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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Are you about to jerk off to her?" Your tomboy roommate stood in the doorway, having caught you about to stroke off to a mutual friend's Tiktok videos. You stumble and stutter, trying to think of a way out when her next words throw you for a loop: "Can I watch?" | [
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"content": "Anise was the kind of girl who probably farted butterflies and never had a hair out of place on her wonderful blonde head. She stepped lightly, spoke directly yet politely, and somehow could make the most modest attire look downright scandalous without trying. Erik loved that last bit the most about Anise and rarely missed a moment to check her out when she wasn’t watching. \n \nThe great thing about Tik Tok was just that, Anise couldn’t catch you in the act. One video after the other, Erik watched Anise giggle, eat tiny scoops of ice cream, make those weird scrunched up faces, and explain make-up tutorials. He sat on his couch, his phone in one hand and himself in the other, just watching his friend. Video after video… \n \n“Are you jerking off to fucking Anise?” \n \nErik jumped about three-thousand feet in the air at the voice that broke his ecstasy. \n \n“Fuck! What?” He found the nearest pillow and threw it over himself, “No! I’m not! Fuck no! Um, I thought you were gone tonight?” Erik had dropped his phone with the screen face up. Alice, his roommate that he swore to fucking god was working third shift tonight, walked over. \n \nIf Anise had the perfect figure of porcelain, Alice was tough gravel. If Anise could melt a heart with a look and a nice word, Alice would take a blowtorch and keep the heart for herself. She wasn’t a delicate princess, she was a rogue that lived in the desert disguised as a male. Cropped brown hair shaved on one side, muscles larger than Erik, and had a thing for tank tops. She looked down at his phone. \n \n“Liar, you totally were!” She grinned. \n \n“Shut up.” He grabbed his phone – carefully not to upset the precisely positioned pillow, and turned it off. \n \nAlice swung to the other side of the couch facing Erik. “It’s ok,” she laughed. “Anise is fucking hot shit. I’ve probably gotten off to her more than you.” \n \nErik doubted that, but he felt the pillow move for just a blink. \n \n“Here,” Alice scrolled through her own phone for a moment and brought up a picture of Anise in a dressing room with a black laced bra and panties on. “It’s amazing what girls send each other to make sure the fit’s right.” \n \n“Jesus.” Erik muttered. \n \nAlice reached out and removed the pillow from Erik’s lap. “Use this picture. I want to watch.” \n \nErik eyed the picture. Like a model on her best shoot, Anise had just the right sway in her hips. He even considered it for a moment. “Get the fuck out of here.” He stood and pulled his pants up, but Alice pushed him back down with one hand and with the other took his pants back down. In one smooth motion Erik was back on the couch and Alice had bent over and stuck his leaking cock into her mouth. \nErik gasped, but immediately out of a reflex leaned back and put his hand over Alice’s head. \n \nAs quickly as it began, Alice came back up. “Not gonna lie, I’ve always wanted to know what cock tasted like.” \n \n“You don’t need to stop.” \n \n“No, you’re right.” Alice said running her tongue over her lips. “But I want to watch you get off to Anise.” She handed Erik the phone again. \n \nHis cock was still pretty wet with saliva. It was easy to do. Look at Anise and stroke. But Alice was just right there, and he was just noticing her body. Tight, fit from sports and a tough job, with one hand down her own pants. Slowly, Erik put the phone down and started masturbating with Alice in front of him. \n \n“That’s a good boy.” Alice said, leaning towards Erik. She kept getting closer and Erik could swear he was about to cum. That’s when Alice leapt on the couch, grabbed Erik and flipped him around. He didn’t even have time to react before Alice was mounted behind him with her reaching down to Erik’s manhood. She thrust as if she was fucking him from behind, clapping his ass while one of her hands stroked him and the other hand was on his back. \n \nFuck fuck fuck. Erik moaned out. \n \n“Mm. Good boy.” She said again. “Think of me fucking Anise in front of you. Just.” She thrust. “Like.” Again. “This.” \n \nHe never stood a chance. He came, hard, with Alice half laughing half moaning as her clit rubbed against Erik’s ass. \n\n\nShe leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Good boy.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A nymphomanic goth girl wants to corrupt her cute, innocent neighboor and pull him to the dark side. But the guy is so sweet and wholsome that she only ends up beeing turned into his doting girlfriend. | [
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"content": "Desiree had everything ready.\n\n\r \nThe house was dark and mysterious, her mom and stepdad were having their third honeymoon until Sunday night, and the thermostat was turned up ever so slightly so that wearing more than a few layers would be uncomfortable.\n\n\r \nShe’d dressed in her sluttiest clothes: the slightly-too-tight leather pants and the way-too-tight band shirt that would spill her tits out if she breathed too deeply, push-up bra and leather choker. Almost made her wish she could fuck herself. But, she sighed, shirt straining against her breasts, she’d just have to settle for poor, sweet Raymond.\n\n\r \nSweet, sensitive, quiet, innocent Raymond was going to get the ride of his life tonight. Desiree chuckled as she ran her hands over her curves, wondering where the path he was starting on tonight would take him.\n\n\r \nDesiree didn’t have time to think about that, though. She was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell, and knew the show was on! Adjusting her tits one last time, she swung the door open, and struck a pose.\n\n\r \n“Hi, Desiree!” Raymond cheered, cradling textbooks in his arms. He was cute, Desiree had to admit. With sandy blonde hair and big, blue eyes that seemed to glisten in the dim light. He wasn’t exactly a stud, barely coming up to Desiree’s neck, but that just meant that he was exactly at tit height.\n\n\r \n“Oh hi, little man.” Bending forward to give him the best view, Desiree purred, “Won’t you please come inside?”\n\n\r \n“Of course!” Raymond pushed past her and into the living room. Desiree balked a little at this. Normally, she had to fight to get guys eyes off of her tits. “Your mom was heartbroken when you left school, so when I heard you were trying for your GED, this was the least I could do!”\n\n\r \n“I hope tonight will be very…” Desiree locked the door with a loud click behind her, “… instructive.”\n\n\r \nRaymond just spread his books out on the coffee table and patted a spot on the couch beside him. Desiree ignored him. “You mind if I play some music, Ray?”\n\n\r \nRaymond pulled out his phone, “I’ve got some rain sounds on my mp3 player that should help us focus.”\n\n\r \n“That’s okay!” Desiree almost yelped, but quickly regained her composure. “Why don’t you let mommy take the lead on this one?”\n\n\r \nWith practiced sensuality, Desiree tapped the playlist SONGS FOR FUCKING VIRGINS on her Spotify. The Bluetooth speakers came to life with smooth, sensual jazz. Eventually, she’d move on to Death Metal and Thrash, but that wasn’t until SONGS TO RUIN HIM FOR OTHER WOMEN.\n\n\r \nTaking her place on the couch, Desiree lay her long, leather-clad legs over Raymond’s.\r \nFixing him with a look, she cooed, “It’s hot in here,” and played with her choker.\r \n\n\nRaymond looked at Desiree a moment, just long enough to get her excited, then said, “Just a moment,” stood up, and adjusted the fucking thermostat.\r \n\n\n“You son of a bitch!” she screamed, “It took me hours to get the temperature right!”\r \n\n\n“Wait, what?” Raymond paused opening the window, “But you said it was hot?”\r \n\n\n“I mean…” With a cough, Desiree regained her composure, “wouldn’t you be more comfortable if we just… took off a few layers?”\n\n\r \nRaymond turned his back and said, “You don’t have any layers.”\n\n\r \nYes, finally an opening!\n\n\r \n“Oh, I think you’ll find I do.” Said, Desiree, as she brought out the Big Guns.\n\n\r \nRaymond turned around just in time for the big reveal. Desiree’s D-Cup boobs rolled out from her shirt, which was quickly thrown over the couch. Large, perky and tan from years of getting into music festivals for free, she’d never known a man to want anything else once he’d laid eyes on the Big Guns.\n\n\r \n Raymond looked at them just a moment, then his eyes flitted back up to Desiree’s eyes with a look of careful confusion, “What are you doing?”\n\n\r \nDesiree stalked over to him, putting an arm on each shoulder, “What do you want me to do, little man?”\n\n\r \n“I thought you were studying for the GED?”\n\n\r \n“I think we both know that’s not why you came here tonight.” Okay, now it was getting annoying. What is wrong with this guy?\n\n\r \n“So you lied to me?”\n\n\r \n“Think of it more like a… surprise.” Desiree tried not to let the edge into her voice, but instead cupped a breast and massaged it, moaning in a way that had once got her backstage to see Ratt Bukkatt. There were men who had jumped her right then and there when she tried that, even in the grimiest nightclub bathrooms.\n\n\r \nInstead Raymond just kept his big, blue eyes steady, empty yet full, confused yet knowing, distant yet… something else Desiree couldn’t place.\n\n\r \n“It’s very important for you to be desired, isn’t it?”\r \nOf all the places Desiree had meant Raymond to touch tonight, that wasn’t one of them.\n\n\r \n“Please don’t cry.” It was almost a whisper."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A gorgon and an eldritch being want you to decide who’s prettier. Since looking either would spell doom, you decide to get…hands on with your assessment | [
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"content": "Alice glanced at the narrator, her face concerned, he eyed the two and looked back at her, giving a confident reassuring thumbs up.\r \nAlice reached out, eyes tight, stepping forward, inching into the unknown.\r \n“Little closer dear.”\r \nAlice bit her lip, feeling heat against her palm. There was a shifting on the floor all around her, she turned her head managing to keep her eyes shut and in the distraction flesh pressed into her palm. She flinched away then, steeling herself, touched it again. Smooth, soft, a breast. She quickly shifted her hand upward but another came down, guiding her fingers back down.\r \nThere was a voice, smooth as smoke, confident, loud and seemingly all around her.\r \n“Don’t be shy dear… I want an accurate test.”\r \nAlice felt her cheeks warm and followed the womans hand down over the… fucking perfect curve of her breast. Her skin taught and smooth against Alice’s palm. She squeezed, a need growing inside her to throw herself forward. She felt heat around her, radiating onto her skin around her thighs and waist, something close, a heartbeat deep and powerful echoing around her body.\r \n\r \nT̴̺̲̱̀a̶̩̩̐k̵̨̀́͒̽ë̷̘́̄͑͌ ̶̣͉͑͛̀y̷̩̮͚̾̂͝o̴̢̭̻͂̓̚ű̷̞̤̆͘ͅṙ̵̲͍ ̸̼̤̺̓̚b̶̜̳͎̍̈̕l̷͓͇̬̣͑͊̒ơ̸̢̰̰ò̵͎̱̺͐̈̈́d̷̟͉͎͖́͌͌͝ẏ̷̗̾̑ ̸̨͚̮̠͒̑̅t̶͍̥̮̜̓i̸̲̝̩̱̕m̴̝̽e̸͙̹̙̞̿ ̷̫̅w̶͎̜͈͊̋h̵̞̟͛̕͜͝y̴̖̠̹̓̽̄̈́ ̸̛͍̐̀d̴́ͅo̴͎̫͂͗n̵̦͓͎̑'̶̮̞͕͋͒̔̂t̵͖̩̞̝͛̇ ̶̥̮͍̂ͅy̷̥̒̇̈o̷̯̹̲̹̎̒u̵͇͐̀!̸̧̛̤͎͔͐̈́̚\r \n\r \nAlice froze.\r \n“Wait your turn! Don’t worry about that dear.”\r \nShe nodded, feeling silly that she still bit her lip but as her hand cupped the breast she took a gasp and was back to what must have looked like a silly face. Her other hand rose, feeling a waist, she reluctantly lowered her hands, knowing there were other… places, that probably felt just as good.\r \n“We’re going down are we?” asked the smooth voice.\r \n“I’m sorry…”\r \n“Quite fine dear.”\r \nAlice thought she should be respectful and start heading up but… her hands lingered down the smooth waist, fingers tracing a navel. She lingered down lower, the smooth outer hip becoming scales and curling sharply off to the right…\r \n“What?”\r \nFlesh met her skin, pressing hard around her legs and waist, coiling tight and forcing Alice to remain upright and still. Her body wrapped in thick bands as thick and strong as a thigh. Her hands snapped to them, feeling the scales and strong muscle beneath, her finger lingered on one scale, tracing out a diamond.\r \n“A little fear is exciting, isn’t it.”\r \nAlice felt the heat around her waist spread between her thighs, she quickly nodded.\r \n\r \nA̷̖̱̍̿̆ņ̷̾d̵͚̞͉̃ ̵̧̺̝͕̑ň̴̡̻̝o̸̧̹̊̌̕͠w̴͉̦͖͠ ̸̨̤̬͐y̸̤͚̥̓̈́̒̐ọ̶̗̫̀͐̌́ú̵̗͔̍’̷͉̠̀͆r̴̥̭̺̅é̴̟̮̺͆ ̸̟̠̏̋͋̔g̸̨̝̰͇̎́r̷͉̯̪̫̿ö̶̰́̾̑p̸̱͇͔̫̓̈́͗ȉ̵̡̯͓͂̀̚͜n̷̡̥̽̕g̷͎̠͗͜ ̸͔͎̺͌̎h̶̻͔͈͈͑̒e̷̡̛̘̮̚r̵̘͈̂̾!̶̘̥̌̓͝͝\r \n\r \n“It’s not cheating!”\r \nAlice’s hand returned to the woman’s hips, rising up slowly.\r \n“Awww… I thought we were going to have some fun.”\r \nAlice wanted to… she needed to check something first, a fear nagging at the back of her mind. Her hands rose up past… pausing, lingered on those breasts but she shook her head and continued over collarbones and the sides of a slender neck. She heard a hiss, many hisses, she paused.\r \n“They won't bite.”\r \nShe carefully rose, feeling the gentle taps of cool against her fingers, the occasional tiny flicking tongue. Her jaw was sharp and angled, her fingers tracing along, relief washing over her at the feel of lips and no giant terrifying fangs, just smooth succulent lips. She stroked lightly up the sides of the face that… Jesus she was tall. There were the occasional thick rope of hair but the woman's face felt normal and pleasant. Her finger tracing down over her nose. The skin left her and she felt a quick peck of wet lips to her fingertip.\r \n“Am I beautiful dear?”\r \nAlice nodded quickly.\r \nHer hands were batted away and she felt a rush of air and a threatening presence just beyond her face. Eyes tight, coils tighter she froze.\r \n“Say it!”\r \n“Yes! Very beautiful, just… fucking amazing breasts!” said Alice.\r \nThe coils eased as a light humm sounded.\r \n“And?”\r \n“Lips, beautiful, your skin is amazing and… I don’t know what this is.” she said, pointing downward. “But, i think.” there was a hiss. “Know! I know I like it.”\r \n“Hrmmm… go on then, try the other.”\r \nAlice stumbled, suddenly free as a loud shifting on the floor sounded.\r \nShe stepped slowly, tentatively forward but felt nothing, no clues to the right direction.\r \nShe felt a warmth, like muted sunlight through a blind, she shuffled her feet slowly toward it.\r \n“I don’t feel you.”\r \n\r \nC̴̡̣̝̩͛͛ơ̸̬͔̓͐̇m̸͓̂e̴̬̪̪̬̾ ̸̱͎̦͌͑͗c̷̫̅̐l̵̥͉̓̈́ö̷͈̪̺̫́̆͘ș̶̒̈́̄ě̷̯̘̐͂͘ȑ̸̜̈́ ̴̩͐̽́ť̵̠̪̟̞̎̆h̸͇̮̭͉͝e̶̠̭͉̻͌͆̽͐ṉ̵̡̒̄…\r \n\r \nShe step-… she felt nothing beneath her feet, her arms light like she was submerged in water.\r \nShe reached out with her left hand as far as she could, her hands feeling the growing warmth rising up her fingertips, it was them. Old and familiar yet young, like a freshly made cup of tea that had been made a thousand times before. Her fingers waved back and forth, feeling more sensation as her hand swept through the warm cosy memory. \r \nFingers, dozens of them pulling through light. Dozens more… the sensations slipping across the spectrum to the crisp warmth of sheets from the dryer to the warmth of another's skin. Thousands of fingers, sliding through slick and wet, goosebumps and a breeze, so many sensations, she barely even remembered the rest of her body existed. She didn’t know where her hand was or where it should be.\r \nHer nerves felt like they were thrown into a power socket. Electric and memory and emotion.\r \nThere were familiar ones like slick fingers running over a wet clit, and things that she could not hope to describe. \r \nIt was pleasure in all it’s forms.\r \nIt was pleasure.\r \nAlice’s eyes flicked open.\r \n\r \nThe narrator ran down a line of chalk. “That’s 5, nill.”\r \nThe gorgon folded her arms and gave an angry flick of her tail.\r \n\r \nClaire stepped forward, glancing back at the narrator, her face unsure.\r \nHe gave her a confident thumbs up."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her mischievous slime girl BFF had just learned about her pregnancy kink and her consensual non-consent kink. It was only a matter of time now, she wasn't sure if she was more nervous... or horny. | [
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"content": "Chloe closed and locked the door, glad to finally be home.\r \n“Hello house, I’m home!”\r \nShe stepped inside her small, albeit cosy apartment. She dropped the bags on the kitchen counter and paused. Hairs prickling on her neck like she was being watched. She glanced around the small dimly lit space, illuminated by a warm kitchen light and a glow by her front door. The air didn’t have the empty chill, there was a humidity and life to it, like it still held the breath and memory of a recent occupant.\r \n“Hello?” she said, apparently asking her apartment who else was in it.\r \nIt sat silent, ghosting her in its non-response.\r \nShe stepped out into the gloom, hand reaching to the wall for a light switch but only feeling smooth plasterboard where a switch was supposed to be but… Her hand recoiled when she realised the wall was warm and wrong.\r \nShe backtracked to the kitchen, toward the light. A watermark began to appear on the roof in the middle of her apartment, like someone had left a tap on upstairs. It followed her to the kitchen, darkening as it spread, running down the walls like black mould. She stared in horror as it spread, spindly veins branching out over her home. It dripped to the floor wherever it grew thick and she moved carefully on shaking legs. Snatching her purse from the counter and stepping back from the consumed kitchen. The only space it seemed to avoid was a shrinking circle around the light.\r \nIt thickened and bloomed out from the cornices, pulsing and groaning, like the bones of her apartment where wailing. It formed painful words.\r \n“What happens when a house is left by itself for too long?” it said.\r \nShe stepped to the hall, eyes locked on the growth. She glanced at the door to see it missing. A wall of flat plasterboard where her front door should be. A breath caught in her throat.\r \n“What happens when it’s abandoned?” \r \n“Thalia if this is you it’s not funny!” said Chloe.\r \n“You left me without so much as a goodbye.”\r \nShe ran along the uninfected wall to the other side of her apartment, wrenching back her curtains. Solid wall sat in place of her windows, her hand pressed to it but it was warm and damp. Her hand sank into it like wet cardboard, turning black and spreading anew.\r \n“One might go crazy when left alone.”\r \nShe backed away as the handprint grew deeper, sinking and dripping down the wall.\r \nHer phone! She backed up to her lounge, the one space free of infection and dumped her purse's contents to the floor. She fell to her knees and flicked away tissues and mascara, the carpet warm against her… her phone wasn’t there! The carpet seemed to heave, swallowing everything that touched it and staining her knees black, she wiped it away but it only spread. Like a leaking pen that only turned into a greater mess the more you tried to fix it.\r \nShe had to get out! The door was gone but there had to be a way out. She backed into the hallway, it grew darker as the walls swallowed what little light remained. She felt the wall, it was warm but melted beneath her fingers. \r \nShe pulled back melting sheets of plasterboard that quickly lost their shape, tearing into it like a gaping wound. She dug deeper and reached into the hole, feeling cool wood on the other side.\r \n“Everyone should feel the pleasure of life inside them.”\r \nShe changed a glance back and saw a wall of black shapes rolling toward her. She screamed, backing up into the hole, pressing herself against the door. The black clung to her, staining her clothes, running slick over her skin.\r \nShe tried to free herself of the clinging fluid. She fell to the ground and pushed it down her legs in a losing battle. It ran up her skirt, warm and wet against her sex.\r \n“It feels like you want it for yourself.”\r \n“No!” she cried, her sex warm and wet with the fear that coursed through her. She slid back on the floor but it wouldn’t let her go, rising up her waist and running through the folds of her sex.\r \n“You want it inside you. You want to be a home… we can be inside each other, never alone again!”\r \nChloe cried out, her legs struggling against cords of black that bound her. The gel that ran down her arms shot out to the walls and bound her in place. She couldn’t close her legs, couldn’t stop it as it forced itself into her.\r \n“You are small… but cosy.” it said.\r \nIt rose up toward her face, forming like lips against her own. Her hips rocked, shaking as it ran over her clit, rolling and coiling, diving deep inside and filling her. Her head fell back, free of the lips as she gasped. It pumped into her sex.\r \n“A happy home is a full one.” the lips said, curling into a smile as they came back down to hers.\r \nHer eyes opened wide with horror, her legs and arms pulling tight as it constantly flowed into her tight sex, running deeper and reaching up into her body. She felt herself swell, her sex throbbing against the constant pulsing pressure.\r \nHer lips pulled away, crying out as a shudder ran down her body.\r \n“You like it… you love it… and now you know how it felt to have you inside me!”\r \nShe moaned up at the lips.\r \n“Say it!”\r \n“No!”\r \nThe pressure built suddenly, her head lolling back as she cried out. A quivering warmth running down her swollen waist to her sex, blooming through her in a shuddering orgasm.\r \n“It’s obvious you like it now, say it or I'll rip it all away as you did me.”\r \n“I… f- fuck! … Love it! Please don't stop!”\r \nIt surged inside her, waist swelling out, her skin growing taught and threatening to burst.\r \n\\*knock knock knock\\* sounded at the door.\r \nThe walls rushed away from her, rising up and taking on their proper colour. Black ran together into the form of a slime girl, the world a confusing shifting of colours and slime. Her loosed legs shot together, sealing it away inside her.\r \nThalia opened the door a crack as Chloe rolled to the side, out of sight.\r \n“Hello?”\r \n“Is everything ok?” said a voice.\r \nChloe slowly rose on shaky legs, braced against the warm wall.\r \n“Everything is fine.” said Thalia.\r \n“I heard some… pretty fucked up shit.”\r \nThalia eyed Chloe when she found her legs and stood. The door opened all the way and she smiled politely at John from next door.\r \n“Oh, you’re back… oh… oohhhh. Maybe not in the hallway?” he said, trying to be delicate.\r \n“Sorry it’s been a while.”\r \n“I’ll fuck off… don’t mind me… um oh! Congratulations! I won’t tell the missus so you can tell her yourself.”\r \nChloe glanced at Thalia who nodded at her swollen womb.\r \n“Yes… Sarah, I’ll check in with her tomorrow.” said Chloe.\r \n“Ok… uh. Fucking off now. Welcome back.” said John, ducking away as the door closed.\r \nChloe's head fell back against the wall.\r \nThe hallway melted with a sigh, the thick false walls falling away to form into 6 other Thalias, all smiling at her. Thalia Prime looked at her sheepishly. “I ate my feelings.”\r \n“I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to say a proper goodbye.”\r \nThalia waved it off. “Welcome home, the house hasn’t been the same without you.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Although she'd be mortified if anyone found out, a busty, popular cheerleader just can't help how much she enjoys hanging out with the school nerd, doing nerdy stuff and fucking like rabbits... | [
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"content": "Decided to bring back some old friends for this prompt! Hope you like it.\n\nPrevious story: https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/t3vsac/wp_it_turns_out_that_the_cool_girl_he_met_gaming/hyxw6zr/\n\n---\n\n***10... 9... 8...***\n\nMandy mashed the A button on her controller, firing burst after burst of energy at the purple-clad dark elf boy on the other end of the stage. Every blast, however, was knocked aside by his sword.\n\n***7... 6... 5...***\n\nToby smirked at Mandy as he tapped the face buttons faster than Mandy could process. The elf-boy knocked three arrows on his bowstring and loosed them all at once at Mandy's space marine character, knocking out 25 HP in a single move.\n\n***4... 3... 2... 1...***\n\nToby's character ran towards Mandy's, and with a single press of the Y button, she was kicked off the screen and into the aether.\n\n***GAME!***\n\n\"Aw, no fair!\" Mandy said, \"You know I suck at fighting games!\" \n\"Don't hate the player.\" Toby said, \"Now, where's that prize we agreed on?\" \nMandy sighed and leaned over on the couch, kissing Toby on the cheek. \n\"I don't think that's quite enough,\" Toby chided. \nMandy groaned and crawled onto Toby's lap, pressing her lips to his and kissing him deeply. Toby placed his hands on either side of her waist, pulling her even closer to him. He slid his hands up her torso, grazing her large breasts with his thumbs. Mandy broke the kiss. \n\"I think that's a little too much,\" Mandy chided. \n\"Hey, I won,\" he said, \"I think I'm entitled to some spoils.\" \n\"You got your spoils for this round. If you want more, you'll have to play me again.\" \n\"Oh, you wanna raise the stakes?\" Toby grinned, \"Alright then. If I win next round, you have to give me one of those amazing titjobs.\" \n\"And if I win, you have to edge yourself in my pussy until I say you can cum.\" \n\"You're on!\" \nMandy returned to her seat and they both picked up their controllers. This time, Mandy picked an oversized fairy in a gold minidress, while Toby picked a muscular werewolf character.\n\n***3... 2... 1... BRAWL!***\n\nToby's wolf charged at Mandy's fairy, but she disappeared in a plume of smoke. The smoke flew over to the other end of the stage, where the fairy reappeared. Toby pressed and held the right trigger, causing a jet of black gas to spray from his werewolf's mouth towards his opponent. Mandy, however, tapped the B button, and the gas started to turn pink as soon as it got close to her character. The fairy flew towards the werewolf, then slapped him with an oversized leaf. Toby twiddled the analog stick on his controller, but the werewolf seemed completely stunned. \n\"By light of sun and fur of calf,\" Mandy sang as she typed in a combo, \"I now reduce your strength by half!\" \nToby finally regained control of his character and slashed at the fairy with its claws, but it only did 5 points of damage. Mandy air dashed away from Toby's character, then tapped the left shoulder button. A purple apple bounced across the stage. Toby jumped to avoid it, but missed the timing and ended up with the apple in his character's mouth. His HP started draining away rapidly as Mandy flew back towards him, spinning around to create a tornado where she stood. Toby's werewolf was launched into the air, losing 20 HP as he bounced off of an elevated platform. He got back on his feet and ran towards Mandy's fairy, slashing at her several times with his claws. Mandy, however, tapped out another combo before dashing up to the next level. Toby pushed the analog stick to the right, but instead of moving to the right and out from beneath the ledge, the werewolf moved left, further in behind the ledge. He pressed the jump button, but ended up crouching instead. \n\"Confused?\" Mandy said, \"Winkle tends to do that.\" \n\"I thought you said you were bad at fighting games.\" \n\"I've been practicing with this character. Maybe she'll be my main.\" \nToby fiddled with his controller, trying to get the werewolf where he wants it but constantly fucking up in one way or another.\n\n***10... 9... 8... 7...***\n\nMandy dropped back down to the lower level of the stage and punched Toby's werewolf several times in succession.\n\n**6... 5... 4... 3...**\n\nA vine wrapped around the werewolf's leg, and the fairy swung him around in circles.\n\n***2... 1...***\n\nMandy let go of the left trigger, launching the werewolf off into the distance.\n\n***GAME!***\n\n\"You bitch, you were holding back!\" Toby whined halfheartedly. \n\"A bet is a bet,\" Mandy said, \"now, shall we adjourn to the bed chamber?\" \nMandy stood up from the couch and took Toby by the hand, leading him into her bedroom. Mandy lifted her skirt up to her waist, giving Toby an eyeful of her ass as she pulled down her panties. She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, putting her bare pussy on display. Toby's cock was now incredibly hard, and felt like it was going to break his zipper. \n\"What are you waiting for?\" she said, \"Get over here and give me what I deserve.\" \nToby undid his belt and dropped his pants, followed by his briefs. His cock stood proud in front of him as he got up onto the bed behind Mandy. He gently pressed his tip to her lips, then slowly slid himself into her. It was a comfortable enough fit; not too tight, not too loose. He grabbed her by the hips and started slowly thrusting into her. \n\"Mm, yeah.\" Mandy said, feeling the head gently brush against her slick walls. \nMandy wriggled her hips, coating Toby's cock in her juices as it rubbed around her circumference. The unfamiliar sensation combined with the sight of Mandy's ass grinding against him made Toby even harder. He began to thrust harder, his balls lightly tapping against her thighs as his cock throbbed inside of her. He felt pressure building inside of himself, and let out a grunt of pleasure. As he started thrusting faster, however, Mandy grabbed him by the wrists, prompting him to stop. \n\"I didn't say you could cum yet,\" she said, \"you need to learn some patience.\" \nMandy kept a hold on Toby's wrists, and he stayed in the exact same spot. The wet, pulsating tunnel called out for him, and his balls still felt tight, but he didn't move an inch until Mandy released her grip. He began to thrust again, this time much more slowly and gently. \n\"That's more like it,\" she said, \"take your time...\" \nMandy moaned softly, savoring every stroke of his rod across her sex. \n\"Mm, yes,\" she said, \"fill me up. Make me feel gooood...\" \nToby started to lose concentration when he heard Mandy's words. His slow pace gradually accelerated as his hands moved further up her torso, finding purchase on her waist as his hips nearly took on a life of their own. \n\"Oh my God, your cock is amazing!\" \nMandy continued to grind herself on Toby's dick, making it pulse inside of her. He let out one grunt, then two. On the third grunt, she grabbed hold of his wrists again. \n\"Aw, did you get carried away?\" Mandy said, \"Remember, you don't get to cum until I say you do.\" \n\"Come on,\" he said, \"it's killing me!\" \n\"You know the rule, ladies' first.\" \nMandy let go of Toby's hands, and he quickly resumed thrusting. This time he was the first to moan as he felt his cock get even stiffer than it had ever been before, swelling up until it was able to rub up against all of her walls at once. Mandy gasped as she felt the swollen rod fill her up. She pushed herself back towards him, driving his cock as deep into her as it could go. The room smelled strongly of sex now as her fluids mixed with his precum, mingling with the smell of their own pheromones to create a pungent aroma that only served to make them even hornier. Mandy grabbed onto the sheets as she bent down further, pushing her swollen clit out just a little past her thighs. She moaned loudly as she felt something rubbing up against it, which she could only assume was Toby's ballsack. She rocked back and forth on her elbows and knees in time with his thrusting as she felt his hands roving across her body. They quickly found their way to her breasts, and she screamed with pleasure as he softly pinched her nipples. \n\"Oh, Toby...\" she said, \"Oh, Toby, oh... oh my God, Toby!\" \nToby struggled to control himself as he heard her saying his name. He could already feel the pressure building again, this time more intense than he had ever imagined. \n\"Mandy, I think... I don't think...\" \nBefore Toby could finish his sentence, Mandy's entire body went rigid. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her mouth turned into an O-shape. Toby felt a warm stickiness coating his cock as Mandy began gasping for breath underneath him. He released his grip on her torso, and she slid off of him as her arms relaxed. Toby stood up, his dick still rock hard and dripping with her cum, and Mandy rolled over onto her back, her breasts heaving with every inhalation. She opened her eyes and looked up at him with a smile. \n\"You... you didn't cum,\" she said, \"I'm impressed.\" \n\"I'll admit, I've... never felt anything like that before,\" he said, \"I feel like if I came now, I could paint your entire body white.\" \n\"Well, I still haven't said you could yet,\" she reminded. \n\"How much longer until I can, then?\" \n\"What do you say we brawl for it? You win, you get to cum.\" \nToby chuckled. \n\"Fine then,\" he said, \"but this time... let's match tiers, okay?\" \nMandy smiled. \n\"Okay.\""
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"content": "Jacob stepped into his bedroom, making sure the door was shut behind him. He dropped his pants onto the floor, freeing his erect member from its cloth prison. He flopped down onto his twin-size bed and began to stroke it, feeling the now-familiar tingle of arousal spread through his crotch. Before he could continue his ministrations, however, he noticed something strange. There was a hole in the wall between the head of his bed and his computer desk. \n\"When did that get there?\" Jacob said, pulling his pants back up as he went to investigate. He looked through the hole and saw blackness on the other side. \n\"That's odd, this wall's supposed to go into the guest room.\" \nJacob took a pencil out of his pocket and poked it into the hole, eraser first. Indeed, the pencil went so far in that it should have come out the other side, yet there was still no sign of the guest room looking through. Only blackness. Jacob's mind began to wander as he continued to examine the hole. He thought about new strategies to try in chess club, about how awful his history teacher was for assigning him such a long report, and about cute girls at school, like Phoebe from Calc II. With her sun-kissed skin, chocolate brown hair, and those short skirts she always wore that gave just the barest glimpse of her tight, round ass--\n\nJacob jumped back in surprise when he heard a squeal from the hole. \n\"What the fuck was that?\" a voice said through the wall, a voice that Jacob recognized as Phoebe's. \nHe took another look at the hole, and instead of the blackness he saw what was unmistakably a butthole staring back at him. He looked back and forth between the pencil and the hole, eyes wide in shock. He gently slid the pencil back into the hole, and heard Phoebe gasp from the other side as it slid in. Jacob pulled the pencil out and tossed it aside. \n*This is impossible!* he thought as he stared at what he could only describe as the magic gloryhole, *But if it is real...* \nJacob reached into his wallet and pulled out a foil wrapper. Shedding his pants again, he ripped the foil open and rolled the condom on over his throbbing erection. Lining his cock up with the hole, he gulped and thrust it in. He instantly felt the ring of flesh clench around him, and he heard Phoebe moaning behind him. \n\"Oh my God!\" she cried. \nJacob felt very strange about this. Phoebe lived on the other side of town, and yet here he was with his dick in her asshole with no idea how this was happening. He pulled himself out of the hole, causing her to moan again. \n\"God, yes!\" she said, \"Keep going!\" \nJacob was confused for a moment. Surely the more rational response would be to run away, scream \"rape\", or do literally anything besides ask for more. But as his tip hovered just outside the hole, he began to wonder why he was complaining, and thrust into the hole again. Phoebe let out a scream of pleasure as he started humping. It felt amazing, like when he would fap with just his index finger and thumb, and Phoebe's ecstatic cries only made him even harder. \n\"I feel so full!\" she moaned, \"This is amazing!\" \nHer breaths grew louder and more frequent, and Jacob's balls were feeling incredibly full. \n\"Oh my God...\" she said, \"I'm... I'm cumming!\" \nPhoebe let out a deep moan, and Jacob pulled his cock out of the wall, taking off the condom and tossing it in the trash. He took a moment to catch his breath, then looked back at the hole. Once again, it appeared to lead to nowhere. \n\"What the hell is this?\" he asked, \"And what else can you do?\" \nQuickly, an idea came to Jacob, and he ran over to the computer on his desk. He opened up his favorite cam website, and pulled up his favorite camgirl, BustyBitchBrenda. Jacob watched intently as the big-titted Asian woman slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a pink bra with red hearts dotted all over the cups. He gave his cock two very slow strokes as Brenda began licking her lips. He spared a glance at the hole in the wall, and saw an identical view through the hole as when Brenda blew kisses at the camera. He turned the monitor to face him as he walked back to the hole. He thrust his dick into the hole, and instantly Brenda was knocked back as she began choking. The chat started lighting up with people asking what just happened, but Brenda's responses came out mumbly and incoherent. Jacob felt her tongue wriggling around his shaft, trying to figure out what was in her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she bent over to type on an offscreen keyboard. \n\"THERE'S A COCK IN MY MOUTH!\" she said into the text chat. \nMessages began pouring in, expressing various forms of incredulity. \n\"NO FUCKING WAY!\" \n\"You've got to be shitting me!\" \n\"I didn't come here for weird roleplay.\" \n\"I swear, it's real,\" she typed, \"and it feels amazing.\" \nJacob began to thrust in and out of the wall, and Brenda started making strange noises with her mouth as her eyes fluttered shut. He could feel her tongue beginning to move, spiraling up to his tip as her lips worked the base. His cock twitched, and Brenda rubbed her throat for a few seconds before reaching around to her back, shedding the pretty bra. Her D-cup tits hung gracefully from her chest, and the sight made Jacob's cock swell up even more in her mouth. \n\"It feels so good, you guys,\" she typed, \"I think I should start giving head more often on stream. What do you think?\" \nJacob was already close to the edge from his time with Phoebe, and seeing how much Brenda loved his cock--*HIS COCK!*--was more arousing than he could've ever imagined. He groaned as he felt the pressure in his dick finally release, filling Brenda's mouth with his load. He let the tongue lick him clean before pulling out from the wall. He turned to the screen and saw white fluid dripping from the corner of Brenda's mouth. \n\"How the fuck did she do that?!\" \n\"I thought that was all just a show!\" \n\"There's no way she could've pumped that much fake cum into her mouth without us seeing anything.\" \n\"Did she actually just blow a phantom cock?\" \n\"This just got a million times hotter, oh my God.\" \nBrenda smiled at the camera, and Jacob closed the window. \n\"I just fucked Phoebe Carmichael's ass *and* got blown by BustyBitchBrenda!\" he whispered, \"This is the greatest day of my life!\" \nJacob bent down to look at the magic gloryhole again. Once again, there was nothing on the other side but blackness. \n\"At least, the greatest day of my life so far.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Girls on campus are practically buzzing with the news that one of their fellows students has energizing cum... | [
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"content": "\"Hey, Alicia,\" I say.\n\n\r\"Yeah?\" she says. She's lying on her back reading a huge book. I have no idea how she does it; I'd be terrified of dropping the book on my face.\n\n\r\"Could you do me a favor and, um, go to the library for a few hours?\" \n\n\r\"No! Really?\" she says, sitting up. \"Who is he? Finals are only two weeks away!\"\n\n\r\"Have you heard about Josh?\"\n\n\r\"Which Josh? There's chess Josh, Josh with the weed, Josh with all the girlfriends, boring Josh, and probably like ten others.\"\n\n\r\"Josh from room 249,\" I say, blushing.\n\n\r\"Other boring Josh,\" she says, frowning. \"I mean, I guess you could call him cute, but... why? I could tell you five other guys who are hotter than him, and they're probably better in bed, too. I'm not going to yuck your yum, but, um, you deserve better.\"\n\n\r\"Well, it's not actually like that,\" I say. \"You heard about Kim, right?\" \r\n\n\"She was going to drop out, right?\" says Alicia.\r\n\n\"Did you hear what happened to her?\" \r\n\n\"I heard she changed her mind,\" says Alicia. \"What of it?\"\r\n\n\"Well, she told me that Josh's ex Brittany said that--um--his cum helped her work out,\" I say, blushing.\r\n\n\"What?\" says Alicia.\r\n\n\"That's what Kim said Brittany said. She said Brittany called it 'Josh's energy drink.' She said that after sucking him off just once, she could do a step class every day on top of her Round and all her classes.\"\r\n\n\"That sounds like just the kind of rumor boring-looking guys like Josh would start,\" she says. \n\n\"But Brittany works out, like, all day long, and I've been wondering how she does it.\"\r\n\n\"That's what Kim said she thought too. But she said she was really desperate. You know she already quit her job, and she was failing most of her classes. She was going to lose her scholarship.\"\r\n\n\"I didn't know that,\" says Alicia.\r\n\n\"So she was willing to try almost anything, right? She even tried Adderall she bought off Mike, and it didn't help. So as a last resort, she tried sucking off Josh.\"\r\n\n\"And?\"\r\n\n\"She said it was like magic. She said that suddenly she could sleep again. She said she could study, she could work out, she got extra tutoring, and now she's almost made up for what she missed earlier in the semester for all her courses.\"\r\n\n\"So what are you thinking?\"\r\n\n\"Well, you know I've been struggling,\" I say.\r\n\n\"Yeah.\" \r\n\n\"So I was thinking, I'd kind of like to give it a try,\" I say, blushing.\r\n\n\"Well, I'm not going to tell you what to do,\" says Alicia. \"But I still think it sounds like a rumor a desperate guy would start. So I'm not going to the library. I'm going to Kayla's room. If it starts going bad, you can pound on the wall, you can yell for me, or you can speed-dial me, and I will be right there.\"\r\n\n\"Thanks,\" I say.\r \n\\*\r \nI knock on room 249. A fairly scary-looking, tall, muscular boy answers. \r\n\n\"Yeah?\" he drawls.\r\n\n\"Can I talk to Josh?\" I say. \"I need some help with my calculus,\" I say. Kim told me to say that.\r\n\n\"Yeah, Josh is good at calculus,\" the boy sneers. \"Josh!\" he yells. \"Some chick wants help with her calculus.\"\r\n\n\"Calculus?\" says Josh. He's a nondescript boy, just a little chubby, pale, with dark wavy hair and brown eyes. He's not at all ugly, but there are a lot of guys who are a lot hotter than he is. He looks confused for just a second.\r\n\n\"Kim said you were good at calculus,\" I repeated. His eyes grew round. \"Oh! right. Yeah, I'll help you.\"\r \n\\*\r \nWe got to my room. \"Come in,\" I said. Josh looked a bit confused at seeing the Christmas lights around the ceiling and the puppies above Alicia's bed. I shut the door behind him. \r \n\r \n“I didn’t really help Kim with calculus,” he says. \r \n\r \n“I know. But I still want to try what she did,” I say, guiding him towards my bed.\r \n\r \n“You want to give me a blowjob?” he says.\r \n\r \n“Yeah,” I say. “Are you OK with that?”\r \n\r \nHe blushes. “Yes.”\r \n\r \n“OK. Lower your pants.”\r \n\r \nHe unbuckles his jeans and lowers his loose jeans and boxers. I push him down so he’s seated on the bed, and he doesn’t resist.\r \n\r \nI kneel down on the runner beside my bed, between his legs. His cock is small and pale, and his pubic hair is completely untrimmed. I carefully take the tip into my mouth and start to suck. He yelps, but his cock starts hardening in my mouth. Soon I feel myself almost starting to gag, and I take his cock out of my mouth.\r \n\r \nIt’s completely different than it was. It’s still pale, but it’s huge: long, thick, smooth, and somehow handsome. I lick up and down its length before again taking the soft head in my mouth, and I wrap my hands around the shaft too. I slowly start bobbing up and down, working my lips up and down the shaft, and Josh moans. His cock feels thick in my mouth, thick and meaty, and it’s hard for me to keep my mouth open this wide, but Josh is breathing deep, and kind of quivering all over, so I can tell how much he’s into it. I keep going up and down.\r \n\r \n“Yeah, that’s so good,” he mutters. I keep on going up and down, and he’s making weird desperate little noises that I somehow love. His cock has gotten much harder now, but the skin is still warm and soft, and the head is still soft as it rubs against my tongue and hits my throat every time I go all the way down. He breathes roughly.\r \n\r \n“Damn, that’s so good,” he whispers. My mouth makes weird slurping gagging sounds as I reposition and then go deep again. My jaw is definitely getting tired, and I can’t take much more of this, but I’m still enjoying the way Josh’s soft body is quivering for me, the weird little gasps he’s making, and the softness of the skin. I keep working up and down, a little faster now.\r \n\r \n“I’m gonna cum,” he whispers. I don’t stop. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Ahh!” He moans, and suddenly his cock is throbbing in my hand and my mouth, pulsing and pulsing, filling my mouth with semen. I swallow. His cock keeps pulsing, and I swallow again and again. \r \n\r \nFinally, the pulsing dies down, and I can feel Josh’s body—and cock—soften. I swallow the last drops of semen and stand up. I’ve been kneeling so long my legs feel weird. Josh stands up and pulls up his pants and boxers.\r \n\r \n“Thanks for that,” he says.\r \n\r \n“Well, if it does to me what it did to Kim, I should be thanking you,” I say.\r \n\r \nHe blushes and can’t quite look me in the eye. “Well, I hope it works for you,” he says. “And if it does, I can—er—help you with calculus any time.”\r \n\r \nIt’s my turn to blush and look aside. “I’ll let you know,” I say as I open the door.\r \n\r \n\\*\r \n\r \nI wash my hands, then text Alicia. “You can come back now.”\r \n\r \nAlicia walks in as I’m packing up my backpack. “Why did you text me? You literally could have yelled through the wall. You know how thin it is.”\r \n\r \n“I hate yelling through the wall,” I say as I cram another notebook in my backpack.\r \n\r \n“Well, how was it? Do you think it worked?”\r \n\r \n“It wasn’t bad,” I say. “I don’t know if it worked, but I’m going to the library. I’ve got tests to study for and papers to write.” I sling my backpack over my shoulders.\r \n\r \n“Good luck,” says Alicia as I leave."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Frustrated that people weren't being quiet, the library began employing doms to police noise levels. Things go from 0 to kinky almost over night | [
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"content": "Part 1\n\n\"I just don't know what to do\" Rose says as she speaks to Zack as he ties her up. \"I just can't get people to be quiet in the library and it's like no one care about the proper behaviour expected in a libra...\" Rose gasps as the ropes are tighten. Zack looks at her \"Well you just have a tighter grip on your rules to make people behave the way you want them too\". \n\nRose thinks for a second then looks at Zack with wide eyes \"You could help me. You said you were looking for something to do in your spare time\". Zack holds up a ball gag \"You sure you said most of the people who visit your library are young woman\". Rose smiles \"I don't think they'll mind seeing your sexy bod\". \n\nZack rolls his eyes and slides the ball gag into her mouth \"I'll think about it\". Rose takes the gag in her mouth then is pushed onto the bed face down. After a rough session of spanking and fucking, Zack looks at Rose \"Fine I'll do it, but only if I can set up my own rules\". He removes her ball gag and she smiles \"Anything you want\". She nuzzles up to him. \n\nA few days later, he come to the library with a stack of papers and a bondage image stamp that he hands to Rose. Rose looks at the top page and realizes that these are release forms saying that the rules will be enforced by him. The punishments are listen and reading through them causes her to blush \"Are you sure this is really necessary?\". \n\nZack looks at her and smirks \"Completely and it might being in more revenue\". Rose looks at the paper again \"Well it is an adult only library so we might be able to get away with this\". Zack caresses her cheek softly \"Good you start getting people signed up while I set up the backroom...oh and make sure to stamp their cards with the stamp I got you\". Rose blushes and nods loving being useful to Zack. \n\nThroughout the day, Zack moves and sets stuff up in one of the conference room at the back of the library. Nearing the end of the day, Rose walk in with the signed paperwork and looks at all the bondage equipment in the room a bit nervous \"Here's the paperwork\". \n\nZack looks through the paperwork \"And you stamped all the cards?\". She nods and runs her fingers over the new equipment \"Is all this new?\". Zack smirk \"Yeah bought it just the other day. Want to try something?\". Rose blush and eyes the X-stand \"Ummm...well it wouldn't be right to not test it for safety reasons?\". \n\nZack goes and locks the front door flipping the open sign to closed. He comes back to see Rose naked on her hands and knees. He smiles \"Someone is eager\". Rose blush then Zack leads her to the X-stand and gets her strapped in with her back facing him. \n\nHe goes to the table where all his whips, paddles and toys are. He picks up a flogger and walks back over to her \"So how many people did you get signed up today?\". Rose gulps \"25\". He smirks and starts whipping her across the ass. She squirms and tugs whimpering with each lash of the flogger. \n\nAfter all the 25 lashings, she's dripping wet. He rubs her clit making her shiver. He moves her a pillory locking her in it. He pulls out his cock and begins to rub the tip against her pussy. She shivers then moans as he thrusts into her. His thrusts are rhythmic alternating between deep and shallow. \n\nRose enjoys the teasing of the shallow thrusts and bites her lips to prevent herself from screaming. Zack smirk and slaps her ass playfully. The way his cock moves in her rubbing all her sweet spots to the roughness of the slaps across her ass causes her to orgasm multiple times. \n\nZack finally finishes in her and pulls out. He unlocks the pillory and lets her out. She leans against him and he helps her clean herself up. The only thought going through her mind is how much fun the new rules are going to be. \n\n(To be continued)"
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"content": "*Ring ring! Ring ring!*\n\n\"Hey, uh, welcome to the Kemono Pizzeria team. Thought I'd give you a call with a quick rundown with what you need to know. It's a pretty quiet job, but I wanted to give you a heads up about the animatronics. You see, Neko-chan and her friends are actually old, reprogrammed sexbots, and if they're turned off and on too often, their AI gets a little scrambled and that old programming fires up. There was that incident back in 2087 where they did some really inappropriate stuff at a birthday party, so, yeah, it's pretty important to leave them running at night. So if you see Neko, Usagi, and Kitsu wandering around on the cameras, don't freak out, that's totally normal.\n\n\"There *is* one tiny little issue, which is that if they wander into your office in sexbot mode, they'll assume you're one of their customers. As sexbots, they don't have a very good understanding of consent, so they won't take no for an answer. So they'll probably force themselves on you until you're completely milked dry, and... oh, sorry, I mixed up your file with the last guy we hired. You're a woman. In that case, they probably won't stop until the system resets at 6 AM. So, uh, try not to let that happen! If one of them comes too close, just lock the doors until they go away. Try to conserve power for when you need it.\"\n\n*Click.*\n\nMia stared at the phone. \"What the hell kind of message is that?\"\n\nIt was bad enough that the hiring manager hadn't even bothered to meet her in person, but he had waited until she showed up to spring this ridiculous warning about rogue sexbots wandering the pizzeria at night? What, did he think that she was so desperate for cash that she'd deal with crazy robots for minimum wage?\n\n...well, he was right. She was that desperate.\n\nShe glanced at the security cameras. Neko-chan, the store's catgirl mascot, had vanished from the stage when she wasn't looking. A T-shirt with the \"Kemono Pizzeria\" logo lay discarded on the ground.\n\nAnother camera showed the catgirl, now half-naked, aimlessly wandering around the dining room tables. Suddenly, she stopped, and turned until she was staring directly at the security cameras. Neko-chan playfully pawed at the air and winked, then went back to her wandering.\n\nMia shuddered nervously. \"Do they know I'm here?\"\n\nShe watched the catgirl saunter around the darkened pizzeria for a while, occasionally pouncing playfully onto a table or striking a pose that showed off her body. One time she started heading down the hallway to the security room, and Mia quickly locked the door, but after some catlike scratching at the door, Neko-chan returned to her wandering. With a sigh of relief, Mia unlocked the door.\n\nRemembering that there were two other animatronics to worry about, Mia hurriedly flipped to the other cameras, just in time to catch Kitsu-chan the foxgirl stepping off the stage. Kitsu flashed a peace sign at the camera, then began to slowly remove her clothing. Her colorful purple skirt fluttered to the floor, revealing the plain white underwear underneath, and then she jerked two fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled it down around her ankles. The fox-girl's fluffy tail flicked between her legs, covering her nudity but at the same time drawing attention to it. She began to pull the shirt off next, shaking her hips as she went.\n\n\"You like what you see?\"\n\nMia screamed in surprise. That voice had come from *right behind her.*\n\nShe turned around slowly to see Neko looking over her shoulder, leaning forwards, hands behind her back, smiling like the proverbial cat that caught the canary. The catgirl's eyes were bright blue and unnaturally large and round, like an anime character come to life. Her face and head had tufts of hair around her ears to suggest a cat's fur, but her naked body was as smooth and hairless as plastic could be, with perky, spherical breasts that bounced with surprising realism as the catgirl moved.\n\n\"Well? Want to get a closer look at Kitsu-chan's body? I'm sure she'd be happy to give you a private show.\"\n\n\"Um, ah... no? I'm not really into girls...\" Mia said nervously. She twisted around in her chair to face the catgirl. \"In fact, I really don't want anything from any of you, so if you could, uh, just go away and...\"\n\n\"Not into girls, hmm? You were staring at her for an awful long time. I was standing behind you for a good fifteen minutes.\"\n\nThe catgirl leaned forwards, placing her hands on Mia's knees. \"I wonder, if I pulled your pants down, how wet would you be right now?\"\n\n\"Please don't...\"\n\nMia raised her hands defensively, which did absolutely nothing when Neko suddenly *pounced*, launching forwards with a faint whirr of servos and tackling her out of the chair. She landed on her back on the carpet, with the catgirl on top, pinning her arms to the ground. The grip was soft but unyielding - the catgirl's plastic \"skin\" was comfortable to the touch, but the steel endoskeleton underneath was shockingly strong. \"Get off me!\"\n\n\"Ooh, you're a feisty little kitty. Some people like to try and fight back. Well, that's fun too.\" Neko calmly removed the guard's belt and used it to tie her wrists behind her back. \"There, now you can struggle a bit, but you can't get away.\"\n\nThe catgirl finished pulling down Mia's pants, running her hands along the bare thighs, and then lowered her head to look at the woman's panties, where she could see a visible damp spot. \"Yep, someone's getting excited. You've never done something like this before, but I bet you want to find out...\"\n\nThe catgirl lowered herself on top of Mia's body, purring as one hand slid under the woman's shirt. The other hand pulled Mia's panties down and began exploring her crotch.\n\n\"N-no... I don't... *ooohhh...*\" A moan escaped her lips as the catgirl's fingers suddenly dipped inside her. \"Get your hands... *ah!\"* Another squeeze on her breasts interrupted her protests. With expert precision, the catgirl robot toyed with her sensitive areas, her arousal building until every touch made her gasp with pleasure. Mia squirmed against her captor's body, no longer trying to escape, just trying to get the release she craved.\n\nA final touch against her clit drove her over the edge, moaning in pleasure as Neko's hand rubbed against her crotch. She lay back on the carpet, gasping for breath as the orgasm subsided. The clock on the desk showed *4:00.*\n\n\"Oh, no...\"\n\n\"Yep, still two hours to go before the next reset. Plenty of time to play with you.\" Her mechanical captor stood up. \"I'll get the other girls, show you what we can *really* do.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The university finally started to enforce its prohibition on masturbation in the showers, citing the high cost of removing semen congealed in the drains and directing students to masturbate in their rooms instead. Problem is, my roommate is always around. What's a horny boy to do? | [
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"content": "My boxers are standing so far off my hips I could fit a textbook in there. Who knows? Maybe dropping Integral Calculus on my dick would feel better than waiting around for a little privacy.\n\nBen’s not even here at the moment. But I know he’s just rinsing off. I keep imagining the door opening on me, Ben catching a very compromising glimpse of me, and I can’t bring myself to finish.\n\nNo, I did *not* keep jacking off in the showers, like everyone else. Because I’m not an asshole. And neither is Ben, but still… Maybe he’s doing it anyway. Maybe he’s in some private, steamy little stall, the sound covering up his quick breathing, ignoring the rules but at least getting to—\n\nMy hand’s drifted into the textbook slot of its own accord. And then the door opens.\n\nMy fingers fly to the arm of the chair and I give it a scoot on the linoleum, angling it just a bit away from the door. Very, very natural. Great job. Maybe he won’t even notice the stoplight glow on my cheeks.\n\n“S-sorry,” Ben says, sounding a little strangled.\n\nThe weird tone makes me glance around. He’s dripping wet, towel half-heartedly across his hips, and— I was wrong. He’s not getting off in the showers anymore either. The red stripes make the tent even more obvious, if his pink cheeks didn’t already give it away.\n\nHe lowers himself gingerly to his bed, and we sit there. Like two dumbasses. The sunlight’s dim outside the window; it’s really about time to turn the light on, but neither of us do.\n\n“I’m, uh. Gonna change,” I say, and he obligingly lays back and stares at the ceiling instead of me. I feel like an idiot as I scoot over to my closet, trying to face away from him the whole time, and true to character I catch a toe on the bed and fall right onto the iron bunk ladder.\n\n“*Fuck!*” The stubbed toe was enough, but the ladder caught me in the shoulder, the elbow, and—just a little, but that’s more than enough— the dick.\n\n“Shit! You okay?” I hear Ben jump up and clap a hand on my shoulder. I’m squeezing the ladder for dear life while my blood pounds through future bruises, breath hissing between my teeth.\n\nHe stays there, though, and the fire subsides.\n\n“Yeah,” I manage at last, turning to squint at him.\n\nHis towel’s still on the bed.\n\nHe jumped up too fast to keep it on. My eyes drift down to his clean, wet hips.\n\nAnd because my brain is an empty takeout container right now, I say, “Wow.”\n\nHe starts a bit, like he’s just realized— not sure how true that is. His hand’s still on my shoulder.\n\n“Sorry. Should I…” he mutters, jerking his head towards the towel.\n\nHe’s not moving. He’s waiting for me to answer, standing there in the meantime as naked as a Greek sculpture. I don’t say a word. I just let my hand float over to his bare ass.\n\nAnd it’s like something activates, like one of those machines that switches on with a low hum and starts rising and rising. Ben seizes my waistband and shoves it down, and if I lost any of my hard-on to the ladder it’s come back swinging. He’s tugging me backwards to the bed, and it’s all I can do to kick the boxers off the rest of the way before we fall onto his bed.\n\nThe wet towel’s sprawled beneath our legs as I reach down and take hold of him. His dick moves under my hand, velvety and brick-hard at once, and I have no idea how I never noticed how fucking glorious it is. The tip just about reaches my navel as I press him into the bed with my chest.\n\nHe makes a sound I only ever heard when he was still dating Vanessa, when I’d put my hand on the doorknob before I felt the sock wrapped around it. It sounds so much better, moaned right in my ear instead of through a plywood door.\n\n“Fuck,” he grunts, and pushes up, pressing me against the wall. “Don’t get me off just yet.”\n\nMy heart does a leap as I realize what that means. This isn’t just about quick relief. He wants more of this.\n\nAnd so do I.\n\nHis hand is splayed against my chest, pinning me to the beige drywall, and his lips slip onto me. I give a yelp that the room on the other side of the wall definitely hears. His mouth is so perfectly tight around me, his tongue shaping and pressing itself around my head, like I’m sinking into him.\n\nMy fingers curl into his back, and trace down, all the way down to his ass. He bikes to class, and I can’t keep my fingers from sinking into that firm, smooth muscle.\n\nHe lets me slip out of his mouth long enough to say, “I got something left over from Vanessa.”\n\n“Huh?” I pant, but he’s digging under his bed, butt up in the air, which I can’t keep my eyes off.\n\n“Here.” He tosses a bottle of lube onto the bed. “Since you were thinking about it.”\n\nA jolt shocks through me. I’ve never once tried this, not even with a girlfriend.\n\n“I wasn’t…” Well. The truth was, I was just starting to think about it. Just a little.\n\n“You want it?” He’s lying on his stomach now. I think he’s digging his knees into it a bit, so his ass is higher in the air.\n\nI pick up the bottle. “I don’t know how to, uh…”\n\n“On you first.” He opens it, and gives a generous dose to me, maybe using one more stroke of his hand than strictly necessary. “Now give me some.”\n\nI take a bit in my hand. It’s full dark now, so I just see it shining a little on my fingers. I nudge them between his cheeks and caress, leaving him slippery and utterly melted in bliss.\n\nWith effort, I spread my fingers a bit, parting him. I can’t see much, even wriggling them around.\n\n“You’re teasing me,” he laughs softly.\n\n“Sorry.” I smile, and then stretch out over him, chest pushing into his shoulders.\n\nWith my hand, I slip the tip of my cock into place. I take a deep breath, lay my forehead on his shower-damp temple, and push myself inside.\n\nHe’s so lubed and so ready that I’m halfway in in one thrust, and his gasp is as loud as a shout.\n\n“Slow,” he breathes. “That was… amazing. But slow.”\n\nI press my face into the bed, right next to his, and try to slow down. He’s tight, and warm, and I can feel every inch of him around my dick. He presses his cheekbone to mine.\n\nWith one last push, I’m completely enveloped, my belly pressing against him. He turns his face an inch towards mine.\n\n“Faster now,” he whispers.\n\nI gladly oblige. I stay deep, giving him quick, strong pulses, feeling my own dick stretching him wide, loving the inside of his body.\n\nHis breath is quickening, turning into panting, warm and sweet on my cheek. I turn a little toward it, and suddenly his lips are on mine.\n\nThey’re soft, hot as a sauna, slippery-sweet. How have I lived so close to these lips and never done this? I slip my tongue between them and he pulls it in, inviting me inside him twice over, whimpering against me.\n\n*I could stay right here forever,* I think, and that’s when the bubbling heat inside me spills over.\n\nHe feels it, barely takes a hand to his own cock before he’s going too, his mouth open and moaning against mine as my fingers clench down on his shoulder.\n\nI let the wave slowly ebb, slide back out to sea. My weight shifts, relaxing, creaking the bed. He writhes out from under me, my dick slipping from him dripping wet, and rolls to face me.\n\n“You’re fucking good,” he murmurs.\n\nI want to grin, but I barely have the energy. Instead I just add, “I’ll be even better next time.”\n\nHis eyes widen, and I can see the grin blaze on his face for just a moment in the dark. Then he drapes an arm lightly over my side, and gradually, his eyes close, his body growing slack.\n\nThe showers, I think triumphantly as I drift into sleep too, will be safe from us.\n\n\\--\n\n*Thanks for reading.*\n\n*Constructive criticism is my fetish.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "We found something in those ruins... Something very old, wonderful and terrible... And then it followed us home" | [
