old pussy.\n\nShe cried out with glee, grabbing fistfuls of his hair to pull him in harder. He had a magical tongue that danced around her so nimbly, using strength and softness exactly where she needed it. He penetrated her with two fingers and began curling them rhythmically into her pleasure zone while his tongue flicked her clit under suction from his lips. She could already feel a well of pleasure building inside of her. She moaned long and hard, \"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, yes, that's it, don't stop...\" He didn't stop. The pleasure boiled over and flooded out from deep inside her, causing her legs to shake as euphoric lighting shot throughout her entire body.\n\nHe looked up at her, pleased with his work, and stood, dropping his pants in the process. He pulled her in for a long, sweet kiss, then forcefully flipped her over and bent her over the desk. His hard cock slid snugly into her pussy and reached deep inside. She gasped when she felt him pressing against her so close to her belly. It hurt in the best way possible. He began thrusting, the desk scooting noisily along the hard floor of the classroom until it hit the back wall of the room.\n\nShe felt his erection continue to get harder as he ponded her, his hips slapping against her round ass, echoing off the cold, featureless surfaces of the room. He grunted and smacked her right ass cheek, then pulled out. She stood up and faced him. They embraced and she reached down to stroke his cock while they made out passionately for a while, stumbling backward until she was up against the wall.\n\nShe lifted a leg and he grabbed it to hold it up while she guided his cock into her flower again, tickling his tip with her petals a bit before lowering herself until he was deep inside again. He thrust, shoving her up and into the wall. It was an incredible sensation. They continued to kiss, nibbling at each other's lips, their tongues rolling around each other, grasping deep into each other's mouths eagerly digging for greater pleasures.\n\nMr. Smith fucked her hard against the wall until she could feel herself constricting against his cock, another orgasm on the horizon. He felt it too and pulled away from the kissing to ask a question she was eager to answer before he could say anything. \"Cum inside me,\" she said. \"I want it.\"\n\nHe smiled and kissed her long and hard, thrusting faster while she whimpered through the kiss. She felt pulsing as he moaned and began throbbing deep inside, her own orgasm heightening his sensation. She broke away from the kiss and leaned over to bite his neck. He cried out, laughing, and kissed her again, pumping his hips to let her tight pussy squeeze the last bit of his load out.\n\nShe lifted her other leg and wrapped both legs around his waist, keeping his cock inside her while they kissed and he walked them to a chair to sit. She hoped these could be weekly or even daily \"specialized lessons,\" even if that meant she'd have to keep fighting off the competition."
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"content": "I sat at my desk taking in the office décor. It had late 90s vibes. I could almost hear the walls still shuddering in anticipation of the end of the world at the hands of ancient Aztec prophesies and the Y2K bug. My swivel chair was comfortable. I spun around in it idly, giddy at the thought of collecting a paycheck for *this*.\n\nMy work \"uniform\" was flexible. I was told to \"go crazy\" with it, so I did. Today I wore a necktie and tearaway stripper pants. Tomorrow I thought maybe I'd wear a fancy tearaway shirt and a banana hammock. Maybe Friday's could be *just* the banana hammock. So many options!\n\nMy desk, fittingly, had very few items on it. Just some papers and pencils for show. I was also in charge of all the staples and other consumables, to make sure employees had a reason to come see me... *regularly*.\n\nOver 60% of the company's workforce was female, and internal polls had determined that it was time to modernize. But not everyone was onboard with the change. When the lady filling my position previously had left for a better opportunity, my hiring had been highly controversial.\n\nOne woman, in particular, was shamelessly vocal about her disapproval. She was eastern European with a thick accent and ass. Honestly, of all the women in the office, she turned me on *the most*. Her long dark locks and piercing eyes made my heart flutter, while her curves took my eyes for a rollercoaster ride of pleasure every time she walked by in her tight pencil skirt and translucent white blouse.\n\nShe walked by with a coworker and I heard her growling at her friend in good but harsh English, \"I can't believe this company's hiring practices are so misogynistic even position of office slut was given to a man.\"\n\nHer short, blonde friend shrugged her shoulders and shot me a wink as they walked past. \"I don't know,\" she said. \"I kinda like it better.\"\n\n\"I have many man-whores,\" my muse responded. \"I prefer soft beauty at work, hard cock at home.\"\n\nThe blonde doubled back and poked her head around the corner at me. \"Hey,\" she said to the other woman, her lust-filled eyes locked on me. \"I need... staples. You need anything Annie?\"\n\n*Annie*, I thought to myself. *I'll have to try to seduce her later. She needs to relax.*\n\nAnnie let out a disgusted sigh. \"No. I go without staples.\" I heard her march away, her high heals thumping on the thin office carpet.\n\nThe blonde eyed me seductively and I grinned back at her. She circled my chair, dragging her fingertips against my powerful chest muscles. \"Hm,\" she wondered. \"Where *are* the staples?\" She poked around from behind my chair and drew a long, passionate kiss from my lips, reaching her hand into my pants. \"Are they in here?\" She wondered playfully.\n\nThe only trouble with the job was that I wasn't allowed to cum until after 5pm, and the ones working late were usually not the hot women. I didn't *mind* the men and the less attractive women. *Everyone* deserves love and pleasure. But normally the ones that turned me on most were also the first to leave the office at closing time.\n\nThe blonde eagerly sucked my cock for a bit before mounting me until she came. She pulled up her panties, straightened out her skirt, and left without grabbing any staples.\n\nI lazily browsed my many drawers of office supplies, familiarizing myself with the layout for a while. Then I decided to get up and wander the office, checking out my coworkers, waving and winking, and introducing myself.\n\nWhen I found where Annie sat my heart jumped. She was focused on her computer and I was sure she didn't see me approach, but the moment I opened my mouth to say something she very flatly said, \"Go away.\" I was shocked, and surprised.\n\n\"Look,\" I said. \"I know you don't like me. I...\"\n\nShe cut me off. \"You are right, I don't like you.\"\n\n\"Well, I just wanted to let you know that I *do* like you.\"\n\nShe froze. \"Why?\" She asked, still dry and emotionless.\n\n\"Well, I think you're probably the sexiest woman in this entire company for one.\" I started.\n\nShe turned her head to the side, eyeing me from the corner of her eye. \"Go on,\" she said cautiously.\n\n\"You're *insanely* hot. You've got curves that should be illegal, and even your accent turns me on.\" She was motionless and unresponsive. \"And something about your eyes captivates me every time you walk by.\"\n\nSlowly she turned to face me, peering at me with those murderously gorgeous eyes. I must have looked smitten because she grinned mischievously. \"And what do you want, man-whore?\"\n\n\"I know you don't like me, but I was hoping maybe you could give me a chance after hours, that way nobody has to see you enjoying me.\"\n\nShe continued squinting at me like I was a speck on her phone screen. Finally, she turned back around and said, \"Go away,\" again.\n\nI sighed and continued making my rounds. But I knew I'd gotten her attention. Hopefully she'd come around.\n\nClosing time came and went. My last visitor was a plus sized cutie from accounting who hadn't had cock in 3 years. She was exuberant and hungry, and I had to slow her down several times since it wasn't yet 5 o'clock. She said she'd come by after 5 sometime, and I told her I looked forward to it.\n\nThough it was only my second day on the job, I had decided I'd stay until 6 every night. That way I could increase my odds of getting to cum. But so far nobody really knew I stayed so late. The only person I'd talked to about it was Annie.\n\nI let out a frustrated groan at 6 and got up to leave. I collected my backpack and slung it over my shoulder and nearly crashed into Annie around the corner. She wasn't moving, she was just standing there.\n\n\"Oh my!\" I exclaimed. \"I didn't know you were there! How long have you been standing there?\"\n\nShe looked embarrassed. \"I don't know,\" she said. \"Fifteen minutes?\"\n\n\"Well,\" I began, but before I could get another word out she grabbed my face and pulled me in for a long, forceful kiss. I dropped my bag and leaned into it. Her lips were just as delicious as they'd looked. I let my hands go wild exploring her bodacious body, grabbing her ass, running along her powerful back muscles, and sliding up under her skirt where I discovered that she wasn't wearing anything at all.\n\nShe was wet and began clawing at my pants. But I stepped back briefly and tore them away with flourish. She laughed and dragged me into my cubicle. She bent over my desk and lifted her skirt, revealing a gorgeous pussy, a perfect flower of sexual delight. \"I know you can only cum after hours man-whore. Tonight, I am your slut. I want your cum in my pussy.\"\n\nI smiled and slapped her ass with my cock a few times before sliding inside. It was *just* as heavenly as I had imagined. Sometimes, you can just tell by looking at a woman's face that she's going to have an amazing pussy. I don't know, maybe that's just my superpower.\n\nI thrust eagerly in her tight, magnificent pleasure hole. She squeaked daintily each time my hips smacked her ass. I rattled the desk and made her thighs ripple. I hadn't pounded any of the girls like this, because I hadn't been planning on cumming. But this was different and it was incredible.\n\n\"Do you want to get on top?\" I asked, breathing heavily and wondering if she'd like to assert some dominance.\n\n\"No,\" she insisted. \"Just cum for me man-whore.\"\n\nI was close. It only took a few more railings and I could feel myself beginning to fire off my load, a massive wave of relief and pleasure surging through my cock. I pulsed powerfully, cum shooting erratically into her depths.\n\nI pulled out and it gushed from her, splattering on the carpet.\n\n\"Oops!\" she cried, embarrassed.\n\n\"Don't worry,\" I said. \"I'm told janitorial will take care of it later tonight.\"\n\nShe stood up and pulled her skirt back down, smiling at me. \"I think we might do that again soon,\" she said offhandedly as she walked away."
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"content": "Harold was just settling in, after a long day in the alchemical studies classroom when he started to feel a tingling on the back of his neck.\n\nReaching for his glasses, the student mage peered around the darkness of his room. His glasses work quite where they should have been though...\n\nAs his fingers neared his spectacles, they seemed to scoot away from him, always just out of reach. He could barely see their lenses reflecting the dim light of the room, as they floated up off of his bedside table and started to hover in midair above him.\n\nA broad toothy grin appeared underneath his glasses, and then one eye opened behind one of the right lenses, peering down at him. That eye gave him a mischievous wink, as the left eye opened behind the other lens. The two purple and lovely eyes seemed to almost glow in the dark, as they peered down at him with obvious hunger. There was a giggle, and then a nimble little tongue ran over the lips of the smile floating there. Harold could feel a weight pinning him down to the bed, and something tickled the side of his neck.\n\nHe looked to see a purple and black striped cat tail brushing his face, and when he looked back, he could see the rest of the cat girl it was attached to, straddling him on his bed.\n\n\"Char... Charlotte!?\" He called out, towards the blurry girl sitting on him.\n\n\"Oooooh. You remembered my name!\" The Cheshire cat purred, as she flipped his glasses off of her face with her delicate fingers and placed them on his. She smiled and gave an extra toothy grin. \"I knew there was something special about you, cutie!\"\n\nHe had only seen the lithe and busty cat girl in a few of his classes, notably illusion and shadow magic. Apparently cheshires had an affinity for it. She seemed popular but aloof, and he hadn't considered talking to her. It was a surprise to find her in a position so... Intimate. \"What are you doing here?\" He asked.\n\nShe smiled and raised a delicately manicured hand to her chin, her purple clawed fingers delicately tapping her plump and plush purple lips. \"A fine question.. isn't it? What am I doing here? What are any of us doing here? I suppose I'm doing as I do... I certainly couldn't do as I don't.\" Her head had seemed to drift off of her body slightly, as she thought, but her other hand seemed to casually press it back down onto her neck. She turned her gaze toward Harold again. \"The more interesting question, however, is what are *you* doing here?\"\n\n\"Sleeping?\" Harold said,\n\nPursing her lips, the cat girl raised an eyebrow in confusion. \"Sleeping? You couldn't possibly be doing sleeping. My name is Charlotte! And you're doing me!\"\n\nShe unlaced the front of her bodice, and her plump, heavy breasts tumbled-free, jiggling in the moonlight.\n\nAt the same time, she reached her hand directly though Harold's pajamas, grasping his cock with her soft hand. She reached behind herself and somehow had his pajamas there in her other hand all of a sudden. Harold wasn't quite sure how he'd become nude, but he was!"
