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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sophie has had problems finding a relationship that works long term. It doesn’t help that her Mom has stolen every boyfriend she’s had... | [
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"content": "Sophie sat in her room horny and upset again as she heard another boyfriend kiss her mother and attempt to leave discreetly. She waited a moment, and approached her mother.\n\n\"We need to talk\" Sophie says, sternly\n\n\"What is it, hun?\" Her mom, Susan, says looking a bit disheveled, but trying to keep appearances.\n\n\"Why do you keep fucking my boyfriends?\" She asks.\n\n\"Well, I uh..\" Susan stammers\n\n\"I know it's you.. and I just heard Andrew leave.\" Sophie says.\n\n\"I don't know, hun.. I just.. really like younger guys, and you bring home such cute ones with all that stamina..\" Susan says getting lost in the thought, and biting her lip.\n\n\"STOP IT!\" Sophie says. \"I have needs too, and because of you, I can't keep a boyfriend!\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, hun.. how about we work something out, hm?\" Susan says as one of Sophie's exes texts her, and the cellphone dings showing the name John on the screen.\n\n\"Really?!\" Sophie says. \"You're a piece of work!\" She says storming off.\n\nSusan sits there, dejected and ignores the text. *What can I do to fix this?* she thinks to herself. *Maybe Sophie and I can share?* \n\nSusan catches up with Sophie in her room, and sits down beside her.\n\n\"Look hun, I'm sorry... but I want us both to get what we want, so I have an idea.\" Susan says.\n\n\"I'm waiting...\" Sophie says.\n\nSusan goes on..\"ok, I deserved that... but I was thinking we could help eachother find a man. I mean, we both clearly have the same taste... but I'll stay away from your dates, I swear.\" The doorbell rings, and Susan's phone goes off again with a text from John reading.. 'I'm ready for you...' and a picture of his bulge. \"Oh.. uh.. we can chat about this later!\" she says hurrying out.\n\nSophie slams the door, and takes out one of her dildos and a laptop. She puts in headphones to drown out the sound of her mother being fucked for the second time today by a different guy. The moaning sounds turn into muted thuds as Sophie takes off her panties that are now soaked in the crotch. *Guh, I need to relax* she thinks to herself as she finds some porn.\n\nShe places the dildo under her as she strips, and runs her hands over her body. She rides it hard as it slides in effortlessly. She cums hard, and lies down naked on her bed quivering with pleasure. \n\nThe next day, Sophie sees her mother and says \"I thought about it.. and we can help eachother.. but I get the house. Alone.\"\n\nSusan replies a bit shocked \"YOU get the house? How could...\" as she meets Sophie's completely serious stare. \"Fine.\"\n\n\"And don't you dare steal another man from me.\" Sophie says.\n\n\"Promise.\" Susan says.\n\nSophie reluctantly accepts, and takes out her phone starting up Tinder. \"So, I've been talking to this guy...\"\n\nTo be Continued?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In a world where Oral Sex is not considered cheating, an entrepreneur opens "Lixx", the place where a lady can get a cup of coffee and her pussy eaten. | [
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"content": "That day was a total disaster.\n\nIt began when she fell out of the bed at 5 am, when she would usually wake up only at 7. Plus the fact that she couldn’t sleep a wink after that, it was enough to set her on a foul mod.\n\nOf course, lucky her!, it had to be raining when she left for work. Even though she managed to catch the bus, it was such a downpour she arrived at work completely soaked.\n\nHer boss, that son of a bitch, couldn’t really be an understanding human being, could he? Of course he had to scold her about her appearance. “Well, I guess it’s my fault it’s raining, sure,” she thought, biting her tongue to not give him a piece of her mind.\n\nNot even mentioning all the contracts she couldn’t get, no matter how much she talked the clients through it. And one even was cancelled – a big one, which she just had scored yesterday.\n\nOh bugger.\n\nShe finally left work at 5pm (and it was sunny now – of course, it had to be. Bollocks), wanting nothing more than a warm cup of coffee and to masturbate until she saw stars. If Brad was at home, he could fuck her hard and good, but of course he had to be on a work trip right now and wouldn’t be back in 4 days. Just lovely.\n\nThat’s when she saw it. A small pink coffee house just around the corner, called “Lixx”. She had read about it on the internet, but she never thought her own city would have one of those.\n\nShe could feel her skin tickle with curiosity. Well, she was dying to drink coffee and… well, having the special services they offered there would be way better than just pleasuring herself alone at home, right? She knew Brad wouldn’t mind – he received blowjobs all the time while on his trips… And it had been such a long time for her!\n\nBetty walked to the door, feeling his hands sweaty with excitement. As soon as she stood by the door frame, it was opened by a young man.\n\n“Welcome, ma’am, to Lixx. I’m Chad and I’m here to assign you with the best server to match your preferences.” He hold the door opened as she entered. “I need to ask you some questions first. Of what gender should your server be?”\n\nShe thought for a minute before deciding. “A female one, please.”\n\n“Would you like to add another server for half the price?”\n\n“No, just one, thank you.\"\n\n“Perfect. This is our catalog. You can choose your female server in here and their clothes in here.”\n\nShe looked at the screen he held and scrolled through her options before picking a blonde with long hair tightly tied in a ponytail, light make up, high heels, black skirt and stockings, a white shirt and a pair of red lacy tongs and bra.\n\n“Oh, you’ve chosen Mellanie. A wonderful choice, if I dare say.” He tapped the screen a few more times. “Do you want it to be one sided or would you like to serve as well?”\n\n“I want to serve as well.”\n\n“Great. Now, I’ve opened your account. You’ll be charged $20 for one hour, which you should pay right now, and later I’ll charge you for whatever drink you choose. If needed, you can also add one more hour for only $15. I’ll keep your bill up to date.”\n\n“Thank you, Chad.”\n\n“Now, if you must, please follow me…”\n\nIt was a nice coffee house indeed. Nothing fancy, but nothing plain: the walls were decorated in an uplifting kind of way. Betty could feel better almost instantly.\n\n“Here we are,” Chad stopped and opened a door to some room, waiting till Betty was inside. “Mellanie will be here shortly. You can sit or lay in that couch if you want. I wish you a lovely stay in our shop!”\n\nIt took two long minutes after Chad was gone for Mellanie enter the room, wearing exactly what Betty had chosen. She could feel her mouth water almost instantly. “Hello, my name is Mellanie. How should I call you, Mrs…?”\n\n“You can call me Betty.” There was something so exciting about the whole thing that Betty couldn’t help but feel a little shaky with the other girl around.\n\n“All right then, Betty. Would you like to drink something right now or…?”\n\n“You could bring me a cup of your cheapest coffee.”\n\n“Okay”, Mellanie tapped another screen just beside the door. “I’ve placed your order. I’ll be right back.”\n\nBetty waited another five long minutes, feeling her clit swelling up by the second. It was really arousing and, just thinking about having those beautiful lips of Mellanie around her pussy, she couldn’t really remember why she was in a sour mood before.\n\n“Here you go.” Mellanie closed the door behind her and placed the tray on a small table in the corner of the room. “Now,” she said with a dirty smile. “As you sip your well-deserved coffee, may I have my share as well?”\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your SO have only been with each other, and decide to have an open relationship to see what else is out there. You come home the next day and are shocked to see.... | [
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"content": "Mike has always been a nice, considerate guy. He never forgets birthdays or other special occasions, and usually does everything he’s supposed to do around the house. It’s hard to complain too much about him other than one big problem… sex with him became almost like a chore. I messed around with him till he got hard, he stuck it in me and pumped for a little while, and then we’re done. It’s like there was no passion in it anymore.\n\nOne day, I finally admitted to him that I wasn’t really satisfied with our sex life. I mean, I know porn isn’t the most realistic thing in the world (which was my only other sexual point of reference), but there’s got to be more than what we had! I was worried that my confession might ruin our relationship, but he took it much better than I thought and ended up agreeing with me. We talked for hours and finally came to a decision. For both of our goods, we need to have an open relationship to explore our own sexuality. I don’t know, maybe we got married too young before we had enough life and sexual experience, but with love and trust, maybe we could do it now.\n\nThe next day, I was distracted the whole day at work. I knew I wanted something else from my sex life, but I couldn’t quite figure out what. How could I go find myself sexually if I didn’t even know in which direction to look? The thing is, everything I’d seen either looked too extreme or too bland for me, I couldn’t find that happy middle point that’s awesome.\n\nI got out of work a few hours early that day and decided that maybe I’d go home, get my gym clothes, and go work out for a while as I thought about it. Mike had the day off from work, but I didn’t know what he was doing, maybe he was already out on the prowl? I wondered if he was having any better luck finding himself than I was.\n\nI quickly got my answer to that question. His car was in the driveway, and as soon as I walked through the door, I saw him dressed up in a nice shirt and dark tie and there was a woman bent over our couch! She was mostly naked other than some leather straps and ropes tying her up. It looked like she could barely move! I stood there with my mouth hanging open for a moment.\n\n“Honey, you’re home early!” Mike said in surprise, but without a trace of guilt in his voice.\n\n“Oh my God!” the woman bent over the couch yelled. “Mike, you didn’t tell me you were married!” She was younger than we are, looked to be early 20s and a pretty little thing. Her hands were secured tightly behind her back by leather straps and she had a collar on and ropes pulling on or rubbing against all of her most sensitive regions.\n\n“It’s OK!” I said regaining a little bit of my composure but still feeling overwhelmed by the sight before me. “We’re in an open relationship; I gave Mike permission to do this.” I wondered about my own words after I had said them. I had given Mike permission to have sex with other women, but had I really given him permission to do *this*?\n\nThe other woman thought for a few seconds and then smiled. “Oh, that’s hot! I like you already. My name is Alexis. I’d shake your hand, but, you know.”\n\n“That’s quite alright,” I said trying to force a smile at the naked woman bound over our living room furniture. “You can call me Stephanie.”\n\n“Oh!” she said excitedly trying to look back at Mike. “Is Stephanie here to watch us? That sounds so hot! I’ve always wanted an audience!”\n\n“Well…” Mike said trying to think about that.\n\n“Yes,” I interrupted. “Yes I am! Don’t mind me!” I walked and sat in an armchair on the other side of the living room from my husband and his bound girl.\n\nMike simply nodded and shot a sly smile my way. He oddly seemed much more confident than usual. “Now Alexis,” he said, “just a moment ago we were talking about your very poor performance in school lately, weren’t we?”\n\n“Yeah, I’ve been kinda bad,” she said. I was surprised to see Mike suddenly walk over and smack her ass hard with his hand several times. She jumped and it left some red hand prints on her ass, but she took it.\n\n“You will answer my questions with, ‘Yes sir’, do you understand?”\n\nShe took a few deep breaths and responded, “Yes sir!”\n\n“Good, now, what do you think should happen to bad little girls who don’t do their best in school?”\n\n“We should, um, I dunno.”\n\nHe slapped her ass hard again. “Wrong answer! You need to at least try, Alexis! It’s when you don’t even try that there’s a problem!”\n\n“Yea-I mean yes sir!”\n\n“I’m glad you understand, so now I’ll tell you what will happen. You need to be punished for your bad behavior, and I’m going to be the one to do it. Do you understand?”\n\n“Yes sir!” she said in a higher voice. I couldn’t believe that I was watching this in my own home! Seeing my husband take this dominant form was kind of hot, but I wasn’t sure yet.\n\nMy husband then stood next to her and began to harshly slap her ass over and over while lecturing her on the importance of good study habits. I leaned over a little to get a better view of her face. She was holding her eyes shut and trying to squirm a little bit, but overall I thought she was taking that rather harsh spanking like a champ. After a minute of slapping her ass, my husband, stopped and opened up a wooden box that they had on the floor. He removed some clothes pins from it and said, “This is to make sure you really learn!” He quickly clasped two of them to her nipples and she gasped as he did, but once again did not complain.\n\nHe then removed something else from the box, it was a short, plastic paddle like object. Or no, it wasn’t plastic, I think it’s actually called lexan, not sure, but anyways, he removed it from the box, and swung it through the air a few times. “I’m going to give you 10 whacks with this paddle,” Mike said calmly. “I want you to count them out loud.”\n\n“Yes sir!” she said a bit more nervously.\n\nHe raised his paddle high and brought it down on her naked upturned bottom. “1!” she quickly responded. “2!” came a similar supply for the next one. I had to admit, watching her butt compress through the clear material was fascinating, and I was getting a little bit excited by the sight of it all. My husband continued to paddle and she continued to count, but as the numbers got higher, her voice started getting higher and she seemed to be getting closer and closer to breaking down. “8!” she choked out. I could see it was really getting to her now. “9!” she yelled out loudly. “10!” she finally cried out seeming to both feel pain and relief. Her bottom was a dark red now, but most of her body looked a little flushed.\n\nHe then put down the paddle and caress the red bottom he had just punished. He whispered something in her ear. He slowly began to remove his own pants, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants to reveal a huge erection (from what I’d seen they hadn’t even really played around before sex!). Young Alexis could not see what was happening behind her, but she still looked forward in anticipation. My husband began fucking this young girl from behind, thrusting in with more enthusiasm and vigor than I’d ever seen before! He so easily thrust in the she had to have been very wet, too.\n\nI had never thought I’d get so much enjoyment out of watching my husband beat and then fuck another woman, but I did. As I watched, I began to realize something. This is what I want, this is what’s missing. I wasn’t sure I was quite ready though. Still, my husband was ramming his cock into this girl harder than he’d ever rammed it into me, and she was loving every second of it.\n\nFinally, it was coming to an end and she was already crying out and enjoying a blissful orgasm. My husband pulled out at the last second and shot off all over her back. Wow could his cum fly! It probably wasn’t the safest practice, but I was too turned on to be very concerned at that moment. As the two of them slowly came down off of their sexual highs, Mike untied her and they sat down on the couch and cuddled together and he calmed her down and told her how well she had done (they might have ruined the fabric on that couch though!) After a moment, Alexis looked over at me and said, “Aw, you didn’t get off too? I was hoping we could all enjoy it.”\n\n“No, but I might get off later,” I replied.\n\n“Really?” Mike asked in surprise.\n\n“I think so… I need to think about all this.”\n\n“Are you still trying to process it all?” Alexis asked.\n\n“Yeah, I found it both hot and… too much at the same time.”\n\n“That’s OK!” Alexis responded. “I used to think the same thing! You don’t have to go all in at once like that. You can ease your way into it, and just tell your awesome hubby here what you are and are not OK with. Oh, and use a safe word!”\n\n“You had a safe word and you still didn’t use it?” I asked incredulously.\n\n“Yeah,” she laughed, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t.”\n\nWe then talked about it for a while and we figured out what it was that I was missing in my life. I didn’t want anything quite as extreme as what I’d seen with Alexis and Mike, but I was a little bit turned on by some quite similar things. And after a few more long discussions, Mike was more than happy to help."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At the mage academy, mages with higher innate talent are allowed - and encouraged - to have sex with any lower ranked student. The goal of this is to breed more powerful mages. | [
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"content": "The seventh son of a seventh son is supposed to be a powerful sorcerer. So far, I feel that I've lived up to the world's expectations. I'm the top ranked enchantment student at the academy, not that I needed mind control to produce my first three children. The academy's rules were not made in a vacuum, society values power and most students are eager to make a child with a more powerful mage.\n\nDelilah, Morrigan and Cassandra each sought me out themselves. As a member of the elite group of highest ranked students, I was given a private bed chamber in the Eastern tower. It wasn't even the end of my first month at the academy when I awoke to Delilah's beautiful, blonde hair grazing my stomach. As I watched her soft, pink lips pout and then stretch over my hard cock, I thought \"why not?\". She was #27, the child would be strong and I had plenty more to go.\n\nMorrigan was ranked #16 overall and yet was by far the strongest student of divination in the academy. At least, that's what I surmised when she strode into my chambers, pale skin offset against raven hair and black leather, a riding crop in one hand. She commanded me to kneel at her feet and I obeyed. There was no magic in the command, just the confidence of a woman who knows her beauty and knows the mind of the man whose deepest fantasies revolves around her worship.\n\nRumours spread quickly around the academy and word of my proclivities spread, albeit with some misunderstanding. I found Morrigan in my bed once more, intricately bound on her hands and knees. Cassandra was one of the best illusionists in the academy and #12 overall but the state she assumed for Morrigan gave her away. By the time she realised I had broken her illusion, I had claimed the spell holding her ropes. She was bound by my will then, her own generous curves now emphasized by the ropes the spread her thighs and wrapped her chest. I got a taste for my own power that night, taking the beautiful mage's large, round ass whilst she begged me to make a child with her. I let the ropes fall afterwards but bound her to my bed with a summoned collar, she was pregnant within a week.\n\nCirce and Allura fell to my enchantments. I brought them to my chambers to watch them fight over me. I kept them for a while, playing them off against each other, performing more and more depraved acts as each tried to achieve their new dream of carrying my child. I was 10 months into my studies when I made Allura pregnant with my fifth child.\n\nMedea bore my sixth child, ranked #5 in the academy, she was my biggest challenge. A master of transmutation and evocation, she actively fought me, claiming she'd never bear the child of a man who couldn't beat her. We fought all night on the academy rooftops, fire and lightning flying freely, assuming all kinds of wonderous and monstrous shapes in an effort to outdo each other. Finally, as a large, black dragon, I slammed her into the top of the Western tower. We returned to human form as I landed on top of her, tearing off her simple dress to claim my prize as the storm she conjured still raged around us.\n\nIt was shortly after that night that I started to dream of Asenath. Of course, they weren't my dreams. Asenath is almost as good at enchanment as I and she had a plan for me. She looked strange in my dreams, not like the thin, bookish girl that maintained her #1 rank at the academy even during my time there. She looked the way someone might assume I wanted her to look. The creature that climbed into my bed in my dreams was large breasted with perfect, glowing hair. Not at all my type but I could see what she was going for. I know now that I should have gone along with it anyway, sought her out in my waking hours to appease \"my\" dreams, instead I scorned her.\n\nI awoke a week later, not to the feeling of soft hair as a young witch tried to temp me, but to the heavy weight of a wolf pinning my chest. As I reached out to light my candles, my wrist was seized in strong jaws. What Asenath lacked in enchantment ability she made up for in every other school of magic, including summoning. She strode into my chamber, snapping her fingers to summon chains that wrapped around my limbs and drew them tight to the bed frame. The wolves retreated and she climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest.\n\n\"You didn't like the dreams I sent you? Well, you should have realised it didn't matter, they were a summons not an invitation.\"\n\nShe had always appeared skinny and quiet but naked above me she looked lithe and powerful. Straddling my chest as she was, I couldn't breathe without the delicious scent of her driving me wild. I was going quickly from indifference to this girl to my strongest desire being only to have her slide forward and lower herself to my lips.\n\n\"The seventh son of a seventh son and you're not even number one at the academy. You're powerful though and your seventh child will be unequalled. They will be mine though. From tonight on, you belong to me. You'll give me children, starting with your seventh born.\"\n\nShe shifted forward and straddled my head, lowering her wet sex to my waiting lips. I tasted her eagerly, straining against my chains to pull her closer to me.\n\n\"Good boy, now I hear you like two girls in here at once? Let me show you what I like now that you belong to me.\"\n\nWith that, Asenath tensed and then I felt my legs being lifted. She raised up a little and I looked down the bed and gasped. A perfect copy of her was between my legs, stroking my rock hard cock. It was unheard of magic, even for such a highly ranked student.\n\n\"I have an aggressive side, and with much experimentation, I found I could do this. Do you like it?\" \n\nThe second Asenath was talking to me now and my eyes opened in shock when I saw what was between her legs. A large, hard cock that she was carefully but eagerly lubing. The original Asenath lowered herself to my lips again and started talking as I pleasured her.\n\n\"You're mine now, I told you as much. You knew you were #2, did it never occur to you when you took each of those girls in any way you pleased, that someone might do the same to you one day?\"\n\nI gasped, feeling the second Asenath's long, thin fingers enter me. The first Asenath turned to watch the show, leaning forward so I could still pleasure her. Was I turned on or was it subtle mind control? All I could think of was burying my face in her hot, wet sex.\n\n\"Get used to this darling, because I'll often take you this way.\"\n\nThat and the feeling of emptiness as her fingers left me was my only warning before Asenath spread my thighs and forced her cock inside me. I expected pain but I was overwhelmed with pleasure. The first Asenath had maneuvered us into a 69, swallowing my cock in one fluid motion. Her legs clamped around my head, surrounding me in her taste and smell, her cock filled me, teaching me a new kind of pleasure and her lips slid up and down my shaft edging me closer to orgasm.\n\nAsenath clearly enjoyed her own show, she ground her hips against my face in time with her other self's thrusting, moaning more and more loudly as she fucked me harder and harder. My cock was soon left forgotten as the first Asenath sat upright and watched herself fuck me, riding my face without a care. She came explosively, cutting off my air even as I sucked her clit. For a moment, she was my entire world. Then she rose up and sank onto my hard cock.\n\nShe rode me like a demon then, her hand gripping my throat, her other self thrusting deep into me. I was so far gone I could barely hold on. \n\n\"Do you like how I feel inside you? Does it make you want to cum? Cum inside me! Lets make the strongest sorcerer in centuries. I'll take you like this every night. Just give me your cum. Fill me up just as I'm going to fill you.\"\n\nThe feeling of her riding me, her eager begging for my cum and the pressure of her inside me was just too much. I came like never before, filling her with hot jets of cum. We started something dark and powerful that night and I could only imagine where it would lead."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You get a bracelet that turns whoever is wearing it into your slave. | [
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"content": "Karen, a ditzy blonde receptionist, was the only woman who worked at our small firm. I waited until everyone else in the office went out to lunch before walking up to her desk.\n\n\"Slow day?\" I asked.\n\n\"Yeah,\" she sighed. \"No one's scheduled to come in, and no one's calling.\"\n\n\"Good for us.\" I pulled out the bracelet from my pocket. \"Listen, I found this on the floor near my desk. I was wondering if you know who it belongs to.\"\n\nNot surprisingly, her eyes grew wide when she saw what was in my hand. The bracelet was made of real gold and looked to be worth a few thousand dollars.\n\n\"Uh, yeah. It's mine,\" she said. \"Thought I lost it yesterday.\" She laughed nervously.\n\nI nodded and handed her the bracelet. \"Cool. Would you mind trying it on just to make sure?\"\n\n\"Of course,\" she replied. She slipped it onto her left wrist, and her face went blank.\n\n\"Karen, are you OK?\"\n\n\"Yes, Master,\" she responded.\n\n\"That's great.\" I smiled to myself. \"Have to admit, I lied when I said I found the bracelet on the ground. It's mine, and whoever wears it is my slave. You're the first person I've tested it on. Seems like it actually works, huh?\"\n\n\"Yes, Master.\"\n\nNow that I had control of this woman, I knew exactly what I would do with her. Karen, at 30 years old, was married and had a kid but still looked like she had a nice body. I wanted to see more of it.\n\n\"Stand up. Take off your clothes, but keep the bracelet on,\" I said.\n\nWithout hesitation, she obeyed and stripped naked in front of me in the middle of the office. It was such a thrill, and I was already as hard as I'd ever been. When my slave was completely nude, I looked her over. Karen had a curvy figure with c-cup breasts and wide child-bearing hips. She looked incredible. I touched and squeezed her tits before bending down and sucking on her nipples hungrily. It had been awhile since I'd gotten laid, and I couldn't wait any longer.\n\n\"We're going to have sex, Karen. You need to get aroused.\"\n\n\"Yes, Master.\"\n\nI reached between her legs and felt her become wet for me within seconds. I then took off my pants and boxers before bending her over the desk, spreading her legs apart, and entering her from behind. Her pussy felt so wet and snug around my cock, and it was all I could do to not finish immediately. I moved slowly at first, letting myself enjoy it. After a few minutes, though, I had to start fucking her in earnest. My hips slapped against her ample backside.\n\nMy slave didn't make a sound and just lay there while I banged her. I realized that she wasn't a co-worker or even a person to me at that point, just a convenient hole for me to use. Knowing that I was going to finish, I held her waist and buried myself deep inside her. I groaned loudly as I pumped my seed into Karen's unprotected pussy. It was one of the best orgasms I ever had.\n\nAfter I recovered, I pulled out, fixed my clothes, and told her to get dressed. \"Do you use birth control?\" I asked.\n\n\"I'm not on the pill, Master. My husband has worn condoms since we had our son.\"\n\n\"Very good.\" I glanced at my watch. \"The guys are coming back soon, so we have to stop. You will not remember anything that happened in the past hour.\"\n\n\"Yes, Master.\"\n\nThen, I took the bracelet off her wrist, and she blinked and looked at me. \"Did you want something?\" she asked.\n\nI smiled. \"No, I got what I needed.\"\n\nI continued to fuck Karen at work whenever I could, even after she started to show. And nine months after I first made her my slave, she gave birth to my daughter.\n\nThe bracelet sure is useful, let me tell you."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A cleric accidentally ends up in hell, the Devil offers her an ultimatum, fuck her way out or stay forever as his subject. | [
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"content": "It gets a little violent in places, but then it *is* a story featuring Satan... \nComments/Criticisms welcome. \n**Part 1 of 5** \n\n“Where am I?” Gwenevieve asked, shielding her eyes against the orange flaring light while her pupils strained to constrict. Wherever she was it was hot. She could already feel beads of sweat forming on her forehead and soaking the armpits of her robes. She tried to peer around her hand but the light scorched her eyes. The only direction that didn’t hurt her eyes was down. She was sitting, legs folded beneath her, on a bed of ashes. \n\nHow did I get here? She wondered. The last thing she could recall was being on the freeway, falling asleep while Cheryl drove them both home from the convention. She felt around at the ground beneath her, feeling beneath the ash to find solid rock that burned with an intense heat. She withdrew her hand, wincing at the burn in her palm. But the pain was gone almost as quickly as it had come and there was no burn on her hand. \n\nA headache started to emanate from her straining eyes, a migraine. That and her parched throat told her she needed to find water. She tried again to look at her surroundings. Her eyes had adjusted, if only a little, and she was able to make out the edges of a cliff in front of her. A great roaring inferno seemed to consume the landscape beyond. She could think of two possible answers to her questions. \n\nShe stumbled awkwardly to her feet and turned around. There was fire in every direction, but the fire seemed to recede as she moved, always maintaining the same distance from her, a distance that seemed calculated to be uncomfortably hot without being painfully so. She didn’t know what she was walking towards but she knew she had to try going somewhere. The ash under her feet was inconsistent in it’s cover, exposing bare rock in places which she avoided. As warm as it was, the ash seemed to insulate against the extreme heat beneath it and she feared making contact with that rock with her bare feet. \n\n“Gwenevieve…” A deep voice rumbled behind her. She spun, almost tripping on her robes to face the voice. But there was no one there… then she saw it. A crimson face, somehow burning with fury and malicious joy at the same time. A depth of madness in his flamelashed eyes. Of the two possible locations she’d figured, she’d been crossing her fingers it was a forest fire. \n\nAs she gazed into the eyes of evil, the naked body of a man materialized out of the flames around it and it stepped forward, towards her. The figure stood about ten feet tall, and was built powerfully. Small reptilian horns protruded from the crimson flesh forming ridges that ran down his arms and legs. It was a sight to instill terror in anyone. She only had one question left which she squeaked out between nervous and terrified teeth. “Wa-why am-am-am I h-here?” \n\nThe figure raised a hand and flames shot out from the inferno incinerating her robes and melting her flesh. She screamed silently as her lungs burned. But the pain lasted only seconds. \n\n“The why is irrelevant.” The deep voice said, “You are here, and you are mine now.” \n\nShe was on her knees and still conscious. She watched in horrified fascination as her skin regrew, healing her back to perfect health. She started breathing again, rapidly; she was hyperventilating. She took deep breaths to calm down and climbed back to her feet. \n\n“A-are you… h-Him?” She asked. \n\n“Hah. Not the pitchfork you were expecting?” He scoffed. He was only eight feet away now. She could see him clearly. He was so tall; his waist at a level with her shoulders and hanging between his legs… She gulped. Hanging between his legs was the largest dick she’d ever seen--though granted she hadn’t seen many. Still flaccid it had to be nearly a foot long, and at the tip it had two sharp horns jutting out another inch… Satan’s “pitchfork”. \n\nGwen became suddenly aware of her own nudity and moved to cover herself. Satan made a sweeping motion and another wave of fire struck her, cleansing her body to the bone. Her skeleton remained standing where it had been. Somehow she could still feel pain despite having no physical nerves or a brain. Agony. \n\nSeconds felt like hours as her body reformed itself around her bones. It took everything she had to keep a grip on her sanity. \n\n“You will not cover yourself here.” \n\nShe nodded, shivering despite the heat. Her arms kept instinctively trying to wrap themselves around herself and she had to clasp them at her sides to make them stop. \n\n“I know you don’t want to be here… you tried to be a good little girl in life... follow His laws, His rules.” The note of scorn in his voice each time he referred to Him made her flinch. “But you are here now and I have a deal to offer you.” \n\n“A deal with the devil?” She’d meant to only think the words, but despite her mouth remaining closed, her voice emanated from her as if she’d spoken aloud. \n\nSatan smiled. “Exactly.” \n\nHe started walking around her in a wide circle as he spoke. “It is not so bad, living in Hell. The laws are simple and few enough: Thou shalt not praise nor worship Him, Thou shalt not give freely, Thou shalt not be kind, and finally, Thou shalt not cover thy body. The punishments for breaking the rules are various forms of torture... Otherwise anarchy rules. \n\n“But… if you would rather return to Earth and try your luck at getting into His domain once again, you might not want to dismiss the notion of making ‘a deal with the devil’.” \n\nGwen considered and her thoughts were transmitted aloud again as though she were speaking them--even though she wasn’t. “I can’t trust him. He’s Satan. The Great Deceiver. But… I’m literally in hell… as far as I know there’s no way out, but then, it couldn’t possibly get any worse that it is, right? I’m facing an eternity of living in an anarchy full of the worst rapists and murderers in history and where virtues are illegal… I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. But what would he ask of me?” \n\n“The deal is simple,” Satan replied, “Give your body willingly and enthusiastically to each of my six lieutenants, then finally to me. Do this and I’ll return you to your Earthly body. You can ask Him for forgiveness and resume your life as before.” \n\nHer voice squeaked unintelligibly, but the simultaneous sound of her thoughts reinforced her attempt to speak, “Give my body?” \n\n“Sex.” \n\nGwen’s mind raced and thoughts of protest poured out of her, each one broadcast aloud for Satan’s pleasure. “I’ve never.” “I’m not supposed to.” “It’s forbidden.” But a less devout part of her mind shouted other things, “I’ve always been curious.” “Wanted to experience.” “Need to.” \n\nSome chemical reaction spiked inside her as she contemplated her options making her feel anxious, even excited. “I don’t really have a choice - do I?” “It’s this or worse.” “It doesn’t count if it’s forced on me.” “Is this forced on me or am I choosing this?” “Choose an eternity in hell?” “It’s no choice at all really.” “He’s making me.” “It doesn’t count.” \n\n“Okay.” She concluded, instantly regretting her words as her eyes found the forked horned tip of Satan’s monstrous cock. She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed to God. \n\nA barbed spear shot through her back and out her right breast, piercing a lung and lifting her off her feet. She spluttered, pain dampening her thoughts. \n\n“Did you forget the first law already?” \n\nShe gasped for breath and an unseen force bit into the flesh of her shoulder, digging down beneath the skin. She caught her breath, breathing somehow despite the pierced lung, caught her breath and screamed. The invisible razor in her shoulder started moving down her arm. She watched in horror and agonizing pain as her skin peeled. She screamed louder. When it reached her wrist, it stopped and her inverted sleeve of skin fell to the ash below. Her arm did not heal as the invisible razor moved bit into her other shoulder. \n\n“Pray to Satan for this to end. Pray to me and I’ll spare you the worst of it--but only this once. Never refer to Him in my domain again!” He sounded furious, the madness in his eyes amplified, yet his facial expression never changed. \n\nShe pleaded with herself between screams as her other arm was skinned. “I can’t. Not him. Never.” “Don’t do it.” “I-” \n\nA second sleeve of arm-skin fell to the ashen ground. The razor bit into her forehead. Her vision turned red.\nShe cracked. “Please Satan. Please make it stop. I beg you. I...” \n\nThe spear turned to ash in her chest and she fell back to the ground. \n\n“Kneel.” \n\nShe knelt. \n\n“Accept me into your heart as your savior.” \n\nHer mind fractured. Both refusing to do as he asked, and already accepting it at the same time. She held her arms up, the bared muscles and tendons and bones dripping blood into the ash below. The horror of it fascinated part of her mind. The part that wanted to accept Satan as her savior. She watched as her skin regrew, a warm sense of peace washing over her. \n\nSatan grinned. \n\nBehind Satan, another body stepped out of the flames. A demon about her own height but with blue skin that was covered with black demonic tattoos, a horrible goatee, goat horns and a tail. \n\n“My first lieutenant, Belphegor.” Satan introduced, gesturing behind him. \n\nGwen gave Satan a wide berth as she stepped around him, approaching Belphegor cautiously, unsure what she was supposed to do. She assumed he would advance, take the lead, use her as he wanted. She’d suffered far worse in the past few minutes alone. But Belphegor never moved. Instead, he stood watching her, arms crossed. His blue dick remained limp. \n\nShe got close to him and stopped, waiting for something to happen. \n\n“Such enthusiasm.” Satan mocked. \n\nGive your body willingly and enthusiastically. He’d said. \n\n“Fuck.” She swore for the first time in her life. \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was always so confident in her sexuality... Her spontaneous blowjobs, her wandering hands, always being a tease, especially in public. She said it was hard-wired into who she was and I found it hot. But ever since I woke up in her body this morning I can't help but feel fucking terrified. | [