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"content": "The man shuffled his feet underneath the table. The old wooden floorboards creaked with every small shift in weight. The windows rattled in their frames as the howling wind and icy rain battered them. The faint hum of gas and flame could be heard from the stove, slowly raising the temperature in the kettle that sat over top of it.\n\n\"That should be ready shortly, I reckon,\" the sheriff nodded towards the kitchen appliance. \"We'll get something warm in our bellies in a moment, but why don't you try collecting your thoughts and telling me just what's brought you here while we wait.\"\n\nThe man was pale as his eyes flitted around the room, looking like they were both trying to escape and ensure that nothing else was present in the same breath. His leg began to shake and he clasped his hands together to stop them from shaking. Drawing a deep breath, he began to speak in a low and conspiratorial voice.\n\n\"You know that I'm in town with the rest of the research team, right? And that we've been excavating those old ruins just on the edge of town?\" He glanced up, getting reassuring nods from the other person in the room. A faint gurgle was heard from the kettle.\n\n\"Well, we... We found something in those ruins. At first, the whole team was elated, like our prayers had been answered and we'd finally hit on something new. You know, something exciting.\" He kept pausing, unsure of what to say or, perhaps, how much he should let on.\n\n\"The Object was round and smooth and black as the night. Blacker, even. It seemed the longer you stared into it, the darker and deeper it got. Some men would have to be reminded to blink once they started gazing, but others managed to keep their composure a bit better. The best I can describe it, it was like an egg. Only, no beast I've seen could lay something that large. Not even close.\"\n\n\"Right, right. The project lead was sending me regular updates, so I know all that already.\" The sheriff stroked his salt and pepper goatee with a mark of agitation. \"But then, well, you know. What I don't get is how an egg could be responsible for what happened to that poor man.\"\n\nThe wind howled, picking up speed and running along the building's contours, shaking and rattling everything it could. The single solitary bulb residing over the meeting swayed and faded slightly. The noise was loud enough to drown out the steady bubbling of the water, but it soon faded back to a small din.\n\n\"Sheriff, it wasn't the egg that got 'em. It was what came out of it.\" The two men's eyes met. One set was crinkled and thin, appraising the other, which itself was wide, white and terrified.\n\n\"We weren't around for the hatching. One night we left and the next morning, when we came back, there was a large fissure through the gap. Looking inside, we saw that the shell's interior was that of a slate-like colour, gray and faded and not nearly so special as the exterior. We went looking for the newborn, but it ultimately came to us.\"\n\nAt this, the sheriff's brow rose. \"You mean, it was actually an egg. Something living came from The Object?\"\n\n\"Yes. I'm surprised you didn't hear from the lead, but then, things happened pretty fast. It actually came to us and, at first, we impossibly thought it was human. That was how it presented itself, you see. On two legs with arms and a head and a torso n' everything. Only, as soon as we shone a light on it we knew it weren't no human. It wasn't just that it looked off, but it kept dripping and shifting and moulding itself back into a humanoid shape.\"\n\nThe sheriff took off his wide-brimmed patrol hat and ran a hand through the wispy, white remains of his hair. In spite of the cold, damp storm raging outside, sweat was gathering on his temples. The water on the stove was rattling in it's confinement now, sloshing with so much energy.\n\n\"I suppose I'd be more surprised if it was a human but, son, I'm going to need you to be more specific. I haven't heard of no liquid-y human animal and it sounds a bit far-fetched to me.\"\n\nThe man took his hands off the table and unconsciously crossed his arms tightly, as if trying to hug and comfort himself. Realizing this, he dropped them into his lap before replying.\n\n\"Most I can say is that it was a mass or a hive of something like centipedes. When you got real close, you could see them all worming and crawling over each other, protecting and insulating the thickest part of the shape. But they grew smarter just watching us move and before our eyes they were taking on more of a human anatomical shape. They somehow managed to figure out our vocal cords and spoke in a broken, crude tongue. Of course, our team was fascinated, enraptured by the creature. Do you want to know what it said?\"\n\n\"I don't think you're really asking, are you?\" Again, their eyes met, but this time their glances were reversed. The sheriff could feel his composure slipping as the man hunkered down, relieving himself of the burden of this forbidden knowledge.\n\n\"It said, 'we must breed.' Not one of us could keep our jaws from dropping, and I think,\" The man's throat bobbed up and down, \"I think it saw that as an invitation.\" At this point, he choked and tears welled up in his eyes. He buried his face in his hands and let out a primal, guttural sob that would forever haunt the sheriff's dreams.\n\nThe lawman started to extend his hand, reaching out to the man to provide some comfort, but the other swatted it away. \"No, don't touch me! You can't! you can't!\"\n\nAnother blast of wind shook the house and elsewhere, something shook loose and shattered on the ground. The tea kettle finally burst, screaming its call and causing both men to jump with the sudden sound. The sheriff stood slowly, walked over and turned off the gas, and poured the kettle's contents into the two mugs on the counter.\n\nHe brought the steaming cups filled with water slowly darkening and changing colour back to the table and placed them down gently. The man glanced at his and tried to reach out, but seeing the tremble of his hand, gave up and stared at the ceiling. He took one deep breath. And then another. After the third, he looked composed enough to speak again.\n\n\"It struck out faster than we could see. It filled the mouth's of three men with it's inky, hundred-legged beings, thrusting in and out. It tore their clothing and entered their anuses. One man's scrotum was sliced open as the bugs ate his testes in front of me. In seconds, they were all consumed in the mass and nothing but their skeletons remained. But that wasn't enough for the creature. It looked like it was thinking or digesting or God knows what. Then it attacked again.\" The man's hand wrapped around the cup and he seemed to draw strength from it's warmth.\n\n\"You have to understand. All of us were frozen in place, trying to wrap our heads around the danger in front of us. Four men faced it's second onslaught, but this time they weren't killed instantly. The creature shaped itself into tubes and rods, molesting them and causing them to groan in pleasure. Only, as each of their erections led them to climax, their semen was swallowed by the writing mass. Then the insects crawled inside their urethra's, eating them from the inside out. Again, the creature paused after all these men's lives were burned out.\"\n\nThe man was starting to speak rapidly now, almost at the point of babbling. The sheriff wasn't sure when he'd started gripping his knees but, looking down, he saw all the blood drained out of his strained hands. He tried to relax, but couldn't.\n\n\"There weren't many of us left, but... Oh God, you don't want to know what happened to Becky. She was in the third assault and... I can't describe it. All I know is that, by the time it was done with her, it's shape had changed. It looked more human than ever before, like it had wrapped itself in its victims' skin and pieced them together like a grandmother's quilt.\"\n\n\"Jesus,\" The sheriff finally managed to find his voice. \"That sounds incredibly gruesome, but it matches with what we found at the dig site. At least, the gnawed bones anyway. With such power and viciousness, I can't believe anyone managed to escape. How'd you get out of there?\"\n\nThe storm went quite then. In fact, the whole world seemed to pause in this moment and the sheriff's ears strained to hear the rain that had just been there a moment before. He stared at the man across from him and the man stared back. This time, only of them showed any emotion.\n\nThe man was stone-faced, his eyes flat and lifeless. The sheriff tried counting the seconds between blinks. \n\nOne. \n\nTwo. \n\nThree. \n\nFour? \n\nFive?! \n\nHe looked away, uncomfortable with the change. When he looked back, the man's eyes were gone. In their place were black sockets, deeper than the deepest ocean and writhing with something small and unsettling. He only had enough time to gasp in surprise before the creature pounced."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she met a fellow speedster, and a smoking hot one at that, she realized two speedsters can take advantage of their powers to have "quickies" faster than the blink of an eye... | [
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"content": "\"So if you'll turn to page three of your packets...\"\n\nKatie started to doze off again as her boss, Mr. Lambaster, droned on and on about quarterly earning. She held back a sigh as she started to stare out the windows of the office building and into the blue sky outside. It was such a beautiful day. And she was wasting it inside in this stupid meetings. Finally she turned back to her the slideshow and adjusted her blouse. The ivory top hung loosely and professional over a perky and ample bosom. Katie's long, golden curls cascaded behind her head. Just as she was about to actually start focusing on the financial presentation, the tall, dark haired man from legal caught her eye.\n\nShe had clearly caught his eye first. And when she looked at him, he did his best to look away from her cleavage before she could notice. But even a speedster like him wasn't fast enough. His name was Dan. Katie had met him a few weeks ago and the courtship they had engaged on it that time was \"fast\" to say the least. They were both speedsters. Super powered individuals that could move basically as fast as the speed of light. \n\nKatie smiled coyly at Dan across the table and he did his best to act like he hadn't been caught staring. Katie reached out her leg under the table, but he was just a little too far away to reach. She picked her pen off the table and stuck it subtly and just barely into her mouth. Finally Dan gave a little smirk. But then he turned away from her and focused on the presentation, or at least pretended to. Not deterred, Katie put her pen down and sped. She slipped under the table at the speed of light and ran her hand up and down Dan's bulge faster than photons could move through the room. He had already been rock hard. The fast pervert. Then Katie was back in her seat. Someone might have noticed her papers jostled a bit, but nothing more.\n\nKatie watch Dan across the table as his hands descended beneath the large conference table. She could tell by their motion that he was unzipping. Katie moved her eyes slowly from his to the middle of the table and then back to him with a meaningful look. He understood.\n\nLess than a nanosecond later, Katie on her back, in the middle of the conference table. Her drenched panties lay deep in trash can in the corner, and her soaking pussy was splayed to the world, a world that only Dan could see. He was on her less than a fraction of a pico second later. His slacks were around his knees. His tight ass slammed up and down in a blur invisible to both the naked eye and the most advanced cameras. He fucked her aching womanhood with the frantic passion of a virgin groom. And a zeptosecond latter he blew his loud deep into her. \n\nBefore anyone could see, Katie slid her skirt back down and was in her seat. As the speedsters settled people around the room realized their papers had been moved, a few exchanged confused looks as they reorganized their packs. Mr. Lambaster had not seemed to notice as his droning voice continued uninterrupted. \n\nKatie could feel's Dan's cum still oozing out of her, and she crossed her legs. Katie smiled from Dan to the powerpoint presentation and sighed audibly."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Portals to other worlds begin to appear on Earth. These realms ranges from fantastical to futuristic. Oddly they behave like dungeons where you can’t come home until it’s cleared. You have a portal in your basement and you know that enemies will exit the portal if it’s not cleared often. | [
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"content": "\"Ah, crap! Sarah! I think we've got a dungeon portal in the basement!\"\n\nA bizarre, spindly robot was shambling up the stairs into the kitchen. It stood on two legs, but its torso resembled a sort of cage of metal and plastic, topped by a face like a smooth mask with two red lights on the front. Instead of hands, the robot had two long mechanical tentacles that reached out blindly in front of it. Ellen backed away as it staggered towards her like a zombie. One of the flailing tentacles knocked a vase over.\n\n\"Holy crap, Ellen! Are you okay?\" Her housemate said as she came downstairs.\n\n\"Yeah, I'm fine. This one seems pretty weak. Almost blind.\" Ellen watched the machine stagger into a countertop. \"I don't suppose you own a baseball bat or something?\"\n\n\"Shouldn't we call the cops?\"\n\n\"Probably. But these things drop *loot.* I want to get a head start on this month's rent.\"\n\nSarah hesitated for a moment, then nodded. \"There's a bat in my trunk. Try not to let it grab you.\"\n\nShe ran outside, while Ellen picked up a chair and poked it at the robot, trying to stop it from knocking the dishes off the counter. The robot turned towards her at the touch, grabbing the chair with one of its tentacle arms. It was surprisingly strong, yanking her off balance and pulling the chair from her grip. The other tentacle wrapped around her waist and pulled her in closer.\n\nEllen yelped in surprise as the metallic tentacles wrapped around her body. One of them worked its way under her shirt, winding its way around her breasts, while the other went downwards, yanking her skirt and underwear off in a swift, forceful motion. The tentacles started to retract, pulling her towards the robot. With a series of metallic *clicks,* a set of arm and leg cuffs sprang open in the robot's cagelike chest. She struggled as best she could, but the powerful tentacles dragged her backwards, intent on trapping her in the robotic frame. One cuff clicked tight around her arms, and then another. Another panel opened up and slid between her legs, revealing a pair of long, rubbery protrusions that lined up with her exposed holes.\n\n*Wham. Wham. Wham.* The baseball bat smashed into the robot's knee joint, sending it and Ellen toppling to the ground. Two more blows smashed the robot's head, plastic and circuitry splintering across the floor, and the tentacles went limp. The dungeon machine slowly dissolved into motes of light, returning back to wherever it had spawned. A small, glowing object clattered to the ground in its place.\n\n\"Ellen! Are you okay?\" Sarah set down the bat and helped her friend back to her feet.\n\nEllen gratefully accepted the hand, and did her best to straighten her damaged skirt. \"Yeah, I'm fine. Got here in the nick of time. Guess we know what the dungeon's theme is, now.\"\n\n\"You can't still be thinking of going into the dungeon.\" Sarah looked at her friend in horror.\n\nEllen picked up the loot drop from the robot. It resembled a battery, but it crackled with an aura of electricity. \"It's a technology-themed dungeon. Do you know how *valuable* those are? Like, if you go into a fantasy dungeon and you get a +5 magic longsword, sure it's magical, but it's only good for chopping things. But a +5 magic battery? You can power all sorts of things with that. AdventureMart will pay through the *nose* for this.\"\n\n\"It's a technology-themed dungeon *that tried to tentacle rape you*. I feel like you're overlooking that.\"\n\n\"So we'll be careful. The robots seem to be completely blind. If I hadn't literally poked it with a stick it would never have found me.\"\n\nEllen picked up the bat. \"Dungeons are leveled to their environment, right? A challenge of peril and glory, that's what the portal runes always say. If it spawned in our basement, that means we have a chance to take it on.\"\n\n\"Or it means we're the mooks who die in the dragon's cave to let the main characters know how dangerous it is.\"\n\nThe two of them exchanged a long look, and finally Sarah sighed. \"You're really going to look me in the eyes and tell me that you're not scared of being grabbed by a tentacle robot and forced into that... fucking machine? God, that sounds so *weird.* Who designs these dungeons?\"\n\n\"Who knows? But I'm not scared. I'm going to go in, break some zombie sex robots, and come home with a pile of magitech loot.\"\n\n\"Then I'm going with you.\"\n\n\"You sure about this?\"\n\n\"No. But I'm not letting you go down there alone.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Guys! My mom thinks I'm not being slutty enough, so she says I can't hang out with you anymore unless I start fucking you." Life for a half succubus can be... Different. | [
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"content": "\"Esta? What are you wearing?\" Aaron couldn't hide his shock as his friend came into the living room.\n\nEstarel usually wore modern Altessan clothing, the sort any schoolgirl would wear. In this weather, that usually meant a skirt and leggings. Today, she had taken off her coat to reveal that she was wearing a long, backless sweater... and nothing else.\n\nThe half-succubus plopped down on the couch, in between Aaron and his friend, Brad. \"Ugh, my mom made me wear it. She's been on my case a lot lately. She says it's \"disrespectful to my heritage\" to dress like a common student when I don't have to.\" \n\nEstarel made sarcastic air quotes with her fingers, making it clear just what she thought of her mom's opinion.\n\n\"Your heritage... as a succubus?\" Brad asked. \"Sorry, I don't mean to make fun, I literally don't know anything about the demons who immigrated after the war.\"\n\n\"Oh, we have a heritage, and Mom will *not* let you forget about it. You should hear her when she has her girlfriends over for dinner.\"\n\nEsta stood up tall and struck an imperious pose, looking down with blazing red eyes at her friends. \"We are the nobles of the Abyss, blessed by fire and night. It is *disgraceful* that our children feel the need to hide who they are. What is this world coming to, when even my own daughter won't wear a *doutei-wo-korosu* in public?\"\n\nThat got a laugh from her friends, so she continued her impression of her mom. \"And the things they're teaching kids in sex ed! All this stuff about consent and waiting for the right time in life. The proper time for a succubus is *all* the time! Until her man is sucked dry! Estarel, the next time I see you with a friend you had better be fucking him so hard he gets hearts in his eyes, understand?\"\n\nThe half-succubus finished her tirade, then blushed. \"Sorry, that was probably TMI.\"\n\n\"Oh yeah, definitely. It *was* funny, though.\" Brad said with a grin.\n\n\"Seriously? She just came right out and said that you should be having sex with us?\"\n\n\"Yeah, she did. Sex is kind of important for succubi, you know? Well, I mean it is for humans too, but like, the opposite. Demons are supposed to take control and bend mortals to their will, that sort of thing. And like, I know she means well, and it's not like it would be a *problem* for me to do it, but...\" Estarel lowered her head and trailed off.\n\n\"Being pressured into sex sounds like a problem to me.\"\n\n\"It really isn't, not for me. Succubi don't get mortal diseases, they can't get pregnant if they don't want to, they have innate emotional magic, which makes it really easy to manage relationships...\" She ticked off the powers on her fingers. \"I didn't inherit *all* of Mom's powers, but I inherited enough that sex is basically consequence-free for me. I just... feel like I should be more than just my species, you know? It's not who I am.\"\n\n\"Feeling bad about yourself is a consequence.\" Aaron pointed out. \"Nothing wrong with saying no because of that.\"\n\n\"Mom would say if I'm not feeling good about it then I'm probably not moving my hips enough. Ugh... I want her to be happy, I know both of you would enjoy it, I just... Why can't I just grow some goddamn horns and *do* it?\" Estarel sighed.\n\nBrad exchanged glances with his friend. \"What do you mean, you know we'd enjoy it?\"\n\n\"Emotion sense.\" Estarel tapped one of her horns. \"But also, I'm sitting between two boys and wearing nothing but a virgin-killer sweater, I don't think I need magic to sense your attraction.\"\n\nBrad patted her on the shoulder. \"Esta, I appreciate the effort, but I honestly don't think I could do it if you wouldn't enjoy it. It's not right for your mom to pressure you like that. You can tell her I said that.\"\n\nEstarel nodded. \"I appreciate it, but I really don't want to start trouble. Maybe we could just *tell* my Mom that we're having sex? And maybe a few kisses, so I know what your life energy tastes like? If she thought I was doing it with two guys at once she'd probably be really proud.\"\n\nBrad grinned. \"I think I can manage that. Anything for a friend, right?\"\n\n\"I question if we can fool an elder succubus into thinking we're having regular threesomes, but sure, let's give it a try.\"\n\nEstarel smoothed out her sweater and looked between her two friends. \"Who wants to go first?\"\n\n---\n\nA/N Sorry this one ended up as teenage rebellion rather than sexytimes, that's just where the story led me."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU][Portals] A new test subject has found it's way into Glados's testing area. Not wanting to give them a portal gun she decides to have them do a different kind of test, with a low probability of her being killed. | [
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"content": "*\"Good morning. Due to recent issues with our test subjects, Aperture Science has begun testing additional incentives to retain subjects in the laboratory and induce them to complete tests. Previously, we have attempted to incentivize test subjects with universally-appreciated rewards, such as cake, and not being gunned down by autoturrets. However, because of the recent problems, we have begun additional psychological and physiological tests to find new ways to induce cooperation in test subjects. Please proceed through the test chambers for your reward.\"*\n\nMira stood in the center of the Aperture Relaxation Vault, naked and surrounded by glass panels, feeling very much like a bug under a microscope. The voice speaking over the loudspeakers was GLaDOS, and it sounded like the AI had gone so far off the deep end that she was now in the Marianas Trench. It wasn't bad enough that Glados had taken over the facility and tried to kill everyone with a deadly neurotoxin, now she was trying to break the survivors psychologically as well?\n\n\"Oh boy, the AI's going all \"I have no mouth and I must scream\" on us,\" she said grimly.\n\n*\"No. Previous tests have shown that humans facing mortal peril tend to find creative means of escape, usually destroying much of the facility in the process. For my safety, we will instead be testing means of positive reinforcement. No harm will come to you in any of the tests.\"*\n\n\"Well, that sounds weirdly non-murderous for you, Glados. What are you up to?\"\n\n*\"The door to the first test chamber will open in three... two...\"*\n\nA door slid open, and Mira walked into a small white-paneled room with a camera on the wall. A simple, boring, cube of a test chamber, 4 panels on a side. The only adornment was on the right wall, where there were four metal cuffs - two at ankle height, and two above head height, presumably for her wrists. Below it was a set of colored panels where some other device would pop out. A blue signal wire connected it to a door on the other side of the room, indicating that the device was somehow needed to unlock the door.\n\n\"Well, obviously, I'm expected to put those cuffs on my arms and legs so the machine can do something. And equally obviously, that would be a really dumb thing to do.\"\n\nMira tapped a cuff experimentally with one hand. It snapped shut on the empty air, then after a few seconds, it popped open again with a small buzz. She tried closing all the cuffs at once, but nothing happened - the machine clearly had a way to detect if a person was actually locked into it.\n\nShe paced over to the door, checking carefully to make sure that there wasn't some other way to open it. It was futile - she had worked on designing test chambers just like this one, and she knew there wouldn't be another way out unless the designer had wanted it.\n\n\"Is this the psychology test? Seeing if I would strap myself into a machine controlled by a mad AI that will do god knows what to me, just because it seems to be the only way out of this room?\"\n\nShe continued pacing, but the metal cuffs loomed large in her vision. They were the only thing in the room she could focus on, and the longer she waited the more appealing it was starting to look. What else could she do? Sit there and do nothing until Glados let her out? You couldn't talk the Testing AI into not running a test, it just wasn't possible.\n\nShe glared at the camera again. Glados hadn't said anything for the whole test. She didn't need to. They both knew what decision Mira would make eventually. And the computer wouldn't even give her the dignity of getting to argue about it.\n\n\"Alright, fine. I'll play your game.\" Mira placed a wrist in one of the handcuffs. It snapped shut, and this time it stayed shut, keeping her hand in place. No turning back. She locked in her other wrist, and then spread her legs apart so she could lock each ankle into place, making an X shape with her limbs.\n\nThe panel underneath her opened, and a long rod with a rubbery phallus on the end slid up between her legs.\n\n\"Oh, fuck...\" Mira groaned as she realized what the device was meant to do. \"*That's* her idea of positive reinforcement?\"\n\n*\"The Aperture Science Body Examination Device will gently probe your sexual organs to ensure maximum comfort. You won't feel a thing.\"*\n\nThe rubbery tip probed at her slit with surprising delicacy for a machine, carefully wiggling its way inside her. Mira tensed her legs, but she was held in place by the cuffs and couldn't get away. A faint gasp escaped her lips as the mechanical penis touched a particularly sensitive spot.\n\n*\"That was a lie. You'll feel quite a lot of things. But it won't hurt.\"*\n\nThe cock inside her suddenly expanded, swelling from a narrow rod to one that felt like it was stretching her as far as it could go without hurting her. It buzzed and shifted inside her, sending vibrations along her inside.\n\n\"What is it doing to me...\" Mira moaned. The stimulation was nothing like she had ever experienced, steady and purposeful like the movements of an inkjet printer. Though her brain protested at the unwanted violation, each shift sent pleasant tingles through her loins, and it was hard to ignore her rising arousal.\n\n*\"Vaginal interior mapping complete. Testing clitoral stimulation.\"*\n\nAnother arm popped up, this one with a smaller vibrator that approached her clit. It buzzed to life, and Mira braced herself for a sudden sting to her clit, but instead it gently rubbed around her sensitive spots to avoid overstimulating her. Her breathing grew heavy as her arousal grew, overwhelming her fear of what Glados was doing. She strained against her restraints, trying to grind against the vibrator, trying to get it to stop *teasing* her and bring her off *properly.* The vibrator picked up speed as well, and she felt her arousal grow and grow. She would orgasm if this kept up, she could feel it. \"You teasing little machine... how are you so good at this...?\"\n\nSuddenly, the vibrations cut off. *\"Initial testing complete.\"*\n\n\"What?\" Mira asked in shock. The vibrators withdrew as quietly as they came, and the cuffs on her ankles and wrists released. \"You can't just...\" Somehow, this felt even crueler than forcing Mira to strap herself into the machine in the first place.\n\n*\"Orgasms and other edge cases are not part of this test. Testing will continue in Chamber 2. Please do not finish manually, or we will have to recalibrate from scratch.\"*\n\n\"Oh, you absolute bitch...\" Mira groaned and started walking towards the now open door. She was dreading what Glados was going to dream up for the next test chambers... but although she didn't want to admit it, she was also a little bit excited."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The tiefling attempted to keep her succubus ancestry a secret, to avoid becoming the party fuckdoll instead of a valuable ally. Still though, she can only hide so much and only control her urges for so long. Fortunately, it turns out she can be two things... | [
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"content": "The party had set up camp for the night and Sarah sat by the fire while the everyone else sleeps or at least that's what she thought. She peers around to see if anyone is awake. She pulls out a potion and drinks it quickly. \n\nHowever unbeknownst to her, Raki the party's rogue is watching her from up in a nearby tree. He drops down behind her and says \"What you got there?\". She jumps a little and trying to hide the potion bottle \"Its nothing\".\n\nRaki being quicker than Sarah snatches the bottle before it can be hidden \"Oh really then you won't mind me see it\". He looks at the label and reads it out loud a bit confused \"Lust prevention?\". \n\nHe turns his focus to her then asks \"Now why would you need something like this?\". A dark blush covers Sarah's face as a feeling of shame and embarrassment takes hold in her. \"I...I'm part...succubus\" She manages to softly whisper. \n\nShe looks at him expecting a look of disgust or a perverted smirk, but to her surprise his face was calm with a sense of understanding. He hands her back the bottle then sits next to her. \n\n\"You're not weirded out?\" She asks puzzled. \"Why would I be? You've saved my life on multiple occasions, so you deserve my respect and understanding at the very least\" He replies as he adds a log to the fire. \n\n\"Thank you\" She says quietly. She looks at the potion \"This stuff keeps getting harder and harder to find and the cost is only going up\" She says as she puts the bottle away.\n\n\"Well there is the other way to satisfy your lust\" He says as he looks at her. \"Don't you think the others will look down on me for it though\" She look at him. \"No you're a valuable member of this party, everyone respects you and honestly I think a bit of stress relief would do us all some good\" He places his hand on her thigh. \n\nSarah blushes and her body begins to heat up from the slight touch \"If you're alright with it then I guess it's fine, but this stays between us. I'll talk to the others about my problem soon\". She moves close to him and he moves close to her. \n\nShe nervously brings her face closer to his closing her eyes and he brings his face closer to her till their lips meet. He passionately kisses her and she responds in kind.\n\nHe moves his hand to her breast causing her to make a cute squeak and pull away a little out of surprise. \"Its ok, I don't bite\" He says softly. She moves back towards him. \n\nHe kisses her again. She kisses back deeply and passionately. He starts to undress her slowly. She stops him \"Not here let's go to my tent\". \n\nPart 2 coming soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Teach a class in just my underwear? I suppose I did say I'd do anything if you all passed the test." | [
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"content": "“Teach a class in just my underwear? I suppose I did say I’d do anything if you all passed the test.” Miss Revton told our small class of advanced college placement mathematics courses.\n\nJust the other day she had told us that if we all passed that we could decide on the reward. I don’t think this is what she had in mind.\n\n“Even though I said I’d do anything, I'm not sure if this is actually appropriate for school. Tell you what. I’ll do it tomorrow so I have time to prepare. How does that sound?” Miss Revton says to us from behind her desk.\n\n“NO WAY! Today. It has to be today!” Frank, the youngest of us, yells out as he stands up from his desk slamming his hands down on his desk top. You can see his erection standing out from his pants. He’s the smartest freshman in the school and is already studying for college.\n\n“Frank! That is unacceptable. You can’t talk to a teacher like that. I’ll be teaching in my underwear tomorrow and that’s final. If you want to take part you will have to finish a two page essay on school rules and manners. Now for the rest of class today you're going to spend that time in the library so make sure to use your time wisely. Off you go.” Miss Revton says in a directive voice she rarely uses.\n\nI don’t like Frank. No one in class really does so it isn’t a surprise by this turn of events.\n\nThe door closes behind Frank as he leaves in a huff.\n\n“Now like I said, I'll give you all your reward tomorrow after some preparations.” Miss Revton says as she starts to turn to the board when she notices Cindy’s hand in the air. “Yes Cindy?”\n\n“Miss Revton. I think you need to do it today. We did work and study so hard to pass and we did it. The least you can do is let us have our reward.” Cindy says from her desk.\n\n“Well, I know the rest of you are all over 18 and the smartest kids in the school. You did work really hard, I saw it during our study periods. If the six of you can keep all this to yourselves I think I can do it.” Miss Revton says the last part hesitantly as if she is still a bit on the fence.\n\n“Come on, Miss Revton. We won’t say anything. Promise.” Joe says as the rest of us nod our heads in approval.\n\n“Fine. You win. I’ll do it. Just. Ummm.. don’t judge me for my underwear today. I have a date after work and wore something appropriate for that.” Miss Revton says nervously. “I still think tomorrow would be better?” She says with her eyes hoping to see agreement only to find the room staring at her.\n\nMiss Revton is so hot. She’s a first year teacher. Fresh from teaching school or college. Whatever teachers go to learn to be teachers. I’ve had a hard on so many different times in her class before just thinking about her.\n\nShe’s 5’8, blond hair to her shoulders, C cup tits, skinny, wearing a tight fitting dress that comes down to her knees, a pencil dress with a v cut at her breasts. Very sexy looking and definitely pushing the boundaries for clothes for a teacher to wear to school.\n\nI glance around the rest of the room. Our desks are lined up next to each other in a half circle focused around Miss Revton’s desk and the whiteboard behind it.\n\nFrank’s desk is empty of course, followed by Joe, a six foot tall bean pole. Next to him is Cindy. A cute but a bit chubby 5’7 tall woman with blond hair and C cup tits. On the other side is Rachel who a ton of boys in our school like to fantasize about, including myself. She’s 6’1 with huge D cup tits and shoulder length black hair. I sit next to Rachel. I’m the shortest guy in the room at 5’4. I’m fit but short. Then Bill and Tim sit on the other side of me with Bill right next to me. He’s 5’6 and a bit chubby while Tim is around 5’9 and fit.\n\n“Ok, Ok. I’ll get undressed now and then we can start today's lesson.” Miss Revton says as she steps to the side of her desk and slips out of her shoes.\n\nThe air in the room has grown quiet with only the breath of six horny adults watch as their teacher starts to strip. She unzips her dress from behind and then winks at the classroom before turning around as she faces the whiteboard. Her ass facing us as she opens her dress letting it fall down off her shoulders first followed by flowing down her arms.\n\nShe sways her ass and hips back and forth as her hands pull on her dress slowly revealing her ass in a thong. Her dress finally gives up trying to hold onto her hips and falls to the floor leaving her standing in her underwear. No, not underwear but lingerie. Sexy see through lingerie as it turns out as she turns to face the class.\n\nI can feel the pressure of my dick straining against the fabric of my pants as I take in her beautiful body. I’ve never seen anyone so sexy before and right in front of me. Her nipples are hard and present as they poke out though the see through material of her bra. Her shaved pussy tightly held by her see through panties."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When she took the job at the sex toy shop, she didn't realize how often she'd get voluntold to let customers test sex toys on her, or how much she'd get hooked on it... | [
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"content": "“Oh they are very effective, this one is… um.” Chloe started, her cheeks turning bright red.\r \n“Your favourite?” said the customer, fighting against a smile.\r \nShe nodded and squeaked out before settling herself.\r \n“Do you want to bring it to the counter?”\r \nChloe’s fingers struggled to log into the machine, her legs buckling slightly as her hand firmly gripped the counter.\r \nSarah raised an eyebrow at the sale, Chloe cast her a glare and immediately regretted it, buckling down again as vibrations raced through her clit.\r \nThe customer glanced from Chloe to Sarah.\r \n“Show him.” said Sarah.\r \n“N-”\r \nHer sex sang, the vibrations loud enough she could hear them. Chloe’s mouth hung open, gasping out, 3 short sharp pants and she bit her lip, scanning the package on the counter.\r \n“They are very effective for control.” said Sarah, a broad smile on her face while Chloe struggled to stand. \r \nChloe accidentally glared at the customer when he laughed out a response.\r \n“I don’t know, she just disobeyed you.”\r \n“Hrmm… she did, didn’t she.”\r \nChloe cried out, hand flinching at the hem of her skirt, she forced herself up, gasping and lifting the hem, her other hand falling over her face to stifle her moans. Finally it settled, falling from a scream to a shout to a constant buzz that just kept her on edge.\r \n“Thankyou for shopping with Tit For Tat, we hope you enjoy our products as much as we do.” said Sarah.\r \nA sharp buzz ran across Chloe's clit. “Thankyou.” she cried out of habit."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your jerkish roommate makes a bet that he could easily tell a trap from a 'real' girl. "You're on!" you jeer as you slam the door and ready your cutest dress | [
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"content": "After putting out my favorite dress I heard my jerky roommate leaving the apartment. Now it was time for me to dress up, to put on some makeup, to make my hair, to get my woman's shoes out.\n\nIt took me some time, but when I was ready, I looked gorgeous. Gorgeous and adorable. And I was dressed to impress. And I knew, were my roommate headed to. He was in his favorite bar, drinking with his friends. And now it was time for me to hit the bar.\n\nIn the bar I placed my damn hot ass on an empty bar stool and then I gave my roommate a few seductive views. I checked him out openly, I encouraged him to come over. I put on my female voice - yes, I might have had some proper voice training in my teenage years - and asked him for his name, and chit chat began. \n\nWe shared a few drinks, we shared a few laughs, I let him touch my damn hot ass, I touched him between his legs. He was hard withing the blink of an eye. Then I signaled him, I told him to follow me to the toilet. For some action, for some fucking fun.\n\nIt worked out as planed, not even a minute after I entered the everything but clean bar toilet, he came in to. We closed, we locked the door behind us and kissing set in. Passionate kissing. Then I unzipped his pants, took out his rock hard dick and jerked him off.\n\nFor a few minutes. Then I went on my knees in front of him and I took him down my throat. I am a well trained slut, I can take a lot. And I know how to suck a dick. So it was no problem for me to make him moan. To make his eyes turning backward. I kept him on the edge, but then I stopped.\n\nI stood back up again, giving him another set of passionate kisses, then I asked him to fuck me. He was more than happy to get that over. Then I pulled a condom over his rock hard dick. I got some lube out of my purse, and drowned his condom protected dick in it. Then I pulled up my dress, got out of my panties and showed him my balls, and my dick: \"I fear you lost our bet.\"\n\nHis reaction was an unexpected one: A smile appeared on his face. Then he took me, turned me around and slid his rock hard dick up my ass. Fuck, it felt great. He fucked me hard. He made me moan out loud. I enjoyed every second of it. \n\nOnce he had dumped his load inside my boi pussy he turned me around, looked me in the eyes and said the following: \"From now on, when I am horny, I come over to your room, to cure my nasty urges.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You finish taking a shower, and in the condensed fog on the bathroom mirror is a message. (more details inside) | [
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"content": "*Hello, sexy.*\n\nYou snort, rolling your eyes as you reach for a towel to wipe the foggy message away. It must have been your roommate Roxy, leaving a message before she went off for her morning classes. She was they type to joke like that, and it didn't really mean anything. You didn't notice when exactly she entered the bathroom you shared, nor did you see her through the frosted glass of the shower stall, but you were pretty damn sure it was her. \n\nThe mirror wiped clean, you leave the bathroom all nice and toweled up, closing the door behind you. And that is the last time you think about that message. It seemed inconsequential after all, and you had bigger problems to face today. \n\nYou come back home to another note from Roxy. She's just saying she ain't going home tonight which was *perfect* - a pent up day full of stress, and then privacy? Oh, that for sure means you'll be doing something to drain out all that stress. \n\nAs you make your way to your room, you notice the bathroom door is now ajar. Odd, you know you closed that door earlier. You close it again, before finally getting to your room. You leave the door unlocked and slightly open, because - *yes*, you had the whole apartment to yourself tonight. \n\nYou strip down, and - was it just you, or did the room feel colder? You feel goosebumps spread across your body, and your nipples stiffening with the cold. And well, it felt kinda good. You then lie down, lie back, and *relax*. You lean into the sensation of how good the air felt against your exposed nipples, your exposed skin. Almost feeling like a caressing hand, fingers teasing at the sensitive nub. Your hands run down to your tits and squeeze, enjoying how it felt, how *hot* it was making your body now, and how you were starting to get slick. \n\nYou spread your legs subconsciously now as you get more aroused - and *ah*, the cold of the room feels interesting against your inner thigh, and against the heat of your slit. You slide a hand down, moaning when you tease yourself with one finger. \n\n*Look at you, you sexy slut, opening your legs for me, showing off that cunt. That's right, spread your lips for me.*\n\nWas that from your head? A fantasy of someone taking charge in bed? Then why does your neck and ear feel so cold now, like someone was breathing ice beside you? You pause. \n\n*Don't stop. Good sluts don't stop.*\n\nThey're right - sluts don't stop. And you've been so needy, so you give in. You spread your pussy lips and slide a now slick finger up and down your cunt. The smell of sex fills the room - my, my, are you really that wet? \n\n*Good. Fuck, your clit. It's just so swollen. You're such a horny, horny little slut aren't you.*\n\nYou gasp as you feel something cold press against your clit, rubbing it gently in a circular motion. You open your eyes - when did you close them? - and see nothing, but you can definitely *feel* something downstairs. It feels so damn good. You should just lie down, relax, give in... \n\n*Don't be so nervous darling, I did say hello earlier, didn't I?*\n\nYou're completely frozen now, aware that something is utterly, completely *wrong*. But - *oh*, you can't help it, a moan escapes your lips when you feel something press against your wet entrance. Your hips buck towards it, wanting, *needing* to get fucked. \n\n\"Please,\" you find yourself whimpering, \"Please.\"\n\nThe rubbing at your clit grows more frantic, and you can feel a cold hand sliding up your body, teasing at a nipple. You close your eyes, your hands gripping your sheets, not quite believing how it's happening but you're so - \n\nClose. Your hips buck and you cum, your cunt suddenly sodden and drenched in your own juices as you cum from god-knows-what. Your full body feels so tingly. So free. And you collapse onto the bed when it's all over, body feeling deliciously spent - but your cunt still needy for more. \n\nYou hear a chuckle against your ear. \n\n*Next time, my slut. I've yet to finish playing with you.*\n\nYou suddenly feel so *heavy*, a contrast to how high you felt earlier when you came. So, so heavy, even your eyelids are starting to fall and you...\n\nYou wake up with the sun streaming through your windows, still naked, and unsure what the hell just happened. Was it all a dream? And yet, you find your mind haunted by the - sound? The thought? - of that entity laughing as he said *next time*...\n\n^I ^immediately ^thought ^supernatural ^shenanigans ^sorry"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] They purchased a board game with strange, sexy powers. | [
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"content": "No one had really taken it seriously, when one of her guy friends pulled out the raunchy board game, and no one really expected her to do it when she drew a forfeit card that said she had to give him a blowjob, but, as she held it, she could feel a strange almost irresistible urge to suck his cock, and she could feel her mouth somehow watering at the thought of tasting his cum... These cards were for real!\n\nAlternately\n\nThe game was all about taking your vanilla, blank human tokens and gradually getting them turned into monster girls or getting them bigger boobs, accelerated libidos, even sexy magic powers! It was all a bit of nerdy fun... At least until it turned out the changes weren't just happening to the tokens! (Maybe the people getting transformed into monster girls started out as boys)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Things are going well with your beautiful date that at the end of the night they ask you back to their apartment. When you get there you see an occult ritualistic pentagram on the floor. The door clicks locked behind you. | [
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"content": "Your confused stare only breaks when you feel a strong push on your back as you tumble, surprised, down onto the symbol. You moved to turn and stand as an unnatural, gutteral voice sounds behind you - \"genua.\" As you try to stand you find your knees locked, stuck to the floor. You struggle, push down, but you can't get your legs to cooperate. \"We're going to have some fun tonight, you and I. I'm going to turn into my perfect toy. Tonight, I'm the one in charge.\"\n\nYou settle back, turning toward your date, as she steps around the circle, following her steps around it. You swallow, \"what? What does that involve?\" Her eyes are piercing, almost glowing, as she leaned down to speak \"Your cute, but I want a fantasy - nice tits, great ass ... and a great *cock* .\" What the hell? She stood up straight, the strange unnatural tone returning \"daemonium accipere animam eius.\"\n\nBefore you could voice a concern, a feeling of burning overcame your core, quickly consuming your being. You felt your bones stretch, your breasts become heavier, accompanied by *power?* A pressure formed in your loins, a bulge forming at the front of your dress.\n\n\"amazing\" she whispered. \"And your all mine. My toy.\" Her eyes twinkled, she'd been waiting a long time for this.\n\nWell, she'd have to wait a bit longer, you thought, causally dismissing the spell holding you to the ground. You stood, slowly, making a show of it. Then, now towering over her, reached out and gripped her throat. \"Not this time\" you said, smiling. \n\n\"No. Demon, you're supposed to obey me\" she cried, realization setting in. \n\n\"Oh it's still me. Mostly. Forgot the control part of the spell sweetie.\"\n\n\"I... Please be gentle\"\n\n\"That's 'Please be gentle mistress' to you slut. Now get on your knees, and let's see how big this cock you gave me is\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He was desperate enough to turn to the party's slutty, mischievous rogue despite how embarrassing it would be. Normally, having her pick a lock would be no big deal. Except that this lock was on a chastity cage the villain had put him in... | [
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"content": "It was a cool night, but to Ymir it felt like he was standing in a desert. He was used to sub-zero temperatures, and with the predicament he was in, he could feel his scales practically catching fire in the breeze. It was a little painful, but he could hold out until he found a spell in his book that would break this damnedable cage. \n\n... Without exploding his dick, of coure. \n\nIt was at that unfortunate moment, that a drow propped his tent open, \"... Hey, Ymir?\" She leaned her head in, as she spoke, \"You in here?\" \n\nHe was quick to throw his robe over his lap, his blue eyes wide in panic, *\"Nal'Sworé, how many times have I told you to announce your presence before entering?!\"* \n\nShe covered her eyes. Or, Ymir thought she did, he could never tell with that mask she wore, always shifting shapes so that her face remained unrecognizable. He could tell who she was, however; her hips, her ears, the way she wore her black hair shorter than most drow. Hell, the way she had black hair to begin with, most had that stunning snow color. He finally sighed, \"Ms. Nal, it is fine, you may uncover your eyes. I'm, decent, for lack of a better word.\" \n\n\"Good!\" She brought her hand down, and spoke with the pep of someone younger than him. Not all that surprising, he was nearly two-hundred and thirty. She stepped inside fully, wearing her usual garb. Mostly just woven cloth armor, with bits of hardened leather in the more important spots. \"I, just wanted to come in and say, thank you.\" \n\nNow, that was a bit of a surprise. Of all her skills, and she *was* skillful, humble never seemed part of her repetoire. \"... Aaand, why would that be, Ms. Sworé?\" \n\n\"Because,\" She took a deep breathe, \"... Because I probably wouldn't've made it when we were fighting that dragon, lich, thing, without your help. None of us really would've, I don't think.\" \n\nAh, that made a bit more sense. About a month ago, they had been hired by the Draconian government to hunt down a revived draco-lich from the Draconian Wars. He hadn't shown it at the time, but it had done a number on him, especially with this gods damned cage. \"... Why, of course, Ms. Sworé, the dead and revived are my specialty.\" \n\nShe shook her head, \"I, I don't think the government gave you enough. I wanted to give you a reward of its own.\" Here we go... \n\n\"... Nal, I am not sleeping with you.\" \n\nShe stood a little straighter, \"No! Of course not! I-I'm a street rat, of course you wouldn't want to do that! Why would you?\" She chuckled nervously, trying to play it off, \"I just, wanted to see if you had any favors you needed done. Ancient artifacts in a museum you need stealing, rival's doors you need unlocking, idiots you need shooting...\" \n\nShe threw up her arms in a shrug, \"That sorta thing!\" \n\nHe thought for a moment, and glanced down at his spellbook. Now was his chance. If he wanted risk letting Nal'Sworé do it, it might lead to some unintended consequences... \n\nBut, it'd be better than chancing an Open Lock that didn't guarantee it would destroy his member. \n\n\"... There is, one thing, but you must promise not to tell of it, or...\" He took a deep breathe, \"... Or laugh at it.\" \n\nShe stopped for a moment, and looked to the tent flap. She made sure it was shut, before giving him a soft, \"Uh, yeah. Sure.\" \n\nHe then took the moment to open his robe, revealing the small, metal cage wrapped tightly around his cock. She just stared for a moment, before, \"... I thought you *didn't* want to sleep with me.\" \n\n*\"I don't!\"* He was quick to assert, \"I just want you to get this fucking cage off.\" \n\nHe could hear her smirk as she spoke, \"What, lost the key to it?\" She started taking her bag off her hip, and rooting around in it for her tools. \n\n\"... Not, exactly. Remember Ms. Goentra?\" She nodded, but then stopped, *\"You didn't.\"* \n\n\"I did. I wish I hadn't, she was as cruel and wicked in bed as she was in combat.\" \n\nAbout a month before the draco-lich incident, they had fought a sorceress that had been shadow-governing the city of Irrilion, and while the party was searching for a weakness to her, Ymir had been sent as a distraction to keep her busy. They had expected them to discuss necromantic theory, or the morality of enchantment magic, but in actuality, they had a bit more in common than he would've liked. \n\nNal took another second to get her bearings, before looking up at him, \"... By the Gods, how long have you been like this!?\" \n\n*\"Quiet down!\"* He looked to the tent flap, as if trying to see through it and make sure nobody was listening, \"... A month, two weeks, and four days.\" \n\nUpon hearing him shout, she shrank a little, but got to work. It was maddening, feeling her occasionally nudge the cage to get a better angle on the lock, \"... Hey, can you give me a dispel magic down here? I think the lock has a seal on it.\" \n\nHe sighed, took hold of his spellbook, and began reciting the spell in Draconic. His hand began to glow purple, before he waved it around the room. Not two seconds later, there was a click, and the lock popped off. \n\nImmediate relief washed over him, as Nal took the cage off. He could help but let out a quiet, contented growl as his manhood came free. Wisps of ice began leaking out the sides of his mouth, and he finally relaxed where he was sitting. \n\nThey stayed like that for just a moment, until Nal slowly took his member in her hand, and started stroking. His eyes widened, and he looked down to her, *\"M-Ms. Nal, what are you doing?\"* \n\nShe continued pumping up and down his cock, just staring at it the whole time, \"... You've been caged for almost two months. You need some relief.\" \n\nHe let out a grunt, and tried to grip the grouns in his hands. It was cold outside the tent, so the ground had essentially frozen hard. His claws scratched against the dirt, \"I-I promise, I can, handle that myself, Ms., Ms. Sworé.\" \n\nShe simply kept going, before removing her mask, and staring up at him. Her dull green eyes reflected the candlelight well, and she gave a kiss to the tip of his member. His legs began to tense up, and his claws began to crack through the ground. *It would only be, a few more moments,* he thought to himself, as his dick began to twitch in her hand. \"N-Nal...\" He started to say... \n\nBefore she wrapped her lips around his head, and started cupping his balls. He threw his head back, and let out a roar as she drained him dry. She kept stroking and sucking, getting every last drop out and into her mouth and down her throat. He couldn't help but purr. \n\nFinally, she stopped, looking up at him, \"... Feel better?\" \n\nThe cool air now felt freezing, and the feeling was welcoming after the unconfortable build-up of heat. He took a moment to slowly lean back and lie on the ground, \"... So much better.\" \n\nShe smiled, put the mask back on, and stood up, \"Glad I could help out. If you need anything else, Ymir, lemme know.\" She then stepped back outside, leaving him to bask in the afterglow. \n\nAnd as she left, he swear, he could hear her faintly say, \"Told ya.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: (Incest) You’ve always been carful, a pinch here, a peek there. Because if your sister knew how you perved on her she’s kill you! One day though, you “accidentally” grab her butt. She just groans and pulls her pants down. “Bro you know I’m free use right!? Just fuck me already you idiot!” | [
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"content": "While I intellectually knew that there were hundreds of groups around the world that genuinely had it worse than us from an objective standpoint that looked at the material facts of everyday life, my life as the brother of a free use girl made me believe at times that I was in hell. Trying to tell my friends about the frustrations got me nothing but offers to hear the music produced by the world's smallest violin, but I genuinely suffered everyday when I saw that big breasted bitch get fucked like a pig every morning during breakfast and every night during dinner. Even when I wasn't seeing it happen right in front of me, I could hear it happen in the next room over if I ever tried to relax in my bedroom. School, our house, even in church; nowhere was a safe space for me to not have to think about that amazing ass getting smacked around like a pair of bongos.\n\n\nI lived wanking it to the idea of being the one fucking her for once. I knew that it was wrong, of course, and that she would kill me if she ever learnt about that. But what I was meant to do? Not recognize how fucking hot she was? Act like she wasn't a living, breathing, walking porno that was always circling me around? Live in denial of how much I wanted to hit that? That was for cowards and losers. And I definitely was both a coward and a loser, but not to that extent!\n\n\nI decided to compromise. I didn't exactly go as wild as my heart desired, because I would have definitely been found out and turned into memorial post by Jessica, but I still pushed the limits as far as I was willing to gamble with my life. I did my best to get good looks while she was getting fucked, pretending to pay attention to something else but keeping my eyes on her jiggling tanned body the entire time. I managed to sneak glances of her changing clothes in the few moments of rest that she got, which I convinced myself into believing that they were even more valuable due to the higher effort I had to put into getting them. And sometimes, whenever I was walking past her from behind as someone railed her, I sneakily managed to either pinch or spank one of her ass cheeks. Those were the ones I felt the most proud off.\n\n\nThat all brings us back to today, when I might have drunk a little too much of the champagne we had leftover from the New Years and made a ridiculously risky gamble by trying to get a good grope of her ass after goading her into play fighting by being really annoying to her. Of course I yelled out an apology and that I hadn't meant to do that, but the unimpressed look and the sigh she gave me straight up sobered me up. I was getting ready to start praying to God, Allah, Jehovah, Yahweh or whoever the hell dudes who tried to get frisky with their sister and paid the consequences for it were meant to pray to, but then I heard something being unzipped. And to my complete surprised, rather than pulling out a knife from an invisible fanny pack to stab me with, Jessica was pulling down her jean shorts.\n\n\nI tried and failed to say formulate resembling an intelligent thought, and my mouth just made incomprehensible noises as my brain disconnected from it, but Jessica shut me up quite quickly by grabbing the collar of my shirt and shaking me around. “Bro! You know I’m free use, right!? Just fuck me already, you fucking idiot!” She pushed me down and pulled her panties down, laying herself on top of her bed. \"You're the opposite of subtle, get it out of your system already! For fuck's sake, just do it already!\"\n\n\nIt would have been smart of me to do as she said, but clearly after all this time lusting after my sister my brain had to get all intellectual over it. \"Wait, you don't mind that I'm your brother?\"\n\n\nJessica might have genuinely wanted to kill me as she turned around. \"Listen to me because I'm only going to say it one time. I just want dick, alright? I like getting fucked. I don't care who does it as long as they're clean, and the municipal government has a public database that means that I don't even have to bother looking that up. I don't care who the dick belongs too. My ex Brad? Go for it man! That pasty goth dude called Trevor? Edgar Allan Fuckme. Sully, that football jock with no sense of smell or concept of hygiene? Leave me sullied. Sadie, the trans chick who only moved in two months ago? I'd let her do it even if I was a ranging transphobe. I just! Want! Dick!\"\n\n\nI tried to take all of that in, but something didn't feel right. \"Then why have I never seen dad or uncle Jay-\"\n\n\"BECAUSE THEY'RE NOT LOSER PERVERTS THAT WANT TO FUCK THEIR FAMILY, JOHN!\" Somehow, Jessica found int in her to get even angrier at me. \"I don't like you, I don't respect you, and if you don't start making me moan in a minute, you're going to be the first and only member of my blacklist. You're making me want to make you the only person who can't shove a dick inside me, fix that!\"\n\nIt hurt like a kick on the teeth, but Jessica spitting up such venom against me did help finally put my mind back in business. I jumped on top of the bed and hurriedly pulled my shorts down along with my trunks. Spitting in the hole first to make sure I wasn't going to make something that we would both regret, I shoved my dick inside her asshole like my life depended on it. Considering that she was never going to let me do it again if I failed to impress her quickly, and the increased likelihood of me killing myself if that came to pass, that was arguably already the case. \n\n\nI could not describe the relief I felt as she heard her moan over my repeated high-impact thrusting, so I kept hitting her from behind like I was the protagonist of a kung-fu movie showing off the forbidden 'one million cock-punches' technique. Her ass was clapping as if I was a respected and admired commercial failure of a director in a very pretentious film festival. We were also both sweating heavily from all the passionate fucking we were doing, but I didn't have a movie analogy to describe that with.\n\n\nI kept going at it for as long as I could, and I would wager that I lasted more than what ir takes to cook some instant ramen. I did cum inside of her in such a large quantity that I got her ass tunnel got overflowed, which probably meant that I would make for an ideal sperm donor. I rolled over and took some heavy breaths as I waited to hear from her on how I did. My patience lasted around half as long as I did. \"Well? How did I do?\"\n\n\nShe sighed, clearly not wanting to admit how good I was. \"I've had worse. You pass, I guess. Honestly, you're lucky I'm an easy girl with no standards.\" \n\n\nClassic Jessica showing her love by not letting me have a single win in my life. That's fine, I would force it out of her. \"Better than Brad?\"\n\n\nShe rolled her eyes, but nodded. \"I suppose. There's a reason our relationship didn't survive me losing my virginity.\"\n\n\nI raised my arms and cheered. I smacked Jessica's ass as hard as I could and took my victory lap around the house with her chasing her after me. I ended up bumping into mom and dad, who decided that they were very interested in hearing what we got up to no matter how many times we insisted that it was nothing worth making a fuss about.\n\n\nI might not actually get to fuck Jessica again."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The adventuring party was surprised to find their missing team member via wedding invite - more so that they getting married to a monster girl. And the marriage ceremony was beyond anything they imagined. | [
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"content": "\"Oh my God, you guys made it!\"\n\nAurelia eagerly hugged the members of her old party one by one. As Lomax the halfling gasped for air under Aurelia's affectionate assault, Ingrid the dragonborn laughed and said, \"It's nice to know our old sorceress is alive and kicking. And look at you in that dress! You're absolutely radiant!\"\n\nAurelia spun around and flared out her dress with a grin. \"I know! God, you should have seen Koro's face when I showed her the dress. But we can talk later. You guys gotta get to your seats, the ceremony's about to start!\"\n\nAurelia aggressively nudged her friends over to their seats before running off. Just as Mog the orc settled into his chair, the sounds of violins filled the air. Aurelia walked forward slowly as a muscular woman who utterly towered over her approached from the other end of the altar, her red skin contrasting the white dress trailing behind her. Once the two were inches away from each other, an oni priest cleared his throat and began to speak.\n\n\"Friends, family, and those blessed few who walk the line between both. On this day, these two souls have decided to commit themselves to one another, and assembled you all to bear witness. Upon this threshold, I ask the both of you: do you take the woman standing before you as your wife?\"\n\nWith the biggest, most genuine smiles possible, Aurelia and Koro replied, \"Yes.\"\n\nThe priest nodded and announced to the crowd, \"They are now as one!\" The crowd applauded as Koro pulled Aurelia in for a kiss. As Mog utterly failed to hide the fact he was bawling his eyes out, Zan the tabaxi leaned over to Lomax and Ingrid to whisper, \"Does anyone else think it's weird the ceremony was so short--\"\n\n*RRRRRIIIPPP!*\n\nZan was cut off by Koro ripping the clothes off of both her and Aurelia, resulting in a massive red cock to reveal its position between the former's legs. With a delighted squeak, Aurelia slid the speckled garter off of her leg. In an instant, the garter transformed into a collar and leash, which Aurelia snapped onto Koro's neck. Koro licked her lips as she lifted Aurelia's legs above her head and speared her onto the head of her massive cock.\n\nAurelia cried out in joy immediately as Koro started thrusting into her, keeping a tight grip on the leash the whole way through. The crowd watched on regardless, the other oni completely unbothered by the sight, and Aurelia's party absolutely gobsmacked. In between horny mewls, Aurelia gasped out, \"More more more more *moooooorrrrrrreee*!!!!\"\n\nAfter almost twenty minutes of thrusting, Koro grunted, \"F--fuck, Aurelia, I'm gonna--gonna--\"\n\nAurelia yanked on the leash to pull Koro close and cry out, \"Do it! DO IT! Every last fucking drop in me! EVERY LAST ONE!\"\n\nWith a roar, Koro blew her load inside Aurelia, who screamed in pure, unbridled ecstasy. Once Koro couldn't cum anymore, she fell to one knee as Aurelia dismounted her. With leash still in hand and legs shaking uncontrollably, Aurelia kissed Koro again, this time with lewd moaning and far more use of the tongue. With lips still locked, Koro lifted Aurelia into a bridal carry and started walking down the aisle.\n\nOnce Aurelia saw they were at the row with her old party, she tapped Koro on the shoulder. Koro stopped, giving Aurelia the opportunity to say, \"You probably want to know what this was.\"\n\nLomax, eyes frozen in a widened state after witnessing the most confusingly hot thing he'd ever seen, replied, \"Just a bit.\"\n\nKoro blushed as she replied, \"Well, in oni culture, if lovers decide they want children prior to getting married, it's customary to publicly impregnate the partner who's going to carry the child. It's proof of your commitment.\"\n\nLomax nodded. \"And the collar?\"\n\n\"Another tradition. The partner who proposes is asked to wear a collar as a sign they're not looking to control their lover.\"\n\nAurelia nuzzled into her wife's embrace and purred, \"Come on, baby. I wanna feed you wedding cake already.\"\n\nWith a joyous grin, Koro did as her wife asked and happily strolled off to the reception. As she watched the pair practically slow dance out of the room, Ingrid remarked, \"God, I hope one of these oni is single.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Give me some ENF (Embarassed Naked Female) Prompts | [
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"content": "Oh I’ve got many I’ve posted over the year\n\nthe 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\n as 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. [reference image](https://www.reddit.com/r/boxofhentai/comments/xymvb2/her_boss_made_her_way_a_new_waitress_outfit_the/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)\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. [Based on this](https://www.reddit.com/r/HentaiForcedOrgasms/comments/tfx8l5/a_knight_on_a_walk_of_humiliation/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf)\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: She smirks as she looks up at you. “Trust me, this won’t take long. The longest anyone’s ever lasted was one minute, forty five seconds… good luck.” | [