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"content": "My heart jumped when I opened the door. One of the most beautiful women I had *ever* seen was standing there looking shy and adorable. \"Who... who are you?\" I manage.\n\n\"Oh! I'm your girlfriend for the day! Your friend rented me for you, and I'm yours for 24 hours.\" She smiled warmly.\n\nI check my watch. \"7am? You're late!\" I take her by the wrist and pull her into my cold, lonely apartment. She laughs and I begin helping her out of her clothes. \"We won't be needing clothes,\" I inform her.\n\nI hadn't been aware of my friend arranging this, but it sounded like something he'd do, and I hadn't had any action in over 6 months. My cock started turning to stone as my hands navigated her body removing several articles of clothing. The cool fall air outside already had people in sweaters and multiple layers. My apartment was a little on the cool side, but we'd keep each other warm.\n\n\"Oh my,\" she said, upon seeing my stiff erection. She used a finger to pull the tip away from my torso and laughed when it sprang back to vertical. \"Umm...\" she started, looking at it. \"What would you like?\" She blushed.\n\n\"You're my girlfriend,\" I said. \"You know what I want.\" I grinned at her.\n\nShe got on her knees and began to kiss it, from the balls to the head, then she started licking and stroking it, sucking gently on the tip. Before long she was expertly blowing me, massaging my balls and stroking me with her lips and tongue. It was good, but I craved pussy. She looked up at me and saw the way my hungry eyes were already devouring her. She grinned and stood.\n\nWe kissed. It was slow at first, but as she stroked me the passion built up. I fondled and explored her body with my hands, eventually finding my way to her delightfully smooth pussy. She was *so* wet. I brought the nectar to my mouth and sucked it from my fingers. She smiled and sucked on one of my fingers as well.\n\nShe pulled me by the dick to the couch where she sat, legs spread wide, and I went down on her. She was *delicious*. I dove in, reveling in her moans and shudders as I ravenously pleasured her with my mouth and fingers. She came, screaming, pulling my head in hard against her crotch, all the while my cock grew so hard it began to ache and I couldn't take it any longer.\n\nI sat beside her and she swung her leg around and mounted me, guiding my shaft in with ease, despite how tight she was. It was a heavenly ride. She moved her hips with such a deeply sensual, erotic gyration that I was hypnotized by the way she stroked my cock with her pussy. Forward and back, up and down, both of our pleasure zones in constant contact, her viscous fluids providing the perfect environment for maximum pleasure.\n\nShe loved it when I came, moaning louder than I did, reaching down and stroking me to help pump herself full of my cum.\n\nThen, she sat there, looking into my eyes for a moment, just smiling. My cock lavished in the warm embrace of her flower as she leaned in and kissed me some more. Then she pulled me off the couch and into the bathroom where we showered.\n\nIt was a really nice shower. She had me wash her body. It was such an intimate way to appreciate her beauty. Then she washed me off, tenderly making sure every part of me was clean.\n\nWe dried off and cuddled on the couch for the rest of the morning until we were hungry. We made lunch together, playfully slapping each other's asses and getting into a little food fight. Then we decided to go out for a while. She showed me around her favorite parts of town and when we got hungry we went out for a nice dinner. We sat close and fondled each other in the restaurant.\n\nBy the time we got home we were aching for each other again. This time we made out while stripping, then I fucked her against the wall, bent her over my kitchen table, prone boned her on the floor, and she rode me until we both came in the living room in front of the television. We kissed and cuddled until the cum leakage was too much, then we showered again.\n\nAt night we got into bed together. We held each other close, falling asleep face to face. In the middle of the night I woke up to her stroking me. It was a tremendous boner and it would have been a shame to let it go to waste. We fucked on our side, her cool, round ass perfectly cupped by my legs and hips as I thrust deep into her, eventually cumming while holding her close.\n\nIn the morning we held each other until 10.\n\n\"Weren't you supposed to leave at 7?\" I asked, smiling.\n\n\"Hmmm,\" she said, her face against my back, her arms wrapped around my chest. \"I guess I *was* supposed to leave. But... I didn't.\"\n\n\"So...\" I said. \"What does that mean?\"\n\nShe kissed the back of my neck. \"I don't know,\" she said. \"I guess we'll find out.\""
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"content": "This is over 4,100 words, and still nowhere near finished. Posting what I have so far, because if I don't, then I never will:\n\n-----\n\nJohn was both confused, and terrified. Was this a trick? A way of calling him out, or a final chance for him to offer a confession? The look she was giving him seemed sincere, but this couldn't possibly be a coincidence, could it? \"What makes you think that that would help?\" he offered in reply, hoping that more detail would make it easier what his wife was up to. \"Well...\" Sarah replied, \"I know she has kind of a crush on you.\" *You can say that again.*, John though. \"She's always staring at you in the office, bending over to give you a good look at her ass.\" *I've done a lot more than just look at it.*, \"Which I don't mind of course. I've never been the jealous type. Truth be told, it's always turned me on how much other women find you attractive.\" *Wait, is she saying that she knows, and she's cool with it?* \"Mainly because I know at the end of the day that you're all **mine**.\", *Okay, are you just trying to fuck with my head.*, \"And honestly, I think that how much she likes you has been good for me. Remember how she was before you started coming to the office to check on me?\" *All too fucking well. You came home ever night three hours late, mascara runing down your face, and voice to hoarse to talk. I couldn't bare to see you like that. I wish I could tell you the whole truth.* \"But every since you did, she's been treating me just like everyone else in the office. She's even started *flirting* with me. You know I'm bi, and I'm not gonna lie, she is pretty sexy. Isn't she?\" *Oh fuck that **has** to be a test.* \"She's... she's nice. You're better, obviously.\" Sarah laughed at that. \"Jesus John, it's not a competition. You're allowed to find other women attractive.\" He sighed in relief, at that. Either she doesn't know, or she does, but she's into it. \"You're just not allowed to *fuck them.\" *Okay this can't be a coincidence, there is **no fucking way**.* \"Unless I say so, obviously.\" *I'm gonna have an aneurysm. I'm going to have a fucking aneurysm.* \"So, what do you think? Are you into it? You're allowed not to be.\" \n\n\"When's the dinner, Sarah?\"\n\n\"Is that a yes?\"\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"Tonight. An hour after my shift ends.\" She grinned, kissed him deeply on the lips, and then whispered in his ear. \"Everyone always tells me that I'm lucky to have you. After tonight, maybe they'll start saying it backwards.\", and then she sat back at her desk, and bade him leave her office. He did, walking down the hallway as fast as he could, without raising suspicion, praying that Amanda would be in her usual space downstairs. She wasn't. She wasn't even in the building. He couldn't reach her by phone either, and her flatmate said she wasn't home. *Fuck. Okay. The dinner is at 6pm. I have 5 and half hours to figure out what the fuck is going on.* This had to be the first time in six months he'd had any trouble getting ahold of her. Normally Amanda was one text, and 15 minutes away from having his cock in her mouth, no matter the hour, the weather, or the distance. How the fuck did he end up on this mess?\n\n----\n\nAmanda couldn't help but giggle, when Sarah asked her to dinner, with her and John. She passed it off as just remembering a joke from earlier, but still, the woman she was cuckqueaning, inviting her over to dine with her husband, over a meal she'd made for the three of them. Either she knew more than she let on, or she was the dimmest girl Amanda had ever met. She accepted it of course. It wouldn't do for Master's slutty little fuckpet to make herself unavailable to him, when the opportunity arose. Though she imagined he wouldn't see it that way. If she got through this without a caning it would greatly surprise her, but then she'd always been a brat. *Oh God, she's still waiting for an answer.* \"Of course, I would be honoured to eat with you, and John, tonight. What should I bring?\" *Besides my sexiest lingerie, my puppydog eyes, and an excuse for staying the night?* \"Oh, just bring your appetite.\" *\"Oh JuSt BrInG yOuR aPpEtIte\", for fuck's sake Sarah, drop the humilities, just tell me what you want*, \"Oh that's very kind of you to say, but I must insist on bringing something. Perhaps *dessert*?\" The joke was corny, but it amused her nonetheless. Sarah naturally saw nothing in the comment, the girl was such an idiot. If it wasn't for John, she would probably have been fired by now, but that's the nature of these things. \"I've prepared something myself, which I think you might find *especially appetising*\", *oh God, is she trying to sound flirtatious? No, obviously not, she's just mimicking my own body language back at me. Probably a tip she learned in some stupid self-help book.* \"If you insist, Sarah. I'm afraid I need to get back to my work now. I look forward to seeing *both* of you tonight. \n\nAs Sarah left the room, Amanda took out her phone to message John: \"Can't wait to see you both tonight. Maybe after she goes to bed, we can do the same?\", but chose not to send it. In fact, she turned her phone off. Tonight was going to be a surprise, she decided. She was going to catch her master off guard, and see if he could 'tame' her without his idiot wife noticing. The thought of it already had her wet, so she made her excuses, left the office, and headed downtown. She had some preparing to do... but not before she tended to the aching between her legs. As she got into her car, she closed the tinted windows, pushed the seat back, pulled off her soaked panties, and began to rub her throbbing clit; she only teased it, of course. She would be in enough trouble as it was, without coming without permission. She closed her eyes, rubbed herself with one hand, and turned on the radio with the other, to cover the sounds of her squeaks and moans. Her mind drifted back to their first time together. *How long was it? Six months?* She wandered, as the vision of him furiously storming into her office after hours flooded her mind, and made her melt into her seat. \n\n---\n\nIt was a rhetorical question, Jon knew exactly how he'd ended up in this mess. He could close his eyes, and it was that night again:\n\nJohn had never been more pissed off in his life. Sarah was the kindest, gentlest, most helpful, and friendly human being he had ever met, and she was just *gone*. She'd come home crying, night after night, and more than once had had to beg him not to go to the office, and kill that boss of hers. Tonight, she hadn't even cried. She hadn't done anything. She just walked in the door, emotionless, completely blank. He asked her if she was okay, and she just stared into space, dissociating. She wouldn't say anything, she wouldn't even move. He hugged her, and she just stayed still. He was going to call the doctor, but as soon as he pulled his phone out, she turned to face him, and said \"Why bother. Let me die.\" After that, she lied down to the couch, closed her eyes, and within a minute, she was asleep. John carried her to bed, took her shoes off, tucked her in, and brought her some water, painkillers, and snacks, in case she woke up, then sat beside her, brooding, reliving the last half-year, since she started working at Baumgarten. She'd been so happy when she got the job. \"The hours are good, the work is mentally-challenging in a good way, and you should *see* the starting bonus.\", it had been the down-payment on their house. If she quit, they'd lose it. She couldn't, and her boss knew it. The man was a fucking sociopath. \"The President\" was all she ever called him, all she was allowed to, even at home, because she was afraid of what would happen if she slipped up. She never just said his name, or \"him\", or even just \"President\", always \"*the* President\", for fear of what'd happen if she slipped up. Every night she came home hours late, after being forced to do torrents of unpaid overtime. Her lunch always got stolen before she could eat it, and if she complained, they made her work through the lunch break. Every day, she received more insults, screams, thrown objects, and tipped-over desks than *anyone* could be expected to take. She'd even once been told \"I'd smack you in your dumb bitch face, if I didn't know gingers bruised so easily.\" All John could do was cook her a nice meal, stroke her hair, listen to her tell her stories, and try to be as supportive as he could. She tried going to HR, but the head of the department was a 60 year-old Union-Buster, who made it clear if she complained again, she'd be fired. She would've recorded her, but Baumgarten had a strict \"No phones, except for management\" policy. She tried asking her other coworkers to help, and they stopped talking to her, for fear that it'd get them persecuted to. She hadn't had a conversation at work with anyone but the psycho in charge in over 6 weeks. John had tried going to the office, to check on her during the day, and as soon as he mentioned Sarah's name, they refused him access to the building. He couldn't help her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Time to go to the Monster Slave market. There’s a girl there for every desire. Just choose wisely, they’re still monsters after all. | [
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"content": "Tod paced thoughtfully along the lineup. They were chained together neatly on a long wooden platform. An attempt had been made to evenly space them out, though with their varying sizes it was a difficult task.\n\nHe recognized some of their species. There was a werewolf, a vampire, a tentacle girl, some kind of blob... *Hmm*, he thought to himself. *That could be fun.* But there were some he had to ask about.\n\n\"Excuse me,\" Tod began, waving down one of the attendants. \"That one looks entirely normal. How is she a monster?\"\n\n\"Oh, her?\" He asked, flamboyantly. \"She's got vagina dentata.\"\n\n\"Vagina denta-what?\" Tod repeated. \"Is that a disease?\"\n\n\"No,\" he said making a dismissive gesture. \"It means her pussy's got teeth sweetie.\"\n\n\"Oh my...\" Tod grabbed his junk. \"Why would *anyone* want to fuck her?\"\n\nThe attendant smiled. \"Some men find it thrilling. Legend has it that it's the best sex you've ever had, and if you can keep her stimulated enough she *won't* bite off your cock.\"\n\nTod's eyes went wide. \"Uh, no thanks.\" He continued browsing. The centauress looked interesting, certainly exotic, but he wasn't sure it'd be tight enough for him. They had a giant woman, she had to be at least fifteen feet tall, but he figured the size problem would be even worse for his dick.\n\nThere were several varieties of partial breeds. Girls that were part cat, part dog, part snake, part bear... None of them seemed very appealing to him. He liked his women with *less* hair,* and scales didn't appeal to him. Though, he did pause at the mermaid tank to wonder for a moment.\n\nHe almost missed her. It looked like one of the slaves had been purchased already so he kept walking, but then he noticed a small cage on the ground, attached to the chains that ran between each girl. Inside the cage there was a tiny nude girl, about six inches tall, with long, blond hair. She paced around her cage for a moment, then sat on the ground with a sigh, resting her head in her hands.\n\nTod got closer and had to get on his hands and knees to get a good look. She was *gorgeous*. He couldn't believe she was still available. Once again he signaled the attendant.\n\n\"Oh that is a *very* good selection, sir,\" the man said enthusiastically. \"Several have inquired about her today already.\"\n\n\"Why hasn't anyone taken her yet?\" Tod asked.\n\n\"Oh, sweetie,\" he said sympathetically, \"so far nobody can afford her.\" He pouted. \"But,\" he added quickly, \"I can *assure* you she's worth the price. She comes with an ancient instruction manual just *filled* to the brim with secrets we aren't allowed to discuss.\"\n\n\"Well how much is she?\" Tod asked.\n\nThe attendant leaned in close and whispered in Tod's ear. \"If you have to ask, you can't afford her hon.\"\n\nTod's eyes went wide. *Could she really be worth that much?* he wondered to himself. He got back down and looked at her, then looked back up at the attendant. \"Am I allowed to speak with her? Does she even speak our language?\"\n\nThe attendant nodded in the affirmative, but said, \"I'll warn you, she can be *very* persuasive. If you talk to her, you're *going* to take her home.\"\n\nFifteen minutes later Tod was carrying the cage and a surprisingly lean instruction manual to his car. He was sweating a great deal thinking about the damage he had done to his retirement savings, but she and the attendant had assured him she was worth the price.\n\nOn the drive home he got to know her a bit, asking about how she ended up in the slave market. She had a fascinating story and by the time he pulled into his garage he had laughed, cried, and chuckled through most of the events of her relatively short life. She was a magical being who could potentially live forever, though she was only about twenty-five years old.\n\nOnce inside he set the cage on his couch and cracked open the book. Inside there were several magic words and phrases that could be used to tweak and adjust nearly *everything* about her, from her physique to her size. She could be anywhere from just an inch tall all the way up to nearly six feet tall, all he had to do was say the word. Similarly, her disposition toward him could be influenced with magic words, though there was a warning that she could defy the influence of the magic if she felt overly abused, neglected, or otherwise mistreated.\n\nTod was interested in experiencing her at her current six inch form, but had plans to experiment in the future. He said a few words to ensure she was inclined to stay with him and serve him, then he opened the cage.\n\nShe stepped out looking grateful to be out of the bare metal surroundings of her cage. She laughed as her weight shifted dramatically on the soft couch cushion and she almost fell over. Tod reached out a hand to catch her. He swooned over how soft and silky her hair felt against his hand as he steadied her tiny body.\n\nHe put his hand, palm up, on the couch and she stepped on, her soft bare feet pressing gently into his warm flesh. He could feel her little toes wiggling as he lifted her to his face. She leaned over and kissed him on the nose, a delightfully soft, mildly wet kiss that lingered with him and made him blush. He gently helped her sit and lay back on his left hand as he inspected her perfectly sculpted body.\n\nHe used his thumbs to feel how firm her tiny but voluptuous breasts were. She laughed as he dragged his finger gently along her firm abs. Even his pinky finger was too large to really enjoy her miniscule pussy, but she climbed onto his index finger and began grinding on it, moaning with her soft voice. He felt her juices on his finger as she undulated her hips and built toward orgasm. After a moment she shuddered and her surprisingly powerful thighs clamped down on his finger as she came, gasping and crying out with joy. Then she collapsed forward on his finger, her breasts straddling him and her head hanging off the edge like she was a limp doll.\n\nTod lifted her to eye level and saw that she was smiling. \"Wow,\" he said, \"that was really something.\"\n\nShe sat up. \"Now drop me in your pants,\" she said, grinning.\n\nHe pulled his pants away from his abdomen and dropped her in. He watched for a moment, but she called up for him to shut her inside so she could go to work.\n\nShe nimbly maneuvered herself around until she had her feet on his groin on either side of his cock and she was pressing her back against the inside of his boxers. She held his cock in her arms and began licking around the head, expertly navigating all of his *most* erogenous zones. She hugged him tightly, her perky tits pressing into his shaft as she pumped her legs and stroked him with her entire body, licking and nibbling at him the whole time.\n\nIt was *fantastic*. Simple, yet *extremely* effective. Before he knew it he was tingling, the thrill of pleasure growing deep in his flesh everywhere she touched him. He came quickly. She continued to stroke his pulsating cock while he spewed his load all over the inside of his boxers. When he pulled her out she was *drenched* in cum. He walked her to the sink and rinsed her off in warm water.\n\nTod quickly fell in love with her. She told him her name was Bina. She preferred her six inch size, and most days she traveled with him in his pocket. She helped sew a zipper into his pocket so that she could crawl into his boxers whenever she wanted. Some nights though he made her full sized so they could explore more traditional penetration and kiss.\n\nOver the following year they fell in love. At the back of her book there was a magic phrase that would release her from the power of the magic words and grant her all of the same powers over her own body. He uttered the words and she immediately grew to full size and kissed him. They were married the following month, and to this day she rides around in his pocket most of the time."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She could go 1 day without the other girls in her class groping her chest in the locker room, it seemed like they were obsessed with her breasts, and all the groping was just making them bigger! She had no idea why her chest was given so much attention... | [