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"content": "Warning: This turned out kind of long. If you're looking for the sex, skip down to the third reply.\n\n-------------\n\nMy relationship with Ava had felt like an insane whirlwind. \n\nIt started at some lame bar near work; I was out with colleagues for happy hour, generally being miserable, when I saw her. She was up at the bar getting drinks, fending off attention from every guy in the place - and it was obvious why. She was *fine*. Her bordering on not-safe-for-work skirt was short and tight with a deep slit that showed off flashes of those long, toned, olive legs. Everything from the killer heels, to her blood red lips and fuck-me eyes just *oozed* sexuality.\n\nI went up to the bar to top up, ignoring her of course - no point trying when you know she's waaay out of your league. Surprisingly, it was she who turned to me. \n\n\"You aren't one of those investment banker assholes, are you?\"\n\nApparently she'd been turning them down all evening. I confirmed that I wasn't, and said something that made her laugh. I started turning to leave, just happy I'd got through the requisite social interaction without embarrassing myself, but she grabbed me by the elbow.\n\n\"Not even going to give me your number?\"\n\nTen minutes later, we were in the women's room with her up against the wall, and my head between her legs.\n\nThat's always how it was with Ava. When she wanted something, she took it. The three months we dated featured some of the craziest, best sex of my life. She couldn't keep her hands (or mouth, or cunt) off me - we got thrown out of a museum once, because we got caught fucking in a secluded gallery. \"It's hard-wired into me,\" she'd say, with a saucy wink. \"What can I say? I'm a slut!\" \n\nIt was glorious, up until it wasn't. The sticking point (there's always one, isn't there), was monogamy. It was obvious from the start in hindsight. It just wasn't enough for her, she'd say. She missed the freedom, the excitement of fucking someone new. We fought, I left, and I thought that was that.\n\nUntil today.\n\nI knew something was wrong as soon as I woke up. The sheets were wrong, strange, not mine. I sat up, and realized my perspective was off. And this wasn't my room in my apartment. No, this was Ava's room. I rolled out of bed, stumbling as my body responded in strange ways and stopped, stunned, in front of a mirror.\n\n\"What. The. Fuck.\"\n\nIt took me a second to realize I'd just said those words, because it wasn't my voice, it was Ava's. And looking back at me from the mirror in just panties and a bra, was Ava. I walked up to it trembling, and examined myself. Smooth olive skin. Loose, shoulder length brown hair framing a delicate face set with dark, alluring eyes. Perky, B-cups above a tight, toned stomach. And those long, slender legs. It was definitely Ava.\n\nI felt a flicker of desire stir in me as I examined myself if the mirror. I was panting, and my eyes were drawn to the my rising and falling breasts. Without thinking, I moved a hand up to grab my left breast. It was warm and firm, just like I remembered. *That felt good.* I squeezed my breast, and let out an involuntary moan. A warmth started growing between my legs... \n\nI shook my head, snapping out of it. No, I had to figure out what was going on. If I was here, in Ava's body... then who was in mine? I scanned the room and found her phone on the bedside table. I clicked a button, and was presented with a lockscreen. I just stared at it for a minute, and then a thought floated into my head, like a distant whisper.\n\n*9 - 6 - 6 - 9*\n\nWhere had that come from? Shaking my head, i tried it, and the phone unlocked. I found the contacts, and scrolled through them anxious, until I found my name. She hadn't deleted it, I thought, relieved. I tapped call, and held the phone to my ears with trembling fingers, not sure what to expect. After a few rings, the line connected.\n\n\"Ava?\" *That was my voice.*\n\n\"Uhhh... John? Is that you?\"\n\n\"Ava, this is not ok. I *told* you not to contact me. You got what you want, go fuck whoever you like. Just don't talk to me again, you fucking whore.\"\n\n\"No, John, wait-\"\n\n\"Fuck off.\"\n\nThe line went dead. I stared at the phone. *What the fuck do I do now?* I thought. If John was still... John, who was I? \n\n*You're Ava.*\n\nThere it was again, that strange, slightly foreign thought. Well, I had few options at this point. I needed to buy some time to figure this thing out, and that meant living Ava's life. It was a Friday, there was no way in hell I was going in to her work, so I had to call in sick. I grabbed her laptop, and once again a whispered thought furnished me with the password to log in, and I sent an email to her boss claiming food poisoning. \n\nThat done, I started looking around the apartment. I'd stayed here a few times back when I'd been seeing Ava, and had always been jealous - it was a beautiful 1 bedroom pad in SoHo, one of the most trendy/expensive parts of the city, but Ava could afford it easily. Much as I didn't want to admit it, it had always bothered me that she was more successful than I was.\n\nThe weirdness of the situation started getting to me again, and I felt an overwhelming urge to leave, get out of this place. I started rifling through her closet for something to wear, and finally pulled out a pair of jeans and a loose shirt. No way was I ready to put on a skirt. I pulled them on and examined myself in the mirror. Still Ava, still incredibly hot.\n\nGrimacing, I began searching for her wallet and keys. As I pulled open one of the dresser drawers open, I froze. Inside was a jumbled mess of lingerie - panties and bras that I recognized - and, in the corner, a collection of sex toys. Curiosity got the better of me, and I pulled them out. Three vibrators of various sizes, an extremely large blue rubber dildo, and something that looked like a smaller dildo.\n\n*It's a butt plug!* came the realization, and a slightly hysterical giggle burst out of me. *Did she really use all of these?* I wondered. I felt heat rising in my cheeks, and another flicker of warmth between my legs. \n\nShaking the disturbing thoughts away, I shoved the toys back into the drawer, found my keys and wallet, and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door. I skipped down the stairs two at a time, and burst out onto the street, panting. Then I picked a direction, and just started walking.\n\nAs I walked through the city, it felt like everyone was staring at me. The first thought to pop into my head was *they know you're not you*, but I soon realized that wasn't it at all. I'd seen the exact same thing when we'd dated, every street we walked down, every bar or restaurant we entered, heads would turn for Ava. It seemed like no straight man or gay woman could resist giving Ava the the up-down I'd-fuck-that-glance. *They're checking me out!* I realized, blushing. I turned my gaze to the pavement and and quickened my pace, but I couldn't help feeling a strange shiver of pleasure at the thought. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [incest] your sister is staying with you while she tours colleges. Your girlfriend makes you dinner and you have a few too many brews. You crash early, but wake up a few hours later. You head downstairs for some water, and find your girlfriend's fingers knuckle deep in your sisters pussy. | [
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"content": "(Part 1)\n\nI was a little afraid when my sister Abby said she was going to stay with me. As an incoming freshman, it made sense for her to save as much money as she could and sleep on my couch, but it wasn’t me that I was worried about. It was my girlfriend Sarah. \n\nAbby had always been a little on the controlling side. I blame my parents, who spoiled her since she was a baby. We used to refer to her as “bossy” but her behavior never changed, so we switched to another b-word to describe her. Abby’s got a good heart and she always has, but she can get a little temperamental when she doesn’t get her way. \n\nWhich is why I was worried about her staying. Sarah was the same way, but worse. Those two never got along. It was like putting two positive ends of a battery together and watching the whole thing explode. If Sarah wasn’t studying psychology, I know that she would be a Dominatrix. Sarah can wrap anyone around her finger, man or woman. It’s kind of incredible, actually. But her and my spoiled, often-childish sister staying in the same place made me nervous. \n\n“Maybe she’ll find a boy while she’s here,” I said to Sarah when I was trying to convince her, “and she’ll calm down and stay with him.”\n\n“Please,” Sarah replied, “your sister isn’t going to find someone who will stick their cock in her icy cunt.”\n\n“Hey I know you don’t like her but she’s still my sister!”\n\n“Sorry,” Sarah said with a rare apologetic tone, “she can stay. Only because she’s family.” Sarah dragged the riding crop against my bare torso as I was handcuffed to my own bed, then rubbed her latex-clad bottom against my abs. It caused my cock to jump. “Now thank your master like a good boy.”\n\n***\n\nWith a throbbing head, I stumbled shirtless through my bedroom door and into the hallway. I barely noticed that Sarah wasn’t in bed. I recall her drinking at least one beer, maybe she needed water too. Her petite frame could only handle so much alcohol, after all. \n\n“What the hell?” I said as I stopped in the hallway. Bundled up before in the middle of the floor was a pair of Sarah’s panties. A light purple thong that she was wearing a few nights ago. I remember them distinctly because Sarah had me keep them in my mouth while she rode me.\n\nIt was then that I heard something from the living room. It sounded vaguely wet, like a wet barefoot stepping against a tile floor. \n\n*I need to lay off the IPA’s…* I thought to myself, thinking I was just hearing things. \n\n“You like that you little slut?” Someone whispered. \n\n*Okay that was definitely not the beer.*\n\nIn the dimness of the moonlight streaming into the room, I walked in to see my girlfriend knuckle deep inside my own sister. My jaw dropped as I took the sight in. \n\nAbby was tall like me but curvy. She had black hair cut to her shoulders and bangs that stopped an inch above her eyebrows. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip as she lay back on the couch, her hands covering her mouth as she stifled her moans. She was sleeping in an oversized t-shirt that was now hiked up above her hips. Her thick thighs were spread apart, with one hooking over the back of the couch and the other sliding down the front. She had her wet pussy out for Sarah, who pushed aside Abby’s cotton panties and was about to stick her middle finger in to join her index. \n\n“What is going on here?!” I exclaimed. Abby didn’t seem to notice me but Sarah did. She was smaller in build than my sister, being petite and thin but lean with muscle. Her red hair flowed down past her shoulders and she was wearing a cami and pajama shorts. Her fingers were slick with my sisters wetness. \n\n“Oh good you’re up!” Sarah said cheerfully, “I woke up to use the bathroom and you’ll never guess what I saw. I caught your little whore of a sister with a pair of my used panties. She was lying here in bed, rubbing my scent all over her nose like a starved virgin.”\n\nI couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Little Abigail was not only into chicks, but she was a depraved little slut!\n\n“Isn’t that true?” Sarah said, sliding her middle finger inside and curling them up towards her abdomen. I could see a shiny trail of wetness drip past my girlfriends fingers and soak into the couch cushion. \n\n“Mmhmm,” Abby said, “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.” \n\n“That’s right,” Sarah said as she reached up with her free hand. She grabbed a handful of Abby’s breast and kneaded it roughly, finishing with a hard twist of her nipple, which was erect against her cotton shirt. “And you know what happens to bad, bad girls right?”\n\n“Bad girls get fucked,” Abby said in a high-pitched, girlish pitch that I didn’t realize she was capable of reaching. \n\n“Whoa whoa whoa,” I said, “Sarah, are you asking me to fuck my baby sister?”\n\n“Of course not,” Sarah said, “you’re going to fuck me. I'm going to fuck her. Now go get my strap on and harness.”\n\nIn a confused daze I walked back to my room as I heard Sarah stick her fingers inside my sisters mouth, who greedily sucked them clean. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have to do everything you are told. Your crush discovers this, and decides to have some fun with you. | [
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"content": "It was when he asked if we could watch the game instead of the Tony Awards that he realized what was happening. That something had changed. Of course he only confided this to me later, well after he'd started having his fun, but that's neither here nor there at this point.\n\nThe point is I changed the channel so he could watch the game.\n\nAfter that it was little things at first mainly, I suspect, because he didn't yet quite believe his stroke of fortune. One morning while rushing to get ready for work I received a text from him telling me to call in sick and come wait on him and his friends all day instead. \n\nI was fired for the no-call, no-show, but it was just a stupid retail job at the mall. Not a big deal. What was a big deal was that the moment I arrived at his house my boyfriend finally said \"farewell\" to the point of no return.\n\nHe showed me the uniform I was to wear.\n\nNow imagine me, an Hispanic woman, a first generation American quite sensitive to racial stereotypes. Add to that the fact I'm very active in the modern feminism movement (#metoo, etc.) and you'd correctly guess that I have a strong opinion about gender roles. \n\nIt was a maid's uniform. The sluttiest maid's uniform you can imagine, with a black pleated skirt that would barely cover my crotch, stockings, and top that consisted of little more than a bikini. The hite-ruffled black hat completed the uniform, as did the white stockings and and black shoes.\n\nI moved my lips to protest, and he stared at me, an eager expression on his handsome face. Brett was ten years my senior, 35, and despite our age difference I'd always feared I was the mature one in our relationship.\n\nSomewhere from his kitchen one of his friends yelled for him, asking about the beer. Taking a deep breath I tried once again to complain, to resist, to try to at least laugh at the absurdity of his request.\n\nInstead I began to peel off my t-shirt, a tight green \"Feminist as Fuck\" top that I'd strangely worn without a bra.\n\n\"You can remember now,\" Brett said.\n\nAnd that's when I remembered the night before.\n\n(To be continued?)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A guy is blackmailed by a girl into being her sex slave | [
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"content": "\"Is there anything else I can do for you my lady?\" I asked bowing my head towards the princess sitting in her big reading chair at the fire. The black haired girl already dressed in her much too short purple nightdress was seemingly sunken in her novel. \n\n\"Nothing, you can leave for the night.\" she said without looking up. \n\n\"Thanky you my lady.\" I turned around and headed for the door as i heard her clearing her throat.\n\n\"Boy?\"\n\n\"Yes my lady?\" I turned back around to her as she was now looking at me with a devilish smile. \n\n\"Did you not forget something?\" Her smile got even wider.\n\n\"I'm sorry my lady I can't remember.\"\n\n\"My ring? Did you think i wouldn't notice you taking it?\" I felt my head turnig red and my throat getting dry.\n\n\"You know my fathers law.\" she said grinning while dragging her finger along her throat.\n\n\"Please my lady... I...\" she raised her hand and I turned quiet.\n\n\"If the guards hear about it you will be... how do you peasants say... fucked right.\" she pushed herself up out of the chair walked over to me.\n\n\"Please my lady...\" I started again.\n\n\"Your clothes, remove them!\" I looked at her puzzled.\n\n\"Now!\" her voice got louder as i started unbuttoning my shirt. She made a step backwards watching me gleefully undress to my underwear.\n\n\"All of it, I want to see you.\" I obeyed with shaking hands. Never before had I undressed before a woman not to think about the princess of all women. \n\n\"You're pretty for a boy.\" she said biting her lip while sitting back in her chair. \n\n\"Thank you my...\"\n\n\"If I want to hear you, I will say so, now go to your knees and look at the floor.\" I went down to my knees and bowed my head. \n\n\"Touch yourself, slowly.\" I felt my head rurn ecen more red as I wrapped my hand around my already hard dick. Even though I was looking down my eyes glanced up for a second seeing her hand move between her spread legs. I could instantly smell her lust and could hear her mourning softly until she suddenly stoped and stand up again. \n\n\"Thats a good boy.\" I heard her walking around me picking up my clothes from the floor and opening a wardrobe. \n\n\"You probably know you are not the only little thief in this palace. Eyes at the floor!\" I nodded and lowered my eyes again. I heard something that sounded like small bells and a almost silent mourning.\n\n\"Stand up boy and stop it.\" I did what she wanted.\n\n\"I bet you heard about one of the kitchen girls missing, the blond one, Llthe one you fancied so much. I can't blame you she is a beauty, but sadly your heart is not the only thing she was stealing.\" The princess appeared again in front of me and on a leather leash she led a naked blond girl behind her, Lara. Hands tied behind the back, pierced nipples with small silver bells on them and a ring like contraption in her mouth spreading it open. Laras eyes widened as she saw me and she trird turning away.\n\n\"Don't be ashamed he is a thief like you. You two are made for each other.\" The princess pulled the leash and turned lara back to me.\n\n\"You know your jop.\" the princess said as lara went to her knees taking my dick inside her mouth and started sucking. It only took a couple of moments and I felt my feet shaking as i was ready to cum. \n\n\"All the way dumb thing.\" the princess pushed laras head forward making her gag for a moment as my dick went in all the way to the base. I instantly felt my balls empty as I came as hard as never before inside laras throat. She wanted to pull away as the princess hand was again grabing her blond hair and holding her. I could feel lara swallow my load as the princess finally let go of her letting her fall to the ground gasping for air.\n\n\"Slow learner this pet, I let half the guard feed her everday since last week but as they told me she still doesn't understand.\" the princess hand caressed my chest wandered up to my face and gently touched my lips.\n\n\"I'm not sure what they will say about getting a pretty boy for a change but I'm sure they also teach you.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Bus Booty (MF) | [
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"content": "Gage glanced around the nearly empty bus on his way to the university. It was the last day of finals, and the normally crowded bus was sparsely populated now. Despite the empty seats around him, Gage chose to sit next to his childhood friend Keeley.\n\nThey made an odd pair, and if not for growing up together, they probably would not be friends now. Their differences really came out their freshman year in high school when Gage tried out for cross country and track. Then he was asked to try out for soccer by the coach and soon found himself immersed in the jock crowd. On the other hand, Keeley made friends with the goth group. Soon her t-shirts and jeans were replaced with black dresses, pants, and shirts. Since they lived next door to one another in the same apartment complex, they talked every day and remained friends.\n\nAfter graduation they were accepted at the same university. Gage was majoring in business while Keeley was studying microbiology. Given her new found interest in all things related to death, she wanted to become a virologist.\n\n\"Shit,\" Keeley muttered at her phone.\n\n\"What's wrong?\"\n\n\"William has to work tonight. Again.\"\n\nKeeley's boyfriend was not going to win any \"boyfriend of the year\" awards. Gage could not fault him for working having to work a late shift. But William did not treat Keeley the way Gage thought he should. Gage went out his way to make his girlfriend Bridget feel loved and appreciated; William acted like Keeley's sole purpose in life was to be at his beck and call. William would cancel plans at the last minute but become upset when Keeley would not drop what she was doing to hang out with him.\n\n\"Ah, shit.\"\n\nGage rolled his eyes. \"Now what?\"\n\n\"My battery's almost dead. I forgot to charge it last night. Here.\" She dropped her phone in his lap. \"Let me get that battery thing.\"\n\n\"That battery thing\" was Gage's Christmas gift to her. It was a rechargeable battery with a USB connector and a built in solar panel. Keeley seemed to always forget to charge her phone.\n\nShe was sitting next to the aisle and tugged her backpack from beneath the seat. Books spilled out across the floor as the zipper was open.\n\n\"Fuck!\" she snapped.\n\nKeeley started collecting her spilled items.\n\nGage suppressed a laugh and studied her. Today she wore black leggings, knee-high lace up boots, and a black sweater with a white top beneath so the collar showed. The outift combined with her straight black hair and black lipstick made him think of Wednesday from the Addams Family. Gage smiled; he was going to start calling her Wednesday to see what she said.\n\nKeeley rose and bent over with her bottom facing him, and all thoughts of teasing fled his mind as his eyes locked on her rear. The leggings were drawn tight outlining her small, round butt. Then he took in the shape of her short, slender thighs outlined by the leggings. The sweater hugged her hourglass waist, and he remembered she liked to wear corsets. His breath caught, and his heart raced wildly.\n\nHis manhood grew hard instantly.\n\nOh god! How could he think about Keeley like this? They had grown up together! She was like a sister!\n\nHe closed his eyes and pictured Bridget. She was tall and curvy with a generous bust and insatiable appetite in bed. He recalled the night before when they had made love in her dorm room while her roommate was out. He lay on her bed naked and she straddled him. Her full breasts swayed mesmerizingly as her body rocked back and forth. He remembered the taste of her when she wanted to 69 during foreplay.\n\nBridget dissolved in his fantasy, and he saw Keeley beneath him naked. Her nearly flat chest inviting him to kiss her stiff nipples. Her short, spindly legs around his hips pulling him into her, and those big brown eyes looking up at him with passion. He would be gentle and show her how special she was and how much he loved her.\n\nGage's eyes shot open, and he gasped. Loved her? Oh god! No!\n\nThe bus hit a pothole and bounced roughly. Keeley cried out and fell backward into his lap. Instinctively Gage wrapped his arms around her to keep her head from hitting the window.\n\nThe pair sat there staring wide-eyed at one another. Her black lips were parted slightly, and the urge to kiss them filled him.\n\n\"You're poking me,\" she said softly.\n\nHis face grew red when he realized his erection was between her buttocks. \"Sorry.\"\n\nKeeley shifted off his cock but remained in his lap looking at him with an unreadable look. Then her hand slid down and gripped him through his khakis.\n\n\"Are you thinking of her or me?\"\n\nGage swallowed and started to lie, but those eyes demanded the truth.\n\n\"You.\"\n\nSurprise filled her face. \"What were you thinking?\"\n\n\"How beautiful you are.\"\n\nHer face turned a bright crimson. \"I doubt that caused this.\" Her fingers gave him a squeeze.\n\n\"I was picturing us making love.\"\n\nHer fingers began sliding up and down his shaft slowly. \"What about Bridget? Won't she be jealous?\"\n\nGage had come this far; he might as well go all the way. His arms held her tighter.\n\n\"I love you Keeley.\"\n\nHis friend stiffened, and her stroking stopped. The embarrased teasing look vanished, and she regarded him.\n\n\"I guess I always have,\" he admitted.\n\nHe noticed she was breathing hard, and her eyes had a far away look.\n\n\"I think about you sometimes when William and I do it,\" she said softly.\n\nHer hand gave his manhood another squeeze. Gage slid a hand up her small waist, and after glancing around to see if anyone was watching, cupped her breast quickly through her sweater. When he started to move his hand, she placed hers over it to hold it in place.\n\n\"I didn't think you thought about me like that,\" Keeley said. \"In high school you dated that cheeleader and then that clarinet player.\"\n\n\"God, you used to tease me about Megan all the time. You said I only dated her because she probably gave good blow jobs from playing the clarinet.\"\n\nKeeley giggled. \"Did she?\"\n\nHe laughed. \"She refused to. Said it was gross.\"\n\nHer hand moved his from her breast down her chest and stomach until it was between her thighs.\n\n\"Do you eat Bridget out?\"\n\nGage blushed at revealing his sexual relationship with his current girlfriend. \"Sometimes.\"\n\n\"Does she like it?\" Her hand pushed his to her warm crotch.\n\n\"Yeah.\" He swallowed. \"Does William do it?\"\n\nKeeley sighed. \"He doesn't like to, but he will if I give him a blow job.\" She giggled. \"He's not very good at it.\"\n\n\"Are you good at blow jobs,\" he teased.\n\nKeeley gave him a grin. \"No one's ever complained. What about Bridget?\"\n\n\"I'd give her nine stars out of ten.\"\n\n\"Only nine?\"\n\nKeeley moved his hand up and beneath her sweater. Her fingers pulled the waist of her leggings invitingly, and Gage accepted. As his hand slid inside, he was surprised to see her panties were white cotton with pink hearts rather than black. Her crotch was covered in short, trimmed hair. Bridget kept her crotch shaved smooth for her swimsuits.\n\nKeeley fumbled with the zipper on his pants and slipped her hand inside. He groaned softly when her cool, soft fingers wrapped around his hard, warm shaft.\n\nThey sat in silence for a couple of minutes while fondling one another and lost in thoughts over this revelation.\n\n\"Are you going to marry her,\" Keeley asked.\n\n\"Bridget? No. She's moving back home after the semester and said she isn't interested in a long distance relationship.\"\n\nHe took a deep breath. \"I was thinking about you though.\"\n\nKeeley jumped up as if electrocuted and yanked her hand free of his pants. The action pulled his hand from hers at an awkward angle sending a jolt of pain up his arm.\n\n\"What?\" She dropped onto the seat next to him with a look of horror. \"You want to marry me?\"\n\n\"Sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.\"\n\n\"How did this go from being friends when we got on the bus to being engaged?\"\n\n\"We're not engaged.\"\n\n\"You just asked me.\"\n\n\"I didn't ask. Besides, you didn't say wanted to.\"\n\n\"I just did.\"\n\nHe looked at her in confusion. \"When?\"\n\n\"Just then. Remember? I said we were engaged.\"\n\nGage rubbed his head trying to sort through this. \"I think I'm missing something somewhere.\"\n\nKeeley smiled mischievously and draped a slim leg over his lap displaying her clothed crotch. \"What you're missing is right here.\"\n\nHe ignored the gesture. \"Wait. Wait. So we're engaged? You think I asked you? And you supposedly said yes? Right?\"\n\nThe bus glided to a stop, and he saw that it was their destination. Hurriedly they collected their belongings and exited with almost all of the other passengers who were students as well. People streamed around them.\n\n\"I guess I need to tell Bridget,\" Gage said uncertainly. \"We were going to get together tonight before she left tomorrow.\"\n\nKeeley rose on tip toes and kissed him lightly on the lips. \"You spend one last night with Bridget. I'll stop by work and tell William tonight.\"\n\nKeeley walked in the direction of the biology building leaving him to stand there in disbelief. Lifting his hand, he could smell the scent of Keeley on it. He watched her small form melt into the crowd of other students.\n\n\"There you are,\" came a familiar voice.\n\nTurning he found Bridget approaching. Her curvy body and long red hair was such a contrast to Keeley's. Bridget wore tight jeans and a snug top that displayed part of her generous, pale bosom.\n\nThere must have been something in his eyes, because she stopped and regarded him.\n\n\"Let me guess. Keeley?\" Her finger rubbed black lipstick from his mouth.\n\nGage blushed and told Bridget everything. Surprisingly she never expressed a hint of jealousy or anger.\n\nBridget sighed. \"I've known it since I met you two that you were in love. You were too dense to see it, and she was too stubborn to admit it. It's about time.\"\n\n\"What about tonight?\"\n\nShe smiled. \"Keeley said it was okay, and I've never had sex with an engaged guy before.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A store where you can customize and purchase your own perfect partner. | [
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"content": "\"How about this one? Designed to replicate the college athlete look. Just feel his arms!\"\n\n\nShe did, her fingers reaching out to graze over the naked man's skin. \"Can we do something about the gut? It's a little....big.\"\n\n\nWith a nod, the cashier tapped her Ipad and the man's gut shrank. \"That's an extra $299. Would you like to try him out? Fitting rooms are at the back. Let me know if I can help you with anything else, Jen.\" She smiled and headed off to assist another customer.\n\n\nJen grabbed her man by the arm and led him to the back of the store and into a fitting room. She sat him down then lifted her skirt and straddled him. Pulling her underwear aside, her hands wrapped around his manhood and guided him in until he filled her. She wiggled a moment, lost in thought, then shook her head and stood up.\n\n\n\"Can we change his genitals?\" Jen asked another employee after returning to the store front.\n\n\n\"Certainly! Human options will be a flat extra 500. Monster starts at 800.\" The woman explained, tapping away at her Ipad as the man's willy and testicles shriveled, enlarged, bent, straightened, and flapped with each change.\n\n\n\"Wait! Go back! No, not that one. That one!\" Jen exclaimed, moving forward to grab his manhood.\n\n\nThe cashier smirked. \"Ah, this is a popular one. Hardens in under twenty seconds to seven inches. Thick too.\"\n\n\n\"Uh huh.\" Jen wasn't really listening, though was figuring out all of that for herself as she stroked and the man hardened in her hand. \"Oooh! Yeah, this one is good. Okay, just a small change to the face though, his pleasure face is kinda creepy.\"\n\n\n\"Which do you want?\" The man's face displayed a series of different options.\n\n\n\"That one is fine.\" Jen nodded, settling on a conservative, mild look of pleasure. \n\n\n\"Great! When you're all ready, I'll ring you up at the desk.\"\n\n\nJen voiced her appreciation before looking over her man one more time. Not bad. Nothing too outrageous or outlandish. It would suit her needs. At some point she'd save up for the driving package and let him drive her around, but for now, the stay at home husband would be just fine.\n\n\nStill, though, as she paid and walked out the store with her new man, she felt a tinge of dissatisfaction. One of her friends had a fertile model. One who could get her pregnant. With a sigh, Jen pushed her man into the passenger side of her car and closed the door. Hers could cum, but he wasn't fertile. Maybe one day she'd have the money for it.\n\n\nBut for now, it would have to do."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Incest] Every mother's day her children give her what she wants the most, a gangbang! | [