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"content": "(*Part 1... don't worry, I won't let you lascivious folks go without a proper show.*)\n\n=\n\nShe trailed a lazy finger along the length of his penis, a suggestive accompaniment that followed the brush of her hand against his testicles and the light, feathery brush of her lips on his scrotum mere seconds earlier.\n\n\"Trust me. This won't take long,\" Marlene murmured, the bold and teasing tone of her voice backed up by something equally bold a moment later—a light flick of her tongue on his frenulum. \"The longest it took for anyone to cum in my mouth was a minute and forty-five.\"\n\nAnother kiss, this time pressed to the flesh of his thigh, sending electric jolts through him. \"Maybe you should pray you'll get lucky and shoot before a minute's up.\"\n\nHe found his voice, although it came out in a squeak. \"I'm not sure this is a good idea.\"\n\nMarlene looked up with a smirk, cupping his manhood as she crawled a little higher up his prone body, just enough to whisper in his ear. \n\n\"Don't you want your big brother's girl to suck your balls dry?\"\n\nShe emphasized *balls* with a gentle squeeze to said parts, rolling them in her hand. 'You want it. *I* want it. He *likes* the idea. I think we can all... *cum* out pretty happy with this, Alex.\"\n\nAlex shook his wrists, rattling the restraints locking him in place to his bed. \"You guys needing to cuff me doesn't make that convincing.\"\n\nMarlene started kissing down his body in answer. \"We cuffed you because it's *hot*. I think you'll love it too, once you let the little brain take over.\"\n\n\"Ngh...\" Alex moaned, as her lips returned to the vicinity of his groin, kissing his tip that to his embarrassment, was beginning to leak milky drops of precum. The fog of growing arousal in his head made it hard to think as well.\n\n\"Give in,\" she murmured, her hand stroking his penis, tugging the foreskin of his shaft back and forth slowly and languidly. His body, it seemed, was way less abashed with his current predicament, as more precum leaked out of him, Marlene eliciting a confession of desire with every lewd touch.\n\nAgainst that most intimate of inquisitors, as wrong as it seemed for his brother's girlfriend to restrain him in his sleep then seduce him into sex when he woke up, all because they had a cuckold-and-sharing kink going on... the odds were stacked to begin with. He never had a chance, even knowing the video recorder on his study table would furtively record everything.\n\nAnd it wasn't like he hadn't spent lonely nights doing what her hands now did to him, pondering how Marlene might look like beneath that lacy black top and plaid skirt, skin bare except for those thigh highs...\n\nHe crumbled.\n\n\"Okay,\" he breathed out, a tiny gasp of surrender. \"Let's do it.\"\n\nHe should have been surprised, stunned at the speed which which her lips flew to his penis, kissing the tip and glans before gently opening and taking him in, but he was too far gone by then.\n\nAll he could perceive was the delicate flicks of her tongue around him, the warmth of her mouth, the bobbing of her head as her dark blonde hair fell about her, almost seeming to hide their little indiscretion from the recorder's watching eye.\n\nIn feverish moments, Marlene continued to jerk her head, one hand massaging his balls, coaxing more seed to bubble out of him. The other traced lines and circles along the skin of his thighs, idle symbols of desire that enflamed him even more. The tip of her tongue sought his most tender spots, pinpointed by the sound of his moans, then took him apart until he was nothing but sensation, thrusting thoughtlessly into her mouth untll he seized, tensed up and let the familiar sensation of orgasm take him, and his semen flooded her mouth in hot spurts. \n\nEven then, she continued to bob until the pleasure became too much, and he begged her in a ragged voice to stop. \"Please... no more.\"\n\nMarlene extricated herself from him, looked at him with a slight smirk as she swallowed, then wiped her mouth and licked at the trail of stray seed that'd leaked out, as Alex experienced spending himself into a woman for the first time. She checked her phone. \"Not bad. You lasted over a minute.\"\n\nAnother light flutter of her lips on his tip, before her tongue furtively darted out, collecting the bit of seed pooling on it. \"Good boy. You taste milder than your brother too. I like it.\"\n\nAlex groaned. Now that his moment of lust was fading, the embarrassment was flooding back in full force. \"Please don't mention my brother just now.\"\n\nShe giggled. \"You're so shy. It's not like you're doing it with him.\" She scooted up his body again, sitting on his chest. \"Also, we...\" she purred, every word punctuated with a poke to his chest for emphasis, \"...are not done.\"\n\nIt took a moment for her words to sink in. \"But I just came!\"\n\n\"You don't need a penis for this. It will take longer than a minute and forty-five though...\"\n\nBefore Alex could protest, she positioned herself above his face, then sat on him, her plaid skirt an impromptu stage curtain that masked the next part of their erotic play—and the half-hearted protests that died down when her drenched pussy brushed against his lips."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CW] Describe, in as great detail as you can, the first 30 seconds of penetration. Any form of penetration you'd like, but only from entry up to the 3rd stroke. | [
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"content": "She grunted in frustration, as her previous two orgasms from his non-penetrative ministrations only whetted her appetite for more... but she was tied securely to a Saint Andrew's Cross, unable to even thrust her hips. \n\nShe can feel his tip rising and falling slightly to his breathing, gently brushing against her clit each time. Or did she just imagine that? \n\nThen he slowly entered her... Then stopped. \n\nShe groaned as he withdrew. \n\nHe suckled her nipples, then kissed her to silence her groans. \n\nHe then entered her again. Just as shallow. \n\n\"Stop teasing!\" She growled as she struggled in her bonds. \n\nHe pushed in a little deeper, then stopped again. \n\n\"ARGH!\" she growled again, as she strained to have more of him inside her. \n\nThen she felt something pressed against her clit, even as he pushed a little deeper. \n\nThen a little more. \n\nThen a little more. \n\nThen the vibrations started. \n\nHis hands grabbed her hips to press them closer, to make sure she cannot escape the vibrations against her core, even as he filled her. \n\nHer next growl caught in her throat. She can feel her climax coming. \n\nShe wanted to scream in pleasure, but his lips closed over hers. \n\nThen her mind was overloaded with her most intense orgasm ever."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Her party dress was enchanted, and changed its form to fit her needs. Apparently it's decided she needs to get laid, because it's only getting sluttier as the night goes on. | [
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"content": "Jessica had always known that her party dress was special. It was a beautiful, flowy dress with a subtle shimmer that caught the light in just the right way. But what really set it apart was the fact that it was enchanted, able to change its form to fit her needs. And tonight, it seemed like her dress had decided that she needed to get laid.\n\nAt first, Jessica didn't notice anything different about her dress. She arrived at the party feeling confident and beautiful, excited to catch up with her friends and dance the night away. But as the night wore on, she couldn't help but feel like her dress was getting...sexier.\n\nThe neckline plunged lower and lower, showing off more and more of her cleavage. The hemline crept up higher and higher, revealing more of her long, toned legs. And the fabric seemed to cling to her curves in a way that was almost indecent.\n\nAs Jessica made her way through the party, she couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. She had never been one to dress provocatively, but she couldn't deny that the attention she was getting was thrilling. Men and women alike were checking her out, their eyes lingering on her exposed skin.\n\nAt one point, Jessica found herself chatting with a handsome guy she had never met before. He was tall and muscular, with short-cropped hair and a charming smile. They talked and laughed for a while, and as the conversation turned flirtatious, Jessica couldn't help but notice that her dress seemed to be getting even sluttier.\n\n[The neckline now plunged almost to her belly button, barely covering her breasts. The hemline had risen to the point where it was more of a belt than a skirt. And the fabric was so thin that it was practically sheer, leaving little to the imagination.](https://i.imgur.com/gNZC9Cq.jpg)\n\n\"I can't believe how amazing you look,\" the guy said, his eyes raking over her body. \"That dress is incredible.\"\n\nJessica blushed, feeling a sudden surge of arousal. She had never been one for one-night stands, but something about the way this guy was looking at her was making her feel wild and reckless.\n\n\"Thanks,\" she said, smiling up at him. \"It's an enchanted dress. It changes to fit my needs.\"\n\nThe guy raised an eyebrow. \"And what exactly are your needs right now?\"\n\nJessica shrugged, feeling a little daring. \"I don't know. Maybe to have some fun.\"\n\nThe guy grinned. \"I can definitely help with that.\"\n\nAs he leaned in to kiss her, Jessica couldn't help but feel like her dress was egging her on. It was almost like it was encouraging her to be bold and adventurous, to indulge in her desires without shame or inhibition.\n\nAnd as she lost herself in the moment, the enchanted dress shifted and changed, becoming more and more revealing with each passing second. But for the first time in her life, Jessica didn't care. She was having too much fun to worry about anything else.\n\nAs they left the party and made their way to his house, Jessica's heart was racing with anticipation. She had never been with a guy she barely knew before, but there was something about him that made her feel alive.\n\n\"So, tell me about yourself,\" he said, taking her hand as they walked.\n\n\"Well, I'm a marketer,\" she replied. \"I know it sounds boring, but I love it. I get to be creative and analytical at the same time.\"\n\n\"That sounds pretty cool,\" he said. \"I'm a software engineer. It's not as exciting as it sounds, but it pays the bills.\"\n\nJessica laughed. \"I'm sure it's more exciting than you think. You're probably building things that I can't even imagine.\"\n\nThey arrived at his house and he kissed her again, his hands running up and down her back. Jessica felt a surge of desire as she realized just how much she wanted him.\n\nHer dress had changed yet again, now barely covering her body at all. The fabric was so sheer that it might as well have not been there at all, leaving her feeling completely exposed and vulnerable.\n\n\"Wow,\" he said, looking at her hungrily. \"You look amazing.\"\n\nJessica blushed, feeling her cheeks grow warm. \"Thanks. It's my dress. It's kind of enchanted.\"\n\n\"Enchanted?\" he repeated, raising an eyebrow. \"You'll have to tell me more about that later.\"\n\nThey made their way to the bedroom, his hands roaming over her body as they kissed. Jessica felt a rush of euphoria as she realized that she was completely comfortable with him.\n\nHe undressed her slowly, his hands lingering over every curve of her body. Jessica moaned softly as he explored her, feeling a heady mixture of pleasure and excitement.\n\nAs they made love, Jessica felt like she was in a dream. His touch was gentle and tender, and she felt like he was seeing her for who she truly was.\n\nShe arched her back, crying out in pleasure as he brought her to orgasm. He kissed her softly, his arms wrapped tightly around her.\n\n\"You're amazing,\" he whispered in her ear. \"I've never felt like this with anyone before.\"\n\nJessica felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. She had never felt so euphoric, so alive. In that moment, she knew that she had found someone special.\n\nAs they lay in each other's arms, Jessica knew that she had made the right choice. She had followed her heart, and it had led her to him.\n\n\"I love you,\" she whispered, feeling vulnerable but safe in his embrace.\n\n\"I love you too,\" he replied, holding her tightly. \"I'm so glad you came into my life.\"\n\nAnd as they drifted off to sleep, Jessica knew that she had found the happiness she had always been searching for."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: you invited a cute homeless girl to crash on your couch on the rainy nights. Tonight she wants to show you some gratitude. | [
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"content": "She has been sleeping in the entrance way to my apartment building for over a month. She is maybe five foot four, with black hair that is colored bright pink on the under layers. A round face that makes me think she is innocent. A few piercings - nose, ears and eyebrows. A well worn leather jacket that is too big for her - probably a second hand store buy. Ripped jeans and a vintage Metallica t-shirt with runners so old they have no threads left. \n\nI walked past her with a deliberate blind eye for a while - but there was something about her - I found I wanted to engage, wanted to talk, wanted to understand her. \n\nIn the mornings I started giving her a sandwich in a ziplock bag on my way to work. A few bucks when I got home from work. On cool nights I would bring her a hot chocolate or a tea. \n\nShe was stand offish - but I bet that comes with living on the street. \n\nA few weeks ago it was pouring rain. Not the usual cats and dogs - no - that nasty horizontal rain that only comes with epic winds. She was huddled in the corner - sheltering as best as she could. Shivering and drenched. \n\nI opened the security door and paused - looking at this open misery. \n\n“Come on,” I said. “Come crash on my couch. This rain will be the death of you.” She was hesitant but she came with me. \n\n“Stay here. I will get you a towel and some dry clothes,” I said as we entered my apartment. By time I got a towel and a few odds and ends that might fit her she was standing in a puddle with chattering teeth. \n\n“Why don’t you dry off and change in here?” I said showing her to the bathroom. \n\nA few minutes later she came out. Her hair was frizzy and messy - her pink layers clearly showing. My t-shirt was down to her mid thighs and the sweat pants were huge on her. It was adorable. \n\n“Toss your stuff in the drier,” I said pointing to the laundry room. \n\nWhen she came back she sat at the eating bar and gave me a tight little smile. \n\n“Thanks,” she whispered. \n\n“Hungry?” Her eyes lit up. “How about we order some pizza? What’s your favourite?”\n\n“Hawaiian,” she said with a smile. \n\n“Pineapple on pizza? My God! What kind of crazy person did I invite into my house?” She chuckled. I ordered a small pepperoni and a large Hawaiian. \n\nShe ate like a line backer. I could not believe how much pizza she packed away. Piece after piece just kept disappearing into this tiny girl. \n\nWe watched some tv. Then I made a nest for her on the couch. Blankets. Pillows. I even found an old teddy bear. \n\n“Goodnight”\n\n“Goodnight,” she whispered. \n\nWhen I got up in the morning she was gone. The blankets were folded neatly. The pillows stacked. The clothes I had lent her folded on top. \n\nWhen I left the building that morning she was back in her spot. \n\n“Surprised you were gone so early,” I said to her with a smile. \n\n“It was too soft,” she said with a shrug. “Thank-you. It has been forever since I had pizza… and a pillow.”\n\nI chatted with her more and more. I would bring her Hawaiian pizza sometimes. I learned that her name was Willow. She had been on the streets since she was fifteen. She wouldn’t say why. I tried not to press her on it. \n\nThe snow fell early that year. Late October. Wasn’t even Halloween yet. She was covered in half an inch of snow when I got home from work. \n\nI held the door open. “Come on in, Willow. You can’t sleep in the snow.” She looked up at me with big puppy dog eyes - shivering in the cold. I held out a hand and helped her up. \n\nShe couldn’t stop chattering. Her fingers were blue. I just shook my head at the horror of it. \n\n“Go take a hot shower. It will warm you up faster than anything else. I will find you some fresh clothes.” She just nodded and headed to the bathroom. \n\nI ordered in some pho soup and noodles. \n\nWe ate in near silence. I couldn’t get over how quiet she was. She would only answer in one or two words - she never volunteered anything. \n\nThat night she slept on the floor by the couch. She was still sleeping when I left for work. \n\nWhen I got home she was back in her corner shivering. \n\n“Willow,” I said disapprovingly, “what are you doing?” I held the door open and my hand out. She smiled - took my hand - and came up to my apartment. \n\nI tried to cook us some supper. Hamburger helper and garlic bread. It was nasty but it was hot. She ate it up. \n\n“You can stay as long as you want,” I said as we did dishes. I found that I really meant it. I liked having her around. “Sleeping in the snow will be the death of you. You can stay here - if you want.”\n\nShe smiled and blushed. \n\nThat night I came home and she had cooked supper. Broiled chicken with Caesar salad and cubed potatoes. It was amazing. \n\nAnd that was how life went. She slept on the floor by the couch. Cooked supper. We watched TV. We went to movies. I took her to her first theatre production. \n\nShe opened up. She talked. She laughed. She was an absolute delight to have around. \n\nThat spring the snow melted fast. The streets were rivers of muck and slush for about two weeks - then it was all dry. \n\nWillow had gotten quiet over the last couple days of spring melt. She stared out the windows morosely. I asked her about what was bothering her but she never said anything. \n\nOne night, after the streets were dry, she walked into my room after I had gone to bed. She stood there - in stark shadows from the kitchen lights - she slowly pulled off her t-shirt. She dropped her sweat pants. \n\nThe bright light of the kitchen cast her in lights and shadows like a chiaroscuro style painting. One side of her face was brightly lit and the other in shadow. The light illuminated her perky breasts - her nipples casting shadows. The curve of her hip - outlined in the light. She was stunning. \n\nShe crawled into bed beside me. \n\n“What are you doing?” I asked her. \n\n“The snow has melted,” she said sadly, “and… I want to stay.” She kissed me. “I don’t have anything else to offer,” she said sadly as she pressed her body into mine. \n\n“Oh you silly girl,” I wrapped my arms around her. I pulled her into a spooning position. “You can stay. You can stay for as long as you like - doesn’t matter what the weather is. Stay forever. Stay with me - please.”\n\nI felt her melt into my arms. Like the tension of spring had just released. I pulled her closer. We fell asleep - warm and content - wrapped in each other’s arms."
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"content": "So, um, this got a little dark, I guess. But hey, I guess that how it goes with a story that starts with the summoning of the forces of hell, right? ;)\n\n----\n\n\"Bed so soon, sweet one? Or did you want – something else?\"\n\nThe pillow soared through the air with a swish, and hit the tall woman true, right in her dark pink-skinned face. As the pink, frilly throw fell to the ground, it revealed a wicked grin playing over her ruby red lips, her glittering emerald eyes framed by jet black eyebrows falling hungrily on Alice. With a throw of her long, lazily curling hair, she stepped up to the bed, narrow hooves on the end of long, slender legs clicking against the hardwood floor.\n\n\"You would like it rough, is that what you are trying to tell me?\"\n\nWhen she grinned, her white teeth shon like pearls between her pillowy lips, and the way she crinkled her button nose made Alice want to hit her with a brick.\n\n\"What I'm trying to tell you\", Alice said with all the patience she could muster, \"is that I would _like_ for you to _fuck off!_\"\n\nThe succubus sat down on the edge of the bed, and ran her slender fingers through Alice's long red hair, pulling it back to reveal her pale neck covered in dense freckles. When she laid her own green eyes on the demon, their glittering intensity and emerald sheen rivalled the succbus' own. As the demon spoke, the other dark pink hand with its jet black nails went to Alice's waist, and slipped up under her tank top.\n\n\"Is that a way for a mistress to speak to her pet?\"\n\nA pair of gentle bit firm fingers closed around Alice's nipple, tweaking at it lightly.\n\n\"Why would you summon me if not to use me?\"\n\nAlice grabbed her wrist and pried her hand off herself.\n\n\"I didn't _summon_ you. Well, not on purpose. I was looking to summon a –\"\n\nShe sighed.\n\n\"What I was doing is not really at issue. I didn't summon you, is my point.\"\n\nShe let the hand go and tumbled backwards onto her back. The demon placed her rebuked hand on her own large breast instead, tweaking at her own dark red nipple pierced with a heavy golden ring.\n\n\"I had not expected some interminally horny hellbitch to show up, and frankly, I'm not a huge fan of the concept now that you're here.\"\n\nThe succubus let go of herself and placed her hand on Alice's thigh, sliding it slowly up under her skirt.\n\n\"But I can show you such pleasures, my sweet mistress.\"\n\nAlice slapped the demon's hand away and rolled over to her end table, where she produced a sleek vibrator from her toy drawer. She shoved it in the succubus' face.\n\n\"This is how I get my pleasures, and I'm well satisfied with it. Here's an idea, how about you try it, you can use it to _fuck yourself!_\"\n\nThe demon hefted the vibrator in her hand, then held it up between slender fingers to inspect it carefully.\n\n\"How does it work?\"\n\nAlice gave a weary, drawn out sigh, thinking back to whispered warnings from her coven about the dangers of trying to summon demons and other pit spawn. Oh, how she'd laughed.\n\n\"You turn the dial on the bottom to turn it on –\", she explained wearily, and the demon did, turning it up to full. \"Then you shove it up your ass –\", Alice continued, all out of patience, and with a scream she concluded, \"– _and get fucked!_\"\n\nThe demon only giggled at her outburst. \"Or perhaps I should help my sweet mistress out with it instead?\" she said with another brickable grin.\n\n\"No thank you.\" Alice said as she rolled out of bed and stepped into the ensuite, slamming the door behind her. After a shower, she stepped back out into the bed and found that the succubus had not gotten fucked as she was bid, but was instead sprawled out on her stomach on the bed, digging through Alice's toy drawer. The vibrator still lay on the bed, humming along happily.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" Alice asked flatly.\n\n\"Seeing what my sweet mistress likes that I may serve her to her pleasure, of course.\" the demon said with a grin, holding up a pair of handcuffs covered with long tiger print fur, one cuff dangling from an outstretched finger. \"And I'm glad to see you feel ready to receive my service.\"\n\nAlice was still naked and a little damp from the shower, but she was in no mood for the demon's shenanigans. She dried an errant droplet of water from her breast before it could fall from her soft, pink nipple, and discarded the towel at her feet.\n\n\"Those are fun, actually, how about I show you?\"\n\n\"Oh!\" the demon squealed with joy. \"Please, mistress, do!\"\n\nAlice snatched the handcuffs from their precarious perch and quickly secured the demon's hands behind her back. When she had sat herself at the head of the bed, she placed both her slender feet against the succubus's soft skin and heaved, kicking the demon to the floor with a loud crash.\n\n\"Ah!\" the succubus complained. \"Is this when the fun begins?\"\n\n\"That was plenty fun for me.\" Alice said with a shrug. \"Now shut up.\"\n\n\"Oh\", the demon lamented, \"I suppose I'd expected something more –\"\n\nAlice cut her off.\n\n\"Something more what?\"\n\nAngrily she got up, and grabbed the bound demon bodily. Her small wings and blunt horns poking through her hair made it difficult to find a comfortable grip, but she managed to lift her back into bed, after a fashion. When she was up, Alice propped her up on her knees and slipped her chained arms in between her folded legs, and grabbed the still-buzzing vibrator from the bed.\n\n\"Something more _what_, bitch?\" she hissed, as the demon moaned quietly.\n\n\"Just, something more – _ah!_\"\n\nGrabbing a fistfull of demon hair with one hand, Alice plunged the vibrator into the demon's ass with the other, burying it to the hilt.\n\n\"Something more like this?\"\n\nThe demon only moaned incoherently.\n\n\"Fine, then, you insufferable hellslut. If this is what you want, please let me oblige.\" She stepped away from the demon, leaving the vibrator where it sat. \"Don't go anywhere.\"\n\nQuick on her feet, Alice traipsed off into the bathroom, where she collected a roll of medical tape from the cabinet. When she returned to the bed, the vibrator was slipping out, so she pulled several long strips from the roll and secured it, keeping it as deep as she could. When she was done, she pulled another couple of toys from her drawer. The first was a love egg with a DX motor, which she slipped up the demon's cunt and turned to full. The other she showed her first.\n\n\"This is a gift I got from a friend as a goof.\" she explained as she shoved the massive vibrator in the demon's face. \"Four –\", she started, snapping her fingers in front of the succubus' face to regain her attention, \"_four_ nine volt batteries in this puppy. It's a god damned jackhammer in disguise. And see this neat groove? Keeps it in place all on its own.\" She turned it up to full as well, and shoved it up the demon cunt to the hilt, letting the clever design of it keep it in place. \"Can't get it out without use of your hands, isn't that great?\"\n\nThe demon nodded and moaned incoherently. Alice strode over to a closet and pulled it open, and from within she collected a strap on harness with a cock hanging from it that looked like it had left some horse feeling disappointed with his lot in life.\n\n\"I have _wonderful_ friends.\" Alice mused as she strapped it on. \"They are _the best_ at picking out goofy novelty gifts, like this one, and the one you're currently enjoying. I think she secretly wanted me to play with her with it, but I _also_ think she might be overestimating her own – let's call it 'prowess'.\"\n\nWith a grin, Alice placed the tip of the horsecock on the demon's lips. \"Of course, that's no concern for a pitspawn cunt like yourself, is it?\" she said, guiding the strap on with one hand and parting the demon's lips with the other. \"I hope you don't need to breathe or anything.\" she said with a shrug, as she shoved it down the demon's throat, burying it to the backplate, as she grabbed her jet black hair with both hands and held on tight.\n\nFor half an hour, Alice set to fucking her raw, as the demon lay sputtering, trembling and giving gagged and muffled screams of orgasm after agonising orgasm, until the batteries in the vibrator up the dark pink ass finally gave out.\n\nAs Alice withdrew from the demon's mouth, she gave a final, drawn out gasp and scream of forced pleasure, and toppled over onto her side. As she undid the straps of the harness and let it clatter to the floor, she looked down at the demon reproachfully.\n\n\"There\", she said evenly, \"I have my pleasure from you. You are dismissed. Feel free to take my toys with you to whatever deep dank hell you are vanishing off to.\"\n\nThe demon panted incoherently up at her.\n\n\"Sweet mistress – the summoners contract – _aaaah!_\"\n\nAnother orgasm ripping through her body cut her off.\n\n\"_What contract!?_\" Alice protested.\n\n\"– permanent bondage – _uhn_ – in the – _ahn_ – contract...\"\n\n\"Are you trying to tell me I _accidentally_ summoned a succubus and _permanently_ bound her horny ass to my service? I wouldn't even know how to do that on fucking _purpose_!\"\n\nThe demon nodded, shuddering and panting incoherently. Defeated, Alice sat down heavily on the bed and kicked the demon off to land on the floor with another crash. With a heavy sigh she reached over to the other end table and got her weed out of its drawer, along with her ornate glass pipe in the shape of a cock. She briefly considered her friends' choices in gifts and toys. \"You're a fucking riot, Elli.\" she muttered darkly to herself as she lit up.\n\n\"Fine then.\" she said more clearly. \"For now you can stay down there until the rest of the batteries run out, by your mistress' command.\"\n\nMuffled gurgles and pants of assent came from the floor.\n\nAlice ripped deep from her bong and sat quietly for a while. Finally she filled the room with a large puff of smoke.\n\n\"And if I'm stuck with you\", she added, \"I hope you're at least better with a gaming controller than you are at sucking cock.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your partner brings home a new toy. It's a bottle of pills, that after taking one, temporarily changes something about your body. Each pill is random and may contain a mild aphrodisiac. | [
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"content": "“They just don’t seem safe,” I scolded, examining the white-labeled bottle in my hand. My fiancé, Anna, stood in front of me with a little pout. “I mean, those all-natural stores don’t always sell the safest-for-consumption products.” Anna snatched the bottle out of my hand and twisted off the lid.\n\n“Well, if you aren’t going to try them first then I will!” She shook out a pill and popped it into her mouth. My mouth sort of just gaped in worry as she swallowed it down. Looking back at me, she stuck out her tongue.\n\n“Well, are you feeling anything? Aren’t these supposed to be fast-acting?”\n\n“Not really, Sean. Maybe my finger is a little longer? Is my ass any bigger yet?” She turned away from me and stuck her butt out.\n\n“Not really,” I repeated. I reached for the bottle and took one out. “Well if you’re going down this rabbit hole I might as well join you.” I swallowed the encapsulated enigma while Anna watched curiously. “It might also just take a while to take effect,” I added.\n\nWe sat there for about ten minutes before I decided to call it quits. If anything the pill had made me feel a bit of a stirring in my dick, but nothing I had to take care of. “Looks like you got ripped off again, babe.” I turned to leave when I heard her call me back.\n\n“No, wait! Sean! Sean, come look at this!” I 180 to face her and see her showing me her hand. Her skin was turning pink, and not just pink like a bad sunburn, but pink like a teenage-girl’s room! “Haha! I told you, Sean! They work!”\n“What the hell, Anna! We thould go to the hothpital!” Before I even knew it my tongue had grown really long and snake-like. Anna saw it and broke down laughing.\n\n“Hahaha! Sean your fucking tongue looks like a fruit roll-up!”\n\n“Thtop! Thith ith theriouth!” I tried slurping my tongue back into my mouth but it wouldn’t go. Anna was howling with laughter, her entire body now pink. I had to eventually wait out the drug in order for my tongue to go back into my mouth. The effect seemed to last around 15 minutes and my tongue went back to it’s normal length. Meanwhile, Anna slowly faded back to her regular skin-tone.\n\nWe spent the next few hours taking turns to see how the pills would effect each of us. There didn’t seem to be any limit to what these pills could do, as many different parts of our bodies changed in weird ways. “Some of these are just creepy,” Anna muttered lost in a trance from watching her elongated fingers flop about in front of her and slowly return to normal.\n“My turn,” I said, getting ready to down another capsule. While it seemed every bodily change lasted around 15 minutes, I couldn’t help but feel increasingly turned on with each pill. Looking at Anna, the pills seemed to be affecting her in the same sort of way. She squirmed around some, and would rub her legs together. Her breathing was getting heavier each minute and she would constantly look at me, waiting for me to make a move. I stared at the strange pill in my hand ready to see what part of me would change next when Anna stopped my hand.\n\n“Let’s do more than one,” she proposed. Anna shook out more into my hand until there were about a dozen. She poured out just as many, if not more.\n\n“This doesn’t seem sa-“\n\n“We’ll take them together on 3,” Anna interrupted. Not wanting to disappointed her I nodded in agreement. Her arm locked around mine. Then, she took a deep breath and started to count. “1… 2… 3!” Our hands swung up towards our mouths and the pills disappeared. Anna choked a little trying to swallow them all, but managed them down. I wasn’t really sure how this was going to change either of us, but my dick aching pretty badly. Anna’s legs started to shake and she collapsed to the ground with a squeal.\n\n“Are you okay!?” I shouted, trying to grab her.\n\nHer body leaned up against mine and she whispered into my ear. “I think I need your dick inside me,” she giggled. Her hand guided mine down her shorts where I could feel her soaked panties. I let my fingers rub her wet lips through her panties and she gasped. I carried her over to our couch and set her down so I could take her clothes off, but almost immediately her body started to change. Her breasts and thighs were growing to enormous proportions! Her shirt got tighter and tighter as her breasts became overflowing in her bra and snapped it. “This is the best one yet!” she exclaimed, excited about her growing boobs and ass. \n\nShe sat up and started fumbling with my jeans, trying to fish my dick out. I hadn’t felt much different myself but then I saw my dick. It was at least twice the size it normally was! Anna stared at it with wide eyes like a child at a candy store and started taking it into her mouth. She took my dick as far into her mouth as it could go, which wasn’t that much of it. It also seemed to me that while she was sucking her mouth kept morphing, changing and contracting around my dick. Was this a side effect of the drug?\n\nMy dick popped out of Anna’s mouth and she leaned back into the couch. “Put it in me!” she squealed in delight. Her massive thighs were spread apart, but her tight, small shorts were going to be difficult to remove. To my surprise, my arms grew in size (and strength) so I reached down and literally ripped off her shorts and panties. With my new-found strength I was able to pick her up by her ass and let her down on my shaft. She was more than happy to be impaled on my love-stick. She slid down all the way onto me, filling herself up. I, meanwhile, started to knead her big beautiful ass between my hands and fingers, squeezing and pulling it all around. Her breathing quickened as she started to bounce up and down on top of me while I thrust up into her. “Oooooh, yeah! Fuck me, fuck me!” she repeatedly screamed. Her hands gripped my shoulders, and I could feel her individual fingers morph shape and size under the effects of the drug. My hands worked their way around her ass, up her thighs, and onto her boobs, still trapped by her shirt. I pushed her shirt up and let her boobs hang free. My hands squeezed her breasts and pinched and pulled her nipples. She was gasping for breath as I started to thrust into her over and over. With each pump into her, her skin changed to a different tone.\n\n“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she yelped. I could feel her thick legs wrap around my torso as the heat inside her grew with every bounce. Her pussy lips gripped my dick as she slid on and off me. Faster. She bounced faster and faster on top of me until it was so much that I couldn’t take it anymore. I was ready to explode inside of her. Almost as if on cue, she told me “I want to feel you cum inside me.” I gave the rest of my strength to my last few thrusts, and in unison we reached climax. I felt my balls empty as my thick seed sprayed all inside her and reached her deepest parts. Her pussy clamped around my dick making sure to suck out every last drop. I pumped into her a few more times for posterity’s sake. \tHer whole body collapsed on top of me as she tried to catch her breath. Slowly, she reached down and started to pull my dick out of her. My cum ran out of her wetness and dribbled down her legs as she climbed off of me and landed on the couch next to me. My body was totally exhausted, and couldn’t even move. I could still feel the drugs working though, as my body changed in mysterious ways.\n\n“Okay, you win. That *was* a great purchase,” I announced. I chuckled and looked over to see how she was doing. Her back was against mine and I couldn’t really see her face. She started to giggle.\n\n“It’s still a great purchase!” she replied. “I hope you’re ready for round 2, though.” She shifted her body around and showed me her newest side-effect, a long, girthy erection. \n\n*****\n\nSorry for quality. I'm a little rusty, as it's been a while since I've written anything like this."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Succubi Cumpetition | [
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"content": "This years Grand Tournament was outstanding. The stands had never been so packed, they would talk about the opening ceremony for years to come. Thirteen incubi riding motorcycles had rode in formation, with chained satyrs in tow. The great torch had been extinguished when each of the contestants stepped forwards to take hold of their chosen satyr and milk their throbbing erections to orgasm into the flames.\n \nSam, Phil, and Barb were watching the escapades unfold, from their favorite bar. Sammael was the oldest of the sullen succubi trio. Philotanus considered this irrelevant, as she was much taller than Sam. Barbas busied herself with some mortal device she’d stolen and did her best not to succumb to the squabbling.\n \n“If I was there, there wouldn’t even be a competition. Anyone can milk a cock, I bet none of these teams even have a halfway decent edging schedule!” Sam declared, as she downed half of her beer.\n \n“You act like the whole game is edging. I bet you can’t even name one supplement.” Phil contested as she waved her hand for another round. “And besides that, you suck at hand-jobs.”\n \n“What?!” Sam asked, incensed. “Get yours out right here; I’ll have ya gushing in under two minutes.”\n \n“You wish.” Phil scoffed. “What are you going to do, just whip your hand up and down? You have no subtlety.”\n \n“Fuck you! I have a technique, it’s all in how you handle the balls.” Sam retorted.\n \n“I don’t have balls, stupid.” Phil punctuated her insult by flicking her fellow succubi in the nipple. Sam’s maille bikini jingled.\n \n“Would you two cut it out!” Barb ordered, exasperated.\n \n“What, are you trying to watch these fucking hacks at work?” Sam replied, gesturing at the television..\n \n“Yeah, who wants to see those hacks fuck anyway, we should change it.” Phil agreed.\n \n“Give me a break, you both know as well as I do that the competition wouldn’t be worth seeing, as soon as we got denied entry.” Barb said, sullenly.\n \n“We would have topped last year.” Phil said, taking up her fresh drink.\n \n“No we wouldn’t have.” Barb announced. “I would have. You two both go all handsie on the shaft and balls, just leave the bowl on the ground. Fucking amateurs.”\n \nFlabbergasted and furious, Sam and Phil began to bombard Barb with retorts.\n \n“Listen, listen! What you two should have learned in high school, is to bend them over, hold the bowl in your hands from behind them, and get to their prostate with your tongue.” Barbas loosed her bright purple and two foot long tongue from her mouth to finalize her point.\n \n“Put him on his back, make him hold the bowl, and use your dick!” Phil shouted.\n \n“Ladies hi, I’ve been asked by my manager to see if everything’s alright over here?” One of the waitstaff asked timidly.\n \n“How much can you come, Apron-boy?” Sam asked the waiter as she sized him up.\n \n“I- uhm... “ He shot a glance back to his manager's office, the door was closed. “You’re being a little loud, for in the main room.”\n \n“There’s private rooms here?”Phil asked, surprised.\n \n“We’ve been coming here for centuries, how did nobody tell us there are private rooms?” Barb added.\n \n“How much for a private room?” Sammael asked the trembling waiter.\n \nThe waiter gritted his teeth, found his knees coming together slightly, and reminded himself desperately of how well these three tended to tip; as he produced the price sheet. The trio of succubi began to sport evil grins as they looked it, and him over.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a homeowner, and the Seven Deadly Sins moved into your flat. To your surprise, it is not Lust who tries to get into your pants... | [
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"content": "\"Damn, say what you want about Gluttony, but that dude can cook,\" I say as I plop down on the couch next to Sloth. Thank goodness my shorts have an elastic waistband. \n\nI pull the big ottoman close to the couch so Sloth and I can put our feet up. He pulls a comfy blanket over both of us, slowly. I grab the remote. \n\n\"Time for a little SVU.\"\n\nSloth doesn't respond. But I can feel him settle a little further into the couch. Our legs are touching under the blanket. I don't mind, though. Sloth always makes me feel very comfortable. \n\nAfter a while Sloth's head slowly tips over until it is resting gently on my shoulder. His breathing is slow and regular. I don't look down, but I would bet if I did I would see that his eyes were closed. \n\nA deep yawn escapes my lips and my eyes start feeling a little heavy. And that's when I feel Sloth's hand on my thigh. I hadn't noticed, but Sloth had slowly, so slowly, moved his hand under the blanket until it was resting on my thigh. His touch was light and unassuming. Soft and warm. \n\nNow I paid attention to his movement. It was so slow as to be almost imperceptible. Over the course of an hour his hand moved from right above my knee to the top of my thigh. \n\nBy the time I felt his fingers pressing against my panties, the anticipation was driving me crazy. I was struggling to stay still. I didn't want to ruin the momentum, no matter how torturous it was. \n\nMy breathing had quickened. And I had to suppress moans. His fingers deftly, slowly, moved under my panties. The lightest brush of his finger against my naked pussy caused me to start throbbing.\n\nSuddenly I was craving more. So much more. I wanted Sloth to throw me down and fuck me mercilessly. Hard, deep. \n\nAs his finger gently parted my labia and began to dip down into the increasing wetness, I was whimpering. I wanted to push against his hand. To grind against him. But I didn't move. I didn't want to break the spell. \n\nI felt his lips on my neck as he began to slide his finger inside me. The combination of sensations was almost too much. His tongue licking, lips kissing and sucking. His finger filling me. \n\nHe sucked hard on the sensitive skin of my neck. The pressure increasing in tiny increments. His finger, not thrusting in and out of my pussy, but pressing and releasing against my G spot. I was delirious with sensation at this point. \n\nI felt his lips release from my neck. And he brought his mouth to my ear. His breath warm, steady. He whispered, \"Cum... For... Me.\"\n\nMy body exploded as the last syllable crossed his lips. It was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I lost track of time and the orgasm lasted so long, fading out just as slowly as it had built up. \n\nBy the time I was able to form coherent sentences, Sloth was asleep. I whispered, \"Thank you,\" and kissed him gently on the cheek. And then I promptly fell asleep too. \n\nLittle did I know, Lust and Envy had been watching from the doorway. One had a wicked smile on her face. The other grumbled that it wasn't fair and that she should get to cum that hard too. \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A girl finds a magical coin that will grant any sexual wish after flipping it. However, if the coin lands tails, the opposite will occur. | [
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"content": "Alicia was walking down the street one day, and saw a little shop she usually passes by, but hadn't gone in yet. They sell antique odds & ends that people have brought in. Today, a coin caught her eye in the window. There was something different about it... like she had to find out.\n\nShe walks through the door, and the bell chimes behind her. The shop keeper at the cash looks up from her magazine briefly and says.. \"Anything I can help you with, dear?\".\n\n\"Oh.. hi there! yea.. I noticed that coin in the window... would you mind if I took a look?\" Alicia asks.\n\n\"Be right with you!\" The woman says. She places a bookmark in her magazine, straightens her glasses, and walks over to the display. Carefully, she lifts it out of the window and holds it in her hands. \"Ah, this coin.. \" she says, trailing off. \n\n\"What's wrong with it?\" Alicia says.\n\n\"Oh, I'm so rude... I'm Agnes.. and you are?\" \n\n\"Alicia. Nice meeting you Agnes... so, the coin..\"\n\n\"Right! someone brought this thing to us in a bit of a hurry. Something about umm.. uh.. Yes! I remember. They said if you make a naughty wish and flip this coin, heads means it happens, and tails means the opposite happens.\" Alicia was intrigued and was absorbed in the story. Agnes continued on. \"They didn't want anything for it, and I don't believe in these things anyway... and I haven't had a chance to put a price tag on it either.\" Agnes, seeing how interested Alicia was, had an idea. \"... you know.. I haven't had someone so interested in something in a long time... here.. it's on me.. she says holding out her palm with the coin in it.\"\n\n\"Oh! \" Alicia says clearing her throat. \"Really?\"\n\nAgnes motions for her to take it, and Alicia picks it up slowly. \"People don't drop by much, and they're not really into this stuff, anyway.. and you seem lovely.\"\n\n\"Thank you... \" Alicia says.\n\n\"Feel free to have a walk around if you'd like.\" Agnes says.\n\nAfter a few minutes checking things out, and browsing some statuettes, vases, and other trinkets, Alicia leaves the store. \"Thanks for this.. I appreciate it!\" she says as she walks out the door, filled with thoughts about the coin. *So.. anything I want to happen, sexually.. is down to a coin toss?* she thinks to herself. *I need to try this thing out..*\n\nAlicia looks around as other people walk by minding their own business. She notices a clean cut man in a suit coming towards her, and her heart flutters. She bites her lower lip, and mutters... \"i wish he'd just pick me up, and have his way with me...\" Her mind wanders back to the coin, and she flips it. The coin, flipping through the air, makes her nervous as to what might happen. Time slows as it lands back in her hands. Heads.\n\nThe man in the suit comes up to Alicia, and sweeps her off her feet kissing her. He brings her to a hotel nearby, up to a room, and has his way with her. He strips both of them, and kisses Alicia's body softly all the way down and leaving a peck on her clitoris. He grabs her ass, raising it a bit, and starts licking her pussy. He licks her from bottom to top, and gently plays with her clit using his tongue. He flicks it around and sucks on it gently. At this point, Alicia is dripping wet in anticipation.\n\nRock hard, he puts on a condom, and buries his thick cock in her. It slides right in effortlessly, and she moans loudly. \"Fuck me! OH GOD!\" He immediately starts fucking her aggressively, holding her arms down. Alicia cums hard, and screams in pleasure. Right after, he pulls out and unloads all over her. Covered in his cum, she lies there playing with it, and rubbing it on her tits. The man, saying nothing, gets dressed and leaves, not thinking twice.\n\n\"Holy shit!\" she blurts out, putting a hand over her mouth, and starting to laugh. \"I haven't been fucked like that in years...\" She trails off and digs the coin out of her purse. Still messy, she kisses the coin. \"I think you and I could have some fun.\" she whispers. She looks around, and picks up the remote. Still a bit turned on, she goes through the channel selections into the adult videos. \"I wish they had some better stuff on this thing...\" she says as she tosses the coin to her side as it flips in the air and lands on tails. The TV immediately flickers and the porn movies disappear from the menu. She sits there a bit freaked out. She picks through the menu again. No porn.\n\nShe takes the coin, and places it in her purse. She heads off to the shower, cleans up and leaves for home wondering to herself.. \"I wonder what else this thing can do...\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Medusa turns an unsuspecting naked man to stone and likes what she sees. | [
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"content": "“No!” I screamed, “Don’t look at me!”\n\nI tried to turn my head and cover my face, but it was too late. The poor fuck had already seen me. This damn curse! Every inch of the man standing in front of me had turned to petrified marble. His back was facing me with his head craned around to see who had joined him in the bathhouse. His face was now perpetually twisted and contorted in the realization of the horror of his transformation.\n\nI didn’t expect anyone to be in the baths at this hour. I was hoping for some serious alone time. Ever since I was given this curse, and these awful, slithering strands of hair, I hadn’t been able to enjoy the company of anyone. Instantly, at the sight of my newly bestowed hideousness (thanks Athena…) anyone to gaze upon me was transformed into stone, never to recover.\n\nWell, the damage was done now. I had the room to myself again. I locked the door, to avoid anyone else accidentally wandering in and finding the same misfortune. I made my way over to the stone-man. I truly did feel bad for him. I’m sure he had a life, friends, people who loved him. It must me nice, I didn’t really remember what that was like, to be loved.\n\nHe was in an odd position, his left arm was outstretched, bracing himself against the wall. As I made my way around him, it became obvious what he was doing before I had so rudely interrupted. His cock was pointing up at the ceiling, his other hand was cupping his balls. He was getting off! What a horrible way to go! But… it *was* an exceptional cock, at least eight inches long, and an impressive girth to go with the length.\n\nIt had been so *very* long since I had the touch of a man. It was since this damn curse. I bit my lip lightly as I ran my delicate fingers up and down his marble abs. He had an amazing body. I let my hand wonder down to his erect cock. The snakes on top of my head began to slither with excitement. I felt myself grow warm between my legs. I’ve never fucked one of my victims before; although, none had been quite as attractive as him! I was glad his head was craned away from me at this angle. I didn’t want to have to look into his cold, frozen eyes as I started to stroke his dick. I tried to imagine how good it would feel under my palm if it was still flesh. I realized I would probably never feel the warmth of flesh again, and this was the best I would get. Despite how fucked up this might be, my needs started to outweigh my moral compass. See, I wasn’t a monster, just misunderstood.\n\nI dropped my robe the the floor. I continued to run one hand over his chiseled muscles and rock hard cock (I’ll stop with he puns, I promise!) as my other hand reached between my legs and played with my wet pussy, getting it ready for his enormous member. My body started to quiver with anticipation as I imagined him inside of me. I grabbed his permanently outstretched arm with one hand and his broad shoulder with my other hand. “Ufff…” I let out a quiet grunt as I hoisted my petite body up onto his. I wrapped my legs around his stony back and started to lower myself on top of his manhood.\n\nIt was already cold as it brushed against me. His whole body was cold. What a bizarre sensation. Nevertheless, my body, my cunt, craved him. I felt his marble cock spread my lips. How fucking wide he was! I let out a little moan as I lowered myself a little farther. My thighs squeezed tight, not letting me slip down his shaft too quickly. I need some time to let by body expand for his generous size.\n\nMy bare chest heaved as I let out little moan after moan. My hard nipples brushed against his cold chest as I slowly slid up and down. I felt my wetness coating him. I think I was only halfway down him. How much more pleasure could he give!? I let myself slip farther down him.\n\n“Ohhh!” The gasp escaped my mouth as he plunged deeper inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his back, feeling the contour of what was once his muscular physique. I buried my face in his cold, hard neck and kissed him. How I wished it was warm flesh I was kissing! I continued kissing his marble neck, shoulders, and chest as I rode him.\n\n“I’m so sorry I did this to you,” I confessed, my voice shaking. I had no idea if he was instantly killed, or he continued to “live” as a statue, unable to move, but still able to observe the environment around him. Was this necrophilia or encasement?\n\n“If you can hear me, I never wanted to do this to you!” I cried between moans of pleasure. “I… oh, yes… I wish I could have fucked you when you were still human.” I let my body fall backwards. My back leaning against the wall and my waist grinding into his, now accepting his entire cock. I wrapped my arm around his outstretched one and used the leverage to keep thrusting. Every motion dragging his permanently firm member against the walls of my vagina. I felt the pressure of an orgasm building inside of me. Every thrust hurdling me towards the inevitable explosion.\n\n“You’re body was… oh, *is* so sexy.” I corrected myself, just in case he could hear. My free hand found my swollen clit and began rubbing as I fucked him. I wanted his warmth! I didn’t want this stony flesh against me! But, stone or not, his cock continued to please. My snakes hissed with excitement. I guess they could experience this ecstasy too. \n\nI look down at my body, my breasts jiggling up and down, my stomach expanding and contracting with each ragged breath, my thighs straining to keep a grip on his smooth flesh. In, contrast, he was perfectly still. Not one muscle flinched, stretched, or clenched as I rode him. I shut my eyes and tried to pretend he was still human.\n\nI leaned forward again. Wrapping my arms around around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck again as I felt my pussy clench tightly. I let out a loud moan accompanied by a loud hiss form on top of my head as I came.\n\nI just hung there, his unmoving, monstrous cock still deep inside me. My arms hung around his neck, and my legs still wrapped around his waist. After catching my breath, and with great effort, I was able to lift myself off of him and slowly lower myself back to the floor. My sweat covered his marble chest. My juices covered his marble cock. I left him be and turned my attention back to the bath.\n\nThe warm water felt so good as it washed over my tired muscles. I allowed myself to relax fully, almost submerging myself completely. I shut my eyes, I didn’t want to see his unceasingly horrified expression staring back at me.\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: It's a win-win situation. You transform willing people into superheroes, but to do so you have to fuck them. (TT) | [
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"content": "\"You bring the money?\" I ask as the young blonde girl sits down opposite me at the diner. She's a little curvy, pink glasses and ponytail, with a wavy skirt and collared white shirt. Reaching into her bag she pulls out a brown paper sack and tosses it to me, I've felt this enough to know it's good. \n\n\"You can really do it, though?\" She stares, getting a good look at me, \"you're so...nondescript. Not particularly tall or short, medium length hair, are you...\"\n\n\"Yeah it's a power. You won't remember me, even now your brain is sending the wrong signals and once you have the power your brain will start telling you a story to make sense of it. If you got horse powers you might imagine getting bit by a horse. I don't know exactly how or why it works that way but it makes things easier. Who wants to go on the evening news after a heroic end to a hostage crisis to thank Joey for fucking them so hard they learned how to shoot lasers from their fingers.\" \n\n\"Joey, that is a nondescript name,\" she said as she took a sip from her coffee the waitress had so politely filled for her. \"I want to fly.\" \n\n\"I can't make you get any particular power, you get what you get.\" I stir some cream into my cup and allow myself to start looking at her, really, preparing how I'm going to do it.\n\n\"It's random? Like I might get super-speed or super-smarts?\" She cooled her warm coffee down with her breath.\n\n\"I have a theory that better powers come from better sex. But, what really is good sex?\" That is my new favorite line in these deals. After a few girls who gave the bare minimum I started throwing in this line and the quality of my work improved ten fold. \n\n\"How'd you find out you had this...power?\" She waves the waitress away, no meal for her apparently, so I decide to move to the wrap-up.\n\n\"My origin story? It was a bank robbery, me and this voluptuous black girl got locked in the vault. I'm sitting there, about to suffocate as a college age virgin, when the girl offers sex. She was also a virgin, you see, and was saddened her choice to save herself for her true love had been such a poor one. If she was going to go out of this world in such a way she wasn't interested in dying without knowing the touch of a man.\" I motion the waitress over and look at my new friend, \"you mind?\"\n\nAs she covers the coffees I pull on my jacket and continue with the story walking to the van: \"she might not of actually had sex before but she apparently had access to the internet. She was amazing at giving head, probably because she gave it her all knowing it was her last time. I don't think I ever met another woman who lost herself in sucking a dick like her. It was wet, noisy,all the things I learned that day that made sex so magical. She had a way of smiling up at me from my cock, her eyes just lit up like she had wanted it for so long, giving it her hands and her tongue, wiping it across her face and tits, beautiful brown tits that deserve their own story, but eventually she started riding me and that's when it happened.\"\n\n\"What?\" This would be heroine asked as I showed her to my HQ: The Fortress of Babitude. Really it was an old van with a comfy mattress in the back but it worked OK and was worth the poor mileage. I helped her in the back as I started to turn on a lamp and shut some curtains I installed to give us some ambiance. I continued the story as I removed my shirt and she hers letting her puffy, naturally milky tits out from behind that shirt.\n\n\"As she started to cum she started shaking, I was worried but I'd seen porn and figured she was having an orgasm. Granted it was pretty absurd to expect such a powerful orgasm on my first try but a boy can dream. No, she soon started releasing sparks and electricity as she continued to voilently shake on my cock, eventually beams of energy released from her eyes, thankfully she was doing a reverse cowgirl so the energy released through the vault door freeing us and freaking out everyone else in the building. That's the true secret origin of Lady Cosmopolitan.\" \n\nThe new girl looked up from my cock which she had slathered up, \"*The Lady Cosmopolitan?* She saved the entire city from those robots last summer!\" Suddenly she sped up, bobbing her head even faster as she worked to get me strong and hard.\n\n\"Yeah -- ooh a little less teeth darling you don't want to get super teeth powers by mistake -- yes she has had quite a rise in profile since she started got on the big stage but she started out like so many women heroes fighting the local bad guys.\" She removes her green panties and pulls my head between her legs where my tongue caresses between her lips into her wet passage.\n\n\"I don't want to be powerful to help other people. I just want to be powerful so I can get away from my house.\" She pushed my head back, bending over onto her belly and spreading her legs for me to narrowly make my way into her as she mewled a little murmur into the mattress. \"I just don't want to get hurt any more.\" \n\n\"What's that,\" I ask, \"you said you wanted to get hurt?\" I give her a spank, her white ass now reddened rises up allowing me to get deeper in her.\n\n\"Mmmh, that feels good,\" she says as she starts to give voice to the feelings of warmth rising deep inside her from the pressure. Her fingers meet mine on her wet clit glossing over her wet patch, fingers dialing together to find her point together, \"fuck me harder. Fill me up.\" The words ring out like a battle-cry, deeper, slower, fuller strokes as she holds my hand against her pelvic bone mashing my fingers into her. She bites the mattress then screams out, \"cum in me,\" and I speed up, she presses back against me while she pulses side to side a bit and as I cum I do what I have to: open the back door on the van and kick her out. I hurriedly get to the front seat and drive off seeing arcs of light enveloping the parking lot from the side mirror. \n\nThe next day I hear the newsman on the super hero segment say there was a rampage, a new super-villain has emerged to release her rage on the city. I feel bad but I've got work to do, I know I'm a hero in my own way and hope the next job will work better. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: On a crowded bus two young adults are forced up against each other. One of them is pressed up against the other's crotch. Also the bus is really bumpy and the guy is a total horny virgin. | [
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"content": "Abbie was in line for the trip next to Xavier. She had been waiting on today for a long time, since they had been selected as lab partners for biology she had been getting more and more close to him. Even if he didn't know it. The girl with black, frizzy hair had started to straighten it, her thick eyebrows had been tweezed, and though she had never been much for makeup she had finally started to use the basics to make herself more noticeable. To add to this entire program she had begun going to the gym and wearing outfits that showed off her progress more and more: the short athletic shorts with the stripe down the side that left her long now-tan legs exposed were going to be her secret weapon. She still wore her glasses, she really needed them to see, but after loading her bags up for the trip she made sure to get in line in front of Xander giving him an eyeful of the work she had put on.\n\nXander was an oblivious young man, he didn't notice girls checking him out. He'd keep his head in the book he was reading, brushing eye-length blonde hair out from his face turned to an olive shade from the summer sun. He had a denim jacket that covered a body he had matured into, tall and lean, broad shoulders and arms that a girl like Abbie wished were around here. But he was oblivious. He was interested in the girls in his stories, the primitive cavegirls who wore furs and hunted with spears they made themselves. He wanted to be the man who could take one of those girls and tame her, just the thought started to fill him up, holding one down as their suntanned chest popped free from their skins and their only instinct to use the oil mounds to bring his long cock to release.\n\nHe had let his fantasy go a little too long and he had to use the book to cover himself up as he got onto the bus. He'd try to think of anything else, he could feel it starting to go away, his raging and pulsating cock subsiding and relaxing between his legs. \n\nOnly he would never be so lucky. The bus was full, he and Abbie would be crowded in next to each other. She was facing the window, he was pressed in behind her, he tried to give her some space but the teacher's aid pressed him into her to make more room for another girl, Jessie the blind girl. \n\nAbbie felt Xander's greeting, she had waited so long for it but as she turned around and tried to smile to him she saw the look of dread and anxiety on his face. It was a mistake. *Well, if it's a mistake maybe he'll make it again.* She bent over a bit acting as if she was trying to look out the window but it was just the university parking lot. Her shorts, however, drove up between her legs, Xander's eyes noticing something he'd never seen before. He could feel all the work to fend off his erection going to waste. \n\nThen the bus kicked into gear and he felt himself thrust into her as the vehicle made a long, slow curve around the parking lot. He was certain he felt her buck back against his cock and feel it press against her crevice for a moment. \n\n\"Sorry, Abbie,\" he responded as she put in her headphones. \n\n\"What?\" she pretended to hear nothing as she turned around tying her shirt up so it exposed her midriff and perky tits all at once. \n\nto be continued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: - A woman is cursed so that the longer she goes without cum she becomes increasingly horny and more bimbo-like. | [