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"content": "Tiffany had always been a little bit busty, but that was before she'd moved in with her classmates.\n\nAnastasia, the queen bee of the school, had immediately noticed Tiffany's plump breasts jutting out a bit due to the push-up bra Tiffany had decided to wear to \"put her best foot forward.\"\n\nGiggling, the red-haired Anastasia had sneaked up behind Tiffany and grabbed the taller blonde girl by the boobs, groping and caressing the other girl's chest. Tiffany had burst out into giggles and moans, both tickled and aroused by the way that Anastasia was handling her tits. This only seemed to spur the other girl on further, and she didn't let up on groping Tiffany until she was a total mess. Tiffany's knees actually went weak, and she was left kneeling on the ground, blushing and flushed, embarrassed and aroused despite herself.\n\nAnastasia smiled and smirked, obviously marveling at her handiwork and the way that she'd gotten such an intense reaction out of the new girl. \"Oh my god! That's so fun! I bet you love it!\"\n\n\"I... uh...\" Tiffany tried to object, but Anastasia just talked over her, gathering a crowd of the other girls around and seeming to whisper and titter to them, as they all stared and gestured at Tiffany's tits. The tall, leggy blonde couldn't understand all of what they were saying, but there seemed to be a lot of boob talk, and definitely something that Anastasia was whispering about.\n\nTiffany's breasts were partially exposed, the grope / tickle session having pulled her button down vest open, exposing The white lace cups of her bra and the upper swells of her lovely double D's. The other girls dispersed before Tiffany could get herself back together.\n\nAnd then it happened again! Mitzi, one of Anastasia's friends, and one of Tiffany's new roommates had grabbed her in the hole between classes, and she too seemed keen to rub and squeeze Tiffany's breasts like a maniac, squishing and jiggling them around in her shirt. Mitzi was barely 5 ft tall, and she had to practically lean her whole body into Tiffany's 6 ft frame to restrain her, but the intense sensations from her breasts did more than enough work to keep Tiffany from really fighting back. She felt her brain getting short circuited by the tickling and by the way that not only her tits, but every erogenous zone in her body seem to be lighting up. Her nipples were stiff, and her clit was stiffer. Her pussy felt so wet that she was worried she might suck her panties, and the smaller girl just kept rubbing at groping her breasts.\n\nTiffany could swear that her breasts felt even hotter and heavier than they had when Anastasia had done it!, And it seems like her bra felt even tighter somehow. Mitzi didn't let up until Tiffany collapsed again, brought nearly to the edge of orgasm by the intensity of the assault. It wasn't just a group of her roommates staring at her this time though, now it was a crowd of students who are all in between classes, watching not only a sheet been tickle groped to the edge of oblivion, but also watching now, as she was blushing and panting, kneeling on the ground with her top disheveled and her legs trembling. Mitzi tousled Tiffany's hair before giggling and giving the other girl a kiss on the forehead, quickly making her exit. Tiffany wasn't sure if she'd be able to get her composure back in time to get to class!\n\nAnastasia and her girls quickly befriended Tiffany, inviting her to all of their parties and events, introducing them to all of their friends, and soon making Tiffany's breasts a focal point of the group's chatter and \"playful\" teasing.\n\nAnastasia would often invite the taller girl to sit on her lap whenever she could, and she would casually feel up Tiffany's thighs while also groping and nuzzling her breasts. Anastasia was incredibly pretty, and, as much as she assured Tiffany that she was pretty too, Tiffany always felt like the drop dead gorgeous redhead was out of her league. Anastasia seemed to catch on to just how much of a crush Tiffany was starting to get on her, and she capitalized on it to great effect!\n\nShe could tell that Tiffany seemed to crave her attention, and she was more than willing to give it! Tiffany was constantly getting felt up in the middle of the hall, outside, even before bed! Sometimes even in bed!\n\nAnastasia had come into Tiffany's room one night and spooned behind her, groping Tiffany's breasts and snuggling up behind her, letting Tiffany be the little spoon despite being taller. Anastasia claimed that Tiffany's breasts just felt amazing, and that it was perfectly normal for girls to cuddle together to help each other sleep better.\n\nMeanwhile, Tiffany's breasts seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. In the first week or so after she'd arrived, she had found that she suddenly couldn't get any of her bras to fasten. Her boobs felt like they were getting fatter, and they were definitely getting more sensitive! She wasn't sure what was happening, but her breasts were each the size of a cantaloupe already, and none of them would fit into any of her tops without looking positively lewd. Tiffany attributed it to the freshman 15, and she was glad that she still had a nice slim tummy. She looked at her breasts in the mirror though, and she couldn't deny that they were definitely bigger, rounder, and hanging more heavily on her chest, to luscious spheres of jiggling bounty that were getting harder and harder to hide.\n\nNot that any of her classmates would have let her hide them! Grabbing and groping Tiffany's boobs had become practically the group's main bonding activity, and then something new happened..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: New ladies' college's student council president learns she will have to act prim and proper 24/7 and her dress code will prevent any unladylike slip ups. This was why previous president was so uptight all the time. She is looking forward to it. | [
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"content": "(chastity, mention of some bathroom stuff)\n\n\"well let's see how far I'll get with the cage.\" it took a bit of working but I got it on, I still could go to the bathroom with it on even though it blocked everything down there from easily getting opened.\n\nafter a few weeks I got congratulations for putting up with it and with being so proper about it. after the school committee found I was actually wearing a chastity cage I had a discussion with them about having it removed but I managed to convince them that I could wear it until next school year.\n\n(hope you like it)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a hard breakup, you return home from college to recuperate. What you didn’t expect was for your mother to offer herself to help you out. | [
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"content": "\nReplacement\n\nEver since Tyler came home from college, he was an emotional mess. After two months Beth couldn't take it anymore. \"Come on, Tyler. You need to get up.\"\n\n\"What time is it?\" He asked with blurry eyes.\n\n\"Almost noon.\" Beth said with a huff. \"You at least need to shower and get some exercise.\" She yanked away his sheets and revealed his naked body curled on his side. He didn't even try to hide his substantial cock. The smell wafted up. It took her twenty minutes of prodding to get him to his feet and shambling towards the bathroom.\n\nHe didn't seem to notice that Beth was in her robe. That is until it hit the ground. \"Mom? What the hell is this?\" Tyler asked as his eyes roamed her well maintained body. \n\n\"They're called tits, dear.\" Beth said with a laugh as she stepped in the shower with him.\n\n\"But, why are they out?\" His eyes were glued to them.\n\n\"You haven't properly washed in over a month,dear. I need to make sure you do.\" Beth said in her stern motherly tone. She grabbed a bar of soap and started rubbing it along his body. \"The way you're acting I'm starting to think your girlfriend never treated you right.\"\n\n\"Well, she didn't look like you.\" He said as her hands scrubbed the soap across his chest.\n\n\"I'm sure a young woman like her had much more to offer.\" She drew her hands down until she was gripping his penis.\n\nHe gasped and his hands moved to her breasts through instinct. His fingers gently pinched her plump nipples. A shiver traveled through her body as he did. \"She was always too busy for sex. I barely got to touch her.\" Tyler's expression soured. \"Turns out she was cheating.\"\n\nBeth hushed him as she stroked his engorged cock. A groan escaped his lips. \"Focus on this and then we will focus on cleaning you up.\" Beth's strict motherly voice is what pushed Tyler over the edge. He came buckets.\n\n\"Yes, mommy.\" Tyle shivered. \n\nHe listened to what she wanted him to do and started cleaning his room. The problem was when he drank that night. Tyler just started to sob uncontrollably. \"How about we play a game?\" \n\n\"What?\" Tyler had to stop sobbing to ask. \n\n\"If I make you come you have to answer a question truthfully, and the same goes for if you make me come. No vaginal or anal sex though.\" Beth explained as she led him to the living room couch. Though the idea was appealing, the sound of his mother saying the words \"vaginal or anal sex\" pinballed around in his brain.\n\n\"Are you sure?\" He asked and her answer came in the form of a kiss. They must have kissed thousands of times but this was a very different sort. Tyler was in such shock when she used tongue that he became instantly hard.\n\nThey rolled around on the couch making out like teenagers. Eventually her blouse became unbuttoned and her large breasts spilled out. He just had to experience those matronly nipples. They felt heavenly in his mouth. His hand slid down into her panties and to his surprise she began to shake after he rubbed her clit for a minute while sucking her tits.\n\n\"Okay, I'll answer anything.\" Beth said with a laugh.\n\n\"What do I need to do to be allowed for vaginally or anal sex?\" Tyler asked as he stroked his own cock.\n\n\"You need to exercise and wash daily to get in my pussy.\" Beth whispered into his ear. \"My ass is something you earn if you get a job or enroll in community college.\"\n\n\"Well, I washed today.\" Tyler answered with a grip on his cock.\n\n\"I'm willing to count sex as exercise if you go as hard as you can.\" Beth looked him in the eye and they immediately began to peel off what little clothing they still had on.\n\nHis rod slid inside her and they both paused to revel in the taboo of it. After that moment passed he began a primal assault on the pussy that birthed him. She let out moans of pleasure while he pressed his hands on her shoulders to hold her in place. The rhythm was unrelenting. He was covered in sweat when she orgasimed for the second time. \n\nThis time he was inside her when it happened. The sensation of the reaction was too much. Tyler exploded inside his mother and she gave him a long kiss.\n\nThey cuddled afterward and Beth gave him some suggestions on where to apply for a good job."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Birth Note: The human who's name is written in this notebook will conceive a child. (Non-Con, Pregnancy) | [
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"content": "Now, I’m not writing the prompt, but this could be used in a very roundabout way to improve one’s life. Say you’re in a relationship right? You simply write down, your name, or your partners name, to become preggers after they reach an annual income of say, 100k in six months. If it goes by the rules stated. Then these conditions will be met to coincide what you’ve written. For most people the 100k would be an absolute win. And if you’re writing the pregnancy, then it’s a win for you as well."
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"content": "Barry Stratton's law office ran like a finely tuned engine. Every piston, every cog, every wheel... all hand picked and assembled by him. His paralegals were better studied than most lawyers. But his two stars, the top performers on his team, were introducing some wobble. Their gears were grinding and he had to figure out how to make them work together or his whole engine might need to be rebuilt from the ground up.\n\nThen, one day, the solution fell into his lap. It was a case that was so perfectly suited for the two of them that even HR wouldn't be able to stop him from assigning it to them. Between the two of them, *if* they could learn to work together, they would win the case. No question. The only doubt that remained was whether they could iron out the kinks and combine their talents to secure their victory.\n\n***\n\nNathan saw the email first. It came right at five o'clock, just as the rest of the office was leaving for the day. It came directly from Barry Stratton. \"See me in my office. Now.\" He didn't even check the rest of the recipient list. He scrambled from his chair and rushed to the office. Somehow that slut Natalie was already there.\n\nShe was *so* inexperienced. Sure, she was decent at litigation, but everyone knew she only got the job because of her perfect ass and plump tits. She had the figure of a goddess and she wore such tight clothing that *every* man in the office (and some of the women) drooled when she walked by.\n\nBarry explained the case. Nathan and Natalie took notes quietly, then Natalie asked some infuriatingly stupid questions. Mr. Stratton was *far* too patient with her. Finally they got up and left the office and went back to their own offices, on opposite ends of the building.\n\nNathan was packing some files into his briefcase, getting ready to leave, when he looked up and saw Natalie standing in the doorway. Even the sound of her voice annoyed him. \"This case is important. We're going to have to work together on it or we don't stand a chance.\"\n\n\"Spare me,\" he sneered, walking around to the front of his desk. \"I can handle this one on my own. I'm senior to you in every way, more experienced, and I'm a partner for a reason. Just keep out of my way and keep my coffee mug full.\"\n\nHer jaw dropped. \"You *need* me, asshole. Barry assigned me to this case because *nobody* at this firm is better at litigation.\"\n\nNathan came within a yard of her, leaning toward her and pointing a finger. \"Barry? So you two are on a first name basis now, huh? Tell me, how many blowjobs did it take for you to get this job?\"\n\n\"Is *that* what you think of me? You think I sucked and fucked my way into his job?\" She stepped into his office and got in his face.\n\n\"Yeah, I do. You are *completely* out of your league here.\"\n\n\"You know what?\" She said, turning around and lifting her knee-length skirt with both hands and bending over. \"You can kiss my ass, dickhead.\"\n\nNathan's eyes bulged. \"I knew it!\" He cried. \"You're not wearing underwear! You *are* a slut!\"\n\nShe turned back around, her skirt still bunched up around her waist. \"Fuck you!\" She said. \"I had to take them off earlier for... reasons.\"\n\nNathan reached around and grabbed her ass hard and growled, \"You don't belong here. You're just a slut who took advantage of horny old men to get ahead.\"\n\nShe grabbed his tie and pulled his face down to her level. \"Fuck you. I'm a ruthless bitch and I worked my ass off to get this job.\"\n\nHe squeezed her ass, still holding it. \"Yeah? Doesn't *feel* like you worked it off to me, but I *do* believe you *worked it*.\"\n\nShe reached down and grabbed his balls, *hard*, causing him to jump and wince. \"Yeah?\" She breathed menacingly, her lips brushing against his. \"And what about you? Are you so uptight all the time because you *never* get to use yours?\" Nathan had recently gone through a rough divorce, and her jab hurt, but not as much as his balls hurt.\n\nHe grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a rough kiss. She bit his lip and shoved him away while he touched a finger to his bleeding lip and laughed.\n\n\"Fuck you,\" she said. \"I always knew you were a womanizing asshole. No wonder your wife left you.\"\n\nHe kept laughing. \"And I knew you were just a slut who traded blowjobs for power.\"\n\n\"Listen here you misogynistic, arrogant asshole, I haven't given even *one man* in this company a blowjob or any other sexual favor. You're the only one who's even seen my ass.\"\n\n\"Well let me return the favor,\" he yelled, while undoing his belt buckle. He turned around and threw his pants down. She stepped forward and grabbed his balls from behind causing him to cry out and double over. \"That's it bitch!\" he said as he turned around and lunged at her.\n\nThey toppled to the ground. She clawed at his face while he grabbed her wrists and tried to hold her down but she was stronger than he thought. She wrestled herself free of his grip and threw him off her body before tackling him and straddling his chest, holding his arms down with her knees. His face was inches from her pussy. He writhed and squirmed, trying to keep his chin out of her slit.\n\n\"Oh, what's the matter asshole? Did the little slut overpower you?\" She inched forward until the bottom half of his face disappeared under her pussy. She laughed. \"Keep squirming, it feels great!\"\n\nHe bit at her labia but she pulled away, throwing her hips down toward his and grabbing his wrists. She bit his neck and felt splashes of his cool precum on her legs as he continued to wriggle beneath her, his hardening cock slapping against her thighs.\n\n\"That's it!\" he yelled, his neck burning with pain. He curved his hips up and jabbed at her with his dick until it found its target.\n\nShe gasped, releasing his neck. \"Fuck you!\" she yelled, and she released one of his arms to slap him across the face.\n\nHe reached up and grabbed a fist full of her blouse and shoved her back onto his dick. \"Fuck *you*!\" he yelled as her pussy swallowed him whole causing her to gasp again.\n\nShe struggled on him but it just felt like grinding and they both let out a frustrated moan. \"Fuck you...\" she said, but she was less aggressive now, throwing her head back and letting out a long sigh.\n\n\"Fuck me...\" he said, annoyed. \"Why does...\" but he trailed off with a shudder as she began tightening against his cock, her moaning growing more intense. They were already so aroused by the rush of anger and hatred that they were just moments from cumming.\n\nShe pounded his chest with her fist. \"Fuck!\" she cried as she began pulsating on him. They were both sent over the edge, his pumping cock straining against her contractions as they moaned loudly. He was still holding her by the blouse and he yanked her down and kissed her violently while she maintained the gyrations that had brought them to orgasm. She released his other hand which he snapped to her breast and gripped tightly. She pulled quickly away from the kiss, breathing sharply through her nose. \"I *hate* you,\" she said angrily.\n\n\"I can't stand you,\" he growled hatefully.\n\nShe dove down and kept making out roughly with him while the cum oozed from her and dripped down his balls. Finally he released his grip on her and she sat up and moaned as his erection reached back inside of her. \"Geez,\" she said. \"What the fuck was that?\"\n\n\"Hell if I know,\" he said, feeling flush in the face. \"Get the fuck out of my office.\"\n\n\"Go to hell,\" she said, standing up and roughly smoothing her skirt back down over her legs.\n\nHe saw cum still dripping from her as she turned and left, leaving a trail of spots on the carpet. He sat up and put his head in his hands and smothered a scream. This case was going to be a *nightmare*."