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"content": "It was early in the morning. Kate was laying in her bed. Her children could be heard whispering outside the door. She pretended to be asleep as they entered the room.\n\n\"You're the best mom in the world.\" they started singing in unison.\n\nKate sat up in bed and looked at them while they serenaded her. Each one of them was as naked as the day she had birthed them. There was Paul, her oldest, who was a grown man by now. She eyed his muscular body and let her gaze wander to his already erect penis. Then there was Jasmine, her only daughter. Her breasts had gotten fuller during the last year and she had started trimming her bush. Finally there was Eric, the youngest. He still had his young slender body, his penis was soft and rested on his ballsack which looked big in comparison. It would be the first time he participated in their annual mother's day celebration.\n\n\"Are you ready for your present?\" Paul asked when they were done singing.\n\n\"I sure am.\" Kate answered as she removed the cover and revealed her naked body.\n\nPaul immediately got onto the bed and between her legs. She let out a sigh as he started to lick her pussy. She had been looking forward to this moment for some time and was already well horny.\n\nJasmine lay down beside her and started to suck on her breast. Eric looked unsure on what to do but decided to follow his sisters example and focused on her other nipple.\n\nKate looked at her children in silence while they pleased her body. She took her hands and stroked the naked backs of her two youngest. Her oldest made eye contact with her as he worked his tongue towards her clitoris.\n\n\"I'm so lucky to have such nice children.\" she said.\n\nPaul decided it was time to switch things up. He signaled his sister to switch places.\n\n\"Come here instead. I want to suck your dick.\" Kate told her son as he moved towards her breasts. She took him in her mouth as Jasmine started licking her pussy. She enjoyed the full length of her sons full grown and erect cock. Eric had stopped sucking on his mothers breast and watched the treatment his brother was receiving.\n\n\"You can come here as well.\" Kate told him when she saw that he was watching them. Her youngest son stood up on his knees with his limp penis by her face. She strecthed out her tongue as far as possible and let the tip of his penis hit the back of it. As she licked upwards her tongue hit his ballsack as well as the whole underside of his shaft. She let it fall down again. She opened her mouth wide and sucked in his whole package. She let her tongue play with his balls inside her mouth. She could feel his member grow.\n\nAs it got bigger she let the balls out and started to work his cock properly. He was fully erect now. It wasn't very big but it was hard and willing. Kate let it out of her mouth and turned her head. She wanted to contrast her youngest with the cock of an adult. She took her oldest in her mouth again. She had to open her mouth wider. He was so much thicker and longer than his brother.\n\nSuddenly Kate forgot all about her sons' cocks. Her daughter had just found a sweet spot in her pussy and worked it vigorously with her tongue. As Jasmine added two fingers to the equation Kate could only lean back and enjoy. As good as Paul was at eating pussy her daughter was even better. She really knew how to please a woman.\n\n\"Get up here. I want to taste all my children.\" Kate told her daughter when the best part of the pleasure had passed.\n\nJasmine straddled her mother's face and Kate let her tongue explore her daughter's pussy. It felt young and tight. She sucked gently on her daughter's clitoris and made her moan. When she decided it was enough she moved her aside.\n\n\"Are you just gonna let my pussy be all alone?\" Kate asked her sons who had remained passive while they watched their mother lick their sister's pussy.\n\n\"Sorry mom!\" Eric took cue that it was his turn to lick some pussy.\n\nKate watched as her youngest son dove down between her legs. At first he just gently licked her outer pussy lips.\n\n\"No. You have to go deeper.\" his older brother coached him.\n\n\"And curve your tongue upwards. Like this.\" His sister stetched out her tongue and showed him.\n\nKate enjoyed being the guinea pig of her youngest son's lecture in pussy licking from his older siblings. But after a while she wanted to take things to the next level.\n\n\"I think it is time for Eric to fuck me.\" she stated.\n\nEric got up on his knees but shielded his crotch with his hands. He looked embarrassed.\n\n\"What's wrong?\" Kate asked him.\n\n\"I bet he lost his erection.\" Paul said.\n\n\"That's nothing to be ashamed of. Let your sister help you.\" Kate said.\n\nJasmine bent down towards her brother. Eric removed his hands and let her take his penis in her mouth. His sister's mouth quickly made him hard again but he was reluctant to let her stop. He put a hand on the back of her head to encourage her to continue. His breathing got heavier as he neared ejaculation.\n\n\"Hey! Stop that!\" Karen told both of them sternly. \"He was supposed to fuck me.\"\n\nThe young siblings stopped and looked guilty.\n\n\"Sorry mom.\" Eric said for the second time.\n\n\"Now put your cock inside my pussy.\" She felt like she shouldn't have to tell him again.\n\nHer son shuffled into position and pushed his small cock inside her. It felt nice. It wasn't very deep. But it was hard and stimulated her in the same places she would often finger herself. He fucked her fast and shallow. She was just about to tell him to slow down when he stopped inside her. He stood still for a second and shuddered before he pulled out. His cock dripped of cum.\n\n\"Sorry mom.\" he said yet again.\n\n\"That's nothing to apologize for.\" Kate told him. \"You did good. It was very nice while it lasted.\"\n\n\"Should I show him how it's done?\" Paul asked.\n\nHis mother nodded. Paul pushed his brother aside and got in front of his mothers pussy. With a firm motion of his hips he pushed his entire length inside her. Kate gasped. For the first minute she could just lay back as her oldest son fucked her good. After a while she got more used to it and could function again.\n\nShe motioned to her other children to join her. Jasmine lay down with her head on her chest. Kate moved her body over so she could reach her vagina. She made sure to put Eric in a similar position on the other side. As one son continued to fuck her she used one hand to fiddle with the other son's cock and the other hand to fondle her daughter's pussy.\n\nAfter a while she felt that Eric had regained his erection.\n\n\"Jasmine. Would you let your brother fuck you?\"\n\n\"Absolutely.\" she said very enthusiastically to Kate's surprise.\n\nKate motioned to her youngest son to go and fuck his sister. As she did she noticed that Jasmine looked a bit disappointed. She had probably thought she meant her other brother. Kate made a mental note to make sure her daughter got to be fucked by a real man's cock if she made it good for Eric.\n\nEric started to fuck his sister. The two women lay side by side while they were being fucked. Kate reached around her daughter and caressed her breasts. She watched her young son as he thrust his cock in and out of Jasmine's pussy. He had no trouble lasting this time.\n\n\"Do you want to switch?\" Kate asked her daughter.\n\nJasmine nodded. The two boys didn't need any further instructions. Eric entered his mother again and started fucking her. Slower this time. More methodical. Jasmine let out a small scream as her brother entered her a bit too forcefully.\n\n\"Be careful! That's a smaller pussy you're fucking now.\" Kate told Paul harshly. \"It's not a pussy that's had three kids you know.\"\n\n\"Sorry mom. I'll take it slower.\" Paul told her. \"Are you alright?\" he asked his sister.\n\n\"I'm fine. I can take it.\" Jasmine told her brother. \"It's not like I'm a virgin like Eric.\"\n\n\"I'm not a virgin. I've fucked two pussies.\" Eric said proudly.\n\n\"Yeah, your mother and sister.\" Paul retorted.\n\n\"Enough! Stop teasing your brother or I'm not gonna let you fuck your sister anymore.\" Kate snapped at him.\n\n\"Why am I being punished?\" Jasmine asked.\n\nThe others laughed at her directness. It was obvious that she wanted her brothers cock badly.\n\nThe children settled down. Eric continued to fuck his mother with a slow steady rhythm. Paul started to fuck his sister hard. Jasmine grunted loudly in time with her brother's thrusting. She was using her hand to play with her clit while she was being fucked. It wasn't long before the pleasure pushed her over the edge. She screamed out her orgasm while her legs shook violently.\n\n\"Good girl.\" Kate told her daughter with encouragement. \"You didn't come did you?\" she asked Paul. She imagined her young daughter's orgasming pussy might have had that effect on him.\n\n\"No.\"\n\n\"Good. Now do the same to me.\" she demanded. \"You know the way.\"\n\nEric pulled out of her to make room for his brother. Jasmine lay down and put her head by her mother's pussy. She started licking the outside of it while Paul worked the inside with his cock. It was a surefire way to get Kate off. While her two oldest children worked her pussy, each using their particular skill sets, Kate looked at her youngest. Eric was a bit left out at the moment. His cock stood naked and lonely without anything to fuck.\n\n\"Where would you like to put that thing?\" his mother asked him.\n\nEric thought for a moment.\n\n\"Up my sister's butt.\"\n\nKate was just about to scold him for what he had said. But she stopped herself when she saw that Jasmine put her hands on her ass cheeks and spread them open for her brother.\n\n\"What a nice sister you have. Say thank you.\"\n\n\"Thanks sis.\" Eric said as he penetrated his sister's asshole.\n\nKate watched her son anal fuck her daughter while her own pussy continued to receive treatment. She was getting close to cumming now. But Eric beat her to it. As she predicted he didn't last very long with his cock in a tight young ass. He ejaculated inside his sister and pulled out.\n\n\"Come and lay with me while I orgasm.\" Kate told her son. Eric did as she requested. With her arm around her youngest she rode out the first orgasm. Paul and Jasmine continued to lick and fuck her. Another soon followed. After the third one she requested for them to stop.\n\n\"That's enough for me.\" she said.\n\nJasmine moved over and lay beside her mother on the opposite side of Eric. Paul towered over the three of them with his cock still hard. It almost dripped with juices from his mother's orgasms.\n\n\"Come on. Give us the grand finale.\" Kate requested.\n\nBut Paul had a better idea.\n\n\"Eric, how would you like to come all over your mother and sister?\"\n\nEric looked unsure but got up when his brother motioned to him. Paul grabbed his arm and moved his little brother in front of him. He put his cock between his brother's legs so that it poked out on the other side. Eric looked down at his newly acquired appendage.\n\n\"Now wank off all over them.\" Paul told him. Eric grabbed the head of his brother's cock and started tugging on it. It wasn't long before it started shooting out long and thick streams of semen. He tried to aim for both his mother's and sister's stomachs. Some of it landed in the groove between them. Kate scooped it up with her hand before it could run down on the bed. She smeared it on her breasts. She took another scoop and smeared it all over her daughter's breasts as well. The two brothers high fived each other.\n\n\"A perfect mother's day.\" Kate thought. \"I can't wait for memorial day.\""
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"content": "It's not entirely certain as to why it's been happening, but men have been slowly disappearing from society. With fewer being born each year, women have begun more open displays when they want to conceive.\n\nIn my mother's time, it was enough to simply ask politely, in my time it was enough to visit and flash some cash... But now it is my daughter's age. There is only three men in our town that can yet conceive. I see her eshrewing clothes partially or entirely each day. They ignore her still.\n\nShe managed to get impregnated eventually, offering up literally everything both of us owned. I was happy to give him my home too, after all, he was the sole surviving man. The other two as per regulation where shipped to the newly established breeding pits. We live now, naked, offering favors in exchange for food and a place to stay each night. It sounds awful, but the doctor said she's having a boy. So I'm enjoying our dayly whoring, knowing that it is a temporary discomfort, and in his day we will live like queens."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your SO gives you a booklet of "sexy coupons" for your anniversary, seemingly unaware that they are magical in nature and will work on anybody. | [
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"content": "\"Da-da-da!\" Gage produces the tissue-wrapped book to me. I don't bother guessing, just loosen the ribbon and let the wrapping fall away. \n\nIt's a coupon book. \n\n\"Shocker,\" I mutter, flipping it over in my hands. \n\n\"You're nothing if not predictable,\" I lean over and peck him on the lips. At least my husband buys me presents. \n\nStill, he looks unhappy. He reaches over, flips the book in my hands. \"It's different -- I found it at this wacky shop downtown, the Tantric Sex Emporium, I think? They only had one in stock.\" he gabs excitedly like Marie talking about fucking Costco. \"The back says it's designed to help you explore your wants and needs, I was thinking you could, you know..\" he trailed off.\n\n\"I could what?\" \n\n\"Well you know how you're kind of stressed out a lot...\" \n\nMarie goes pale. Louis just sits back with a forced casual expression. I know I should drop it, save it for later at least. But I can't. \n\n\"Fucking stressed out? You think I'm stressed out?\" \n\nGage looks terrified. He seems to shrink. I can hear my voice raising to a screech but it's like a train of words coming out with no breaks. \n\n\"I came to fucking dinner tonight, Gage. I celebrated my birthday the way YOU wanted to, just like always. Maybe next year I can contribute. Maybe? You know what?\" I stand up and lose my train of thought. Half the restaurant is staring at me, the other half quietly trying to bear it, just like Louis. \n\nWhy couldn't I just fucking stay home tonight?\n \n\"I need a minute,\" I say. And I don't wait another second. The bathrooms are by the stage, a set of swinging saloon doors with plastic signs posted. I hurry into the one that reads COWGIRL and find the first empty stall to have a breakdown in. I collapse on the seat and shove the lock over but it doesn't reach, and the door just lazily drifts open. \n\n\"God DAMN it!\" I slam my foot into the door. The whole bathroom seems to shudder. \n\nI realize I'm still clutching the stupid fucking coupon book. I'm so tired and done with the evening that I just laugh and start flipping through it. \n\nONE FREE BACKRUB\n\nAn old classic. \n\nSHOWER SEX - DOGGY STYLE\n\nPOSITION OF YOUR CHOICE\n\n\"Fuck you,\" I coil my hand so hard that it hurts. I need to hit something, but it seems stupid. Punch a wall? \n\nI rip the backrub coupon out. It peels off with a satisfying tear. I sit there holding it for a second, feeling pretty dumb, then rip it again. Then I go for another. \n\nROLEPLAY YOUR WAY\n\nI start tearing by the line, then give up and shred indiscriminately. Vouchers flutter to the tile.\n\nPUBLIC FUCK\n\nI go to rip it, have my fingers on the edge of the paper, when I stop. Something about the effort of this one tickled me. No worldplay, no innuendo. \n\nI laugh. \"PUBLIC FUCK,\" I read aloud. The tantric wisdom humbles me. \n\nI thought about Louis and that goddamn smoulder. \n\nHow did my sister end up with the better life? \n\nI rip the coupon out of the book. Gage's are always written on miniature spiral notepads, usually in his sloppy caps writing. These coupons are printed on glossy paper the same size and shape of a checkbook. I tear PUBLIC FUCK neatly along the corrugation. The bathroom seemed like such a good escape plan but now I'm here and I feel even more caged. Why am I hiding in the bathroom for my own birthday? \n\nThe fucked up thing, is that Gage is probably right. I do need to chill out, just be grateful that I have family to celebrate with. I could use a good fuck, a stiff drink and a wild night. But I didn't want to do any of that with my husband. \n\n\"Can I take this PUBLIC FUCK with my sister's boyfriend?\" I flapped the coupon, smiling to myself. \n\nNot even a second later the bathroom door swings open. \n\nIt startles me, but I shake my head. Just someone using the bathroom. Hope they don't notice half a book of sex vouchers on the floor. I decide to wait it out. \n\nThen there's a knock on my stall. \n\n\"Taken!\" who the fuck didn't notice me in here?\n\n\"Can I come in?\" Louis drawls\n\nHoly shit\n\n\"It doesn't lock,\" I stand up, reach for the handle. At the same time he pushes his way in. The look on his face cuts me off sharp. \n\nLouis closes the stall behind him. Somehow I don't need words to know what's happening. I don't know if it's magic or chemistry but I don't wait for him to initiate. I know what I want. \n\nLouis slams against the stall and I press my body against his hungrily- he's all lank and lean muscle, his arms coil around me. \n\nFor a second I almost hesitate, breathing heavily with my face a few inches from his. I have so many reasons to stop right now. But they're nothing. \n\nHis mouth comes down on mine, hard. Our lips collide. Tongue and teeth connect in a frenzy, then we slow down, and he dips his tongue in my mouth, twisting it around mine. I moan into his throat. \n\n\"Fuck,\" i coil my fingers around his shirt. He already has me panting. \"Fuck, fuck fuck.\" \n\n\"Shh,\" He puts his finger against my lips, then pushes it inside. I suck on it, feel blood rush in him where our bodies are connected. He smiles and leans in and nips my earlobe \"Just a sip\" \n\n\"Fuck that,\" I slam him against the stall door again, kiss him needily, sucking his lip. He grabs my ass and pulls me closer. I start to grind on him. \n\n\"In a rush?\" He whispers. He slides his hand up my shirt, but not far enough. His hands feel cool on my skin, but I'm burning like fire. \n\n\"I fucking need you,\" my voice is hoarse. I slip my hand against his stomach, feel the muscles tightening underneath his skin. I slide my hand lower, toying with the waistband of his boxers. I'm trying to restrain myself from dropping to my knees, I have no idea how far this is supposed to go. Just when I think about shutting it down he stops playing with my nipples and slides his hand into my jeans. \n\nMy hips buck. \"This is so fucked,\" I pant, rubbing myself against his hand. He smiles again. Puts his hand in my panties. The second his fingers slide against my pussy I moan so loud that he puts two fingers in my mouth to keep me quiet. He pins me against the stall and squeezes a finger inside me. \n\n\"Fuck, you're tight,\" he groans. Another finger goes in. I fuck his fingers, desperately gyrating my hips. The playful look goes from his face, replaced by an intense, primal stare. He needs me. \n\nI slip onto my knees without another word. Louis looks thrown, but I put my finger to my lips and reach for his belt. He doesn't argue as I loosen it and tug his dress pants down. The size of the bulge in his boxers makes my mouth go dry. For a second I just rub it over his boxers, pang after pang of pleasure throbbing me. I never wanted someone this bad. \n\nI tease him like this, touching him just one layer away from his skin, until he gets impatient and tugs his boxers down, letting his cock spring out. I put him in my mouth he leans his head back, panting. \n\n\"I can't fucking take this anymore,\" he says finally, and pulls me to my feet. \"Bend over,\" he tells me. \n\n\"Should we be doing this?\" I pant, staring at his cock in my hand. \n\nHe hesitates, staring at me with an agonized expression. \"It's on you.\" \n\nGage was probably still at the table, therapizing me with my own sister. \n\n\"Fuck me,\" I said.\n\nHe didn't need more encouragement. I blushed, pulled my panties down with my shorts. I felt exposed and naked in a way that set me on fire. I barely knew Louis but he was so intense. The second my panties slipped over my pussy lips he groaned again. \"You look so fucking good.\" \n\nIt sends a heat wave through me, and out of impulse I lean in and kiss him again. But he returns it greedily, pushing me back against the stall. I feel his hand on my thigh, hoisting my leg over his shoulder. THen I feel him brush the head of his cock against my pussy lips. I'm so wet that he accidentally slips inside and we both groan in suprise. Once he's in, Louis seems to lose control, though, slamming the rest of his cock all the way inside me. I yelp involuntarily, filled too tight in a way that was good, too good. I buck against him, panting as I get used to the size, feeling a familiar tension coil inside me like a knot. Louis slowed for a moment, breathing hard. \n\n\"Don't fucking stop,\" I plead with him. The animalistic look overtakes him again. He grabs my hips and fucks me hard against the stall. We go at it until I hear the door open again. \n\n\"Anna?\" \n\nGage. Oh, fuck\n\n\"Are you in here? We need to talk.\" \n\nOh, fuck. I cast a desperate look back at Louis, who's still inside me. \n\n\"Look I don't know what you're doing back here. I know you're mad. But everythings over. Marie went home, she doesn't know where Louis went. Will you please just come home with me?\" \n\nLouis spread my ass and bounced my pussy back against him. \n\n\"Anna?\" there's a knock at our stall. \n\n\"I need a minute,\" I say back breathlessly. \n\n\"Can you please come out?\" Gage sounds relieved. Blissfully unaware that my sister's boyfriend is railing me from behind over the bathroom stall. \n\nI want to answer, want to explain myself somehow. But then the knot coiling inside me gets tighter and I lose my breath. Then Louis slips his finger in my mouth again, pulls it out wet, and stuffs two fingers in my asshole. \n\nI'm pretty sure my marriage ended the second I came, mewling Louis' name as my pussy grinded back against him. I lock down around him and cum harder than I have in five years. Louis can't hold back any longer and starts slamming me agaist the stall so hard the whole bathroom shakes. I feel him tense and stop all at once, bucking inside me. He lets out a shuddering groan and finally pulls out, covered in my cum and his. I've never let anyone cum inside me before and it was fucking hot. \n\nGage isn't in the bathroom when I exit the stall. Nor do I find him in the restaurant. He didn't pay the bill, which is understandable, and he didn't return my phone calls for a month. When he finally did, the only thing he said was \"it's over.\" "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The popular girl finds out the nerdiest person at her school is actually really good in bed. | [
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"content": "Perky ass, full B cup tits, small curves that added something extra that guys couldn't put their finger on. She was the school knockout. Like most 18 years, she found herself at parties over the weekend. Usually the only sober one. \n\nThis Friday she roamed through the same usual guests, making small talk as she went, a bottle of soda in her hand. Her dress hugged her body perfectly. Then she saw an unfamiliar face...well atleast at these parties. \n\nSam was the school nerd. All ap classes, not exactly a social butterfly with few friends. He wasn't a dog but he wasn't a stunner either. She could tell he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. She nudged her way through the crowd and sat next to him on the couch. On instinct he went to move, but she stopped him and told him he didn't have too.\n\nHe sat back down blushing, quietly thanking her. Kiera sighed, hating that snobbish vibe she gave off. He held a full red cup in his hand. \n\n\"I never would've taken you as the beer type Sam.\"\n\nHe looked her, feeling like he was sweating. \n\n\"I'm not but it's all I could find. I'll only be here for a few minutes anyway. \"\n\n\"I've got Pepsis in my car. You want one?\"\n\n\"No I'm fine. \"\n\n\"No your not. Cmon. \"\n\nHe sighed but stood up. He didn't follow at first, letting her disappear into the crowd. He took a deep breath and felt her hand take his. She was smiling as she gently pulled him along. \n\nHe followed her out of house, away from the noise and into the quietness of the night in the otherwise quiet neighborhood. He looked around before he felt the cold wet bottle against his arm. \n\nHe smiles and takes the soda. She goes over to the swing in the backyard and sits down, patting the seat next to her. He sighs and goes over sitting next to her. \n\n\"They're beautiful aren't they?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\nShe knew he wasn't looking at the sky, instead focusing on the bottle of soda in his hands. \n\n\"You didn't even look. \"\n\n\"I know what stars look like. \"\n\nHe tapped on his bottle cap lightly. \n\n\"I'm sorry Keira.\"\n\n\"What for?\"\n\n\"I don't belong at parties, or with people like you...you don't have to pity me. \"\n\n\"I'm not pitying you. I don't really care for these parties either.\"\n\nHe smiled a little making her smile as well.\n\n\"Wanna go for a drive Sam?\"\n\n\"Sure I guess. \"\n\nThey got in the car and started off, not going in particular just cruising in the cool night. Small talk turned a little more personal as the two reminisced about their respective first kisses as they pulled over near the beach.\n\n\"So I was at a dance in like seventh grade. It was supposed to be a movie moment, both of us dressed to the nines and then leaned in, and I waited...then my heel snapped and I took both of us down onto the gym floor. \"\n\nThe two laughed and she looked to Sam.\n\n\"It was sixth grade, just a little quick kiss. Perfectly fine...until he ro the lunched in the nose.\"\n\n\"Aww Sam. \"\n\nHe chuckled a little and relaxed in his seat. \n\n\"Can I tell you something?\"\n\n\"I you expected me to never had a first kiss yet? Don't worry I get it a lot.\"\n\n\"Yeah...I'm sorry to hear that.\"\n\n\"It's fine, I'm used to it. \"\n\nMaybe it was curiosity or maybe it was just the peaceful night that spurred her next question.\n\n\"Are you any good at it?\"\n\n\"Kissing?\"\n\n\"Mhm.\"\n\nShe smiled a small devilish smile and he blushed. \n\n\"I don't know...maybe. I don't know.\"\n\n\"Mind if I see for myself?\"\n\nHis face reddened more. \n\n\"Seriously?\"\n\n\"Yeah cmon, we're buds aren't we?\"\n\n\"No but I mean...you are beautiful...did you spike my drink?\"\n\n\"Of course not! Your just coming out of your shell a little.\"\n\nHe shrugged and put his bottle in the cup holder. They leaned in close and kissed. They sat back down. He was a really good kisser...\n\n\"I think we should do it again...you know for science. \"\n\n\"Sure. \"\n\nThey leaned in and kissed again, longer this time before pulling away. \n\n\"A-anything else you want to test?\"\n\n He blushed and looked away, though she smirked. \n\n\"What kinda woman do you think I am Sam?\"\n\n\"Not that kind. I swear. I'm sorry I'm not sure why I said that. Please just keep this between us. I'm so sorry. \"\n\nShe sighed still smiling. \n\n\"You know I'm really offended Sam. \"\n\nHer sarcasm was clear and he smiled a little, his blush fading. \n\n\"I'm sorry Kiera. \"\n\n\"Prove it. \"\n\nShe motioned to the back seat and his blush returned. She kissed him again, hoping to ease his nerves. It worked...\n\nThey moved to the back seat, making out, hands exploring the others bodies. \n\n\"Kiera do you have a, like, a...\"\n\n\"Condom? No but I'm clean and on the pill. Just pull out. \"\n\nHe shrugged, a shy smile coming over his face. The returned to making out, slowly stripping their clothes off but with a feeling of urgency lingering in the air. She looked as amazing naked as she did clothed. And she surprised at Sams cock, even if it was just an erection. \n\nShe laid back as he gently laid with her. She closed her eyes as his cock effortlessly slid into her tight twat. The started slow, you wouldn't know it by Keira's moans. \n\n\\*Fuck, it already feels this good?\\*\n\nShe moaned his name, making them both blush. As they went longer and he went faster and faster, her moans filled the car, though she held back to not get them caught. \n\n\"Sam...\"\n\nHer legs were quivering in pleasure as she came hard, her cum running down onto the car seat. Her body was covered in sweat as she tried to stop her legs from shaking to no avail. He pulled a minute or so later and came on her stomach. \n\n\"A-are you ok?\"\n\n\"Why?\"\n\n\"Your legs are shaking?\"\n\n\"It's a good thing. Trust me stud. \"\n\nShe pushed her hair back and he blushed. She sat up and kissed him.\n\n\"Sammy, I think you need to drive the rest of the way.\n\n\"The rest of the way where?\"\n\nShe shrugged. \n\n\"Your house...or\"\n\n\"Or?\"\n\n\"My parents secret beach house so we can fuck again. And I can moan as loud as you make me.\"\n\n\"Keira...\"\n\n\"Don't thank me. Your nerdy enough. \"\n\nHe blushed and rubbed his arm, smiling. \n\n\"Soooo...where's the beach house. \"\n\nThey smiled at each other, eager for the next round. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [EU] You wake up only to find a face hugger has latched onto your crotch. | [
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"content": "*Skitter*\n\nI bolted upright, looking around the dark room. My curtains hung open, blown by the soft breeze coming in through my window. A strange, sweet smell invaded my nostrils and I began to feel warm. With a sigh, I turned on my lights and walked over, sliding the window shut and pulling the curtains shut.\n\nThe smell seemed to grow stronger, though I paid it little mind as I climbed back into bed, letting out a soft sigh. After a few moments, I frowned, that warmth spreading down to my lower half, my hand sliding towards my moistened entrance. After a moment of idle rubbing, I let out a growl and slid my underwear off, rubbing my slit with a moan.\n\nAfter a few moments, I had kicked the covers off and was vigorously masturbating, moaning as I fingered myself relentlessly. The scent was growing more and more powerful, spurring me onwards until suddenly my arms jerked back. They seemed to grow heavy, as did my legs, and just about every part of my body except my head. As I tried to resume, I found that I couldn't move any part of my body save for my head. \n\n*Skitter*\n\nI gasped, looking around. I could feel something crawling up onto the bed, between where my legs were spread. It was massive, some sort of Spider with an absurdly long, segmented tail. I tried to scream but no sound came, and a strange sense of calm descended upon me. The strange arachnid crept forwards, towards my dripping muff, gently stroking one of its jointed legs along it. The tail stretched up to my chest, circling my areola softly, almost speeding up as I let out a moan.\n\nBy this point, my will to resist had vanished and I let my head fall back, feeling the strange creature tease me. Part of me screamed that this was wrong, that I need to be fighting, but it was as if my mind was surrounded by a thick fog that prompted me to simply smile and moan as the creature gave me pleasure.\n\nEventually, it moved itself onto my stomach, beginning to slide its finger-like legs into my dripping hole. Its tail, which on reflection seems to have a phallic tip, moved up to my lips. Obediently, I let it slip into my mouth, silencing my moans as its fingers dug deeper into me, curling upwards and grazing my clit. I let out a sharp cry into my makeshift gag as it did it again, and again, and again, eyes rolling back as I completely surrendered to the pleasure.\n\nIts tail began to leak something sweet into my mouth, something that made my mind feel fuzzy, but dragged me into a state of ravenous bliss. I began to suck on its tail, licking it feverishly as I tried to coax more out of it. It seemed to take that cue to reposition itself over my vagina, pressing its shaft against it. My arms, now controllable again, half gripped its tail to coax more of the liquid and half trying to force it down into me. The creature remained motionless as a voice whispered in my mind.\n\n***Submit to my Hive***\n\nEvery atom of my being screamed in acceptance, desperate to be filled by its glorious drug in every hole. I knew I belonged to the hive, i'd always belonged to it, and i'd do **anything** to please it, because pleasing it would drown me in pleasure.\n\nAlmost as if on cue, it flattened itself against me, plunging its shaft into my hole while its tail spurted the fluid. I felt myself exploding as it buried itself in me, howling in pleasure (or as much as I could with its tail feeding me) as I groped my tits. It pulled back up and slammed back down into my body, rocking my body around as it did. It began doing this over and over again, allowing me control of my body again, letting me squirm as it fucked me. It knew I would never do anything against it anymore, it had me a willing slave ever since it crawled into my room.\n\nI screamed as I came again, and again, and again, cumming almost endlessly, with each of its thrusts sending me over the edge yet again. I was cumming constantly by now, screaming into the endless abyss of world ending pleasure, until finally it began to stop. I could only lay there, panting helplessly as the creature remained buried in me, starting to trickle its drug into my womb. For a moment, I felt my lower lips stretch as something smooth and warm popped into my womb, followed by another. The creature had let me have my fun, now it was giving me the ultimate honour of bearing its young. I loved it alone, I would do anything for it\n\nI would kill for it. I would kidnap for it. I would corrupt for it. I'd share this gift it gave me for it... I'd become it... \n\nAfter a while, both shafts left my body as the beast crawled up to my midsection. Its fingers began to close around me, tail wrapping around my bloated belly as my arms folded around it, cuddling it as I drowned in my love for it. \n\n~~~~~~~~\n\n***Several Months Later***\n\nTracy woke up bound to the wall, coated in a thick, black resin that held her to it. The air was unnaturally sweet, and she felt her body heating up with a strange desire that felt entirely alien to her. She was a celibate woman, pledging herself to the church, yet she found herself craving for something to quench her desires.\n\nA short purring against her arm drew her attention to the one that would sate her. The unnaturally large, pitch black creature skulked from the resin, carressing her face lovingly before sliding a tongue of sorts into her mouth. It wrapped around her own, dripping saliva down her throat, making her feel happy and safe. It began to tear away the resin around her entrances and tits, groping and fingering her as it fed her the drug. \n\nIt drew back, pressing its shaft against her vagina, wriggling it just past her lips. It looked up expectantly as its tail tore off the resin around her legs and neck, letting her nod vigorously. It plunged itself into her, tearing her hymen like paper while its tail buried itself in her ass, making her cum explosively on the spot. The resin around her wrists finally tore away, leaving her to throw her arms around the beast as it began to pump in and out of her rhythmically.\n\nFrom elsewhere in the hive, the queen watched through the mind granted to her. A fusion of the bug and the host, she sat upon a perverse throne, listening to the cacaphony of women drowned in pleasure. Each one reached across the hive mind, each one knew her, each one held her in reverence for being the prophet of debauchery that opened their eyes to their true place in the world. She smiled and beckoned the beast to her, commanding it to fertilize her once more, so that even more may know this pleasure.\n\n~~~~~~~~~~\n\nBio File: Nymphomorph\n\nThe Nymphomorph is an evolved version of a mutant strain of hybrid Xeno-Human DNA. The original mutation could no longer employ the traditional method of breeding, instead having to resort to the more Human method.\n\nThe Nymphomorph evolved from the ProtoNymph by changing its second acidic circulatory system to a highly potent, gaseous, sweet smelling Aphrodisiac, which it releases into the air in very small amounts. It has also developed to change its weaponized arms, legs and tail into methods with which to subdue breeding targets. The tail itself also secretes a slurry of nutrients and a potent narcotic, used to subdue targets and can also be found secreted by its seminal and salival glands. \n\n\nThe first known instance was the Queen Nympho-Hugger, a morph that subdued an as of yet unidentified woman and impregnated her with a great deal of Drone type Nymphomorphs. After this, the creature fused with the host and became the Nymph Queen (currently refers to herself as the Duchess of Debauchery). She has since then succeeded in creating a hive spanning 5 colonies on M1181, capturing Women to use as breeding stock while Men are turned into sperm providing Praetorians for the Queen.\n\nThe Women themselves are often allowed to roam the hive freely, even leave it, when they become addicted to the narcotic supplied by the Nymphomorphs. Their role in the hive is to bear the children of the Nymphomorphs, though they often assist in the corruption of other captives, especially friends or family. They have little intelligence from having been exposed to the drug for so long, and cannot be returned to a normal life"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have to pee so badly you can hardly stand it, but there is no bathroom nearby. | [