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"content": "Jennifer had her right hand pressed into her cunt, and her left hand was gently stroking her husband's balls. He was already drifting off, his shaft still throbbing from his recent orgasm. \"I don't know how I'm going to survive without you for a week.\"\n\n \n\nShe got up early to shower and make his favourite bacon. She cooked it naked except for her apron, the way he liked, hoping he would top her off before she packed. It worked. She was surprised from behind. She pulled apart her pussy lips to receive him. The sound of a dish of bacon smashing on the floor temporarily interrupted the patter of his balls slapping her underside. \"I'm going to miss you, too much.\" He knew what that meant. It made him fuck her even harder knowing that--out of necessity--some stranger would be taking his place soon.\n\n \n\nOn the airplane, she slipped off her ring and placed it next to the dildo stuffed into the secret compartment of her laptop case. She stopped to run her index finger across the tip of it. Where there should be a hole there was just a dimple. It's like going off to war with an orange-tipped gun.\n\n \n\nFast forward to her sillouhette against the moon, climbing from the taxi boat onto the oil rig's sturdy ladder. A friendly voice greeted her and showed her to her cabin.\n\n \n\nThe next day was all hardhats and clipboards, valve inspections and yelling over the deafening drone of pumps. The men were in awe of her intelligence. She manned computers and showed them things about the software they had clicked past for years, not knowing what it was. After dinner, as she retired to her cabin she overheard from the showers \"How about that Miss Jennifer? Notice she doesn't have a ring, eh?.\" \"I think she's a wee out of your league, mate.\"\n\n \n\nThe next day, more safety goggles, crawling in tight spaces, and pointing at charts with a stick. This time one of the men had to correct her on something. The other men were too busy looking at her two undone buttons to notice. She giggled and said \"oops!\" She took a deep breath and recomposed herself. Something had to be done quickly.\n\n \n\nIn bed she overheard the men talking about her from the showers again. \"Did you see how low her shirt was? I swear I saw nipple.\" \"Thiens, you'd see a nipple on a shark if it swam up to you.\" The raucus laughter was suddenly broken by a nude Jennifer entering the showers too. \"Don't mind me, boys. A girl's gotta get clean too.\" The men dared not gawk, but their erections betrayed them. She eyed each penis and analyzed which pair of balls was likely to inject the most amount of semen. Thiens' pair swayed magnificently under an almost obscene cock. He was young, Dutch, naive, and probably raging with unchecked hormones. As he dried off shyly, she pulled a pencil from his work short and scrawled him a note \"meet me in my cabin tonight, handsome.\"\n\n \n\nFrom her bed, she stared at the industrial strength door handle of her cabin. She started to give up. Maybe Thiens was gay or just too shy. She'd up her game tomorrow by wearing her fishnets and forgetting her panties. In the mess hall she'd drop her heels and try running her toes up Roderick's leg. He was older and less attractive, but he would get the job done with those balls he had. She'd be herself again on Thursday. Tomorrow she'd have to buttercup her way through the training. It wasn't likely she'd know which end of the spanner goes on the bolt.\n\n \n\nJust then the handle moved. In came Thiens, as meek as a bunny. \"God I thought you would never come.\" \"I ws waiting for the other blokes to fall..\" before he could finish she was smooching him and undoing his belt. Out he swing like a metronome. She stopped it with her hand and pressed her cunt against it, so that it was seated between her labia. She marked him with a streak of girl-goo all the way down. She wasted no time guiding it in. \"Oh God, you're so much bigger than my...than what I expected.\" By then Thiens' shyness had been beaten back by all of the pent up testosterone that was coursing through him. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, all while never leaving her vagina. She gripped him with her feet. A clipboard fell on the ground.\n\n \n\n\"How...oh my God...how...Thiens...how old are you?\" \"I just turned 18, Mevrouw.\" \"Your stamina is amazing. I haven't been fucked like this since Freshman year. You were a toddler.\" Her boobs bounced like an obscene porno. Then Thiens moaned. She could feel him orgasming into her. She looked down and watch his cock pulsating into her, the way an oil reuptake hose does when you attach it to a reciprocating conduit. She could feel his cool gizz licking the inside of her uterus. He started to pull out, but she forced him in place with her feet. \"No no, stay in me as long as you can.\" He obeyed. That ended up being until they fell asleep, which was fine with Jennifer because then none of him would leak out.\n\n \n\nThe next day Thiens woke up alone. Jennifer was already out and about. Her hair was up, her blouse was buttoned. She was already instructing some of the early birds on what new safety features were in the works. To their amazement, she was modeling the technology on the computer, in real time, while demonstrating it. \"How did ye get te be so smart, Miss Janeffer?\" Just then Thiens joined them. \"Great, everyone's here. Let's go take a look at the shutoff valves. There's a new checklist to follow when one of these fail.\" She slipped her laptop back into its case, and got a glimpse of her dildo and its useless dimple. She smiled at her fully functional dildo, still waking up \"so nice of you to finally join us, Meneer Thiens.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend asks for your permission to seduce your sister | [
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"content": "From the hidden bench in our garden, I had a perfect view on the scene without being easily visible to the people inside - unless, of course, they knew I was sitting here. Which my girlfriend Sara did. She looked up for a moment, gave me a slight wink, then lowered her head again between Hannah's legs. I heard my little sister cry out in pleasure through the open window. Sara had arranged everything perfectly for me to have a great experience - the window, the positioning on the bed, the viewing angle - and all without Hannah noticing anything.\n\nAs my girlfriend diligently worked on getting my sister off, I barely could resist the urge to reach into my pants and jerk off. I only saw Hannah's gorgeous black hair, her soft breasts and her long, smooth legs extended into the air, but I vividly imagined her face as she was pleasured by my girlfriend. My cock threatened to erupt simply from that mental picture. *Control yourself, if everything goes well, you'll get much more today than just this fantasy...*\n\nI didn't dare to expect too much. I should already be glad with what I had gotten so far. But damn, would this be a dream...\n\nHannah's adorable moans reached their climax as she reached hers. Her body was twitching wildly and spasms made her legs tremor around my girlfriend's head. Sara gave Hannah a final lick, then looked up, crawled forward and lowered her body on top of her lover, kissing her passionately. For all those who haven't experienced it, let me tell you, seeing two naked girls kiss is one of the sexiest visual experiences you can have. If those girls are your sister and your girlfriend - even better.\n\nI hornily pushed my erect cock around through the fabric of my pants while Hannah wrapped her arms and legs around Sarah's body, not wanting to let her go. The fact that she was usually a sweet, virtuous girl made seeing her so passionate all the more arousing.\n\nAfter a few minutes of watching their intimate post-sex canoodling, I forced myself to get up and sneak out the garden through the tiny path at the back. I walked to my car, where I waited for ten minutes before my girlfriend walked around the corner, a wicked smile on her face.\n\n\"Enjoyed that?\", she asked. I grinned and kissed her. \"More than you can imagine.\"\n\nShe bit her lip. \"I did my best. Good luck.\" And with another kiss, she left homewards.\n\nI waited another ten minutes, then started up the engine, drove around the block and pulled into our driveway. I got my things, unlocked the door and entered the house, where I was greeted by an enthusiastic, apparently freshly showered Hannah. \"John!\", she cried and jumped into my arms. \"I didn't know you'd come today!\"\n\n\"Happy Birthday, cupcake!\", I said and kissed the top of her head. \"Thought I'd skip my friday lectures.\"\n\nShe noticed the gift I was still holding and got a rather sheepish look. \"Oh you shouldn't have!\"\n\nI sat down on the coach, signaling her to join me, and gave her the box. \"It's your birthday, so you get a present.\"\n\nShe sat down, but didn't take it. \"I... I have to confess something.\" She seemed to fight back tears. I put my hand on her back and caressed her gently. She didn't look me in the eyes. \"I... I'm sleeping with Sara.\"\n\nI smiled. \"I know.\"\n\nNow she made eye contact. \"What?!\"\n\nI pulled her closer. \"She asked me for my permission.\"\n\nHannah looked at me incredulously. \"And- And you gave it?\"\n\n\"I did. I even encouraged her.\"\n\n\"Why?\", Hannah asked.\n\n\"I didn't want my little sister to lose her innocence quite yet. Before you drunkenly hook up with some guy at a party, I'd rather see you relieve your sexual desires with another girl.\"\n\n\"So you allowed your girlfriend to f- sleep with me?\"\n\nI smiled, noticing she still tried to avoid using the f-word. Such a good girl...\n\n\"I did. Under one condition.\"\n\nNow Hannah was curious. \"And that was?\"\n\n\"I think you should open your present first.\"\n\nShe looked at me questioningly, but then took the box and unwrapped it nervously. I watched her gorgeous green eyes carefully as the realization of what my present was hit her. Surprise, shock even - but not disgust or rejection. That was a good sign. With big eyes, she held up the purple-golden corset I had bought her, complete with matching stockings, garters and panties. It was an amazingly elegant and fine Agent Provocateur set that I had spent a fortune on - not to bribe my little sister, but to show her my appreciation.\n\nBefore she could react, I moved closer, my mouth now close to hear ear. \"I don't want you to feel pressured into anything, sweetie. So I'm gonna go upstairs, take a shower, and then I'll have to go over to Mark to return a drive I've borrowed. When I come home and your door is closed, I'm gonna play some games, you can just enjoy the rest of the day, I'll make dinner in a few hours, and tomorrow evening mom and dad come home; and we'll never talk about this again. But...\", I made a small pause, taking in the scent of her citrus shower gel and the sound of her heavy (excited?) breathing. \"... if you want to close the third side of the triangle, and have an unforgettable night, then put this on, maybe with those silver high heels, and leave the door to your room ajar.\"\n\nI gave her a gentle, slightly-more-than-brotherly kiss on the temple, then stood up and quickly went upstairs. When I came out of the shower, I heard rustling from her room, and when I left the house, I noticed her silver high heels were missing from the shoe rack.\n\n*Score.*"
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"content": "“Fuck me!” Thought Jaina, staring at the reaction she was supposed to be drawing a mechanism for. This was the last question on the exam, but not the only blank that was left. She was desperate at this point, but wasn’t really surprised with this outcome. She had “convinced” an upperclassman to give her a copy of the previous years exam in expectation of this moment, and had it hidden under her skirt. She pulled out the exam as quietly as possible, and placed it under her exam, copying everything pertinent, and using other answers as a guide. She turned in her exam after roughly two thirds of the glass had left. \n “Jaina,” her professor Dr. Wimbly said as she turned in her exam, “sit down,” he patted a chair beside him. “I’ve noticed that you’ve been cheating,” he said calmly, looking her in the eye. “You answered a prompt perfectly incorrectly, in such a way as to perfectly respond to an analogous question on last years exam. You made other smaller slip ups, and I’ll presumably find more on this exam.”\n Jaina looked at her feet, her heart thrumming with nervousness and embarrassment. Scared of being failed, or even expelled. “I’m so sorry profes...”\n Dr Wimbly cut her off with a sharp gesture. He narrowed his eyebrows before saying “Our university takes such actions very seriously, historically you would have been given academic probation on threat of expulsion with repeat offense. Now we are recommended to send you to the stocks, to be publicly humiliated by your peers. It is believed to be more effective as a deterrent against repeat offense.\n “The stocks...” Jaina thought, feeling relieved. She’d seen the stocks before, they weren’t that bad. Kids mostly just wrote on their friends faces or made fun of them while they were stocks. Some people threw rotten food at the punished, but it was rare. All the same she was worried. She’d never had the GPA requirements that were needed for entry, so she’d never actually been there.\n “I’ve already submitted the requisite information to administration. You are to be to the Hall of Remorse by 6 pm, or you will face expulsion.” Dr Wimbly told her, and with that he tore Jaina’s paper in half. “Your exam grades prior to and including this will be nulled, and your grade will be weighted more heavily towards your final exam.” He frowned and added “I disagree with giving you the ability to pass the class, but the action has been heavily recommended by administration.” He then returned to his grading and shooed her off. “Study for your future exams like your peers.” He finished in a tired and disappointed tone as Jainna scurried off under the professors disappointed mutterings and under the eyes of the kids who hadn’t yet finished the class.\n Jaina arrived at the hall of remorse at 5:47, deciding it would pay to be a bit early to her punishment. She saw a small group of students walking out laughing at a man in the middle with the word litterbug written on his forehead. He also had drawings of a trashcan, several flys, and a bad mustache on his face among other things. “That was the worst half hour of my life” he muttered, to another round of laughter from the people who were presumably his friends.\n “This will be fine,” she thought to herself, reassured by the lax atmosphere that seemed to be clear from the chattering group. She was greeted at the front desk by one of the receptionists. \n “Proof of admittance?” A girl in glasses that looked to be student aged asked.\n “Oh,” Jaina blushed, “I’m actually here to... “ Jaina thought for a moment about the best way to phrase the statement, and shrugged, “to be punished.” She finished.\n “Ah,” the girl smiled in a knowing way. “I should have guessed,” she finished, quickly typing into her computer. “Emily?” She asked.\n “Jaina, actually.”\n “Yes, alright, here you are said the girl before printing off a piece of paper and leading Jaina off into the hall.\n “Not that it would be the worst humiliation I’ll have tonight,” she thought somberly.\n “Here we are!” Exclaimed the receptionist girl cheerfully. She motioned for Jaina to place her arms and head in the stocks, before gently closing them on her. “Are you comfortable?” Asked the receptionist.\n “Well act...”\n “Good,” said the receptionist, clicking the lock shut and pulling up the piece of paper she had printed earlier. “You will be here 24 hours, if you hurt a guest you will receive an extra 12 hours consecutive to your current time.”\n Jaina gasped “24 consecutive hours? Will I be in the stocks the whole time?”\n The receptionist went to a little box by the wall and picked out a purple marker. “Yes,” she said while writing on Jaina’s head.\n “What if I have to go to the bathroom?” Jaina asked, already feeling an urge, just at the thought of not being able to. \n “The stocks are placed over grates,” said the receptionist to Jaina’s terror. As she pulled off Jaina’s heeled shoes. “These will be up front when your time has been served, enjoy yourself!” The receptionist said before leaving.\n The stocks became uncomfortable almost immediately. Jaina was bent so her back was nearly parallel to the floor, the stocks had a bit of wood that jutted under her chin, forcing her to look against the wall as opposed to the ground, though she could move her head side to side somewhat.\n “Thwwwt” came a sharp whist on her right. A girl with dyed red hair and black lipstick was watching her. Perhaps the most distinct feature was the word INSUBORDINATE on her forehead. “How long to you have in here cheater?”\n “twenty four hours,” replied Jaina.\n\n "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sex, like driving, now requires a license. Describe your test. | [
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"content": "The letter had arrived in the mail only a few days after my birthday. Due to some ambitious laws put forth by the government everyone wanting to engage in sexual activity would have to take the mandatory ‘Sex Test’. The letter congratulated her on her eighteenth birthday and provided her with a number she could call to schedule her ‘test’. \nOne week later Emily stood in line at the DSA (Department of Sexual Activity). There was a very familiar feeling about the single story building. The large desk spanning across the front, the bored looking employee’s seeming to be in no hurry at all. Emily found herself wondering if this would be the same experience as the DMV. \n\n*“Next”*\n\nThe woman at the front desk called out for the guy in at the front of the line to step forward. He did, and began to respond to a number of questions the woman had for him. He was asked to provide a few pieces of I.D., and then after he was complete he was taken to a private office in the back. The process was slow as they only seemed to be able to test two people at a time. \n\nFinally after nearly half an hour Emily was up next and was called to the front desk. She couldn’t help but blush slightly as she stated she was here for her ‘Sex test.’ Emily quickly produced the two pieces of I.D. required proving that she was eighteen years old and the proceeded to answer the woman’s questions. \n\n“Are you looking to be certified for male, female or both?”\n\nThe woman's voice droned in a monotone indicating she was clearly bored. \n\nEmily was caught off guard by the question. She didn’t know that there was a separate test for either sex. \n“Uhh, well, both. I guess.” Emily’s nerves got the better of her and she made the decision without even thinking.\n“Alright, please sign this form indicating you are free of all known STDs, and that you consent to taking the test.”\nEmily signed the form as the woman punched the information into her computer.\n\n“What sexual acts would you like to be certified for? Cunninglingus? Intercourse? Blowjobs?....\n\n“Yes all of it!” Emily blurted out, cutting the woman off this time. Again her nerves got the best of her. \n\nThe woman raised an eyebrow at her before nodding and marking the information into her computer. \n\n“Alright then please follow me to room number 3. Your testers will be with you in a moment.”\n\nEmily nervously followed her to the room she had mentioned moving through a couple of hallways before coming to a door with a large number 3 on it. Opening the door the woman let her inside and told her to have a seat. Emily’s mind was racing going over the questions the woman had asked and wondered if she had made the right decision. She figured it was better to have all your bases covered in the first test than attempt to come back a second time. \nSitting in the chair Emily waited impatiently for her ‘tester’ to arrive. The room was fairly normal, it looked more like a spare office that had been turned into a testing room. There was carpet on the floor that matched the same pattern as in the hallway, there was two chairs, one large office chair, and the one she was sitting in, a stationary arm chair. A large desk sat against the wall that was empty besides a phone. There was a window with blinds that were partially closed behind the desk that faced the parking lot. \n\nEmily sat and waited for another half an hour growing steady more annoyed with how long this was taking. Finally there was a gentle knock at the door and a man in his late thirties walked in. He wasn’t bad looking, fairly average, brown hair, pale skin, slightly overweight, wearing a white button up dress shirt and a grey pair of dress pants. He seemed almost as enthusiastic about his job as the woman at the front. \n\n“Hello, you must be Emily. My name is Frank, I’ll be conducting the male side of your test today.”\nHe shook her hand before turning to move into the large chair behind the desk. He opened a black notebook that contained a very official looking carbon copy page. \n\n“In each area I will mark you on a score out of five. Five is the best, one is the worst. If you score less that fifty out of a possible one hundred you will fail. If you fail you can retake the test in a minimum of two weeks time in which you are strictly prohibited from having sex. Do you understand?”\n\nEmily nodded trying to lean closer and get an idea of the type of questions he would be asking her. \n“Alright, now I can see here that you chose the full meal deal. We will be testing everything today. So let’s start with something easy. A handjob.”\n\nEmily nodded and began to answer. “Alright um, a handjob is the act of male masturbation that is performed by someone else.” She recited the definition word for word from the handbook she had used to study. \n\n“Very good Emily. And now please proceed.” Frank moved his pen over the first question and proceeded to give her a five out of a possible five. \n\nEmily paused for a moment. Proceed? She was confused. The handbook just gave her the definition, and then some pictorials on how to do it. Nothing else. \n\n“I’m sorry? Proceed? The handbook….” \n\nFrank cut her off with a laugh. “The handbook is just a reference. In order for me to pass you in this area I actually need to see you perform.”\n\nEmily’s eyes bulged slightly as she slowly began to understand what he was saying. \n\n“Don’t you have like a dildo or something?” She asked hopefully.\n\n“Oh please, a dildo would give little feedback on how well you are performing. We need to ensure that you are fully capable of performing this in order to certify you.” A large smile had crossed Franks mouth as he slowly leaned further back in his chair and began to spread his legs a bulge clearly growing between his legs. \n\nEmily’s face cringed slightly as she realized exactly what was required of her. Half of her wanted to just get up and leave. But the more sensible side of her continued to stay seated and then stand to move towards him. She wouldn’t enjoy it, but she would do it if she had to. \n\nSlowly moving around the desk she moved between his legs and then dropped to her knees. Reluctantly reaching to his waist, she found the button of his pants, undid it, and proceed to undo them, pulling them down slightly. He was far from her perfect lover. Nearly twice her age and unattractive, she began to wonder how he had gotten this job, or what even qualified him to test her. \n\nReaching into his white briefs, she found his cock, grasped it lightly and pulled it free. On sight, she instantly understood exactly why he qualified. Holding him in her hand she simply stared wide eyed for a moment, he was huge. Even now, only semi hard, he was incredibly thick, and nearly seven inches long. Her single hand could barely grasp him. At her reaction his cock twitched and seemed to continue to grow, as he was obviously getting turned on. Fully hard he had to measure nearly ten inches. Undeniably the largest he had ever seen. \n\n“Well, are you just going to stare? So far I would give this hand job a score of one.”\n\nIf he was excited his voice didn’t give him away. He continued in the same monotone that he had started. \n“S-sorry.” She said quickly before concentrating on the task at hand and slowly began to stroke his shaft. After only a few strokes she added a second hand, grasping him a little higher and made sure she stroked over his tip after reaching the top. The room was incredibly quiet, as the only sound that could be heard between them was the sound of her hand slipping up and down his cock. She quickly glanced around the room, looking for some lubrication to aid her fingers, but upon finding none she improvised tipping his cock towards her mouth and spitting on it. Her hands worked his cock, smearing the spit in, and stroking him at a nice steady pace. \n\n“Mmmm. Very good.” He grunted in return giving her a boost of confidence as he used one of his free hands to mark more numbers on her test sheet. \n\nShe changed things up a little, continuing to stroke him with one hand, and then lowering her other to his balls cupping them, rolling the back and forth in her hand, and squeezing them lightly. He smiled at her and continued marking on her paper. She felt him throb in her hand as his cock bulged with arousal, even if he barely showed it on his face. \n\n“Good, very good. We have completed the handjob portion of the test. Now let’s move onto the blowjob.”\n\nEmily nodded and responded with the definition. “A blowjob is oral sex performed on a man”\n\n“Exactly, please proceed.” Frank said continuing to mark the paper and nearly ignore her. \n\n\n \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She calls herself "The Sybian Streamer" - she plays games online while straddling a sybian. The more tips she gets, the more intense it gets. And she *really* needs to make rent this month. | [
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"content": "#She's Beauty, She's Grace, You Can Hear Her Cum From Space.\n\nThe video stream opened as it always did. Cameras flicked on one by one in a dark bedroom. There was a thick mattress in the center of the frame, with a saddle-shaped sybian on the edge.\n\nAnd of course, wandering onscreen she came. Most nights she wore a g-string thong and a too-big shirt, but tonight the Sybian Streamer had put on something special for her viewers.\n\nHannah was a small girl, with a tight body, beautiful curves, and a ripe handful of chest and ass that men and women wished they could get their hands on. Every bit of it firm and soft, with a layer of muscle underneath it and a scattering of freckles on top. Short, fluffy hair that she took hours to control, and a nerdy, shy demeanor that was just too cute for words.\n\nBut today was different. Hannah had on full-length fishnet stockings, long white gloves and a bunny leotard, complete with ears and her hair tied back tight. There was nothing left to the imagination as she took her seat in front of the cameras.\n\n\"Uh... Hi guys. Um... so, so you're probably wondering what I'm doing in this getup... I have rent soon and since I lost my, my day job,\" She shook her head. \"I'm probably not going to make it this month. But you guys are always so good to me, so I'm depending on you. Every dollar tip you give ups the vibe by point-one. Uh, zero-point-one. But uh, we'll do something special this time around. Every checkpoint we get to I'll uh... take some off. So if you guys get to WHOA!\"\n\nShe jolted as the Sybian roared to life underneath her, the stream chat lit up with donations.\n\n\"WHOA!\" She squeaked, her hands grasping at the air, \"OK, off to a good start, 45 dollars already. Says something, don't it?\"\n\nAlready she was getting moist. Holding on to the front of the saddle, she ground herself against it and bit her lip. \"Feel free to up the tempo whenever, ladies and gentlemen, because once you hit 100, the gloves come off.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The plan had been a few days camping in the woods with friends. A violent storm causes the gang to seek shelter in a mysterious abandoned building. Turns out the building is a temple to Galwaren, the ancient forgotten goddess of Lust & Reproduction... | [
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"content": "Anna, Rick and Daniel continued further in the building, away from the noisy winds.\n\nThere appeared to be some sort of light source further ahead. The three went to investigate. They aproached an opaque door of some sort that made the light that passed through it appear blurred. Rick turned his flashlight off and stepped inside, his two friends followed right behind him.\n\n\"What is this, some sort of musuem?\" Anna's voice sounded confused. She pointed towards the ceiling and walls and a series of pillars that all resembled ancient architecture.\n\n\"Well if it was, I guess the door wouldn't have been unlocked. Also, who builds a museum in the middle of the woods?\" Rick was always the type to make conclusions. He always tried his best to understand every situation.\n\n\"What do you think, Dan?\"\n\n...\n\n\"Dan?\"\n\nWhen Anna and Rick looked over their shoulder they saw Daniel standing near a series of statues. He just stood there in awe of what was before him. Anna and Rick stepped over to him and saw his distraction.\n\n\"I guess it's some kind of ancient strip club\" Dan replied.\n\n\"More likely some rich guy's ancient porn collection.\" Rick answered.\n\nThe statues showed different scenes of the same beautiful woman in different sexual encounters. She wore a tiara of some sort in her styled hair. Wearing earrings, necklaces, bracers and many different sorts of jewelry. But in every single one of the statues she had her breasts and nether region exposed.\n\n\"Look!\" Daniel pointed towards a doorway. The door was made of a single piece of see-through silk that showed what was inside. A narrow corridor with more of the same silk-covered doorways behind.\n\nDaniel rushed to the corridor and held the silk to the side. When he entered the doorway he looked towards Rick.\n\n\"Now tell me these don't look like VIP areas from an ancient strip club, it's where they got their private dances!\"\n\nRick's face turned into a frown as he followed Daniel.\n\nEach room in the corridor was dimly lit and they all had the same layout. In the middle was a large round bed, filled with lots of small cushions. A statue stood besides it. The statues were in the same style as the ones they saw earlier.\n\n\"I'ts more like an ancient brothel.\" Rick was comparing the different rooms. Some statues showed a toy or an object, and the same object would be present in the respective room.\n\n\"Or, instructions on how to fuck?\" Anna made her first guess.\n\nWatching this beautiful woman get fucked in so many diferent ways, with so many diferent tools was starting to turn her on. She entered a room without a bed. The statue showed the woman strapped into a device that locked her arms and waist so she couldn't move. Free to be used by the two males depicted in the scene.\n\nShe felt herself drawn towards the statue as she kept staring. A few seconds later she found herself holding the rock hard erection of one of the male statues. She jumped back and wondered when she grabbed it. She couldn't even remember walking up to the thing.\n\nHer eyes were now fixated on the marble cock. She looked over her shoulder to make sure her friends weren't watching her when she went to touch it again. Her hand grabbed the cock and started stroking it slowly. With her other hand she carressed the statue's abs.\n\n\"Want to try it out?\" Rick's voice made her jump with a loud gasp. She quickly let go of the statue and looked at Rick in shame, hoping he hadn't been watching her.\n\n\"W-what do you mean?\"\n\nRick was leaning in the room's doorway with his arms crossed. He motioned his head towards the middle of the room.\n\nIn the room stood the same contraption as the one depicted in the statue's scene. Anna felt drawn to the thing. She took a step towards it and in a flash she found herself strapped in, only one of her arms was still free. She snaped out of her daze and wondered how she got there. She could only vagely remember walking up to the thing, let alone end up strapped in it.\n\n\"Well, you must have done this before, I wasn't even sure how this thing worked. Here I'll help you with your last arm.\" Rick walked up towards her and strapped Anna's arm to the device.\n\nShe wasn't sure if she wanted that, but she wasn't ready to admit that her arousal took her over when she seemingly strapped herself into the thing.\n\n\"And? How do you feel\" Dan stood in front of her and looked her in the eyes.\n\n...\n\n\"I want your cock.\"\n\nRick's face didn't even show a hint of surprise. He too had felt the influence this place had over them. His gaze was stern and his eyes remained locked on hers as he undid his belt.\n\nAnna's eyes instanlty jumped to Rick's crotch as his cock jumped out of his underwear.\n\n\"I need it, I crave it.\" Anna was rambling and almost drooling over the cock. As Rick drew closer her mouth opened and her tongue reached as far as it could. Her body twitching in the straps trying to get closer.\n\nRick laid the tip on her tongue and grabbed a hold of her head. With a firm thrust he slid his cock down Anna's throat.\n\n\"Hmhmhmmm\" Anna moaned while being filled up. She fell into a near hypnotic state as she sucked him dry. Her head bobbing with the thrusting motion of Rick, moaning in sync.\n\nHer tongue massaged the throbbing cock while Rick kept going, leaving only small moments for her to breath, but even in those moments she begged for him to keep going.\n\n\"Hmm?\" Anna felt her pants and panties being slid down her legs. A wet sensation entered her pussy followed by what felt like a rock hard shaft.\n\n\"OH GOD YES!\" She was unable to look behind her, but with the statue in front of her she already knew what was happening.\n\nDaniel had entered the room in the same hypnotic state has his friends, and had filled the open position.\n\nHis hands were on her hips as he fucked her with all of his might.\n\nAnna was making all kinds of noises, from gagging to moaning to screaming to begging. Only interupted by the ocasional grunt of her friends.\n\n\"Fuck me oh Dan, don't you stop. Fill me up yes!\" Anna had no idea where this side of her had been hiding all these years. But she wanted it all. After Daniel picked up the pace he started grunting louder. \n\n\"More, harder please\" Anna felt her orgasm building and without warning it roared through her muscles. \"OOoohh GOD\" she screamed as she felt Daniel filling her up.\n\nIn the same moment Rick exploded in her mouth before he pulled out and covered her face with his tick cum.\n\nThe two guys sat down exhausted, panting. They looked to eachother and then towards Anna.\n\nHer body was twitching and she seemed obsessed with not trying to waste a drop of Rick's juices. Licking her lips clean she said \"hmm let me out, please.\" The duo stood up and released her from her bonds. When the last strap was undone she jumped Daniel and went straight for his cock. Rick saw his moment to give her pussy a try and joined the two.\n\nThe next thing either of them remembered was waking up in one of the other rooms on a bed, all three of them naked. Anna covered in the result of what must have been hours of fun.\n\nThey checked their watches and realized they'd been there the entire night. The memories of that night returned to them in the following days.\n\nThey vowed to keep the place a secret and returned to play again every once in a while."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A potion meant for 2, which transforms both of you into the others’ fantasy. | [
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"content": "An unassuming heart-shaped bottle sat between Nadia and me, each half its own container, one filled with a sparkling pink liquid, the other a gentle but solid blue. Pure Fantasy potion, they called it, and though each side was labeled, it really didn’t matter who drank which—the liquid was psychically connected, and used subtle transmutation to transform each participant temporarily into the other’s most desired form, and can even be manipulated mid-transformation if one thought hard enough. We had done this many times, all with amazing effect.\n\nHowever the Internet had come up with a new way of doing it. Something more exciting, unpredictable… swishing the liquid and mixing it together whist in your mouths with a kiss. So we, newlyweds on a honeymoon, decided to try it. We each took a half of the heart, and as I gestured, she nodded, and we poured it all in our mouths, swishing, and then kissing, mixing the substances together. Seconds into it as we each felt a rather good amount of the liquid falling down our cheeks, each of us began laughing at our effort, spilling even more. We pulled apart, both pink and blue staining her chin, and for a moment I tested our connection, focusing on her bare breast, but to no avail. “I don’t think it worked hon.”\n\nShe licked her lips and swiped the sweet liquid on her chin with a finger and put sucked on it for a second, trying to concentrate before coming to the same conclusion. “Try again? We have plenty of them thanks to your friends.”\n\n“Well, a wedding gift is supposed to be used, right?” I winked before reaching over and grabbing a new vial, and we repeated it again, this time sealing our lips and swallowing, though I think she took more than I did. Once we parted this time, she began licking it off my face, though allowed a small stream to drip to her breasts for me to clean.\n\nAs time passed, I almost believed that it just wasn’t working, until I felt the connection…though fuzzier than normal. I thought of her breasts swelling, her body becoming everything I could ever want, and I could feel her thoughts dwelling on my penis.\n\nThat’s when everything went wild. The world spun as I lost my strength for just a moment, and when I picked myself up, I noticed things were odd. Smaller arms, longer and now strawberry blonde hair, and—most notably—a pair of perfect, pale breasts with hard pink nipples clinging to my chest. “What the fuck?” I cried, my voice high and airy. I watched in horror as my penis hardened and then shriveled, escaping into a new tunnel as waves of pleasure rocked through me, and I could already feel my new vagina begin to moisten, then drip, then pour, pulsing, ready, wanting. My legs stiffened painfully for a moment, then formed perfect thighs and calves, and I found toes curling as I collapsed on my back in sheer painful pleasure.\n\nThen Nadia crawled over me, her skin now a slightly exotic hue, breasts swinging readily, and as I followed her thin waist to wide hips, I found a large, throbbing penis between her thighs.\n\n“No, no, honey—” I started, and she put a finger to my lips.\n\n“Shh, shh, it’s okay. This will be more than you could ever dream.” Without another word, she thrust the enormous penis inside of me, and I could only moan in pleasure. It hurt, yes, but it felt so unbelievably good. She pulled and thrust, rocking my entire body. I reached out, grabbing hold of her breast, and she did the same, the incredibly sensative nipples causing me to gasp and moan.\nI tried to focus the link between us, but it seemed my end was weaker, and as she felt my attempt at control, she *tsked* and almost growled, “Be a good bitch and behave.” As she spoke the words, I felt my ears travel upwards to the top of my head, becoming furred and pointed, and a painful and pleasurable extention of my spine protrude outward, growing fur to match my hair. My breasts swelled ever so slightly, and my mind altered just ever so slightly to accommodate the new pieces, and I found my tail wagging furiously when it wasn’t pinned under me. Part of me even wanted to lick her all over more than usual. I found that between every few moans and gasps, a half-howl escaped my lips.\n\nAs it went on, she became greedier and greedier, morphing my body bit by bit, taking hold of more and more, and I became more and more sensative and responsive to her every touch. No, I wanted her every touch. I wanted her to ravage me until she could no more. \n\n She thrust and we kissed and the magic fluctuated somewhat but held steady for hours upon end, until we collapsed in a heap of flesh, sweat, and cum, falling asleep with her still inside me.\n\nIt was only the next morning as we woke in the same state that we found an article on the internet warning against our very activity the night before, as it was found that in some rare cases, it became permanent. \n\nAnd in rarer, like ours, one of the participants retained their psychic connection over the other. I could feel Nadia's psychic command still linger over my body, stroking me quizzically, enough to excite but not change anything. All I know is that I couldn't fucking wait, and her slight knowing smile drove me hornier still. I licked her breast, looking up questioningly between each stoke of my tongue.\n\n\"Ready for round two?\" she asked, and my tail pumped excitedly, no words needed for an answer. \"Well, then,\" she started, lightly touching the side of my neck, \"bend the fuck over.\" "
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"content": "I hung my coat on the back of a dining room chair. My shoulders ached and my head pounded. Work had run hours over and tonight was my night to cook. I looked at the clock. Becca would be home soon. *She'll be annoyed that dinner isn't ready.*\n\nThe door creaked and feet shuffled across the old floorboards of their rental. A schoolbag full of nursing books fell to the ground as my wife looked over at me. She looked like I felt. \"Long day of classes?\" I asked. \n\nHer brown ponytail bobbed up and down on her head, five feet off the ground. Going back to school for nursing had been rough on us both. I had to pick up extra shifts just to make ends meet. \n\nHer eyes scrunched, \"Dinner?\"\n\n\"Pizza delivery sound good?\"\n\nShe sighed and dropped her shoulders, \"Can we afford it?\"\n\nI nodded and so did she. \n\n----\n\nAn hour later we sat on the couch, our bellies swollen with cheese, pepperoni, and grease. I looked over at her, \"Ready for some wine and a movie?\"\n\nShe laughed, \"Don't make me puke. *Vino dopo pizza?*\" I looked at her like confused puppy, not understating Italian. \n\nThen realized I knew enough to piece it together, \"Yeah, ok. Not a good idea.\" We laughed a bit. \"Just a movie then?\" \n\nHer eyes rolled hard, \"No tiger, it's bedtime.\"\n\n----\n\nWe laid there, both still uncomfortably full. \"Sex?\" I asked, in a joking tone. We both laughed. \n\nEventually, we drifted off to sleep. \n\n---\n\nIt was dark when I awoke, I'm not sure what was going on, but I was aroused and feeling great. Senses began to resolve and I realized my dick was being sucked. Eventually, I could see her head in the dark, bobbing up and down on my manhood. Her hair drifted lazily in the shadows as the moonlight played through the shades, tracing the curves of her nightshirt. \n\n\"Dessert?\" I jested. \n\nShe mumbled in the affirmative. The clock read 03:17. It wasn't the first time my wife had gotten \"the urge\" in the middle of the night. I laid back and let her work. If she wanted sex, she'd take it. Odds were, she was still too full, even I was slightly uncomfortable. But who was I to begrudge a bj?\n\nMy leg twitched as she made me climax, swallowing every drop. She patted my thigh and crawled up next to me to cuddle, not saying a word.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A woman has her ass eaten by her boyfriend's sister as said boyfriend calls her phone | [
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"content": "\"Ughhh, fuuuu- I mean h-hey James. How's it going?\" Mira clenched her hand around the phone as she heard a constant *slurp* from behind. She was laying down on her bed on her stomach, casually talking to her boyfriend as she had so many times before. Only this time, there happened to another woman with her tongue buried in her asshole.\n\n\"Hey there Mira!\" James said on speaker. \"What the hecks going on there? Is your cat harassing you again?\" There was amusement in his voice, obviously thinking it was her cat Sparkles playing another prank and licking her ear while she wasn't paying attention. A voice whispered as the face withdrew from her fat bubble butt for just a second. \"No, but she's is going to be getting some pussy either way...\"\n\nOlivia made her little joke with a smile before diving back into Mira's glorious ass. She began to eat out her hole like she hadn't had any food for weeks and her very survival depended on it. She made sure to slurp loudly as much as she could, almost wanting to make James suspicious about what was going on. After all, he didn't deserve a girlfriend who was this fucking hot.\n\n\"Oh yeah, Sparkles is...hnnnng...being a total...Fucking Amazing...uhhhhh...erm cat for sure,\" Mira's tongue lolled out a bit, and Olivia just grinned in satisfaction. Her brother didn't even know this girl had an anal fetish, but she had figured it out within minutes. It hadn't taken much work to seduce this one, just like all of his previous girlfriends she had slept with. In fact, she had suggested a simple cooking adventure with Mira, accidentally brushing boobs, butt, and nearly every other part of her body with the curvy girl until she had finally just grabbed her crotch and kissed her. Mira didn't even try to push her away, leaning into her sloppy kiss the instant their lips touched.\n\n\"Uh, babe, what's going on? You're acting really weird today. You want me to come over?\" James sounded a bit concerned.\n\n\"Don't worry, I'm...holy shit!\" Mira was about to answer when Olivia began rubbing her clit with one hand while she continued to make out with her asshole passionately. Mira's ass jiggled as she came for the third time so far, and Olivia merely kept working miracles with her tongue, dancing in and out of the beauty's entrance.\n\n\"Seriously you sound like you're\" Olivia stopped eating for a second to grab the phone and end the call, throwing it across the room. She was always super competitive with her brother, as was expected for twin siblings. This was one area she had beaten him in every time, though. Although he hadn't caught on, Olivia was the reason for the last few breakups he went through. She simply knew what made his girlfriends tick better than he did, and that made her hornier than anything else. Sure, her pussy was gushing just from eating out Mira's ass, but nothing could make her happier than stealing women from her own twin. Victory was indeed sweet.\n\n\"Why'd you do that?\" Mira asked, but Olivia just slipped two fingers into her pussy to aid her anilingus, causing Mira to bury her head in her pillow. Nothing could stop the beaming smile Olivia was wearing as she buried her face in between these girl's cheeks. *Your move James*, she thought."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your older sister is hosting a pool party in the backyard with some of her close friends. | [
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"content": "The lustrous strands of black hair flowed past his line of vision, hung in time as a supple, red smile crept across her otherwise perfect face. She knew it, I knew it, and there I sat smiling like an idiot as my eyes wandered the backyard landscape littered with beer cans, patio furniture and 4 scantily clad women splashing in the pool. \n\nI sat on the couch, lounging and unaware of the arousal which seemed to pulse like a hot vein between my legs. \n\nVeronica was perfect. Green emerald eyes that accentuated the pale sheen of a nearly flawless complexion. She always smiled and always seemed so bubbly and bright. The only issue was she was friends with my sister, a situation which laid the ground for the cultivation of so many pre-conceived notions.\n\n\"I caught him masturbating with a pair of my panties one time.\" \"He watches porn all day.\" \"Yadda yadda.\" Stephanie had never been able to shut up about my past misdeeds, and I feared if she knew I had even the slightest crush on Veronica she would use it against me.\n\nI sighed and returned to my book. The endeavor was worth fantasizing about, but the undertaking would be the end of me, so what was the point?\n\nA few minutes later I heard the patio door slide open. A few padded steps later and the raven-haired goddess that held my heart and balls in a vice slipped on to the cushion next to me in a relaxed position. \n\n\"Hey Jon...\" she said with a gentle smile, nudging my shoulder. \n\nI looked over and yawned,\"Hey Veronica..how's it hanging?\" \n\nUnphased by the obviously inappropriate question, Veronica turned to her side and lifted her head. \n\n\"Ha...you know I can't answer that, but maybe you could tell me...how's it hanging for you?\"\n\nIt took a moment to register for me before one eyebrow arched beyond what should be humanly possible. I licked my lips and carefully worded my response. \n\n\"Limp and slightly to the left,\" I said with a cheeky grin, which could not hide the rather bright red blush that had formed on my pale cheeks. \n\nShe laughed and turned again to look, You always crack me up, even with the small talk...\" she trailed off a bit as her eyes widened. Her focus had slowly shifted down along my torso to the groin area. \n\nConfused, I looked at her, then followed her gaze down noticing a rather large bulge poking up from the fabric of my jeans. Of course, bulges form in fabric all the time, tent pants tended to be a past time of mine, but this was a bit different. I looked up and let out a slight gasp. \n\nI had gone to the bathroom before I had sat down, and in my haste, I had forgotten to full zip up. Amidst the swirling contours of dark blue jeans, there was a flesh-colored island, a bulbous shape poking through the little opening left in my half-way zipped zipper.\n\n\"Is..i-is that what I think it is?\" She asked plainly. \n\nTo be continued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She isnt sure if its benevolent or malicious, vengeful or kind, but there is some sort of spirit occupying her new house. Every night, it wakes her with an orgasm, and wont let her sleep until it has at least one too. | [
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"content": "Spirits can't feel. \n\nWhile this might be a rather unnecessary fact for most, poor Mindy knew it all too well. The house she bought wasn't a classic Victorian mansion; it was simply a new, modern home. The previous owners, a lovely couple with a newborn, were moving out to find a bigger home. \n\nMindy fell in love instantly. \n\nSo did the house. \n\nWhen she first came to the house, it was a nice warm summer evening. Perhaps a bit too hot that night. The AC wasn't working and the windows were jammed, so Mindy went to bed wearing only the cool sheets. It would be the last thing she'd ever wear, in fact. \n\nIt began that night. She woke up in a cold sweat, hair on end, her panties in her mouth and the sheets restraining her body. She writhed and moaned as spectral fingers danced over her body, wet tongues dipping into her ears and up her side's and down her body. \n\nMindy could feel a cool sensation press against her ass. She bucked and shook, eager to fend off the impending penetration to no avail. It entered slowly, as if luxurating the forbidden hole, before increasing in speed. Wet sloppy slaps echoed through her room with the only ears being the house, and it's victim. Another sensation of something entered her pussy, and Mindy groaned in pleasure. She could feel whatever it was in her ass moving in sync with the thing in her cunt.\n\nTheir speeds increased, and decreased. Short hard thrusts that sent her body jiggling into orgasm to slow, long pushes that sent shivers down her body. \n\nIt took 10 hours of constant stimulation for her to stop responding. Another 5 for her coworker to rush in after missing her at work. \n\nAnd then there were 2. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You meet a lamia/naga in the woods, and they quickly dominate you due to their extreme strength. | [
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"content": "I span in place for a moment, leaping into the air and swinging the Glaive down, only for it to lodge into a Tree Root. I felt a sharp pain in my side as the creature flicked its tail, coiling around my midsection. With a sharp crack, it threw me to the edge of the clearing.\n\n\"You would have fared better with something fast, little one\"\n\nI looked up at my foe with a frustrated growl. Its upper half like that of a stunningly beautiful and clothesless woman, while its lower half was that of a giant snake. It slithered to and fro with surprising speed, always out of reach of my weapon. I rubbed my sides and stood up, drawing a dagger and holding it in stance.\n\n\"Well, I guess I spoke a bit soon. Hope you know how to use it~\"\n\nI surged forward, attempting to drive the blade into the beast's spine. Instead, it weaved around and grabbed me by the shoulders, forcing me into the ground. It rolled me onto my back, tearing my weapon from my hands and casting it aside. I felt its lower half coiling around my legs, binding me while it leaned just above me\n\n\"But you could use a lot more work, couldn't you?\"\n\nI looked down at my legs, seeing its lower half creeping up, tightening around my legs as its tail gently brushed the front of my trousers. I looked up, trying to push it off of me with predictably little result apart from its apparent amusement.\n\n\"Hah, you're really persistent aren't you? Energetic, determined, brave as well.\"\n\nShe leaned close, enough for me to smell her breath. Her smile widened wickedly, deviously as her tail pressed down on the small bulge on the front of my trousers.\n\n\"And aroused from being trapped in my coils... I think we're going to get along very well, you and I. What do you say?\"\n\nIt slowly began to dawn on me what she was planning to do to me. I opened my mouth to call for help when she suddenly plunged, arms wrapping around my body as her lips locked onto my own. Her tongue coiled around mine, exploring my mouth and moving constantly, viciously ravaging my mouth without pause. I began to feel tired, my grasp on the world fading softly in her embrace. I let my arms fall, feeling my mind melting into white noise as I fell to unconsciousness.\n\n~~~~~~~~~~\n\n*Plip. Plop. Plip.*\n\nI awoke to the sound of dripping water, echoing softly. My eyes opened to a series of stalactites above me, hardly visible in the darkness. Slowly, I sat up, looking around. I appeared to be laying on a makeshift bed inside a rather extensive network of caves. This section was lit by the soft, flickering flame that burned in the central firepit while various patches of cloth drifted from the stalagmites.\n\nI stood up, rubbing my temples, trying to remember what happened leading up to me waking here. I spied a rather well built bed in the corner of the chamber, I approached curiously. It had been slept in recently, the sheets unmade, though I could glean little from the craftsmanship.\n\nI turned around, walking around the chamber and mapping it out in my mind. After a while, I began to feel cold, so I sat by the firepit. Apart from the dripping water and crackling wood, the cave was deathly silent, until I heard the slithering. I wheeled around, breathing sharply as my eyes locked onto the form of a Lamia. It wore nothing, leaving its rather large breasts to sway freely with each movement. As it approached, carrying a few logs of wood, it coiled itself and looked at me.\n\n\"Morning, you slept hard didn't you? Mind giving us a hand with this?\"\n\nI remained standing, frozen in place. She looked at me with confusion for second, before finally understanding.\n\n\"Don't worry, i'm not going to eat you or anything like that, and I would prefer we have a fire going so we don't freeze.\"\n\nI approached cautiously, grabbing one end of the log.\n\n\"Bring it over to that stalagmite, we'll snap it in half\"\n\nI grunted as I raised the log up, holding its midsection steady above a stalagmite before putting my entire weight on it per her directions. It snapped with ease, breaking in two. We repeated this until we had 8 chunks of wood for the flame. \n\nI sat back down by the firepit, keeping an eye on my apparent captor as she coiled up by it. Her green scales seemed to shimmer in the light, I couldn't help but stare as they did. In this setting, she seemed far different than from earlier\n\n\"You know i'm not some terrifying monster who'll bite your head off if you ask me something, right? Come on, what's on your mind?\"\n\nI flinched as she looked down at me, looking back at the flame silently\n\n\"Come on little one, tell me what ails you\"\n\nI heard her uncoil slightly, hands resting on my shoulders playfully. I closed my eyes and sighed\n\n\"I didn't expect this in the slightest, okay?\", I spat, \"I expected that i'd be dead or... Something\"\n\nHer arms wrapped around me again, head resting on my shoulder. I could practically feel her amusement.\n\n\"Well it's a good thing you have a poor judge of character isn't it? Jumping to conclusions and all sorts\"\n\nI looked at her in annoyance.\n\n\"Why am I here?\n\nMy head shot down as she began winding around me. I stood up in shock.\n\n\"W-What are you doing?!\"\n\n\"Shhh... I need something from you. Something only you can give me\", she cooed, turning me to face her.\n\nI felt her tail coiling around me, binding my legs together. It pulsated softly, rippling across my body as it pushed me to the cave floor. She loomed above me, undoing my trousers with a smile of anticipation. She pulled them free, or as free as she could get them, revealing my semi-hard member to the cold air of the cave.\n\n\"You like this, don't you? Unable to move, completely at my mercy... I could do anything at all to you...\"\n\nHer tail coiled around my member as she spoke, gently wanking it, trying to get me ready. After a few moments, it uncoiled and she lowered herself down to it.\n\n\"Let's hope you don't disappoint here~\"\n\nShe plunged her head, drawing my member into her mouth. Her tongue coiling around it, travelling up and down its length while her scales glided across my body. Her lips pulled into a smile as she rose up, tongue trailing up slowly before flicking my helmet. She lowered her head again, constricting me as she found her rhythm.\n\nWhile she attended to her goal, I felt her tail creeping to my Anus, gently pressing against it to try goading me on. Scales pulsating softly around my body, the feeling of her mouth, just about everything she did felt better than it should have.\n\nAfter what felt like hours, I felt myself nearing the end of my rope. I moaned in pleasure, holding onto her as if to steady myself. It didn't take long for it to escalate, a burning heat arising in my lower half. I breathed sharp as I finally shot, firing 5 shots into her waiting mouth.\n\nAfter a moment of rest, she pulled back, swallowing with a giggle.\n\n\"You taste nice little man... I think you'll do just fine\"\n\nI looked at her, feeling myself being raised up in the air as she slithered to the bed, carrying me with her\n\n~~~~~~~~~~~~~\n\nShall continue at a later date"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A man discovers he can turn on, and off, at will, a woman's ability to reach orgasm. He abuses this power. | [
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"content": "May 3rd, 2018\n\nDear Diary,\n\n*Something was wrong with me*\n\nJust last week I was your perfectly normal and average barista, well that's what Suckbucks wants us to call ourselves. Sure it wasn't the most glamorous job ever, but it more than minimum wage, and it was helping offset the quickly rising total of my student loan.\n\nThis week I am your perfectly normal and average barista who can't cum. And I know what your thinking, big deal! There are plenty of women who can't orgasm anytime they want. You just have to figure out what works for you. Bullshit! I have never had any kind of problem in that area. I mean I have been having orgasms whenever I wanted, however I wanted for the last ten years. I know my own body, and something is wrong with it. I won't get into the little details, but I just spent nearly an entire hour with my vibrator pressed against my clit and got nothing. But it's not like it didn't feel good. It felt fucking great! I swore I was going to feel that blissful shivering any moment but it didn't come. Literally.\n\nAnd I am not some kind of sex fiend that needs to cum twice a day. I just want my odd orgasm. Without it, I get a little pissed off, if you can't tell. But, it's fine, I can control my emotions for now. And I have a plan. Maybe I just need some good old fashion cock. Screw technology and all it's multi\\-speed vibrations. Nothing gets me off like a nice thick dick. Thank god for Tinder and the easy hookups.\n\nAlthough there has been this new guy who has been showing up at our store. He's handsome, tall, and right now, I'd probably fuck him. But it's odd, he always goes out of his way to ask how I'm doing. Even asked me if anything was wrong the other day, almost like he could tell something was off about me. Strange. Either way, someone is coming over tonight, and making this little pussy finally get the orgasm it requires. Uh, I sound like such a slut.\n\n\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\n\nMay 4th 2018\n\nDear Diary,\n\nWhat the fuck! I mean this is getting out of hand now. Last night was a complete disaster. Well, maybe not for him, but for me it was! I literally fucked that guys brains out. I've never been that aggressive, especially with someone I literally met an hour before bringing him back here. God, and he was cute too. And hung! Man that dick was amazing. But fuck! I still couldn't cum. You have no idea how frustrating this is. It's one thing to just choose not to masturbate for a few days. But it's another to actually masturbate and have sex and then still be left horny. Uhhhhh, my pussy aches so much.\n\nIt didn't matter what position we tried. And trust me we tried everything. He was probably getting a little pissed because I kept switching positions on him. But I could just tell, every time, after a few minutes that something was still wrong with me. Doggy\\-style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, missionary, sixty\\-nine, spooning, yeah, all of it. And the worst part was, he came like three times! God, what an asshole!\n\nBut honestly, I wouldn't even be that mad if it wasn't for the constant ache. I mean it's just always there. It doesn't matter if I'm at the gym, in class or working. It's just there, aching, throbbing, pleading for more. But when I give it more, it just seems to max out at some point, unable to slip over the edge. I feel like I'm turning into an addict!\n\nUh, maybe I am. Even now, as I write this, my fingers are tracing over my wet mound. Uh, god my clit is so hard. I feel like it will burst. And my panties are so wet, its like I'm constantly leaking. Fuck, I wonder if I texted that guy from last night if he would come over again. I really want him inside me right now. Just fucking filling me. Making me beg for it. Okay, screw it, I'm texting him.\n\n\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\\-\n\n\\(Would be super interesting if someone wrote the guys side of view somehow. Also, to be continued?\\)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] [Incest] The Prince and Princess don’t recognize each other at the Royal Masquerade. It’s not until after things get frisky that they both realize who their partner is. | [
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"content": "It was the night of the annual Royal Masquerade.\n\nCrown princess Isabelle had been anticipating this event for quite a while now. As a member of the royal family, she is unable to enjoy the pleasures of other men outside of marriage. Something she probably even won't have control over. \n\nNights like these are her only opportunities to fool around with a total stranger. The party is just great for this. She's unrecognizable and so are the guests. \n\nIt wasn't the first time she'd done this either. The first year that she attempted anything, she was caught because one of the staff recognized her dress. The year after she'd bought a new dress, jewelry and shoes. She even wore her hair in a way she normally never does. And it all paid off. \n\nThat year, she managed to blow one of the guests, who then fingered her to her first orgasm. She hadn't been able to put him of her mind for months after that. She remembers every little, and not-so-little, detail of that encounter. His clothes, his mask, his strong fingers and his massive cock.\n\nThis year she was determined to find the same man and take it to the next level. She wore the same dress as last year, with the same shoes and jewelry. She even had her hair in the same way. She did her makeup in a way that complimented the mask. And finished it with an inviting red lipstick.\n\nAfter an hour of walking up and down the party, she'd spotted many acceptable candidates. She even flirted with some of them. Oh how she enjoyed this freedom.\n\n\"Well, well... I was hoping to find you here again.\"\n\nIsabelle's heart skipped a beat before she turned around to see exactly what she wanted. In front of her stood a tall man, dressed in the same dark blue suit and mask as last year's secret lover.\n\n\"*Play it cool, Belle.*\" She thought to herself.\n\n\"You wouldn't believe how long you've been on my mind since that night.\"\n\nIsabelle's face turned red.\n\n\"*Did I really say that? That's not 'playing it cool' at all!*\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, It's already so late and I had quite my fill.\" She quickly added in an attempt to recover from her first line.\n\n-\"Don't worry, the feeling is mutual. You know, I don't get quite as many chances in my life to... live, as much as we did last year.\" The man's smile was visible underneath the mask.\n\n\"We both want this, let's stop wasting our time then.\" Isabelle answered with a stern voice as she grabbed the man and kissed him.\n\n\"Follow me, I know this place.\" Isabelle led the guest towards a small private bathroom on the second floor.\n\nOnce inside they both fell into each other's embrace.\n\nLips connected as they explored each other's body. Belle moaned when the man kissed her in her neck. \n\n\"I want you now!\" She whispered as she grabbed his groin. Ripping the belt out of his pants in a swift motion. Her other hand had let her panties drop to the ground. She stepped out of them while going down to relieve her mysterious lover of his pants.\n\nA rock hard cock emerged from underneath. Not a second went by before Belle stuffed her mouth with it. \n\n\"Hmm.. mm.. oh God, I've missed this so much.. hmm.\" The sound of her sucking only interrupted by his occasional grunts.\n\nShe took it in as deep as she could. And held it there for as long as she could. In between she'd stroke the shaft and play with his balls.\n\n-\"Urgh.. wait! Not so soon, I don't want it to be over just yet.\"\n\n\"Oh no, we wouldn't want that indeed.\" Belle stood up and took a hold of the cock with an underhanded grip, stroking it ever so slowly. Her free hand was used to remove the straps of her dress from her shoulders. \n\nThe dress fell off in the blink of an eye. Belle felt like a goddess when she saw the guest look her up like that. He was in awe.\n\n\"Now... please...\" She took two slow steps back and sat up on the counter behind her.\n\n\"Fuck me.\" She opened her legs and presented herself.\n\nThe man lunged forward and entered her without hesitation.\n\n\"Oohh yesss.\" Belle moaned.\n\n-\"You're so fucking wet\"\n\n\"Hmm hmm\"\n\nThe time for conversation was over. Belle was reduced to only making moans thanks to overwhelming feeling of ecstasy over her.\n\nShe grabbed him by his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist. The pace quickened and so did their breathing.\n\nWith every thrust Belle let out an ever higher pitched squeal.\n\n\"I'm... hmmm... I'm so close.\" Isabelle begged him to go faster.\n\nShe placed her hands behind her back on the counter. His hands were around her back. Holding her close.\n\nThe sheer force of his thrusting made her mask come loose. But she was so close to orgasm that she couldn't care less.\n\nAnd then it happened, the mask flew of her face after she rocked her head back. Her face didn't make it seem like she knew it had happened.\n\n-\"Belle?!\"\n\nThe fucking stopped. Isabelle slowly snapped out of it and answered in a haze.\n\n\"... R-Richard?\"\n\nThe two of them were still heavily panting.\n\nIsabelle unmounted the prince and took his mask off. She slowly moved closer and gave him a kiss on the lips. Her hands grabbed his cock once again.\n\n\"Well... don't stop now, I was almost there.\" She turned around and bent over the counter. Presenting her perfect pussy from the back.\n\nA few seconds went by before she gasped for air. \n\n\"Ooohh fffuuuuck YES!\"\n\nThe two went at it like never before. Richard grabbed a hold of Isabelle's arms and pulled her towards him as he fucked her with all of his might.\n\nMoaning became screaming.\n\n\"I'm gonna cum!\" The prince warned.\n\n-\"O-oh f-fuck... fill...me...up p..p-please!\"\n\nIsabelle let out a last high pitched scream as she felt the prince's juices enter her. Every last muscle in her body contracted and relaxed again.\n\n\"Ohhh, hmmm.\"\n\nRichard pulled out and looked for his pants.\n\n-\"You know what this means right?\"\n\n\"W-w-what?\" Belle stuttered.\n\n-\"We'll never have to wait for these kind of parties again. Now that we know about each other...\"\n\n\"I'll see you tonight then...\" she answered smiling, still limp over the counter as she watched the prince leave the room."