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"content": "The girl, Sina, looked at the list her mom left her on the fridge. It had a front and back, but for now, she would only focus on the front. \"Walk dog, clean bathroom, empty dishwasher.\" It's what you'd expect. She sighs. She begins with the kitchen. It's a lengthy process ofcourse but is more annoying than anything. The plastic gloves feel awful on her skin, and she is glad she can finally take them off. \n\nNext, she decided to walk the dog. She called Duke over, and he came in a flash. Jumping into her arms, knocking her to the ground, her dress running up slightly. Her shaven pussy is slightly exposed. The dog eagerly likes her face, and she laughs in response before backing away. \"That's enough, boy,\" he said. He stood up, the dog watching her. She grabbed the collar and leash from off the counter. She turned to the dog and asked, \"Want to go for a walk?\" The dog jumped up and licked her face again, ecstatic. The dog dropped back to the ground and spun around. He barked at her, as if telling her, \"COME ON, ALREADY!\" End of part 1. Will continue later"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Childhood friend softcore | [
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"content": "Tom knocked on the door, his heart pounding. When he'd taken the work order his heart had skipped a beat. \"Megan,\" he'd gasped. But it couldn't be *her*. They hadn't spoken in years, and for all he knew she'd moved out of state. But the name certainly brought back a rush of emotions.\n\nHis knees turned to wet noodles when she opened the door. It *was* his Megan. She looked startled. \"Tom!?\" She asked, eyes wide. \"Holy cow!\" She stepped out to greet him with a hug.\n\nHe couldn't make his mouth do words. He laughed awkwardly and accepted her hug, his heart performing Riverdance on his ribs. Finally he managed to find something to say that he hoped might sound normal. \"What a surprise!\" he managed.\n\n\"Wow,\" she said, stepping back. \"Plumbing, huh?\"\n\nHe smiled sheepishly. \"It pays the bills,\" he said, shrugging. \"Your house sure looks nice!\" he exclaimed, making a show of taking it all in.\n\nShe grinned weakly. \"Well, it looks nice on the outside, but it needs a lot of work. Come on in, I'll show you.\"\n\nHe followed her inside, desperately looking for any signs of a family. But everything was still in boxes. \"Just moving in, I see.\" He remarked. \"Do you have anyone helping you?\"\n\n\"No,\" she sighed. \"Just me.\" She tapped a finger to a her bare ring finger, pointing out the untanned band of skin where a wedding ring once made its home.\n\n\"I'm so sorry,\" he said.\n\n\"Thanks,\" she smiled. \"But I'm better off now. I don't know what I saw in that jerk anyway. Guess I was just in a hurry to get married.\"\n\nTom didn't know what to say. She looked over her shoulder and read the dumbfounded expression on his face, then rescued him. \"What about you?\" She asked. \"Married? Kids?\"\n\n\"Oh,\" he sighed, putting his hand on the back of his neck. \"No.\"\n\n\"Why not?\" She asked, climbing a flight of stairs.\n\nHe followed, looking up. He was mesmerized by the sight as her marvelous thighs rubbed together with each step. her perfect backside rocking from side to side to the rhythm of her spicy ascent.\n\nAt the top of the stairs she turned around and smiled down at him, noting his gaping jaw. \"Why not?\"\n\n\"Uh, what?\" He asked, blinking and shaking his head quickly.\n\n\"Why didn't you get married?\"\n\n\"Oh, well...\" he had an answer, but he *certainly* couldn't tell her. \"I guess the right opportunity never presented itself.\" *Because by the time I realized I was in love with you, it was too late*, he thought to himself.\n\n\"Here,\" she said, gesturing into a bathroom at the top of the stairs.\n\n\"Huh?\" He asked.\n\n\"This is the busted toilet. I can't get it to work at all, and it's the only toilet in the house.\"\n\n\"Oh, right,\" he said. He shimmied past her into the cramped bathroom and pulled the cover off the tank, looking inside. He spotted several problems right away, but realized he probably needed to check all the seals as well. \"Well, I guess I'll go ahead and get started.\"\n\n\"Um, will you need to turn off *all* the water?\" she asked.\n\nHe checked. There was a shut-off valve just for the toiled. \"No, I can just turn off the water to the toilet right here.\"\n\n\"Good,\" she said. \"Because I *really* need to take a shower.\"\n\n\"Oh,\" he said, surprised. \"I thought you said this was the only bathroom.\"\n\n\"It is,\" she smiled. \"I hope you don't mind. If it had been any other plumber I would have waited, but since it's you... I just figured...\"\n\n\"Oh, uh, sure,\" he stammered. \"That should be fine.\" He turned and looked. \"Do you, uh, need some help hanging the shower curtain first?\"\n\n\"Don't have one,\" she said, shrugging. She turned and walked away with an extra bounce in her step.\n\nSweat began to bead up on Tom's forehead while he pulled some tools from his bag. He could hardly focus as he reached in and attached the flapper chain to the handle lever arm. His mind wandered as he inspected the seal around the flapper and manually triggered the valve to start filling the tank.\n\n\"Oh, I hear water running,\" she called from the other room. \"That was fast! I hope that's a good sign!\"\n\nTom laughed. \"Oh I'm just putting some water in the tank to test some seals,\" he called out.\n\nShe came around the corner wrapped in a towel. \"Ah,\" she sighed. \"I was hoping it'd be fast and easy.\" She winked.\n\nTom felt his head spinning. He smiled and chuckled a little.\n\nMegan squeezed past him, brushing so close the towel came undone and was only held up by the pressure against his body. Her soft, full chest pressed into his back as she reached around him to start the water. When she retreated back toward the doorway she cried out, \"Oh!\" as the towel dropped to the ground. She quickly stooped to pick it up again, keeping a seductive gaze locked onto Tom as he tracked her every movement.\n\nShe stood up and hung the towel from the bar attached to the wall, a knowing smile on her lips. Tom realized his heart was in overdrive. He faced her and turned with her body against his as she slipped past him to get into the shower.\n\nHe tried to work on the toilet, but watching her in the shower was mesmerizing. She closed her eyes and let the water really soak into her long, wavy hair. Strands of hair clung greedily to her beautiful back, sending tendrils of water running down over the luscious humps at the tops of her legs. She was a playground for his eyes, the water tracing every delightful curve, showcasing her form in a way that made him ache deep inside.\n\n\"I hope this is OK,\" she said, her eyes still closed while she worked shampoo into her scalp. \"You aren't getting too wet?\"\n\nHe hadn't even noticed the water splashing on him. He *was* getting quite wet. \"It's fine,\" he said. \"I'm a plumber. I get wet sometimes.\"\n\nShe laughed. \"I hadn't even thought about that. I bet you *do* get pretty soaked at work sometimes!\"\n\nTom chuckled nervously, thinking back to some of his earliest solo jobs. \"Yeah,\" he said. \"But it's not every day that I get sprayed by a beautiful woman.\" His heart leapt as he said it. He instantly wished he could take it back.\n\nBut she gave a rewarding, hearty laugh. \"I should hope not!\" she exclaimed. And somehow that warmed his heart.\n\nHe stole a thousand glances before she finished the shower. He was enchanted by her body, and when she caught him looking her smile bewitched him. She shut off the water and smiled at Tom. \"Hand me the towel?\" she asked innocently.\n\nIt was *easily* in arm's reach for her. He grabbed the towel, his heart racing, and held it out for her. She didn't take it. Instead she took his hand and pulled him into the shower with her. She tossed the towel out into the hallway and began helping Tom out of his clothes.\n\nFor a moment they just stood there, facing each other, barely enough room for a wrench between their chests. They were both flooded with memories of their first time holding hands, prom night, their first kiss, and many more adventures. They'd always been close. They'd always had feelings for each other. But it had never really gone beyond that first kiss.\n\nShe made the first halting move toward a kiss, pausing, waiting for him to advance, then inching closer. Their lips brushed lightly together, sending a sensational wave of excitement through their bodies. Their breathing made tiny hairs on their skin stand on end, causing a microscopic tremor in their nerve endings.\n\nAs they pressed their lips closer together, warmth spread from their mouths to their toes and they wrapped their arms around each other. Her cool, wet skin felt clammy but soft and wonderful, all of her incredible peaks and valleys connecting with his body in the most pleasant, beautiful ways.\n\nTheir kiss began slow and sensual but slowly built into a passionate, hungry battle of tongues, jaws, and lips. Their hands wandered restlessly from one place to another, fingers burrowing through hair, palms grasping at flesh, and fingertips clawing for a better grip.\n\nTom moved forward, pressing himself into her until she was up against the tiled shower wall. He held her hands in his, their fingers intertwined, and lifted her arms over her head. When he released them, she wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted a thigh against his hip. He began sensually thrusting her into the wall, the heavy breathing of their kiss broken by grunts and moans, the pitch of her voice climbing to a squeal.\n\nSoon she let out a moan laced with expletives, her whole body quivering against his. He inhaled sharply and groaned, shoving his hips against hers and holding, his thighs tight, his hands pulling her into him by the small of her back.\n\nThey both gasped and held each other's face while continuing their thirsty kiss, air rushing in and out of their noses as they struggled to catch their breath.\n\nMegan held his face out a little, just inches from hers, and she smiled at him. \"Let's go to the bedroom,\" she whispered. She took him by the hand and led him to a mattress on the floor of an otherwise barren room. They climbed into the bed and held each other in reverent silence, looking deep into each other's eyes and smiling. She stroked his hair while he let his hand glide over her curves, down her ribs, into her waist, and over her hip.\n\nAfter a long, delicious moment, she said just one word that made him hers forever. \"Finally.\""
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"content": "Jennifer looked at the book. The leather-bound volume looked unlike anything she had ever seen before. It looked immeasurably old. Looking around to make sure no one saw her, she opened the book. Her eyes were drawn to the strange script, and she read the text rapidly, eyes flitting across the page until a voice cried out.\n\n\"Ms. Simmons! I'll be turning on the alarm in five minutes! Time to go home, young lady!\"\n\n\"Yes, Mrs. Cole! Sorry!\"\n\nHurriedly, Jennifer hid the book away and gathered up her things, before leaving and making her way home through the chilly night.\n\nJennifer's apartment was small, and not much of a home, more a place to sleep and store stuff than spend any time. A bed stood in one corner, there was a table, a few chairs, a computer and loads of books, in shelves, in boxes, in stacks on the floor. Jennifer grabbed a half-eaten container of bad beef lo mein and settled down at the table, pulling out one of her favorite romance novels and beginning to read as she put cold noodles into her mouth. She slowly began reciting the words she had read in the library, trying to ponder their meaning. She finished speaking the litany, then yelped, before looking down at her finger. A drop of bright red blood was forming on her fingertip. Paper cut. Great. She got a band-aid from her bathroom cupboard, before yawning, brushing her teeth and snuggling down in her bed. And she slept. And she dreamed.\n\nIn her dream, Jennifer was in a deep dark forest, of a kind she had thought only existed in movies. She was walking at the head of a large group of people, of all ages, many of whom were carrying torches. She looked down at herself. Gone were her baggy sweater, her long skirts and sensible shoes. Instead, she was barefoot and wearing a diaphanous white gown that clung to her petite body. \n\nThe crowd moved to a clearing in the woods where a fire burned in front of a stone altar. Jennifer's dream-self stripped, stepping own of the already revealing dress and laying down on the altar. The stone was cool against her bare back. She looked up, and He loomed over her.\n\nThe being was clearly humanoid, but at the same time clearly not human. It was tall, standing a good head and shoulders taller than Jen, with an athletic build. It's facial features were hidden by flame and shadow, and from its head grew two antlers. Jennifer's dream-self eagerly spread her legs, while the being took its gargantuan cock in hand and aimed it at her pussy.\n\nJennifer's conscious thoughts were curiously detached. She understood that she should feel self-conscious, or embarrassed, or slutty, spreading her legs for someone she'd never met in front of a crowd. Instead, she felt powerful. Right. There was a sense of righteousness over the whole scene. However, all thoughts soon abandoned her, replaced by sweet sensation as the being filled her up. Jennifer moaned and her back bent into an arch as her pussy stretched, eagerly accepting the being into her. The being wrapped its arms around her, lifting her up and pressing her firm, round tits against its brawny chest, while it continued to fill her upp with slow, deep, deliberate thrusts.\n\nIt didn't take long at all until Jennifer came. The being managed to push all her buttons all at once, and her body eagerly responded in kind. Jennifer screamed, and her bag arched. Her body shook as wave after wave of pure bliss coursed through her. Her partner apparently felt the same way, because she could feel it cum too, its cock throbbing inside her and filling her deepest depths with a seemingly neverending stream of jizz.\n\nThen, it was gone, leaving behind only a cheering crowd and a sense of satisfaction, more profound than anything than Jennifer had ever felt. \n\n\"Weird dream...\" she thought to herself as she woke up.\n\nJennifer woke up as the morning sun filtered in through her window. She stretched, feeling more rested than she could remember. She rose to her feet smoothly. Then her jaw dropped, as she heard a voice inside her head. She knew, without knowing how, that this was the being she'd dreamed about.\n\n\"Good morning, my priestess.\"\n\n[More?]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: I finally got a ticket to Dubcon! I showed up in my favourite cosplay, so why is no one else dressed up? And what’s with the collar closing around my neck? | [
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"content": "The email had a QR code ticket before I even had to scroll. I didn’t read the fine print below the code. I was just too excited. God I’m going to be late I quickly jump from my couch running to my room crap where is my costume. As I ruffle through my closet I find my costume hanging in the back where it always was. As I put on the skin tight grey jumpsuit with a purple stripe around the neck I giggle. \n\nGrasping the comm badge from the shelf it sat on in the living room I ordered an Uber. I loved going as Troi her empathic nature was always my favorite part about her character. When the Uber driver shows up I head out from my apartment scrambling down the stairs till I make it to the car. As I get in the driver looks me up and down. \n\n“Good I never knew catsuits could be this hot.”\n\n“Stop, it's not a cat suit, it's from Star Trek.”\n\n“Whatever you're still hot in it, whatever it’s from.”\n\nThe ride continues in silence but he glances through the mirror at my chest repeatedly. When we get to the event center side of the Marriot hotel I climb out and walk towards the door. The ticket office scans my QR code and says go on in. As I walk through the door I feel cold bite into my skin and a click. I turn around to find a man who wasn’t dressed, he was quite attractive to say the least though. He laughs.\n\n“I always wanted a girl dressed like Troi.”\n\n“What’s going on? Get this off of me.” \n\n“Oh you like it, come on what kind of con did you think this was?”"