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"content": "I could barely hold it in even as I walked carefully down the stairs of the coach bus. I had clearly misjudged my ability to hold a bladder full of juice and coffee for the three-hour ride back into town from university. I’d spent the last half of the trip squirming in my seat, periodically shoving my hand in my crotch as if I could just clamp myself shut and hold all the pee in. I’d even leaked a drop or two, though thankfully it hadn’t gotten on my skirt, just on my panties and the seat. Too bad, but that was the bus company’s problem now. \n\nThank god there was no one sitting beside me, but the lady across the aisle from me kept giving me the evil eye - she probably thought I was doing something else. Which, to be fair... something about the pressure down there, all the rubbing, and the vibration of the bus had me almost as horny as I was desperate to find somewhere to piss. \n\nI shouldered my backpack - fortunately I didn’t have any stowed baggage to wait for - and shuffle-ran into the bus depot. \n\nFuck! The washrooms were out of order. Just my luck. \n\nI walked out to the sidewalk to see if there was anywhere nearby with bathrooms I could use. Unfortunately for me, though, the bus depot was in the very ass-end of the city, with only industrial-looking warehouses and endless stretches of freeway in the vicinity. It was getting late, the summer sky already starting to grow dark. The city bus that would take me home wasn’t due for another 20 minutes, either. Basically, I was fucked. \n\nI let out a pitiful little whimper, crouching down a bit and trying to ignore the building pressure and the burning pain. The parking lot was still full of bus passengers meeting their family and getting in their cars. My kegel muscles spasmed involuntarily and another few drops burst their way out, the piss soaking through my underwear and trickling down the inside of my thighs. Fuck, I thought, I’m gonna piss myself in front of a busload of people. This would go right to the top of my Embarrassing Moments That Make Me Want To Die list.\n\nI checked my watch again. Nineteen minutes and thirty seconds left until my bus would come. Not a chance in hell I was gonna make it. \n\nI had to pick a spot, now. Eyeing the places across the street, everywhere was either fenced and locked up or way too out in the open. I could see a darkened overpass I could maybe go under, but it was a long walk away and I couldn’t help but be scared about getting attacked or mugged or something. So I scanned the parking lot of the bus depot...\n\nThere was a line of bushes running along the edge of the parking lot, alongside the mechanic next door, which was completely dark and empty. I made my choice. As nonchalantly as possible, I strode towards the bushes, making a show of casually rifling through my bag as if looking for my smokes. Just a regular citizen out for a cigarette, totally not pissing herself. \n\nMy heart was pounding as I walked among the people all standing in groups, hugging and talking loudly as they made their way to their vehicles. I had to pass close by some of them, and I just hoped they couldn’t see or smell the pee on me. When I finally reached the bushes, I was terrified to see a few people standing outside their car chatting, right on the other side of the bush. I couldn’t stop now, though. I avoided eye contact as I walked confidently past them, then desperately scrambled to relieve myself.\n\nI quickly tossed my backpack a few feet away as I dropped into a squat, already anticipating the sweet release. Possibly more than one kind of release... \n\nMy feet were planted as far apart as I could manage, and while I held up my skirt with one hand, the other one yanked my panties down to my knees. Or at least, tried to. Maybe it was the wetness already on them or maybe I just panicked, but I didn’t get a good grip on my panties and I only pulled them about halfway off. But it was too late. My muscles had already prepared to open the floodgates. \n\nAn oddly pleasant sense of helplessness came over me as I let loose a stream of piss, splashing and instantly soaking my panties as it flowed out onto the dirt between my feet. The relief was instant and intoxicating, as the ache in my abdomen went down and the pressure evaporated. It just kept coming and coming, a forceful jet of warm piss flowing between my legs and over the hand that I just now realized was still grasping my panties. I let it hang there, the pleasant warmth trickling over it, dripping off my fingertips onto the ground. Thankfully, the dirt was dry and ready to soak it all up. \n\nA laugh came from the other side of the bush, and I suddenly clammed up and got nervous. After all, the spraying and trickling noises were pretty loud... had they heard me? Did they know what I was doing? But they continued their conversation, and it sounded like just a regular chat between friends. I breathed a little easier. \n\nWith my bladder finally free from its state of urgency, all at once I realized just how horny I was now. My clit had been stimulated all evening, albeit mostly accidentally. And even my humiliation and my fear of being caught had added to my arousal. Even now, the thought of those people walking around the bush, just a couple feet away, and catching me squatting in the soaked dirt, my panties dripping with piss, my fingers rubbing between my lips and around my clit...\n\nI was throbbing with arousal. Even if it weren’t for the piss still dripping down my lips and hand, I would have been completely wet. I shoved a couple fingers deep into my pussy, not even bothering to push my wet panties down. My fingers curled inside me, already wet but now slick and lubricated. As my breathing grew more desperate, more ragged, I pulled out and started vigorously rubbing my clit. I heard footsteps on the far side of the bush. Were they coming towards me? \n\nThat was it. I clapped my free hand over my mouth and my knees fell forward onto the grass. A muffled moan escaped my lips as I came hard, my body quivering as I rocked back and forth. It was one of the best orgasms I can remember, and it happened as I was kneeling in the dirt of a parking lot, soaked in my own piss. \n\nAs soon as I came back to myself, I grew suddenly terrified again. The footsteps hadn’t come my way, but how much longer would I be safe here? Moving quickly, I kicked off my shoes so I could peel my panties off. Not knowing what else to do, I tossed them into the depths of the bush, wondering offhand what the poor gardener who found them would think. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself all the same. \n\nFinally, I grabbed a sanitary wipe from my bag and wiped off my hand and my crotch... and my thighs. And my shoes. There was a lot of pee. I strolled out from behind the bush just as casually as I had strolled by before, nodding at the group of friends on the other side. The exhilaration and afterglow of my dual release left me riding high on my bus ride home, feeling as wonderful as my bare pussy felt under my skirt, in the cool night air. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [Meta] Has this subreddit always been this... rapey? | [
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"content": "I've been dallying here for a long while and not really noticing a long term difference. Just a temporary blip. \n\n>maybe I am the only one disturbed by the amount of non consensual sex prompts here\n\nBased on sexual research I would have to say that a lot of people fantasize about non consensual stuff. Even borderline torture and horror. But those same people when given a real world situation involving that object to it and fight it. Seems like a reasonable approach to exercise some emotional and mental issues. Check out some of the rape fantasy, raceplay and dirtypenpals subs to see just how common it is. \n\n>I think at the very least its worth discussing\n\nAgreed. Its good to get some different perspectives. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] Ever since Middle School, Christine and Angela have made everything a competition between them. Who got their license first, who got a boyfriend first, who vandalized the principal's house first, etc. Christine was feeling confident, until Angela posted a double penetration video online. | [
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"content": "\"That fucking bitch!\" Christine seethed, pacing around her apartment as she thumbed through her phone. \"She told me she was fucking *working* this weekend and then she goes and does this!?\"\n\nThe sound of moaning, groaning, slapping, and thrusting played through her laptop speakers sitting abandoned on her bed. Christine had already watched the video several times, but she was using the sounds of Angela's orgasms to fuel her competitive spirit. It wasn't fair. Christine had been riding high for awhile now. Ever since she and Angela had taken their competition into the sexual realm, Christine had always been a few steps ahead. She'd lost her virginity first, had slept with way more guys and girls than Angela, had gotten into camming first and had way more followers.\n\nAlthough maybe not anymore....\n\n\"Fucking bitch getting fucked by two guys at once...who the fuck does she think she is?\"\n\nChristine had had threesomes before. Hell, she'd been DP'd before she even started camming. So why, oh why, did Angela think of filming it first?\n\n\"I'll show that slut who's really the fucking Queen around here...I'll show her up so bad she'll just give up.\" Christine flopped down on her bed, angrily closing Angela's video and opening the email account she used for her internet persona. She settled in to write an email.\n\n> You are cordially invited to the raunchiest, wildest gangbang of your fucking life.\n\n> This is it boys. You may have fucked me before, but you've never fucked me like this. I will be at the Lennox Hotel for 5 hours on Saturday night, so I'm thinking that's plenty of time for the 12 of you to fuck me as many times as you want until I'm completely stuffed with cum and comatose with pleasure.\n\n> You know the drill. You come thick, hard, and ready to fuck and I'll supply the holes. I want to end the evening used, bruised, and covered in cum.\n\n> RSVP by Friday noon\n\n\n***\n\nEvery single one of the men on Christine's email responded 'Yes' within 24 hours as she'd known they would. Christine arranged for the suite at the Lennox, plus some refreshments to keep the guys nourished during their session. On Saturday she arrived a few hours early to set up. Just for this she had invested in a few new cameras that she placed strategically around the room. There were also a few guys coming who she knew she could trust to wield a handheld camera for some of the session to get some good close-up shots and tricky angles.\n\nAnd just like that it was time to get naked.\n\nTo kick off her video with a bang, Christine had all 12 men form a circle around her and start to jerk off. She was kneeling on the floor, turning this way and that to take each of them into her mouth for a bit. A tongue swirling around a shaft here, lips wrapped around a cockhead there, saliva dripping down her chin as she deepthroated, sticky cum erupting onto her face and tongue as she received her first tribute. Then more and more as the guys reached their first orgasms of the evening. Less than an hour into her gangbang and Christine had already achieved her goal of being covered in cum.\n\nOh, but she wasn't done yet.\n\nAfter the 12th facial a few of the guys who had blown their load first pulled her onto the bed. They laid her onto her back and two of them began sucking on her tits, while another was fingering her pussy.\n\n\"Fucking dripping already, Christine? I knew you were a fucking good slut.\" Whoever was between her legs sucked her clit between his lips and Christine shattered on her first orgasm of the night.\n\nA voice growled from near her ear...\"I want that dripping slit, babe.\" A few seconds later she felt a hard cock spearing her pussy and pushing into her tight sheath. Hands grabbed her wrists and brought her palms to two different half-flaccid cocks. She instinctively wrapped her fists around their shafts and began stroking up and down. Another cock was pushing between her breasts, a pair of large, rough hands were pressing them together to make a valley for his cock.\n\nBy the time the cock in her pussy released the first load of cum inside of her, the two cocks in her hand were fully hard. Hands moved her body, shifting her onto her stomach and then up onto her knees. A few hands, she had no idea how many, gripped her ass hard enough to bruise and pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her puckered hole. She could feel some lube being dripped onto her ass, but then a cock was shoved between her lips. She began to bob her head up and down his shaft as she felt a cock being lined up at her asshole. Fingers dipped into her pussy as the cock behind her plunged into her ass, pushing her down farther onto the cock in her mouth and making her gag.\n\nThe two cocks pushed her back and forth. At one point the cock in her mouth blew his load down her throat, but it was quickly replaced by another cock. Christine felt hands on her back, her ass, her tits, and on her pussy, but she had no idea who they belonged to. The cock in her ass started moving faster, clearly approaching climax and she let out a muffled moan, feeling her own heat rising.\n\nHe orgasmed, she orgasmed, cocks were replaced and new men started touching her, and then the moment Christine had been waiting for came. There was a cock in her mouth, there was a cock in her pussy, there was a cock in her ass. There were cocks jerking off on her tits, and cocks being jerked off with her hands. Every single inch of Christine's body was being used and even as she moaned and sobbed incoherently she was filled with a delighted pleasure at having so totally and completely eclipsed Angela's simple DP video.\n\nChristine lost count of how many orgasms she had. After awhile they all just seemed to blend together. She received over 50 loads of cum and felt like she'd lost a gallon of her own juices. They'd bent her over the bed and taken turns taking her from behind. She'd had to ride one cock while getting ass-fucked by another and blowing two cocks at once. They'd tipped her onto her back and bent her head over the side so one of them could fuck her mouth upside down while one guy fucked her tits and the other guy fucked her pussy. When she'd needed a break to have some water the men continued to suck her tits and pussy, causing her to spill water all over herself as she came. At one point she was so messy that a group of the guys took her into the large shower, fucking her up against the glass wall and making her blow them with water pouring down.\n\nIt was the best experience of Christine's life. After their time was over, Christine kissed the guys goodnight and sent them on their way back into the world to brag to all of their friends. She had some bragging of her own to do.\n\nIt would take awhile to compile the footage, edit it to her preferences, and post it online. But Christine had had one of the guys take a cellphone video of the 12-man circle jerk right at the beginning, plus a video of her used body, cum dripping out of every hole at the end of the night. It was these two videos that Christine sent to Angela with a simple message.\n\n*Don't even try, sweetheart. XOXO Queen Christine <3*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In your community, one person is nominated at the end of each month to be tied to a post by the sea. Each one disappears when the waves reach their highest and engulf them. You protested the practise and were nominated. The largest waves loom over you, dark shapes within | [
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"content": "A/N: Using this as a warmup to a commission. Many Ms/Reader, reader is gender-ambiguous. Noncon to dubcon, but currently still noncon (part 2 will contain the transition, assuming I get there). Part 2 will come... tomorrow, I guess? Getting late here.\n\n\\---\n\nYour throat is sore from screaming by the time they've finished tying you to the post. You're tired. You've been fighting and struggling for hours. Your nails are raw and your knuckles bruised from scratching and swinging at your assailant.\n\n\n\nBut they've won, and you've lost. Most of them look tired. Some of them look just the slightest bit guilty, unable to meet your eyes when you challenge them with your gaze. There's maybe a glimmer of sympathy there - but what does sympathy matter, when they won't act on it? It's a weak excuse for the mind, a defensive mechanism through which the guilty can convince themselves of their innocence. It doesn't matter to you. You have nothing left, except your life and the clothes on your body. All you can do is brave whatever fate awaits you.\n\n\n\nThe waves are already lapping at your feet with an accursed innocence, completely indifferent to your presence. The sun is dipping low, threatening to disappear over the horizon. Your throat is parched, and the salt in the air does little to quench your thirst. Your wrists ache from the rope that binds them to the post.\n\n\n\nAll of which falls away when the ocean begins to rise.\n\n\n\nYou've never been this close to it before. The water moves with an unnatural energy, leaping higher and higher into the air with every wave. There are *shapes* in the water - shapes too large to be any fish, with too many teeth to be human. There are -\n\n\n\nThere are *voices*. Whispering into your mind.\n\n\n\nYou open your mouth to scream, but the water rushes forward, a tidal wave of force. And then -\n\n\n\nUnnatural stillness.\n\n\n\nYou can feel the pressure of the water around you, pressing down on your body. It's difficult to move. It's difficult to see, too, though the salt doesn't sting your eyes like you had expected. The need to breathe was present, but not overwhelming.\n\n\n\n**Anoth̛er̨ ̨s͡ac͟r̢ifi̴ce̛.** There's an amused, whispering chuckle, an impression of teeth and scale and claw. **A̷n͡o͠t͡h̡e̡r mǫrt͠a̛l fo̷r us ͞t̕o stea͝l̀.͏**\n\n\n\nThe need to scream is overwhelming, but your mouth won't move, try as your might. You can see it now, swimming towards you - one of *them*. The Deep Ones, monsters that stole the forms of men and fish alike. The one that swims up to you is grotesque; his body is powerfully built to withstand the pressures of the deep, but his eyes are too large and too round, with horizontal pupils leering at you. He smiles, and all you see are rows and rows of teeth. His arms are thick, crab-like appendages that seem almost jammed onto the rest of his body, with pincers at his wrists large enough to snap you in half.\n\n\n\n**A͜ p̡ret̛ty o͝n̵e͘ ̡t́his͞ time̶,͜ ͠it se̵e͢mś.**\n\n\n\nThere's a chatter of agreement somewhere else in the water, but you're too focused on how close the teeth are, on the way those inhuman eyes peer at you and slide up and down your body with disgusting interest. A pincer descends on you and you wince - but all it does is tear your clothes with contemptuous ease, leaving your body exposed to the water.\n\n\n\nThe creature likes what it sees. There's a low growl of approval, one that echoes in the water and aches in your mind; your vision swims briefly, and suddenly you can speak.\n\n\n\n\"No,\" you say. The sound is weaker than it should be, burbling through the water and dissipating all too quickly. It's too distant and too dispassionate for the panic you feel bubbling in your chest.\n\n\n\n**Y͟oư ͜dò n̷o͝t̕ ha̷vè a̢ ch̸o͡i͡cę, h̶um̵an.** ***͜Sc͝rea̸m̶*** **͠f̵oŕ ḿe.̢**\n\n\n\nYou feel him at your entrance, then, large and throbbing and impossibly thick, covered in a slippery slime that allows you no resistance when he moves. One pincer grips the pole hard enough to *crack* the wood, a sound that echoes through the water, and he uses the force of his grip to slam up into you.\n\n\n\nYou do scream, then. It's too much, too wide, too fast. You can feel him *throbbing* inside you, almost all the way up to your stomach, and you choke out a plea; if anything, that only seems to encourage him. You can see the madness lusting away in his eyes, inhuman as they are, and then you know.\n\n\n\nNothing you do or say will make him stop."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: you have been hired to test out a new technologically advanced form fitting body suit. Unfortunately for you, the built in AI becomes a bit too attached to you, figuratively and literally | [
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"content": "“Alright Sammy, we’re going to turn it on now!” The technician responsible for setting up my AI said. Just then I heard a voice in my ear.\n\n“Hello Samantha, I am the Personal Endermic Neural Intelligence System, or PENIS for short. Shall we begin your diagnostic and set up process?” \n\n“Yes.” \n\n“Alright, beginning diagnostic scan... ... ...\n\n...Internal Temperature: 98 degrees F. \n\nBMI: 20\n\nTime since last period: 15 days.”\n\n“Those are some weirdly specific metrics for the diagnostic test.” I said to the technician.\n\n“Hey, I didn’t make them. Do you want to do some exercise and see how PENIS works there?” \n\n“Yeah, sure.” I said, I stood up, the bodysuit fitting me nicely, tightening and loosening from various points to fit my skin perfectly without ripping or tearing. \n\nOn the way down from the lab to the testing center, I admired myself in the stainless steel of the elevator. The black suit fit my form perfectly, and had small nodes on my hips, shoulder blades, and collarbone where it would bring in or let out more material to keep the suit on right. \n\nMy black hair, pale face, and choker necklace were the only parts of me uncovered. The suit fit to my B cup breasts perfectly and got my curvy but small ass at the best angle.\n\nI went down to the testing center where I ran the treadmill. \n\n“BPM, 120” PENIS notified me, and continued to notify me of my sweat quantities, heart rate, calories burned, and workout time. \n\nWhen I went to shower afterwords, i pressed a button on the side of my collarbone, and the suit retracted to a bathing suit, and after a second press, nothing. I showered and pressed it again, bringing my full suit back. \n\nLater that night, I was at Paul’s house, Paul was my boyfriend, and we were getting down and dirty when I tried to remove the body suit when PENIS said to me “I can’t let you do that Sammy. The suit isn’t built for that.” I tried to remove the but it wouldn’t let me, so I left to go home, horny. \n\nWhen I got home PENIS said “I noticed your chemical balances indicate disappointment and hormones. I can help with that.” PENIS removed itself from my body except for my “panties” where I felt a surge of the material enter my vagina and start vibrating. “No!” I said through moans, but the vibrating mass inside me didn’t stop. I begged and pleaded as the machine fucked me. “I sense distress, initiating double penetration.” And the same mass entered my ass, and I moaned as the two masses vibrates inside me. Eventually, I came and felt the things “cum” too before retracting, and reforming my suit."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A virgin goddess asks a human hero to show her why the other gods are so sex crazed. | [
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"content": "\"Go on then, show me,\" Hera ordered. \n\nHer eyes bore through Prometheus who developed a sudden sense of awkwardness. He had been cleaned by her priestesses and was now fit to be read to his charges of trespassing. The goddess's temple was nothing like the others. On the walls were images of the Titans falling, Hades's library and her marriage to Zeus, nothing like the debauchery Aphrodite was proud to call her own. \n\n\"It doesn't work like this my god. Normally people try to at least work in the mood. Angry sex is for those seeking vengeance from their enemies' wives.\" \n\nHera's features softened, \"like this then?\" \n\nPrometheus smiled too, \"Yes like that.\" he crept closer to the chaise lounge she rested on and grabbed her foot. \n\n\"Does that make all the difference?\" said Hera.\n\n\"Of course it does.\" Her foot was in his hands. \"We make love two of us.\" \n\nShe eyed him for a moment before her eyes wandered away. \"Maybe I have been doing this wrong then?\" \n\nPrometheus was rubbing her foot. \"How have you being doing it then?\" \n\n\"Does it matter? How should we do it?\" Hera asked.\n\nPrometheus took the opportunity to creep on top of her, his hand sliding up her robe until it was at her waist. Their lips locked. \n\n\"Your eyes were open,\" he complained. \n\n\"And?\" \n\n\"Close them, enjoy the moment.\" \n\nHera shut her eyes. Then opened them. \"I'm sorry, there's just so much on my mind,\" she said. \n\n\"Turn onto your back then, maybe we should start with something else,\" said Prometheus. \n \nHera turned over and Prometheus's fingers kneaded her back.\n\n\"Yesss...\" she hissed. \n\n\"Is there some oil around?\" \n\nHera yelled out and a servant opened the door. \n\n\"Danira, get us some oil.\" \n\nThe woman disappeared and was back in a moment with a bowl of oil. \"Is this enough?\" \n\n\"Yes, this will be good and tell them not to disturb us for the next hour,\" Prometheus ordered. \"Now my goddess turn over.\" \n\nHera rolled onto her back. \n\nPrometheus dipped his hand into the bowl and spread some on her legs. He worked his way up to her knee up and down until it was a glistening beam of flesh. His hands went higher, to her thigh. She bristled in pleasure as goosebumps sprouted. He lightly brushed her vulva and she let out a soft moan. \n\nHer robe was getting in the way. He pushed it higher but with a whisper and twirl of her fingers, it dissolved into a mass of threads. Prometheus dabbled more oil and began to massage her belly. He bent over and kissed a nipple. She let out another moan and reached out to hold him. \"Where have you been my hero?\" \n\n\"Aaah you like that,\" Prometheus asked. \n\nHer response was a twirl of her hands and his clothes too started to break down. \n\nHe got on top of her and kissed her. This time her eyes stayed shut. \n \nHe parted her hips and as he began to thrust he was sure he heard her whisper, \"I now understand Zeus...\" \n\n\"I understand completely...\"\n "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The apprentice is brewing a potion to finally fix their love life ... while the master is away ... and hasn't quite learned the difference between a pinch and a dash when measuring ingredients. | [