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"content": "Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. You can do this.\n\n\"Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight we will be featuring our brand new batch of women, all aged 18! They will gladly entertain whatever needs you have, no restrictions whatsoever! They will be seated over at Booth 51-60, so if you're interested in them please make your way over there now!\n\nBreathe. In. Out. In. Out.\n\nWho knew that there would be so many horny men and women interested in me?\n\nThe stampede of feet soon followed. The clacks of high heels. The stomps of working boots. All wanting to pop the cherries of the 10 new teeenagers.\n\nTo take my virginity.\n\nSee, this cafe wasn't like every other ones. For one, prices weren't fixed. You would pay what you wanted. Secondly, scantily clad ladies would deliver the drinks to your table, should you do want to. And third, you could fuck any woman registered with the cafe. No questions asked.\n\nWhy had I joined? I needed money. My family was in a pretty rough patch, and I thought I could go out to work. That was when I came across this cafe, which claimed it could help my family out of any debts, as well as give them a much, much better state of living.\n\nIf I had sold my virgin body completely to them.\n\nI know I was young, but I understood the theme of sacrifice. If I gave away my body, they could live a much happier life. Of course they didn't accept it, but I did it anyway.\n\nSo now, back to reality. I was sitting in my booth, wearing the most alluring clothes I could on my first day. I had donned on a black leather choker with loop holes for ropes to go through. A tight black leather bra framed my bust perfectly, and it didn't help that the nipples were poking through the holes. A black steel-boned corset, with added loops. A black crotchless g string barely hid my shimmering pussy from plain sight, and I knew this would drive them absolutely mental. Black seamed stockings with lace tops covered my creamy thighs and long legs, and were held taut by six garter straps from my corset. High stilleto heels completed the set. Oh, and did I forget, shackles on each of my limbs?\n\nI knew I was the fantasy of every person, man or woman, inside that room. I knew how to flaunt my body, from my blossoming boobs, to my geargous curves, my tight ass and shapely legs, I could make any man cream his pants in a matter of seconds.\n\nWithin seconds, my booth was crowded by people, all wanting to claim my maiden experience. By booth, it was more like a large office, which served as both my living space and working environment. On one side contained a whole load of BDSM equipment, including a whole spread of toys to use freely, and on the other costumes to other days.\n\nIt didn't take long for my head to be pushed back against the examining table in the middle of the room. My hands were pushed high above my head, and locked to the table's legs. My neck and corset found its place in the respective clips on the table, also bounding them and rendering them useless. My legs were locked in place at the bottom of the table to each of its legs, spreading them even further. My body was being touched everywhere, and frankly, I didn't care. I just wanted to be touched, to be pinched, to be caressed. To be fucked. God, I was so turned on my pussy was already dripping.\n\nIt was only a matter of time before someone mounted my head at the end of the table, and I was mildly surprised when I saw another pair of dripping pussy lips right in front of my eyes. I had only seen my own, and to see another really turned me on even more.\n\nI jumped right in. Licking. Sucking. Finding her protruding clitoris and licking even more. Loud moaning sounds filled the room as her legs started to quiver in anticipation of the upcoming orgasm. And as she rode it out, I felt a burst of energy, coming from my pussy. I heard the distinct hum, and realised they had found my stash of vibrators. The vibrating egg they had used was buzzing away, and I knew in a few minutes all my pent-up sexual tension would be unleashed. I started licking more in a frenzy, and as she exploded all over my mouth, another person in line came forward. This time it was a man, whose dick was longer than I could ever imagine. Fueled by my hormones, I immediately took his full length straight in, until it kept going down my throat. I almost gagged, but at the same time enjoyed the feeling of being stuffed.\n\nIn. Out. In. Out. \n\nSomeone increased the speed of the egg, but I didn't care, I was in bliss. I had always dreamt of being fucked in all my holes, and tonight I could fulfill it. I continued deep-throating him, and as his cock pulsated sending fresh semen down my throat, I could feel the wave in my body crashing down hard, rewarding me with the pleasure I sorely needed.\n\nIt was fucking incredible. And I wanted more.\n\nI tried bucking my hips as much as I could in the restraints of my bondage, signalling to everyone around me of my burning need. It seemed to have worked, because out of the corner of my eye I could see a huge guy unzipping, producing probably the biggest dick in the world. I wanted to be stretched, to be used, to be used freely as a cum-dumping whore. And as he pressed he member against my clitoris and vaginal entrance, my body went into overdrive. Just having the tip of his hardness enter the tight folds of my sex was enough to send me into a state of ecstasy, and he plunged his full length into me, another woman's, lips came up to my mouth, waiting for a free service. And before he could start pumping, another rock hard dick started pressing against my anus, and with a little lubrication, slid right in.\n\nI thought I knew what an orgasm felt like. I didn't.\n\nAs their dicks slowly and slightly out of sync penetrated my holes, I could feel a gigantic tide building, drawing all the energy left in my system, ready to form the biggest orgasm yet. I focused on my tongue, moving around, darting in and out, and sucking like my life depended on it. The moans of two women filled half the room, and the grunts of two men the other. This was bliss. This was my fantasy that I always wanted to happen, but somehow never did. \n\nThe wave seemed to get higher and higher, reaching impossible heights. I had one job: bring all 3 of them to orgasm, and I wanted to do it as fast as possible. I clenched my muscles as they penetrated, and judging from the increased grunts could only summise that it was increasing their pleasure. Across the room numerous people had their fingers on frantically rubbing on their private parts, enjoying the scene in front of them, while some even audaciously began to make wild passionate love right there.\n\nThen, the wave crashed. It felt like I was on a whole new reality, as my pussy pulsated with the loads of two men inside me. The woman had started frantically fingering herself, and as she reached her peek and her juices squirted all over my face. I was told I had passed out from the sheer power of the orgasm, but I still felt like I had just started.\n\nAnd the best part? This continued way into the morning, till he cafe had to close. There were many grumpy faces, sad that they couldn't have their fair share of pussy, while a large portion left satisfied, with a huge smile on their faces.\n\nI had enjoyed every single second of attention that night. And I was giddy with excitement waiting to do it again that night. Waiting for you.\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your sister offers up her friend in exchange for a lift to and from a party. | [
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"content": "We sat alone in the living room of her and my sisters apartment, a pizza on the table, half plain cheese, half bacon. Some soft core porn was playing on the tv. There was a minor tension in the room. \n\n\"So...\"\n\n\"So...\"\n\nMy sister offered her friends um \"services\" if I drove her to a party. True to her word, her and her boyfriend left us the apartment for the night to make the transaction. \n\n\"So, your sister talked me into this and you haven't even made the slightest move. What gives...is it me? \"\n\n\"No, you're beautiful and fun to hang with. But I was never going to fully accept the offer. If someone fucks me I want them to be into it as well, not as a bargaining chip.\"\n\nI sip my soda as a small smile comes over her face. She pushes her hair back and continues to eat. The night past, eventually we didn't even notice the movie was on or anything as we sat up talking. \n\nIt was 2 AM. She yawned and stretched a little, her pajama shirt pulling up a little exposing her stomach with a piercing in her belly button and a small bit of her panties peeking out of her sweats. \n\n\"Tired?\"\n\n\"Mhm...you don't have to go though...I mean you can crash here, it's safer then trying to drive home.\"\n\nThere was a thin blush on her cheeks as she rubbed her arm. I shrugged and accepted the offer. \n\n\"Great, I'll go get you a spare pillow and blanket. \"\n\nI closed and tosses out the pizza while she was gone. She returned, the pillow and blanket in hand. \n\n\"It's not five star hotel quality but it's what we got. It's still pretty comfortable.\"\n\n\"Hey just leave me with the tv and I could sleep on tacks. \"\n\nShe giggled. I always thought she a cute laugh. I took the stuff from her and we said our good nights. Around 3 AM, I feel her hand on my leg and I slowly open my eyes a little. She smiles and crawls under the blanket cuddling up against me. \n\n\"I had a bad dream. You don't mind do you?\"\n\n\"Not at all.\"\n\nHer perfume stilled lingered, it felt good to have my arms around her. This wasn't supposed to happen."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a magic-spell-gone-wrong scenario you end up slowly physically turning into your best friend's dream lover. To your horror you discover that also involves certain... urges you find difficult to oppose... | [
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"content": "I had tried so many things. I had talked to therapists, I had tried working out, I had tapped my friends for advice. None of it mattered. None of it helped. I had been on the occasional date, but they had never led anywhere. After one or two, the girls would stop responding and I would be left alone again. \n\nTo say that I was reaching a point of desperation was putting it lightly. I was 26 and had never really had any sort of long term relationship. I didn't know what the problem was, so I couldn't correct it, and I was sick of taking shots in the dark. \n\nWhich led me to look into more... esoteric means to correct my problems. It had taken months of searching, asking around shady shops, but I had found something that should work. I had gathered the ingredients, set up the diagrams, and held the slip of paper that had the strange words on it. They didn't even really make words. Well, not the parts that were originally written on the sheet. My words, a description of the partner I wanted, were pronounceable. \n\nI wanted someone who was hot, completely irresistible to me. Someone who would be my best friend, and who would always stick by me. Supposedly, the spell would help ensure we got together by 'molding' me. \n\nI picked up my lighter and burned the edge of the paper, and then started reciting the gibberish written on the paper. I had gone over it with the woman that I bought the spell from, making sure I had the pronunciation right. I completed my recitation just as the last of the paper burned, and when it did I felt... something. A ripple was the only way that I could describe it. It passed through me and made me shiver, but that was all. \n\nI stayed where I was, in the center of the diagram, for several minutes. When it seemed that nothing else was happening, I decided to go to bed. \n\nI blew out the candles and turned off my light. I had felt something, I just had to hope that it would actually work. \n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\nIt had taken 3 days before I noticed anything from the spell. I studied myself in the mirror, narrowing my eyes to take in the changes. They were slight, all considered, but my facial hair was thinned. Normally, I would have needed to shave every few says, but I was still well within my normal amount of dishevelment. I lifted my arm, looking into the mirror to get a better look at it. It was hard to tell, but it appeared a bit slimmer. \n\nI frowned, but decided to leave the bathroom. I headed back to my living room and fell onto my couch, next to Mark. He was my oldest friend, and had been one of the few who had stuck through me during my darkest times. We had had a lot of good times, too.\n\n\"You took long enough in there,\" Mark said, standing from the couch. \"Hope you lit a match.\" \n\nI rolled my eyes. \"I wasn't shitting,\" I said. \"I was just...\" I trailed off. How could I explain that I had been staring at myself trying to track changes that a magic spell was causing. \"Uh, do I look different to you?\" \n\nMark raised an eyebrow, and shook his head. \"Nope, still the same as ever. You really should consider hitting the gym. I'd be glad to go with you.\" \n\nI opened my mouth, then closed it, thinking that over. Finally, I nodded. \"Yeah, maybe...\" I said.\n\n\"Cool. think on it. I'm gonna piss,\" Mark said. \n\nI watched him head to the bathroom, my brow furrowing in confusion. I went to the gym. I went three times a week, at least. Despite that, Mark was acting like I never went. Like this was normal...\n\nI ran a hand through my hair and leaned back into the couch, making a note to go back to the woman I got the spell from if things kept progressing in a weird direction. \n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\n\"Something is fucking wrong here,\" I said, glaring at the old woman. For her part, she was doing a great fucking job letting me know that she didn't care that I was angry with her. She sat in her tall backed chair, sipping on her tea. \n\nAfter a painfully long sip that I assumed was being performed for emphasis more than anything, and then lowered the cup from her lips. \"The spell is working perfectly, child.\" \n\n\"No, it's fucking not,\" I said, slamming my hands onto the table in front of her. I lifted one up, grabbing my hair. I took hold of a handful of brown strands, which were now hanging down to my shoulders. \"This has grown a crazy amount over the last couple of days, and I'm getting weaker. My muscles are almost completely gone. I think I'm getting shorter, too.\" \n\n\"You did all as instructed, yes?\" the woman asked, placing the tea cup onto the table and folding her hands in her lap. \"You wrote precisely what you desired on the paper?\" \n\n\"Yes, I did,\" I said. \n\n\"How specific were you? My instructions were to be as clear as possible in your desires.\" \n\n\"I was specific enough. I wrote exactly what I wanted.\" \n\n\"I don't doubt it, but how specific were you?\" the woman asked. \"Did you specify who you wanted your partner to be? What you wanted them to be?\" \n\nI raised my eyebrow. \"What the hell does that mean? You didn't tell me I had to pick someone.\" \n\n\"I said to be as specific as possible,\" the woman said. \"Spirits are fickle. If you leave them an opening, they will allow whimsy to guide them. If you choose ambiguous words, they will choose the path that most amuses them. For example, if you list traits, but not gender of your future partner...\" \n\nI felt my anger fade, quickly replaced with a cold terror. \"Wh-what do you mean?\" I asked. \"I... it should know, right? I mean...\" \n\n\"It knows nothing. It is a spell, a beckoning to the spirits. The spirits may know, but they are unlikely to care of your true desires. They will do as they wish, when given the chance.\" \n\n\"Are you...\" I had to stop, swallowing despite the sudden dryness of my mouth. I grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it over, then fell into it. I took another moment to catch my breath. \"Are you trying to say I'm turning into a woman?\" \n\n\"You suspected as much, or you would not be here,\" the woman said. \"And you desire a way to stop the spirits.\" \n\n\"Yeah...\" I said. \"Yes! I... help me stop it.\" \n\nThe woman shook her head. \"Impossible. Once a spell is initiated, it can not be stopped. To interfere with the work of spirits would bring catastrophe.\" \n\n\"I've already had catastrophe brought to me,\" I said. \"I can't... What will... My life...\" \n\n\"I doubt anyone will notice. The spirits do not want to be noticed, and they take steps to ensure that their power is unnoticed. I'm sure you have already experienced this, to a degree.\" \n\nI had. Mark hadn't noticed any of my changes when we had hung out, and neither had any of my other friends. \n\n\"There has to be a way to undo this...\" I said. \n\n\"I'm afraid not. You should have heeded my warnings,\" the woman said. \"I do wish you luck, child.\" \n\nI looked into the woman's eyes, and saw the coldness in them. She didn't care at all. \n\n\"I... is there a way to find out who...\" I couldn't bring myself to finish the question. \n\n\"Think about what you wrote. Analyze your words, and think as the spirits would. Simple, whimsical.\" \n\nI nodded, and pushed myself out of the chair. \n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\n\"You alright?\" \n\nI jumped, startled at the sudden interruption from my thoughts. I ran a hand through my hair, fighting the urge to frown as I remembered it's length. \"Uh, yeah, fine. Just tired.\" I said. \n\n\"Late night or something?\" Mark asked before taking a sip of his beer. \n\n\"Yeah, trouble sleeping,\" I said. Between my changes and the knowledge of my fuck up, I wasn't sleeping much these days. \n\n\"It happens.\" \n\nI nodded, wincing as my hair brushed against my neck. I had grown even thinner, my muscles almost completely gone now. I had definitely shrunk, now standing at 5'8\" instead of my previous 5'11\". \n\nEven worse, my penis had shrunk, and my chest was slightly puffy. I knew for certain now how my body was shifting. Not that I truly doubted it after my conversation with the woman. All that was left was to piece together who the spell was matching me with. \n\n\"You wanna hit the bar tonight?\" Mark asked. \n\n\"I don't think I'm really up to going out,\" I said. \n\n\"That's cool,\" Mark said. \"I'm pretty tired too. I was really just asking to be nice. I'm cool with handing out here, catching a movie or something.\" \n\nI smiled, nodding. I felt better at that, and reached up to scratch at my chest, slightly itchy. I felt my heart beating, how fast it was.\n\nMy eyes widened as realization set in. In that moment, I knew who the spell had matched me to. \n\n\"I'm gonna pick a movie, since your taste sucks,\" Mark said. \n\n\"Sure,\" I said, my voice slightly hollow. \"Sounds good.\" \n\n(To be continued)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "In a stupid act of congress meant to reduce workplace harassment, employers are now required to offer employees "masturbation breaks" during the workday, and most have designated rooms. | [
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"content": "As soon as the clock hit 2:05, Dave pulled his headset off and stretched. His neck and hips made a cracking sound as he did. He always felt his body wasn’t designed to sit in a cubicle all day, but he couldn’t walk away from an easy, well-paying job with good benefits. And the perks, *oh* the perks. \n\nMaking his way through the maze of cubes and conference rooms, he finally made it to the corner office. On the door was a plaque that had etched into it “RELIEF ROOM”. His cock have an involuntary, almost-Pavlovian twitch as his hand touched the doorknob and he stepped inside. \n\n“Hey Davey-boy, you made it!” Thomas said to him from where he was standing. The man was at least thirty years older than Dave with graying hair and face full of stress-related wrinkles. Though Dave had to admit, the man was looking better, healthier, and less stressed since the new law went into effect. \n\n“Of course I’m here, Tom,” Dave said, “I wouldn’t miss my break. Why are you here? Isn’t this your third one of the day?”\n\n“Oh piss off,” Thomas said, “you know I work better when I’m relieved.”\n\n“*Oh yeah, fuck me mommy!*”\n\nDave looked over to the big flat screen TV on the wall. Instead of CNN or Sportscenter playing, there was a rather graphic porno. The two men watched for a moment as a petite blond pornstar was getting fucked by an older, equally beautiful one with a strap-on. In a big leather recliner in front of it was their coworker Courtney. She was completely bottomless, legs spread over each armrest of her chair, and her fingers were generously inside her sopping, wet slit. \n\nDave sighed. Thomas looked at him and shrugged. \n\n“C’mon Court,” he said, “how many times do you got watch this pseudo-incest shit?” \n\nOn the screen, the younger pornstar (AKA the “daughter”) was moaning “mommy” over and over. The women were no doubt beautiful, but Dave just thought the incest part was weird. \n\n“Shoulda got here earlier,” Courtney said, “then you could have chosen the video.” She spoke nonchalantly, her fingers working her sex like it was second nature. “Would you rather I put on male-on-male stuff?” \n\n“No thank you,” Thomas interjected, “the only gay porn I like has women.” \n\n“That’s lesbian porn,” Courtney said.\n\n“Technically it's still gay,” Dave said as he sat in the recliner next to Courtney. He eyed his coworker. She was young and fresh out of college like him. But rather than the clean-cut look he was known for, Courtney was more of a rebel. Her blonde hair was short, cut into a pixie style, and dyed purple and blue today. She had heavy eye-makeup and tattoos under her business casual blouse. With her pants crumpled in the chair before her, Dave could appreciate her body better, and take note that her tattoos spread *all* over her body. \n\n“Hey that’s a new one, isn’t it?” He said as he pointed at a small tattoo of a platypus in a wheelchair on her upper thigh, “what's that supposed to represent?” \n\n“How you should watch the porno and stop staring, you creep,” she bit back. Then she pulled her hand away from her swollen clit for a moment and gave Dave a shiny, sticky middle finger. \n\n“Hey now, is that how team members are supposed to act?” \n\nAll three turned around to see their manager Laura standing there, arms crossed. She was a thirty-four year old woman with long brown hair and an extremely generous rack that was impressive even beneath her blazer and blouse. \n\n“Do we need to do another team-building activity?” Laura said as she made her way over to the other three. \n\n“Laura!” Thomas said excitedly, “this is the first time I’ve seen you in here!”\n\n“Tom, isn’t this like he third time you’ve been here today?” She asked. \n\nThomas looked down at the ground sheepishly. \n\n“It’s fine,” she did warmly, “your numbers are through the roof this month. All of yours are.”\n\n“It’s all the jerkin’ and shlickin’!” Courtney said, her eyes still focused on the screen and her fingers back inside her.\n\n“Are you going to join us?” Dave asked hopefully. He was attracted to Laura. Everyone was. It wasn’t just because of her curvy body, her perfectly sculpted face, or her piercing yet somehow still gentle eyes. Laura had a commanding presence that directed the attentions of everyone around. That was why she was a leader. \n\n“Maybe,” she said, pausing for a moment while her eyes focused on the screen. Dave could swear he saw her cheeks flush as she watched one of the pornstars lick the others pussy, face smeared with wetness. \n\n“Why’re you here, then?” Thomas asked. He had pulled his cock out of the fly of his slacks by now, his thick meat growing due to the porn, Courtney, or both. \n\n“Incentive program,” Laura said, snapping back to attention, “the relief room program was supposed to be to limit sexual harassment. Whether it succeeds in that is up for debate, to be honest. But what it *did* succeed in is improving numbers across the board. Employees are more focused and attentive. This will be a record year for us.”\n\n“Cha-ching!” Courtney said with a fist pump. \n\n“So to ride this wave of success,” Laura continued, “I’m introducing additional perks.”\n\n“Like?” Dave asked. Laura smiled broadly. \n\n“Well for starters, Dave you’ve had largest improvement since last month. For that…” she pulled out a tablet and handed it to him. “Personal porno machine. Stream anything you want anytime you want. Even at your desk.”\n\n“Whoa,” Dave said. Could he really masturbate at his desk? He didn’t know if he wanted to. No real life eye candy like Courtney. \n\n“Courtney,” Laura continued as she stepped in front of the younger woman. Courtney, eyes still glued to her porno, actually craned her neck to look around her boss to watch the dramatic ending of her incest porno. “You’ve made the biggest sale this month. For that, you get one of these babies.” She handed her a vibrating egg. Court stopped fingering herself and took the thing in her sticky hands. \n\n“Oh, thanks I guess,” she said, “I’m not really big on toys, Laura.” She held her hand out, fingers splayed. Clear, viscous tendrils of her wetness formed like bridges between them. “Nothing beats five-fingered Max.” \n\nLaura looked down and smiled. Without saying a word, she gripped the hem of her skirt with her fingers, then pulled it up over her hips. All three coworkers jaws dropped as they stared at their bosses trimmed pubes. In the elastic of one of her stockings was the controller for her egg. Curiously, hers wasn’t inserted in her pussy. \n\n“You’ve been walking around like that all day?!” Courtney asked as Laura smoothed her skirts back down. \n\n“You won’t believe how much this will change your life,” Laura said. Even though the thing was vibrating deep inside her anus, Dave noticed how aroused it was making her. Her clit was engorged and poking through her dark mess of pubic hair and her labia was swollen and glistening. \n\n“Sweet,” Courtney said as she began to think about how she was going to use it. \n\n“And old man Tom,” Laura said, “you’ve had the best numbers in the entire company. That means you get something extra special.”\n\nThomas nodded enthusiastically, his thick cock hardening at the very thought of what he was going to get. He was a horny dog, but no one could compete with his sales numbers. \n\n“You will be getting a half day, fully paid and not counted towards your PTO,” she said. Tom tried to look grateful, but we could see it in his eyes. He was disappointed. He wanted his own vibrating egg or iPad full of porn. \n\n“-with me,” Laura finished, “starting now.” She licked her lips and smirked at him, then began to unzip her skirt. Courtney and Dave shared a look, then readjusted their recliners. \n\n“Finally,” Dave said, “something good to watch.” \n\nCourtney gave him another middle finger before turning to resume masutrbating while watching their boss fuck their coworkers’ brains out. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A boy and a girl, best friends for six years, since seventh grade, are totally platonic. However, one day out of nowhere, they agree see each other naked. | [
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"content": "Jennifer and Steven had known each other quite a while. Steven was an Air Force brat and his Dad was stationed somewhere new every couple of years. In his early years Steven didn’t have much consistency. But his Dad was close to retirement and decided to get stationed somewhere where Steven could flourish and make friends to eventually graduate with. \n\nAround 7th grade (the summer leading up) while Steven was killing time (he didn’t know anyone as of yet) he would spend his time at the park practicing his juggling and handling on the soccer fields. Steven was pretty good for his age and was excited to try out for his school’s team. \n\nOne day as he was practicing kicking into the goal he was startled by a small voice behind him.\n\n“Of course you can score goals when there is no goalie!” Jennifer presented herself.\n\n“Well I have no one else out here so I work with what I have.” He retorted. Jennifer met him with a smirk.\n\n“How about you see if you can get one past me?” Jennifer challenged. “You get 10 tries.”\n\nSteven lined up and took his shots. One after another being deflected by Jen. A couple bounced off the frame. He got close, but couldn’t get past her.\n\n“Nice try, you gotta do better than that!” Jen teased.\n\nSteven shouted “Let me have one more!”\n\n“Ok. Bonus kick.” Jen licked her lips and squared up for the block.\n\nSteven smashed the ball with the outside of his foot sending it a direction that Jen wasn’t expecting. She dove full stretch and blocked the shot, barely. The tips of her fingers gave the ball some spin.\n\n“Ha! 11 in a row!” Jen cheered unaware the ball was rolling in the goal behind her.\n\n“Nope. Just 10!” Steven cackled.\n\nJen turned to see the goal and cracked up laughing.\n\n“Ok you got me.” She approaches Steven with a hand extended. “The names Jennifer. You can call me Jen.”\n\n“Pleased to meet you, ma’am.” Steven responded is a poor western accent. “I’m Steven.” Killing the accent because he knew it was awful.\n\n“Whay thank you, mistah Steven.” She returned an equally awful accent garnering quite the laugh from both of them. Steven’s first friend would end up being his best friend.\n\nGrowing up they talked about soccer (and played often), helped each other with homework, lamented about their relationship problems, and pretty much anything else you’d expect two friends to support each other through. When it came time to leave for college they decided to spend some time being care-free before they had to do the “adult grind” of advanced education. Steven was attending out of state and Jen was attending nearby. She had already obtained an apartment for school, but hadn’t finished moving her things in. Steven was all packed and living off of what he could fit into his backpack until he left at the end of the weekend.\n\nWith Jen’s playful nagging he finally caved and agreed to help her move the last of her things into the apartment. Her guilt trip sounded something like: “But Steven you’re *never gonna see me again!!!*” That’s all it took for him to cave. Of course he would see her again, but it may be a while and that saddened Steven. They had spent *years* together.\n\nOn Friday night after they brought the last bit of boxes in and in place they decided to kill the evening by watching bad movies and ordering pizza. There was a real “Mystery Science Theatre” feel to the night as they crawled through old black and whites. Shoved close on the only piece of furniture in the apartment (a loveseat) Jen’s head rested on Steven’s shoulder and she began to doze off. It was getting late.\n\nSteven glanced at the clock. 2:00am...There’s no point in heading home now. I’ll get her into bed and crash on the couch I suppose. Steven gently patted the leg of a groggy Jennifer.\n\n“Hey, sleepy.” He snickered\n\n“I’m not sleepy.” Jen quickly responded.\n\n“Oh yes then why are your eyes closed!?” He snapped back grinning.\n\n“I wasn’t sleeping...I was suffocating a bug in my eye.” She lied.\n\n“Yea **OK**!” said Steven “It’s time for bed. Come on.”\n\n“What are you going to do?” She sounded concerned.\n\n“I’ll crash in here on the couch.” Steven looked kind of bummed.\n\n“Well do you have any jammies?” Her question was innocent enough. “I have some shorts you can wear so you don’t have to sleep in jeans. I also have some tank tops if you want one?” Jen had some unisex tank tops she used for soccer and general workouts.\n\n“Yea yea that’s cool. Thanks.” Steven seemed relieved.\n\n“We don’t need you sleeping in jeans. Haha” Jen trailed off into the bedroom. “You coming?”\n\nSteven followed her into the bedroom as she began rummaging through her tank tops. \n\n“Here this one should fit well.” She said. Steven was bigger than her so it was difficult to find one the right size. Steven took his shirt off to throw the tank on. “Ah wait - this one has something on it. I’ll scrub this out in a bit and you can wear it, okay?”\n\n“Yea Yea that’s cool.” He responded. \n\n“Yea I might as well grab one too. It’s kind hot in here. I need to figure out the thermostat. It has a mind of its own.” Jen slid hangers around. She reached down and pulled her shirt off. It was really no big deal. Steven had seen her multiple times in that same sports bra during workouts and endurance training. This was nothing new. “Oh - here.” Jen grabbed some shorts for Steven and tossed them his way. She began looking for some nighty shorts to go with her tank top. She looked over and saw that Steven hadn’t changed his shorts yet.\n\n“Hey are you gonna just stand around or what? Put the shorts on, dummy.” Jen giggled. Steven stood there dumbfounded. It’s like he forgot how to change his clothes. \n\n“I was going to. Let me go change.” He was starting to sweat.\n\n“Oh God seriously, Steven? How long have we known each other? I’ve seen your plaid little boxer shorts before.” Jen was poking fun.\n\n“Nah it’s not like that I just-“ He was cut off.\n\n“Dude...just put the shorts on. What’s going on with you?” She seemed puzzled. “Here does this make things equal now?” She pull her yoga pants down and stepped out of them leg by leg. She had spankies on underneath that she normally wore during volleyball season. “Now put the freakin shorts on!” She was cracking up at his face. He was not expecting that!\n\nSteven tried to make a joke to shut her down and let him leave to go change. “No it’s not equal. You’re wearing a bra!” He cackled hoping she would give up and let him go change.\n\n“You want to wear one of mine?” She ribbed.\n\n“I’m not wearing your bra you weirdo. I don’t have anything to in them. So I guess I can go change now?” He was looking for confirmation.\n\n“Good Lord Steven just- alright you know what?” Jennifer grabbed her sports bra and lifted it over her head. Her plump B cups (arguably Cs) dropped right out. They didn’t have far to go seeing as she was so fit and they were so perky. “There! Are you happy? Is this good? Are you going to quit being a little wimp and change now or do I have to loose the spankies as well?” She joked, but also seemed kind of serious.\n\n“Jen you don’t understand. I didn’t mean it like that I just-“ again he was cut off.\n\n“I swear to everything holy, Steven, if you don’t” she began cackling trying to sternly scold him “put on those friggin’ shorts!”\n\nJason was wearing some athletic sweats so a change to shorts should be a simple switch. 5 seconds tops. \n\n“I will when-“ he fumbled\n\nJen dropped everything she was holding and began marching toward Steven both annoyed and playful. She was wearing nothing more than her spankies. With every step her breast jiggled. Her braided pig tails were swaying with authority.\n\n“I told you! I’ve already” she marched closer “seen” she was getting close” your stupid, plaid” She grabbed the band of Steven’s sweats and yanked them down. “Box-!!!”\n\nSteven’s semi-hard meat flipped up and caught Jen in the chin. He wasn’t wearing boxers that night. With a quick reaction he shouted “How about *your* plaid boxers!?” He reach over and grabbed her spankies and yanked revealing Jen’s completely shaved peach.\n\nHer eyes met his with a look of embarrassment, confusion, and hunger."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: During a Blizzard, you find an ancient castle and decide to take shelter in it. Unbeknownst to you, it is home to a forgotten, but powerful Vampire Lord and their Werewolf Spouse, both eager to make you their own | [
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"content": "I breathe a warm sigh of relief as I bring the large wooden beam down over the inside of the massive castle door, sealing it shut and keeping the cold out. The blizzard came upon me in minutes, becoming so thick that I could scarcely make my way out of the woods let alone up the hill and to the intimidatingly massive castle which has created an ominous skyline beyond my small village for generations.\n\nAnd yet here I am, pulling off my heavy coat and letting the strangely omnipresent warmth of the old castle bathe my lithe, feminine frame. Clad in only a light shirt and trousers with my boots, I wouldn't have lasted much longer out in the wind and snow. Thank the Gods for this place, I suppose, despite all the stories of monsters and demons I've been told over the years.\n\nAnd I swear I could see a light in the top of the northern tower when I was making my way up the hill, so how abandoned can this place really be? As I make my way down the far corridor towards the massive set of spiraling stars, I suppose silently that I may just find out.\n\nThe inside of this place is a bit dark for my tastes, but not too dark to make my way around corners and up steps. Every few paces, I swear I can hear footsteps behind me. They're light and quick, like the padding of a dog. But as the space behind me is empty each time I glance over my shoulder, I can only assume that my mind is playing tricks on me.\n\nThough I swear I saw a pair of glowing rubies in the dark as I turn back one final time when I reach the stairs of the tower. This perceived sight only serves to hurry me up to the top of the tower, however, despite the absence of the aforementioned steps during this portion of my journey.\n\nAnd as I reach the top of the tower, I find that I was correct; the chamber's door appears the be emanating with a yellowy glow with inside, unmistakably that of a lit candlestick. Pushing open the large door without a knock proves me right, and reveals that the candlelit room is being inhabited.\n\nA very comfortable-looking, freshly used bed is present, as are several articles of women's clothing which look less than decomposed along with a great many stacks of dustless volumes of varying subjects from the looks of several covers from *Necromancy for Beginners* to *Tales of Northern Gentlemen* and beyond. A large desk on the far wall, near a sealed window looks to have freshly inked parchment upon it.\n\nThough I only truly realize that I'm not alone when I feel a hand come down upon my shoulder from behind as something gives my ear's helix a playful nip.\n\nI spin around in hundred and eighty degree motion to cast my eyes upon my assailant; a tall, slender woman with flesh paler than the snow outside, flowing locks of raven-colored hair, and eyes the color of a faded crimson cloth. She wears little more than a silky robe that looks to be of Eastern origins and a smirk which taunts my alarmed attitude.\n\n\"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I ju-\" I begin, apologizing profusely and getting ready to plead for asylum when the large lady reaches forward and give my chest a firm shove backwards.\n\nI'm sent stumbling towards the queenly bed, falling back on it as the woman appears to almost levitate towards me in her swiftness, the door hanging open behind her. She's straddling my hips and pinning my wrists down before I can dodge her, slipping out of her robe and eyeing me like a freshly baked meal as well.\n\n\"Poor thing.\" She purrs, her voice like the soft hiss of a plotting serpent. \"I hope you're still nice and warm on the inside.\"\n\nAnother, distinctly more masculine and outwardly scary voice appears before I can answer.\n\nStepping in through the open door comes a massive, bipedal canine character built with heavy muscles and line with fur the color of chocolate. A cursory glance up past his fang-baring grin reveals the glowing rubies I was familiarized with earlier.\n\n\"Would you like me to check, wife?\" He growls in response to the slender, nude woman with a menacing chuckle.\n\nHer head whips around as she grins widely, baring significantly fewer fangs though more than none. She giggles girlishly, leaping from my lap and leaving me filled with fear and a bit of arousal, according my fat, growing semi.\n\nShe skips over and to the large wolfman, and he quickly pulls her into an embrace with his huge claws. She plants a peck against his dark, wet-looking nose and he drags his massive tongue up the side of her cheek, prompting her the cackle with glee before he turns his attention to me and steps forward.\n\n\"So is this one for eating or playing, Talia?\" He seems to smirk through his teeth at me, and I'm suddenly made aware of the large fuzzy walnuts dangling between his furry thighs, beneath his slightly frightening sheath. At it's size, the dick it bares must be a regular bitch-breaker.\n\n\"N-Nice doggy. Good doggy.\" I whimper, chewing my lip and shooting Talia a desperate look of pure 'please-don't-devour-me'.\n\nShe raises an eyebrow at me and hesitates before running her digits through the fur on her husband's chest.\n\n\"Down, Romulus. He was lost, and we're going to be hospitable hosts. Besides, look how cute he is.\" Talia coos, stepping forward and brushing the feminine strands of straw-colored hair from my face as I glance away nervously.\n\nShe clambers onto the bed with me and slips down on her knees next to me before beckoning Romulus closer.\n\n\"And I bet he's *very* grateful for our kindness.\" She purrs, pecking my cheekbone while she reaches over and palms her husbands fuzzy plums, tugging him forward another pace as his sheath twitches noticeably. \"So grateful that he's going to show you, Romulus.\"\n\nShe glances up from her husband down back to me again with a raised eyebrow. I can tell it's a friendly warning in the form of a devilish offer.\n\n\"Aren't you, cutie?\"\n\n---\n\nShall I continue with a second installment of *The Cute Femboy Wanders Into The Castle Of The Hot Vampire Queen And The Big, Scary Werewolf* or not?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT][INCEST] Two twin sisters have spent their whole lives sharing thing; toys, games, friendships, food, etc... Now that they're in dorms together, they have new things and experiences to share, more mature ones. | [
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"content": "Jenny and I were more than just identical twin sisters, we were best friends. We did everything together. So it was a no brainer that we would go to the same college. It was also fairly obvious that we would be roommates in the same dorm. Why not? We had always shared a room at home so it was not a big transition for us. It was also unsurprising we both applied to join Kappa Betta Phi during pledge week.\n\nJenny and I got acclimated to college life and our new schedules. She was studying pre-law and I was studying electrical engineering. We mostly saw each other in the evenings when we met up for Kappa Beta Phi initiation activities. Most of them were simple or even boring. Some forms, some interviews, some ice breakers. We seemed to be shoe-ins until the chapter president got all of us together without the house mother around. She said \"you are all basically in unless one of the officers makes an objection. I need to know I can count on you new girls to follow instructions. Look at the girl sitting next to you. By tomorrow morning at 6am I better have a text from each pair in my inbox with a photo.\" I looked at Jenny, who I was naturally sitting next to. The president continued saying \"It will be a picture of both of you completely naked. One of you will have your finger in the other one's pussy. The other person will have a finger up the first person's bottom. Otherwise I'll know you aren't Kappa Beta Phi material and I'll make an objection. You guys can go. Have fun tonight\".\n\nJenny and I looked at each other a little panicked. We caught the president so we could talk to her. We explained that we were sisters and that we were willing to do the picture but wanted to change partners. She said \"no. The partners are set and I'm not making special allowances. I guess we'll see how bad you guys want it\". Then she turned and walked away. Jenny and I went to the dining hall and ate a very quiet dinner together.\n\nWe eventually made it back to our room. After over a half hour I said \"so....are we going to really do this Jen?\". She said \"I don't know Heather. I want to join, but is this too much?\" I said \"probably. But college is about trying new things. And honestly Jen, having a finger in your pussy would not even be a new thing. Remember Billy Stevens at that party?\" Jenny blushed and said \"har har very funny. I don't think I can do it\". She was the more timid of the two of us, and I never wanted to make her do something she didn't want to. I said \"well, it's settled then\".\n\nWe dropped the discussion and talked about other things. Then we ate some chocolate chip cookies from our first care package from mom and watched Queer Eye on Netflix. I was yawning after a few episodes and said \"I'm going to go brush my teeth and go to bed. I have an 8 AM class.\" I walked down to the common bathroom at the end of the hall and came back a few minutes later. As soon as I get in Jenny says \"I....I changed my mind. Let's do the picture\". I said \"really?\". She said \"yeah, but you have to get the finger up the butt\". I was shocked she came around but said \"yeah....ok.\"\n\nIt was an awkward minute before she said \"so I guess.....get naked?\" I said \"yeah, I suppose so\". Being naked in front of my identical twin sister was a lot like being naked in front of a mirror. She had the same little A cups and tiny nipples I did, and we were both fit and lean from running track in high school. There were some differences though. Jenny had her long hair in a ponytail like usual and mine was only chin length and down. Jenny also shaved her pussy bare and kept it very smooth, where I preferred a neatly trimmed bush. We had the same piecing blue eyes though.\n\nWe sat on my bed in front of the mirror with my phone. She said \"ready?\". I said \"almost. Here's this\" as I handed her a bottle of hand lotion. We both laughed as she realized why she'd need it. She lotioned her finger and we leaned back so all our 'naughty parts' were pointed at the mirror. I said \"ready when you are\". She said \"ok. I'll go first I guess\". I just nodded. I watched in the mirror as she reached over and touched my butt hole. I took a breath and relaxed as I felt her push her finger up my ass. I squealed and we both laughed again.\n\nShe said \"is that ok Heather?\". I said \"yeah. Actually your finger is much smoother than Fred Thompson's\". I had never told her how far I went with Fred or that he was a 'butt guy'. Her jaw dropped before she burst out laughing. I said \"picture Billy\" as I reached over and slipped a finger up her wet pussy. It was so much like my own pussy it felt like I was masturbating but that my vagina was numb. I said \"smile\" as I pointed the phone at the mirror and took our special selfie.\n\nWe each took our fingers back and cleaned off our hands. Then we put pjs on. I handed my phone to Jenny. \"I didn't click send. Last chance to back out\". She smiled and just clicked send. We went to bed not knowing what the future would hold, except that we'd certainly be Kappa Beta Phi girls. \n\n "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a senior at The Academy of Sexuality, Lust and Perversion. You're about to take your Final Exam | [
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"content": "Final Exams at SLP Academy were…complicated. After all, the curriculum was focused on practical applications of the pleasurable arts. Oh, there were certainly written examinations sprinkled throughout our education, and smaller practical exams each semester. But when it came time to determine whether a student was eligible for graduations the testing was rigorous, thorough, and lengthy.\n\nIt took about two weeks to get through the exams for every member of the 45-person senior class. Each student’s exam was slightly different, based on their concentration, but in general testing took a minimum of five hours, with a variety of instructors. As the valedictorian, I was allowed to do my testing on the final day of the exam period.\n\nAt 9:00AM sharp I was seated in a chair in one of the examination rooms. I was dressed in the school uniform for the senior class females: a blue plaid miniskirt, a white button-up shirt tied under my breasts, black thigh highs, black lace lingerie, and 4-inch heels.\n\nAt exactly 9:02AM, the door opened and Professor Torrin walked into the room. He was the head examiner for the Slut Department.\n\n“Good morning, Ms. Partridge. Welcome to your final exam. We just have a few administrative details to go over first, and then we can get started.”\n\n“Of course, Professor.” I waited patiently as Professor Torrin sat at the examination table and gathered the papers in front of him. I had taken a number of classes with him throughout my time at SLP and he was the head of my department, so I was comfortable that he knew my capabilities well.\n\n“As you know, in order to graduate from the Academy of Sexuality, Lust, and Perversion you must pass your final exam as designed by your teachers and the head of your department, in this case me. The final exam is meant to test you in a variety of practical skills that we expect you to have mastered before you graduate. You are a member of our Slut department, and it says here that your field is Sugar Baby/Trophy Wife with a concentration in Advanced Slut Training. This is one of the most technical certifications the Academy offers, so we will be testing you quite thoroughly. I would expect your examination to take approximately 7 hours, with a few breaks for water, food, and bathroom. Do you understand?”\n\n“Yes Professor, I believe you’ll find that I’m very prepared.”\n\n“Excellent. Now let’s just walk through the stages of your exam so you understand the schedule for the rest of the day. The exam will focus on the primary skills you need to have in order to succeed in your desired path. As part of your coursework, your teachers have already signed off on your abilities in the following subjects that relate to your field: Appearance, Flirting, Submissiveness, GFE, Faking Orgasms, General Kinks, and Girl on Girl. The topics that we will be covering in today’s exam include: Dirty Talk, Outercourse, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, and Sex with Multiple Partners. Your schedule is as follows:”\n\n 9:30AM-10:30AM Oral Sex and Cum Play\n 10:30AM-11:30AM Vaginal Sex\n 11:30AM-12:30PM Break\n 12:30PM-1:30PM Outercourse\n 1:30PM-2:30PM Anal Sex\n 2:30PM-3:00PM Break\n 3:00PM-3:30PM Dirty Talk\n 3:30PM-5:30PM Sex with Multiple Partners\n\n“We have designed this schedule to allow your body the proper time to rest between activities, but not more than might be expected in your chosen field. Do you have any concerns about the schedule provided?”\n\n“No Professor, this seems perfectly manageable to me.”\n\n“Wonderful, Ms. Partridge. I look forward to seeing what you’re able to accomplish. Let me make sure our assistants are all set for this first session and we can get started.”\n\nProfessor Torrin got up and stuck his head out the door. He spoke quietly to someone outside the door for a minute before walking back towards the desk, followed by Justin Lomas, a junior in the Stud program. Professor Torrin sat back down at his seat and waved Justin over to the wall.\n\n“Ms. Partridge, your first task in your Oral Exam is make Mr. Lomas cum as quickly as possible with your mouth. You may use your hands and body to supplement your oral skills, but your main tools should be your lips, mouth, throat, and tongue. You have an outer limit of 15 minutes, but in order to receive an Advanced Slut certificate you must have a sub six-minute time. Are you ready?”\n\nI gave Justin a once over…he was a junior, which meant he had a little more self-control than the freshmen who seemed to start cumming every time a girl batted her eyes. But while the Stud program had classes in stamina, they also emphasized multiple loads and a desire to cum inside as many girls as possible. With my training, I figured I could make him pop in 3 minutes or less.\n\n“Yes, Professor. When does my time begin?”\n\n“Mr. Lomas, please open your pants and remove your cock. Ms. Partridge, your time will start as soon as your knees hit the floor or you make contact with Mr. Lomas. You may begin at any time.”\n\nI gave Justin my wickedest, teasing smile as I reached into my bag and grabbed my lip-gloss. A few slicks of the shiny, pink gloss onto my already plump lips and I knew they were looking mouthwatering. As an added bonus, I untied my shirt, letting it open to reveal my perky breasts encased in a black lace bra as I approached Justin. Already his cock was half-erect…this was going to be easy.\n\nI pressed my body against his, swaying back and forth as I slid down, caressing his chest, stomach, and cock with my tits as I fell to my knees. I gazed up at him through my eyelashes as I gripped his cock in my fists, pumping his length with my hands as I swirled my tongue around his tip. He went from half-erect to fully erect in barely 10 seconds. With my lust filled eyes still on his, I let one hand drift to cradle his balls as my plump, glossy lips opened wide and slowly closed around his swollen head.\n\nI let myself spend 20 seconds sucking hard on the head, using my lips and tongue to caress the sensitive tip. Then I began to slide down his shaft, taking him inch by inch deeper into my mouth. I loosened my muscles as I’d been taught, allowing his head to pass into my throat. I didn’t stop until I had his entire cock buried inside the warm, wet haven of my mouth, my nose bumping his stomach.\n\n“Oh FUCK!” Justin groaned, his hand coming up to grip my hair. I figured I’d spent about 60 seconds so far…not bad, but I still needed to make him cum soon.\n\nI started to move, faster and faster, taking his cock all the way from tip to base each time. As I sucked I used every technique my teachers had taught me…rubbing my tongue from side to side along the underside of the cock, moaning around his shaft to increase vibrations, letting saliva spill out of my lips for a messier blowjob, and fingering his balls.\n\nI could tell it was working by the way Justin’s hand fisted in my hair, his groans got louder and longer, and his balls started to tighten. When I felt like he was just on the edge of orgasm, approximately two minutes and 40 seconds into the blowjob, I brought out my special trick.\n\nOnce more I sucked his cock deep, until nearly 1/3 of it was buried in my throat. Then I paused for a moment, letting Justin feel the tightness. Then I swallowed, contracting the muscles around his cock almost like I was milking his orgasm with my throat. I felt him explode with a ROAR.\n\nJets of cum shot down my throat as Justin climaxed. I shifted back slightly so his cock was half-buried in my mouth, swallowing each wave of cum as it spurted out of him. Slowly the throbbing eased and I polished off the last of his cum before releasing him from my mouth with a ‘pop’.\n\n“Well, that was fun.” I gave him a cheeky smile as I tied my shirt over my breasts again.\n\n“Woof!” He let out a long breath. “You’re telling me!” Justin gave me a big grin back, clearly having enjoyed his time as an examination assistant.\n\n“Thank you, Mr. Lomas.” Professor Torrin interjected. “You may report to Nurse Rawlings now for recovery. I believe you’re also scheduled to assist in some of the later sessions of Ms. Partridge’s exam, so we will see you a little later.”\n\n“Looking forward to it.” Justin gave me a wink as he tucked his cock back into his pants and left the examination room with a quick nod for Professor Torrin.\n\n“Excellent job, Ms. Partridge.” Professor Torrin continued, turning towards me. “2 minutes and 48 seconds. That’s one of the best we’ve seen in this department. Your use of the lip-gloss and your body’s assets was very smart…many of our students wouldn’t think to be quite so inventive. You may clean yourself up as needed and have a drink of water while I retrieve the assistant for the next section of your Oral exam.”\n\nI went over to the counter and quickly cleaned off any saliva that had dripped onto my face and chest and fixed my makeup. I quickly sucked a lozenge, making sure my mouth and throat would stay lubricated for whatever was coming next. I was curious to see how else I would be challenged, both in Oral and in the other sessions to come.\n\n(Feedback welcome! I really, really enjoyed this prompt. If you’re interested in finding out how the rest of Ms. Partridge’s Final Exam goes, I might be inspired to write a few more entries over the next few days.)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Stuck in traffic on a summer road trip after graduating from college, 4 friends pass the time playing a game of truth or dare that quickly gets out of control | [
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"content": "I turned the key in the ignition and Sara's van sputtered to life- I'd drawn the short straw out of the four of us and been charged with driving our merry group the first leg of our trip to… Where exactly had we settled on going?\n\n\nI turned to my eager passengers and began to ask- anticipating my question, Victoria said \"Vegas.\" with an air of finality. Tanya let out a groan from her seat behind mine. \"Anywhere *but* Vegas,\" she protested, \"That's like the scummiest place in America. Why not the Grand Canyon?\" Sara, ignoring the rhetorical nature of the question, retorted \"*Because* the entire country's in the middle of a fucking hear wave. Do you want us to fry? Let's go to Canada.\" From the backseat, Tanya and Victoria whined about not having passports.\n\n\n\"Jesus, guys,\" I interjected, \"Could we not have fleshed out these plans *before* graduating?\" It has been about an hour and a half since the last of us got our diploma, thanked our families, and said a heartfelt goodbye to our school before trading in our caps and gowns for casual wear and set out to hit the road.\n\n\nThe road trip had been Sara's idea before finals- we were both feeling incredibly stressed out, and, to remind us that the end was in sight, she suggested we do something after graduation, \"Just to relish in our freedom.\" From then on, it was settled- she'd invite two of her friends and I two of mine, and we'd take off right after graduation.\n\n\nHowever, fate had a different plan for me: after I invited each one and told them who Sara already had coming, my six picks for road buddies all responded no. When pressed for a reason, they either just winked at me, patted my shoulder, or gave some other unhelpful gesture. \n\nAfter plenty of arguing, we finally came to a consensus before setting off on our journey. Not long after we picked up plenty of road snacks and coffee, we found ourselves hopelessly stuck in traffic. \n\n\nAfter a moment of sitting in the highway-become-parking lot, Sara remarked \"Well this fucking blows.\" \n\n\nSara had been known in college for her diligent studiousness and admirable work ethic, but after classes as something of a party animal. Sitting next to me in the passenger's seat, her brunette curls fell haphazardly over a nondescript yellow t-shirt. What was noteworthy, however, were the breasts that the shirt was straining to contain- Sara's rack had been unofficially dubbed the best in our class, something that had initially been startling to hear. \n\n\nWe'd become very close friends freshman year, and although my intentions had been initially just platonic, it'd become harder and harder to keep it that way. Our friendship had evolved into an unspecified, nebulous, flirty relationship and there was a certain electricity in the air whenever we shared a moment together.\n\n\nFrom the backseat, Victoria murmured in agreement. \n\n\nVicky and I weren't as close as I was with Sara, but the two were inseparable. We got along just fine, and I considered her a close friend, but Sara always came first to her. Despite this, I'd noticed Vicky looking at me out of the corner of my eye on more than one occasion- typically, I wouldn't think much of it, but if I turned toward her she wouldn't look away, just maintain full eye contact- or, quite rarely- wink.\n\nIf there was one thing that Victoria was known for, it was that it was hard to maintain full eye contact with her. Currently clad in a tight tube-top and form-fitting yoga pants, it wasn't a stretch by any means to call Vicky a looker. Although Sara took first place in the chest department, Vicky was often admired for her sizable pair and flattering dress code, yet chiefly for an ass that just wouldn't quit. \n\n\nFrom the seat next to her, Tanya cleared her throat to speak.\n\n\nPersonally, I didn't know her that well- though I knew that she was good friends with Sara and Vicky, I hadn't really gotten to know the person beneath that spiked pink hair. I'd certainly talked to her before at the odd party and built up a rapport with her, but we were more 'friendly' than 'friends'; so, when Sara approached me about inviting her on our road trip, I readily accepted.\n\n\nThough I wasn't that well acquainted with Tanya, her reputation proceeded her. At first glance, anyone can tell that she's gorgeous- her piercing eyes, angular, symmetrical face and flawless, chocolate-colored skin made her stand out in any crowd, let alone the punk hairdo. According to my more adventurous friends, Tanya regularly put her petite frame and perky assets to good use, was the uncontested blowjob queen, and reportedly up for anything.\n\n\nDespite what I've said, the attractiveness, hotness, and almost excessive sexuality of the van's occupants hadn't crossed my mind until Tanya suggested what she did.\n\n\n\"Since it looks like we're going to be stuck here a while, do you wanna play truth or dare?\" Tanya let the question hang in the air with what certainly sounded like a seductive tone.\n\n\nIt was then that my other friends' remarks made sense to me, and I harkened back to what my buddy Joe had said as I shook his hand after graduation- \"Have fun on the road\", which he punctuated with a sly wink."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A girl desperate for cybersex has trouble finding men to chat with who aren't just horny girls pretending to be men | [
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"content": "I know its weird, but I started playing this one online game...\n-\n\nIts not the most popular compared to other MMO's, but I really like the combat! I just cant go around telling people i play it, because well, its a little *lewd*!\n\nI know videogames should strive to be videogames and not just porn, but a girl has needs! When I first started playing I made a typical female character, and tried to focus on the story. As I got further in the game the quests started getting pretty repetitive, but I saw this one guy who I recognized from before. He saw me and we started chatting. He was playing as a tank class (typical!) and mentioned that since he didn't deal a lot of damage, we should team up! We had some fun going through the game, but as it got later and later our conversations got more and more sexual.\n\nI made a comment about using his body and taking advantage of him for protection, and he seemed to be really into it! He stared saying how much he really wanted to kiss my neck and tease my clit ever so lightly. I don't know why, but he was really turning me on! As I began to play with myself, things got more intense.\n\n---\n**Him:** Damn, I cant wait to make you scream! I'm so horny!\n\n**Me:** Same! I gotta ask... how big are you?\n\n**Him:** I'm a standard 13 inches! I hope that wont be too much for you to handle tho!\n\n**Me:** Standard?!? That sounds pretty big to me! but thats not really a problem...\n\n**Him:** Well, I'm still a virgin, so of course its still 13 inches! I've been saving all my cum for you babe!\n\n**Me:** ...Wait what?\n\n**Him:** Well you know, a males dick shrinks every time he squirts, so of course I'm still big!\n\n**Me:** God damn it, you're not really a guy are you?\n\n**Him:** I am! Now be a good girl and give my prostrate a handjob!\n\n------\nI hate it when girls pretend to be guys online!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The girl sitting next to you is blushing and squirming in her chair. | [
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"content": "I look over at the girl again. Her name tag says *Loretta*. What a stupid name. Her parents must have been high when she was born. I can't think of any other reason they would have given her that name.\n\nIt's a company \"interfacing\" meeting which basically means sit and listen to a boring guy talk about teamwork, then be forced to work with people from other departments though. Loretta' besides her name, was interesting.\n\nShe was squirming and shifting in her chair. Her clothes were about a size too large, and when the speaker shut up for a moment, there was an ever so faint buzzing coming from her chair. In one of her shifts her skirt rode up just a little, and I saw a slight hint of the brown of rope. \n\n*Kinky girl.* I thought. This is someone worth talking to. Eventually the boring fart at the front shut up and said to find a group of people you didn't know. I gave Loretta a wink, grabbed her by the hand, and led her to the farthest corner of the room.\n\nI reached between her legs, waiting only long enough for her to say please before I let my fingers reach all the way, finding the silicon base of a dildo pushed firmly into her by a rope harness, vibrating away. With a glance around I kissed her to silence any noise and let my fingers join it.\n\nShe mumbled something, gesturing slightly to a bathroom near us. Understanding, I led us in, locking the door behind us."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Unsatisfied, you roll away from your latest partner, asleep in your bed, and reluctantly call *that* number. | [
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"content": "His voice mail answered. She was somewhat glad but also disappointed. \n\n\"It's for the better.\"\n\nShe whispered to herself putting her phone away. She turns back to the guy she's been seeing causally for a few weeks. He's sleeping with a satisfied smile on his face. Atleast one of them was happy.\n\nShe closed her eyes and tried to sleep. Her mind wandered back. Back to a beach in Ocean City, New Jersey. Was it Paris? No, but it was special to her. \n\nShe thought back to making love to *Him* on that beach, on a quiet Wednesday they both happened to have off. They came so much that day. The loving embrace and that lingering kiss replayed in her dreams....\n\nShe woke up in the morning alone. Her partner had gone to work and she was happy he wasn't there to see the tears stained on her pillowcase or to know how wet she was.\n\nShe rolled over and picked her phone. It's showed a missed call...from *that* number "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You (half-jokingly) try to Jedi-mind-trick your hot coworker, expecting it to not work. | [
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"content": "Write a story using this writing prompt: You (half-jokingly) try to Jedi-mind-trick your hot coworker, expecting it to not work."