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"content": "Jesse was pretty much blindsided by learning about Arthur's breeding kink. They were at her place, with a group of friends, playing a few rounds of street fighter, when he randomly mentioned out of the blue that he had seen artwork of Chun-Li pregnant.\n\nThe tomboyish cat girl felt her ears perk up, and Arthur must have noticed. He was a half Minotaur half Incubus, and he seemed to take it in stride.\n\n\"What?\" He asked. \"Breeding kinks are super common, and it's totally natural for an incubus anyway...\" He smiled at her. \"Besides, there's no way you're going to act like you don't look up a bunch of pervy hentai.\" \n\nThe blonde cat girl narrowed her eyes at him, sticking her tongue into her cheek. She wasn't going to admit that he had her there. She also wasn't going to admit that she had seen videos of Chun-Li being creampied so thoroughly that her belly swelled with cum, and she wasn't going to admit that she had masturbated furiously to them.\n\nShe shook her head, her shaggy pixie cut bouncing a bit, and she smirked at him. \"Fine. I won't try to call you out for being a perv. Just don't get too distracted during the game!\" \n\nArthur just smiled, as he picked up his controller.\n\nThe thin blonde cat girl laid a few more rounds, winning most of them. She eventually came back up against Her hulking miniature friend, and he was starting to get the best of her. She decided to try taunting him a little bit. \"Are you sure you can stay focused? I wouldn't want you getting distracted by thinking about how hot Cammy would look pregnant,\" Jesse casually stated, landing a knockout blow.\n\nArthur just shrugged, unperturbed. \"Most girls would look hot pregnant,\" He said. \"You sure would,\" He added, placing his hand on her slim tummy.\n\nJesse was barefoot, wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, leaving her midriff totally naked. The feeling of Arthur's huge hand on her bare stomach, combined with the remark he had just made was electric, and she could have sworn she could practically feel every ridge of his fingerprints, the skin of her tummy suddenly seeming so sensitive. A tingle ran through her body, from her clit to her core, and her nipples stiffened almost immediately, as she imagined being pumped full of cum. The idea of getting knocked up jumped forward from her subconscious to fill her mind, and she actually squirmed a little bit under his touch. She could feel her nipples poking out, and a quick look at his gaze told her that he had noticed too, even if he was playing it cool. Jesse found herself so distracted by her own arousal though, that she ended up losing the next match, and the one after that. Arthur just smirked, running a hand through his long, dark hair, as he told her, \"good game.\"\n\nJesse had to get up from the couch for a bit after that, and she hopped up with surprising speed, walking towards the kitchen to grab a drink, her blonde and black tail swishing about, and her blonde, black tipped ears surprisingly perky. Arthur watched her go, noticing the sway of her surprisingly nice hips, which flared out from her small waist. He hoped she wouldn't catch him stealing a glance at her around little butt, or maybe he hoped she would...\n\nShe did. And she also caught a glimpse of the huge bulge in his sweatpants. She bit her lip, and he caught her doing it.\n\nWhen everyone else started to leave, Arthur hung back, and when they were all gone, he immediately grabbed a handful of Jesse's ass, with her only purring and pressing herself against him in response, drawing him into a kiss.\n\nThe two friends practically ripped off their clothing, Jesse pulling off her sports bra to reveal her plump and perky little tits with their pale pink nipples, and stripping off her yoga pants to reveal her lean and athletic thighs, smooth pussy, killer legs, and nicely rounded hips. Her black and blonde tail was wagging excitedly as she watched Arthur take his clothes off.\n\nThe half Minotaur half Incubus pulled off his hoodie to reveal the sculpted body of a Greek statue, muscular and tan, bearing very little body hair, likely due to his incubus nature rather than his Minotaur one. He stepped out of his sweatpants to reveal legs that matched at least as well, and a cock that was definitely bovine in size. Arthur's manhood was taller than a monster can and just about as thick. He was uncut, and the head of his monster cock was already peeking out of his foreskin, his whole member obviously and quickly becoming erect.\n\nJesse, always a size queen, smiled broadly at seeing a real life cock the size of some of her favorite toys, and she immediately started to stroke and suck him, smiling up at him, as she kissed along the side of his cock and rubbed it with her hand, feeling him grow bigger and stiffer along her cheek, as she got him harder and harder. When the crown of his cock finally peaked fully out, she licked it and gave it a full bit of worship with her mouth, taking the head in and sucking on it while she lapped at the mouth of it. \n\nGrunting, with his own demon-like tail whipping about, Arthur reached down and easily lifted Jesse up, sweeping her up into a bridal carry. \"As much as I'd love to come in your mouth, I want all of my seed deep in your pussy, and I think you do too!\""
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"content": "Aaron woke up and took in his surroundings. He could see that he and several friends were in a dungeon of some kind. Nobody was wearing clothing, but they were all locked in gender-appropriate chastity belts with several locks securing them in place.\n\nHe had a cock cage, which had its own lock, plus it was secured to a metal band around his waist. This, in turn, was also secured by another lock to a chain that was permanently attached to the concrete floor.\n\nHe also felt... he reached around and felt near his anus. There was a locking butt plug deep and wide in his ass. It pressed against his prostate when he moved, sending thick, creamy precum to his aching, caged cock which bulged against the metal bars.\n\nTo his right he saw Beth, who was moaning. \"Are you OK Beth?\" he called out.\n\nShe was fiddling with the chastity belt locked onto her body. \"Oh...\" she breathed. \"I'm so full...\" She tugged at something and it made her eyes roll. \"I have a dildo locked in me... it feels *huge*.\" She paused and her eyes got wide. \"And I think there's something in my ass too!\"\n\nCharlie and Diana were similarly restrained, each of their anchor points on the corner of a square in the center of the room with guys and girls on opposite corners. Aaron moved toward Beth, but even if she went until the chain stopped her, they could only barely touch each other's finger tips if they leaned against the chain and reached.\n\nEach person's corner also gave them access to a few tools, papers, and various odds and ends in their corner of the room.\n\nDiana was looking over the contents of her corner and called out, \"Guys, I think this is a puzzle. We're going to have to work together to get out of this.\"\n\nA voice oozed out from a crackling speaker somewhere in the room. \"Very good,\" it said. \"The first couple to fuck gets to leave.\"\n\nCharlie looked around nervously and called out, \"And what happens to the other couple?\"\n\nThe speaker hissed and popped. \"They have to move on to round two.\"\n\nThe four friends looked at each other in terror."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A college professor teaching a class about human sexuality requires a male and female student to demonstrate masturbation, oral sex, and more for the class - and then invites the class participants to join in and show their mastery of the topic. | [
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"content": "\"Thank you for volunteering, Allison.\" The professor said sternly. She was nervous. He had refused to say *what* she was volunteering for. All he would say was \"if you'd read the syllabus you'd know.\"\n\nHe scanned the lecture hall. \"Come on people, there are over one hundred of you, half of you male. *None* of you wants to co-volunteer with your lovely classmate Allison here?\"\n\nA cocky young man with sandy blond hair and big blue eyes raised his hand confidently. He had a worn letterman jacket on and looked pretty built.\n\n\"Excellent,\" the professor sang. \"Come on down and tell me your name.\"\n\n\"Mike,\" he said, puffing out his chest.\n\n\"Fantastic Mike,\" the professor said with a smirk. \"Why don't you go ahead and take off all of your clothes for us.\"\n\nAllison breathed in sharply. She *had* read the syllabus. She remembered a section in there about live demonstrations of certain \"acts,\" but she hadn't been sure what it had meant at the time. A knot grew in her stomach and she broke out in a cold sweat as she began to realize what she had signed up for.\n\nMike looked like he was going to be sick for a moment and looked at the professor with bulging eyes. \"Excuse me? Are you even *allowed* to ask me to do that in front of the class? Isn't this some kind of sexual harassment?\"\n\nThe professor rolled his eyes. \"Did *nobody* read the syllabus? I made it available *before* you signed up for the class. When you signed up for the class you even had to sign a consent form. Does *nobody* pay attention to what they are agreeing to in these things?\" He glared at Mike.\n\nAllison watched as Mike's eyes searched for some kind of way out, then with a resigning shrug he took off his jacket and tossed it aside. Immediately he began unbuckling his pants and kicking off his shoes.\n\n\"That's more like it,\" the professor said, grinning. He turned to Allison. \"Go ahead, Mike might need your help for this first demonstration.\"\n\nHer mind raced. She felt like she could be sick. She could hear her heart beating. Slowly she reached for the top button on her blouse and the edges of her vision went dark. She closed her eyes and began unbuttoning. She took a deep breath between each button, envisioning herself alone in a dark room. She pulled in her shoulders and twisted, letting the blouse drop to the floor. She unlatched the clasps of her bra and let it fall as well. The air was cool and she could feel her skin tightening, the little hairs all over her skin standing at attention. Her nipples hardened and developed a tiny ache. Finally, she unzipped her skirt and felt it slide past her thighs. She stepped out of her shoes and stood motionless.\n\nThe professor cleared his throat. She turned and her eyes shot instantly to Mike's cock before realizing that the professor was glaring at her. \"*Completely* nude,\" he said.\n\nShe slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pushed them down before stepping out of them as well. She kicked her clothes and shoes to the side and held herself bashfully, looking to the professor with \"kill me\" eyes.\n\nHe rolled his eyes. \"Alright. First we will demonstrate arousal. Of course it may appear to work similarly in both sexes, but what we will see is that both Allison *and* Mike will experience some degree of engorgement when aroused.\" He turned to Mike. \"You first,\" he said.\n\nMike looked down at his limp penis and cupped it with his hand. The lecture hall lighting threw a tiny glint of light at Allison from the tip where a tiny bead of precum had developed.\n\nHe stroked it a few times, rolled the frenulum between his fingers a bit, then shrugged. \"I dunno teach, I guess he doesn't want to perform in front of a crowd.\"\n\nAddressing the class, the professor said, \"it is actually common for males to struggle to self-stimulate in stressful or unusual environments.\" He turned to Allison. \"This is where you come in my dear.\" He motioned to an empty chair he had up on the stand. \"Come have a seat, spread your legs, and stimulate your clitoris for us.\" He smiled. \"Well, mostly for Mike.\" He turned back to Mike. \"I think you'll find that *her* demonstration will assist greatly with *your* demonstration.\"\n\nAllison slowly made her way to the chair and sat down. If she was going to do this, she knew she'd need to just let go. She had signed up for this class, and all of her goals depended on getting good grades in this and many other classes. She sat down on the cool plastic chair and spread her legs. She licked her fingers. Spreading her vulva, she began circling her clit with the wet fingers, occasionally brushing over the little bean.\n\n\"Now,\" the professor announced. \"You won't see much from the outside, but the clitoris is actually a sizeable collection of sensitive tissue that does, indeed, become engorged when stimulated.\"\n\nShe was breathing heavy now and could feel the juices seeping toward her opening. She looked over at Mike who was now proudly sporting a sizeable boner, stroking it while staring at the action between her legs.\n\n\"Very good,\" the professor said to the pair. \"Now, who would like to demonstrate oral sex first?\"\n\nMike quickly volunteered. The professor brought out a camera on a stand and set it up, showing a live video feed on screens around the classroom. He positioned it to have a good view of her crotch. Allison looked around at the monitors on the walls feeling detached from the situation. She had never seen her pussy blown up so large.\n\nThe enthusiastic young man was on his knees between her knees. His mouth was watering.\n\nOnce the professor had done his final visual checks on the feed, he said, \"Go ahead.\"\n\nMike *dived* in.\n\n\"Woah, woah, woah,\" the professor said. \"Go slowly. We want to see some real technique here. If we wanted... whatever *that* was, we'd watch the lions feeding at the zoo.\"\n\n\"Heh,\" Mike chuckled. \"Alright.\"\n\nHe began kissing her around the thighs, slowly getting closer and closer to her flower. Allison was impressed. The way he'd attacked her earlier she wondered if he had any idea how to pleasure a woman orally. He slowly drew the tip of his tongue up each of her outer labia, leaving a cool wet trail that sent a shiver up her spine.\n\n\"Much better,\" the professor said devilishly.\n\nAllison almost wondered if the professor was getting off on this but her mind was soon entirely consumed with the sensations between her legs.\n\nMike's tongue continued traveling up and down the folds of her pussy until finally circling around her clit, causing her to tremble. He flattened his tongue and licked along the centerline from bottom to top, pulling a thick layer of her nectar with it. Then he gradually increased his pace, losing patience as they both became more and more aroused.\n\nHe plunged his tongue deep inside her several times before sealing his lips around her clit and pulling suction, using the tip of his tongue to dance around her pleasure spot, flicking, circling, brushing... It built so fast she didn't see it coming. A wave of pleasure rushed out from her clit and penetrated deep into her core as a bolt of shivering passed through her body. Her thighs tightened around Mike's head and she arched her back, writhing with ecstasy, crying out and whimpering as he inserted his fingers. She felt herself pulsating against the pressure he applied deep inside and a second, smaller wave had her doubling over and dancing like a puppet on his hand.\n\nThe professor began clapping. \"Very, *very* good Mike!\" He addressed the class, \"How about a round of applause for Mike. Is everyone taking notes?\" He turned back to his volunteers. \"Alright Allison, I think it's your turn.\"\n\n[Continued in a child comment.]"
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"content": "I hopped off the boat and shouted a goodbye to the other men. Tucking my pistol into the back of my jacket I swung left at the end of the pier. When I passed the inspection team heading for the boat I nodded politely to Samuel. We'd paid off the port authority officer to look the other way when we brought in stolen cargo and We'd be getting our money's worth today. \n\nA couple miles off the coast we had run into the little catamaran. It was supposed to look like a pleasure craft but it was riding too low in the water to fool seasoned pirates like us. By the time they knew we'd spotted them and that we meant to board it was too late. The drug runners would only be missed by the cartel and no one our our crew was dumb enough to talk. We'd even gotten lucky with a hidden stash of weapons and a fair amount of cash. It was a good day to be a pirate.\n\nGlancing at my watch I cursed under my breath. The last of the cartel had holed up below deck and been a pain to get out so he delayed us. I was late. When I reached my car I practically peeled out of the spot. I pushed the speed limit as much as I dared. I know what you're thinking. A modern day pirate giving two shits about the law was laughable. But I'd already gotten in trouble and found out that the government's new laws were no joke. Their idea of rehabilitation was, a bit twisted if you ask me. Still, there were thousands of guys who intentionally broke the law because of the new program. I'd tried to stay out of it because of my line of work but I'd failed. I'd failed and now I was late.\n\nPulling into the apartment complex I waved the government badge in front of the sensor so I could park. I cursed noting the time on the machine. She would know I got home late. Fuck! I decided I should hurry it would be worse ever moment I was late. I stashed the gun under my driver's seat, she couldn't see that. Then I practically flew up the steps to my apartment taking the first few two at a time. I thought I was home free when I heard the creak behind me. I paused key halfway in the lock.\n\n\"You're late,\" The stern voice behind me sent a chill up my spine. \"You've been a very bad boy and Mommy is going to have to punish you.\"\n\nI turned to find Aghena standing a few feet from me. Her arms were crossed over her breasts which were compressed and pushed up by the right leather one piece she wore. The pose made her rippling biceps bulge. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in her signature tight braid. The one piece didn't hide her powerful thighs or the rest of her well muscled legs. A pair of black ankle boots witb a fairly pointed heel made me wince. I'd been disciplined by those before too. She was scowling at me. In her right hand was her crop. It was her favorite form of punishment.\n\n\"Please Athena, I was just a few minutes late for curfew,\" I begged hoping for once she would let it slide. \n\n\"Nuh uh,\" Chiding me she grinned maliciously. \"That's not how the program works. When you were put in the dummy Mommy program you became my little boy to take care of.\"\n\nThe dommy Mommy rehabilitation program was the whole reason I wasn't in prison. Of course, the apartments were a sort of prison. With only so many dommy mommies available one woman was usually assigned to a floor of \"boys\" or \"girls.\" They probably made amazing money because I was seeing an uptick in women around town working on their bodies to qualify. I'd been assigned to Athena's floor three months ago.\n\nThe crack of the crop against my hip brought my focus back to Athena. \"Now be a good boy and get in there. Mommy wants you showered and clean. Then you eat dinner and I'll punish you before I tuck you in.\"\n\nI groaned but when she raised the crop again I quickly shut up. There was no use fighting it\n\n\"Now if you are a good boy Mommy might even let you empty those nasty balls before bed,\" Grinning Athena followed me into my apartment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: College cheerleader after loss of limb in an accident has trouble finding dates who aren't weirded out by her limb prosthesis. | [