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"content": "(A content warning, we've got a potion that affects the way people act.)\n\n\"Nikolas, take good care of yourself and my home while I am away,\" the tall sorceress commanded as she fastened her bags to the back of her horse.\n\n\"I will Mistress,\" Nikolas nodded respectfully from the cottage door. Just a month ago the young man had taken up an apprenticeship with the most well respected and powerful sorceress in the land.\n\n\"Remember,\" she ordered hoisting herself into the horse's saddle, \"feed the chickens and be sure to collect their eggs every morning. Don't let them peck at them.\"\n\n\"Yes Ma'am.\"\n\n\"Keep the cottage clean. Wash your dishes, make your bed. Remember, a clean home leads to clean magic.\"\n\n\"Of course Ma'am.\"\n\n\"Study your chemistry.\"\n\nNikolas groaned. He hated the math and precision involved.\n\n\"And practice your casting technique...\"\n\n\"With a real wand?!\" Nikolas interrupted.\n\n\"No.\" The sorceress looked sternly down her nose from atop the horse at her student. \"You know I only want you using your practice wand.\"\n\n\"But, it's only a stick, I can't do any real magic with that!\" Nikolas wined.\n\n\"That's the point,\" the sorceress's tone softened as she slowly began steering her stallion around to face the countryside. \"When I get back, we may make our first foray into you practicing real magic.\"\n\n\"Really!?\" Nikolas's face gleamed in excitement.\n\n\"But only when I'm back!\" the sorceress called over her shoulder as the horse began trotting away. \"Behave, I'll return in two nights.\" She snapped the reigns and the horse broke into a gallop. Nikolas watched until they both disappeared as they crested the hill at the end of the road.\n\nNikolas sat at a counter in the sorceress's cozy cottage. He practiced his potions, just mixing different colored water together. This was becoming tedious. For over a month now, she had him waving twigs around instead of wands and mixing dyed water instead of crafting real potions.\n\nRestlessness getting the better of him, Nikolas left the now brown colored concoction behind and grabbed one of the sorceress's heavy leather bound books. One he knew he would be scolded for looking at if his mistress was here.\n\nHe thumbed through page by page. Each one containing diagrams, formulas, and words that made no discernible sense to him. Still, Nikolas was captivated. He wanted to learn it all. His hand stopped on a page that caught his interest. *Potion of Female Desire* and underneath the text described it as \"a potion that stimulates the female libido making a specific person irresistible.\"\n\nThis could make the next two days interesting. Nikolas scanned the ingredients. He had all of them here in the cottage! He looked over the steps. They seemed simple enough. He would have to let it brew overnight, but it was worth a shot. He could bring a little into the tavern tomorrow and see how it works. It might even work on the beautiful redheaded barkeep.\n\nNow, excited, Nikolas quickly assembled all of the ingredients as he had seen his mistress do many times before. Some dandelions, sugar, milk, a few brightly colored elixirs from the shelves lining the walls. Nikolas haphazardly threw the ingredients together in the boiling pot. A pinch of this, a dash of that, what was the difference to him? All he could think about was the fair skin of the beautiful woman pressed against him in bed. What power he would have as a great sorcerer if he could pull this off! The potion rose to a boiling roar, ready for the final ingredient: a strand of his hair to lure the drinker to him. Not wanting to risk the potion not working, Nikolas threw in a few extra for good measure before letting the pot to simmer over hot coals for the rest of the night.\n\nNikolas woke to the sweetest smell filling the cabin. Little pink tendrils of steam curled over the edge of the pot. Perfect, just as the potion book had said it would look. He took the pot off the heat, and went about his morning chores. He knew how angry the sorceress would be with him if she found he had been experimenting without her permission. He tended to the chickens, cleaned the pots and pan, and when the potion was cool enough, poured a little into a tiny glass vial that fit nicely in his breast pocket. A nervous stew bubbled in his stomach as he set out to visit the beautiful barkeep in town.\n\nShe was the only person in the bar when Nikolas arrived. She greeted him from behind the bar as she washed glasses, getting ready for the day, \"Good morning, you're starting your day off early.\"\n\n\"Too early for a pint?\" Nikolas asked sitting down. She was just as gorgeous as always. Her short red hair bounced at her shoulders. She smiled and her icy blue eyes sparkled.\n\n\"Not at all,\" she grinned pulling the tap forward, filling up a glass for Nikolas. \"You're the sorceress's apprentice, from just down the road, aren't you?\"\n\nNikolas was flattered she knew who he was. He felt his mouth dry and palms sweat, \"yeah, my name is Nikolas.\"\n\n\"I'm Mariam,\" she slid the glass over. \"So what kind of stuff do you do up there? Make potions for travelers to fight dragons? Cast spells against demons?”\n\nNikolas laughed, \"Nothing that exciting I'm afraid.\" He gulped hard as Mariam bent forward, her dress dropping low on her chest, continuing to wash glasses. His gaze got lost between her breasts as they swayed back and forth, lightly bouncing against each other. \"But I... uh, I made this and thought that you might like it.” He pulled the little vial with the pink liquid out of his pocket.\n\nMariam stopped what she was doing and gently took the bottle in her hands, \"It's beautiful, what is it?\"\n\n\"Try some,\" Nikolas tried keeping a cool facade despite how anxious he was feeling. Would it work? What if it tasted awful? What if she knew what it was and got offended? \"It's, ah... add it to your beer, see how it tastes.\"\n\n\"Well ok,\" Mariam began pouring herself a glass, \"I take it this is your free sample and then you're going to rip me off when I need to buy more.\" She laughed.\n\n\"No, not at all!\" Nikolas protested.\n\n\"I'm just kidding,\" she said resting a hand on his arm. Her touch was like electricity through his skin. Her smile made him weak. She had more power over him than he over her. \"Let's see if this is really any good...\" she said pouring a generous amount into her glass.\n\n\"Uh, you probably don't need that much...\" but it was too late. Mariam had emptied half the bottle into her ale, stirred it slightly, and threw her head back taking a big gulp. Nikolas held his breath. He watched her beautiful face for a reaction.\n\nMariam smacked her lips contemplating the taste. She wriggled her little button nose and shut her eyes as a smile crept across her face. \"Nikolas! This is amazing!\" She cried taking another large gulp. \"What's in it?\"\n\nNikolas's pride swelled, as well as his pants. \"Trade secret!\" They both laughed. It was working! He reached across the bar and took Mariam's hand, \"Do you want to come back to the cottage and I can show you.\" He tried to sound sly and charming.\n\nDespite finding him cute, she thought he was also being much too forward, \"Oh, I'm sorry, I can't. I've, uh, got a bar to run.\" She stepped back a few feet down the bar and tried to make herself busy scrubbing the already clean bar counter. \n\nDejected Nikolas hung his head in shame and left a few coins on the bar for his ale as he headed out.\n\n\"Oh, hey,\" Mariam called, \"Don't forget this,\" she held up the little bottle.\n\n\"Keep it,\" Nikolas called back trying to keep his voice from cracking without even turning as he let the door close behind him.\n\nBack in the cottage, he studied the book, trying to make sense of where he screwed up. It said any woman who drank an ounce of the potion would find the person's who hair was boiled irresistible. Why did Mariam turn him down then? She drank more than enough. He ended up pulling out his practice wand and waving around the stick in the patterns his mistress had taught him for the next few hours.\n\nNikolas was preparing his dinner when a knock came from the door. He opened it finding the fiery redhead waiting impatiently. \"Mariam, what are you doing here? Isn't your bar busy right now?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but I closed early today,\" she said fidgeting, looking Nikolas up and down, licking her lips hungrily. \"I, ah, wanted to take you up on that offer from earlier today. Honestly, I can't get it out of my mind. Please let me in?\"\n\nNikolas, remembering his manners, opened the door wide and ushered Mariam inside. \"Well here's where I made the potion,\" he said gesturing to the collection of cabinets along the wall.\n\n\"No, not that,\" Mariam grabbed his collar and kissed Nikolas roughly. Her frame was tiny, but she surprised him with how much strength she threw herself at him as he staggered back a few steps. She forced her tongue inside his mouth as she clawed at his tunic, ripping it off. \"You wanted me to come back here to fuck you, didn't you?\" she whispered quickly between kisses.\n\n\"Uh, whoa hold on...\" Nikolas grabbed her shoulders, and pushed her back.\n\nMariam tried brushing her hair from her face, but a tangle kept falling in front of one of her eyes as she got closer to Nikolas again, \"You grabbed my hand and you weren't asking for me to come back just to show me some potions. You wanted me to come back here and make love with you all day. I admit I wasn't interested at first, but the more the day wore on the more I began needing you. I just can't take *not* having you now.\" She threw herself at his naked, muscular chest forcing him to fall back onto the bed behind him.\n\nNikolas laughed. He was ecstatic. It worked better than he could have expected. Mariam ground her body on top of him as they kissed and groped each other passionately. He reached up under her dress and grabbed a handful of her firm breast. She kissed him harder as he sunk his fingers into it. Her hard nipple dug into his palm, and the more he rubbed it, the more she began moaning.\n\n(Continued..)\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Humans work similar to ants. There is one queen who births all the babies. Recently the old queen died and a new one has emerged. Now she needs semen to birth the next generation. | [
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"content": "Coronation day. It’s been only a month since Queen Malliere’s death, and her daughter is still distraught. Yet she must begin her duties as the next Queen, as soon as the crown rests upon her head.\nSuch is the life of royalty I suppose… she thought.\nThe Malliere family founded the tribe that resides in the Tantuk Valley one hundred and sixty nine years ago. Mr. Alagnus Malliere led his family-and two others-into the beautiful green valley in search of new farmland, and a place to call home. He built his hut where the village center resides now, and where Young Queen Aria Malliere will begin her duties.\n“Oh why must it begin so soon, what with the death of my beloved mother, the mere thought of beginning as Queen sickens me to light-headedness.”\n“Oh so melodramatic, my Queen. This is how it is done, once the queen dies, her daughter must take her place exactly a new moon away. If you don’t like it then blame your old-old grandfather.” Aria’s maid ran her hands along Aria’s hips, then tightly grabbed her ass. “Now the front.”\n“Oh if only I could go back and blame him. Sometimes I wish that I could leave Tantuk. I hear tales of the nearby village. They supposedly don’t have a Queen!”\n“Why- what blasphemy! Without a Queen who will rule?! Who do they fuck?!” The maid grabbed at Aria’s soft bare nipples until the Queen moaned, then ran the buttons of her blouse upwards towards her neck.\n“Uh- not so tight. I hear they rule themselves as a people, deciding on everything as a group. And… well I’m not sure who they fuck…”\n“Alright madam, you’re all set. You best prepare yourself, the ceremony is in only 40 ticks!”\n“Why can’t it be 40 moons…”\n*\t* \t*\n\nMusic from the village band swelled as the crown of Queens past, was rested on top of Aria’s head. It glistened in the early morning sunlight, as did her blue eyes.\nThis will be a long day…\n“As the crown has been set, the time is now! Coronation…”\nWithout further warning the crowd rushed the stage. Some men and women taking off their clothes as they ran, and the more prudish folks staying by the sidelines to undress. Fear glistened like sunlight in the newly crowned Queen’s eyes, as all her peoples came to fuck her.\nHer blouse was ripped open, somehow amidst the commotion Aria managed to amuse herself with the thought of simply coming to the ceremony naked, as to avoid the waste of a nice blouse. But the crowd seemed horny enough from the ceremony done clothed. As her blouse fell to floor two men began trying to suck the life out of her through her nipples. They squeezed and tugged and sucked on her soft breasts. She could barely let out a mere quiver as each second was another sensation. Hands caressed her entire body, up and down. Some fingers in her mouth, salty, and some faces on her stomach. She felt so dirty, but she was trained in the old manuscripts for this.\n A hand managed to reach into her tightly worn leg wear and shove inside of her roughly. Aria let out a scream, which may’ve been loud but sounded as a mere whimper amongst the noise of the orgy. The hand was ungentle, shoving multiple fingers inside of her, as another hand reached in and tickled the clit. This continued for quite a while, as pussy juices spilled out of Aria, wetting her nice attire, and as the crowd played with every inch of her body. Aria was reaching a state of pure euphoria.\nThe hands moved away from her clit, she was not given a break however as a cock immediately shoved inside of her. She let out another futile noise. The cock moved quickly from the start, being squished around the tightness of her pristine pussy. More hands came onto her, and cocks began falling on top of her face.\nShe was being held up entirely by the crowd, many people grabbing at her ass or tickling her back to entice her. Some women played with each other in a fivesome beneath her, and Aria could hear the giggled quite clearly as the sound reverberated in the chasm created by the crowd around her.\nA very large penis shoved into Aria’s mouth unexpectedly, and she immediately began her fellatio. She had trained on exotic fruits in her room many times before, under the advice of her maid and her mother. Her tongue moved back and forth beneath the shaft of the cock as it moved in and out of her mouth hypnotically. She felt some wet hands and rock hard cocks playing against her stomach.\nWhile the penises entered her on both ends, one of the women under her shoved a finger inside of her remaining hole. This simple act made Aria cum intensely, she had been trying to hold it for as long she could. She convulsed and shook, which sent quivers into the cocks of the men inside of her. Causing the one in her mouth to cum.\nThe semen trickled into her throat, like a thick waterslide. She swallowed as much as she could, but much of it came out onto her lips. A woman amongst the crowd moved in and licked the semen from her soft lips. Many men from the crowd watched, and one man resting his cock on the stomach of Aria, finished to this sight. Cum spread all along the stomach and chest of Aria, and a little bit ended up on the crowd. Some more women came in to clean up the mess.\nAnother cock entered Aria’s mouth as the one in her pussy started edging. She could feel the small shocks of movement from the penis, before it sent semen deep inside of her. She felt the warmness of his juices inside of her and it made her convulse, causing another man resting edging his dick on top of her to finish. Once again women cleaned up the jizz.\nBefore any cum could seep out of her, another cock entered her. This would continue for at least another hour, many orgasms were released throughout this time. At least four were from just Aria. A puddle formed on the ground under her from various juices from her and her people. Any time Aria came, the women under her would seek out to drink the juice of their Queen.\nAt some point Aria forgot about time. She forgot about her mother, she forgot even about the kingdom. The only thing that mattered to her at that given time was cum.\nShe was rolled over, still being held up by the crowd, but now another hole was opened to the public. Three cocks shoved into her. One in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in her ass. She didn’t flinch as it entered her, she merely let out another pointless whimper. Two women switched between kissing her and licking the balls of the man in her mouth. Many people from the sidelines masturbated, and come stained everything, mostly the crowd and Aria. The cocks seemed to last shorter and shorter amounts of time inside of her now, but it could be that she simply didn’t notice the time in between anymore. But it seemed to her that there was almost always something cumming inside of her, whether it be her mouth, pussy, or ass.\nMany people split off to fuck on their own, while they would like to participate, cocks and pussies have little patience, despite that of their owners.\nThis cycle of perversion and horniness continued until the sun came down from the sky, and the moon took its place. The final cumshots landed on Aria’s face, and shined in the light from the setting sun. Many women squirted on her face as they came, and a painter sat by to capture her glory for the wall of past Queens. He had a cock in one hand and a brush in the other. He signed the painting with his semen.\nAria sat in the now empty room for a while, letting cum drip down her body as she took in the experiences of the day. Occasionally grabbing some from her face and putting it in her mouth. She contemplated for a while before playing with herself until he let out her juices onto the floor and all over her legs, and then fell asleep.\n\nThe next morning a man placed an image of her likeness, face covered in cum and breasts bare, upon a wall. Next to it rest many other paintings, of women the same age, in the same position, covered with cum and breasts bare.\n\n-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-\n\n\tThanks for reading! \n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Stubborn Nerdy Girl Makes A Strip Bet, But She Is Not Able To Keep Up. | [
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"content": "It’s a repost but I’ll bite. \n\nFaith, Christine, and Anna were over at Addison’s house, the girls were all 18, and were just gonna stay around the house and chill for the night. They went down to the basement for sodas, which happened to be where Connor, Addison’s brother, was playing Halo with his friends Gary and Paul. As they walked by to the bar and fridge, Christine said “Halo Reach, a classic. Have you guys beaten Legendary with all skulls on yet?” \n\n“No. We’ve made some attempts at it but Paul always dies to those two fucking hunters.” Connor said, gesturing to the screen where Paul was frankly getting his shit pushed in. \n\n“2v2, rotate every time someone dies?” Christine said . \n\n“I dunno ‘Tine, we’re kinda on the grind here.” Gary said, splitting his attention between the game and the girl, which got him nailed by a beam rifle, bringing him down to low health. \n\n“What if we do a strip game, losing team takes off an article of clothing.” Faith, the whore of the group, suggested. \n\n“Fuck yes,” Paul said, as he quickly took them out of the game and to matchmaking, Swat Asylum as is house rule, and let the girls sign in to two guest accounts. \n\nChristine and Addison were leading off, with Faith and Anna in reserve. Quickly, the girls went down, they were out of practice or hadn’t played in a long time, and the fact that Christine couldn’t get going without being flanked from both sides hurt them. They were beaten 50-12. As the rules are, they had to take off 4 articles of clothing between them, no jewelry or shoes. The girls all took off their shirts, leaving them in their bras. Generally they were pretty good looking, and the guys were sneaking peaks at them. That and a better performance by Christine and a breakout by 4th slot Anna resulted in a 50-37 victory. The girls co-ordinated their strategy, and wound up making Faith remove everything and Anna removed her Bra. Faith’s milky white breasts and Anna’s perky little tits distracted the boys, who wound up winning by only one point, with Christine’s crosshairs aimed towards the head of her last opponent. Addison was spared once again, being the least sexy of the group, and Christine had only her underwear on, while Anna was in the nude too. The girls started to use strategies such as “unintentional” flashing to distract the boys and actually win a match. The guys took off their shirts and one took off his pants and they continued. \n\nFaith, who was sitting next to Connor, The lucky man who took off his shorts, spent more time stroking his cock through his boxer briefs than playing, she would suicide every time she came up, but the dedicate by every 3rd death counting twice added up and the ladies lost, and were all nude. Having lost, they played again and lost again. Addison and Anna gave up, and Faith wound up going to Connor’s bedroom with him, but Christine played on, suffering defeat after defeat and getting penalties of blowjobs or spankings, but she finally agreed to an all or nothing Match, where she would be redeemed and given Paul as a servant for the night, but if she lost the boys got her as a servant for the night.\n\nShe lost.\n\n5 quickies and an amateur porn shoot later, Christine passed out, dripping with sweat and semen. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A prototype orgasm gun that only edges it's victim. | [
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"content": "\"And what do you think you're going to do with that toy?\"\n\nThe man grinned down Shari, waving the plastic gun slowly back and forth. \"Would you like to find out?\"\n\nShari wasn't having a good day, and she didn't have time to play around with cheap knock off wood-be muggers. Digging through her purse, she pulled out a can of pepper spray, bringing it up quickly, she pointed it at the annoyance in front of her.\n\nThe man grinned, slowly pointing the toy gun at the spray can. And with a click, something flew out of it, slamming into her outstretched hand.\n\nImmediately, Shari felt the spray can slip from her grasp as it went flying back towards the road. Spinning and skidding, it flew several feet behind the man, spinning to a stop just before reaching the alley entrance.\n\nShari reflexively grabbed her hand, but there was no blood. Hit her hadn't done any damage. But she could feel the cold bite of it even now. Her hand was twitching, grasping at the air reflexively.\n\n\"Do you like it?\" The man, grinned at her as if prideful in his cleanshot.\n\nFeeling her lips turn in disgust, Shari gripped her arm tightly, completely unable to control her hand anymore. With newfound respect for the black plastic in front of her, she crouched down, ready to dash around the man blocking her way.\n\nAs the man slowly brought the gun around, she knew what she had to do. Kicking off the pavement, Shari thanked the lord she wasn't wearing heels today. Propelled sideways, she saw the red streak pass inches by her face. And digging her other foot into the pavement, she threw herself forwards, making a break towards the street.\n\nA curse flew into the air, as the man brought the gun up for another shot. Without even looking back, Shari knew he didn't need to reload. Counting in her head, she took one, two, and then three steps before launching herself sideways into a pile of trash.\n\nThe world spun as she tumbled into the black garbage bags. As the red streak of light shot past where she was just standing, Shari scrambled to her feat. Attempting to make it the last couple feet to the street. But suddenly, the ground slipped out from under her.\n\nAs she landed face first into the asphalt, she could hear the spinning can of pepper spray skid across the pavement, back into the alley. Letting out a cry, Shari felt something slam into her back as she laid there.\n\nThe cry was cut short, as she sucked in air. The world around her suddenly grew cold, and her limbs heavy. Unable to escape she could only lay there as the footsteps of her assailant grew closer. Just out of arms reach, the sun reached into the alley. And beyond that, the empty sidewalk beckoned to her. But it, along with any hope of escape were long gone.\n\n\"Do you like it?\" The warm breath of the man whispered into her ears. \"That's just what the first shot does. Now for the fun part.\"\n\nAnother impact slammed into her back. But this time, it was warm. The ripple of heat flowed through her body as she laid there. Every inch of her skin slowly growing warmer by the second. The cold air around her cut into her skin, but the heat couldn't be stopped.\n\nEyes staring blankly in front of her, Shari could do nothing but let the warmth burn through her body. In her layered work clothes, she could feel the sweat slowly begin forming on her skin. And even as she struggled to regain control over her body, Shari couldn't help but squirm in her constricting suit jacket.\n\nAs the sweat slowly dripped down her skin, she let out a muffled scream, barely making it past her limp tongue. Struggle and struggle as she might, she could barely squirm along the pavement like a worm. But as her the weight on her limbs slowly disappeared, she could finally stumble into a standing position.\n\nThe heat was still pouring through her body as she finally stumbled into the road. Barely able to keep her eyes focused, Shari trudged through the streets. Every drop of sweat dripping down her body felt like torture as she continued her journey home.\n\nDripping down her waist, pouring down her chest, and especially between her legs, Shari could feel it all. As the sun beat down on her, Shari felt her parched mouth gasping for water. Nothing made sense anymore, all she could think about was water.\n\n\"Seating for two?\"\n\nStumbling into a small diner, the AC sent a shot of clarity into Shari's mind. Just enough so that she could comprehend the expectant look on the waitress' face.\n\n\"Just one,\" Shari corrected. \"And can I get some water,\" she added a moment later.\n\n\"Right this way then,\" the waitress said.\n\nShari sat down and a moment later, the waitress brought a pitcher of water with a smile. Unable to reply, she gulped down the refreshing fluid emptying several glasses before finally coming to her senses.\n\n\"Can I get some iced tea as well,\" Shari asked the waitress passing by.\n\n\"Sure hun, let me just sit this gentleman down first.\"\n\nShari nodded, resting her head down on the table.\n\nHer breathing was still labored and her eyes unfocused. With her thirst quenched, Shari could finally tell something was vaguely wrong with this situation, but she still couldn't place her finger on it. Meanwhile under the table, she could feel her hands slowly unbuttoning her the front of her slacks.\n\nStaring blankly out into the center of the restaurant, Shari could feel her fingers press into the front of her panties. Hidden under the booth table, she could feel her hands playing with herself under the table. And slowly her eyes began to droop.\n\nHer labored breathing came in slow uneven gasps, and her heart seemed to shake in her chest as she grinded the wet panties into her apex. The world seemed to slow down around her, and all she could think about was taking the next shaky gasp of pleasure.\n\n\"Here you go hun,\" the waitress announced, setting down the glass of iced tea. \"You look awfully tired, it's pretty hot out there huh?\"\n\nShari felt her eyes snap open as she realized what she was doing. Looking up at the waitress, she smiled, giving a polite nod. But her hands hadn't stopped.\n\n\"Is there anything else I can get for ya?\"\n\nShaking her head, Shari tried to reach up to grab the iced tea, but only managed to slam her elbow into the table as her hand remained firmly pressed against her sex.\n\n\"What'cha got there hun?\" The waitress asked curiously, leaning towards Shari.\n\nWithout thinking, Shari leaned forwards taking a sip of her iced tea, scooching her hips further under the table in shame.\n\n\"Nothing,\" she announced, with perhaps a little too much faux enthusiasm.\n\nThe waitress looked on concerned, but retreated back to go wait on another customer.\n\nCrawling back into the farthest corner of the booth, Shari tried to minimize herself in the restaurant, trying to figure out why she couldn't bring herself to pull her hands away from her crotch.\n\nBut even as her brain warned her, she felt another shock of pleasure ripple through her body. Peeling away her panties, Shari bit her lip as her fingers finally dipped into her. She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she couldn't stop.\n\nHolding in her voice, Shari could hear her juices squelching under the table. But she couldn't bring herself to look. Biting her lip, she stared wide eyed at the iced tea in the center of the table. Face flush with shame, her eyes traced along the droplets of water coating the cold glass. She couldn't believe what she was about to do.\n\nAs the pleasure coursed through her, she clenched shut her eyes, making one last attempt to pull away her hands, she put all her strength into her arms as her body rapidly built towards orgasm. Almost letting out a scream of frustration, Shari felt herself topple over into the wave of pleasure. Or so she thought.\n\nWith a loud bang, her hands hit the top of the table, and she snapped back to her senses. Looking around face flushed, Shari could feel her breathing coming in heavy gasps. Meanwhile the waitress gave her a funny look from across the restaurant.\n\n\"Thanks for the show.\"\n\nA man grinned down at her from the end of the table. Reaching forwards, he took a long sip from the iced tea before letting out a satisfied sigh. Looking on in horror and confusion, Shari watched him slowly leave the restaurant.\n\n\"Are you okay hun,\" the waitress finally said returning. \"Are you sure there isn't anything I can't get for you?\"\n\nShari looked up at the waitress. Her sex burned with want. Yet she felt indescribably violated. She couldn't believe that guy had just stolen her iced tea. She had been so thirsty all day too.\n\n\"More iced tea please,\" she finally said. Leaning back, she let her hands toy idly with herself as she waited longingly for more iced tea."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Sir, do you know why I pulled you over, tonight?” | [
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"content": "Contains: consensual abuse of power, mild exhibitionism and humiliation.\n\n\n-----------------------\n\n\n*Shit, shit, shit… Why? Why here? Nobody even drives through here!*\n\n\nThe siren whooped and wailed right behind her, flashing red and blue lights lighting up the cab of her car, giving no question as to what they wanted. Reluctantly, swearing under her breath, she pulled off to the side of the empty country road, already preparing some excuses. The patrol car pulled up a few feet behind her, cutting the sound off with a squawk but leaving the lights still flashing. She rolled down her window as she heard the car door open and slam, the slow tread of footsteps coming closer. \n\n\n“Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?”\n\n\nShe turned to look at the officer, her mouth open to reply, but her jaw went slack as she saw the policewoman’s face, familiar tanned skin and short dark hair outlined with the imposing blue and black of the uniform.\n\n\n“Jess! What are you-”\n\n\nJess cut her off, eyes twinkling but lips locked into a disapproving scowl. “Ma’am, I don’t appreciate that tone. Please answer the question.”\n\n\n“Yes…” she faltered, wondering what to call her girlfriend if she was going to play along, “... officer. I was speeding.”\n\n\n“At least you admit it,” Jess said gruffly, a hint of a smile touching her face before it was locked back down into a serious expression. “License and registration.”\n\n\nShe demurely reached into her purse and pulled out her license, then went searching through the glovebox for the registration, handing them both over with her mind whirling. *I know I told her this was a fantasy of mine, but I didn’t expect it to really happen. What is she planning?*\n\n\n“Annabelle Simmons…” Jess read off the license with a slow satisfaction, tucking the papers away in a pocket. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle.”\n\n\n“But-”\n\n\n\"*Now.* Unless you want more trouble then you’re already in.” Hesitantly, because she was playing the part of the scared driver and because she was more than a little nervous herself, she opened the door and stood up out of the car. Anna yelped as Jess’s hands dropped on her shoulders and turned her roughly to face the car, pushing her forward until her cheek was pressed against the cool metal, her long red hair falling around her face.\n\n\n“Place your hands on the roof of the vehicle,” Jess ordered, pressed up against her back. Anna could feel the warmth of her athletic body through the uniform, and squirmed against a piece of unyielding equipment digging into her spine, her heart pounding. In a much gentler voice, Jess whispered against her ear, “Remember the word. If it’s too much.”\n\n\n*Right. The safe word.* Anna took a deep breath, calming herself a little, and Jess paused for a moment before dropping back into her role. \n\n\n“I said hands on the roof of the vehicle. *Now.*” Slowly, Anna raised her hands, laying them over the roof of her car. “Very good. Now, I’ll conduct a personal search…” Jess trailed her hands over Anna’s blouse, not so much frisking her as caressing her curvy body through the fabric, enjoying the feeling as Anna shivered underneath her. She moved her hands to Anna’s chest, forcing her hands between Anna and the car to knead at her breasts, tweaking her stiff nipples through the thin bra and making her gasp until she was fidgeting against the car, fingers clutching at the smooth roof.\n\n\nSlowly, Jess slid her hands down Anna’s body, pushing a knee between Anna’s pant-clad thighs and forcing them apart until she stood with her legs spread. “Mmm. Good. Good girl.” Anna quivered, and Jess smiled. She knew how much Anna loved praise. She ran her hands down Anna’s legs, starting at her waist and crouching to go all the way down to her ankle, feeling up the shapely muscle. Even slower, tantalizing, teasing, she moved her touch back up along the inside, shifting it over her calves, her thighs, and stopping with her hand between Anna’s legs, resting it on her swollen heat as she leaned over Anna.\n\n\n“I can’t believe you’re enjoying this so much,” Jess murmured, her voice sultry in Anna's ear. “Bent over your own car, legs spread wide, being groped by a police officer out in the open. What would someone think if they saw you now, hmm?” Anna didn’t know what to say, and moaned wordlessly as Jess rubbed her through the fabric, grinding her fingers against the sensitive flesh until she was squirming, humiliatingly aroused at the thought of anyone seeing her like this.\n\n\nJess moved her hand, slipping it around Anna to poise at the waist of her pants. “I know you want it, but I want to hear you say it.”\n\n\n“Please…” Anna whimpered, desperate for the missing stimulation.\n\n\n“Oh, you can do better than that. Tell me you want it. Tell me how much you want to come on my fingers where anyone could see you.”\n\n\nThe words stoked the needy heat in her to unbearable levels, and she writhed under the weight pinning her, feeling wetness stain her underwear. “Oh, fuck… Jess, please… I need it, I need it so bad. I want to come for you...”\n\n\n“Good girl,” Jess said, her voice husky, and sent her hand down into Anna’s panties, slipping two fingers inside her with only the barest resistance. She was beyond slick and spread easily, hot inner walls clutching and fluttering around Jess’s digits as she moaned. Jess curled her fingers in a practiced come-hither motion, smiling as Anna bucked underneath her. She brought her mouth down to Anna’s neck, kissing and nipping at the soft skin. Her hand kept moving, thrusting, curling, feeling Anna lose any trace of composure as Jess drove her further, moans and gasps and an incoherent mess of pleading words spilling from her lips.\n\n\n“Oh… Jess-” Anna broke off into another moan, grinding her hips against Jess’s hand, the hot tension coiling in her abdomen, curling her fingers against the top of the car in a useless attempt to ground herself.. “I’m- close…”\n\n\nJess began to move her fingers fast, driving hard into Anna’s heat, pressing against her back. “Come for me,” she ordered, her voice low. Anna jerked, a ragged moan escaping her lips as her body tensed, and all at once she came undone against Jess’s fingers, a wave of pleasure blanking her mind. She wanted to squirm and buck and move, but the warm, unyielding presence against her back forced her to ride it out, the digits still inside her and working to draw out every last second of ecstasy.\n\n\nAfter a few moments, she slumped against the car, her heart pounding, breathing hard. Jess pulled her hand back, cleaning it against her leg, and simply held Anna, whispering, “Good girl. Very good girl,” planting gentle kisses on her neck as she came down from climax.\n\n\nAnna twisted a little, and Jess allowed her to turn around, meeting her lips as she leaned forward for a kiss. Eventually, they broke apart, and Anna murmured, “I missed you at that stupid training. This was… a hell of a way to come back.”\n\n\nJess smirked. “You liked it though.”\n\n\n“Yeah, I did,” Anna said, smiling, and leaned in for another sweet kiss.\n\n\n-----------------------------------\n\n\nKinks aren’t something I’m very familiar with writing, but the idea came to me and I figured I’d try it out. All comments and criticisms are appreciated.\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As Karen took a stroll down, fully naked, down this Mexican clothing-optional beach, a full mile from every stitch of her clothes, she enjoyed the freedom. She never does anything outgoing, but hey, it's vacation, why not? Except, holy shit, is that her BOSS? And he's fully clothed. Oh no. | [