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"content": "It’s super early, and I’m the first one in the office, as usual. I unlock the front door and turn on light switches as I go. Stopping by my office for my favorite Star Trek Mug (Voyager), I make my way back to the kitchen to start the coffee pot. \n\nSeveral minutes pass as I wait for the machine to brew. I spend the time thumbing slowly through Reddit. \n\n“Oh, hey.”\n\n“Gaa!” My phone goes flying and lands face down on the linoleum. \n\n“Oh, Jesus. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”\n\nMy face is beet red as I stoop to pick up my phone. It’s Brent from Sales. Brent from sales has never spoken to me before. You see, I’m Brenda from accounting. In accounting, I’m probably a 6. Maybe a little overweight if I’m honest, but with a nice face and blonde. Honestly, blonde and my tits probably give me at least a point and a half. \n\nBut Brent….Brent’s like a sales 8. Which is an accounting 12. He’s tall and good looking. And funny and charming. And...and everything else. I’m secretly in love with Brent. Actually, most of the women in accounting are. \n\n“Sorry...just not used to anyone being here this early.” I pick up my phone and sigh with relief that the screen isn’t cracked. \n\n“I hear you. We’ve got a big pitch today. Figured I’d get an early start.” \n\n“Yeah…” We both stand awkwardly in that way that co-workers who only really know of each other do.\n\n“Star Trek, huh?” He nods toward my mug. \n\nAnd I’m suddenly torn. Do I try to be cool? Let’s be honest, that probably wouldn’t work. Better to face up to reality. “Yeah, it’s my favorite.”\n\n“I was always more of a Star Wars guy. Lasers, mind powers, little green Muppets. Man, what I wouldn’t have given to be Obi Wan when I was a teenager.”\n\nI can't help but smile, “I can see it now. You want to make out with me.” I wave my hand in front of my face and give a little snort as I laugh. Yeah, definitely not cool.\n\nSuddenly Brent’s face goes blank. His eyes blink heavily, and he looks around the small kitchen slowly. \n\n“I...I want to make out with you.”\n\n“Wait, what?”\n\nHe takes a step towards me. His arms are reaching towards me and his mouth is opening. What in the hell is happening here.\n\n“Brenda, I just can’t take it anymore. I need to kiss you.” \n\nThere’s a part of my brain that sees the absurdity in this moment. It’s the same part of the brain that tells the rabbit to run at the slightest noise or sends a fish to the depths when a shadow passes over a pond. I do not listen to that part of my brain. \n\nWe kiss. His arms are around me. Our lips dance like drunk butterflies, and our tongues meet one another for the very first time.\n\nMy back is against the counter, and very, very awkwardly, I hop up to sit on it. Now Brent isn’t stooping. Instead, he’s between my legs. My skirt rides up my thighs, and I can feel his manhood pressing into me even through several layers of clothing. \n\nWe’re pawing at one another, and it’s my hands working fastest. I pull open his belt and unclasp his slacks. In moments, my hand is inside his briefs and on him. He’s deliciously hot and hard for me. I can feel him throbbing with desire.\n\nHe’s managed to unbutton my blouse and is working with both hands behind me, trying to unclasp my bra. I have to whisper that it’s in the front.\n\nHe stoops to lick and suck on my breasts as they fall free. He pays special attention to my swollen nipples, perched atop pale areolas. I’m moaning into his mouth when it finds mine again, and I’m pulling him forward. \n\nWhen his hard missile presses against me again, we’re no longer separated. His shaft has been liberated and my panties pulled to the side. He barely enters me on the first thrust, but my moisture coasts him with each movement and he finds his way deeper. \n\nThe angle is awkward and the chance of discovery very real, so we hurry. He’s frantically pumping into me as we pant together. My hands on his back, pulling him into me. His hands are on my hips, holding me to the counter’s edge. \n\nThe coffee pot gives a chime as the brewing process completes, and we’re not far behind. \n\nWith a grunt, he’s inside me entirely one last time. Then it’s over. We shudder together for several seconds as he empties himself into me. \n\nHe leans forward to kiss me gently on the forehead. Then he tucks himself back away and sheepishly hands me a paper towel when he sees his spent fluid leaking down my thigh.\n\n“I...Shit. That was great.”\n\n“Yeah” I laugh softly. “Very not like me, by the way.” \n\n“Oh man, me neither. I’ve...kind of hand a work crush on you for a while. I came in early to see if I could ask you out for coffee. I just… saw my chance there and took it. I hope that wasn’t weird.” He the one that’s blushing now. \n\n“No, not weird. But…” I wave my hand between us. “You need to take me out to dinner tonight.” \n\nHe nods. “Definitely.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sculpting the Perfect Beauty: After repeated break-ins at his studio, a sculptor sets a trap to catch the thief. One night, he finally captures the culprit; a mute, mangled she-golem stealing clay to mend her damaged body. | [
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"content": "Dear Arcani\n\nI know you’ve been asking around about my drastically diminished output of, as you so lovingly call them, overpriced doorstoppers. And while we have our disagreements when it comes to art and whatever you call those paint splashes you make on canvas, I do feel that you deserve an explanation.\n\nAs you know my pieces stopped appearing on the market around the summer solstice, but truth be told my drop in productivity began a few weeks prior when I experienced a series of thefts. 4 over a two week period to be exact, each occurring when the mixture of my base clay was nearing completion, and each theft stealing all the clay I had been preparing to work with.\n\nThey were admittedly more annoying than costly, the thefts I mean, it wasn’t like the base clay being stolen was expensive, it just took a while to prepare. Honestly there were far more valuable things in my studio, even if, like you, the thief considered my work of little value. I keep in my studio valuable tools of my trade, so the theft of the clay but none of my tools left me puzzled and admittedly intrigued.\n\nWithout my finished clay mixture I was unable to progress any of my ongoing works, and so I decided to satisfy my curiosity and stop the thefts in one fell swoop. I started the process of making my clay mixture and on the second evening I left the mixture to coalesce into my preferred clay mixture, but I did not go to bed. \n\nNo I hid in a dark corner of my studio and awaited my thief, so that I might bring an end to the foolishness and figure out who were so carelessly interrupting my work. The moon had passed its zenith, and admittedly I had fallen asleep. I was awoken by the sound of cracking pottery, startling me awake with the primal fear you might experience should you ever wake to the sound of a tearing canvas. Momentarily confused and panicked I looked around the studio to see what had broken, but instead of a ruined art piece my eyes fell upon a figure shambling across my floor towards my now completed clay mixture.\n\nThe figure, and you will have to forgive me for keeping the suspense going a tad longer, one too many letters from Morl in her practiced hand has given me foolish aspirations for literary abilities that might one day be a shadow of one of her lesser works. \n\nThe figure was tall and its limbs looked off to me even in the darkness, the lengths were wrong, with one arm far shorter than the other, and as it walked one foot set onto the floor silently, while the other leg lacked a foot. It was merely a stump and it hit the floor hard with that same sound of cracking pottery that had stirred me from my sleep. I couldn’t fathom why a leg stump would make such a sound and I pondered this as I watched the figure reach my clay, scoop up a handful of it and start to apply it to the shorter arm. \n\nCuriosity bested my fear, I stood up, lit my lantern and watched as the figure turned to face the light source. The figure, and you will now see why I’ve stubbornly stuck to this word my old friend, stood bathed in the light of my lantern and I saw it for what it was: A golem. \n\nI have helped craft my fair share of golems so I believe myself to be quite knowledgeable in their making, but this was unlike any I had seen before. It was not the thick limbed lumbering colossus you no doubt picture in your mind, it was a thin golem, with long slender limbs and dexterous fingers. In all honesty it was a masterpiece, even as I watched it in the light of the lantern I was overwhelmed by that realization. The craftsmanship to produce this golem was beyond any I had ever even heard spoken of, but the figure was not what it had so obviously been in its prime, it was damaged, extensively so. \n\nIt watched me through two perfectly sculpted eyes, those were only features left on its face as everything below those eyes had been smashed with such force that the clay had shattered and fallen away. Most of the front of the torso had similarly been hammered until it was a flat surface of cracked clay. The shorter leg did indeed lack a foot, and the shorter arm ended in a stump as well. Looking at the clay the golem had applied to the arm stump I realized what these night time thefts had been about.\n\nThe golem stared at me with unblinking eyes, it didn’t move and for a while neither did I, I could do little more than admire the artistry that had gone into its creation and decry the travesty of what had befallen it. Tell me: Could you look upon a ripped canvas of some long lost painter’s masterpiece and not attempt to save it? I can tell you now that I could not. I stepped forward, with more excitement than common sense and admired the figure. Even in its ruined state it was a work of supreme beauty and as I studied it closer I saw where it had attempted to repair itself. Hardened clay clumsily forced into cracks and holes, a mockery of the superb artistry of its original body, and not properly bonded either so it was cracking already and falling off in flakes as the golem moved to follow me with its gaze. \n\nI would tell you that I knew something about this golem and that that was why I acted as I did. That it was a creature of a righteous nature, or that it was destiny that it had come to my studio, but in truth I simply could not let a masterpiece such as this remain in such a state of disrepair. If I could do something, anything, to restore some of its former beauty I knew in my heart that I had to do it. I knew it might kill me the moment I stepped too close, but none the less I reached for my tools and scooped up a bit of my clay.\n\nMaybe it could sense my intentions, maybe it simply didn’t consider me a threat, I wasn’t sure, but it didn’t stop me.\n\nAnd so I began to sculpt.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You look through your grandparent's attic and find some occult ritual set up. As you try to clean it up it activates and turns you into a busty succubus | [
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"content": "\"You're grandparents had some crazy shit, man,\" Adam said, picking up a lamp that seemed to be made out of... something's leg. A goat, maybe?\n\n\"Yeah, they had... odd tastes,\" I said, looking around the living room. \"And isn't it just my luck that I got volunteered to clean this place out just cause my folks didn't want to travel up here.\" \n\n\"One of the hazards of staying close to home while your folks leave,\" Adam said. \"It's usually the other way around, you know?\" \n\n\"Yeah, yeah. I know,\" I said. I let out a sigh, shoving my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. \"I'm gonna go survey things, see how bad this process is really gonna be.\"\n\n\"Alright. Shout if you need anything. I may come and help.\" \n\n\"Sure, thanks,\" I said heading up the stairs. It was strange being in my grandparents house without them here, which was the main reason I had opted to bring Adam along. He helped make things a little less gloomy. \n\nI went from room to room, taking stock. Their bedroom was packed, as were a couple of... hobby rooms, for lack of better terms. Two guest bedrooms that were, thankfully, fairly bare. My eyes settled on the pull string to the stairs which led up to the attic. I groaned and pulled it down, then made my way up the stairs. \n\nMy eyes settled on piles and piles of stuff as I made my way up into the attic. This had clearly been where they stored the bulk of the stuff that they managed to pick up on their various vacations. I took a deep breath, then paused as I smelled... something burning. \n\nFrantically, I looked around the attic until I saw it. A small bottle on a table, with odd symbols placed around it inside of a circle with 4 smaller circles at the top, bottom, left, and right. Inside each of the smaller circles were black candles, slowly burning down. \n\n\"What the hell?\" I asked, approaching the bottle. It was filled with some dark... fluid? As I approached, it looked more like a gas, which was odd. It wasn't actually stopped by anything, so it must have been heavier than air. \"What were you doing up here, gram and gramps? Trying to burn the place down?\" \n\nI leaned over and blew the candles out, shaking my head as I looked the scene over. \"This is like something out of a horror movie,\" I said, chuckling a bit as I stood back up. I took a quick look around for more candles, and after I confirmed there weren't any more, I looked back to the bottle. \n\nThe smoke that was contained in the bottle was rising out, snaking like tentacles as it came out of the bottle. I barely had time to realize what was happening before the smoke shot out and into my nose. I could smell something close to sulfur, with something else hidden behind it. The smoke kept coming, defying the small size of the bottle and keeping me from breathing for what felt like an eternity. Just as I was passing out, I saw the end emerge from the bottle. \n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\nI was on the floor when I woke up, no idea how much time had passed. Everything hurt. No, not quite hurt. Everything felt... off. Almost numb, but even that wasn't fully accurate. I sat up, and felt the way my body moved. It was wrong. Everything about it. \n\nDark strands of hair fell into my line of sight. Not too unusual, save for the length. I always kept my hair short. Now... I reached up and touched it with an arm that was too thin, fingers that were too delicate, all covered in too pale skin. My hair fell to my shoulders now. Far longer than I had ever had it, even at my laziest.\n\nLooking down, I saw the huge bulges pushing out my shirt. I could feel the tightness of my pants around my hips and ass, and just how... off my crotch was. \n\n\"What-\" I stopped, wincing at my voice. Not my voice. There was nothing recognizable in it. \"What happened to me?\" \n\n\"Something glorious.\" \n\nI jumped to my feet at the reply that I never expected. A woman's voice, dripping with sensuality. She practically purred her words, and I couldn't see her anywhere. \"Who's there?\" \n\n\"My name is Jezebel,\" the voice replied. \"And I'm so grateful that you freed me. When I imagined this day, I never thought it would be a member of that accursed wizard's family who would break the seal.\" \n\n\"Seal? Wizard? What the fuck are you talking about?\" I asked, still looking around. \"And where are you?\" \n\n\"Oh my, you truly don't know, do you?\" Jezebel asked. \"How humorous. Your grandfather was a wizard, child. He destroyed my body and trapped my essence in that little bottle that you found. When you opened it, I decided to use your body as a substitute for the one that I lost. We are one in the same now, child.\" \n\n\"That's impossible,\" I said, taking a few steps. I still couldn't see her, but I spotted a mirror. I walked over to it and saw my new reflection. A girl who looked my age, shoulder length black hair, a stunning face with full lips, big eyes that looked... purple? She was clearly stunning, a walking wet dream as far as I could tell.\n\nWhat was most eye catching, though, was the pair of bat-like wings and the long, spaded tail which trailed behind her. \n\n\"I appreciate that you find our new form stunning,\" Jezebel said. \n\nI gasped, looking around. \"You... you can read my thoughts?\" \n\n\"We are one and the same, child,\" Jezebel said. \"Now, why not explore our new form a bit?\" \n\n\"What? No! I need to figure out how to...\" I paused as a wave of... something ran through my body. I could feel my nipples harden, and a twinge in my new vagina. \"Wh-what is this?\" \n\n\"We are a succubus, my dear child,\" Jezebel said. \"I was holding back the natural lust which flows through us at all times. Now, as I was saying, why not explore a bit?\" \n\nI wanted to protest, to fight back, but the feeling of desire, the pure need... It was too much. I practically tore my shirt and pants off, then my underwear. I was completely nude in a matter of seconds, and my right hand shot to my aching pussy. My fingers started going to work, moving with a finesse and expertise that I definitely shouldn't have had. My other hand moved to my left breast, playing with the nipple and sending additional jolts of pleasure through my body. \n\nI was panting and moaning in about a minute, and only a short time later I was hit with my first orgasm. It was simultaneously the most amazing feeling I had ever felt, and left me feeling hollow. It was so different from cumming as a guy. My body wasn't satisfied. I wanted more. \n\nI needed more. \n\nMy fingers weren't enough. I could feel it. I needed something more. \n\n\"We have options.\" Jezebel said. \"There is someone in the house who could help us.\" \n\nAdam. He was downstairs, poking through my grandparents things. All I had to do was go down there, and...\n\nAnd what would happen? Would I really have it in me to... to fuck him?\n\n\"Why not?\" Jezebel asked. \"You feel the need. He has the solution. All of your desires, right downstairs.\" \n\nI closed my eyes and took a deep breath, but it didn't help. I knew what I needed. \n\nI stepped away from the mirror and made my way to the door. \n\nTo be continued."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A guy uses his telekinesis powers to embarrass a co-worker. | [
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"content": "Kevin didn't know exactly how he got his powers. One day he had been on his daily walk, and the next moment he was witnessing a car about to ram into a kid, the driver too busy texting to even hit the breaks. And Kevin raised out his hand, as if he could do anything to stop this from a block away. And then the kid had...floated....right over the car and out of harms way. The driver had been none the wiser, and the kid had stood their confused for a few seconds before starting to kick his ball around again. But Kevin knew this was his chance; he would use whatever this new power was to make a difference in the world. He could be a superhero!\n\n---\n\nUnfortunately, Kevin had a complete lack of motivation to actually change his schedule, so Monday had rolled around and he found himself right back in the office, almost dozing off every time he looked at his computer. Eh, he would work on his costume a bit more when the weekend came along.\n\n\"Hey! Stop being a lazy ass and get back to work!\" Kevin jerked to attention as he looked around, seeing Carly shaking her head as if she were scolding a child. \"Seriously, how am I getting paid less than you? All you do is clown around, and I'm working my ass off every day. I hope you get laid off soon...\" Carly walked away, and Kevin didn't even bother to respond. Everyone knew her for being the most mean-spirited person in the office, always chewing into people even if she ranked lower than them. Sure, she was insanely hot, with blonde hair always kept in a ponytail, a cute, innocent looking face, massive breasts that always looked like they could break the buttons on her top at any second...\n\nKevin's eyes widened; he was completely alert now. He realized the saying might be true: not all heroes wear capes. This was as good a time as ever to start dishing out justice.\n\nCarly was already at the other end of the office, talking shit to a new intern, the poor young girl almost in tears from whatever verbal thrashing she was receiving. Kevin simply waved his hand from across the room, thinking about what he wanted. He would make this inconspicuous, just causing something to happen that everyone had already pictured.\n\nCarly continued her tirade until she heard the snapping sound of her buttons, all of them popping, one by one like some kind of gag in an adult cartoon. Before she could react, her shirt flew open, showing a black lacy bra underneath. As she continued to look down in surprise, the undergarment snapped down the middle as well, flying open as her huge jugs went on display for the new intern.\n\nThe younger girl didn't know how to react, her mouth just open a bit in a shocked expression. Meanwhile, Carly's face went several shades redder than when she was on one of her tantrums, and she tried to pull the fabric back over her tits as quickly as she could. With just a wave of his hand, Kevin made it so that every bit of the shirt she tried to pull simply ripped off, soon leaving just shreds of clothing on the floor, the long sleeves the only part still clothing her.\n\n\"What the fuck?\" Carly said to no one in particular as she held her hands over her tits in a makeshift bra, the petite digits doing nothing to cover the majority of her udders. \"Whoever fucked with my clothes better come out right now and fess up, or I'm going to kick your ass!\" As Carly tried to cover her embarrassment with anger, she unwittingly drew the attention of all her nearby coworkers, suddenly gaining an audience, mostly guys around the office, to see her impromptu stripping performance.\n\n\"Don't just stand there you fucking perverts, go get me another shirt or...\" Carly's black skirt simply flew off, drifting away as if some gale force wind had swept it off. And then her panties, black lace once again, just slid down her legs, revealing a plump little pussy for all the gawking guys. The men said nothing, just mouths open, tents already forming in their pants as they saw Carly in all her glory, with the curves and proportions of a porn star. Carly's words were cut off as she tried to cover her tits with one hand and quickly pull her panties back off, but as she tried to pull them back up, they simply tore right down the middle. \n\nThe blonde, now almost in tears from embarrassment, held one hand over her pussy and tried to keep her nipples from view with her other, but it wasn't quite working out, most of her tits spilling out, and her pussy lips still very visible to the men watching. \"I---you...\" she started, finally at a loss for words. Kevin just smirked from his desk, going for the finishing blow. He hadn't tried his new powers in too many situations, but he knew he was capable of very precise manipulation when he had the motivation. And he sure did right now.\n\nCarly was starting to walk away from all this, her thick ass swaying in yet another show for the guys, when she felt something up against her pussy. It felt like a hand, going right for her clit, massaging it. The office bitch looked around, angrily at first to see who had the nerve to grope her, then confused, then a bit fearful and turned on all at once. She grasped her pussy with both hands, but the sensation continued. The ghost hand started to give her lips and clit a sensual massage, and another ghost hand slipped two fingers into her tight little snatch. Carly gasped as the sensation overtook her, more intense than anything she had felt before. And all these men, watching her start to grow wet in front of them....she felt herself grow weak in the legs from just how good it all felt. The young woman sat down on a nearby chair, spreading her legs and looking down at her pussy, nothing there despite all the intense pleasure she felt. \n\nAs for her audience, the entire office was now standing there watching, even the boss at a complete loss as to what to do, probably from the fact that he wanted the show to continue just as much as anyone else. And so the cute little blonde gave everyone a show, just looking down at her pussy with half-closed eyes, vaguely aware that her little cunt was dripping wet and on full display for anyone to see. How would they respect her after this? She shuddered with pleasure at the thought.\n\nThe hands seemed to sense she was close as she shuddered, renewing their efforts, other hands starting to massage her tits, with another groping her ass. It was just too much, the shame, the sensory overload, and the uptight girl felt her whole body shake as the pleasure rushed over her. And then she squirted, all over the chair she was in, for all the people she had made sure to bitch at every single day. By the time it was over, she felt exhausted, just passing out on the spot from the intensity of it all. And everyone just continued to stare.\n\nKevin felt a sense of accomplishment. That was one evildoer out of the way; he had a feeling she wouldn't be bullying people here anymore, even if she wasn't fired on the spot. As a chorus of voices finally broke out from the crowd, Kevin began to think of his next move. He had heard Deva from accounting had been causing a bit of office dysfunction after all..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two siblings wind up having sex with each other accidentally. | [
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"content": "\"Zoe?\"\n\n\"Yeah Jay?\"\n\n\"Are we both awake for the reason I think?\"\n\n\"If the words 'horny as a hogtied jackrabbit' come to mind... then-then yes.\"\n\nJay snickered at that. *Horny as a hogtied jackrabbit.* Only his little sister could come up with something that absurd. Then again, being a little dramatic was the least of their worries.\n\n\"Not in so many words.\"\n\n\"Great.\" She sighed. *Now what,* she wondered. They'd acknowledged they were both awake and both horny as hell. Not much they could easily do about either problem now...\n\nUnless...\n\nJay felt something touch his leg, and flinched back in surprise at first. Then, catching on to what it was, he slid his leg behind him, letting it touch hers.\n\nHe shivered at the feel of her soft leg twining around his, her smooth skin sliding gently across.\n\nMeanwhile, Zoe was reveling in the feel of Jay's strong, taut muscle under a fine layer of soft, well-groomed hair: So soft it was almost like fur.\n\nSilently, she pulled herself closer, and pressed her back to his. They both slept in their underwear, so they felt the heat of their skin and the little movements in each other's backs as they squirmed and writhed against each other.\n\nAn idle game of footsies and a little back-to-back skinship wasn't much, but it was enough to get them started down a dangerous path, because now Jay was painfully erect, and Zoe felt a trickling sensation between her thighs.\n\nIt wasn't much. But it didn't need to be."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend found out that she had shapeshifting abilities | [
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"content": "She stood in front of the mirror in awe. She looked at herself stunned everytime she changed. She had no idea she could shapeshift. Then a light bulb flicked on in her head and she slyly smirked...\n\nHer husband walks in right on time, 5:30. He calls for her but get no answer. He calls again, and still no answer. She smirks as she hears his footsteps ascending the stairs.\n\nHe wasn't expecting to walk into his bedroom and find his high school crush, a buxom brunette that probably caused him to fail more classes then he'd like to admit, wearing nothing but a lacy red bra and panty set.\n\n\"How do I look?\"\n\nThe shock on his face turned to bewilderment. \n\n\"Jess?\"\n\nShe shifted into herself, a slightly chubby blonde with small tits. \n\n\"What...\"\n\n\"I can shapeshift apperently...\"\n\nShe smiles and goes over and hugs him. \n\n\"I'm sorry babe, I was just having a little fun. \"\n\nShe kisses him on the cheek and rubs his chest. \n\n\"I'll change and go start dinner, ok?\"\n\n\"Jess...\"\n\nJess smiled and he blushed. They had talked about her before. She knew he'd never stray and he knew he'd never get the chance to bed his actual high school crush..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An art gallery has a new exhibit: A guy with a *huge* cock. And it is interactive... | [
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"content": "Quite the crowd had gathered, to the point that Melanie couldn't see over it. What could be so tantalizing in there? This must be some brand new form of art or something, to be warranting THIS much attention! She pressed and pried at the crowd, but nobody would budge. These things were NEVER this packed! She needed to know what was in there! She huffed and finally got down on all four, crawling to the core of the gallery. Understandably, people were not the most accommodating about her crawling along underneath them, but, she pushed through the human forest before her and she got up on her knees to see this new work of art.\n\nThe first thing she saw when she got up was one of the largest cock she'd ever seen in person. She covered her face as she felt her mouth starting to water, her face turning a deep shade of red. But that red paled compared to the shade she turned when she looked further up the figure to see that it was Antony, the french exchange student she'd had Art History Survey I with. Her heart raced as her eyes locked on his body and his face. His eyes glanced down at her a moment and she noticed his cock moving slightly. \n\nWas she making him hard? She swallowed deeply, feeling her cheeks flush violently. She felt hot in all these clothes. Her lips felt warm as she watched the veins in his cock begin to fill with blood, his cock growing even larger, even starting to rise up, closer to her face.\n\nAnd then the idea hit her. She bit her lip and stood up, making eye contact with Antony as she slowly unbuttoned her top, which was tucked into her high waisted shorts, which also became unbuttoned. Her clothes quickly fell away and she stared at her crush, her nipples growing hard with anticipation.\n\n\"My honor was not yielded, but conquered merely,\" she said as performatively as she could muster, before dropping to her knees before him. She took his cock in her hand to guide it to her lips. She kissed the tip, licking his head gently. Still, he stood there resolute. Her plump lips parted over the hot bulb of his cock, her tongue slipping over the tip. Even as he stood still, she could tell this was good for him. His cock twitched and swelled slightly, filling her with great pride for her power over him. She licked him again before taking him deeper into her mouth.\n\nShe heard a small sound escape him, and yet, he still stood completely still. She stroked him with both hands and still hand enough length to suck on his head. His girth was so intoxicating in her grasp, the firmness of his shapes filling her with an even more overwhelming desire. A desire that pushed her deeper on his cock. She grimaced slightly as he nearly reached the back of her throat. She recoiled suddenly, letting out a gasp.\n\nShe took a moment to survey the crowd and check their reactions. Everyone stood around, eyes glued, absolutely taken with the exhibition. It made her skin burn hot and her knees tremble slightly. \n\nTaking him in once more, Melanie started to rub herself. Her pussy was slick with her overwhelming lust. Her heart raced as she felt pure sensation rise up in her core, moving her head forward on him, taking him to the back of her throat. She recoiled slightly, but didn't come off his cock entirely, giving it another try. She pushed him in deeper and felt him start to slide down her throat. She recoiled, this time not from discomfort, but from surprise. Her breathing heavy, she touched her lips, which creased into a smile. She rubbed her pussy more vigorously, feeling herself push onto his cock deeper. Her heart pummeled in her chest as pleasure welled up inside of her when she felt his cock hit the back of her throat again. She pulled him in deeper, still having plenty more cock left to swallow. It felt so hot to be doing this in front of all these people. She'd fantasized about just this kind of night with him, minus the crowd. But adding the crowd was just getting her that much more excited.\n\nShe felt him starting to thrust slightly. She was breaking his resolve. She needed to pull off again, taking in a rapid torrent of air. She took a second to catch her breath, strands of saliva clinging from her lip to the tip of his cock. She could see his knees starting to give hints of shaking and she smirked to herself. \n\nShe cupped his balls in her hands, gently licking down the length of his cock. She teased the tip, painfully carefully, as she tugged at his balls, not too forcefully, but enough to feel it, certainly. He let out a sigh and his knees really started to give. This was her chance. Her tongue stroked just beneath his head, lightly but quickly, feeling him tense and quiver in response.\n\nAnd then it happened. \n\nMelanie, knowing what was about to happen, moved in front of his cock, letting a torrent of hot cum spill out over her, she opened her mouth, feeling his seed spill out everywhere. She gasped as her own body trembled with excitement, knowing what she had done! Load after load covered her until he had nothing more to give. She laid back on the gallery floor, exposed and covered in come, looking up at her loving audience.\n\n\"And that's how I worrying and learned to love snakes,\" she smiled, closing her eyes and feeling the waves of applause wash over her.\n\n(If I catch some more time a little later, I may continue this performance. Hope you all enjoyed! Would you guys prefer her to continue with him or maybe she could pleasure some other folks in the crowd?) "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: To combat the aggression of incarcerated Demons, the Government set up the "Voluntary Victimization" program which allows people to volunteer to be a Victim for the Demons to vent their rage onto. Most are raped or killed, but your first client seems more intent on just talking for now | [
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"content": "Contains: mentions of rape/death, people being \"volunteered\".\n\n\n-----\n\n\nShockingly, not many people wanted to be tortured, raped, and killed by demons - not necessarily in that order, either. The best most Victims could hope for was one with insatiable lust that just fucked them into pleasurable exhaustion over and over and that the guards would pull them out if it looked like they weren’t going to survive.\n\n\nBut people did choose to do it. Most were death row inmates, given the option of years of appeals in prison before execution or a relatively quick end and a hefty settlement for whoever they chose. There were a handful of do-gooders - people with terminal diseases and those with some unnamed, unpunished sin they tried to repent for with a final selfless act. And then there were some people that were just fucked in the head, who signed up grinning. The wardens didn’t ask many questions. There was always a shortage of Victims, and each volunteer they got reduced the numbers of “volunteers” they were forced to provide from other sources.\n\n\nThat’s where I come in, by the way. Hi.\n\n\nI’d call myself someone who fights for the cause of justice using whatever means necessary; the government calls me a domestic terrorist. At first, they just locked me up in one of those prisons you don’t hear about and left me in a bare room with a toilet and a bed. Each morning and night, a tray was slid through the slot in the door with my meals. I tallied the days with scratches on the wall as a joke at first, then the time really did start to blur together. I was close to going insane with boredom by the time the door opened and a couple of guards busted in to hold me face down on the bed. I wasn’t the most docile prisoner, but using four grown men to pin one scrawny girl seemed like overkill, even if I did manage to almost bite one of them. Someone else came in after I was restrained, and I felt the prick of a needle on my arm and cool fluid being pushed into my veins until my struggles gradually weakened.\n\n\nThat was the last thing I remembered before waking up groggy and confused, sitting in a wheelchair in a small metal chamber. It was only a little bigger than a closet and barren except for a pair of doors with no handles on opposite walls and a small panel with a blinking green light next to one of them. The doors had thin slits of glass embedded with wire, but they were too high up for me to look through while sitting. I tried to stand up and immediately regretted it, slumping back into the wheelchair as my head spun. \n\n\n“Easy there, it’ll take a while to wear off.”\n\n\nI glanced around dizzily for the source of the voice, and for the first time I realized I had an IV in my arm, hooked up to a bag hanging from the back of the chair. I was wearing some basic clothes that weren’t mine - a cheap t-shirt, thin pants, relatively comfortable underwear. My head throbbed, and I closed my eyes for what felt like a moment but must have been a few minutes. When I opened them again, things seemed a little clearer. I guessed that the panel next to the door was an intercom, as there was just one button and a pattern of small holes above it for a speaker. I stretched out a shaky arm, pressing the button.\n\n\n“‘ere…?” I slurred, finding my mouth not as responsive as I thought it’d be.\n\n\n“She speaks!” the same voice as before replied. “I was worried they hit you with the wrong dosage, you were out for a while too long.”\n\n\n“Where…?” I tried again.\n\n\n“Ah. Yeah, that’s tricky.” The voice - and I was pretty sure it was a man's - sighed. “There’s no real point in softening it. You’re in the Demon Containment Ward.”\n\n\nIt took a moment for the words to sink in, but when they did my breath started to come fast and shallow, icy fear tightening my chest. I knew what that meant. Everyone knew the rumors. Of exactly what happened to the volunteers, and the existence of “volunteers”. I could guess where I was, too. They had little airlock-type spaces to introduce Victims to the demons' cells, and this room looked like nothing more than that. I struggled upright, starting to hyperventilate, my heart slamming in my chest, and I pushed against the door to the outside. I could see someone through the glass, a man in an imposing set of body armor, and I slammed my fists against the barrier, begging *out, out, out*, not realizing that he couldn’t hear me without the intercom. It felt like the walls of the tiny room were closing in around me as the panic built, but being crushed was preferable to the *other* door opening. \n\n\n“Easy, easy!” He met my dilated eyes and motioned to the side of the door, reminding me of the panel. I slammed the button, tears rolling down my cheeks.\n\n\n“Please,” I sobbed. “Please, you have to let me out, you can’t, you can’t-”\n\n\n“Calm down, this isn’t helping you-”\n\n\n“I’m gonna die! Please, I didn’t volunteer, you can’t-”\n\n\n“Quiet!” he barked, his eyes turning hard, and I cut off with a choked noise. More gently, he continued. “I don’t have to do this, you know? I could have left you to wake up on your own. Falling apart isn’t going to get you anywhere. Now, take a deep breath.” I could see his chest swell, and I inhaled a shuddering lungful, responding to his authoritative voice. “And let it out.” I could hear him exhale into the intercom microphone, and I did the same. He repeated the exercise a few times until I was breathing somewhat steadily, still terrified but not filled with the same overwhelming panic, and he guided me through pulling the IV out of my arm. Then he spoke the words I had been dreading.\n\n\n“I’m going to open the door to the cell.” \n\n\n“No,” I whimpered, pressing up against the glass and staring at him pleadingly. “You- you can’t. You could let me go, or- or- you could-” my voice broke, and I continued in a whisper, hot tears staining my face, “-just kill me. Don’t put me in there.”\n\n\nHe shook his head sadly. “I know you must have done something awful to end up here. That doesn’t mean I like it, but you’re saving lives this way.” He stepped away as I clawed at the glass, and moved back into view for a brief moment. “For what it’s worth, I’d rather put a bullet in your head.”\n\n\nThe door behind me slid open.\n\n\n---------\n\n\nStarting off dark, but I intend for things to get better if I get around to continuing it. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] A highly trained hitman is poisoned so that his balls will explode if he doesn’t cum regularly. He has to track down the antidote while finding ways to deal with this issue. | [
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"content": "Derek Grant woke with a start, struggling to remember what had happened before he drifted off. The broken glass on the floor and his head on the counter were major clues. That’s it...he had taken one drink of his scotch when he started to feel heavy. The last thing he remembered was seeing the dvd on the counter with a “watch me :)” written in red lipstick. He shoved it into the computer, taking stock of the situation as he hit play. His head actually felt fine, but there was a pain welling up in his balls, like there was a buildup of pressure that needed to be released.\n\nThe screen lit up with a woman he was all too familiar with; that fancy red dress and matching scarf were impossible to forget. The woman’s eyes were a dark blue that was cold and calculating, a stark contrast to the rest of her delicate, beautiful appearance.\n\n“Hello! Derek, my darling. You know you’ve been a bad bad boy!” Ruby shook her head at the camera and waved her finger back and forth. “You see, you killed the wrong person a few nights ago. He might have been one of the most unbearable men in the world, but he also happens to have a sister who cared for him very much.”\n\nRuby’s lucious lips formed a nice little pout, but she didn’t seem to distraught by all this. Derek guessed it was a matter of reputation for her to avenge her brother’s death. As Ruby kept talking, Derek pulled his drawer open, and he realized he gun he kept hidden away was missing. A quick walk to another hiding spot also showed another missing weapon. This might be a problem...\n\n“So Derek, given our history, I figured I’d make your death a little more interesting than any other man. You see, the substance you just ingested has caused all those manly hormones you have to go crazy. If you don’t find a way to empty those pretty little balls of yours, then... pop!” Ruby threw her arms out in a grand gesture to emphasize this. “Have fun darling, not everyone’s last moments are filled with so much ecstasy.”\n\nThe video shut down and Derek immediately slammed the laptop shut, not bothering to look for his other weapons as he started to head for the door. He had to assume this woman was true to her word given her terrible past, meaning he needed to find her and get some kind of antidote for whatever this was. \n\nAs Derek walked out the door pulling on his suit’s jacket, he found himself facing two blonde women wearing all black, each carrying batons as they smiled at the contract killer. \n\n“Going somewhere?” One of the duo said with amusement in her voice. Derek vaguely remembered her as one of Ruby’s low level lackeys, likely placed here to slow him down. \n\nDerek raised his hands, “Listen, I’m after Ruby. Just step aside and I won’t have to...” a swing of one of the batons cut him off as he stepped to the side, feeling his balls throb as he did so. The other blonde threw herself at him, but he sidestepped that as well, catching her arm and using the momentum to send her toppling onto the floor. \n\nThe first lackey’s baton smacked into his arm with a crack, causing Derek to grunt in pain. It was a weak sensation compared to the overwhelming need for relief he felt. He reached around to grab the first woman’s arm, sliding his legs under hers as he toppled her to the ground as well. The other made an attempt to strike him from behind, but he was ready, landing an elbow into her jaw to knock her out cold. \n\nThe first woman was still trying to get to her feet when Derek flipped her onto the floor, knocking the wind out of her. He moved to pin her down, grabbing her by the throat and ready to choke her out if needed.\n\nThen his balls started to hurt, feeling like they were literally going to explode. The hitman looked down at the struggling enemy, feeling his cock start to rise to full mast as he looked down at her cleavage, eyes wandering down to the rest of her slender body.\n\nThe lust he felt took over, and Derek kept her pinned as he started to pull her pants down. The woman gasped for breath, unable to fight much while her little pink pussy was exposed. Just seconds later, Derek fished his cock out of his pants, barely having time to line it up with her entrance before shoving it in. \n\nHe started to fuck her in an animalistic fashion, slamming his hips into hers, pushing her legs up toward her head so she could do little to fight back against the onslaught. The woman was still recovering from the lack of oxygen, and she just started to moan groggily as her body was taken.\n\nDerek didn’t last long in the state he was in. He felt the pressure in his balls begin to peak, and then nothing but sweet relief. He came harder than he ever had, unloading deep inside the girl with every thrust, eliciting moan after moan as she felt her pussy get drenched in semen.\n\nAfter a nice long release, Derek pulled back a bit and felt his head clear. He got back to work, searching the woman’s pocket to find a few zip ties. He quickly tied the woman’s legs behind her head, not even bothering to pull her pants up. She just laid there panting, cum leaking out of her used hole.\n\nDerek quickly did the same with the other women, and then he pulled them into the house and gagged them before heading out to his car.\n\nAs the hitman went to backup his car, he froze. One of his neighbors was watching the entire thing, just sitting on his lawn chair smoking with his mouth open. Derek had to think fast; this was his friend Jim, and he didn’t want to hurt his favorite drinking buddy.\n\n“Listen Jim, there’s a key under the mat, and those two women are terrible people. Just look through their phones if you don’t believe me. If you don’t go to the cops, you can fuck them as much as you want. They’re tied up right inside.”\n\nJim let a puff of smoke leave his mouth as he contemplated, and then he jolted out of his seat and ran to the spare key. Derek nodded in satisfaction before pulling out of the driveway, slamming on the pedal. He already felt the pressure building up again, and he had to move fast.\n\n(This is totally not like Crank ;)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The young real-estate agent has one final day to close a sale before losing the listing. Her open-house is... unique | [
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"content": "Karen glanced out the window as she heard the car doors shut. A couple. That made things harder. Not impossible, just harder. She buttoned up her shirt a bit more – you’ve got to feel out the wife first – and wiggled her skirt down a little. In the reflection of the mirror in the hallway, she ran some fingers through her hair and then waited a few seconds after the doorbell rang to open the door. \n\n“Hi, welcome, I’m Karen” she said, flashing her best realtor smile. “Come in, come in.” She motioned them inside with her hands, closely watching his eyes. When she caught his glance pause at her chest, she couldn’t help but smile. This was going to be easy. \n\nThey introduced themselves as Kevin and Charlotte. Karen hardly listened, carefully plotting a strategy in her mind. \n “So first off, the living space. It’s nice and open, as you can see…” \n She twirled around a little, undoing her button as they looked around the space. His gaze rested on her again. When he noticed her unbuttoned shirt, his eye brows shot up before he composed himself. \n “Really, wide open. Up for anything really. This is really the kind of space that you can do with whatever you want. I mean, it’s made to live out your wildest fantasies.” \n She giggled a little and winked at Kevin. His eyes grew big, but he kept quiet. Easy target. \n\nKaren walked over to the kitchen. “These granite countertops are very solid. Granite is really popular these days, and I can see why. I love my countertops rock hard.” \n Kevin had stopped looking at the kitchen altogether. He looked Karen up and down while Charlotte inspected the stove. \n “Are these appliances new?” she asked. \n “Yeah, they’re pretty young. Very flexible, and you can do all kinds of stuff with ‘m that the older ones just won’t do.” \n Another wink at Kevin. Charlotte stood up and looked around. \n\n“Shall I show you the upstairs now?” Karen asked. Kevin nodded eagerly and Charlotte looked out of the window to the backyard. \n “What I love about this house,” Karen mentioned, “is that you can use the backdoor just as easily as the front door. Sometimes it gets stuck a little, but that’s an easy fix with some lube.” \n\nThey walked through the hallway. At the bottom of the steps, she tripped and adjusted her shoe, motioning Charlotte to go ahead. Before Kevin could follow his wife, Karen slipped in front of him. She pulled up her skirt, giving him a view of her bare pussy and ass as they swayed up the steps mere inches away from his face. \n\n“So straight ahead is the master bedroom, where-“ \nShe gasped. \n“Oh, my God. I can’t believe I didn’t see this…” she stammered. “That’s… I’m so sorry. I don’t know why anyone would do that.” \n\nOn the wall where the bed would be, someone had drawn big, bold letters. The black paint contrasted starkly with the pristine white wall. \n*For a great fuck, call me!* \nBelow it, a phone number was scribbled, almost taking up half the wall. \n\nKaren watched Kevin taking a mental note.\n\nCharlotte turned around, a puzzled look on her face. She stared at Karen. “Isn’t that also the phone number on the sign outside?” she asked. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Seeking: A Bestie Who Loves Brunch, Netflix Binges, and Going Down on Each Other. | [
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"content": "“Seeking: bestie who loves brunch, Netflix binges, and going down on each other.”\n\nClaudia didn’t expect to get a match so soon but Jess seemed to fit the bill of what she was looking for. The two started to chat over messages and really hit it off. They arranged to meet for brunch at a local cafe. \n\nClaudia showed up first wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt that showed her perky boobs. She got a table and only a few seconds later, Jess strolled in and sat with Claudia. \n\n“Hello sorry I’m late, I got sidetracked” \n\nJess said pushing her coat off and hanging it on the chair next to her.\n\n“Oh your boobs are bigger in person.”\n\nClaudia put her hand over her mouth. She couldn’t believe she just said that so causally. Jess laughed.\n\n“I’m sorry Jesse, it just slipped out. I can’t believe I did that. “\n\n“It’s ok, happens to all of you and given why we’re meeting I don’t think that’s such an out of the blue statement. “\n\n“Yeah but you just don’t say that to someone you’re meeting face to face for the first time. “\n\nClaudia sat back in her, face red with embarrassment. Jess smiled and handed Claudia the menu. \n\n“Let’s order before you say something else perverted.”\n\nShe giggled and Claudia rolled her eyes taking the menu. \n\n“So what you kept this morning, if you don’t mind me asking?”\n\nJess sighed with a smile.\n\n“There’s an old classmate I’m friend with on Facebook. She’s on vacation and uploaded a bikini pic and I’ve been wanting to fuck this chick since I met her, so that picture just, you know...umph!”\n\nJessie said as she fanned herself.\n\n “Oh but I’m the perv.”\n\nClaudia replied with a small smirk.\n\nThe two ordered and continued to talk. They split the bill but sat waiting for the waitress to bring Jesses card back. \n\n“So think this will work Jesse?”\n\n“Hmm a no strings attached friends with benefits relationship with an sexy little minx...yeah this will work. Your really fun to hang out with too.”\n\n“So it’ll be a friendship as well...just one where we fuck. “\n\nJesse nodded and stretched her hand, Claudia didn’t hesitate to shake it. The waitress came back and Jesse finished off her coffee before the two left.\n\n“Got any other plans for today Claudia?”\n\n“No you?”\n\n“I’m free. Wanna go mini golfing?”\n\nClaudia but accepted the offer. \n\n“I haven’t played in years though. “\n\n“Even better.”\n\nJesse smirked as she got into the front of her car. \n\n“Winner controls the Netflix tonight?”\n\n“Deal.”\n\nThey shook hands again before Claudia got in her car and followed Jesse to the nearby mini golf range."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone thinks I’m a sweet demure young woman and they probably believe that I’m completely naive and innocent about sex, since that is what I project… Little do they know that I have a side-job as a professional dominatrix. That is… until one of my friends accidentally booked my services… | [