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"content": "This didn't feel like it should be NSFW, so here goes:\n\nAs a college cheerleader, Lily was used to being the center of attention. Her bubbly personality and stunning good looks had always made her popular among her peers. But after a tragic accident left her with only one leg, she found herself struggling to fit in and find love. The limb prosthesis she wore made it difficult for potential suitors to look past her disability.\n\nOne day, while scrolling through Tinder, Lily came across a profile that caught her eye. The guy, named Alex, had a charming smile and an intriguing bio. He mentioned his love for adventure and his desire to help others. Despite her initial hesitation, Lily decided to message him.\n\nTo her surprise, Alex didn't seem phased by her prosthetic leg. In fact, he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know her. They exchanged numbers and started texting regularly. Their conversations were filled with laughter and deep discussions about their dreams and aspirations.\n\nAfter a few weeks of getting to know each other, Alex asked Lily out on a date. She was both excited and nervous, unsure of how he would react to her disability in person. To her relief, Alex was nothing but supportive and kind. He made sure she was comfortable throughout the entire date, offering his arm for support when needed and even helping her into a booth at the restaurant.\n\nAs they continued their evening, Lily began to feel more at ease around Alex. His genuine interest in her as a person, rather than her disability, was refreshing. They shared an intimate dinner, laughing and sharing stories about their lives. By the end of the night, Lily found herself leaning in for a kiss, which Alex eagerly reciprocated.\n\nTheir relationship progressed quickly, with each date getting better than the last. Alex never treated Lily any differently because of her prosthetic leg, and she felt truly seen and appreciated by him. One night, after a particularly passionate makeout session, Lily found the courage to reveal a secret she had been hiding from everyone else.\n\n“Alex,” she whispered, her heart racing, “I've never been with someone since my accident. I'm scared, but I want you. I want you to be the first.”\n\nAlex looked at her with tenderness in his eyes. “Lily, I want you too. I understand that this might be new for you, but I promise to be patient and gentle. I will never make you feel uncomfortable.”\n\nWith Alex's reassurance, Lily let her guard down and surrendered to her desires. Their first time was slow and loving, with Alex taking the time to make sure Lily was comfortable and enjoying every moment. Afterwards, they cuddled in each other's arms, both feeling a newfound connection and appreciation for one another.\n\nAs their relationship grew stronger, Lily and Alex became an unstoppable duo. They tackled challenges together and supported each other through thick and thin. Their love was a testament to the power of acceptance and mutual respect. And as for the future, Lily knew that she had found something truly special with Alex, and she couldn't wait to see where life would take them next."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] A woman asks her friend to be the stripper for her fiancé's bachelor party. However, there are several men in the group who don't know she isn't a pro, aren't content with just looking, and have more than enough cash to make it worth her while... | [
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"content": "Ashley knocked on the door wearing the oversized trench coat Gabby lent her. Her stomach was twisting into knots and she was short of breath. She'd modeled nude on camera before, but never done anything like *this*.\n\nThe door opened and a clean cut young man answered the door. \"I'm sorry,\" he said. \"You must have the wrong house. We've got a bachelor's party going on here, dudes only.\" He started to close the door when she cleared her throat.\n\n\"Is Brian there?\" she croaked. She coughed, trying in vain to clear her constricted throat again.\n\nThe man pulled the door back open and peered at her. \"Seriously, we're busy. Can it wait?\"\n\n\"No, trust me. You *want* me to talk to Brian.\" She knew it was a bachelor's party. In fact, her best friend, Gaby, was to be the bride next week. She was marrying Colin, a tall, gentle man who *never* would have asked for a stripper for his special night, which is why Gaby thought it would be so funny to have Ashley put on a show for them.\n\nBrian was the only man there who knew Ashley, and he was in on the surprise. Ashley and Brian had been talking for a few months, and there was a growing sexual tension between them. She kept wondering if he'd ask her out, but he'd been evasive. *It's probably the age difference,* she told herself. He was 40, and she wasn't even 20 yet. But the banter and friendship between them was delightful and even their friends could see a special chemistry brewing between them.\n\nTonight, though, was all about Colin.\n\nBrian came to the door and smiled. \"Awesome,\" he said. \"Come on in! I'll sneak you into a bedroom so you can get set up.\"\n\n\"Oh, no need.\" Ashley said, smiling back. \"I came prepared.\" She flashed the trench coat revealing a provocative outfit that made Brian's eyes bulge.\n\n\"OK, no need,\" he repeated, dazed and drooling a little. \"I guess I'll just announce you then, good?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" she said, *not* feeling good.\n\nShe followed close behind Brian as he weaved his way to the front of the living room by the television. There were *a lot* more guys there than Ashley had anticipated. Her heart was pounding.\n\nBrian yelled louder than she expected, \"Hey! Everybody, listen up! We've got a special treat for Colin! Can we get a chair set up in the middle of the room please?\" A clearing formed and a kitchen chair was brought in and set down facing into the center of the room. \"Awesome. Hey, Colin, come take a seat.\"\n\nHe leaned over to Ashley and whispered in her ear. \"Quick! I need a stage name!\"\n\nAshley's mind raced. \"Uh...\" she began. \"Dani?\"\n\n\"Sure,\" Brian breathed, chuckling.\n\n\"I'd like to introduce everyone to *Dani*.\" He reached down and slapped Ashley on the ass. She squeaked and stepped forward, gazing out at the men. There had to be at least two dozen, maybe close to three dozen guys. Half of them were already drunk, and the other half were quickly getting there. At least Brian seemed sober. She looked at Colin. He looked... rosy.\n\nShe felt as though she could fall over, but instead she dropped the trench coat as dramatically as she could, striking a pose and letting it slide seductively from her soft shoulders. Several guys whistled and cheered when they saw her outfit and sexy pose. Slowly she lifted her arms above her head and began to do her best to mimic what she'd only ever seen on trashy television shows and dirty movies.\n\nBrian moved away from the action and stood at the edge of the crowd. Ashely could feel his eyes on her, heat vision rays dancing along her curves, lingering on her exquisite landmarks. It turned her on. She put extra flare into her movements as she showed her backside to Colin, whose eyes were fixed on her ass, slack jawed and mesmerized. She spread her legs and slapped a cheek before snapping around to stare at him with an intense allure, the way she did in photoshoots.\n\nShe lowered her ass onto his crotch, moving it sensually until she could feel him getting hard, all while undoing the clasp of her top. She continued to rub, holding the bra on with one arm, then she let it drop, continuing to shield her nipples from the crowd. Men were hooting and hollering, whooping and cheering. It was a *noisy* bunch.\n\nHer mind was racing. She wasn't sure if she would remove the bikini bottom, but she *was* supposed to be a stripper. She moved behind the chair and moved her hands on Colin's chest, fingers spread wide. She was running out of moves. Soon though, her moves wouldn't matter.\n\n\"Twenty dollars for a blowjob!\" One man cried out, holding up a bill.\n\n\"Fifty!\" Called out another in nearly unintelligible slurred speech.\n\n\"One hundred for a lap dance and a hand job!\"\n\nThe cries kept coming. She decided to work the crowd just a little. She sauntered to the edge of the crowd and put her hand on a man's face. His mouth was agape and he was staring like he was under some kind of spell. She smiled and his eyelids fluttered.\n\nOne by one the men in the front of the crowd were getting harder as she made her way around the half circle, tugging on belts, lifting chins, and pulling on shirts.\n\nThe offers for money kept escalating, as did the requested acts. Not only were they convinced she was a real stripper, they were beginning to make assumptions about her willingness to engage in acts of prostitution.\n\n\"Blowjob for one hundred and fifty!\"\n\n\"TWO HUNDRED TO STICK IT IN YOUR PUSSY!\" Rang out another. This one was *extremely* drunk and fell over after he said it.\n\nAs she flirted with the guys in the front, some of them stuffed bills in her bikini. A few slapped her ass. They were getting more aggressive.\n\n\"Two hundred fifty for a quickie!\"\n\n\"One *thousand* to come home with me tonight!\" Her heart stopped. A *thousand* dollars? She could hardly hear herself think over the sound of the blood rushing through her system.\n\n\"*TWO* thousand,\" yelled another, \"just for a quick fuck in the bathroom!\"\n\nWhen she got to Brian she pulled him in close and whispered in his ear, \"Help,\" she said, \"I could use the money but I'm not a slut.\"\n\n\"Alright,\" he whispered back, \"I'll see what I can do, but...\" he hesitated.\n\n\"What?\" She whispered, feeling like she'd lose the crowd if she didn't keep moving.\n\n\"You're going to have to fuck *somebody* to get that cash. Can it be me?\"\n\nShe could almost hear *his* heart pounding as he asked it. She felt dizzy, but she quickly realized that the answer was obvious. It had been obvious for months. She put her hand to his stubbled face and whispered, \"Yes,\" before moving on.\n\nBrian stepped forward and called out, \"Who would pay fifty dollars to see her pussy?\"\n\nThe men cheered!\n\n\"Go on then!\" Brian said. \"Throw in your cash. Let's see it!\"\n\nGuys started pulling out their wallets and bills started fluttering to the floor. Brian quickly collected it and stuffed it in his pocked. He glanced back at Ashley who smiled and started tugging at the strings on her bottom.\n\nShe peeled it away so slowly that men were barking and howling as she went. Soon she was sitting on Colin's knee, kicking a curvy thigh high into the air before spreading her legs and making the crowd roar with approval.\n\n\"Alright,\" Brian called out. \"Now who wants to *fuck* her?\" The commotion was deafening. Money flew everywhere and Brian couldn't fill his pockets fast enough. Guys were calling out how much they were throwing in. *A thousand! Five hundred! Two thousand!*\n\nAfter he'd collected all the cash he said, \"Now correct me if I'm wrong, but the highest I heard was three thousand.\" He turned to Ashley. \"Dani, I'll give you five thousand.\" She winked at him and extended a finger, curling it up and toward her, beckoning him to come to her.\n\nColin quickly realized he wasn't part of the show anymore and slipped off the chair and into the crowd. Brian pulled off his pants, their pockets overflowing with cash, and set them down by Ashley's trench coat. He pulled off his shirt and sat on the chair.\n\n[Continued in a child comment.]"
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"content": "\"Lina, this is unacceptable.\"\n\nThe sorcerer rose from his chair, and loomed over the kneeling dark elf. \n\n\"Look, boss, I'm sorry! I just thought....\"\n\n\"... that you could have a little fun with the prisoners. Yes, fine, that is your prerogative. What isn't acceptable is the fact that you let your cunt do the thinking, and let the prisoners knock you out and get away with the keys.\"\n\nThe sorcerer raised his staff and Lina looked on in horror as her clothes began to unravel, thread falling into heaps at her feet.\n\n\"You know... a lot of the people here are going to be very disappointed you cheated them out of their fun. You'd best hope that replacing the prisoners will mollify them.\"\n\nHe leaned in closer to her face. \"If it doesn't, I will be most... annoyed.\"\n....\n\n\"NO! Please! Mercy!\"\n\nLina struggled against the shackles that held her to the ceiling of the barracks-room. Around her, the master's soldiers sat, drinking, playing dice or just staring at her, stroking their massive cocks as they watched Kendra have her way with Lina.\n\nSMACK!\n\nKendra the jaguar-woman snarled, baring her sharp canines as her hard hand harshly smacked Lina's full, sensitive tit.\n\n\"Think you deserve mercy, do you? A brainless, incompetent little slut who let her cunt get the better of her?\"\n\nKendra snarled again, and her tail swished with irritation.\n\nSMACK!\n\nKendra's hand left a matching mark on Lina's other tit. A voice, deep and commanding, called out. \n\n\"Hey, Kendra! Don't ruin the fucktoy before we've all had a go, yeah?\"\n\nKendra looked over towards the voice. \"Alright, Ragesh. Just remember that goes both ways, though.\"\n\nRagesh, a huge minotaur with a cock larger than Lina's forearm, nodded. \"Help me get her laid out on the table. I want to see what the dumb slut's throat can take.\"\n\n[Nap time. More later.]"
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"content": "The Mansion, once home to some sort of sex cult, was said to be haunted. The group of friends had all dared each other to try to spend the night in there, and they had gone in full of bravado and toting camping supplies. They found the place in much better shape than they expected, but also far more haunted even than the legends claimed. Letting themselves get split up might have been a mistake...\n\nWhen a blood curdling scream had echoed through the library on the second floor, while they were exploring, everyone had run in different directions.\n\nLex, a petite tomboy, had squeezed yourself underneath a space between the bookcases. Her slim frame might not have garnered her much attention from boys, but her lack of curves made it much easier for her to fit into tight spaces. She found herself emerging into what seemed like some sort of den done up like an ottoman throne room. Cushions and draperies were everywhere, and the floor was littered with blankets. The slim girl didn't notice the apparitions forming behind her. One after another, comely female ghosts seemed to be peering at her mischievously. Each of them seemed to be tittering to the others, and each of them seemed to be not only nude, but quite visibly pregnant!\n\nAn invisible hand grabbed one of Lex's ankles, quickly pulling off her tennis shoe, another grabbed her other foot, doing the same, and she found herself posted until the air, having the clothing stripped off of her slim and boyish body. A phantom mouth latched onto one of her nipples, and she could feel a tongue licking and sucking on her small, almost flat breast, soon she could feel mouths on both of them, and she could feel fingers sliding into her pussy. The aberrations only then became visible to her, one curvy and pregnant translucent ghost having her way with either of her breasts, two more holding her legs, and two more still holding her arms. She was dragged over to a pile of blankets, and she was squirming in arousal, as she felt her nipples being sucked and played with, the ghosts nimble mouths stimulating her almost supernaturally well. The ghost who had been playing with her pussy moved her mouth there too, and Lex bucked and kicked her legs in pleasure, as the pregnant ghost started to eat her out. Lex came hard, at least twice, both from the spectral cunnilingus and from the nipple play. She could swear that her breasts felt swollen and tender.\n\nIt was only then that the ghost of a large, fat, powerfully built man seemed to appear. Countless female ghosts were swarming around him, hanging off of him and petting and kissing him. He had a ghostly cock that would dwarf any dildo lex had ever seen, approaching her with a look of pure lust! Lex wasn't sure if it was the site of his supernaturally girthy and masculine form, or if the orgasms she'd experienced from the other spectral lovers she'd been pinned by, but something in her mind was making her libido run wild. He could practically feel her pussy drooling, as the massive ghostly harem keeper seemed to loom towards her.\n\nPassing directly through the floor, he brought his cock to her pussy and grabbed her by the hips, floating up into mid-air and pulling her partially with him. Lex could feel herself stretched tight around his massive member, and she was almost overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure that coursed through her. He pounded her like a whore, bouncing her body about like a ragdoll, and She found herself lost in orgasm more quickly than she could have imagined. He came deep inside her, her pussy squeezing and milking his dick for every drop of his potent seed. His ghostly sperm flooded into her womb, and the effects on the skinny tomboys body were immediate.\n\nLex instantly started to fatten up, her hips growing wider and her thighs growing thicker, her body seeming to supernaturally take on added weight. Her butt was plumping up, and her stomach seemed to take on a thin layer of soft pudge. Her breasts started to grow massively, seeming to swell like rising bread dough, soft and heavy on her chest. Her boobs got bigger and bigger Lex's moans echoing through the house, as she started to grope her own expanding tits. Her fingers sink into the soft flesh of her heavy, fat breasts, her hands being completely overwhelmed by the Time her breasts had grown to a pair of magnificent round orbs, each the size of a large cantaloupe.\n\nThat wasn't all that happened though. The girl's once slim belly started to dome upward, rapidly expanding, as Lex grew heavily pregnant. The ghostly harem looked on in pleasure and satisfaction, as they watched her grow fat and heavy with child, many of them stroking their own ghostly pregnant bellies or plunging their fingers into their own pussies, masturbating furiously at the site of the petite tomboy being knocked up by their master.\n\nLex was in awe of herself. She rubbed her belly as she watched herself grow bigger and bigger. She could feel her pregnant middle pinning her to the ground, her center of balance changing as she came to look like she was practically ready to pop. In fact, she was only 5 months pregnant, albeit with triplet daughters. She could feel each of her new children stretching her belly bigger and bigger as they changed her body to help them grow. Heard growth slowed down to a human rate just in time for her to pass out from a mysterious orgasm running through her body... The now busty and voluptuous, very pregnant girl would have quite the adjustment to wake up to, when morning came..."