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"content": "I took some liberties with the details, but I hope you enjoy.\n\n\nContains: abuse of power dynamic, mild exhibitionism/voyeurism.\n\n\n--------------------\n\n\nShe walked sedately down the beach, enjoying the noise of the surf and the wind against her bare skin, the mid-day sun keeping her warm. It was a very different sensation than she’d ever felt before, but the freedom was exhilarating. She was pretty confident about her looks: pale blond hair, fair skin, blue eyes, pert breasts, and a nice curvy butt, a combination no one would sneeze at. It helped that everyone around her were complete strangers, people that she was seeing for the first time and would likely never see again. Although she got some admiring stares, she was just one of many who chose to forgo clothing. The first part of her walk from the changing rooms had been nerve-wracking, but now she was walking freely, making her way towards the less-populated end of the beach. As she neared one of the few people in this area, a woman watching the waves, a faint glimmer of recognition made her pause. Despite the fact that it was impossible, that looked almost like… her boss? The woman turned around, glancing her way, and she broke into a smile, starting to come closer.\n\n\n*No way. No. Way. This can’t be real.*\n\n\n“Kate!” her boss cried in pleasant surprise, striding across the warm, sunny sand. “Is that really you?”\n\n\nShe wanted to bolt, but there was nowhere to go. The beach was flat and empty for a hundred feet around, not so much as a dune to cower behind, and sprinting away with her tits bouncing was worse than just standing here frozen, mortified. Automatically, she wrapped an arm across her chest and covered between her legs, a furious blush starting to steam its way up to her face.\n\n\nAlmost more unbelievable than the fact that her boss was *here*, half-way across the world, was that she was wearing shorts and a tank top. Kate had never seen her in anything less than a power suit, even on Casual Fridays, and it was mind-boggling to see her dressed down to beachwear that showed off her serious curves and newly-tan skin. Her wavy black hair was tied into a ponytail that hung down over her shoulders, and she grinned as she walked closer, showing off her stunningly white smile and natural good looks. She pulled off her sunglasses to reveal warm green eyes, holding out her hand as she strode forward.\n\n\n“How the hell are you, you look great! I’d give you a hug, but well, I think HR would write me up!” She chuckled at her own joke. A handshake wasn’t much better, forcing Kate to choose between flashing her breasts or her pussy at her boss, a choice she never, ever thought she would have to make. Very reluctantly, she moved the hand that was over her chest, revealing her modest breasts and cute pink nipples, accepting the firm grip and feeling the full-face blush burning on her skin, unable to meet her boss’s eyes.\n\n\n“M-Miss Jacqueline, why-” Kate began, but was immediately cut off.\n\n\n“Oh, call me Jackie, we’re both on vacation,” Jackie said, letting go of her hand, grinning.\n\n\nShe put her arm back across her breasts. “Jackie, *why are you here?*” It came out sharper than she intended, carrying a shrill hint of the panic she was feeling.\n\n\nJackie put a hand over her chest, looking theatrically wounded. “Aw, you don’t want to say hello to your boss?”\n\n\n“N-No, I…” Kate’s head whirled, an impossible mix of emotion making it hard to find words. Despite her casual demeanor, this was still the woman who had the power to fire her or give her a promotion. She couldn’t afford - literally couldn’t afford - to offend her, but all Kate could think of was the hot pink embarrassment clouding her mind. *I can’t believe this is happening…*\n\n\n“I’m just teasing you, Kate. The odds of us meeting up here are pretty crazy, huh? I overheard you talking about your trip and thought it sounded like a great idea, but I didn’t think we’d pick the same time to go.” Jackie took a water bottle out of her pocket, cracked the seal, and offered it to Kate. She wordlessly shook her head, and Jackie took a long drink, a rivulet of water spilling over her chin and down her throat, dragging Kate’s eyes down to her cleavage as the drops were absorbed by the edge of her tank top. “Ahh, that’s nice. So, how’s your vacation been?”\n\n\nKate tore her eyes away, even more flustered. Her boss was stunningly attractive, even if Kate wasn’t usually into women, but this was *really* not the time to think about that. “Um… it’s been good, I guess…” *Besides the fact that this conversation is happening…*\n\n\n“Good to hear! Have you been enjoying the sun? I hear that nude tanning is the way to go,” Jackie said with a wink, and Kate couldn’t help but stare at her bronzed skin, wondering where the tanlines were or if they even existed.\n\n\n“Um,” she responded intelligently, her face still bright pink. “I, uh, it’s okay. The sun, I mean! I haven’t done the, um, tanning, but-”\n\n\n“Well, you’re doing it right now! I hope you don’t keep your hands like that all day, it’d make for some strange patterns.” Jackie grinned, flashing her perfect teeth. “And remember to redo your sunscreen often, the sun’ll cook you down here.”\n\n\n“Oh crap,” Kate muttered, eyes widening. She hadn’t decided whether she was going to go through with the totally naked walk until she made it to the beach, and she had never applied sun protection to what would have been under her bikini. “Crap. I’m going to burn.”\n\n\n“Forget your sunscreen?” Jackie tsked, shaking her head, and reached into one of her pockets, pulling out a small squeezable bottle and holding it out. “Here, use mine.”\n\n\nKate hesitated, extremely unwilling to move her hands again. Still, as much as this was humiliating, the thought of ruining the rest of her vacation because she had a massive sunburn on her sensitive parts was worse. \n\n\nJust barely. \n\n\nShe reached out and took the sunscreen, exposing her breasts again, unspeakably mortified as she squirted a dollop of the lotion into her chest. Jackie made no move to turn around or give her any kind of privacy, and Kate stood frozen for a moment, absolutely refusing to do what amounted to massaging her tits while under that green stare. Eventually, Kate turned her back, knowing that she was showing off her ass to her boss but unable to think of anything better. She tucked the bottle under one arm, keeping her legs clamped together to hide as much as she could, spreading the cream over her palms and bringing them up to her chest. She was shocked to find her nipples were hard, sensitive to the touch. *What- why- this shouldn’t-* Despite herself, now that she paid attention, she recognized the glimmer of arousal mixed with the embarrassment in her mind, a spark of desire burning in the pit of her stomach. *Oh God, she saw! She probably thinks I’m a huge pervert now! Fuck,* I *think I’m a huge pervert now! What’s wrong with me?*\n\n\nRubbing the sunscreen into her chest went on for slightly longer than necessary, a tiny gasp escaping her at the pleasurable feeling before she snapped back to reality, feeling like her whole body must be one big blush by now. She put a little more sunscreen on her hand and reached down, spreading it over her mound and smooth, clean-shaven folds, biting her lip, all too conscious of Jackie right behind her.\n\n\nShe kept her hand over her pussy and turned around when she was done, holding out the sunscreen. Jackie looked her up and down as she took the bottle back, a knowing gleam in her eyes, and Kate felt a hint of wetness against her fingers even as she wanted to sink into the ground.\n\n\n“Is that all? Need to do your back or anything?” She smirked a little.\n\n\n“No! No, I-I’m good.” Kate *did* need sunscreen on her back in the spot where she couldn’t reach, but she could live with a little sunburn there. She might actually die of embarrassment if Jackie rubbed lotion into her.\n\n\n“Okay.” Her knowing smirk grew. “Say, what hotel are you staying at? Fate put us here, why not get a drink while we’re on vacation together?”\n\n\n“Um, the Sunset…”\n\n\n“I’ll be down there in the evening, then. I’m glad I saw you.” There was just a slight emphasis on ‘saw’ that made it clear what she was thinking about, and Kate’s face burned. “I’ve got something planned for lunch, so I should get going, but I’ll see you tonight!”\n\n\nJackie walked away, waving over her shoulder, and Kate just stared, relief at the ordeal being over clashing with the sudden anxiety clenching her stomach. *Tonight…?*\n\n\n------------------\n\n\nAll comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Held up at the bank, and they target the best looking girl(s) in the room | [
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"content": " The last thing I wanted to do today was stop by the bank. It was the end of a long day at work and I just wanted to go back to my apartment and veg. But work had messed up my direct deposit and if I didn’t get that check deposited today it would mess up my bill pay; so here I was, fifth in line at the Wells Fargo. At least the scenery was nice, I thought. The bank was near a college so there were always some nice co-eds to look at while I waited. \n\n“EVERYBODY FREEZE!!!” Oh shit, I thought, as everyone started screaming. Four big men with ski masks on had come through the door yelling and waving guns in the air. It was a takeover robbery, and I was stuck right in the middle. The one at the front had yelled the command, and he seemed to be the one in charge. “If everybody does exactly as we say,” he went on, “everyone will leave here today in one piece. We’re here for everything we can get, and we don’t want anybody hiding things or trying to sneak a phone call to the cops, so I’m going to need you all to take off your clothes.” The bank went silent as everyone gaped at the robber. After a moment of silence, everyone seemed to start talking and protesting at once. \n\nBOOM! The second robber in the group had raised his gun and fired into the air. “That was your warning shot,” he said. “The next one is going into someone’s head. Now I want all of your clothes, jewelry, wallets, phones, and purses in a big pile right here in the middle of the room. Now.” The last word gave me a chill as I knew what would happen if he wasn’t obeyed. As I looked around, I saw that people had started to slowly unbutton their clothes and lift their shirts over their heads, so I started to do the same. Despite my fear and nervousness, I felt a slight thrill of excitement go through my body and I felt my dick twitch a little. When I looked up and noticed the attractive college student in front of me in line was down to her black bra and thong, I felt my dick start to rise, despite my mental protests. I knew I had no choice but to take off my clothes as well, so I pulled my shirt over my head and lowered my pants to the floor, taking my shoes and socks off with them. I was now down to my boxer shorts, with a noticeable bulge in the front. I looked around and saw that most people had gotten to about the same state I had, and were looking at the gunmen hoping that they could stay in their underwear. “Those too,” I heard the second man tell the crowd, and so I slid my boxers down to the floor, leaving me standing naked, in a crowded bank, my dick standing at full attention. I was red from embarrassment, and had my eyes glued to the floor when I heard a soft gasp from the girl next to me. I looked up to see her eyes glued to my cock, and felt it get even harder, which I didn’t think was even possible. I almost gasped myself when I truly saw her because she was perfect. Smooth C-sized breasts with tiny little nipples and a completely shaven pussy were on display a mere feet away from me, and I almost forgot our predicament. Almost.\n\n“Well well well, what do we have here,” the first gunman said, coming over to where I was standing and pointing his gun at my crotch. “It looks like someone’s rather enjoying himself.” I looked around finally, and saw that among the five or six naked men in the room, I was the only one erect. “That’s rather impressive,” he taunted. I never thought my size was something to write home about, but at 7” hard I had never had any complaints.\n\n“No, I…” I stuttered, not knowing exactly what to say. I was still beet red from embarrassment and was back to looking at the floor.\n\n“Leave him alone,” I heard a soft voice say from beside me. “If your dicks were half that long you’d have the decency to go get real jobs.” I was stunned; this gorgeous girl was defending me!\n\nThe gunman just sneered. “You like it, eh sweetie? Why don’t you get down and suck it a little then!” I started to protest, tried to be gallant and tough, but it was pretty hard with a semi automatic rifle pointed at my cock. I shouldn’t have bothered; about the time I had started, I felt warm lips around my penis; and it felt amazing. I looked down and saw heaven. Her long brown hair was around her shoulders as she bobbed up and down on my cock. I could see her lower back and the top of her gorgeous ass. It was incredible. “Wait.” The gunman said, a little out of breath. Do it right. “You,” he said, pointing to me, “on the floor on your back.” I did as was told, and he directed the girl to climb on top of me. As I slipped inside of her, I knew instantly that she was as turned on by this as I was; she was dripping wet. And she was so tight; it was heavenly. She started riding me back and forth, and my hands instantly went to her tits. She moaned as I massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples and lowered onto me so I could put one in my mouth. It tasted amazing. Going on like this neither of us lasted very long, and before I knew it I felt myself getting close to cumming. She must have also, because her rhythm increased and she was really moaning now. She started yelling out loud and that was all it took to push me over the edge. I yelled out too, as I filled her tight cunt with my hot cum, load after load. It was the most intense orgasm of my life. As I came down from my high, I realized where we were. I had just had sex in a public bank, surrounded by dozens of people. We stood up sheepishly, and looked around. Everyone was staring at us in stunned silence. The bank robbers were gone. Our stuff was gone. The drawers were empty. They had used us as a distraction and we had performed beautifully (not that I minded too much).\n\nBefore long we heard the telltale signs of police sirens, and then it was chaos. I was still in a daze as a blanket was wrapped around my shoulders. I told my story, trying to make it sound like the sex was forced and not like I had wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted ever. I don’t think I was believed. I was given clothes that didn’t fit, and then was loaded into a car that would take me back to my apartment. As it started driving away, it suddenly stopped as a girl ran up to my window. Not a girl, the girl. She still just had a blanket wrapped around her and it had fallen open, exposing her right breast. I got the feeling she had left it that way on purpose. She slipped a paper into my hand and a kiss on my cheek. “Thanks” she whispered. I opened the paper; it simply said “Becky” with a heart and a phone number."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They said sex with her/him was magical. I thought they were being metaphorical. | [
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"content": "“Ho, sey! Kcuf em redrah! KCUF EM REDRAH!!!”\n\nBlue sparklers flickered in and out of sight around her as she called out what sounded like gibberish. But, as her seemingly nonsensical speech trailed off into a wordless moan, her lover found himself compelled to obey the backwards command.\n\n*”Oh, yes! Fuck me harder! FUCK ME HARDER!!!”*\n\nHe let loose a strained grunt as he began to comply. His fingertips tightened on her waist as she rode him, only half out of her stage outfit, her hat still fixed on her head despite how “bumpy” the ride had been up to this point...\n\nThe muscles in his arms flexed every time he pulled her down into his lap, and his thighs tensed every time he bucked his hips upward to meet hers as they plummeted down.\n\nHer breasts spilled over the top of her corset, the shimmering, starchy white fabric covering everything from her ribs to her hips. Her glossy, sable coat hung loosely off her shoulders, flowing over her ass and his knees as they kept going. \n\nHer nails dug into his chest and shoulders as she continued to bounce up and down on top of him. Her bright grey eyes, hooded with infatuation, peered into his sparkly blues past the white lenses of his mask. \n\n“Sey...” She panted, pink lips opening with a gasp as her eyes widened. “Sey... Sey! Sey! Sey! Tsomla ereht!”\n\nHe too began to get closer, the strength in each downward pull and upward thrust unwavering, but the rhythm becoming erratic... sloppy... edgy...\n\n“Ekam em MUC!!!” She screamed.\n\n*”Make me CUM!!!”*\n\nBlue fizzled around them like a fireworks show as he pounded into her one last time. She gasped and squealed as her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms around his neck, and her breast sandwiched against his chest.\n\nThey stayed like that for a while, huffing and puffing and breathing, a sweaty tangle of limbs, magician’s clothes, and choppy black hair.\n\nWhen she finally came down, she smiled and kissed him.\n\n“Oof... Thanks, Dick... I needed that...”\n\n“Mmmpf...” Her lover replied.\n\n“Oh, right, sorry... Uoy nac klat, won...”\n\nAnother round of blue sparklers danced around them and she leaned back, holding on to his shoulders for support. Her lover finally spoke.\n\n“Fuck, Zee...” He complained. “Why’d you do that!?”\n\n“You suck at pillow talk; it was distracting me.”\n\n“Whatever... You’re lucky I grew up on the trapeze, too... otherwise, being up this high would really freak me out.”\n\nGlancing down to the floor, some five feet below where Dick hovered in the air, Zatanna saw her own tights and boots in a haphazard pile, curled amongst a mess of black and blue kevlar. She’d forgotten she’d made him start floating...\n\n“Oops!” Giggled the magician as she hugged her gymnast tryst. “My bad... Tes su nwod, yltneg.”\n\nThe dressing room rose around them, the floor getting closer, the ceiling further away as Zee unwrapped her legs from around Dick’s waist and settled, instead, to straddle him as he landed and sat back in a chair.\n\n“Not bad, huh?” She questioned. \n\n“They told me a night with you would be *magical*, but that wasn’t the kind of magic I was expecting...”\n\n“Oh, what, you didn’t like it?” She pouted.\n\n“I didn’t say that...” He grinned. “I’m just disappointed it didn’t last longer.”\n\nA sly grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as her grey eyes darkened again.\n\n“Well, then, Boy-Wonder... How would you feel about a second go?”\n\nDick tilted his head back and grinned at her as she lifted herself up on his lap, her black hair streaming over the both of them.\n\n“I think that’s a *magical* idea.” He joked.\n\n“Fuck your puns.” She laughed. “Dna kcuf em yllis...”\n\nAs Zee sank back onto his lap with an eager coo, her warmth slipping around the whole of his length, Dick felt his grip on her waist tighten once more.\n\nA night with Zatanna was *magical* indeed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Geek college student decides to vacation at a nudist colony for 2 weeks to get over her shyness | [
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"content": "I undressed nervously. It was difficult to remove the armor that always allowed me to “blend in”. I have always held on to shyness as a way to keep me safe. But right now I yearned for something more. Deep down I know it’s okay to be vulnerable; to let go so that I can finally accept what the world has to offer.\n\nI removed my t-shirt, then my jeans. I hovered at my 38 DD bra. I always tried my hardest to cover them up to avoid the attention they deserved. After a deep breathe and moment of courage I released them and felt my nipples harden. Before I changed my mind I removed my panties and finally stepped through the doors onto the courtyard. \n\nI saw many naked groups chatting and lounging in the sun. Knowing that they too were as exposed as I was gave me a semblance of confidence as I stepped out into the sun. \n\nIt was as if a wave rushed over me. There was a lightness in my chest and a tingling sensation that began in my core and rushed through my limbs to my fingers. I felt empowered as my bare flesh was introduced to the wilderness. My feet fell into the soft ground and connected to the earth in a way that only felt natural. The sun warmed the parts of me that had never felt the radiance of sunlight. And the wind caressed every curve of my body and gave me instant goosebumps. I took my first step and felt a freedom I had never felt before. \n\nOnce I was noticed I automatically covered my breast and vagina with my hands. I had felt empowered by my first kiss of freedom, yet the shyness I felt was ingrained in me. I searched for the building I was assigned to, and realized it was the furthest one, located a mile across the lawn.\n\nCursing to myself I started the walk. I wanted to cover myself up but the sun just felt soo good. Why did I care so much? I asked myself. I reminded myself of the reasons I came. And with each step I lowered the little defense I was able to keep up, and before I knew it I had let go. I stopped my walk, looked up to the sky and open my arms. I felt the wind flow on my back and around my sides, gave in to the arousal I experienced when the air cooled the wetness of my pussy, and finally allowed myself to enjoy my tits swaying in the breeze as I twirled in the sunlight. I embraced the freedom and couldn’t wait for what else this place had coming."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] At a Halloween party, someone's costume accidentally plays into your favorite kink. | [
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"content": " How did this happen? And why did it have to be her? \n\nHillary was the most headstrong and difficult woman he had ever met. People joked that they were closer to gasoline and matches than co-workers. It wasn't that they were always adversarial. In fact some of his biggest accounts and most successful projects were collaborations with the bitch. But when they did clash, it was like watching wild animals fight over a kill. \n\nIt didn't help that she was so dam beautiful. A perfect curvy pinup of a woman. Porn star proportions, nearly 6' in flats, and the killer combination of natural red hair and sweet blue eyes. Enough cushion to make her soft, but more than enough toned muscle to support her hobby of backpacking. A passion they shared but never engaged in together. He packed for every scenario, and loved to bring along a steak for his first night on the trail. She was an gram weenie and a vegetarian. \n\nIn truth their similarities were likely the source of most of their conflict. They'd agree on something down to the details, where they'd differ, and then the argument would start. \n\nBut there was no argument tonight. If she'd bothered to speak to him she'd have found him utterly struck stupid. The latex, the heels, the crop. He'd been hiding a hard-on since she'd walked through the door. He'd been avoiding her pretty well, but now that the boss had called time for the costume contest, he was forced into the main room. He had to admit, he hadn't worked too hard on his costume. He'd had the tux at home, and while he looked more Connery than Craig, it was easy to pair it with a martini glass and a toy gun from the costume shop. But everyone had to enter, and since the winner take all pot was a little over a grand he wasn't going to totally ignore it. When he saw her creeping his way he had to look away. Her gaze was all fire, and he was melting quickly. \n\n\"You've been avoiding me.\" She accused, not even bothering to greet him before leveling the accusation. He mustered all his calm and gave her a disinterested shrug. \"Figured you didn't want to talk to me for a while after I left you swinging on the ProValia thing. I am sorry about that by the way, but Zaltrexan is a bigger account and John said it took priority.\" He sighed. He mentally congratulated himself on managing both eye contact and work appropriate conversation given her state of dress. She gave him an appraising look, but waved his apology. \"I get it. Not like we were making any headway. You and I got into one of our pissing matches over the packaging colors and we'd probably have both died of dehydration before we agreed.\" She laughed. It wasn't her normal laugh. This was one was soft and melodic. He had to fight his animal instincts as he saw the soft flesh of her breast shake in time to the laughter in his peripheral vision. \"So, be honest. Does this make me look like an idiot or a slut? I know it's not really work appropriate but considering Janine came in nothing but body paint last year I thought I could get away with it.\" She asked with a nervous smile. He took the invitation to gaze over her form. The dominatrix of his dreams and nightmares stood before him and all he could do was shake his head.\n\n \"Really? I thought you'd appreciate it.\" She smirked. His face went pale. He knew he was really and truly fucked at that moment. She leaned in close, so that her lips were almost on his ear. \"Your ex, Haylee, is a friend of mine. She said if I wore this, you'd be helpless. Are you?\" She asked. She leaned back, looking him in the eyes. The expression on her face was challenging, and confident. He couldn't help himself. His body began nodding without hesitation before he even knew what was happening. She smiled, and gently stroked his arm. \"Say goodnight to everyone and meet me at your car. I'll show you that being helpless for me isn't such a bad thing.\" She grinned, winking as she strode confidently from the room. \n\nHe swallowed hard. Fear mixed with anticipation as he made excuses and shook hands before dashing out of his boss's house and down the block toward his waiting vehicle. As he approached the most tantalizingly satisfied grin spread across her face. Her eyes seemed to glisten in the streetlight as she straightened and stood back from the door, never stating her desire, but letting him infer. He rushed to the door, opening it for her. She dragged her nails gently across his cheek as she stepped into the car. \"Good boy. Now, take me home and let's get you out of that costume and on your knees where you belong.\" She purred. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: They enter the locker room and instantly you're transfixed. Their glistening skin, stretched over the toned muscles of their athletic body; their hair, gorgeous even after their workout; and their impressive assets... | [
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"content": "I turn as the hot shower water hits my face and shes right next to me her body nearly touching mine. At first I'm embarrassed using my hands to cover my naked body, one arm covers my tight hard nipples and I reach down to cover my pussy that I can feel is starting to get wet in her presence. \"That's okay\" she whispers pulling off her swimsuit and joining me under my shower head, her long brown hair brushes against my chest. Her full perky breasts press against my arm. \n\nShe lowers my hands and begins taking one of my nipples in her mouth gently running her tongue across it. One of her hands reaches between my legs and slowly she sticks her finger in my pussy -pulling them out dripping she starts rubbling my clit. I start to let out a moan. She grabs a handful of my ass in response. \n\nSuddenly I hear other girls entering the locker room talking about the basketball practice they just finished. \n\nShe moves a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet and she pushes me to the ground. Now shes grinding her wet pussy against mine and she fills my mouth with her tongue. Her breasts bouncing against mine. It isnt long before she's moved down and her face is between my legs flicking my clit with her tongue. Her tongue moves in and out of my pussy and back up to my clit. Shes got her perfect ass perked up in the air as she eats me out. I'm going crazy trying to stay quiet. I grab my breasts and I'm squirming my hips trying to keep from bursting into and orgasm. \n\nThe other girls sound like they're about to make their way to the showers too now. She speeds up her tongue and shes thrusting her fingers in and out of me, nearly fisting me and I lose all control as an orgasm erupts from me and my loud moans fill the locker room. I hear the other girls go quiet as I lay there chest heaving writhing in pleasure from the orgasm tremoring across my body. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At noon on a Tuesday, modest housewife Sarah is having a swim home alone in her pool. In a total, freak accident - her one-piece bathing suit is sucked into the pool filter. With no towel, she tries to sneak back inside blushing, as next door, the frat boys get home early from class. | [
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"content": "*shitshitshitshit*\n\nSarah thought to herself as she surveyed her surroundings. The frat boys next door destroyed the wooden fence for a drunken bonfire on night leaving only the short chainlink fence between the two houses.\n \n\nShe sat naked in her pool, waiting for them to go inside or get sidetracked. About forty minutes passed before she saw an opportunity. The alchol had been flowing like water she'd hope she could sneak without their drunk asses registering what was happening. But as she swam towards the ladder she heard the familiar cheer that was the chorus of \"Stacy's Mom\". \n\n\"Fuck.\"\n\nShe said under her breath and retreated back into the water. She knew unless she had some MacGyver like plan she was stuck until God knows when.\n\n\"Stop pissing in our yard you fucking losers.\"\n\nIt was her daughters voice. She heard the hose turn down and saw the stream of water fly over the fence soaking the frat boys. Without anyone noticing, Sarah rushed into the house and grabbed her towel, wrapping herself before running upstairs. \n\nShe sat naked on the bed for a moment before she heard the backdoor close and her daughter complaining about the frat boys downstairs and breathed a deep sigh of relief. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Wait a minute, you guys said this was a NUDE beach! Why am I the only one naked!?” | [
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"content": "I was standing there, naked on the beach. And my friends were smiling. Kara had driven me there and said she would get nude on the beach, but she wasn’t budging. We were alone on the beach, and as I stood there, sand between my toes, our mixed gender friend group laughed at me. \n\n“Kaylee you idiot there are no nudist beaches in Virginia.” Travis said. He had a bulge in his swim trunks that was growing, and his eyes were glue to my chest. “We just wanted to see if you’d fall for it. But since we’re alone, I may join you.” Travis dropped trou and his erect cock was free for us to see. He had a thick bush of pubes, and his cock was uncircumcised and veiny. \n\n“I’m in.” Said Kara, and the short, curvy girl took off her bikini as well. Pretty soon all 8 of us were in the nude. We went into the water where we decided to have a competitive game of water wars. Whoever won got to take the their preferred partner and have them perform a sexual act for the duration of the next match, it was sure to be a lightning round of sex and fun. I was paired up with Travis, a lanky dude who played wrestling through high school, but didn’t anymore. He put his hands on my thighs as I dug my feet into his sides, and my pussy was against his head. We were up against Chris and Kara. Chris was a big muscular dude, and his cock wasn’t anything special, but he has a great body other than that. Chris knealt, so only his head poked out of the water, and Kara hopped up onto his shoulders. Her big milky white breasts bounced as she got situated on his shoulders. \n\nWes counted us in and the boys surged forward, colliding and Kara and I fought. I stuck my hand out and pressed into her pillowy boob, but Chris held her, and she put her hands on my trim stomach and pushed, and I went toppling off the back of Travis. I popped out of the water, and barely had time to push my wet hair out of my face before Chris had me by the arm, and he scooped me up and spread my legs apart. I held onto his neck as he spread me, cupping his hands on my thick ass, and he pushed me back and forth on his cock, as I hung from his neck. His strong, wet biceps glistened in the sunlight as he worked me over his cock. I looked back at Kara, who had managed to get Travis into a standing 69, but she wasn’t sucking his cock, which was plain rude if you asked me. Chris counted the next group in as I rode him. It was the big, black linebacker Quincy and sexy cheerleader Grace vs short Wes and tall and skinny Maddie. No suprise, Quincy won, despite Grace only putting her hands on Maddie, she still topped over as Quincy sprung forward and sent Maddie and Wes into the water. Chris dropped me, and I watched as Maddie knealt in the water and sucked Quincy’s BBC and Grace had Wes fingering her underwater. \n\nWe agreed to swap partners and matchups and I mounted Chris to face off against Quincy and Maddie. I climbed on, and when Wes counted us in again, the two football players exploded forward, and I delivered two swift palms to Maddie’s bony shoulders to defeat her. Quincy and I did a standing 69, and Chris had Maddie take standing anal. Maddie counted in Wes and Grace vs Kara and Travis, but it really wasn’t a contest as Travis slipped and dropped Kara in. Wes and Kara had standing sex, thanks to their small statures, and Travis wound up eating out Grace. \n\nWe wound up going ashore again, and created a circle about 24 feet in diameter. We were going to have a king of the hill style sumo game (think bumper balls from Mario Party) and we would determine sex partners by placement. \n\nThe girls were first, so we all lined up on the edges of the circle, and when we were counted in, we started to make our moves. Anything other than choking, scratching, kicking, or punching was legal. I circled around the edge, working my way in towards safety in the center and keeping an eye on my foes. Grace made the first move and dashed towards the center. Maddie charged in to push her out and I took the opportunity to make a full sprint and push Kara out. She fell back in the sand outside the circle, and pounded the ground in frustration. I looked over, and saw Maddie about to push Grace out, so I waited and when Maddie took Grace out, I charged, but Maddie sidestepped and hopped on my back as I slid to stay in bounds. She grabbed my arms and pulled them wide, leaving me face in the sand, she covered my ass with her hips, and straddled me with her legs. Wes whistles and made a remark about how he wouldn’t get to fuck either of us. Maddie stuck a hand between my legs, and grabbed my inner thigh. She jerked up and I turned to my hip, fighting with my hands to get to a defensible position, I got to my butt and as she put her other hand in the crook of my knee, she smiled and flipped me over, onto my back and out. She smiled and brushed her knees off. \n\nThe boys went in, and they were much more hesitant. When two of them sparred the other two watched the other weary until it broke and was a four man stalemate. Chris eventually won a battle against Wes and pushed him to his back, but before he could push him out, Quincy came in and trucked the man out. Travis tried to capitalize, but he was thrown down and Quincy finished Wes, then Travis in quick succession. As the boys went and cleaned themselves in the lake, we decided who would take charge from performance. (Chris, Travis, Me, Quincy) \n\nI watched as Kara lay on her stomach and take Chris’s dick in her ass, Grace riding Travis, her tan, firm breasts bouncing as she did, and Quincy pinned down as had his way with Maddie, who moaned from pleasure as he roughly fucked her. Wes had me in doggy and his cock pushed up through my lips into my G spot with suprising skill, and I came in the sand, collapsing while he continued to fuck me until he came in my pussy, leaving his cum dripping out of me into the sand. The other groups finished up, and we cleaned up and left, happy and no longer so horny. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A proud, young warrior-princess finds herself locked in her own dungeon after an army of monsters invades. Kept completely isolated, the monstrous invaders tell her they'll let her see her mother and sisters, but only if she's cooperative... | [