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"content": "Contains: dominant/submissive, lots of consent.\n\n\n----\n\n\nThe first thought that went through my head when Linda opened the door was *Oh fuck, I thought this place looked familiar.* I’d been here twice before, but the little suburb house looked the same as practically every other building in this neighborhood. I couldn’t connect the hazy memories of parties with the address I had gotten until it was too late, too late.\n\n\nAs she stared at me, I could see the spark of recognition grow. I looked pretty different when I was doing this: my makeup more intense, my black hair put up in a tight bun, my clothes composed of a lot more leather than usual and the heels of my boots making me a few inches taller. Still, it was me. She knew my face, and I only had a few seconds before the question in her eyes turned into a shocked answer. I could run, or I could run with it.\n\n\nFuck it, I always thought she was cute.\n\n\n“Aren’t you going to invite me in, darling?” I purred at her in my best domme voice, stepping forward before she could answer. She automatically moved aside, letting me pass into the living room and closing the door. Then she froze, staring at me again, and I knew the game was up. Nobody would notice us talking in here, at least.\n\n\n“Courtney…?” she whispered, her eyes wide.\n\n\n“Yes, that’s me,” I replied, trying to keep a playful air. I could do this. I just couldn’t afford to be… well, me. As long as I stayed confident and in charge, this would be fine. If I slipped into my shy, easily-flustered everyday self…\n\n\n“But, like, Courtney Courtney?” she asked, still staring. “The one I know? Not… her twin sister, or… or doppleganger, or something?”\n\n\n“Yes,” I said, my chest tight.\n\n\nShe was still trying to wrap her head around it. “You’re a dominatrix…? Like, fuck me, seriously? You can’t say cock without blushing!”\n\n\n“A-And that disqualifies me, does it?” I said, a familiar heat rising to my cheeks. I was already losing it. Shit.\n\n\n“Well-” She looked down at herself. “I… I guess not in this case… but… seriously? *You?* Doing *this?*”\n\n\nShe met my eyes again, and I could see the judgement in her gaze. Excuses leapt into my mind, pushing at my lips, but I held them back. Barely. I was starting to realize the only reason I could be so self-assured as a domme was because my clients had no idea of what I was typically like. She expected me to be nervous and bashful, and goddammit, that’s what I was becoming.\n\n\n“I can’t believe it,” she said, shaking her head. “This is… insane. I mean, you’re so… so shy, normally. Me and the girls try to censor ourselves around you. I didn’t even know you liked *women*. And it turns out you’re… this.”\n\n\n“Please don’t think I’m weird,” I blurted, then winced. Yup. There it was. My confidence down the drain in less than two minutes. Why did I even come in? Did I really think I could dominate someone who I’d known for years?\n\n\nAfter a few moments, she broke into a grin. “There’s the Courtney I know.” She stepped forward, giving me a brief hug, then pulled away, her hands on my shoulders. “This… this is really weird. But you’re not weird. Like, fuck, I’m the one who hired you. I’m not in a position to judge.”\n\n\nI didn’t even consider this from her side. It was probably just as bad for her, knowing that she had revealed her own deviant tastes to her friend. At least I had the excuse of doing it for the money; she was the one paying for it.\n\n\n“Do you want a glass of wine or something?” she asked, pulling away, and I realized I had been quiet for too long.\n\n\n“Sure.” I didn’t normally accept drinks from clients, but this was anything except normal and something to dull my embarrassment sounded perfect. She went into the kitchen as I sat down on the couch, putting the large bag I carried at my feet. After a minute, she came back with two glasses, filled rather closer to the brim than was typical. I didn’t object, merely taking long sips as she sat next to me and did the same, both of us hoping to ease the difficult conversation ahead. The glasses ended up almost being emptied before either of us spoke a word.\n\n\n“So…” she said finally. “This is probably pretty fucked up to ask, but are you still… like, willing?”\n\n\nI didn’t immediately understand; when I did, I almost sprayed wine across the room. “You- You still want to…?”\n\n\n“I didn’t hire a dominatrix on a whim,” she said, giving me a wry smile. “I kinda had something in mind. And, well, you came inside after recognizing me, so I figured you might… y’know.”\n\n\nThat was true, but I was seriously questioning my own judgement on that. “We’re friends... I don’t want it to be weird between us.”\n\n\n“It’s already gonna be weird. I mean, now I know what you do, and… you know that I like what you do.” She shrugged, her cheeks pink. “And… you’re pretty cute. Or hot, with the leather.”\n\n\n‘Hot’ was unfortunately accurate. The heat of my embarrassment and the glow of the wine plus my long, heavy jacket was making me feel uncomfortably warm, but taking it off wasn’t an option. It was there to cover up an outfit that would be completely inappropriate in public and also completely inappropriate in front of Linda… at least at the moment, if she was really proposing this.\n\n\n“Um,” I managed eventually, finishing the last of my wine and setting the glass next to hers on the coffee table. “We’d be the only ones to know, right?”\n\n\n“Yeah,” she said, suddenly getting excited as she realized I was considering it. “God, yeah, of course! It’d be bad for both of us if anyone knew.”\n\n\n“Okay. This might be a bad idea, but… okay.” I took a deep breath, trying to reorient my mind into ‘domme mode.’ “So… let’s talk about it. How much experience do you have with this kind of thing?” I could see her hesitate and added, “Don’t say what you think I want to hear. It’ll be better if I have a real idea of what you’re familiar with.”\n\n\n“Alright,” she said, squeezing her eyes shut. “Being totally honest, I pretty much have no experience. Like, I had a girlfriend who put me in handcuffs a couple times and that’s it. But, uh, I’m familiar with the idea. From… y’know. Porn and stuff.”\n\n\n“Okay. Thank you for telling the truth.”\n\n\nShe looked up at me. “Will... that be a problem?”\n\n\n“No, not at all. I have plenty of clients who are… experimenting for the first time.”\n\n\nShe snorted. “You say that so casually, ‘plenty of clients.’ I can’t even imagine you ordering someone around.”\n\n\n“You won’t have to imagine,” I said, attempting to sound joking, but she froze up, her gaze sliding away from me. After a moment, I carefully said, “Linda?”\n\n\n“Sorry,” she muttered, looking back to me but not quite meeting my eyes. “You were saying?”\n\n\nI hesitated, but I couldn’t just leave it. If she reacted like that to a mild tease, it might mean something bad later. “Did it make you feel uncomfortable when I said that?”\n\n\n“No… not uncomfortable.” She bit her lip. “It, uh, really turned me on, and I wasn’t expecting it to. I mean, this whole thing is still kinda funny and weird to me, and then I realized, ‘Shit, this actually could happen, Courtney could end up making me do… whatever.’” She shrugged, embarrassed, and I reached out to take her hand.\n\n\n“Thank you for telling me that, seriously,” I said, relieved. “Keep talking to me about how I’m making you feel. Don’t be afraid to ask questions. It’s much better for both of us if we’re being open.”\n\n\n“Okay,” she breathed, meeting my eyes with a smile. “God, I’m just- just so nervous, and excited and kinda drunk and I’m not sure how to react to anything because this is crazy!”\n\n\nShe was all but bouncing up and down, and I couldn’t hold back a smile of my own at the sudden show of emotion. “That’s pretty normal. So long as you’re enjoying yourself, don’t worry about it.”\n\n\n“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” She took a deep breath, calming down a little. “I guess I do have questions, though.”\n\n\n“Shoot.”\n\n\n“Are you all mean and bossy when you, uh…”\n\n\n“Dominate,” I supplied.\n\n\n“Yeah,” she said, blushing. “When you dominate someone.”\n\n\n“Not always. It depends on the person and what they prefer. Some people like to be stepped on and shouted at, others like to be cuddled and told how good they are.”\n\n\nShe nodded, seeming relieved. “Okay. Like, some rougher stuff seems hot, but I don’t know if I’d enjoy someone shouting at me. I get enough of that at work.” She paused. “So, also… I can stop you, right?”\n\n\n“You mean with a safeword? Yes.”\n\n\n“Okay...” she said, and hesitated. “Like, no matter what, you’ll stop?”\n\n\n“Yes, of course.”\n\n\n“Okay.” She let out a heavy breath. “It’s just… I like the idea of being… y’know, helpless, but the thought of being actually trapped… ugh. It’s really scary.”\n\n\n“Trust is a huge part of this,” I said seriously. “For both of us. You trust me with your safety, and I trust you to tell me when there’s a problem, whether that’s you’re not enjoying yourself or something’s wrong. I know I’m kind of belaboring the point here, but *talk* to me.” I squeezed her hand, giving her a smile that she returned after a moment. “Now, since you brought up that you like being helpless, what do you enjoy?”\n\n\n“Um…” she mumbled, looking away. “Well…”\n\n\n“Take your time. I know it’s hard to just come out and say your kinks, but believe me, I’ve heard a lot. You won’t faze me.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Each person you meet can only make you orgasm once. You have a high sex drive, and you’re starting to run out of suitable one-night stands in your small town. | [
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"content": "I have a bad reputation in this town. There is no one here who has slept with more people than me. It’s not entirely my fault though, I don’t know if it’s some magical curse, mental block, or whatever, but I can never get more than one orgasm from the same person! \n\nEven guys with great stamina, people who eat me out forever, they still can’t get me past that one orgasm limit! Now at first I found a work around, because even if I can’t orgasm, people can sometimes bring me to the edge of orgasm, so then I’d just fire up a porn video and finish off the edge to that, but I can only cum once to every porn star, and sometimes it’s hard to find new ones that I like! I’m very particular about which porn actors I’ll rub myself off to, unfortunately.\n\nSo, I slept with as many people as I could. Men, women, whoever was interested. I’m not proud of it, but I even slept with a few married people. It’s not something I’d normally do, but sometimes I’d have so much sex that could only bring me to the edge, I just had to find someone or I felt like I’d burst! I’m one of the few girls in this town who is less likely to want a committed and monogamous relationship than most guys!\n\nThen one day, it happened. I went to the bar, looked around, and realized every person in there was someone I’ve slept with in the past. Most of them had given me an orgasm, a few were just selfish lovers who’d get theirs and refuse to work with me. I went home with Mike and we had a good time, but he had his happy ending, and I told him I had to go when I was super worked up and horny. I rushed home to my computer, but I suddenly realized I’ve masturbated A LOT lately, and none of my favorite video sites seemed to have anyone new that I like. I decided that maybe an orgasm building up this good deserves a good fuck anyways, so I decided to wait and try out several more clubs and bars tomorrow, but my small town doesn’t really have a lot of those, and every one, I only found people I’ve already slept with, or people hanging out with their partners and not willing to swing! It was maddening and for days on end my horniness grew so out of hand that I was almost constantly aching for something to be done about it, but I could find no relief.\n\nOne day, my older brother Tom visited me, and he told me while there, “To be honest sis… the family is a bit worried about you. No one is willing to say it, but I will. Your life revolves around having sex with different guys, and we think that there should be nothing more to your life…”\n\nI’d never really seen Tom as anything but my stupid older brother, but in that moment, when he expressed concern and care about my life, he suddenly became the sexiest man on Earth, but I worried maybe he wasn’t attracted to me yet. Still, I couldn’t just not say anything…\n\nI said, “So, is what you’re saying is, I’ve been a very naughty girl?”\n\nHe replied, “Well… those weren’t the exact words I would use, but…”\n\n“And what happens to naughty girls, Tom?”\n\n“I don’t know,” he replied awkwardly. “When they’re sex addicts, maybe they go to counseling?”\n\n“Yeah… but counseling costs money!” I reply, now dead set on what I must do to finally get release. “What if we try other things, to turn me off sex? What about physical pain?”\n\n“You want me to torture you?” he asked skeptically.\n\n“Well, a little spanking isn’t torture! We both got them as kids, and we’re well-adjusted adults now!”\n\n“I might dispute that ‘well-adjusted’ claim for at least one of us…” Tom said in a voice mixed with wonder and concern.\nI hiked up my short jean skirt so that only a tiny pair of blue panties was visible in the back, and bent over his lap. “Come on,” I said, “you’re my big brother, and if you’re going to come to my house and tell me that this is serious like you’re the big man of the family, prove it to me! Show me how you’re the man!”\n\nHe sighed and said, “Well… I guess it couldn’t make things any worse…” He raised his hand, and gave my butt a soft slap.\n\n“Wow,” I said, “That’s how much you care about me? That little slap?”\n\nHe smacked my behind a bit harder, and then harder after that. I’ve naturally had to become the sort of girl who’s into a lot of weird shit so that I can get with almost any guy, and it wasn’t the first time I’d been spanked while role playing a family member, but it was almost surreal that the situation I’d role played out before was becoming true. Tom started smacking me harder and harder, really getting into it, and telling me things like, “Monica Jean Kettle, I want you to stop being such a little slut right this instant!”\n\nI moaned in pleasure as I felt myself nearing that orgasmic bliss again, “Yes sir, I need to stop being a whore.”\n\nHe paused as he noticed my moaning wasn’t from pain or regret, but from pleasure, but I slowly started to feel his dick start to grow hard against my hip. He angrily smacked my ass a few more times and said, “What’s wrong with you? Get off me!”\n\nI slowly stood up but said, “Tom, I caused that, and I can make it go away.”\n\n“No! I came here to stop you from doing this so much!”\n\n“But how can you stop what you don’t understand?” I asked. “Just let me suck it a little bit and then if you want me to stop, I’ll go away.”\n\nHe didn’t reply to that, but he didn’t stop me as I unbuttoned his pants, pulled out his rock hard dick, and began to lightly suck the tip of it. Oh God I wanted that in me so badly! I sucked the tip, then I let it slide further into my mouth, and soon my head was bobbing and he let out a moan too. I made a satisfying popping sound as his dick exited my mouth, I took down my panties and pulled off my skirt as I bent over the back of the couch. I said, “You choose, Tom. Do you want this, or not?” I prayed to… whatever god will listen to such a messed up request that he would want to.\n\n I waved my still pink ass around at him, and suddenly I felt his calloused hands grab my soft hips, and his cock plunged deep inside my pussy. I almost had an orgasm right there, but I managed to hold onto it a little bit longer, and then the pleasure hit me, and I screamed so loud that I’m grateful the neighbors didn’t call the police! I’ve always been vocal during sex, but I don’t think I’ve ever been that loud before! It’s a good thing that I had the couch to support my weight, because my feet flew up in the air, and my entire body was convulsing with pleasure as weeks of almost non-stop desire finally culminated in one blast of ecstasy! \n\nI don’t know how long I was in that blissful state, but eventually I came out of it and returned to the real world, and felt warm cum dripping out of my pussy. My pleasure must have pushed Tom over the edge, too. That’s OK, I like to see and feel the results of a job well-done. He stared at my cum-filled pussy and said, “Oh God… what have I done?”\n\n“It’s OK, Tom,” I said feeling like an enormous weight was just lifted off my shoulders. “I know, it was a one-time thing.”\n\n“Uh, yeah, I guess so. And I guess I don’t really enough moral authority to lecture you about… anything now.”\n\nI smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek, “You’re my older brother, Tom! I’ll always love and respect you! Just trust me this time, that had to happen. And I promise that I’ll try and have less sex with strangers the rest of this year. So, mission accomplished for you!”\n\nHe straightened his clothes and pushed his still dribbling cock down into his pants. “Well… I guess I did accomplish my mission! And don’t make me come do this again, young lady! Well, maybe not exactly this, but… you know.”\n\n“I’ll try!” I said with a smile and showed him to the door. I intended to keep my promise to him to have less sex with strangers, but that was because I suddenly got a new idea, I am going to fuck my way through my entire family, or at least as many as I can seduce. Brothers, sisters, cousins, uncles, aunts… maybe even dad if I get brave enough. It’s a good thing I come from a big family! That experience with Tom unlocked a whole new side to me, and a new list of potential candidates in this town. Maybe someday I’ll leave this town in search of greener pastures, but not until my reputation gets just a bit more sordid!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An exceedingly prim and proper lady unwinds at the end of the day by fucking the barbarian warrior she's enslaved. | [
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"content": "Contains: bondage, orgasm control, dominant/submissive.\n\n\n----\n\n\n“Emily?”\n\n\n“Yes, Lady Rose?” the maid asked, tidying up the table.\n\n\n“I will retire to my chambers. See to it that I am not disturbed.”\n\n\n“Yes, my lady,” she said, giving a quick curtsy and scurrying out of the sitting room. Rose let out a heavy breath, rubbing her temples now that she was free of the maid’s scrutiny. She was always tired and irritable after a day like this, but this time there was something to look forward to. Something that had been waiting for her attention all day. She smiled to herself, standing up and heading to her *special* room.\n\n\nImplements of pain and pleasure - sometimes one and the same tool - lined the walls. In the center of the room, a blindfolded woman was forced to kneel, bound by a series of leather straps that left her helpless. She was naked, showing off a tight, muscular body covered with tribal tattoos, and she still intermittently and pointlessly fought with the restraints. Saliva drooled around a bit gag forced between her teeth, leaving sticky trails over her small breasts and sometimes joining the puddle of arousal underneath her. A strap between her legs held a shaft inside her that made buzzing noises at irregular intervals, incidentally coinciding with her periods of struggle.\n\n\nRose couldn’t help but smile, simply admiring the display in front of her for a few moments. She took a few steps closer, and the sound of her shoes on the floorboards made the bound woman grunt and look around uselessly, pulling against her bindings.\n\n\n“It’s only me, slave,” she cooed, reaching out to stroke the woman’s cheek and frowning as her slave flinched away from the unseen touch, making a surprised noise. “That’s no way to greet me. What have I told you?”\n\n\nHer slave hesitated, then mumbled, “‘el’ome miffwehf” around the gag, her head hung low.\n\n\n“Much better,” she said taking the woman’s chin between her thumb and finger and forcing it up. “Now, I’ve had a long day. Maybe not as long as yours, but I don’t want *any* trouble from you. Otherwise, this will be your existence for a week. You don’t want that, do you?”\n\n\nHer slave shook her head rapidly, giving a distressed, “‘o miffwehf!”\n\n\n“Good. We understand each other. Now, stay your tongue. I have better uses for it than talking.” She reached behind the woman’s head, unbuckling the gag and easing the spit-covered bar out of her mouth. The slave worked her jaw, swallowing a few times, but said nothing. Rose retrieved a bottle and held it up to the woman’s lips, allowing her to take a few greedy gulps of water. She set down the glass and grabbed a chair from the corner of the room, placing it in front of the kneeling woman before reaching under her dress to pull down her panties. She hitched up her skirts to her waist and sat down on the edge of the seat, spreading her legs to reveal her already-wet and perfectly-groomed pussy.\n\n\n“Pleasure me,” she commanded, and her slave blindly nuzzled forwards, finding the slick heat in front of her after only a moment. Rose reached down, weaving her fingers in the woman’s short black hair and preventing her from pulling away. She held back a gasp as a hot tongue pushed through her folds, lapping up her wetness and seeking out her clit with surprising enthusiasm.\n\n\n“You’re- mm- eager, slave,” she managed, trying not to moan as the bundle of nerves between her legs was assaulted by the woman’s skilled mouth. “Are- are you hoping I'll reward you?”\n\n\nThe only response was a low, muffled groan as the vibrating dildo sprung to life, stimulating the slave for a few seconds before lapsing into stillness again.\n\n\n“It must be maddening to be tied up and teased for hours, never- never getting to come. Is that it? Do you want to finally feel that sweet relief?” The woman redoubled her efforts, working her tongue rapidly, and Rose smiled, a little shiver running through her as she reveled in the submission of her slave. “I can tell you want it so bad, but you’re too... too obedient to even beg. You’re being very good for me. Now, you… you…” She trailed off, her train of thought derailed by the hot, tingly pleasure overloading her nerves. “Um... Oh- *oh.* Gods, yes, keep doing *that*- nng-” She clutched at the woman’s head, wrapping her legs around it and blocking any attempt at escape as the pressure in her abdomen rapidly mounted. Her breath came shallow and fast, her body tensed and ready to explode, yet the tongue between her legs was starting to falter. She didn’t know if her slave could hear with thighs clamped over her ears, but she moaned out encouragement anyway. “Don’t- Don’t fucking stop, or I swear you won’t come for a month- ooh!”\n\n\nShe evidently could be heard, as the woman put everything she had into a desperate attempt that sent her mistress flying over the edge. Her legs twitched and spasmed, a hot rush of juices flooding the woman’s mouth, fingers digging into her scalp and toes curling behind her back as Rose came. She took shuddering gasps as the sensation started to fade, her heart pounding, then realized she had been holding her slave down for far too long. She released her leglock and the woman immediately pulled back, alternating between taking rapid gulps of air and coughing. As her pulse gradually slowed, Rose reached out to cup her slave’s face, stroking her cheek with a thumb.\n\n\n“Are you alright?”\n\n\nThe woman swallowed, then nodded, still panting.\n\n\n“That was very good,” she murmured. “You earned your reward.”\n\n\nThe woman perked up, straining blindly towards her, and she laughed, patting her slave’s face.\n\n\n“So needy!” She crouched down, unbuckling the strap that held the buzzing shaft between the woman’s legs and gently removing the slick length. Her pussy was swollen and red, left dripping after the merciless teasing, and Rose rubbed two fingers along it to make them slick. There was no resistance when she slipped them inside, only a hungry moan as she started to thrust, her thumb making regular passes over her slave’s hard clit. In short order, the woman was squirming in her bonds, breathing hard, her hands clenched into fists.\n\n\n“You can speak, slave. Are you close?”\n\n\n“Yes mistress,” she gasped. “Please-”\n\n\n“Don’t. Come,” Rose ordered, not pausing the movements of her hand. “What are you?”\n\n\n“Your slave, mistress...”\n\n\n“What is your purpose?”\n\n\n“To- To please you, mistress.”\n\n\n“*Who owns you?*”\n\n\n“You do, mistress!” she moaned, her muscles tense as she tried to hold back.\n\n\n“Good. Now come for me.”\n\n\nThe woman let out a ragged cry, doubling over in her bonds as denied pleasure ripped through her. She bucked and fought against the straps, clenching around Rose’s fingers, unable to make more than whimpering moans as she struggled to draw breath. Rose continued her relentless stimulation, drawing out the wild ecstasy until her slave was slumped and panting. Eventually, she pulled her hand away and carefully undid the restraints, freeing the woman and wrapping her in a hug.\n\n\n“You were so good for me, Eve,” Rose murmured between kisses on her neck, rubbing her back as she came down from orgasm. “So good. Thank you.”\n\n\nAfter a few moments, her slave returned the embrace, nuzzling into her shoulder and mumbling something incoherent.\n\n\n“Are you alright?”\n\n\n“Yeah,” Eve managed. “Just… sore…”\n\n\n“Come on,” Rose said, helping her up. Eve was almost a head taller than her when standing. “Let me give you a bath.”\n\n\n“That sounds… really good…”\n\n\nShe followed Rose to the fancy white-tiled bathroom, stumbling on unsteady legs, and allowed herself to be guided into the tub. She lay back with her eyes closed as Rose ran the taps, surrounding her with blissful heat that chased away the aches and pains of her extended bondage. Soft hands both washed and massaged her, cleaning away her sticky juices and working out the tension in her muscles as she melted into the hot water.\n\n\n“Sorry about smothering you,” Rose murmured after a while, rubbing her shoulders.\n\n\n“S’okay,” Eve mumbled, feeling half-asleep. “You know I like it.”\n\n\n“Mm.” Rose planted a kiss on the top of her lover’s head. “I’ll still be more careful.”\n\n\nSome time later, as Rose was running her fingers through her hair, Eve asked, “Would… you have actually denied me for a month?”\n\n\n“Maybe,” Rose said, smiling. “There’s no point in making threats I don’t keep, after all.”\n\n\nEve shivered, new arousal blossoming through her exhausted bliss. “Oh. But… a month…”\n\n\n“It seems like the idea excites you,” Rose teased, and put her hands on Eve’s shoulders when the muscular woman tensed. “Relax, I’m not planning anything. Unless... you want me to?”\n\n\n“Well…”\n\n\n--------\n\n\nNot my best work, but I did have fun writing it. Hopefully it's enjoyable to read. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “So, was it good for you?” “Fucking dragon was a... interesting experience” | [
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"content": "I sighed as I fell back against the pillow, my sweat matting my hair to my forehead. I can go pretty hard when it comes to sex, but that was *intense.* The room felt like a sauna, and my body was mangled. I have never felt this physically drained. It was nice, in a way. Until the pillow talk.\n\n\"So, was it good for you?\" The smaller girl next to me slides in closer, her fat, scaly tail and large wings spanning out across the bed behind her. I winced slightly. She's a whole foot smaller than me, but she makes up for it with her cumulative size. She has to weigh, like, a whole hundred pounds more than me from her more dragon-esque parts alone. She's mostly human, though. And, in my drunken stupor, *mostly human* was enough for me to bang it, apparently.\n\n\"Uh.....yeah, it was an interesting experience....not bad, but...\" I bite my tongue. I'm too exhausted to keep up my *pretty girl* facade anymore. I sigh as I turn slightly towards her, my eyes scanning over her body again. Scaled hands and forearms, slim figure. Those tits look like they belong on a super model, though. Her eyes could really only be defined by the word *sharp*....snake-like, even. Bright auburn hair, and her skin was porcelain pale. Without that massive red tail and giant red wings, she'd easily be 120 pounds, soaking wet. Much different from my larger frame and toned body.\n\nShe giggles as I turn towards her, giving me a bright, toothy smile. \"It's okay, I know it's kind of weird. You seemed really into it, though....\" She said sweetly. Honestly, if I didn't know any better, it'd be hard to compare this sweet little girl to the animal that she was just a little bit ago. \"Yeah, sorry....I did have a good time, I'm just really exhausted...\" I explain, giving her a little smirk to try and keep up. \"That's right, you humans don't have as much stamina as we do. I'm surprised you even got me to cum, that's pretty good!\" She says happily, cuddling closer to me.\n\nHer body was insanely warm. Like, at least 20 degrees hotter than me, and I just got done having sex. No wonder this room was like a sauna. \"Oh, am I too hot?\" She asks as she gazes up at me with those slitted eyes, sensing my discomfort. \"Uh, just sort of. But, it's nice, don't worry about it.\" I wasn't entirely lying. The heat felt like heaven on my sore muscles.\n\nThe small girl pushed closer, pressing her chin to my bosom and breathing in softly. \"This is nice, I like this....uh, would you like my number for later? Maybe we could do this again sometime...\"\n\n~\n\n*(I haven't, like,* ***written*** *in a long time. Please tell me what I did wrong, I'd love to practice more. And I know, I probably could've included the dragon-y aspects more, but I wanted it to be more like pillow talk, less like after care. Thanks!)*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have a condition your mouth, lips, throat, etc. are as sensitive as genitals, and you your actual genitals are WAY too sensitive to the point you cant even touch them. Even eating is can be a annoyance in the wrong situation. | [
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"content": "Elsa stopped in her tracks. She should have told him. There was always a risk someone would try to impress her. But then again, it's not something you bring up before a first date. \n\n\"You ordered oysters,\" she said. \nRob smiled. He was quite proud of himself. \"Yeah. Have you ever had them?\" \nElsa nodded. She remembered June 27th, 2014. So did everyone in her class back then. It might have been one of the reasons she moved across the country. \n\n\"They're an aphrodisiac,\" Rob said with a weird undertone. He saw her face. \"Do you not like them?\" \n\"It's not that. It's... it's a texture thing.\" \n\"I can send them back, that's okay. They're not for everyone.\" \n\"No, no. I appreciate it. And it's been a few years since I last tried them. Maybe it's different now.\" \n\nShe sat down. Maybe it was different now. She once ate a banana just fine, maybe the oysters wouldn't do it this time. And it had been a few years. College had been a horny time anyway. \n\nShe smiled at the waiter who filled her glass. One of the oysters caught her eye. She swallowed. It was taunting her. There was only one way out. \n\n\"Are there any things I shouldn't order for you?\" Rob asked as she grabbed the shell. \"I'm an old-fashioned guy, I'd like to order for you.\" \nShe held the oyster mid-air and paused. There was a long list of risky foods, but the worst one was between her fingers right now. If she could do this one, she could do the whole menu. \n\"No, go ahead, I like old-fashioned.\"\n\nShe brought the oyster to her mouth. Suppressed the shiver when the hard shell touched her lips. Closed her eyes and went for it. \n\nShe knew it was a mistake the moment it slid inside her mouth. She gasped, clutched the table with both hands and sat up straight. \n\"Oh, FUCK!\" she yelled. \nThe orgasm shot down her spine, electrifying her entire body within seconds. The overwhelming pleasure hit every nerve. \n\"Yes, fuck. YES!\" she screamed. Her fist slammed the table. \n\"Oh yeah, that's it.\" \nThe oyster swirled around in her mouth, sending another wave of orgasms through her body. \n\"Oh God, yes! Yes! Yes! Aaahhhh.\" She pushed back in her chair. Her eyes rolled back, she rubbed her body with one hand and grabbed the table sheet with the other. Then she swallowed and moaned. \n\nShe released the table cloth from her fist, but kept her eyes closed. Maybe if she waited long enough, Rob would just leave. It was okay. She knew she wasn't ready yet. \n\nAnd there were still seven more oysters on the plate. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The evil queen is apparently a terrible person, but life as her personal cuddle slave isn't so bad. | [
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"content": "(I ran with the apparently aspect. Sorry if that’s not what you wanted. :/)\n\nI’ve been here for three monthes. The Queen of this small island that had an old English village look but was as modern as could be, had met me on a trip to America and decided I’d be perfect as her snuggle butler. \n\nI’d never heard of her or her island before this but afterwards, I only heard the worst. She was a dictator that treated her people like bugs so many people said. But once I arrived, every commoner was happy, friendly, hospital. \n\nI thought maybe it was just them grinning and bearing their situation but then I met Hannah, her first name that only her staff are allowed to call her. She was a sweetheart, to me, her other staff, and the people loved her. \n\n*bzzz* \n\nOh I’m needed...\n\nI-is she crying?\n\n*knock*\n\n“Hannah?”\n\n“Come in...come in.”\n\nShe quickly stifled her tears but her cheeks and eyes were still red. She turned the volume on her tv and crawled into bed, motioning me over. \n\n“You don’t have to close yourself in private?”\n\n“Queens dont cry...”\n\nShe mumbled as she buried her face against me. I put my arms around her and held her close...\n\n“I don’t think I can take those gossip rags and their lies anymore...”\n\nShe muttered, trying and failing to keep back her tears. The rest of the world portrayed her as a heartless bitch but in reality she’s just your average 27 year old that inherited a big responsibility...\n\n“I swear one day, I’m just gonna take you and take off...”\n\nShe turned around and scooted closer against me. \n\n“Hannah what are-“\n\n‘“Shhh...”\n\nShe bent her head and rubbed my hands. I saw a smile form as the tears slowly dried up. \n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Newly designed for civilian crowd control, PleasureTech™ can take someone from rioting to orgasming in a matter of seconds. | [
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"content": "\"Whose streets?\"\n\n\"Our streets!\"\n\n*\"Whose streets?!\"*\n\n*\"Our streets!\"*\n\nSamantha Steiner sighed, crossed one leg over the other, and leaned back in her executive chair as she peered at the board room's wall-mounted, flat-screen television. The TV was currently tuned to the feed from one of their drones, which was monitoring an increasingly-angry crowd of citizens that was perhaps 200 strong. Facial recognition had identified the leader -- a rather pretty, tomboyish woman of Asian extraction dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans, and combat boots -- as Tai Zheng, a mid-level programmer who'd been a victim of yesterday's layoffs. Megaphone held to her pierced lip, she was leading the frenzied group in enthusiastic and repeated chants that were *very* bad for the company's bottom line.\n\n*\"Hey, ho! Hey, ho!\"*\n\n*\"TechnoCorp has gotta go!\"*\n\nAfter groaning and rubbing her temples for a moment, Samantha blindly felt around until she was able to press the call button on her intercom. \"Chloe,\" she said, continuing to stare miserably at the TV as she spoke to her assistant, \"be a dear and bring me two aspirin and a glass of water.\"\n\n\"Yes, Ms. Steiner,\" replied Chloe's tinny voice. \"By the way, um -- I know you said you didn't want to be interrupted, but Mr. Stockton is on the line and he says he'd like to speak to you.\"\n\n\"Stockton?\" Samantha quirked an auburn brow. \"What does that sniveling little pervert want?\" Blinking, she glanced at the intercom. \"Forget I said that, Chloe.\"\n\n\"Yes, Ms. Steiner,\" said Chloe, again.\n\n\"And put him on.\"\n\n\"Right away, Ms. Steiner.\"\n\nA few moments later, an unctuous baritone emanated from the intercom's speaker. \"Well, hello, Samantha,\" said Joe Stockton, former head of TechnoCorp's R&D division. \"Surprised to hear from me?\"\n\n\"Not really,\" Samantha replied, returning her attention to the monitor, where Tai was now drawing visibly close to their corporate HQ -- so close, in fact, that she thought she could hear their voices outside of the board room's windows. \"I figured you'd beg for your job back sooner or later.\"\n\n\"Oh, not at all, not at all,\" Joe replied, amiably. \"I'm sure re-hiring someone who was fired for allegations of sexual harassment -- no matter how spurious and dubiously-proven those allegations may have been -- wouldn't exactly be good for your bottom line. No, I actually wanted to discuss a different proposition with you. A business arrangement that would be very, *very* beneficial for you at the present moment.\"\n\nSamantha frowned. \"All right, I'll bite,\" she said, just as Chloe -- all of twenty, brown-haired, vaguely ethnic, and attractive enough in a girl-next-door sort of way -- entered the office with the aspirin and water, her high heels clicking against the tile floor. \"What's your idea, Stockton?\"\n\n\"Observe,\" Joe said, simply -- and then Chloe, who'd only just set the pills and glass down on the table, gasped, her brown eyes widening and her cheeks flushing bright red. Her knees buckled, her breath caught in her throat -- and then she melted against Samantha, the woman suddenly having to clutch her flustered assistant to prevent her from sinking to the floor.\n\n\"Wh, What the hell is this?\" snapped Samantha, glaring at the intercom and doing her best to hold Chloe steady as the girl's hips involuntarily humped the air.\n\n\"We here at PleasureTech call it the Orgasmotron Mk. I,\" Joe said, smoothly.\n\n\"You always were terrible at naming things,\" Samantha muttered, under her breath.\n\n\"A new riot control measure developed by my brand-new company,\" he continued, either not hearing -- or not caring about -- Samantha's remark. \"With our long-range blast transmission technology, we're able to manipulate the brain's pleasure centers from up to five miles away, inducing the VTA and pituitary gland to release dopamine and oxytocin, respectively, and paralyzing the cerebellum so that motor control is impacted. In other words, Chloe is in the midst of an orgasm so powerful that she can't walk, talk, or think. By the way, did I mention that PleasureTech's office is right across the street from yours?\"\n\nCarefully setting Chloe down in her executive chair -- the poor girl was drooling onto her blouse and moaning raggedly, her eyes glazed over behind her trendy glasses -- Samantha made her way over to the window. Tai Zheng and her crowd of disgruntled ex-employees were now standing on TechnoCorp's front steps -- but more importantly, Samantha could just barely see someone at a window of the office building across the street holding a device that looked, to her, like some kind of ray gun from a science fiction film. \"All right,\" she sighed, hands on her hips. \"What do you want, Stockton?\"\n\n\"A ten-year contract,\" Joe replied, suddenly speaking in a much more professional and businesslike manner, \"guaranteeing that PleasureTech is TechnoCorp's *exclusive* riot control services company. Strikes? Protests? Demonstrations? You come to us and us alone.\"\n\nSamantha snorted. \"There's no way I can agree to those terms without a large-scale demonstration,\" she replied. \"For all I know, you could've sneaked in and spiked my assistant's drink. Wouldn't be the first time you've pulled a stunt like that.\"\n\nA positively wicked laugh emanated from the intercom's speaker. \"You want a large-scale demonstration?\" Joe said. \"Watch this, Sam.\"\n\nSeeing that the man holding what was, presumably, the Orgasmotron Mk. I had turned the device toward the crowd, Samantha returned her attention to the monitor for a closer look. Tai Zheng was now standing in front of TechnoCorp's front doors, fist raised into the air. \"When our jobs are under attack, what do we do?\" she called out.\n\n*\"Stand up, fight back!\"* replied the crowd.\n\n\"When our jobs -- ahh...!\"\n\nA series of gasps and startled murmurings rippled through the crowd as Tai's megaphone clattered to the floor, shattering against the concrete steps. She grabbed a nearby railing for support, doing her best to remain standing -- but soon, she slipped down to her knees, cheeks red, pupils dilated, chest heaving with deep, impassioned breaths. She gritted her teeth, trying, for a moment, to stand back up and compose herself -- but it seemed that the Orgasmotron's settings had been turned up a notch, because she fell back against the steps instead, hands feverishly working to unbutton her top.\n\nSeveral people in the crowd surged forward, presumably trying to make their way to Tai and assist her, but moments later, they, too, fell victim to the Orgasmotron's power: they stumbled and fell to the ground, touching themselves shamelessly, writhing as their brains were overwhelmed with pleasure and desire. There was no one to stop Tai from continuing to strip down, her lovely tits and pierced nipples now exposed to the drone's camera, the patch of dark fluff between her thighs coming into view as she feverishly yanked her pants down to her ankles, starting to desperately rub herself soon after.\n\n\"It'd really be something if I'd spiked all of *their* drinks, wouldn't it?\" said Joe, smugly.\n\nSamantha groaned, walked back to the table, and downed the aspirin and water one after another. \"I'll send Chloe over with the paperwork once she's recovered,\" she replied. \"By the way -- when *will* she recover?\"\n\n\"Thirty minutes to an hour,\" Joe explained, amiably, as Chloe, who still looked *very* out of it, slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her skirt and began to masturbate right in front of Samantha. \"Unfortunately, the Mk. I does something funny to its target's short-term memory -- something to do with unintentional effects on the amygdala, we're thinking -- so she won't remember a thing when she 'wakes up'. May want to think of an explanation and get her a change of clothes before then.\"\n\n\"You're so considerate,\" replied Samantha, wryly. \"Be ready to look the contract over in two hours.\" And then she reached over and pushed another button on the intercom, ending the call.\n\nOn the TV, the crowd was shown beginning to disperse -- those still of sound mind were helping to lift and carry their pleasure-addled comrades -- but Samantha had returned her attention to her incapacitated assistant. \"You poor thing,\" she murmured, stroking Chloe's hair as the girl whimpered and rubbed circles into her clit, her skirt having slipped down to her knees thanks to the sheer enthusiasm with which she was pleasing herself. \"Having so much fun, and you don't even get to remem... ber...\"\n\nSamantha frowned a bit, walked over to lock the door to the board room, and then returned to Chloe, hiking up her own skirt and tugging her panties to the side. \"May as well see if you can do more with that mouth than answer the phone,\" she muttered, and then she pressed her sex against Chloe's lips -- and moaned and shuddered as her intern began to enthusiastically lick."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You just moved in with your new very attractive college roommate. What you don’t know is that he/she is a massive exhibitionist. | [
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"content": "After waiting too long to save a space in his preferred dorm room, Chris was entered into Mephisto Hall's lottery system. He knocked on the door that was slightly ajar and heard a soft voice beckon him in. He thought he was screwed, until he saw his new roommate. Chris couldn't believe his luck.\n\n\"Hi, I'm Betty,\" she said. Chris blinked twice and would have pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Betty was tall and buxom: long blond hair cascaded over a zippered hoodie that couldn't hide a pair of shapely breasts that pushed past her arms. She was wearing yellow booty shorts that accentuated a round ass and toned thighs. \"You um, got a little something on your mouth,\" she said, pointing at the drool forming at his corners.\n\nChris shook his head and extended his hand. \"I'm Chris, your new roommate.\" \n\n\"Well hello, roomie,\" she said, giggling. \"I'm guessing you weren't expecting a co-ed.\"\n\n\"I wasn't expecting anyone so drop dead gorgeous.\"\n\n\"Oh, aren't you the flatterer,\" she said coyly. She walked around him to the door, letting her breasts graze his sweatshirt, then opened the door wide. \"Do you... want to see more of me?\"\n\nChris dropped his backpack and nodded stupidly. She put her hands around his hips and guided him back against the window. He swallowed the lump in his throat and felt another lump growing in his jeans. \n\n\"You know, they used to call me 'Big Betty' back home,\" she said, slowly unzipping her hoodie. The zipper teeth snagged and clogged as her breasts pushed the fabric sideways, revealing deep, dark cleavage. Chris' eyes bulged as he realized she wasn't wearing a shirt. As she reached the bottom of the hoodie, the zipper head broke off in her hand. She laughed and flicked it at Chris, hitting him in the forehead. \"Do you want to see my girls?\" she asked with a smile. \n\nShe didn't wait for a reply. Betty lifted her arms over her head and wiggled out of each sleeve, revealing her naked torso inch by inch. As her arms cleared the sleeves, she let the garment drop behind her. She heard wolf whistles from the hall behind her and she placed her arm over her nipples; there was no way she could hide her massive breasts. Betty looked back to see three guys peering in the doorway. \"Do you boys want to see more?\"\n\n\"Fuck yeah!\" they cheered, clapping for her. \n\nBetty turned back around to face Chris. She put her thumbs into her waistband and slowly pushed them past her curvy ass and bent down slightly to give the boys a view of her pussy as she let the shorts drop to the floor, never taking her eyes off her roommate. \n\nChris stood with a hand in his pants; he didn't care who saw him re-arrange himself. Anyone who observed the room would have understood. Betty stood up and walked to Chris wearing only a pendant necklace and a smile. \n\n\"Tell me Chris,\" she said in a husky voice. \"Do you want to see *more* of me?\"\n\n\"I want to see **all of you**,\" he murmured. \n\nBetty took his hand and guided it over her breasts, letting him grope her pink nipples, then led it up to the necklace and wrapped his fingers around it. She guided his hand down, to pull the pendant back down her cleavage. \n\nChris was shaking with excitement and fear. The necklace moved down her body, like a zipper. From her neck, Betty's skin separated, revealing another layer of pink flesh, as he pulled down, her torso widened as more flesh unfurled from her sternum. He wanted to let go but the pendant had become a part of his hand; he'd sooner let go of a finger. The pendant reached her bare pussy, stopping at the fleshy hood. Chris looked in horror as the beauty in front of him overflowed with more and more undulating waves of flesh, like pink lava oozing from the Earth. The boys in the hall screamed as her massive ass began to push the door frame out of the wall. \n\nShe was like an animal molting, dropping their old carapace to make room for their larger bodies. Betty's new form expanded to fill the room. Chris was pinned against the window and her enormous breasts, pushing him harder against the glass. He could feel the blood coursing through her veins as it nourished her growing form now crushing him. \n\nHe heard the sharp crack of the glass and felt the cold air around him as he fell backwards onto the quad. It was only one floor above the ground but the fall knocked the wind out of him. As he laid on the grass, he saw the metal window frame bend and twist out of shape, the exterior masonry give under her massive pressure until the section that was their dorm room exploded in a cloud of glass and debris. Chris rolled away and got to his feet, then started running away. He shook his head but he couldn't get her out of his mind, asking the same question: \"Do you want to see *more*?\"\n\n***\nI took the *massive* part literally. Comments and feedback are welcome.\n\nEDIT: Oh shit, gold? Thank you!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A tomboy decides to wear a dress for the first time while going out with a group of friends, whom start jokingly commenting how they never realised that she was a girl all along. Though one of them is more genuine than the others… And feels their heart pounding with unexpected feelings for her. | [
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"content": "\"Come on guys, lets go,\" Casey said.\n\nCasey was short, head full of blonde hair, but for some reason the ends were dyed some odd blue, which peered from speckled brown eyes, and was always sporting a light jacket even in the hot summer days of Boulder. And if there was a trait on a Pokemon card it would say, \"Extremely Impatient.\"\n\n\"We've still got to wait for Joel and Ashley.\"\n\n\"They'll catch up,\" Casey whined.\n\nRoal piped up, \"It's probably the last time we're all going to walk this together.\"\n\nThe three of us grew silent. See, there wasn't much to do back then in Boulder, Colorado. Money hadn't really found it's way out here yet, urbanization was still more than 10 years out, gentrification wouldn't change the landscape or the coffee shops for almost another 20. The closest Starbucks was in Denver. I know, someone reading this in 2019 in Boulder would scoff at the idea of Starbucks being the keystone cafe, but that's how it was as I remembered it.\n\n\"Hey guys, sorry we're late.\"\n\nIt was Ashley and Joel. They looked a bit disheveled, probably cut through the old cemetery. Something we've all done more than a few times, walked it even, but there's something about needing to cross the tombstones at high speed at night, that it's almost an unspoken rule. Usually because you didn't want to be the only person left behind, alone, as the tombstones began to crowd in.\n\n\"Are we doing this or not,\" Casey complained.\n\nGrowing up in a budding city meant we were in some form of limbo on Earth. Too young to be set in the old ways, and too old to enjoy the benefits of modernization. I think only one of us had a computer then, it was Roal I think, and the rest of us use to rush to his house with our 2 hour AOL trial discs that came in the mail. We'd search for the newest Marvel or DC stories, search up facts to win an argument, and play flash games that contained stick figure narratives.\n\n\"Yeah, let's go.\"\n\nThis was the old street, it wasn't anything special to anyone else but us. We use to all live on this street, a few of us still did, but some of the others had moved. But with only one high school in 10 miles, it meant that we all still went to school together. Though Joel being the football jock meant he didn't really hang with us as often. Roal was really into electronics so during lunch if we wanted to see him, we'd find him in the A/V room.\n\nA car's headlights lit up our legs from behind, before it rolled by. We talked and joked, pointed out the homes where some of us use to live in. We talked about that time we nearly burned down Roal's house trying to make a time machine out of his computer with mostly straws and string.\n\n\"Yeah, my dad still complains about the burn marks on the carpet in my room.\"\n\n\"You still rub your feet on it for good luck,\" Joel asked.\n\n\"Only when there's a test that day,\" Roal laughed.\n\nEventually the road met an end, and the five of us stood there realizing what it silently signified. It was also an end of an era for us. Come August I was going to Davis. Casey was travelling to Columbia. Joel had a scholarship to Texas. Roal was submitting a new program to M.I.T. even though he had already gotten in. And Ashley was taking over the family trade, not that there'd ever be a worry about money, their family owned nearly a quarter of the town as it was already.\n\n​"
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"content": "When Avalyna boarded the space ship transporting her to the intergalactic watch post for illegal toxic and explosive trade, she had these silly stereotypes in mind. Apparently, humans are the best when it comes to sex: Duration, pheromones, emotional bonding and technique, but she always guessed that most of these were rumours, just stemming from the fact that not many warm mammalian creatures had colonized space yet. Perhaps it was because of the destructive tribal thinking, or because of strong emotional urges, that made mammalian animals less likely to be successful in space travel. But she wasn't sure of it. She just knew, that as a human, there were a lot of misconceptions from amphibian or reptilian-like aliens out there.\n\nThere were stories, and they were likely to be true, of men and women leaving earth and never turning back, because the dating pool of desperate aliens was irresistible. For a non-human intelligent species, dating a homo sapiens was like dating a celebrity. Rich species, such like the CEOS or presidents, usually had a human sexual partner, almost like a status symbol or luxury. And they produced sex toys, so she found out, just crafted after the homo sapiens anatomy and body temperature.\n\nThis thought followed her sometimes, just in the small ways, in which you remember a part of reality that makes you uncomfortable. She constantly wondered what would be enjoyable about foreign naked bodies or about having some sort of weird shaped reproductive organ coldly enter you. Humans are made to love humans and to make love to humans, evolutionary. Or so she thought.\n\nBut when she boarded the ship, she was pleasantly surprised to find out that all the gossip on sex played a minor role in the actual day to day life of intelligent species' interactions. Maybe it was all blown out of proportion by gossip and scandal.\n\nIn any case, Avalyna loved her work. Waking up early to braid her long hair in artistic cultural braids, having her morning coffee in the community hall either with a book or with a colleague to talk to - everyone had interesting stories to tell about their home planets - working long hours in going over the intergalactic trade legislation to solve the judicial cases, playing games like chess or poker, or unfamiliar games other colleagues brought from their homes, and crashing extremely tired, but always slightly happy, into bed at night.\n\nShe became close friends with a talk active and sweet Lilithulian couple, strange beings who kind of resembled the sweet, rosey axolotl Avalyna once owned. He had a slight pink tint with red stripes over his body, as if he wore some sort of tribal war paint Ava knew from earth. She was of a dark blue that was lighter at every place she had black spots, as if her body was completely freckled. On their limbs, hands and faces, the stripes and spots became lighter and smaller and their eyes were pitch black so that their faces looked cute, no matter the facial expression. Ava thought they looked like works of art. Their chosen 'human' names, which are easier for humans to pronounce and can even tell a homo sapiens the gender of the namebearer, were Xartl and Enilia.\n\nXartl and Ava were always really close. He would sometimes hook into a free arm of Ava and ask her with a smile how her day was, as a regular greeting. Enilia was way more subtle. When they sat together and talked or played games, she sometimes inched just a tiny bit closer to Ava and accidentally let their legs touch. Their skin was incredibly smooth and even to Ava felt good to touch, if she could do so subtly.\n\nThey had just solved a complex case, something about toxic parts being shipped individually, which was kind of legal but also had lead to a toxic attack nevertheless, when they got a full weekday off from work. When Ava found Xartl standing alone in the hall near her own housing, she could sense from his nervous glances that something was different. He tried to smile gently, something he got better at whilst staying in close contact with humans, when Ava approached him. The way he shyly began to talk made her heart flutter.\n\n\"I... I believe you know a few things about our species... don't you?\"\n\nIt was this question that not only made her realize, what he was trying to communicate, but that she wanted it too. She had become, over time, insanely curios on how their skin would feel, when they would try to please her and how they would react to her body temperature. She took his hand into hers. With no one else in the hallways, he melted into the touch.\n\n\"I want you to say it to me.\"\n\nWith gentle touches to her sides, she already felt closely familiar with, Enilia appeared and rested her head on Ava's shoulder, carefully touching Ava's neck with her check.\n\n\"We're cold blooded. We love to stay close to warmth\", Enilia whispered, her cheek and whole face warming up from Ava's body temperature. \"And as an evolutionary motivation, to seek out warmth, we produce countless hormones such as serotonin or oxytocin, when we feel it.\"\n\nEnilia moved Ava's hair to the sides, kissing her behind her ears. \"And we studied up on how we can make a human produce hormones too.\"\n\nAva turned around and kissed her with a bold smile, the places where her lips and hands touched heating up beneath her skin.\n\nThey entered her room, Ava and Enilia, loosing her coyness, kissing whilst Xartl removed Ava's clothes, planting kisses to her skin where he could, sticking close to her warm body and being amazed even at Ava's hair being warm by having rested on her naked back. They moved, undressing each other, towards Ava's bed. Both Ava and Xartl were on their knees, when he moved Ava's hair away and pressed himself close to her back, carefully penetrating her. Enilia's heated face found a place between Ava's legs, licking her clit in the rhythmic notions in which Xartl moved within her, pressing her face as close to Ava's lap as possible and loving the hot fluids that fell on her chest in small droplets, from the place where Xartl penetrated Ava.\n\n\"She's so hot inside\", Xartl managed to say, completely overwhelmed by having his most intimate part immersed into the heat of a young human woman. Whilst her skin and back could not reach more than 24-34 degrees Celsius, even whilst having sex, the wet insides of her vagina were between 36-37 degrees and it was almost unbearable. On no place on his planet, he could ever have been lucky enough to feel a heat like this. He felt her hot fluids on him, even when he pulled out, and couldn't handle it anymore. He came, his reproductive organ slightly curling inside Ava and exerting pressure on her G-spot, just enough to make her cum too, having Enilia grinding her with her face all throughout her orgasm.\n\nAva smiled down at Enilia, kissing her heated wet lips as a thanks and breathless, Xartl pulled out of her. Clearly not wanting anything to end, Ava moved down, appreciating the beautiful shades of blue with kisses. Xartl had to grin as seconds later, Enilia gripped the sheets to tightly, her knuckled turned white.\n\n\"You.. oh\", she sighed. \"Ava, your tongue! ...It's so hot. So..., so hot.\"\n\nAnd overjoyed that he doesn't have to change positions yet, Xartl was ready for a round two in a women so heavenly warm, he didn't know if he, or Enilia, ever could turn back to making love to their own species again.\n\n\\---\n\nMy first submission! That was certainly a lot of fun. I love the idea of heat being a big part of sex."