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"content": "Part 1\n\n\"What the hell is that?\"\n\nI stepped into the campus dorm lobby as Gabby glanced at the object I had brought back from the river, its jet black color and slender shape making it look like a bottle of pure shadows. I shrugged and replied, \"No clue, but I found it a few hours ago. Looks cool, right?\"\n\nGabby nodded. \"Cool as shit. Think we could pawn it for money?\"\n\n<That would be an improper use of my capabilities.>\n\nGabby and I yelped as I dropped the bottle. From its place on the floor of the kitchen, the bottle rattled and spoke(?) to us in an echoing voice. <Do not worry. I am not so fragile as to shatter from an impact such as this.>\n\nI carefully kneeled down and picked the bottle back up as Gabby slowly asked, \"A--Are you what I think you are?\"\n\n<Indeed, Ms. Ramsey. I am a genie.>\n\nGabby grinned like she'd won every lottery in history while I asked the genie, \"So, uh... you mind explaining what the rules are for this?\"\n\n<Of course not, Mr. Lux. I am capable of providing a maximum of three wishes to whoever is the current owner of the artifact binding me to the physical plane and will do so until or unless a wish is used to free my spirit. There are no restrictions on what you may wish for and I possess the ability to read your thoughts and thus ascertain your intentions behind your wishes, so your only concern is the numerical limit and the fact that you must verbalize your wishes.>\n\nAs much as I wanted to say my mind swam with possibilities, I kept coming back to the same thing: Gabby. Ever since we met at orientation, I couldn't stop thinking about her--nor could I stop thinking about how thoroughly she was out of my league. This genie could have been my chance to finally get with her, but I'd never have been able to live with myself if I forced her to love me. So I decided to go with my other fantasy: being a harem protagonist.\n\nI closed my eyes and started to speak, but Gabby suddenly yanked the genie out of my hands and blurted out, \"I wish Malcolm had a harem!\"\n\nMy shock was short lived as the world was enveloped in a white glow as the genie responded, <As you wish.>\n\n...\n\n\"Fuck, my head.\"\n\nI sat upright and tried to blink the spots out of my vision. Slowly, the events immediately preceding the change in reality came back to me, and I glanced around the room looking to see if anything changed. My dorm room was the same as it had always been, but my bed was practically the size of a piece of Stonehenge. Surrounding me entirely were several bodies hidden beneath the covers, their quiet breathing causing little peaks to rise under the blankets.\n\nI pulled the covers back slightly, revealing a king's worth of women occupying my bed. Clutching onto my arm was the dorm advisor Layla, and right next to her was Sumi, a girl from my Psych 102 class. Olive, Jen, and Charity, three girls from the university lacrosse team, were wrapped up together like they were going to float away without each other's presence. Nuzzled into the crook of my neck was Zoey, my ex-girlfriend, and to my right was... well, basically every female professor I had, plus a quintet of school nurses and the entire cheer team. Just when I thought this couldn't have gotten any more absurd, I realized that Dean Duvall was here as well, her face right next to my leg like she'd fallen asleep after going down on me.\n\nUnder my breath I noted, \"Dear God, Gabby has some high standards.\"\n\nA giggling from across the room prompted me to look over at the door, where a lingerie-clad Gabby was leaning against the wall as she purred, \"Do you like my gift, master?\""
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"content": "\n\nSugar \n\n\n\"Jake, we kind of need this.\" Lacey said as she guided him to the front door. \"He said that rent would be free and we already spent that money on fixing the car.\"\n\n\n\"Okay. I'm just having second thoughts.\" Jake reluctantly walked out the door to work. He spun to give his young wife a kiss and the sight of her heavy tits nearly pouring out of the corset that the landlord gave her made him feel faint. \n\n\n\"Don't worry. It will all be done when you get home and I will have supper ready.\" Lacey had to get up on her tiptoes to kiss her husband. She practically had to push him to get him to leave. Then she ran to apply some make up and get ready for Mr. Phillips the landlord.\n\n\nShe was engrossed in her task when she felt hands grip her hips and something else rubbing across her ass. Lacey looked up in the mirror and saw they reflection of Mr. Phillips smiled back at her. \"You just decided to let yourself in?\" She asked.\n\n\n\"Of course.\" He reached down to squeeze her juicy ass. \"Oh, my god girls your age feel so good. It's been so long since I got some quality time with a prize piece like you. How old are you again?\" He snaked his hand to her front and gently squeezed her throat.\n\n\nShe stifled a groan before answering. \"I just turned twenty.\" His worn face curled into a smile.\n\n\n\"Two years younger than my youngest kid.\" \n\n\n\"Why don't we just get this over with?\" Lacey asked impatiently.\n\n\nOne of his hands disappeared and he smacked a pill bottle on the sink in front of her. Lacey picked up the bottle and the word \"Viagra\" seemed to leap out at her. \"I paid for you all day.\"\n\n\nLacey shook slightly when he leaned over and whispered into her ear. \"I already popped one so let's go to the living room.\" Mr. Philips growled into her ear. She didn't know if it was fear or excitement that made her shiver.\n\n\nHe led her into the living room. Lacey was hit with sudden dread when she realized they were in the room with a large open window that overlooked the street. She felt so exposed in her corset and lace thong. His fingers gripped her red hair. So, there was no turning around. Lacey felt so excited.\n\n\nHe stood in front of a chair. \"Why don't you pull down my pants and get to know my cock?\" He let go of her hair and she dropped to her knees before him. She struggled to keep her hands steady as she unzipped his jeans and fished his cock out. Her jaw dropped when she saw it. \n\n\nThere under his paunch of a belly stood a thick and veiny dick that was bigger than any she had touched before. It seemed to have an angry energy that made her wet. \"Don't be afraid. It won't bite.\" He guided her closer. She took a deep breath before letting the head of it touch her lips. Then she parted them and it ventured slowly forward into her warm mouth.\n\n\nJake had asked for a blow job before but she always found an excuse to weasel out of it. Now that she was giving a blowjob, she loved the feeling of him pulsing in her throat. Not only did she find herself sucking this old guy's cock but she was deep throating it in her living room with wide open windows.\n\n\nShe kept working the length of it even after he let go of her. Soon enough, he was coming down her throat with no warning. She pulled back and managed to keep most of it down. Some fell on the ground. \n\n\nHe let her collect herself first. Meanwhile he sat in Jake's recliner without pants. His cock hung flaccid as he flipped through channels. Lacey went to the bathroom and gathered herself.\n\n\nWhen she came out he patted his lap as a wordless command. Before her pretty ass hit his lap he said. \"Take that thong off first.\"\n\n\nLacey did as he said and bent before him as she slid them to her feet. She heard his lips smacking at the sight of her pussy from behind. Before she could stand back up a hand grazed her soft pinkness. Lacey froze in place while his meaty finger pressed in delicately. Then his finger disappeared and she felt his tongue.\n\n\nLacey was surprised how skilled and enthusiastic he was about eating pussy. His workman's hands steadied her hips so she didn't fall over. \"You taste as wonderful as you look.\" He said as he pulled away.\n\n\nShe sat on his lap and was slightly disappointed it wasn't erect. Lacey tried to imagine what it would be like to fuck this man three times her age. Instead he sat and idly toyed with her pussy while he sat and watched the TV. By the time he told her to run to get his Viagra, she was so horny that she ran for it. \n\n\nHe laughed at the sound of her feet padding swiftly through the house. When she came back he had stood up and told her they would do the next part in the bedroom. His penis hung like a war club as he walked. \n\n\nLacey was surprised that he had actually managed to get her excited for this. He wasn't nearly as handsome as Jake. Her husband was young and in shape, while Mr. Phillips was in his 60s with a beer belly. Jake had a lavish head of hair and this guy is bald. The one thing Jake doesn't have is this monster of a dick.\n\n\nMr. Phillips helped her remove her corset and took in her beauty. His rough hands ran over her creamy white skin and cupped, fondled,and toyed with her generous breasts. \n\n\nHe laid on the bed and she followed. After a second cuck sucking session the Viagra had kicked in. It stood rigid as a fence post and Lacey crawled on top with no prompting needed. As she felt him starting to drive up into her, she realized something. \"Um, Mr. Phillips?\" She asked timidly.\n\n\n\"What is it, baby girl?\" He asked while pinching her hard nipple. \n\n\n\"Are you saying that I'm inside you and you've forgotten my first name?\" He laughed. Laced blushed. \"It's Henry, but feel free to call me Daddy.\"\n\n\nLacey was determined not to call him Daddy. That seemed creepy to her, but then he seemed creepy too and he was currently inside her. \"Henry.\" She called out as she pushed herself further down. \"I'm not used to a dick like this. So take it easy.\"\n\n\n\"I'll let you control the pace, but I want you to tell me that your tight pussy isn't used to real dicks.\" Henry said. \n\n\nLacey pushed the rest and laid her torso against him. Her breasts pressed between them and then she whispered in his ear. \"Please, Daddy, let me ride you first because I'm not used to real cocks like this. My tight pussy can only take so much.\" She couldn't believe that he got her to engage in dirty talk.\n\n\nThen he surprised her again by kissing her. Before this she had only ever slept with Jake. She had never rode him like a cowgirl like she was to Henry. That was when she realized that she had forgotten to put a rubber on him like all three of them had agreed to. She broke the kiss. \"Oh no! I forgot to put your condom on!\"\n\n\n\"Don't worry about that.\" Henry said, gripping her pale hips. \"This feels so much better.\" She couldn't argue with that. The thought of this old man claiming her pussy with his cum sent a shiver through her. Suddenly she was cumming on his cock. \"Are you cumming?\"\n\n\nShe wanted to flop on her side but Henry was far from done. Instead of letting fall he spun with her and ended up on top of her going at a quick pace. By the time he came Lacey was a sweaty mess. Now she laid on the bed with her landlord's cum dripping from her pussy. Henry went to the bathroom. \n\n\nThey agreed to take a nap. Lacey was so tired she agreed. She fully expected to wake up to him fucking her but instead she woke up alone and walked out to the living room naked. The doorbell rang and she answered without thinking.\n\n\n\"Hey I got your…. Tits.\" The stunned driver was hypnotized by her free breasts. Lacey suddenly realized she was naked in front of a stranger.\n\n\n\"D-do I owe you money?\" Lacey asked shyly.\n\n\n\"No, you paid through the app.\" The driver smiled. \"But if you want to give me a tip.\" \n\n\nLacey paused for a second and then figured there was no reason to be a prude now. \"How about I let you touch me in any way you want for fifteen seconds.\" \n\n\n\"Sounds good to me.\" The delivery driver was happy to fondle her heavy tits and finger her pussy for a brief moment.\n\n\n\"That time. Thanks!\" Lacey smiled and closed the door. \"Henry, pizza is here.\"\n\n\nHe popped another viagra before eating his pizza. There was a perverse feeling that he got from watching her eat naked. This timid young wife was now parading through her house naked.\n\n\nWhen Jake got home they were still fucking in the living room. \"Wanna join, Jake?\" Henry asked as his massive cock violated Jake's moaning wife.\n\n\nTo Lacey's surprise he pulled out his member. It was still limp when she placed it in her mouth. After several minutes of sucking on his limp dick Jake pulled his cock away and tucked it into his pants. Henry laughed and Jake sat down and watched his wife get railed.\n\n\nShe never made these noises for him, or pushed back as hard. After their landlord came he pulled out and announced: \"we need a shower. You go make dinner.\"\n\n\nWhen he pulled out Jake couldn't stop staring at that long hanging monster covered in his wife's cum. A wet trail of puddles formed as Lacey walked. \"I-I thought we agreed on using a condom.\" He said quietly.\n\n\n\"Don't worry. I'll pay my fair share if she gets pregnant.\" Henry said dismissively.\n\n\nIn the shower Jake could hear them giggling. He was suddenly rock hard while he cooked spaghetti in the kitchen. After an awkward meal, Lacey and Jake had sex after Henry left but she was a changed woman. She moved aggressively and demanded he eat her out.\n\n\n\"Things are going to be different.\" Lacey assured as Jake's was caressed on either side by her thick thighs. "
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"content": "Your girlfriend is great, except for one thing: she always wears bulky, formless clothes. Needless to say, you haven't seen her in anything else. That is, until the day she finally agrees to sleep with you, and you find out why she wears her chosen outfits. It's hard to find clothes that fit her ripped, muscular body. Not only that, but she wasn't sure if you would like her looks. Time to show her just what you think."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Don't talk to me until I've had my goddamn sugar." | [
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"content": "\"Don't talk to me until I've had my goddamn sugar!\" The purple-haired pixie shouted, grumpily, as she flitted through the room, ignoring myriad requests for magic or advice from her roommates. Her long hair billowed behind her like a cape, flowing like a river between her two rapidly beating wings. She drifted about a little, not quite making a street course in her sleepy state.\n\nEclair needed her morning dose of sugar before she could even think about facing the day. Pixies pretty much ran on sugar, and Eclair loved hers more than most.\n\nThe leggy (proportionately, for being about 10 inches tall) little bombshell groggily landed in the cabinet that she used as her private breakfast nook. It was a cozy little space with a couple of throw pillows that she had set up as a comfy little nest and a full, quite expensive, magitech espresso machine.\n\nEclair drew a couple of glowing sigils in the air, one with either hand, and she casually tossed them at the machine flopping down onto her pillows, as she heard it hum to life, vibrating with arcane energy and giving her a cheerful electronic chirp as it woke up.\n\nThe machine set about making her a caramel mocha macchiato double espresso shot, extra heavy on the caramel and with added maple syrup, candied pecans, and sweet whip. At the same time, eclair had opened up her secret stash of chocolates and was helping herself to a truffle the size of her head while she waited for her coffee to brew.\n\nThe rich and extra Sweet scent of her morning sugar with coffee drink was almost enough to rouse eclair by itself. She ran one of her pale hands through the foam and caramel drizzle, licking it off of her fingers before she took a proper sip. She could feel the warmth of the chocolatey, caramely drink spreading through her, and eclair breathed out a sigh of contentment.\n\nJust then, she heard the whooshing of bat-like wings coming from next to her nook, and she looked to see dark red wings of a familiar imp at the entrance of her cozy space.\n\nEclair raised an eyebrow, barely glancing at the intruder. \"What do you want, Rasp?\" She continued sipping her drink, Even as a tiny (Although larger than her, by quite a bit) man with deep red skin and almost red black wings and a whip-like tail perched nearby to her.\n\n\"Hey! Babe! I just thought I'd stop by and say hi.\" Rasp's voice was, indeed, raspy, even as he projected an heir of casual gregariousness. His luminescent yellow eyes trailed up and down Eclair's figure, his lust hardly hidden at all. From her dainty feet, up her long legs, lingering on her luscious, thick thighs and her nicely wide hips, to her tiny waist and flat tummy and even over her modest yet plump and perky breasts, rasp grinned as he looked at her, his proportionately substantial manhood already starting to tent his kilt.\n\nEclair herself was just wearing a pair of tiny boy shorts and a little tank top. She felt a little underdressed, all of a sudden, as she could feel the imp's eyes roaming all over her body. \"Rasp. I'm trying to have my breakfast. It's way too early in the day for me to be bothering with you.\" \n\nGrinning, the imp raised an eyebrow, peering at the pixie through the bangs of his long, thick black hair. \"Even if I brought you your favorite?\" Reaching behind his wing, where he'd been concealing something all this time, rasp produced a strawberry cheesecake tartlet. The rich smell Hit Eclair's nostrils almost instantly, and her eyes were glued to the glossy, ruby-like glaze on the berries.\n\nEclair gasped, her mouth hanging open, even as she started to salivate a little bit. She had to deliberately close her lips, lest she accidentally drool a bit. She tried to give the imp a side eye, wondering what he was up to. \"What are you doing here, with that? What's the catch?\" \n\n\"No catch,\" The lean and muscular imp offered, genially. \"I just want to help you enjoy your morning with your favorite breakfast!\"\n\nEclair eyed rasp, somewhat suspiciously, as she took a long gulp of her super sweet coffee. She felt her stomach rumble a little bit though, and she could feel her craving for solid food and her favorite sweet. She continued to sip her drink, as rasp stepped forward with the tart.\n\nSmiling, he broke off a part of it with his bare hands, his claws easily slicing through the buttery, crumbly crust. He held it towards her, right under her nose, and she pouted, deliberately holding her lips closed.\n\n\"Come on...\" He said, \"Just let me indulge you in a little bit of early morning gluttony! You know you want it. You know it's going to be so, so good...\" He waved the bit of strawberry glazed cheesecake underneath The pixies nose, watching as her eyes followed it."
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"content": "(pee shenanigans, there is nothing else in the comments so this will do for now I guess)\n\n\"now before I continue with the demonstration, do you wish to go on with it because it is a toy that will keep your bladder exposed to the outside air for the time set on it.\" \"I do, to be honest I'm very curious about it.\" he showed me how to set the timer and when I put in a desired amount of minutes I could put it in myself. we talked about it as the minutes went on and when it was done I could easily remove it. I could keep it so I put the timer on how long it was supposedly still going to take from that to until I was home and put it in.\n\nI had my fun with it and gained a lot of pleasure from it."