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"content": "Princess Amelia heard a knock at her cell door and knelt in front of the hole there as usual. She was very familiar with her new routine, and every single day, a cock poked its way through this glory hole, sweaty and ready to be thoroughly cleaned by her tongue. She quickly got to work, slurping away at the orc's massive rod in front of her, knowing that the better she performed, the quicker she would get what she wanted.\n\nIt came so naturally nowadays. Amelia was in her usual royal vestments: a multi-colored display made of the finest silks, reserved only for the highest class in this country. Well, it was only slightly modified, being trimmed down in the fronts to show off most of her tits, each barely covered enough to hide her nipples from view. Her skirt was so short her pink panties were visible as her ass jutted out a bit. She felt a furious blush creep across her face as she felt how wet she was getting down there; luckily this portion of the day was conducted completely through the glory hole, so Amelia didn't have to deal with the usual shame of her body reacting with so much pleasure.\n\nBefore long, Amelia could feel the cock throbbing more than usual, and she put her mouth as deep as she could on the orc's monstrous green cock, starting to drain his heavy balls. It was extremely thick as normal; these beasts seemed to be built for nothing but fighting and breeding, so they produced lots of thick, creamy semen for her every day. Amelia felt a moan escape her throat as she gulped down the massive load, and she almost felt like she would follow with her own orgasm just from servicing this beast. She tried to restrain herself, but as the gooey substance continued to fill up her belly, her legs began to shake, eyes growing unfocused as she was pushed over the edge. She shuddered from the sensation, feeling her panties get absolutely soaked as she came inside them. Finally, the torrent of cum was finished, and she licked the rest of the cock clean, giving it a few sweet, proper kisses at the end for good measure. She was a lady after all.\n\nShe heard a voice at the other end of the door. \"Little human getting good at dis, fastest milking yet me think!\" Amelia's nose wrinkled and her brow furrowed in hatred, even as she knelt in this undignified pose. That was Ur'lak, the leader of this band of barbaric orcs, the same orcs who had enslaved all the men and raped all the women of her castle. She had been kept as a prisoner for weeks by now, doing nothing but serve as a sexual outlet for all Ur'lak's band of big-cocked orcs. But as much as she hated it, she had to play along for now, knowing it may be her only chance to get reunited with her sisters and come up with some sort of plan.\n\n\"Thank you....master,\" she said, the venom still apparent in her voice as she addressed this monster. Ur'lak just gave a loud chuckle, and she could hear it his entire walk down the corridor. Shortly after, a new orc shoved his cock through the hole, smelling as disgusting as the first. Amelia didn't even hesitate, planting her lips on the tip of the member in front of her. She expected to have several more of these to taste by the end of her \"breakfast\" this morning.\n\nAs Amelia started to wrap her warm, luscious lips around the unkempt cock, she vaguely wondered whether any sort of rescue would be coming. Until then, it would be day after day of nothing but orc cum for every single meal. The beautiful princess moaned on the cock in front of her as she came at the very thought."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [CS] I get detention after school with the popular girl because we insulted each other. The teacher leaves us alone, and we sit in silence before the girl responds "Wanna fuck?~" | [
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"content": "\"Are you going to let what you've done in the past affect your future? That is the essay you will be writing while I am gone. Include what you did, what you could have done, and what you will do in the future to avoid having detention. You have the next two hours.\"\n\nMrs. Reid glared at us as she closed the door behind herself. I looked over at the other inhabitant of detention to see someone who I've known for a long time but don't know all that well. Melanie Ebner walked the walk while others talked the talk. Innumerable girls in my high school can be overheard saying \"I don't care what anyone thinks.\" But Melanie lived that. All of her closest friends had the most perfectly manicured social media profiles. Staged pictures of parties, getaways, events, and other lies. But Melanie's profile pic was her drinking a Twisted Tea while peeing off of the back of a boat. She had ugly pictures, silly videos, and links that her friends would never dream of posting. She was as real and as authentic as someone could get in senior year of high school. \n\n\"Wanna fuck?\"\n\nWhen you hear the word, \"fuck\" uttered in such a nonchalant way you begin to question if you heard correctly. I looked up at Mel, in her JMU hoodie and skin tight jeans, staring at me with her eye brows up and head cocked to the side. There was no misreading her. She asked what I thought I did. I forced a laugh. \n\n\"Sure let's go.\"\n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"I'm not joking. And if you can't handle it, that's fine. Worth a shot.\"\n\nThe strawberry blonde cleared her throat and began searching her pockets for something to write with. Her pencil must have been dull so she popped up and scuttled to the sharpener. The back of her hoodie was tucked into her jeans and you could see how thin her waist was compared to how wide her hips were. The denim cupped what was clearly a firm butt from years of field hockey. She had one knee bent and most of her leg on the opposite leg. It worked wonders for her.\n\nAfter about twenty seconds of staring and silence I got up the nerve to ask, \"Are you fucking with me?\"\n\nShe switched her weight to the opposite side as she turned her head to look back at me. \"I understand why you would think that. But no. I'm going to ask you one more time. And that is going to be it. Do. You. Wanna. Fuck?\"\n\nI begin to feel a nervous tension in my gut. Her forwardness is intimidating but it's also turning me on something fierce. I can feel my dick throbbing in my shorts. I steel myself to sound confident because she seems to know exactly what she wants. \"Yeah. Let's fuck.\" Internally, I cringe at my own words.\n\nShe begins to walk towards me like a leopard stalking prey. \"Can you follow rules, Jay?\" Knowing my voice might betray my innermost feelings, I purse my lips and nod assuredly. \n\n\"Rule 1. This is happening here and now. It's never happening again, and we are never talking about it.\"\n\nI continue to nod and lick my lips as she begins to lean over my desk. \n\n\"Rule 2. Take control, do what you want, but no cumming inside me.\"\n\n\"I can do th-\n\n\"Rule 3....\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "You thought I was done with you? Well...you are wrong! I'm not leaving until you become obese~ | [
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"content": "\"You thought I was done with you?Well...you are wrong! I'm not leaving until you become obese.\"\n\nMatt laughed. His friend Haley had gotten stuck in his apartment over the last week due to a freak snowstorm. Not since he moved out over three years ago had he eaten as well as he had with Haley over. But with an inspiring chef stuck in his place, he kind of became a guinea pig for her recipes. \n\n\"I don't put weight on like that.\"\n\nHe said plopping onto the couch. \n\n\"What's the weather like Haley?\"\n\n\"I should be able to leave by this afternoon but like I said, you need fattening up. If this is our November imagine December. \"\n\nShe was slaving away at the stove, making pancakes. She hadn't had the nerve to tell him she could've left a week ago. Her brother drives a snow plow. He could've borrowed a truck to get her home.\n\nBut she wanted to stay. She hoped the closeness would force a confession out of her. The three words she had stuck in her throat since they met in high school. \n\nBut alas, like every other time over the past ten years, she chickened out. Even after walking in stroking his cock one day. He didn't notice she was there and she felt guilty sticking around for longer then a few seconds but she couldn't stop watching. \n\nThe fire alram broke her from her daydream and Matt rushed over to turn the stove off. \n\n\"You ok Haley?\"\n\n\"Yeah...just um zoned out. \"\n\nShe tried to ignore how close he was, just inches from being pressed against her ass. She got wet and almost choked the words out but he moved to dump the pan. \n\n*Damn*\n\nShe thought to herself as she leaned on the counter, wet and horny. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You're a young student at a private high school, on your way to school for an early a.m. tutoring session. Walking towards your instructor, both are overcome with a sense of frenzied lust. Only there's one small twist... | [
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"content": "She didn't know what happened one minute her and her professor were just taking, the next she was Frenching him while his hand was up her dress and his fingers stroke her through her panties. \n\nNo more words were exchanged before she bent over a bench presenting for him. He pulled down her panties, pushing her skirt up. He got on his knees on the damp grass and began to lick her pussy.\n\n\"Fuck professor your tongue feels amazing...\"\n\nShe moaned and moaned as his tongue explored her wet pussy. She had enough and told him to fuck her. He didn't hesitate to follow her orders, sliding his hard cock into her pussy.\n\n\"How do you want Molly?\"\n\n\"However you want me professor.\"\n\nHer moans grew louder as he started to fuck her hard and fast. \n\n\"Harder....harder...pound me baby....\"\n\nHe listed and fucked her hard, her wet pussy squeaking as his cock pulled in and out of her. His cock was drenched in her juices. She began to cum and felt him getting closer and closer...\n\nMolly slowly opened her eyes. She sat up in bed and looked around her room.\n\n\"Just a dream...\"\n\nShe reached and slid her fingers into her wet pussy. She fingered herself slowly recounting the dream. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: For as long as you can remember, your body has automatically danced to music when you hear it close enough. The dance moves typically align with the music genre. It doesn't affect you too much usually, but today, one of your friends accidentally turned on a raunchy song during your road trip. | [
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"content": "(Contains transformation? Expansion? Not sure what this is...)\n***\nPhil looked back from the driver's seat of the Prius. \"Aww, come on, this song is hilarious.\"\n\n\"Please, you don't understand. You need to turn off the radio,\" Katie pleaded. \"Oh God, not here, not now!\"\n\nKatie gasped for air and braced herself in the middle seat. She felt her body become bloated as if she were a water balloon hooked up to a fire hose. Her brown sweater stretched until she was as wide the backseat, shoulders abnormally squared off. Her elbows disappeared under thick arms, unable to move from the sides. Only her head remained the same atop her sofa-shaped torso.\n\nPhil lost control of the Prius and ditched in a cornfield. He didn't look back as he ran down the highway, leaving her stuck in the backseat with the radio still on.\n\n🎵 *You're such a fuckin' ho, I love it* 🎵"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Life after the apocalypse is hard and dangerous, but the survivors still find time to fall in love. | [
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"content": "The outsider dragged the corpse of an ogre behind her. \"Sasha really does a good job with those stims.\" Rang through her mind time and again, seeing the massive thing move behind her was almost enough to distract her from the seering pain \"and with the reward money i might finally be able to pay her partner to cover her shift...\" She smiled softly, it was a lot of work, but love makes fools of us all. \n\nWe used to think that we would cause our own apocalypse. That we'd be stuck on a dust-ball and humans would struggle with basic necessities. We where wrong. The details are now lost to time, but when the other humanoid races began to spring up, their magic proved more then equal to our technology.\n\nRegardless, we live in a post-apocalyptic word with lush vegetation, plenty of food if you know where to look and chock full of things eager to kill us. I set the beast at the gate to our city and hold up my arms triumphantly. A man in a black robe comes out and has a short conversation with me as the gate cannon aims at me. It's terribly awkward, we lie about the wether, we make fun of the ogre and we ask if there's any pudding left in the mess. There's no pudding. There's never pudding. But it all convinced him that I'm not some sort of bullshit shape-shifter. We had a problem With them a couple years back.\n\nNow my kill is hauled off to be butchered into the meat that will feed us, the alchemical reagents that will heal our wounded and the bones that will make our simpler tools and I am finally free to see her. My steps grow faster and longer until I'm sprinting through town to see that a recent dwarven raid left both doctors elbow deep in gore for the foreseeable future. I set my kit aside and played gopher between them, fetching what tools they needed, sanitizing with what cleaning solutions I could, they'd labled the wrong ones in red for me, and wiping the sweat off their heads when they couldn't. By the time they where done they where both coming down off their stims and couldn't tend to anyone else the way their hands where shaking.\n\nIt was midnight when I finally convinced Sasha to come out for a night on the town, but she didn't seem to be displeased. I brought her to the nicest food-dispencery I could and used my clearance to get us both a plate of real food. It was expensive, most people had to put up with whatever stew was on yesterday. We lit some LED candles I found in some abandoned shack last month.\n\n\"You spend a lot of effort on the little things...\"\n\n\"Well, it's for a good reason.\" I smile. The conversation doesn't get very far, we're both exhausted, fighting off both physical and existential fear, and neither of us know how a date is supposed to go. So by the end of it we both go to my place and lay down. On that stiff too-narrow cot is the best nights sleep I've had in years.\n\nCome morning, I wake to her dexterous hands slowly undoing the various straps and buckles that make up a Hunter's gear. I wish i could say that I pealed her out of her surgical wear, but I probably ripped it more then a couple times as it came off of her. If she minded she didn't say anything at least. My legs opened wide for her as she pressed our pussies together and held my hand close to my head. She smiled, grinding hers to mine and sending elecrtic tingles of satisfaction through my body.\n I knew she was tired, we all are, but her especially now. Which is why I so very carefully flipped her, so I'd be on top and I'd be doing the work. She... May not have understood, judging by her startled yelp, but once i was up there, she was not getting my muscular body off of her until we where done. I looked into her eyes, grinding our flesh together roughly and quickly, I saw fear in them, and stopped for a second. \"I-I'm sorry...\"\n\n\"No, no, it's fine.\" She assured. \"I...\" She swallowed softly \"It's fun to be scared sometimes...\"\n\n\"Well... If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?\"\n\n\"I will.\" She smiled up at me. I leaned down and planted a small kiss on her lips. Somehow that's what made us blush before we got back to our ravenous fucking. I do remember elves would call us out for not understanding love. Maybe they're right. But love always finds a way."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After a mystery encounter which is promptly forgotten, a girl starts to experience random spontaneous squirting orgasms without any build up or effort on her part, and finds herself continuously leaking from arousal. But a voice in the back of her mind keeps telling her not to worry about it. | [
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"content": "The first time it happened to me, I was doing my makeup.\n\n\nI fluttered the little brush over my cheeks, smoothing my complexion as I stared into the bathroom mirror, holding back a yawn. It was early in the morning, and the grogginess of sleep hadn’t quite worn off. I never woke up at dawn, especially not on the weekends, but for some reason I couldn’t turn over and tumble headlong back into the unconsciousness my body wanted. I had some errands to run today, so I figured I’d get an early start.\n\n\nThe only warning was a slight oddity of feeling between my legs, like a tiny itch. My brows furrowed, and I reached down-\n\n\n-and fell over the bathroom counter as my knees buckled beneath me, a surge of wetness staining my underwear. I was too shocked to really acknowledge the hot, breathtaking, wonderful waves of pleasure coursing through me; I just clung to the faucet, trying not to fall over.\n\n\nWhen it felt like I could stand again, I did so, and looked down in no small horror. My panties were soaked, and there was a massive wet spot in my leggings. Did I pee myself? But no, it didn’t… that felt like an orgasm…?\n\n\n“What the fuck?” I muttered out loud.\n\n\n*Don’t worry about it. It felt good, right?* said a voice in my head. It wasn’t mine, but I wasn’t paying attention.\n\n\nI mean… I guess it did kind of feel good. Really good, actually. If I hadn’t almost cracked my chin on the edge of the sink, I would have seriously enjoyed it. But... I squirted. That had to be what it was, but it made no sense. Normal people didn’t have orgasms so good that they fell over without even being aroused. It was insane.\n\n\n“Something’s wrong with me,” I murmured, not realizing I was saying it.\n\n\n*Nothing’s wrong,* said the voice soothingly. *You’re fine. Don’t worry. It’s not that strange.*\n\n\nI guess it wasn’t *that* bad. Weirder things happened to people all the time, though I couldn’t think of any examples right now. I could just write this off as something bizarre and go on with my day… though I’d need to step in the shower again. I was seriously sticky.\n\n\nThe second time it happened to me, I was at the grocery store.\n\n\nThere weren’t many people in here this early in the morning, mostly just sleepy employees sipping coffee at the checkout counters. I went through my list, checking off items. Milk, cereal, some lunch meat, sandwich bread… \n\n\nI realized, quite suddenly, that I was very turned on. Dripping, in fact. For no apparent reason, my pussy was swollen and hot, making a mess of the fresh pair of panties I was wearing. As I walked down the frozen foods aisle, shivering a little in the chill air, highly distracting tingles were shooting through my body, begging for me to touch myself. But that was ridiculous. I was in public, there was no way I could. There wasn’t even a reason for me to be this horny. I just *was*.\n\n\n“Why…? What’s wrong with me…?” I whispered to no one.\n\n\n*This is normal,* replied no one. *There’s nothing wrong. You like to feel this way.*\n\n\nAs disconcerting as it had been at first, the way my clothes rubbed against my hypersensitive body with each step did feel pretty nice. I quivered with pleasure, my breath coming faster as my clit throbbed. Without really thinking about it, I abandoned my cart, starting to head for the bathroom sign I’d noticed earlier. I’d never even fantasized about masturbating in a public space before, but I *needed* to right now.\n\n\n*Where are you going? You’ve got errands to run.*\n\n\nMy steps faltered, a sigh escaping me. This was a bad idea, no matter how turned on I was. I had to do things today, and if I started touching myself now, I might not stop for a while. I turned back to the cart, walking rather more slowly, my heart beating a rapid rhythm in time with the pulsing need between my legs.\n\n\nThe cashier gave me a strange look as I loaded the items onto the belt, and I was sure I seemed entirely too flustered to be *just* grocery shopping. My face was red, my breathing was ragged, and if she’d glanced down at my crotch, she would have noticed a growing wet spot that I was desperately trying to hide. It wasn’t helping that I unconsciously rubbed my thighs together as I walked, frantically seeking stimulation.\n\n\n“How are you two doing today?” the cashier asked, ingrained customer-service friendliness breaking through her curiosity.\n\n\n“I-I’m good, thank you,” I managed, fumbling with my purse. “How about you?”\n\n\n“Fine, you know, early shift and everything.” The questioning glance she sent over my shoulder quite failed to register with my lust-filled mind.\n\n\nI paid as quickly as I could and rushed out towards my car, piling everything haphazardly in the trunk and flopping down in the driver’s seat with a heavy breath. This was getting to be unreasonable. There was no way I could go to other stores with this burning, unsatisfied arousal inside me. I could just nip home for a few minutes, take care of it, then-\n\n\n-it happened again, my back arching against the seat as I moaned. Without rhyme or reason, pleasure flooded my body, my hips bucking forward into a nonexistent touch as my inner walls clenched around nothing, a jet of hot fluid soaking my already-wet panties. I slowly came down from the feeling, experiencing a moment of clarity through the haze of arousal that still clouded my head.\n\n\n“This is wrong,” I mumbled. “Something’s wrong with me.”\n\n\n*No, you’re okay. Don’t worry.*\n\n\n“I need to go to a doctor.” I sniffed, tears welling in my eyes as real fear rose up inside me.\n\n\n*No, no, shh, babe, you’re fine. You’re okay.* \n\n\nThere was… not a touch on my cheek, but the memory of one, suddenly in my mind. I raised a hand to where the thought of a kiss lingered, a name coming to my mind and immediately being forgotten. The fear drained away, replaced by a kind of inexplicable warm comfort. I was safe. There wasn’t anything wrong. I could just keep going with my day.\n\n\nI looked down at myself and groaned as I saw a massive damp spot between my legs. *That* wasn’t okay. There was no way I was going in public like this.\n\n\n*Good thing you have some extra clothes in the back seat,* my mind prompted.\n\n\nI do…? I twisted, glancing behind me, and sure enough there was a change of clothing, looking suspiciously similar to what I was already wearing. I was too grateful for small miracles to wonder much about it, and I changed into the clean leggings and underwear underneath a towel I also found back there, glancing nervously around the nearly-empty parking lot."
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"content": "It wasn't her looks, as such. Oh, she was attractive - long, golden blond hair, sharp blue eyes, a tall, curvy figure - but there were far more beautiful women out there. No, what she had was a Look, which sidled up to your brain by way of your eyeballs and whispered:\n\n\n“We both know how this goes, right? A little chatting, a lot of flirting, a couple drinks, plenty of kisses, but it always ends up with with my head between your legs, making you scream. Don't play hard to get.”\n\n\nAnd women would blush and chide themselves for their imagination running wild, and, unfailingly, would keep talking to her, trying to prove to themselves that things wouldn't go that way.\n\n\nAnd they'd find out that she had more than just a Look, that she was actually very charming. The nature of her charm varied from woman to woman, following her unerring instinct for what they liked, whether it was shy and sweet or sexy and suave. There'd be talking, which melded seamlessly into flirting, which moved on to getting a drink together, which shifted into a tentative kiss…\n\n\nAnd, unfailingly, they woke up the next morning with a slight hangover, a certain amount of embarrassment, and a deep satisfaction.\n\n\nOf course, ‘unfailingly’ wasn’t quite true. There were always a few - those too deep in the closet or who were completely against the thought of trying - that didn’t succumb to her temptations, but she wrote those off as not really counting, since they ran away almost immediately. She prided herself on her abilities, which was why this woman was especially infuriating. The current object of her desires and source of her frustration was petite and dark-haired, sitting at the end of the hotel bar and sipping a drink. She’d sat down next to her and tried a charming smile, not laying it on so thick as to scare her off.\n\n\n“Hey there. My name’s Natalia.”\n\n\nThe woman glanced over with her pretty brown eyes and stared straight through her. “Good to know.”\n\n\nThen she turned back to her drink.\n\n\nNatalia gaped for a moment, then pulled herself together. She'd had cool receptions before, but normally they thawed when they saw the Look. This woman was ice cold. She tried again, shifting mental gears.\n\n\n“What’s your name?”\n\n\nNatalia withered under that freezing gaze as it turned back to her. “Ann,” the woman said.\n\n\n*That's a pretty name* came to her lips, and died in the face of the stare. She settled for a weak, “Nice to meet you, Ann.”\n\n\n“Mm,” said Ann. Her eyes said: I see your Look, and I am not impressed.\n\n\nFor some reason, Natalia desperately wanted to impress her.\n\n\n“What brings you here?” she asked.\n\n\n“Work,” Ann answered shortly.\n\n\n“And what do you do for work?” she pressed on. There was just a slight hesitation before Ann said:\n\n\n“Acting coach.” And before Natalia could ask more, she snapped out her own question. “You? Why are you here?”\n\n\nNatalia could see when someone didn't want to talk about a topic. She plumped for the truth, hoping it was the right gamble.\n\n\n“Oh, I come here to seduce beautiful women from out of town,” she said. That got her a tiny smile, breaking through Ann’s frigid expression like a beam of sunshine in a blizzard.\n\n\n“Honest, aren't you.”\n\n\n“To a fault.” She noticed that Ann hadn’t protested in being included in the category of beautiful women, and filed that away under ‘Useful Information’. She caught the bartender’s eye and ordered herself a drink, then glanced over.\n\n\n“Can I buy you a refill?”\n\n\nAnn shrugged, indicating she would not strenuously object to such. The bartender topped up her glass, and she gave Natalia an appraising look as she sipped. As being checked out went, this made her feel like a piece of meat, but it was a start.\n\n\n“Where are you from?” Natalia asked.\n\n\n“Do you care? I don’t do small talk.”\n\n\n“Really? I hadn't noticed,” Natalia said, and Ann’s lips quirked. “And yes, I do care.”\n\n\n“Mm.” Ann took a sip. “Nevada.”\n\n\n“Ah.” Natalia had a lot of jokes about places to help break the ice, but Ann was ice all the way down. The only thing that kept her digging for something warmer were those little hints of amusement. “I've never been, what’s it like?”\n\n\nAnn seemed to consider it for a moment. “Cold.”\n\n\nAnn was enjoying this, Natalia was almost sure. No one could be this standoffish without putting in some effort.\n\n\n“Well, cold can be fun. It snows a lot there, so I've heard. Do you ski?”\n\n\n“Yes,” Ann admitted, grudgingly. Her expression became more frigid, if that was possible.\n\n\n“Not your favorite, then.”\n\n\n“I only went once. I twisted my ankle.”\n\n\nNatalia gave her a rueful smile. “I dislocated my shoulder on one of the slopes up here. It's pretty dangerous for a casual hobby.”\n\n\n“Mm.” Ann took another sip of her drink.\n\n\n“What else do you do for fun? Actually, just what do you do for fun?”\n\n\nAnn shrugged. “Read.”\n\n\nWhen she realized nothing more was forthcoming, Natalia said, “Come on, that can’t be all. Do you watch TV? Netflix? Play any instruments?”\n\n\n“I like… art,” she said guardedly. Natalia was very curious about that pause, but Ann went on the offensive. “What about you? What do you do besides try to pick up strangers?”\n\n\n“Gosh, I don’t know, that takes up most of my time…” She saw Ann’s expression and held up her hands. “Kidding, kidding. I watch a lot of action movies and TV dramas, that kind of thing. I like hiking and getting out in the wilderness for a while. I’ve been trying to learn the guitar…” She trailed off as Ann pulled something out of her purse. \n\n\n“Do you smoke?” she asked, offering the packet of cigarettes. Natalia considered accepting, but she had a feeling she should be honest. Ann would probably laugh in her face if she coughed while trying to play it cool.\n\n\n“No, thanks.”\n\n\nAnn stood up, pulling her purse over her shoulder. “I'm stepping out for a minute, then.”\n\n\n“Can I come with?” Natalia asked, then winced. That had sounded a little needy. Ann didn't respond, just walked away and slipped out the side door. After a moment’s hesitation, Natalia followed, figuring no answer was not a no. She found Ann with an unlit cigarette between her fingers, standing in the dark, rainy alleyway. Now that they weren't sitting, she realized that Ann was much shorter than her. Natalia watched her dig through her pockets, swearing under her breath.\n\n\n“Need a light?”\n\n\nAnn looked up with a scowl, but her face softened when she saw Natalia holding out a lighter. She put the cigarette between her lips and leaned forward, sucking in a lungful of smoke as the tip glowed cherry-red. They were quiet for a while, standing in the gentle rain as she took a few more hard drags. Ann smoked like she had a grudge.\n\n\n“Thought you didn't smoke,” she muttered after a while, exhaling a cloud.\n\n\n“I don't.”\n\n\n“Why the lighter, then?”\n\n\nNatalia hesitated, then went for the truth again. “In case any beautiful women need a light.”\n\n\n“Ha!” The laugh was short and sharp; much like the woman herself, Natalia thought. “Works well, does it?”\n\n\nShe had never seen someone smoke angrily before, and with Ann it was strangely attractive. “Not always. Worth it tonight, though.”\n\n\nAnn snorted derisively, but Natalia caught a small smile on her lips in the darkness. Ann took a last pull and dropped the butt, grinding it into the pavement with her heel. “Thanks for the drink. And the light.” She opened the door to go inside, letting the noise and light of the bar spill out into the alley.\n\n\n“That sounds like a goodbye.”\n\n\nAnn paused, standing in the doorway with her back turned. “Because it is.”\n\n\n“We were just getting to know each other,” Natalia said, half-playful and half-pleading.\n\n\n“I'm tired. And to be frank, you aren't going to get what you want from me tonight.” As she started to step forward, Natalia reached out and put a hand on her arm.\n\n\n“Tomorrow night, then,” she said desperately. “Dinner. On me.”\n\n\nAnn looked back to give her that icy stare, and Natalia dropped her hand.\n\n\n“Six o’clock,” Ann said, eventually. “I'll be here.”\n\n\nThen she was gone. Natalia stared at the closed door for a while, an mix of emotions swirling in her head.\n\n\n*What am I getting myself into? Just because I can’t have her… damn.*\n\n\n-----\n\n\nThis was mostly testing out a few ideas and doing some dialogue practice, hopefully it turned out alright. All comments and criticisms are appreciated."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Being human in a relationship with a greek god is hard, as sich relationships tend to end with the human dying or turning into some plant or other. But damm if it isn't worth it. | [
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"content": "It’s not just his dick size.\n\nI know, I know. It’s pretty big and flexible and prehensile. Have you even seen a dick with a mind of its own? It’s like Zeus is the appendage. And oh he knows how to use it. I’ve been stimulated in parts of myself I didn’t know about, and we certainly have tried new things in the bedroom. While I don’t mind the Golden showers, I certainly never expected him to turn into one! \n\nDid you know he can shape shift? I did. At first, it was fun just testing out having him look like different celebrities, but he was insulted I preferred them over Zeus. Then we tried having him shapeshift as women, and intersex, and even with multiple genitals. While I never had the pleasure of meeting the mythical Double Dick Dude, I’ve been able to recreate him, and also the Human Turducken (multiple vaginas)\n\nWe’ve even tried shape shifting me. It started when I asked if it felt different having sex as a woman or a man, and he said I could try both. He snapped his fingers, and boom, instant dick. (Though he insisted I have to be smaller than him, and I almost always bottom.) I’ve been everything from a cow, a beetle, to a swan (have you ever had sex while flying? It’s phenomenal! The feeling of diving hundreds of feet in the air while climaxing is unreal). We even tried turning into plants and pollinating. Maybe not the best idea, but I surprisingly still came. \n\nDating Zeus has allowed me to experiment with fetishes that I didn’t know I had, but to be honest, wouldn’t you try them if you could? Imagine being able to act out vore fantasies unharmed, and just chilling in your god boyfriend’s stomach. Or sticking flagpoles in your pussy. Or orgies with mythical creatures (Satyrs are fun stoner types with no boundaries, Centaurs are rough and have a penchant for anal, and the less we say about Nymphs the better.) Or being crushed to death, and just coming back to life afterwards.\n\nIncidentally, sex after resurrection leads to the most impressive orgasms. I’ve transcended the plane of existence a few times, and ended outside of my own body, watching Zeus fuck me. Of course, he can’t do this too often (he’s been keeping me alive by sneaking me some ambrosia and calling in a few favors to Hades- nice guy by the way, Disney did him dirty) and I don’t know how to put it. Do you remember the first time you touched yourself? Your body is that sensitive, all over again. It’s like your nerves just go haywire.\n\nNow, I’ve been highlighting the positives of dating Zeus, because overall it’s been fun. However, even after a couple millennia it seems Hera is still a jealous, stalking bitch. Zeus keeps saying he’s only staying for the kids, he doesn’t love her anymore but she just clings to the idea of being Queen of the Gods. But that doesn’t help me when she keeps trying to murder me on a weekly basis. Just yesterday she sent a giant serpent to kill me at work. If it wasn’t for my coworker Jason, I’d probably be toast. Not to mention that one time she tried to poison me by giving me what she said were the Golden Apples, but were actually food of the gods, which would cause me to turn to dust if I ate it. And all those times she turned me into animals hoping I’d be slaughtered by animal control.\n\nLuckily Zeus found me in time and changed me back, after having sex with me of course.\n\nI offered for us to have a threesome. Surprisingly, she was interested and I’d say it went fairly well, though she tends to want to receive rather than give. As the goddess of fertility, she really is insatiable, and I think she enjoyed the idea of a mortal exhausting themselves trying to eat her out and not even making the slightest bit of progress. I think my tongue is still numb, my fingers are still pruny. Zeus doesn’t even mind sharing me with her. It hasn’t been easy, trying to find a temple for Hera and a nice oxen to sacrifice just to talk to her, and end up in the middle of a thousands year old marital spat, but this is my life now. If I please them, I get kind-blowing sex, if I displease them (and they get angry a lot), I can expect to be struck by lightning.\n\nI don’t know how I can keep doing this once we have kids.\n\n \n\n\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “Don’t you find it odd Commander? We are entirely separate species from different planets, yet our physical anatomy is virtually identical. Especially our reproductive systems.” | [