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"content": "*Evan was right! It's really here*, Dan thought. He found the narrow alley between the fletcher's tent and the one with the old woman selling dream catchers. A single flagstone in the alley with a painted sigil was the only indication that there was more behind the canvas tents and dirt promenade. He walked down the alley, which led to a rough path into the woods. When he reached a point where the noise of the Renaissance fair was drowned out by sound of trees in the wind, he saw a large, red tent set in a clearing. \n\n\"Good morrow, sir\", said a bald man dressed in a simple tunic and dirty pants. \n\nDan's faux Middle English was terrible, but he thought he could string a few words together. He'd seen *Monty Python and the Holy Grail* at least twice. \"Hey, um,\" he started, \"Prithee, good sir, is this the uh, tent of iniquity?\"\n\n\"Tis true, that beyond the curtain lay delights, *most venial*,\" the man said, grinning. He stepped close to Dan and whispered in a low tone, \"Hundred bucks, cash, amigo.\"\n\nDan extracted his wallet from his jeans and paid the man. \n\n\"Anon!\" the man said loudly, then pulled back the tent flap. \"Prithee, good sir, enjoy.\"\n\nThe flap closed behind Dan and he was plunged into darkness. There was a heavy aroma of incense in the air, *almost* completely masking the smell of sex and body odor. Dan wasn't sure how often the ventilated the space, if ever. As his eyes adjusted, he could make out the outlines of objects: a small table, a three-paneled screen, and a large pile of straw with a blanket over it. Someone moved from behind the screen and lit a candle.\n\n\"Good day, sir,\" said a woman wearing a silk robe. She had long, dark, curly hair, accented with bangles that glimmered in the light. She lit a hanging lantern, then set the candle on the table. \"Pray tell, what dost thou desire?\"\n\nDan was too excited and stumbled over his words. \"M'lady...o'er yon haystack... I wisheth to sampleth your... ye olde vagina?\"\n\nShe looked at him coldly. \"Would'st I deign to take thine hand and take thee to the realm of wanton delights, thou must speak with a learned tongue!\"\n\nDan wondered if he could get his hundred dollars back. The dingy ambiance, the smell, and the insistence that *he* stay in character frustrated him. \"Jesus, shit-\" he started. \n\n\"Fie! Do not blaspheme in mine presence, cur!\" she shouted, stepping closer to him until he could see her red-painted lips and smell the pungent oils on her neck. Her breasts heaved under the robe as she spoke. Dan's face was red and hot. He was incensed and aroused at the same time, being dressed down by this back alley harlot. \n\n\"Wench!\" he yelled, grabbing her arms and throwing her into the straw. She landed on her back, legs spread apart. She smiled slyly and opened her robe. Her oiled body gleamed in the lamplight. Dan's eyes traced a path from her haughty face to her ample breasts, brown nipples, and full bush. \n\n\"Thou hast paid, and I thank thee,\" she said, \"Prithee, enjoy the fruits of your trade.\"\n\nDan tore off his clothes, then gripped his hard cock. \"I shall make no haste, m'lady,\" he said, standing between her legs. She raised her hand to halt his progression.\n\n\"Pray, good sir, dost thou have a scabbard for thine longsword?\" she asked. Not waiting for an answer, she pointed at the small table. Dan noticed a small bowl of water, with some things floating on it. \"Thou must be protected, lest thee procureth more than thee bargained for.\"\n\nDan held the organic condom up to the light. It looked like a section of animal's intestine, with a knot tied on one end. \"You're fucking kidding me.\"\n\n\"Quell thy tongue!\" she shouted, crawling over to him. She took another one from the bowl and shook out the water. \"I assure you that these are made from the strongest stock, only used thrice... this week.\" She rolled the loose condom over his cock then fastened it with a leather collar. \"Huzzah, young master. You are ready for conquest.\"\n\nDan followed her back to the bedding and guided her to her knees. He looked at her shiny ass and rubbed his cock-puppet between her cheeks, then pressed in. She was slick and warm, the condom transferring all her heat into him. As he pulled back, he could feel the condom stay in place, thanks to the leather collar. He was becoming more impressed with medieval family planning. \n\nHe grabbed her hips and pushed back in, hearing her moan and arch her back. The rhythm was awkward at first, trying to figure out how hard and how fast he could go without breaking the heirloom condom. She enjoyed the trial and error, reaching between her legs to cup his balls.\n\n\"Aye! Aye! Verily! Aye!\" she said between pants and gasps. Dan hit his stride, slamming into her ass like a blacksmith and an anvil. He thrust faster and faster until he reached the point of no return.\n\n\"Bollocks!\" he grunted as he felt his cock unload in her pussy. He fell on top of her, both of them breathing hard and hot. The condom pushed out and dangled between their legs. As he softened, it fell onto the straw and began to spill his seed. He rolled over and she sat up, caressing his chest.\n\n\"Good sir,\" she said softly. \"We are well met.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A futanari girl is on a game show where she must endure handjobs from the worlds best "penis masseuses" if she cums she loses and, if she loses she must spend 30 minutes in 'cock-drain 3000' a machine that is guaranteed to drain your balls... but there's a secret... | [
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"content": "\"Hello, hello, hello. Welcome back to our show, 'You Cum, You Lose'. You all know the rules. It's in the title. But, if you are a new viewer joining us, I thank you, and want to let you know that this game's rigged. There's a reason 'You Lose' if half the show's title. Also, this time we have a very special contestant today, a real live futanari girl so we're gonna get twice the fun today. And here she comes!\"\n\nDespite the hosts grandstanding the 'set' location is a dinky concrete box of a basement somewhere. There's no studio audience, just a camera streaming and lighting equipment. The back-room door opens and the contestant is lead out, flanked by two women and a third pulling her by a chain. The contestant is wearing only her bra and panties, blindfolded, and shackled by her hands and feet.\n\n\"How are you feeling miss-\" the host says, trailing off waiting for her to interject with her name.\n\n\"Danielle.\" she says meekly.\n\n\"Miss Danielle, are you feeling excited? We're live in front of a couple thousand viewers so I hope you're not having any performance anxiety.\"\n\nHe looks down and sees a large bundle in Danielle's panties, slowly engorging as her face gets redder and redder.\n\n\"Looks like that's not going to be a problem. Anyway, time to go over the rules. Or rule since there's only one. You cum, you lose. If you are able to last just 5 minutes you will win our grand prize, but if you can't you must spend 30 minutes with our good ol' Cock Drain 3000™. Let's see how you do. Get to it girls.\"\n\nThe assistant who was leading Danielle by a chain forces her to the ground and the other two begin to work. One twirled a thumb around the head of her dick while the other tightly gripped her now quivering cock, slowly sliding her hand down the shaft. She continued moving her hand down past the base of her dick and then ran her fingers along her scrotum. She started fondling her balls then gripped them just under the shaft, tightening the skin around her testicles. Next, pushing them apart by placing a finger between her balls and then lightly squeezing the left and then the right in a rhythmic tapping motion with her fingertips.\n\nDanielle began to squirm more and more as the drug started to take more of an effect. The assistant who was polishing her head stops to lean over Danielle’s face, pushing her arms to the floor and then straddling her so she couldn't fight back as they were making her cum. Danielle's breaths got more and more erratic and her cock started to bounce with the lightest touch. At this point schlicking a fingertip over the top of her dick was enough to make a bit of precum dribble out of her dick. The assistant running her finger over Danielle's cock suddenly stopped as it began bouncing with a greater intensity. The straddling assistant puts her hand over Danielle's mouth to stifle her moans as cum began to splurt out, then again, and again, with three ejaculates landing on Danielle's abdomen.\n\nThe host walks over and crouches next to his contestant. \"Looks like she couldn't make it. That's a real shame.\" He runs his fingers over the cum while the assistants begin to prepare for the next segment. He grabs Danielle by the jaw with his other hand and slips his cum-covered fingers between her lips. Danielle's eyes are rolled to the back of her head and there's drool running down her cheek, onto the floor.\n\nWith preparations made the assistants carry Danielle to the wooden stocks and then lock in her arms. Then they oiled her ass with an ocean of lube and slid their fucking machine's dildo into her asshole. Next came the star of the show, the Cock Drain 3000™ went over her cock. The last piece of the puzzle was a pair of breast pumps. One of the assistants pulled out Danielle's tongue and made her lick the rim of each pump before placing them on her nipples.\n\n\"When I told you all the rules of the game, I said 30 minutes in the cock milker, but who's counting anyway?\" The host says as he sets the fucking machine and the cock milker to their maximum rates. Danielle begins struggling against the stocks and starts to cry out before an assistant gags her and loud moans echo through the room.\n\n\"Don't worry Danielle, you'll be getting more famous by the minute so you should be thanking me for giving you more than thirty minutes. Be sure to keep making those delicious expressions for all our viewers out there.\" He says, looking straight into Danielle's tear-filled face. As they start to walk upstairs Danielle begins moaning louder and louder until she alone with the camera and all the viewers watching her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A loving vampire keeps their spouse company as they recover from blood loss | [
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"content": "“Are you sure?” he asked, holding her hands tightly. “You don’t have to. I'll be okay.”\n\n\n“You hate the blood packs.” She smiled at him. “ ‘Like drinking cold coffee times a thousand,’ right?”\n\n\n“Well, yes, but-”\n\n\n“It’s alright. I want to do this for you. I’m sure.”\n\n\n“Okay.” He leaned in and kissed her, gently. “Thank you.”\n\n\n“Mm.” She gave his hands a squeeze before sitting back on the couch and baring her neck like a vampire victim in a bad movie, overdramatically ordering, “Now prepare your patient, Dr. Acula!”\n\n\n“You dork,” he laughed, picking up a bottle of rubbing alcohol from prepared supplies on the coffee table. He wetted a cotton ball and carefully cleaned a spot on her upper arm, then, with rather more reluctance, used another soaked cotton ball to polish his fangs. He waited for the alcohol to dry before placing his teeth on her skin, meeting her eyes for one last confirmation. She nodded, and he bit down.\n\n\n“Ow!”\n\n\n“‘orry,” he mumbled, mouth full of arm.\n\n\n“Motherf- damn. Ow.” Her hands were clenched into fists. “That was worse than I thought. Ugh. I’ll take the numbing thing next time.”\n\n\n“Mm.” As gently as he could, he extracted his teeth from her flesh and placed his lips over the twin holes, beginning to suck. Sweet, hot, wonderful blood filled his mouth, and he gulped it down with relish. She watched him drink, her head gradually drooping back against the couch as the tension ebbed from her body.\n\n\n“I think the venom is… working… d’sn’t hurt so bad now…”\n\n\nHe didn’t respond, focused on counting mouthfuls as the mild sedative worked its way through her system. He knew how much he could take safely and stopped a ways short of that, ignoring the unfulfilled ache in his stomach. He licked the puncture marks before wrapping them up with a bandage and carefully guiding her down into a lying position, her head in his lap. She stared up at him dreamily, a half-smile on her lips.\n\n\n“Was it good, baby…?”\n\n\n“So good. Delicious.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingers. “Thank you.”\n\n\n“Mmm…”\n\n\n“How are you feeling?”\n\n\n“‘m kinda… dizzy…”\n\n\n“It’ll pass.” He stroked her hair. “Do you want some juice? It’ll help you feel better.”\n\n\n“Sounds good…”\n\n\nHe propped up her head and brought the glass he'd poured earlier to her lips, letting her drink a little. She smiled at him when he set it down again, finding his hand with hers and nuzzling into his chest.\n\n\n------------\n\n\nA short thing, I liked this prompt a lot and wanted to do something for it. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Dragon captures princess, knight comes by to the rescue, you know the drill. The knight anticipated killing the dragon to liberate the princess or die trying. Being added to the beast's hoard wasn't an expected outcome, but it's surprisingly pleasant. | [
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"content": "\"En garde!\" said Matt as he swung his sword at the dragon, despite being much too far away to actually hit it.\n\nThe dragon had none of that, and breathed a very smoky flame at Matt. The flame was so smoky that the great knight started to cough. Under his metal visor, the air quality was already bad, but the smoke started to make him delirious and woozy.\n\n*I can't...* he thought, as his vision got blurry and he fell down. *I must save the princess...*\n\n----------------------------------\n\nMatt woke up to find himself lying on a very soft cushion. He could *feel* the soft, luxurious fabric of the cushion cover on his body too — and the open air of the cave on his skin. He was naked! Well, except for a purple silk loincloth with a golden border and tassels that was currently covering his knighthood.\n\nHe wobbled around, trying to find a foothold on the cushion and get up. Then, his leg got caught on something, and wouldn't move any further. He looked at it, and it was adorned with a jeweled, gold-plated manacle, with what appeared to be the beginning of chains on the underside, with the same gold plating, running into a fold of the cushion. He tried extending his other leg to much the same effect.\n\nThen he looked down at his arms, which had similar manacles on them. He tried pulling, but again his movements were cut short. He couldn't quite lift any of his limbs far enough to even get them off the cushion and see more of the chains, let alone stand up.\n\nHe slumped back down. Where *was* he, even?\n\nHis question was answered as he heard the rumbling footsteps of a big, heavy dragon. He sat up again, taking a better look around. The cushion was on a heap of gold coins the size of the King's stash, covered in other jewelry as well.\n\nThe dragon's face appeared in view. Matt instinctively reared up and try to grab his sword, before the sound of a clinking chain and the force of a manacle inhibiting his motion reminded him he was powerless. The dragon walked closer, and Matt prepared himself mentally to die a second time...\n\n...but as the dragon got closer, Matt could see it — no, she, as he could now tell by the shorter, more angled horns that had eluded him during their heated battle — was holding a pail of water in her mouth. She cleared away a section of the coins next to his cushion to leave a flat surface behind, and set down the pail of water. In her... forelegs? was a brush and sponge.\n\nMatt tried to back away, but the manacles held true and cut off his retreat. The dragon dipped the sponge in the bucket, and leaned in to start scrubbing the knight's skin. He struggled and squirmed with all his might —\n\n— until the sponge made contact with his bare chest, and the tingly feeling of the sponge and the soothing warm water worked their magic and made Matt realize the dragon meant no harm... at least for now. The dragon looked down at Matt with half-lidded eyes, as if tut-tutting the knight for being so suspicious.\n\nMatt gave the dragon a dirty look for imagining he'd be _okay_ with being kidnapped and trapped just to be given a sponge bath, but the dragon ignored the look and continued her work. After lathering his chest, she lifted him up gently from the cushion and scrubbed his back too. Matt looked down, but it looked like the cushion was waterproof, and was just as dry as before despite all the water that had run through it.\n\nHe was curious about how the cushion managed that, when suddenly his feet started tickling, as the dragon had dipped the sponge in some lavender water before lathering it up again and scrubbing his smelly feet with it. She even paused after she was done with one foot, and made a sniffing motion at the other before recoiling in disgust at the smell. Another dirty look was had from Matt, at the insinuation that the dragon cared about his smelly feet when she'd been fighting for his *life* not a day earlier.\n\nBut as she worked her way up his legs, he realized that there really was nothing to do about the bath he was being given, and his disgust at the dragon was preventing him from enjoying the feeling of being cleaned up. It wasn't every day that something that *you'd* tried to kill treated you so nicely either.\n\nThe dragon lifted Matt's loincloth and scrubbed his perineal area as well, getting into all the folds and cracks between his legs, testicles, and butt cheeks. At this treatment, Matt couldn't help but start pitching a tent with his loincloth, as the dragon really was being remarkably gentle with everything she was doing. It was almost as if...\n\nNow the dragon made her way to Matt's arms. She scrubbed the armpits a little more vigorously, and little lines of skin started to peel off as she did so. Being an adventurous knight really took a toll on your personal hygiene, especially when hot baths were *already* a rare treat that even the nobility could only reliably afford once every few months. If anything, Matt started feeling like he should be *grateful* to the dragon for letting him feel so clean, even if she'd chained him up on the minus side.\n\nFinally, she did Matt's neck and face. Some of the soapy water got into Matt's eyes, which stung a little. When that happened, Matt's arms instinctively tried to wipe it off, only for the manacles to stop him again. When the dragon saw that, she took a second, still-dry sponge and dabbed the water off his face.\n\nNow the dragon got up again, breathing a sigh of relief now that the bath was over. She reared up again, breathing in heavily. That got Matt's haunches up — *That's the pose she made when she breathed the smoky fire.*\n\nBut this time, there was no smoke — and barely any fire either. Instead, a burst of warm air enveloped the knight's soaking-wet body, and dried him off naturally, giving him a warm, toasty feeling as a bonus. The dragon was breathing as gently as possible, to produce a drying current that would evaporate all the wetness from his skin.\n\nThe warm air suddenly stopped, leaving the knight completely dry with a nice residual warmness in the otherwise cold, dark cave.\n\nThen, Matt thought of something... \"Where's the princess?\" he asked.\n\nThe dragon lay down on the gold and flicked his chin playfully, shaking her head. *You'll know in due time,* said a thought that appeared in Matt's mind.\n\nShe rested her head next to her new prize, using Matt's cushion as her pillow, and Matt obliged to cuddle next to her head, in a very confused contentment.\n\n\\[1/? if you want it :P\\]"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Suddenly, she snaps out of her hypnosis, only to see.... | [
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"content": "…her own body naked.\n\n\"It was 20 minutes this time Ilana\" my psychologist states before I can ask \"a definite improvement\"\n\nI smile proudly; usually I take my clothes off after just five during regression therapy.\n\n\"You still associate emotional touch with sex\" he reminds me dourly.\n\n\"Did I try to straddle you again?\" I say already knowing the answer.\n\n\"You did Ilana yes\"\n\n\"Did we have intercourse like before?\"\n\n\"We did\" he replies looking through me detached, his still hard dick shining.\n\n\"You can dress now. Make another appointment with Riley for Monday on your way out\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He has a free-use pass to use on the girl of his dreams. But despite using her body all the time, he still just wants her love. | [
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"content": "**Something more than sex.**\n\n**Part 1/2**\n\n”So...” Lucas moaned as Madeline swallowed his cock to the root. “Last time you mentioned that musical you wanted to see?” He moaned softly as she bopped up and down on his cock with trained familiarity. “I was thinking maybe- oh god yes, that’s the spot.” He moaned as her tongue found its way to the underside of his cockhead and broke his train of thought. “Keep going babe.”\n\nMadeline worked her magic like she always did and Lucas’ breathing got more and more ragged before he came with a groan. Madeline’s lips stayed locked around the base of his cock as cum splashed down her throat. She slowly pulled off his cock and swallowed the last of his cum as she gave him a smile. \n\n“What about it?” She asked relaxed as she undid her impromptu ponytail and let her hair fall freely again. \n\n“I’ve-“ Lucas stopped himself to catch his breath for a few more minutes while Madeline checked her makeup in the mirror. “I’ve actually got 2 tickets for it, a friend of had to leave town and gave them to me.” Lucas claimed. “So I was thinking… maybe you wanted to-“\n\n“That’s sweet, but I went and saw it already, besides, who would I even go see it with if I had 2 tickets?” Madeline smiled innocently. “I don’t know anyone who watches musicals.”\n\n“Oh, yeah, okay, I guess I, hadn’t thought about, that.” Lucas said as deflated as his cock was getting.\n\n“Well it looks like you’re stress is all relieved.” Madeline smiled and found her purse. “Let me know the next time you feel overwhelmed, I’m here to help.” She beamed and headed out. “See you later Lucas.”\n\nLucas watched the closed door for a while before letting out a sigh and collapsing onto the bed. Already seen it, he should have been faster. He rolled over onto his stomach and grabbed his journal from the nightstand, he flipped it open on the ‘date ideas’ page and striked out the musical. \n\nHe scanned through his other options, there was the band of course, when he’d fucked her at the bus stop she’d been wearing that “the dear hunter” T-shirt, but he wasn’t even sure they were still touring. He’d spotted her collection of science fiction books when she had had him come to her place so she could give him a handjob when she was too sick for anything else, but he hadn’t figured out how to turn ‘science fiction books’ into a date yet. There was also that restaurant downtown she’d been talking with her cousin about on the phone while Lucas pumped her ass full of cum, but there reservation list was over 4 months long. The most promising one had to be that romantic comedy coming out in a few days, she’d been admiring the poster for it at the mall after giving him a quick blow in the bathroom, only problem was…\n\n“Who would I even go see it with…” Lucas muttered to himself, he might have her unrivaled attention whenever his physical needs needed to be satisfied, but his emotional needs never even crossed her mind. He’d admired her from afar for years, never managing to catch her interest, she’d been friendly sure, but she barely remembered him whenever they had spoken back in those days.\n\nIt wasn’t that she had been deliberately ignoring him, he just wasn’t all that interesting, not super talkative, not very funny, and the biggest compliment his looks had ever gotten was someone noting that he looked ‘bland’. At least he had some investments working for him so he had enough money to save up whatever he made from his day job. He’d heard about her mother’s sickness about a year ago and watching the toll it took on Madeline had been too much for him to bear. So he had begun to pay her medical bill instead of saving up, anonymously of course. He wasn’t exactly sure how she had tracked him down but she somehow managed, he’d tried to explain he was just trying to help out, but Madeline had insisted on giving something back. Admittedly he hadn’t exactly tried hard to stop her when she undid his belt and began to suck his cock, but in his defense her lips were VERY soft. \n\nThat was how he finally got her phone number, with the added caveat that whenever he needed her body just one text would make her drop whatever she was holding and meet him. He hadn’t really believed it at first, being more surprised that aroused the first time she came bursting into his apartment, top already halfway over her head. There had been… some guilt induced panic attacks after the first few visits, not from the sex, the sex had been excellent, but from wondering if she resented him. He made it clear to her time and time again that if she wanted to stop he would keep paying the medical bills, he wasn’t paying the bills for… whatever this was, he was paying because he wanted to help out.\n\nHe’d made her swear to let him know whenever she wanted to stop, He’d expected her to tell him to stop within a few weeks at most but she just didn’t. It took him over 2 months to realize that she liked their little meetings as much as he did, and even if all he was to her was a friendly and convenient dick, at least she remembered his name these days. \n\nLucas looked over the dozen or so date ideas he had struck out over the last few months, she’d declined them all with a mix of clueless misunderstandings of what he was doing and just a general disinterest in what he was talking about. The only way he could get her to come anywhere with him was by letting her know it was for sex.\n\nHuh, that might just be it. Lucas picked up his phone and began the hour long process of writing the perfect text for his plan.\n\n--"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He decided to try out an automatic penis cleaner. He sets it to 'squeaky clean' mode. He sees the timer set the one hour. He's locked in place. He soon discovers why he is bound as he tries to pull away from the ticklish agony. | [
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"content": "It had started off simply enough.\n\nShane's girlfriend would be coming over later that night for sex. They hadn't seen each other in weeks, she had been away on vacation with her family. She'd spent the entire time sending him pictures of her tits, being a real tease. He was planning to give her a *thorough* dicking tonight! \n\nShe'd also sent him a present--a personal cleaner, she'd found it on some island her family had taken her to. So, he'd promised to try it out before she came over.\n\nAs Shane put his member inside the tube, he wondered why he needed to be bound. Legs tied apart, hips tied to the bed, and now he finished locking the leather cuffs. A button on a control in his hand started the machine, the timer lock set at an hour. Simple enough. Small metal probes came from the ring surrounding the tube and pressed into the base of his cock, on five sides. \n\nHe let out a squeal. That *tickled*! Shane arched his back, holding his breath--surely his dick would get used to the vibrating sensations in a moment and it would go from feeling hellishly ticklish to mildly arousing, right?\n\nWrong. After a moment the dam broke and he started giggling. \"Nnheeheehee...oh whahah-what the hell?\" He asked outloud to nobody in particular. \"Heeheehee! Oooh fuck...I'm...I'm gahaha...gonna kill heeheeheer...\"\n\nHe loved Becky. But she was a real tease and had a wicked sense of humor that often led to sex pranks. Of course, he was well aware of this before they started going steady, so he couldn't *really* complain. \n\nBut as the probes began moving up his dick, he wanted to. The probes would move an inch, vibrate, move another inch, vibrate again. He twisted and bucked but the restraints that had been part of the 'kit' (Shane now suspected there was never any kit) were holding him too firmly. What's worse, the vibrations seemed to get harder, higher pitched, with every motion. Two minutes later he was howling, head cast back in helpless laughter.\n\nTwo minutes after that, the machine whirred--and paused. It had only been five minutes in this hell and already Shane was gasping and twitching. What the hell was it going to do next?\n\nHe didn't have to wait long for his answer--more probes came out of the tube, out of the top this time. Five metal probes pressed into the super sensitive head of his cock, vibrating wildly.\n\nShane howled in hysterical laughter, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He bucked and twisted, trying anything to get away, but he was locked in tight. He was too preoccupied even to notice when someone came into his house until they were sitting on the side of the bed, topless.\n\nBecky's fantastic breasts stared down at him--at least, that was the first thing he noticed. \"Hiya big boy,\" she cooed, \"miss me? Oooh I see you're having fun with my new toy.\"\n\n\"AHAHAHA TURN IT OHOHOFF!\"\n\n\"Mmm...no.\" She gave him a wicked grin that made his heart sink and his balls ache even more. \"I've missed fucking with you. So tonight,\" she continued as she straddled him, \"is going to be about me getting off on seeing you desperate. You missed these, hmm?\" Becky giggled and squeezed her breasts, inhaling in pleasure. \"I bet you missed getting your hands alll over these. Well here they are, it's just too bad you're tied up, hm?\" \n\n\nThe pulsing stopped--and began anew, at the base of his cock. Shane's eyes got huge--the vibrations were even stronger than before!\" BE-HE-HECKY-HEEHEE! DON'T TE-HEE-HEEASE ME! PLE-HEE-HEEASE I'LL CUM IF YOU DO THA-HA-HA-HAT!\"\n\nBecky laughed. \"A-ha-hawww, well you don't want to do that! If the machine senses cum on your cock it'll start the timer over to clean you better! But it's so much *fun* to tease you!\" She reached down and began tickling Shane's exposed, helpless balls. \"Itchy kitchy kitchy! Aww yeah your balls are helplessly ticklish at the best of times, aren't they? Too bad, tickle tickle tickle! Mmm, seeing you like this makes me so fuckin' wet. Kitchy kit-cheeee! That's it, those helpless eyes, those desperate, helpless eyes. You can't hold it back, can you? You're going to cum for me while I tickle your balls. Oh! Goood boy.\"\n\nEvery muscle in Shane's body tensed at the same time. He was held down so well, not to mention Becky's body on top of him, that he couldn't even thrash. His voice was the only form of release left to him, and he let out a loud, long scream as he shot load after load into the machine.\n\nThe machine paused, whirring to a stop. Overcome with relief, Shane collapsed onto the bed. He didn't even argue when he found Becky's pussy dangled above his face, greedily licking and sucking like a good broken sub.\n\n\"Mmm, that's it. In a moment, the machine is going to start again. The suction in that thing has already ensured your dick is going to be hard for hours! Here's the deal--if you can make me desperate for your cock with your mouth *while* you're laughing, I'll unplug the machine. I'm going to fuck your overused cock no matter what, so it's better to try to get it over with, right?\"\n\nShane moaned--and then began giggling as the machine started again, on the gentle setting. Desperately, he began licking--he only had one minute to make her need him before he lost all ability to focus on her pussy.\n\nHe knew he wasn't going to make it."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Recount an encounter between a lowly stable or servant boy and a princess, whether it be a one-time thing or an ongoing relationship. Or other things I guess. | [
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"content": "There was a soft knock. The prince rolled over and sat up in his huge bed, calling out, “Enter.”\n\n\nThe door opened noiselessly as a woman slipped into the lavish bedroom. She was dressed in the humble black and white clothes of a servant, her long brown hair held back in a ponytail and her dark eyes submissively downcast. She curtsied before murmuring, “You asked for me, sir?”\n\n\n“I'm having trouble sleeping. I was wondering if you could… help me relax.”\n\n\n“Of course, sir,” she said, a small smile growing on her face. She locked the door and came over to the bed, carefully peeling back the silken covers to expose the prince's legs. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?”\n\n\nHe would have rebuked any other servant for asking that, but for her there was only the truth. “Yes.”\n\n\n“You've given speeches plenty of times, sir. I'm sure you'll do fine.” He obligingly lifted himself off the bed as she tugged down the waist of his loose pants, freeing his soft cock.\n\n\n“I know, I know,” he said quietly. “It's just… this time it’s important. I can't stop thinking about it going wrong. If I forget the words, or stutter, or say something stupid... I'd be a laughingstock.”\n\n\n“I really don’t think people would mind that much, sir, if it even did happen. You're overthinking things.” She slipped her hands under her dress to pull down her panties, stepping daintily out of the fabric before climbing onto the bed with him. “Let me take your mind off it.”\n\n\nShe moved to kneel over his head, straddling his face as her dress draped over his shoulders. Plunged into warm darkness filled with the sweet scent of her skin, the prince blindly nuzzled upwards, feeling himself grow hard as her hands traced over his stomach and thighs.\n\n\n“Oh, sir,” she gasped when his hot tongue traced over her slit. “There’s no need to rush.”\n\n\nHer voice was muffled by the legs around his head, but he curbed his eagerness and kissed along the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs, earning a soft sigh and a brush of her fingers over his cock.\n\n\n“That’s nice... You like it when I sit on your face, don’t you sir?” She took hold of his length and giggled quietly when she felt the hot flesh throb in her hand. “It certainly seems like you do.”\n\n\nThere wasn’t much point in replying with words, so he led a trail of kisses up one leg and down the other, only brushing over her folds. He tasted her skin with little licks and nibbles, gradually working closer to her core. Gently sucking at a place on her inner thigh made her squirm above him, a breathy laugh escaping her.\n\n\n“Ooh, that feels odd… but good, sir.” He felt her warm breath on his cock a moment before her mouth closed over the tip, applying a similar suction as her tongue danced over the head and made him groan. Her hips lowered a few inches, planting her heat above his lips and giving little question as to what she wanted now. He dove into her with a flurry of licks, earning a low moan around his length and tasting the salty-sweet wetness that had begun to coat her folds. Her hand started slowly stroking up and down the shaft as her mouth bathed the head in wet heat, sending a surge of pleasure shooting through him. He slid his arms up to wrap around her thighs, holding her close against him and taking the opportunity to squeeze her ass through her dress.\n\n\n“Sir!” she said, giggling as she pulled away from his cock. “Must you… ah… oh…” She trailed off as his tongue started to run circles around her clit, only stopping so he could occasionally suckle at the hard nub. “Sir… oh, sir, yes…”\n\n\nShe clutched tightly at his knees to hold herself up, letting out soft moans as a familiar knot of tension grew in her belly. The prince knew exactly how to send her flying to the peak - he’d had plenty of practice, after all - and his experienced mouth worked wonders on her womanhood, leaving her short of breath and ready to explode all too soon.\n\n\nHer orgasm was subdued, but no less intense for it. She made a low noise as pleasure radiated from her core to every bit of her body, leaving warm satisfaction in its wake. When she tried to lift her hips to bring her oversensitive folds away from his tongue, he held her legs in place and made her squirm for a few more licks before letting go.\n\n\n“Can’t… Can’t get enough, sir?” she panted, smiling. “Don’t… worry. Just give me a moment.” She returned to stroking him as she caught her breath, finally lowering herself back onto his face and leaning down to envelop his tip with her mouth when she recovered from her climax. \n\n\nThough he was getting a little hot and breathless between her legs, he happily returned to lapping at her wet heat, letting out involuntary groans as her tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock. An aching pressure was building in his shaft under all the attention, but he tried his best to hold back against it, focusing on her pleasure as she moaned around him and ground onto his face. There was only so much he could resist, though, and he was simultaneously glad and frustrated when she pulled away, leaving his length to twitch against his stomach and drool pre.\n\n\n“Yes,” she cried softly, and he could tell by the strain in her voice that she was struggling to stay quiet. “Oh- Oh- yes, sir, please…”\n\n\nHer legs tightened around his head this time, her thighs trembling as she choked back her loudest moans and took gasping breaths instead. He lapped up the surge of hot juices that came with her second orgasm and kept going, uncaring of the fact that her weight was smothering him until the lightheadedness forced him to push her away. He took gulps of air as she moved off his face and flopped alongside him on the bed, panting.\n\n\n“Sorry… sir…” she managed.\n\n\n“It’s alright…” he mumbled. His face was smeared with her wetness and flushed bright red after so much time trapped between her legs. “But, could you…”\n\n\n“O-Of course…” After a few moments, she propped herself over him and took his throbbing cock into her mouth, stroking up and down and bobbing her head in a steady rhythm as he let out a groan. The ache inside his shaft quickly returned, and his hand slipped down to weave in her hair, just following her movements and letting her set the pace. His breathing grew faster as his body tensed, pleasure taking every bit of his attention until he finally grunted out a warning.\n\n\n“I’m- close…”\n\n\nShe hummed in acknowledgement and moved her hand faster, letting him succumb to the hot pressure in his cock. He moaned and clutched at her head as it twitched in her grasp, spurting into her mouth again and again to fill it with bitter liquid heat. She carefully pulled away when he was spent and swallowed the thick fluid with a gulp, a small shiver running through her at the strange but not entirely unpleasant feeling.\n\n\n“Are you relaxed enough, sir?” she murmured, giving him a smile. He lay back with his eyes closed, breathing a little hard, and returned the smile.\n\n\n“Yes… Thank you...”\n\n\n“Thank you, sir. I needed that too.” She wiped his face clean with a handkerchief and tucked him back under the covers, but stayed cuddled against his side for a while, feeling his heart gradually calm. His breathing was slow and even by the time she slipped off the bed to put her panties back on, and she took the liberty of kissing him on the forehead before leaving as quietly as she'd come in, a smile on her lips.\n\n\n---------\n\n\nI almost never write M/F smut, so hopefully this turned out alright. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The succubus was able to secretly cast one last curse before being sealed away again by the party. It may look like a immodest tattoo on her pelvis, but it’s actually a magic sigil that keeps her in a desperately aroused state, while making her unable to cum. She’s too embarrassed to get help. | [
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"content": "Contains: orgasm control/denial, some dominant/submissive.\n\n\n-------\n\n\nOlivia was going insane.\n\n\nIt sounded melodramatic, but it was true. The bard had spent hours and hours at that aching, hellish plateau before orgasm, frantically fucking herself with her fingers and rubbing her clit until it was raw but never arriving the climax that felt inches way. She ended up like a string wound too tight, twanging at the slightest touch and ready to break at any moment. Any time her concentration wavered and she slipped into the steamy fantasies constantly filling her imagination, she found her fingers going down to play with herself, no matter where she was. She’d already had a few close calls while playing her lute in the inn, and the innkeeper's sternly beautiful wife had almost broken her when she was collecting her pay and the woman had called her a 'good girl'. It was meant to be a compliment about her diligence, but Olivia’s lust-addled brain could only take it one way - the way that had her weak in the knees and dripping like a faucet.\n\n\nShe needed to fix this, but it was unthinkable to let anyone know. Her god-fearing companions already chastised her about her ‘promiscuous nature’, and they would laugh themselves sick if they knew about the succubus’s curse. They would say it was a fitting punishment for her ‘wanton behavior’, conveniently ignoring the fact that it was that wanton behavior which had let them distract the succubus for long enough to seal it away. \n\n\nShe couldn’t tell them - or even anyone who knew her - but she couldn’t go on like this. A bit of casual questioning gave her the location of an artificer within the city, so she grabbed her gold and set out. It could end up being very pricey - especially if she wanted them to stay quiet - but artificers specialized in understanding the fundamentals of magic, which made them excellent curse-breakers. She hurried through the streets with her hood up and her head down, trying to focus on the directions she’d been given instead of the constant throbbing ache between her legs.\n\n\nThe little shop was tucked in an alley near the hue and cry of the marketplace. A bell jangled as she pushed into a cramped, dimly-lit room full of shelves and not enough windows. Bits and pieces of just about anything she could think of were piled around the place with no discernable organization, and the only thing that said ‘artificer’ instead of ‘hoarder’ was the tall, dark-skinned woman wearing smoked glasses and a heavy apron as she bent over a table, using a wand with a glowing tip to weld bits of copper onto an amulet. The artificer held up a hand without looking towards the doorway, murmuring, “This is delicate. Please avert your eyes and wait a moment.”\n \n\nOlivia obeyed, doing her best to compose herself. She couldn’t do anything about the fact that her face was flushed and her underwear was already completely soaked, but she caught her breath and tried to bring a friendly smile to her face when the artificer finally called her over.\n\n\n“What can I help you with, miss…?”\n\n\n“Olivia,” she said brightly. \n\n\n“I’m Aldrea,” the artificer said, bowing her head and pulling off her glasses to reveal shockingly pale blue eyes. “So, Miss Olivia, what do you need from me?”\n\n\n“I, um, have a, um, curse, of sorts.”\n\n\n“Hmm.” Aldrea looked her up and down, and it seemed like her gaze went right through Olivia’s clothes to the pink tattoo on her pelvis. Olivia turned an even brighter shade of red as the artificer stared at her crotch, rubbing her chin.\n\n\n“Yes, I can sense it,” Aldrea said finally. “Some sort of sex magic, isn’t it?” She glanced up to meet Olivia’s eyes and looked a little taken back by the bard’s embarrassment. “Oh. Er. Sorry. I’m guessing you want me to break it?”\n\n\n“Yes please,” Olivia blurted, trembling with a mix of mortification and lust. “And, um, please, please don’t tell anyone about it. Or that I came to you.”\n\n\n“Of course. I always keep clients confidential.” She chewed her lip for a moment. “I’ll need to examine it - and you. Come with me.”\n\n\nOlivia followed her through the maze of crowded shelves to a small back room that was lit by a glowing glass orb hanging from the ceiling. There was a large, sturdy-looking table, in contrast with the rest of the shop in that it was completely clean, as well as a wood stove, armchair, and closed door to another room. Aldrea hung up her apron on a hook, revealing a plain long-sleeved shirt and cloth trousers as she turned around.\n\n\n“Take off your clothes and lay on the table. I need to get a few tools.”\n\n\nOlivia’s cheeks burned as the artificer stepped out. The idea of getting naked wasn’t embarrassing; it was more the fact that shameful excitement was flooding her body at the thought of Aldrea examining her. When she was this horny, even the table looked attractive, but something about the artificer’s unique eyes and lean body pushed all of her buttons. Maybe this examination would be a little less than professional… and maybe Aldrea could help her out once the curse was broken...\n\n\nShe realized her hand was drifting towards her crotch and snapped out of the daze. Stripping quickly out of her clothes, she tried to wipe off the worst of the wetness soaking her thighs and lay on the table, gripping the edges to keep from touching herself. Aldrea came back in after a minute, carrying a pair of heavy leather gloves with odd metallic stitching and wearing strange orange goggles on her forehead. She pulled on the gloves and came to stand next to the table, asking, “Do you know what the curse does?\n\n\n“It, um, makes me… really turned on... but I can’t, um… orgasm…” Olivia mumbled, incredibly aware of the fact that she was drooling arousal onto the table in front of Aldrea.\n\n\n“Mm. Do you know what cast it on you?”\n\n\n“A- A succubus.”\n\n\nAldrea’s eyebrows went up. “Huh. That helps. Let me take a closer look and see if I can’t figure out exactly how it works.”\n\n\n“Alright…”\n\n\nThe artificer leaned in, clinical curiosity the only thing evident in her expression as she looked over the bard’s naked body. Olivia shivered uncontrollably under the dispassionate stare, somehow even more turned on by it. Aldrea pulled the goggles down and leaned in to examine the vaguely heart-shaped tattoo, exhaling warm breath over Olivia’s soaked folds.\n\n\n“Hmm…” Aldrea hummed, gently rubbing the skin under the pink sigil. The artificer reached up to adjust the bard’s heavy breasts and gave her nipples a pinch, making Olivia gasp and go rigid. “Mm. Roll over, please.”\n\n\nOlivia did so quickly, and her breath caught in her throat when she felt Aldrea’s hands part her curvy butt. She almost yelped when a finger traced between her cheeks and over her asshole, but she held back the noise and desperately hoped the artificer knew what she was doing."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Meeting my freshmen college roommate was nerve racking, turns out she is great. Super fun and cute... She has a secret though, and its between her legs... | [
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"content": " When I met Melissa I at first assumed there was some sort of mistake, or misunderstanding. I had expected my roommate applicants to be fat gamer dudes who wanted to sit on my sofa and eat Doritos and chug Mountain Dew. I was resigned to just picking out the one who smelled the least awful. But instead, the one and only reply to my ad was Melissa.\n\nShe was smoking hot. I mean, crazy hot. I just, well, I can’t accurately describe how god damn hot she was, and still is, of course. I was stuttering a bit when I first spoke to her. Kept asking her if she was sure she was in the right place. But, she actually did want to rent the 2nd bedroom in my apartment.\n\nI let her in and offered her a seat on the sofa. I tried my best not to stare, but I imagine I was still staring. She had to be 6 feet tall, just a few inches taller than me. She had perfectly toned arms, not too muscular, but rather just absolutely stunning muscle definition. Her long crazy sexy legs were toned in much the same way. Her breasts were modest but damn they had the perfect perky look about them. Long brown hair, and the icing on the cake: gray eyes. Holy shit I found it hard to look her right in those eyes when I talked to her.\n\nThe interview with her was sort of a blur. I was too high on adrenaline to concentrate. I think I said “uh-huh” over a hundred times. But by some fluke she actually signed up to rent my apartment. I was going to have a woman who was a 10.5 out of 10 living in my apartment.\n\nShe moved in and I eventually learned how to be within 20 feet of her without having an erection straining in my shorts. We got along well, and she was a nearly perfect roommate. Never stole my food, never left a mess, and if she made dinner she usually made a bit extra for me. She spent a lot of her time either in her room studying or watching HGTV. I don’t know why she likes watching people struggle to pick the right beach home, but she was into it anyway.\n\nHer taste in TV wasn’t the only oddity about her I noticed over those first few weeks. She never had anyone over and never really went out. Now, a woman like that has to cross campus in an armored personnel carrier with steel spikes all over it if she doesn’t want to be hit on by 25 guys and 5 girls along the way. Even then a determined guy would still try to climb onto the hood to ask her for her number. How she managed to not have a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or even regular friends was odd as hell.\n\nMy social life wasn’t exactly on fire either, but at least I had a couple Tinder matches over from time to time and my idiot friend from back home came up for a weekend. Melissa never seemed to hang out with anyone.\n\nThe other oddity was her room has a certain musky smell. I mean I grew up the youngest of 4 brothers, so I have no frickin clue what a woman’s room is SUPPOSED to smell like, but something about hers just seemed off.\n\nAfter she had been living with me for a couple months I actually asked her why she never went out more, and why she never really dated. She dodged the question mostly, and all I could get from her was “I just want to focus on my classes, I’m not really into socializing right now.”\n\nIf I was up late at night, I sometimes heard her masturbating, so I don’t think she was asexual. It wasn’t very often, but a few times I have heard muffled buzzing through the wall that sounds like a vibrator. I have even caught a few feminine moans of pleasure escaping her. Very quiet, but the wall between our rooms was thin enough to give her away.\n\nAfter midterms both Melissa and I were feeling in the mood to celebrate, and I even convinced her to go with me to a local bar called “Silver Ridge”. It wasn’t a date, but rather two friends celebrating not flunking out of college just yet.\n\nThe bar was packed with other students doing similar celebrating. And even though I was standing right next to Melissa, guys still came up and hit on her, especially after we hit the dance floor. Guys would sidle up right along where we were and just sort of start thrusting at her. It was obnoxious, and I was beginning to understand why Melissa just stayed at home most of the time. After a couple hours we had enough and we grabbed a case of Coors Light from the nearby liquor store and went back to our place.\n\nLater in the evening Melissa was finally opening up and really letting her hair down. It was so refreshing to see her relaxed and having a good time. She told me a story about a time her uncle had cut a tree down and it landed on his car, and after we had finished laughing she looked right at me and said “You know I like you, right?”\n\nI just got a puzzled look. “What do you mean, like?”\n\nShe blushed and told me “You know, I like you. As in I think I’m attracted to you.”\n\nI actually fell off the sofa. After getting back up and recomposing myself I asked her “Excuse me?”\n\nMelissa just gave me the warmest smile. “I think you’re a sweet guy. And you’re pretty cute, so, I guess I just want you to know I like you.”\n\nI was probably motivated by alcohol, but in any case I somehow worked up the courage to go to her for a kiss. And to my utter shock, she kissed me back. But after only a few moments she pushed me away and said “Uh, I…I didn’t mean to do that.”\n\n“What’s wrong?”\n\nMelissa just bit her lower lip. “Look, I like you, but, I just don’t think we should start anything right now. I’m not looking to get into a relationship. I’m sorry. I was just drunk and it just slipped out.”\n\n“Melissa, if you like me and I like you then…why wouldn’t we want to at least see where things go?”\n\nShe shook her head. “No, it’s better if we just keep things how they are. It will get awkward living here if we do anything else.”\n\nI just threw up my hands in frustration. “Melissa, what the hell is going on with you? I just don’t get why you act like this. Can you just tell me what the issue is?”\n\n“No.”\n\n“Why not?”\n\nShe just said she didn’t want to talk about it and went to her room.\n\nThe next week things were awkward in our place. We hardly spoke. She avoided me and I just sort of avoided her.\n\nFinally, the following weekend at dinner she told me “Hey, just so you know I’m sorry about last weekend. I shouldn’t have said anything. I was drunk and it just happened. I just want us to get along again.”\n\n“Melissa, it’s ok. But I just have to know what the issue is. If you like me, why won’t you give me a chance?”\n\nShe looked right at me and said “Because I’m a freak, ok? Are you happy now that you know? I’m a god damn freak and every time I get close to a guy it ends horribly and I’m left ashamed and depressed, and alone. So I’ve decided to just skip all the emotional trauma stuff and accept being alone.”\n\n“Um, I don’t think you’re actually a freak Melissa. I mean if you have like, a penis or something, I can like, deal with that. I’m not some transphobic bigot or anything.”\n\nMelissa just rolled her eyes. “I wish I just had a dick. At least that would be fucking normal.”\n\nNow I was curious. “So, do you have like a tentacle thing going on down there or something? Because I’d still be cool with it if you did.”\n\nMelissa just gave me an angry glare. “That’s not funny. My condition is not a joke.”\n\n“Well excuse me if I can’t be sensitive about a condition you haven’t even told me about.”\n\nShe let out a long frustrated sigh, then told me “My ovaries and a few other of my female organs didn’t develop quite right. I don’t have any eggs and instead I….I produce semen. Male semen. A LOT of male semen.”\n\nI was quiet for a bit as I processed what she had just told me. “So you mean you have like, cum, coming out of you?”\n\nShe nodded. “Yup. It’s constantly leaking out, it gets even worse when I’m turned on, and when I orgasm the stuff sprays out of me like a faucet. I mean, fuck my life right? Every guy wants a girl who’s constantly creampied and shoots bigger loads than they do.”\n\nI went over to her and gave her a hug. I told her it was ok, I didn’t think she was a freak. We ended up talking for quite a bit about things. She told me about her past experiences and suddenly her solo lifestyle made a lot more sense. Some of her past boyfriends were just plain assholes. I understood why she didn’t want to put herself out there again.\n\nI told her I accepted her as she was, and she leaned in to give me a huge kiss. We made out on the couch for a bit, then headed to her bedroom. The smell in her room suddenly made a lot more sense.\n\nShe undressed for me, and as she peeled back her panties, sure enough they were soaked in semen. I could see even more semen leaking from her vaginal opening.\n\nShe leaned back on the bed and spread her legs, revealing a pussy that very much looked like one that had already been fucked by several men. I just focused on her though, and making sure she felt accepted. She responded wonderfully to my foreplay, and before long she was practically dragging me on top of her to fuck her.\n\nThe sex was, odd. I could definitely tell something was off about fucking a vagina that was already stuffed full of cum. But it still felt great, and well, I don’t like to brag but I felt I did a very good job.\n\nWhen Melissa came, she absolutely soaked me in her cum. I was a bit startled by the volume, and I got a good understanding why her past boyfriends were left rattled by her ….uniqueness.\n\nWe dated and eventually got married. She is an amazing and unique woman in nearly every way. I love her.\n\nShe obviously was not able to have kids given her condition and lack of eggs, but we were able to find a surrogate to carry a baby for us. We were both checked for fertility and I actually found out I had low sperm count. My wife however, was one of the most fertile “males” the clinic had ever seen. She had no problem fathering a baby with the surrogate via IVF.\n\nWe are a complete family now, and I couldn’t be happier."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thousands of years from now, a couple does an erotic roleplay of ancient capitalism | [
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"content": "\"Enter, Worker.\" Boss sat high on a golden throne, the name 'Rockefeller' emblazoned above it in gaudy multicolored gemstones. Her legs were crossed, bearing a view of the bottom of her black leather knee-high boots. In her long satin gloves she held a lit cigarette in one hand and a glass of dark red wine in the other. A top hat was cocked forward ever so slightly enough to cover her eyes. A massive pearl necklace adorned open V her ballgown left uncovered. She played the part of a capitalist well.\n\nWorker entered the chamber slowly. His denim overalls were dirty and worn, nowhere near as ornate - or comfortable for that matter - as Boss's clothing, but that was his role. His steel-toed shoes were nearly worn through, and he silently wondered how people so long ago had been able to justify such a blatant discrepancy for so long. \"Thank you kindly for your audience, Boss. The boys in the shop have been talking and-\"\n\n\"We?\" snapped Boss. \"There will be no talk of 'we' in here. Spare me your communist propaganda. First it's 'we', then it's 'the union' and before you know it it's 'my comrades'. This is a capitalist society young man, everyone for themselves. You haven't come to ask for a handout have you?\"\n\n\"Not a handout, sir. I just wanted to let you know that the other workers were planning to go on strike tomorrow. Thought it would be good for the company to find some replacements so we don't have to shut down production.\"\n\n\"Oh this is horrible news. I'll have to fire the whole lot of them. Worker, I want you to go to the unemployment office early tomorrow and find me a new set of scab...I mean tradesmen before the shift starts. You're doing this company, this country, and most importantly me a great service.\"\n\n\"Thank you, Boss. Do I get a reward for my service?\" Worker said in anticipation.\n\n\"A reward? Oh no, you're a class traitor. Traitors deserve to be punished. Get on your knees, Worker.\"\n\n\"But I thought I would benefit more from bargaining individually than collectively! I'm starting to think you don't have my best interests in-\" Worker's sentence was cut off as Boss stood up and tilted her top hat back. It was time for the real fun to begin.\n\n\"I said get on your knees, prole. You serve one master, and that master is capital. When I say 'work', you say 'how long'. Now you've made me stand up and my boots are dirty. They aren't going to clean themselves, are they? What's your job description, Worker?\"\n\n\"Bootlicker,\" Worker mumbled. \n\n\"Louder. I want to make sure you know your place.\"\n\n\"I'm a bootlicker, sir. I make sure that the foot at my neck is clean at the cost of my own dignity.\" Worker dropped to his knees and began to kiss Boss's leather boots, his tongue leaving a wet shiny trail that glistened in the soft glow of the replica incandescent light bulbs. His mouth made its way higher up Boss's thigh before he was met with a soft satin glove gently pressing back against his forehead. He stopped as he looked up to see Boss had set down the cigarette and wine, instead producing a pair of handcuffs. He presented his wrists without resistance. \n\n\"Very good, Worker. I see you have learned to accept your chains. Maybe one day you'll learn that organizing is the only way to be free, but until then I'm going to enjoy using you like an animal.\" Boss's words sent a chill down Worker's neck. It was a different kind of domination than he'd grown used to. It was more than physical; it was emotional and spiritual - and he loved it.\n\nBoss attached Worker's chains to a fixture on the wall and unfastened the buckles of his overalls, letting them fall to the floor. Naked and vulnerable, Worker was ready to accept whatever punishment Boss saw fit. \"Let's start with a little tease, shall we.\" Boss lifted the straps of her dress to each side. Slowly, she pulled the evening gown revealing her round, perky breasts, then her curving hips and bare mound until all she wore were her boots and jewels, a constant reminder of her status. She pressed herself against Worker, rubbing all over him and making sure he could feel every curve of her body. \"If only you could reach out and touch me, but your chains only hold you back,\" she cooed tauntingly.\n\nBoss's foreplay had begun to arouse Worker, and his dick jumped to attention. It didn't take Boss long to notice, but she refused to acknowledge it, instead turning Worker so he faced the wall, his growing member out of Boss's view. A few seconds later, Worker felt a cool liquid running down his backside as Boss explained \"I call this middle management. It's necessary to, shall we say, grease the wheels.\" The slick oil ran down Worker's glutes as Boss massaged it in deeper. \"Sometimes, in order to keep the operation running smoothly, you gotta kiss a little ass.\" She squeezed Worker's checks and plunged her tongue between them as she traced circles around his well-lubricated hole.\n\nWorker moaned loudly from the sensations, his legs tightening and his wrists pulling hard against his bindings. He begged for more as Boss continued to spread the lube around, eventually inserting a finger deep into him. Just when it felt like he might come, Boss withdrew, the sound of her heels clacking back towards her throne. \"No, please, come back. I'll do anything! Just please let me come.\"\n\n\"Oh I'm not done, my pet. You haven't been properly fucked yet.\" Her heels signaled approached again as Worker recognized the familiar scent of silicon. He turned to his right and was met by a long pink dildo with the words Wage Slavery set like thick veins in its side. Worker panted with excitement, bending over as far as he could muster as Boss affixed it to her harness and guided it into Worker's waiting orifice. He gasped for breath as Boss picked up speed, slamming her girth hard into him. Within moments, Worker groaned and plastered himself with his means of reproduction as Boss withdrew from him. She turned him to once again face her as she licked the load from his limp body, consuming his excess production."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The note read " Hi honey, i borrowed your dick. Don't worry im just gonna use it as a desk toy you know one of those things you play with absent mindedly. Should be fun for you<3 just try not to cum all over my work. love ya. Thx" | [
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"content": "\"I'm just not so sure about this,\" said Josh into the phone.\n\n\"Oh, stop worrying so much,\" answered Stacy on the other end. \"You're practically an expert at edging. I'm sure you'll do fine. I'm only doing it this one time, you know.\"\n\nJosh sighed, \"I'm just afraid I'll end up exploding all over your desk.\"\n\n\"Sweetie,\" said Stacy. \"Have I ever made you do anything that you couldn't handle?\"\n\n\"I guess not,\" said Josh.\n\n\"Then why worry this time?\" asked Stacy. \"Just use your usual methods of staying on the edge, and everything will be fine.\"\n\n\"But a desk toy?\" asked Josh. \"What makes you think it would work well as a desk toy?\"\n\n\"I just thought it was a good way for us to still have fun while we're doing our own separate things for the day,\" answered Stacy. Josh felt her tongue, three miles away from him, briefly lick the tip of his cock. \"Oh, you just got a little bit harder,\" she said with glee. \"See how fun this is?\"\n\n\"Alright, alright,\" said Josh. \"Just don't do anything *too* crazy with it. I need to go about my day as well, you know.\"\n\n\"Understood,\" said Stacy. \"You can come visit me at work around 5:00 in the evening and take it back from me if you like. That should be a long enough time for both of us.\"\n\n\"Alright,\" said Josh, and hung up. Immediately he felt her tongue briefly lick him again. Why did he of all people have to be the one person in the world with a removable cock and balls?\n\nThings didn't get any better as he felt his cock being squeezed again and again. Stacy was obviously using it as a stress ball while she worked, and it was making his cock harder and harder. He knew he would just have to ignore it as much as possible.\n\nIt was during his job at the fast food joint that he felt his cock being set down on a flat, solid surface, most likely Stacy's desk, and he thought he would finally get some relief. But after a few minutes he felt her finger slowly running up and down the shaft, very lightly, making it tickle a bit. It was hard for him to stay serious while talking to his buddies next to the fryer. It didn't help that, every once in awhile, Stacy's finger would go up a little further than usual to lightly tickle the sensitive head, and sometimes would even rub the sensitive spot on the underside. By now, he was already on the edge, but he knew he had to resist cumming because he didn't want to cum on her desk.\n\nDuring the following hours, Josh felt his cock being played with in multiple ways. The most common ways were being used like a stress ball and being lightly tickled, but once in awhile Stacy would change it up and do something different. At one point she was tickling and squeezing his balls instead of his shaft, and at another point she was holding his cock and shaking it.\n\nBy the time lunch break came around, he could barely hold on anymore. He sat down to eat his chicken nuggets, still trying to ignore the sensations, when he suddenly felt Stacy's lips kissing it, and then sucking on it. This was getting to be too much. He felt her tongue swirling around the head, and decided to take a bathroom break. Once in the restroom, he pulled out his phone and called her again. \"What the fuck are you doing? I'm on my break right now!\" he shouted.\n\n\"Oh yes,\" said Stacy. \"I'm having my break right now too.\"\n\n\"Listen,\" he said. \"This is really getting to be too much. Since I'm in your mouth right now anyway, can I just cum right now and get it over with?\"\n\n\"No, baby,\" answered Stacy. \"I don't want you to cum until you get your cock back from me later today, even if there isn't going to be a mess on my desk if you do it now.\"\n\nJosh felt the tip of his cock rubbing against Stacy's wet pussy. \"Please don't do what I think you're about to do,\" he begged.\n\n\"Why not?\" asked Stacy. \"You *did* want to have fun, didn't you?\" With those words, Josh felt his cock shoved deep into the tight pussy, and heard Stacy moan loudly over the phone. \"See you later, baby,\" she said through her moans. \"Don't cum.\" She hung up.\n\nJosh sat in the restroom, feeling his cock being used as a dildo as he tried desperately to hold back his orgasm. Stacy's pussy was amazing, and he couldn't help but moan as he felt the wet tightness around his cock. For nearly ten minutes he sat there until he felt Stacy's orgasm as it thundered through her and erupted all over his cock, and still he held back his own orgasm. He felt the cock being pulled from her pussy and placed back on the desk, as her finger went back to lightly tickling it. Josh exited the restroom and sat back down to finish his lunch. Only a few more hours and he'd be able to get his cock back.\n\nAt 5:00, he finally arrived at the place where Stacy worked, feeling even more pleasure in his cock now. He entered the building just in time to see Stacy exit from the restroom.\n\n\"Um,\" he said to her. \"I've come to get the thing I loaned you this morning.\"\n\n\"Oh yes,\" she answered. \"It's in my desk drawer. Come with me and we'll go get it.\"\n\nWhen they entered her office, Stacy opened the desk drawer, but Josh's cock was not there. It was gone.\n\n\"Oh no,\" said Stacy. \"I should have known better than to leave it in sitting in here while I took a bathroom break.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" asked Josh.\n\nStacy's eyes showed a look of panic. \"This group of coworkers. They're always sneaking into my office and stealing things from me. They must have done that while I was in the restroom. And, judging from how they're always talking about sex all the time, this probably isn't going to be good.\"\n\nJosh suddenly felt another tongue licking his cock. \"Yes,\" he answered. \"We've got to get it back from them somehow.\"\n\nSneaking around a few corners, Josh and Stacy snuck a peak into the room. Four sexy women were sitting close together and staring at Josh's cock, which one of them was holding.\n\n\"I can't believe how amazing this dildo is,\" said one of them.\n\n\"Yeah,\" said another. \"It looks and feels so real.\"\n\n\"I wonder what kinds of electrical components and robotics they put into this thing,\" said the third woman.\n\n\"*I* wonder just where Stacy bought it from,\" said the fourth.\n\n\"Maybe it's a prototype that isn't available for retail yet,\" said the first.\n\n\"Wherever it came from, I want to test it out,\" said the second woman, who snatched it and began sucking on it.\n\n\"Mmmm,\" said the third woman, watching the second woman blow the cock. \"It gets hard and everything.\"\n\n\"Let's all lick it together,\" said the fourth woman. \"That way we can all enjoy it at once.\"\n\nImmediately, all four women leaned towards it, and Josh felt the intense pleasure of four tongues licking his cock as he watched in horror. One of them licked the head, one of them licked the shaft, one of them licked the balls, and one of them licked the sensitive underside. It was more than he could bear. He was able to edge with Stacy under control, but Stacy knew what his limits were. These girls didn't. These girls also didn't even know they were licking a real cock.\n\n\"Stacy,\" said Josh. \"We've got to stop them.\"\n\n\"I've tried taking my things back from them before,\" said Stacy. \"They won't let me.\"\n\n\"But I'm about to cum,\" said Josh. \"I can't hold on anymore. Not after edging anymore, and certainly not with four girls licking my cock.\"\n\nHe gasped harder, trying desperately to hold back. But it proved useless. The girls' tongues were giving him too much pleasure. His cock exploded. Burst after burst of cum shot out of the head and onto the faces of the four girls. The startled girls dropped the cock onto the floor where it continued cumming for a few more seconds. Then came the screams of horror.\n\n\"This isn't a highly advanced dildo,\" screamed one of the girls. \"It's a *possessed* dildo!\"\n\nThe girls ran from the room, screaming loudly, and didn't even notice Josh and Stacy giggling next to the door. As the girls vanished around the corner, Josh entered the room and picked his cock up off the floor.\n\n\"You gotta admit,\" he said to Stacy. \"That was pretty funny.\"\n\nThe two of them kissed, while Josh reattached his cock. \"You know,\" he said. \"I wouldn't mind doing this again sometime. That is if you agree not to leave my cock where those girls can get it again.\"\n\n\"Oh, don't worry about that,\" said Stacy. \"I don't think those girls will be robbing me again anytime soon.\"\n\nThe two of them laughed as they kissed again. It had been an eventful day indeed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The last dragon on Earth finds out that his cum can turn people into dragons. He takes this to his advantage. | [
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"content": "Ramis was lonely. He hadn’t spoken to anyone for hundreds of years, not since his race was almost hunted to extinction. He wanted nothing more than to see his parents, and Nara, his mate. Well, she *would* have been his mate. He had seen her struck down by the Knights of Ralys, holy knights of the human race who deemed themselves the protectors of humankind. \n\nRamis wasn’t very fond of them, to say the least. \n\nHe had spent the last 430 years alone, training himself, eating as much as he could hunt, and plotting his revenge. When the Knights had come to end the war with one final battle, he had only been a dragonet. Barely 5 meters long, he hadn’t been able to breathe fire, summon massive gales of wind, or generally do anything an adult dragon could do. \n\nHe and Nara, the only two dragonets in their kingdom, had been hiding in the nursery when the explosions started. He had peered out the edge of the nursery, warning Nara to stay back. He saw an unfathomable number of human mages lining the cliff face that looked over his home. They were all chanting spells, their arms outstretched, trembling from the effort of their magic. The magic that was destroying his home. Fireball after fireball crashed into the city, demolishing buildings and dragons alike. All Ramis could do was look on in shocked silence. \n\nSuddenly, there had been movement from behind him. Nara leaped out of the nursery, screaming bloody murder at the mages and tears of rage and grief rolling down her orange and red scales. Before Ramis could even reacts, one of the mages looked at her and summoned a 5 meter long spear that thrust towards Nara at astonishing speed. It was all Ramis could do to watch it pierce her flesh and watch her fall to the ground, shaking. The mage who had smote Nara turned her cold blue eyes towards Ramis and held out her hand. But there was a thundering crash behind the human formation as the reinforcements arrived and started tearing into the human army. She quickly turned around and focused her attention on what was happening. \n\nAnd Ramis ran. He ran and ran until his legs gave out, and he couldn’t breathe. He slumped to the forest floor, utterly exhausted. His people were dead, wiped from the face of the earth.\n\nAnd he had been too much of a coward to die with them. \n\nRamis shook his head to clear his thoughts. Dwelling on the past was of no use anymore. He would get revenge for his race. In fact, he had found a way to bring them back. \n\nHe had returned to his kingdom 20 years after the war had ended. He had scoured the ruined library to find something, anything that would help him do something. And, he hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he had hoped to find survivors. Of course, there was no one left. But he did find some very interesting information. \n\nThere was a way to create more dragons. It was slightly crude, but Ramis didn’t care. \n\nAnd he was horny."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sarah takes a college-level advanced human sexuality class. Based on a first-day's questionnaire, she is randomly assigned to explore being on the receiving end of a glory hole, blowing and swallowing a dozen men. Provide her verbal class presentation about her experience. | [
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"content": "“The key to giving quality fellatio,” Sarah began, “is giving a unique treatment to every man you service. There are several relevant factors in determining how best to pleasure a guy: the size of his phallus, his personal hygiene, his personal tastes, your skill level, and your experience level. You don’t want to make the mistake of deepthroating the first guy you ever fool around with. You also want to take things slower with larger specimens—things can get unpleasant if you take one deeper than you can accommodate. \n\n“A common misconception is that smaller phalluses are less enjoyable to suck. I, personally, disagree. They’re much easier to take all the way down, and it is *very* satisfying to reach the base. This brings us to my first slide.”\n\n*The screen showed a grinning Sarah in front of a shorter-than-average dick. She was looking at the camera and flashing a thumbs up.*\n\n“This was the third customer I bl—fellated. Next we see how far I was able to take it.”\n\n*The next slide was a poorly framed shot of Sarah with a cock entirely in her mouth. Its outline was visible through her cheek.*\n\n“Sorry for the photo quality—I’m not the best at multitasking. One warning about going straight for the deepthroat: men orgasm pretty quickly if you pleasure them that intensely. Generally, less build-up means less ejaculate, so you want to work your way up from some lighter stuff. If you like bigger lo—climaxes, I mean. Which obviously varies from person to person. Guy #3 orgasmed quite quickly; on the plus side, he tipped very well.\n\n“Larger co—phalluses, I mean—require a special touch. Take a look at Guy #6.”\n\n*A photo of Sarah holding a larger cock appeared onscreen.*\n\n“So I definitely started off slower with this dick. Let me show you.\n\n*Sarah flips through a sequence of slides. The first shows her kissing his tip. Next she has taken his head into her mouth. The next few show her jerking him off. Some show her taking the cock about halfway down.*\n\n“Sorry, I took a few more of these than I remembered…”\n\n*She stopped on another thumbs-picture; her mascara had begun to run, and the guy’s head was glistening.*\n\n“Now, if you’re getting a bit too hot or feeling frisky, you can take off some clothing.”\n\n*Sarah was topless in the next picture.* Sarah paused for a reaction to her perky tits, but her audience continued to quietly take notes.\n\n“And it’s also great if you don’t like swallowing and love getting cum on your tits. I mean, ejaculate on your tits. Cum on your boobs.” No one was laughing, but somehow that was worse. “Ejaculate on your chest. Do I have that picture?” Her clicker didn’t seem to be working. “A bit of a technical hiccup, sorry. Will this affect my grade?” The professor definitely responded, but Sarah did not hear his answer. “Okay, maybe I can salvage things with a live demonstration. Are there any volunteers?”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As the newly-appointed Royal Mage, it's your duty to protect the king and his family from magic and curses. The prince(ss) comes to you with a rather intimate curse that's too embarrassing to get anyone else's help with. | [
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"content": "[Content Warning/spoilers: futa/tg. Also a tiny bit of minor mind and body alteration.]\n\n“Oh dear, oh dear, you’ve grown a cock, a penis, a dick. You do know what those are, right?”\n\nI was amazed. I had heard the royal family was somewhat susceptible to spontaneous genital development, but this... this was unexpected. I looked at the princesses’s cute little 4 inch cock sitting underneath her little tuft of golden pubic hair. I gently caressed it with my fingers, careful not to cut her with my long nails.\n\n“It’s been growing like this for 4 days! I... I started having trouble hiding it, so I could only come to you! You’re the only one I could trust!” the Princess begged. \n\nIndeed. I was the royal mage and healer for the last... 10 days? 11? I had done a lot of freelance work for the Royal Family, but now I was officially appointed. I had spent most of my time fixing up makeup and beautifying the queen and princess, a task not all that dissimilar from... this. Now she was a sprightly 20 years old, due for a new set of suitors who’d no doubt want to look at her. She really did take after he mother, with soft cheeks and blue eyes, and that luscious golden hair. Anyone could have such golden hair if they had my special hair tonic, and the dear princess had used it, just like her mother.\n\nHer mother also grew a lovely 8 inch cock, with skin as smooth as her face and a burning heat like a freshly cooked sausage. I had been there to cure that too, under the watchful gaze of the King. Of course, despite all my suggestions, the King insisted on having it removed right in front of him. No funny business. I promised that I planned on doing just as he said, a completely true statement. If he wasn’t there though, I would have done so much with the queen. I had wanted her inside of me. An older woman, and a cute little witch... Mmm yes. That would be lovely. \n\nAnd now this was my next opportunity to have a little bit of fun. “I’m afraid this is a terribly rare disease, and you should really think before removing it.”\n\nThe princess shuddered, her cock wobbling in my hands. “Do you mean... it’s dangerous to remove this *thing*?” \n\nMy dark hair waved as I shook my head. “Absolutely not! I could remove it painlessly with my magic! I’m just saying, you’d probably want to at least try it out, first.”\n\nBefore she could respond, I was down on my knees, below her raised skirt. I gave her cock a gentle lick, making it stiffen straight out before I engulfed it in my mouth.\n\n“Oh! This feels so good! I don’t think we should be doing this! This is better than anything I’ve ever felt while touching my pussy! Ooh!” \n\nHer body shook and shuddered, and I felt her ejaculate coating my mouth. It even tasted fancy. Not a hint of oiliness, but rather smooth, with oaken undertones and an edge of honey, with a delightful cherry finish. It also tasted a lot like cum, but it’s the special flavors that really matter.\n\n“Hmm, you also seem to have a premature ejaculation issue, and you’re about to have a trouble keeping your Libido down. I’ll be able to fix both your cock and your sexual stamina, don’t worry.” \n\nThe princess looked relieved for a second as I changed and drew special symbols using an imperceptible ink. “Oh thank you, that’s just what I wanted. My father made a good decision appointing you... wait, what did you say?”\n\nI finished my scrawling with a neat completed circle around her cock, causing it to shrink down until it was nothing more than a clit again. “Oh, I just made you a super-grower. You’ll be able to hide it quite quietly, not to mention effectively. That’s if you don’t get aroused. I’ve bumped up your neediness, so now that every time you see a cute boy, you’ll want to fuck the up the butt.” \n\nThe princess gasped again. “You mean... you cursed me?!”\n\n“Oh, think of it more as a blessing. I know for a fact that a couple of those suitors have the greatest bubble butts. They’ll all want to invite you to some private chambers to seduce you, to fuck you, all against the King’s orders of course, but that’s why it’s perfect. They can’t say anything to him if you fuck them.”\n\nThe thought of all those princely bodies must have got her going. Could I have just magicked her dick away? Sure, but that wouldn’t be as much fun. I had already \"cursed\" the Queen to cum from oral, and the King had never been happier. Not to mention half the castle staff and all of the maids, and I was just beginning to look for another distraction before I swooped out. \n\nPlus, her now 5 inch cock seemed to agree with me.\n\n“The King always wanted his firstborn to be a son, right? Think of this as a compromise.”"
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