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"content": "Sheila wasn't quite sure that she had actually heard the girl correctly. \n\n\"I didn't mean to, I swear. I mean, I did mean to fu- to sleep with him, but I didn't know he was married. I swear I didn't.\" *The poor thing is running at 100 miles an hour. Isn't she?* Sheila thought. \"I mean. He didn't say he wasn't married, and I never asked, but he still should definitely tell me that in advance, shouldn't he?\" *It's so cute, how worked up she is. I should probably help her calm down.* \"And he said he loved me, and I think he meant it, **but that doesn't mean I think he doesn't love you. I'm sure he loves you, even though I don't know you, Oh God!**\"\n\nThe girl stopped talking for a second, and tried to catch her breath. Tears started forming in her eyes. \"Would you like to come inside?\" Sheila asked, trying to hide her *... god, what feeling am I trying to hide? Sympathy? Amusement? Arousal? All three?* The girl walked in the room, closing the front door behind her, and just stood there, in the hall, as if she wasn't quite sure where she was. \"Hello, sweetie, are you okay?\" Sheila asked. \"Oh, god, yes, I'm sorry. You shouldn't be the one checking if I'm okay, I, I swear, I thought we were going to get married. He said he loved me so many times, and he was so nice to me, and he always made sure I was eating, and he checked to make sure I was taking my meds, and he always went down on me until I came, before we had sex, and **why am I telling you this?** It's the last shit you need to hear! I'm so sorry!\", the girl's shock had worn off, and she was back to panicking. The tears in her eyes finally broke through and she was crying profusely. \n\n\"Let's get you on the couch, nice and comfy, okay?\", \"Thank you. Thank you so much, ... I'm sorry, I don't know your name.\", \"It's Sheila dear, and you are?\", \"Megan.\", \"It's nice to meet you Megan. Do you love John?\", \"What?\", \"It's not a trick dear\" *please dear god let this be real.* \"do you love him? Be honest.\", \"Yes. I love him. I love him more than anyone I've ever known. When I found out he was married, I was terrified. I came over here, because I knew I had to tell you, but I wish that...\", \"Relax dear.\" Sheila sat next to Megan, wrapped one arm around her back, and used to the other to gently nudge her head onto her shoulder, where she started gently scratching it. \"No-one has to lose here. You love him. He loves you. I'm sure he does.\" *He fucking better. I swear if he was just toying with this girl, I'll kill him.* \"But he's your husband?\", \"Mmm-hmmm, and he's going to stay that way. Do you know what a cuckquean is? Or a vixen?\"\n\n\"No mi-, no Sheila.\", \"Okay, that's fine. Well, I'm a cuckquean, and now you're my vixen.\" Megan's eyes closed, and every muscle in her body relaxed, as the stress finally began to leave her body. \"I'm your vixen\" she responded, breathily, while she began to laze into her new position, lying on Sheila's shoulder. \"Good girl.\" Sheila remarked, before pulling her in for a kiss. \n\n---\n\n*What the fuck is wrong with you*, John chided himself mentally, *how fucking old are you? You're acting like a fucking teenager. You love Sheila. You've always loved her.* That much was true. He couldn't imagine life without her, and yet *Every fucking night this week, you've been out with her. She's 19 for fuck's sake, **She's your student.** that wasn't quite true. She was a student in Professor Larkin's class, and he was a Grad Student who TA'd there, but still, he was 7 years older than her, he'd been married for three of them, and he'd graded more than one of her papers, so *why the fuck can't I stop seeing her? Why can't I stop thinking about her?* It wasn't just sexual either. He was obsessed with her. He couldn't cook dinner, without thinking about how he'd modify the meal to account for her gluten allergy. He couldn't work on his thesis, without wondering whether she could've written it better. Young, and naive, sure, but the girl was a fucking genius. He couldn't even check the time on his phone, without checking to see if it was time for her to take her meds, or go to bed at night without checking in to make sure she was in hers, because he wouldn't be able to sleep if she wasn't. *Jesus Christ she's a mess. Is that why we're together? Am I just a fucking predator?* It wasn't the first time he'd asked himself that. A week ago, he'd went to her house, to break things off, and after five minutes talking with her, he ended up telling her he loved her. He'd never seen her happier. *I can't leave her now. I don't even fucking want to leave her. Fuck.*\n\nA sudden buzz from his phone snapped him out of endless mental cycling. His wife had sent him a pic. It was of Megan. She was sitting on a chair, in their kitchen, drinking from his favourite mug. \"I made a new friend today.\" it read. \"We should talk.\" He messaged her, but it wouldn't go through. Had she blocked him on Whatsapp? The fuck? He decided to call her. She picked it up immediately. \n\n\"Honey, you have to believe me, I can explain everything.\", \n\n\"Are you in love with this girl?\"\n\n\"I love *you*. I love you more than anything. You have to beli-\"\n\n\"Are you in love with this girl?\"\n\n\"I would never to anything to hurt you. We can talk this out. I'll do anythi-\"\n\n\"Are you in love with this girl?\"\n\n\".... yes.\"\n\n\"Good. I'm sure you'll be very happy together. Find some way to occupy your time until 9pm. I don't want to see you until then. After that, come by and pick up what's yours.\" She hung up, and John broke down crying. \n\n---\n\nSheila burst out laughing, as soon as she hung up the phone. Megan didn't think it was very funny, but she was in no position to argue, and she figured he'd be more than cheered up by the end of the night anyway. Sheila was beautiful. She's been so intimidated, when she first saw her in the doorway. She was 5'5\" to Megan's 4'11\", with more toned muscles, longer hair, and impeccable makeup. She learned later on, that she worked as a model, when she wasn't studying. \n\n(Fuck it, part one done, let me know what you think of the set-up)."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend is on a secret vacation, and forgot her phone. Someone just invited you over to spend the night using her number. | [
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"content": "Damn it! I forgot my keys. I double back into my house and grab them off the coffee table, but not before glancing at the photo on the mantle: Clara and I at our senior prom. She would've reminded me, but she's not here. She's out on some island somewhere, vacationing. She didn't want me to come with, said it would be her \"me\" time, and I get it. Still, a little fun in the sun would've been nice.\n\nI lock the door and hop in my beat up Honda Civic. It's a piece of junk, but it runs. Clara's phone is in center console. I can't believe she forgot her phone. It's not like her. I turn the key and the engine rattles to life. A quick check in the mirror and I pull out of the driveway.\n\nMy commute is easy and mindless: Highway to the Beltway, then south to Frosdale. My mind wanders, but the traffic is slow, and it's easy to stay in the lane. How could she forget her phone? It's not like Clara. I've never met someone so connected. Her social life revolves around the digital world. Maybe it's good for her to disconnect. I know I need a break from work, a chance to relax. \n\nI pull into the office park and find a spot near the front. My building is a squat, two story, tan brick structure, with a few scraggly bushes and a dying tree in the front. There's a fountain in the center of the parking lot, but it's not flowing today. It's never flowing.\n\nThe glass doors slide open and I step into the cool air. The lobby is empty, so I make a beeline for the elevator. That's when I see them.\n\nThey're on the right side of the lobby, just standing there. They're staring straight at me. There's one woman and one man, both pale as a sheet, with dark circles around their eyes. Their hair is greasy and unkempt, their clothes are tattered and stained, and their fingernails are dirty.\n\nBut it's their eyes that give me pause.\nTheir eyes are the coldest, emptiest, blackest voids I've ever seen.\n\nMy stomach twists. My breath quickens. My skin crawls. My mind races. I'm terrified.\n\n\"Jake, are you alright?\" It's Mary, my research partner. She just walked in from outside. I look back to where the figures once stood.\n\n\"Oh... Yeah, yeah, I'm fine,\" I say. I turn to Mary and plaster a fake smile across my face.\n\n\"I saw a cockroach, and I got spooked.\"\n\n\"Oh my gosh! Are you sure?\" Mary asks, a look of genuine concern on her face. \"I keep saying we shouldn't be allowing you slobs to eat outside of the cafeterias but no one listens to me!\"\n\nShe's only half joking, I can tell. Mary is a stickler for the rules. She's not wrong about the cockroach either. If only that's what I'd seen.\n\nI shrug it off, and we head to the elevators.\n\"What's the plan today?\" I ask, pressing the button for our floor.\n\n\"The usual. More tests, more experiments, more data.\" She sighs. \"I swear, sometimes I think we're going in circles.\"\n\nThe elevator doors slide open and we step inside.\n\n\"I hear ya. But hey, at least we're getting paid.\"\n\nThe elevator doors close, and we head to work.\nThe day is uneventful. We run a few experiments, collect some data, and write up our results. Around noon, I take a break to grab a sandwich from the cafeteria. I eat it at my computer. Clara's still on my mind, and I wonder if she's thinking of me. I pull out her phone and check it. Nothing. Not even a text.\n\nThe rest of the day drags on. Most of work is tedious collection of data points. Mary sits across the bench from me. Her brown eyes are focused on the screen, her fingers tapping away on the keyboard. She's a hard worker, and she's easy on the eyes too.\n\nI catch myself staring at her. Rumor has it that she went on a private trip with our director and his wife last year. I wonder what she did for them, and whether they all did it together.\n\nMy eyes drift to her chest. I can see the swell of her breasts under her lab coat. She catches me looking and flashes me a disapproving glance.\n\n\"Eyes up, buster.\"\n\n\"Sorry.\"\n\nShe turns back to her work, and I do the same. Usually Clara keeps my boyish urges in check, but today it seems like everything is a distraction. I think about what she's doing. Is she thinking of me? Is she happy?\nI imagine her in a bikini, laying on a beach chair, her tan skin glistening in the sun. I can almost smell the coconut sunscreen. Her long, dark hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and her eyes are hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.\n\nMy pants tighten as my imagination takes hold.\nI picture myself on the beach with her, my hands caressing her body. My fingers slide under the edge of her bikini bottoms, and she lets out a soft moan.\n\nI reach down and adjust my erection, hoping no one will notice. My face is flushed and my pulse is racing.\n\n\"Earth to Jake,\" Mary says. \"Where's your head today?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, I'm just distracted.\"\n\n\"It's okay. It happens. I was saying that it looks like it's going to be a while before the results come back. Why don't we take off early?\"\n\nI look at the clock and see that it's 2:30. I'm surprised how fast the time has gone.\n\n\"Sure, sounds good,\" I say.\n\nMary turns off her computer and gathers her things. I do the same. As I'm walking out the door, my phone vibrates. I pull it out of my pocket and read the message. It's from Clara's number. \n\n\"Meet me where our souls first entwined, where love whispered our names.\"\n\nThe blood drains from my face. What the hell? My heart is pounding in my chest. I have her phone. She couldn't have sent the message. I rush to the car and call her number. Her phone vibrates in my pocket, and the call goes straight to voicemail. Someone must have spoofed her number. I try to remember where we first met, but my mind is a fog.\n\nI sit in the car and think. Maybe this is a prank, or a mistake. I can't think of anyone who would do this. Clara and I are simple people, we keep to ourselves. I check the message again, trying to glean any clues, but it's just as cryptic.\n\nI start the car and drive. I'm not sure where I'm going, but something pulls me. Something familiar, yet distant.\nI'm driving north on the highway, but I'm not paying attention to the road. I'm lost in thought. I can't remember where we first met. We met at the college. She was a transfer student. I remember her smile, her laugh, her smell. She was perfect.\n\nThe light turns red, and I slam on the breaks. I'm jolted back to reality. I look around, and the old theater comes into view. I've driven here on autopilot. This is where we first kissed, where we first made love. This is where our relationship began.\n\nI park the car and get out. The theater is a looming structure, its ornate architecture a testament to a bygone era. It's been closed for years, decades before we explored it. There's an old maintenance shack in the back. That's where we discovered an old bootlegger's tunnel leading into the theater. Inside, it's preserved, the ghosts of its former patrons and performers still lingering in the air."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Alien Emperor is worried that his pet human is getting lonely. So they decide to get them a few mates. | [
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"content": "Seh’For wanted to have the human be comfortable, if not content, with his stay as her pet; having traversed various planets for other species that were compatible with him. Due to her massive size compared to Noah, she herself couldn’t have too close of a relationship with the human. After many trips and many failures, Seh’For had found a subject, albeit not in a place where she expected. \n\nHaving dismantled a smuggling spacecraft, there were three compatible species for Noah. One was a pale lady that was nearly twice the size of him, although she seemed to have a slightly violent tendency. The other a short avian girl. Her arms were her wing span and she seemed to be slightly ditzy. Although her feet were sharp talons that could tear things apart. And the final was a slimy goo creature that was labeled to feed off of fluids from any living creature. \n\nNot wanting to have to deal with any issues of potential harm coming to her human, Seh’For had opted to claim the pink goo creature to give to Noah. Hopefully, she’ll be able to find more compatible beings for him.\n\n…\n\nSeh’For returns back to her ship with the pink slime en tow, placing it with Noah, separating the two with a transparent panel. \n\n…"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Ladies' college's student council president has masturbation addiction and tries using numbing cream to stop herself from masturbating in public. | [
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"content": "Emily slaps her face, leaving a red handprint.\n\nShe slaps again, harder this time, her palm making contact with her left cheek.\n\nHer face stings and feels hot to the touch.\n\nShe takes a deep breath, trying to center herself in the mirror.\n\n\"You need to be stronger than that,\" Emily whispers. \"If you want this, you have to be stronger than that.\"\n\nShe slaps her face again, this time the impact making her eyes water.\n\nIn an instant, her mind is transported back to the scene of the crime, the day when her addiction was born. She is lying on her bed, her face down and her ass in the air. She feels a sharp sting on her exposed ass cheek, followed by a rush of endorphins. A loud slap echoes through the room as her headmistress spanks her again and again. Emily's mind is flooded with conflicting emotions—shame, pleasure, guilt, and desire—as her body responds to the sensation of the impact.\n\nShe tries to push away the memory, but it is too late. Her body is already beginning to respond. Her nipples are hardening and her pussy is starting to get wet. She would do anything to get into trouble again, just so she can feel the sting of a spanking once more.\n\nThe pain is her drug.\n\nIt's her escape from reality, a way to let go of her responsibilities and indulge in her most depraved desires. After each punishment, she is left with a feeling of satisfaction and a desire for more. She would masturbate around the clock if she could, but that would mean skipping class and losing her perfect attendance record. She has to keep up appearances, after all.\n\nShe closes her eyes, taking a deep breath.\n\nHer hand slowly moves between her legs.\n\nShe can feel her wetness, her arousal.\n\nThe heat emanating from her core.\n\nThe pressure building inside her.\n\nWith each stroke of her clit, she finds herself getting closer and closer to the edge.\n\nStop.\n\nEmily pulls her hand away.\n\n\"You need to focus.\"\n\nThe words come out in a hushed whisper.\n\nShe reaches for the bottle of numbing cream on the counter, squeezing a generous amount into her palm. She shoves her hand between her legs and rubs the cream all over her swollen, aching clit. It feels like a soothing balm, easing the throbbing.\n\n\"Just a little longer.\"\n\nEmily looks at her reflection in the mirror.\n\n\"Hold on for a little bit longer.\"\n\n***\n\nEmily is a diligent student, always sitting up front, attentively taking notes. She is also a good listener, never missing a beat when it comes to paying attention to what the professor is saying.\n\nBut despite her studious nature, her mind often wanders to places it shouldn't. She finds herself imagining what it would be like to have her nipples clamped, or her ass smacked. Then she would reach her hand under the table at lunch or in the library, gently stroking her aching pussy, until the throbbing subsided and she could continue with her day. \n\nThe numbing cream has worked. Although too well.\n\nAs she sits in her classes, her pussy is soaking wet. She's wearing extra underwear, but even that isn't enough to contain the mess between her legs. She squirms in her seat, trying to keep her arousal at bay. The cream has made it so she can barely feel her clit, but the constant stimulation is still there, teasing her.\n\nHer body aches with need, her muscles tensing and relaxing as she tries to stay focused on the lecture. She used to be able to quickly masturbate between classes between the buildings or even in a stall in the bathroom. But now, her clit is so numb, it would take hours of rubbing just to get close to an orgasm.\n\nShe looks at the clock.\n\nFive minutes left.\n\nEmily closes her notebook, gathering her things and putting them into her backpack. She walks briskly down the hall, heading towards the library.\n\nOnce inside, she heads towards the back corner, where the computers are.\n\nShe sits down and logs in, waiting for the browser to load.\n\nThe screen comes to life, revealing a blank search bar.\n\nShe types in the word \"discipline.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a teddy bear comes to life and wants more than cuddles | [
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It was just a joke! I didn’t think it would work! | [
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"content": "Brian was thrilled to have gotten his graduate project approved. Starting on his PhD in environmental science, he had started researching a metamaterial micro substance that was supposed to help clean up oceans. He'd actually gotten on the news and brought a bit of prestige to the college, but what stood out most from today was how a trio of girls who looked like they were decked out in full mermaid gear even showed up to congratulate him. The three of them were wearing seashell bikinis and tied on skirts. They even acted like they were unsure of how to use their legs. Nonetheless, they'd been all cheer and smiles, as they walked up to him and presented him with a golden seashell necklace.\n\n\n\"Poseidon thanks you for your great service, and he grants you one boon!\" The pink haired beach bunny said, as she placed the necklace over Brian's head.\n\n\nBrian's friend Jack just chuckled and elbowed his nerdy roommate. \"Maybe you ought to ask for her number?\" Jack laughed. Tall, muscular, athletic, and handsome, Jack couldn't have been more of a contrast to his nerdy grad student friend. But the two got on exceptionally well.\n\n\nBrian could only blush and trip over his words, as the overly excited trio of beautiful bikini clad girls giggled and left in a bit of a hurry. One of them seemed to be saying something about how they couldn't stay on land this long and the others replied in a language that Brian didn't even recognize.\n\n\nBrian was still wearing the necklace when he and Jack got back to their apartment. As he took off his jacket and started to put down his keys, he looked at the necklace, noticing that it could open. Inside the seashell was a pearl-like sphere, translucent and seeming to glow with rainbow shifting energy. ,\"Wow. Those environmentalist girls went all out with this thing. It's beautiful! I wonder if this is the \"Boon from Poseidon'?\"\n\n\nJack gave a deep, throaty laugh. \"I bet it's a boon from one of their Etsy shops! Maybe you should make a wish! If you had more balls you probably could have gotten laid with one of those hot chicks instead of letting them get away like all the others...\"\n\n\nBrian's sighed. He really did have lousy luck with girls, especially compared to Jack. He mostly spent his time hearing about Jack's exploits, two engrossed in studying to get up to much on his own. \"I wish you were a hot chick obsessed with my dick. You're pretty much the only person I talk to some days. It'd be a lot more convenient.,\" \n\n\nJack laughed again. \"Yeah I bet. Anyway, I've got to hit the shower. I'm planning on getting laid tonight, you feel like coming out?\" \n\n\nBrian shrugged. \"I've got a paper that I really need to finish a section of...\"\n\n\nJack just smiled ruefully and shook his head at his shorter, academic obsessed roommate. \"Too bad, man. More pussy for me I guess!\"\n\n\nThe light in the pearl of Brian's necklace seemed to suddenly flash white and then flicker out. Both guys seemed surprised by the display. \n\n\nJack clicked his tongue. \"Looks like those cosplayers weren't exactly electricians. They couldn't make that little trinket even last a whole day. Oh well, easy come easy go, right?\"\n\n\nBrian was a little sad, the rest of the necklace actually seemed like it was really high quality. He could have even sworn parts of it were real gold... But he figured it had to be a costume piece after all, as he took it off and set it aside with his other stuff.\n\n\nJack just sauntered off towards his room. \"Congrats on the grant, man. You earned it!\" He called, towards his friend. \"Even if it came at the cost of never getting laid!\" He added, with a sardonic smile, as he ducked into his own bedroom."
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