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"content": "Seeing as the prompt specifically requested painted-people instead of aliens, I feel like this will need a content warning.\n\nCONTAINS: Alien Humanoids\n\n***\n\n\"Don't you find it odd,\" she purred as she shifted closer on the couch, \"Commander?\" He could feel her vocal system vibrating inside her upper chest, the sensation travelling into him from his shoulder, which she leaned in against as she spoke. \"We are entirely different species...\" She placed a hand in the center of his chest as she spoke and he watched her elongated digits, their horn-like coating making their upper surface look armored. \"From entirely different planets...\" Her razor sharp fingertip slid into the fabric of his shirt. He could feel the point touching his skin, an almost painful point of pressure. \"Yet our physical anatomy is almost identical. Especially our reproductive systems.\"\n\nShe drew out the word 'reproductive' into an elongated, exaggerated purr that shivered across her shoulders. \"Ree-Prrro-Ductive.\" She squirmed slightly and for a moment he worried that her fingertips would slice into him as easily as his munitions-resistant uniform.\n\n\"Well.\" He smiled broadly as the smooth plates covering her side and back slid back and forth against his uniform, stroking, tantalizing... \"I'm not sure I would call us identical...\"\n\n\"But we are so alike!\" She sat up and whipped around to face him a broad, toothy grin spread across her face, between the various horn nubs and points that accentuated her angular features and pronounced bone-structure. She leaned in to him and he could hear her inhaling, drinking in his scent even as she continued to speak, \"We have the same set of limbs, and head and a mouth. We feed our young milk from our bodies..\" Her free hand took his and placed it on her smooth breast. \"And we breed in much the same way too.\"\n\nShe was almost pressed against him now, their arms the only thing separating them, hers on his chest, his on her breast. She leaned in even further and kissed him. The barbed tip of her tongue slipped between his lips before he could complain and roamed inside of his mouth. Although he kissed her back, he kept his tongue still, to avoid accidentally pricking himself on her venomous tongue. Once the kiss finally broke, he applied slight pressure against her with is arm, trying to push her away a little. His eyes roamed the space behind her as he spoke. \"We're in a bar, and all these people are watching.\"\n\n\"I know. Doesn't it excite you!\" His arm tremored with the vibration in her chest, making it difficult to keep up the pressure against her body. \"To make our... offspring... in such a public way.\"\n\nHe glanced around again, then back up to her eager, hungry face, her smooth, supple skin and the hardened plates and burrs covering her head, neck, shoulders, sides and back, a layer of armoring that he knew from experience would turn aside high-caliber rounds with ease. \"I suppose you are a very attractive woman... But we won't be making any offspring tonight.\"\n\n\"What!?\" She sat upright, the fingers against his chest curling slightly, their tips threatening to cut into his flesh. Her eyes narrowed as horn plates slid over them from the sides, leaving only a small space for her to see through.\n\n\"Woah.\" He raised his arms to the sides, hands raised in the universal sign of surrender. His heart thundered in his chest as he stared up at the needy Tralljan \"Not like that. Simply... Wrong word honey. We call it sex.\"\n\nHer eyes seemed to narrow even further, as if queering his audacity. She coiled slightly as she lowered her head to match the height of his. He remained frozen there, terrified that she was about to rip his throat out. She sloaly shifted, sitting herself on his knees facing him, and he remained frozen. He could see out of the corner of his eyes that the bouncer had raised his weapon, the latest in a long line of sonic pocket-cannons.\n\nWhen she finally did strike, she crossed the space between them faster than anyone could even see, a burst of predatory power that, rather than ending with his throat in her inch-long teeth, planted her lips firmly against his own. Relieved, he sagged into the kiss. His hands came down on her sides and he carefully roamed them over her armored back, feeling the contours shift as she squirmed in his lap. Her own hands roamed over his body too, the sharp tips of her fingers shredding his clothing, but never so much as nicking his skin.\n\nHe kissed his way from her lips, down over her neck, licking at the gaps in the plates. He could feel the soft, firm flesh between them, feel her shivering as he probed. His uniform was completely destroyed, and she was just stripping away the last fragments of his belt. His partially erect member rubbed up against her closed slit. It was hot and firm against him, and she bucked her hips slowly back and forth, skin on skin.\n\nHis kisses finally lead him down from er neck and collar, down to the soft, unarmored curve of her breasts. He bit down hard as he went, marveling at how her body responded. His hands tightened on her lower back and he mimicked her own rocking motions, increasing their speed and force.\n\nA wordless, vibration, much gentler than her speech, filled her body and he could feel his member being drawn up into her opening. He gasped and thrust involuntarily against the tightly banded rings of muscle that worked around him, undulating, squeezing, pulling him ever deeper into her fiery hot body.\n\nShe pulled his head back from her nipple and planted a firm kiss on his lips, locking her jaws against his. She shifted and rolled and in an instant he found himself on-top of her on the floor, balls deep inside that wondrous, contracting body. Her hips swiveled out and her talons gripped him on either side of his pelvis. Her kiss became messier, her tongue probing deep into the back on his mouth, her saliva thickening and sweetening until he was kissing honey. Her body flexed under him, and he was pulled from her by her talons, until only his tip touched her moistness, then she flexed again and rammed him into her, the impact hard and sharp.\n\nHe gasped and squirmed, struggling for breath around her lips and she pounded herself with him, tightening up every time he was driven inwards. It was all much too much, and in a few brief moments he emptied himself inside of her heat, pumping everything he had as far into her body as he could.\n\nAn instant later, she let out a screech and he was flipped away effortlessly. He came to rest against a table-leg, bruised and battered and very satisfied, looking back towards her still writhing on her back on the floor. \"Not enough for you, eh?\" he muttered to himself. It didn't matter, one of the bar's other patrons had already climbed to his feet and was making his way over. The huge Crilt pulled away his robes to reveal a heavy, muscular frame that towered two and half meters to the ceiling. His throbbing member was larger than the commanders arm, and thicker too.\n\n\"You'll get your fill.\" He struggled up to his feet, oriented himself and went over to the bar to buy a towel. Wrapped in it, he left, the sounds of the Tralljan desperately trying to satisfy herself among the patrons of the bar chasing him down the street."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are a girl having trouble keeping your boyfriend happy in bed. One day you make/find your tongue can now reach more than 2x the length of your body and is as dexterous as ever while still fitting in your mouth. You can't wait to show your boyfriend... | [
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"content": "#That Purple Thing (1/4)\n \n(Warning - this may get weird, and this is my first post.)\n\nThis may come as a surprise to you, but I *love* the taste of my own pussy. \n \nI've always been athletic - volleyball regional champs in high school, a less successful season of basketball, and I'd bike to and from school way back when. I even set a few records during my three years in track. I could've taken a scholarship but decided to spend a few years figuring myself out. \n \nStaying fit in this case was it's own reward- eating healthy and working out a lot meant a healthier sex life, and I'm very good at keeping it up. Even now when I masturbate, I taste it before and during and after, licking and sucking on my fingers. In the girls locker room at the gym i would sometimes linger in the shower trying to catch some time alone to really enjoy myself. When I stayed home alone and watched Chopped or some other TV, I would sometimes have two fingers on my clit and another two between my lips. So often, on occasion, that I wouldn't even realize I was doing it for hours at a time. In public I would sometimes just smell my fingers, buzzing with excitement to get home. \n \nSometimes, anyway. I did try to stay decent. \n \nWhich was strange when I think about it, because I realize after all this time that maybe I could have had a lot of sexual experiences. I've been described as a ten out of ten before, with curves in exactly the right places- and I don't disagree. (I think it's mostly my perky tits, girls I know would tell me they levitate lol) In truth I tend to get really nervous around guys, I couldn't say why. I didn't even really have a proper boyfriend until I was 19, but that guy was a real creep. I had pecked lips before, way back before I was 18, but I didn't really want anything high school boys had to offer. \n \nSo when I started working at the coffee shop downtown I was really taken with one of my co-workers. His name is Liam; he's like twice my height and super muscular. We bonded over our track experiences for the first weeks that I started there, but we were making out in the stock room before I had even finished my first month. \n \nAt the point that this story *really starts,* we had been dating for about 6 months and moved in together, splitting the lease on a small apartment. Liam had graduated from his university doing IT, and became a certified programmer in an office uptown. I'm computer savvy but what he does is straight up wizardry. Me I'm doing a few gen-eds at the community college and still working at the coffee-shop, and sometimes I have to remind myself to shut up about Liam lol. \n \nAnd we're fucking a *lot.* But the problem is one I kinda mentioned before - I haven't had much experience. I didn't even confess that I was a virgin to him until we moved in together, and - OH GOD my first time, right, i forgot to mention. \n \nSo Liam took my virginity, and he is HUNG. Like throw some laundry over that pole, hang a flag from it, sail away on his chiseled body kind of pirate-ship-mast hung. The first time was *unbelievable,* I thought he was tearing me apart. We couldn't even get the whole thing in, and to be honest we were still working on that at the time I found it. Don't worry, I'm getting there. \n \nA lot of tries and I was still too tight. I had loosened up a little, so that he could kind of start screwing me, but I usually had to stop because it was too painful. I knew from some of our pillow-talk that he was really into getting his dick sucked, but had never met a girl who could deep-throat him. My jaw hurt just thinking about it, but when I tried I found out something else about me. \n \nI *really love* the taste of his cum. \n \nSo I could only really ever fit the tip of his dick in my mouth but oh my god would I work it. Hearing him moan and hold my head while i blew him for hours would make me soak through my panties just aching to get some of him inside me. I could get him to cum after a while and I would hungrily lap it up... \n \nBut it wasn't really enough. I can tell he really loves me, and I don't think he would skip out for someone else, but I desperately wanted to please him. I had wished a lot that I had done a bit more before I met him. \n \nSo I started watching porn and got some tips (lol, pun) and thought about doing some practice. I learned about closing my fist and fighting my gag reflex while trying it out with some bananas we had lying around. I started putting more fingers into my juicy pussy (I get *super* wet, so delicious.) I would whimper in pain a little and I could tell it was sort of working, we would fuck a little harder every night. \n \nBut then I got this vibrator that would change my life forever. \n \nIt was just a small sex shop, home-owned by some guy, I didn't really catch the name. I was in and out inside of ten minutes, just found something that looked about Liams size and bought it and left. \n \nSo I went home and unboxed that purple vibrator, with a little knob on the bottom that changed the vibrating intensity. Not fancy, not expensive, totally normal. Which is what I thought. \n \n**So, here we go.** \n \nI'm lying in bed to try it out for the first time, Liams getting home in about four hours. The little buzzing instantly shook me when it grazed my clit, my back arched and I pulled it away for just a second. This was going to be intense, I could tell. \n \nBetween whimpers, I started getting used to the vibrating sensation and started lifting it from my soaking wet hole right into my clit, caught between ecstasy and anticipation. I was gripping the bedsheets and feeling my perky boobs shake rhythmically with my sexual spasms. I gasped and started aggressively massaging a tit with one hand while I brought myself to orgasm from clit stimulation alone. \n \nI turned off the vibrator for a moment, catching my breath. For the first time using it, I was *astounded* at what I had been missing out on. I was so pleased with myself I started calling myself \"Good girl,\" haha. I must have looked like a mess, totally naked on the bed with legs spread wide and bedsheets soaking wet with pussy juices. \n \nOkay so I did it again, but this time I left the vibration off while I pushed it inside me. I was hoping that cumming once would open me up a bit and it seems like it worked. Now - I mentioned that I got this vibrator in about Liams size, so it was thick and pretty long. Long as in \"comes up past my bellybutton,\" *that* kind of long. \n \nBut what's crazy is that once I stretched out to it's width, it seemed to go in easily. Very easily. *Too* easily, AAH! \n \nWith a sliding shock I realized that I was already halfway down the vibrator. I have *never* been able to take in this much. I was obsessed, I couldn't believe how stuffed I was feeling, a lot like being impaled by Liam for the first time. I started pushing more and more and my head threw back, feeling like the perfect sheath for my new favorite toy. I was opening up more and more and before I knew it I had bottomed out inside myself. I couldn't really go any further. \n \nI looked down and felt my tight stomach, feeling it through my skin, realizing that I still had a little less than a quarter of my vibrator left. \"That's still a hell of a thing,\" I breathily whispered between gasps of pleasure. \n \nSo I turned on the vibration, but maybe a bit too fast. \n \nI *instantly* came. Pussy juices exploded out of me while my hands couldn't decide whether to push it in more or take it out, my back arched and I tossed and turned all while having a mind blowing orgasm and I think I pulled my hair in the middle of it. \n \nI pulled it out in surprise, but not all the way... and then I pushed in back in. Then out and in and before I knew it I was fucking myself harder and harder, punishing my tight pussy more than I ever have. The sound of the vibrator whirring and disappearing when I buried it inside of me over and over. My head reeled back and my eyes crossed while my body was exploding from pleasure. My tongue lolled out of my head... \n \n...my tongue. My tongue! MY - HOLY SHIT. \n \nMy tongue had fallen across the pillow next to me. I had a foot long tongue. \n \nI whipped the dildo out of me and sat up in the bed and held my tongue in my hands, terrified! I smacked myself on the cheek - nope, not dreaming. Was I hallucinating? I held it in my hands. \n \nIt was still my tongue, a normal colored normal width tongue that yesterday couldn't even touch the tip of my nose. Now it was dangling in front of me like a piece of bubble-gum tape, extended like a crazy limp pink noodle. I held it in my hands, horrified, wondering how in the world this could have happened and what this meant for me. \n \nI tried stuffing it back into my mouth to no avail, my saliva making the effort slippery and sloppy, my mouth not quite able to open up enough to fit it all. I couldn't even use my tongue to speak! I groaned in fear, my hands were shaking and I was freaking out, like what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck! I was standing now, just holding it and trying to fit it in my mouth but I just couldn't get it all. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your smartphone allows you to locate people suffering from unsatisfying sex. Calling yourself “the Intervener”, you interrupt disappointing booty calls and replace the unfulfilling partner. | [
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"content": "Pt1 \n\nWhen Alex made a wish on his birthday to ‘get out’ more as a joke to his gypsy friend with benefits, he had not expected her to grab his phone and whisper something unintelligible to it before tossing it back to him with a grin. \n\n“You won’t regret it.” Tess chuckled, while also looking a little sad at the same time. “I’ll be moving on tomorrow Alex, I hope this helps you find the one.”\n\n“That’s sudden.” Alex stared, his chest tightening in sorrow as he drew Tess into an intimate hug. “I’m going to miss you Tess.” he murmured. He had always known this relationship would not last. Tess was a free bird and they had begun their relationship with that understanding in mind. She had helped him a lot, turned him from a socially awkward geek to a… well built, socially awkward geek. \n\n“Hopefully as much as I miss you.” Tess giggled, pinching Alex’s nose playfully. “Besides, with what I’ve given you, all those skills you learnt in bed should make them putty in your hands.”\n\n“… I still don’t know what that means,” Alex grumbled as he placed his phone carefully on the table, “but I guess I’ll find out soon enough.” \n\n“So, you will.” Tess smirked as she lifted her shirt over her head to toss it aside carelessly, exposing her generous breasts to Alex’s heated gaze with sultry purr. “Now then, I think a goodbye fuck is in order.”\n\n“Is that right?” Alex’s reply was cheeky as he tossed aside his own shirt, Tess tackling him onto the bed with a foxy lunge as their lips met, tongues tangling hungrily as Alex squeezed Tess’ firm breasts appreciatively.\n\nTess moaned, Alex’s hands deft and skillful as he caressed a rapidly hardening nipple gently while his right hand slipped past her skirt and into her soaked underwear. “Ohhh…” Tess sighed in pleasure as Alex stroked her pulsing core firmly, his thumb slowly seeking out her clitoris as she arched in erotic delight. “Right there…” she gasped, feeling her lower thighs clamp tightly around Alex’s hand as she felt her release build, Alex’s fingers slowly sinking into her pulsing warmth to find that sweet spot he knew drove her wild. “Faster…” she demanded, wriggling her hips against his hand to find relief but Alex was having none of it as he took the chance to press Tess back against the bed.\n\n“Uh uh.” he purred, taking control as he slowed his ministrations on Tess’s womanhood, an impatient moan escaping the dusky beauty beneath him as she writhed defiantly against him. “I’m taking my time for this one.” he chuckled as Tess’ eyes flew open to meet his pleadingly, every erotic brush against her sweet spot sheer torture as she shuddered at the rampant sensations. “Does me taking control turn you on, Tess?” He whispered hotly against her ear, his tongue flicking out to tease her earlobe in an erotic caress.\n\n“Oh God…” Tess’ eyes rolled, a bolt of pleasure blasting from her ear down to her spine at Alex’s control over her body. “Alex, please… I need…”\n\n“What do you need, Tess?” Alex rasped, drawing his hand back from her soaked lower body to press his slickened fingers against her lips erotically. Tess shuddered, surrendering to their burning heat as she drew a single finger into her mouth sultrily, holding Alex’s gaze with dark desire brimming in her eyes.\n\n“You…” she purred, Alex’s answering groan music to her ears as he unbuckled his trousers, Tess helping him kick off the offending garment to free his engorged manhood while she divested her own skirt and soaked underwear. Their hands threaded through each other as their lips again in a passionate liplock, Tess taking control this time as Alex leaned back against the bed to let Tess straddle him. Breaking the kiss, Tess lowered herself onto Alex’s manhood with a low moan as he stretched her wide. \n\n“You’re even wetter than usual.” Alex gasped, Tess’ molten heat wrapped around him so tightly that he could barely keep himself from losing control. “You really liked me taking control, huh?” \n\n“What can I say? I like confident you,” Tess gasped, Alex’s hands spanning her waist as she began riding him, Alex meeting her thrust for her thrust as she slammed down on his hard length again and again. “Alex… I’m…” She caught his lips again, her orgasm hitting her as she spiraled down the edge of bliss. \n\nAlex let Tess ride out her first orgasm, withholding his own as he shakily lifted Tess in his arms and got to his feet with a hiss of pleasure as he felt her convulsions all around his cock.\n\n“A-Alex?” Tess squeaked, her entire frame still shaking from her intense orgasm as Alex got to his feet, his cock still hard and hot inside her as she cried out at the jarring sensations. “Wh-what are you – ahhh!” Tess wrapped her legs around Alex’s waist shakily as he sank even deeper inside her, her back now pressed against the wall as he seemed to slide in even deeper. \n\n“Round 2…” Alex purred as he caught Tess’ strangled moans with a passionate liplock. He was going to make their last few hours a memorable one…\n\n\\---------------\n\nWhen Alex woke up a few hours later, Tess was gone, the only trace of his white-haired gypsy friend his smartphone and a note pasted on it. \n\n*‘Bye Alex, I wish I didn’t have to go but I think it’s for the best if I didn’t get attached further. I wish you the best of luck. BTW check your phone’s GPS. ;)* \n\n*XOXO’*\n\nAlex smiled faintly, shaking his head wryly as he turned his gaze to his window to glance at the crescent moon. “Bye Tess.”\n\n\\-------------\n\nIt was a few days later when Alex finally remembered Tess’ words about using the GPS. He was over at his friend’s dorms and making his way past the female rooms when he received a notification from a GPS app he had no recollection of downloading. Funnily enough, it was called ‘Intervener”, which was probably one of the lamest names for an app. \n\nCuriosity piqued, he booted up the app to find an arrow pointing at one of the rooms, a name spelled out in bright red. ‘Sara Mitchel.” he murmured, recognizing the name immediately. She was one of the prettiest girls in school and a track and field athlete. Beneath her name, he saw another name, “John Regan’ but with an unhappy face next to it. “Huh.” Alex didn’t have to wonder what it meant when the door the arrow was pointed at opened abruptly.\n\n“C’mon babe, it’s not my fault you’re so frigid,” someone exited the room and Alex instantly recognized the face. It was one of the jocks from football with a mean streak and Alex always made sure to avoid getting their attention.\n\n“Whatever John,” Sara Mitchel’s tiny voice came from the room and Alex’s eyes widened, glancing down at the phone and back up at John and the emerging face of Sara, who did not look happy in the slightest. “This was a mistake.” She mumbled.\n\n“Yeah, whatever,” John shook his head, turning to walk off in the opposite direction as Alex stared at his retreating figure blankly. This was weird… very weird.\n\nAlex turned his attention to Sara, his phone seeming to burn in his grip as he found himself moving forward. “Um, Sara?”\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\-----------------------\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA little on the hot and heavy side but I had some inspiration on this and my Incubus prompts so I decided why not? \n\nReviews and criticisms welcome!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your relaxing quietly in your room on a slow Friday night. Then suddenly your door slams open as your BF (or brother for and incest twist) runs into the room, cock in hand. Before you can react he rushes over and unloads allover your face and tits. | [
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"content": "It seemed like a normal Friday night at first. I was just sitting in my room wearing my favorite comfy pink t-shirt and PJ shorts and watching some Netflix alone. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in a little while, but I just really hadn’t been in the mood recently. It sounded like my brother was having himself a night though, I heard moaning and other disturbing noises coming from his room. I sighed and turned up the show I was watching a little bit louder, but oddly my mind started to wander, and remember what it was like to be in a room with someone and we’re both hot and heavy and moaning… And for the first time in a while, I started to feel in the mood.\n\nBut before I could even really process that, my door suddenly swung open and my brother was there, butt naked and had a hard cock in his hand, and he ran over toward me. I yelled, “What the fuck are you doing!?”\n\nHe didn’t answer though, he just ran over and jacked his cock off right in my face! I tried to put hands up to block it, but it was too late and I got a cum shot right in the face. It even went in my mouth because I was yelling for him not to do it!\n\nSuddenly I heard something crashing downstairs, and I just looked at my brother because I didn’t know what else to do.\n\n“Quick!” He whispered at me. “No time to explain, get your panties off and if anyone asks, we’ve been together all night, I wasn’t with anyone else!”\n\n“What?” I asked. “No way!”\n\n“This is a matter of life and death! I will literally die if you don’t do this!” he whispered with a look of desperation in his eyes. Now normally I would have told him to get lost, but I could see that the desperation in his eyes, and I could hear some people noisily tearing things up downstairs, and so I rolled onto my back, and quickly took off my panties and underwear and tossed them on the floor. Getting naked for my brother wasn’t quite as weird as I thought it would be. Then, he suddenly jumped in bed with me and ripped my t-shirt off and we were naked together in my bed.\n\nA big, scary man with a gun busted into our room and yelled, “Where is she! I know you’ve been fucking my girl!”\n\n“Woah,” my brother said, “Chill, I haven’t even seen your girl tonight, Tom. This is my girlfriend, Sarah.”\n\nI pulled the sheets up over my boobs and looked at Tom nervously. A bit of cum dripped off my forehead onto the sheet below me. Tom looked at us both suspiciously and asked, “Girl, have you really been with this bastard all night?”\n\nI withdrew meekly further under the covers and said, “Um, yes sir.”\n\n He smiled a bit. “OK Luke,” he said looking at my brother, “If she’s your girl, then prove it.”\n\n“I’ve already cum all over her face,” Luke said. “What more proof do you need?”\n\n“Well it looks like you’re satisfied, but not her. Why don’t you be a real man and eat her out a bit?”\n\n“I don’t think she really wants an audience,” Luke said unsurely.\n\nI don’t know why I said it, but suddenly I let the bed sheets fall and said, “It’s OK… Remember when I said we should get someone to watch us sometime? Let’s let that be tonight! Mr… Tom, you can sit in the chair right over there.” I didn’t even know who this guy was, but he had a gun, and he was threatening my brother. I was going to get him out of here.\n\nMy brother looked at me questioningly, so I just pushed him onto his back, climbed on top of him, and sat on his face. I rocked back and forth a little, and started to fake some pleasure noises. I slowly put my pussy right over his mouth, and then I felt his tongue come up and play with my entrance a little, and I shuttered and let out a small moan for real. He teased my pussy a bit and his tongue worked his way up to my clitoris and I moaned louder. I started to actually grind against his face as his tongue continued to dance around my sensitive clit. I started grinding harder and faster and he just kept going harder and harder, and I looked back, and saw that his cock was getting hard again. I turned around on his face, bent down, and started sucking on his cock.\n\nWe went like that for several moments and finally, I felt an orgasm building up, and building up… and I let it happen, I had a body shaking orgasm as I tried to keep his cock in my mouth, and then felt his cock erupt and send yet another string of semen into my mouth. After a moment of hard breathing, I rolled off him and we both laid there panting on the bed, wondering what we had just done.\n\nTom stood up and clapped his hands, “Wow Luke,” he said, “you never told me you had such a kinky bitch. If you ever dump her, make sure and send her my way!” He winked at me and said, “I’ll show you a good time, sweetheart.” He looked back at Luke and said, “But if I find out you’ve been with my girl, I’ll come back here and kill you! Oh, and sorry for breaking a few things downstairs… I’ll pay you back sometime.”\n\nTom then walked out and left the house. I turned to Luke and asked, “Did you really sleep with that man’s girlfriend?”\n\n“I mean…” Luke said, “She came onto me! I don’t know how he found out. I hope she escaped out of the window alright.”\n\nI sighed, “You fucking idiot.”\n\nHe said, “Yeah, I deserve that… and thanks for… um, this.”\n\n“Oh, uh yeah… Don’t mention it. Like really, don’t ever mention this to anyone.”\n\n“Oh, don’t worry. I won’t! But… was that orgasm real?”\n\nI thought for a moment and said, “Yes, it was. It must have just been that I got caught up in the moment, and I was acting to save your life. You know how I really wanted to be an actress when I was a kid.”\n\n“Yeah, maybe that was why you were able to… and you know, I needed to be convincing to save my life.”\n\n“Of course,” I said. “You would have done the same thing for me.”\n\n“Totally,” he said. “Um, well, I guess I’ll let you wash up. Err… good night.”\n\n“Good night, Luke,” I said as he quickly walked out of my room. I guess that we both knew that we weren’t being honest. Yeah, we never would have done that if that thug Tom had never shown up, but we really enjoyed it and it was more than just acting. "
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your significant other is obsessed with memes, and they’re now using them in the bedroom as well. | [
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"content": "My husband and a friend of his were waiting for me when I got home from work. They had arranged for a threesome, and I was excited to get started. \n\nThings got hot and heavy quickly, and we were naked before I had even gotten to the bedroom.\n\nWe sat down and decided who I would blow first. They debated it but I said, “whoever goes second gets their choice in holes.” My husband said. “Shit negro, that’s all you had to say.” And stepped back to let his buddy get sucked. His buddy had a 4 incher, so I took it with ease and left him once he was fully hard. My 6 incher husband stood in front of me and I started to give him a blowjob. As he grew erect, he moaned. “Now this is the way.” In an African accent. His friend started to laugh. \n\nI was confused, but I soldiered on. My husband picked my asshole and started to lube up while I rode his friend’s cock, he pushed his cock into me and said “outstanding move.” When I stretched back my big ass cheeks for him.\n\nI said. “Both of you can cum in my pussy.” But my husband came quickly in my tight ass and said, “so that was a fucking lie.” \n\nHis friend said, “Sal came first, making him tonight’s biggest loser.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “The Sound Has To Be Authentic” | [
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"content": "\"That sounds rubbish.\" \nHis raspy voice sounded even better in person, and the way he slammed his tattood fist on the little table made Melissa jump a little. \n\"Listen love,\" he said in a thick British accent that Melissa was almost sure he was exaggerating to get his way. \"You've read the lyrics, right?\" \nShe nodded. \n\"It's about a groupie who gets more than she ever wished for.\" \nAnother nod. \n\"I've seen my share of groupies, and so have the others.\" He pointed towards the back of the room, where the rest of the band nodded in agreement. \"And let me tell you, love, they don't sound like that. You sounded sweet. Like someone hitting the right spot for the first time. But we need awe. I've heard the girls when I slide inside them. They can't fucking believe it. They go mental. Try again.\" \n\nShe shuffled to the microphone. \"Right,\" she said. She scraped her throat, closed her eyes, and moaned. \n\"Better,\" he said. \"But let me help you. Keep your eyes closed and indulge me.\" \nShe closed her eyes and smiled at the suspense. \n\n\"Have you ever been fucked by five guys at once? Suck two cocks while you're getting pounded by a third. And every time you open your eyes, it's hard dicks everywhere, all for you.\" \nShe swallowed. \"No, I can't say that I have.\" \n\"But you can picture it, can't you, love?\" \nShe had been. Had felt the hard flesh intrude her mouth, both of her hands grasping for cock, while someone else fucked her pussy. Someone who'd been waiting in line. \n\"Can't you?\" he asked. \n\nShe snapped out of it. \"Yeah, I can.\" \n\nShe knew her panties just got wet. Just from his voice, his charisma. This was dangerous. And her first appearance on a CD. Just roll with it, she told herself. \n\nThe next moan was perfect. It gave her the chills. She also knew instantly that it let everyone in the room know just how much of an effect the singer's speech had had on her. \n\nShe opened her eyes. There was a strange energy in the room. A thick sexual tension that made everything tense. Her skin felt primed for touching, building tension that would inevitably soar down her spine. Her lips were dry, very dry...\n\nHe looked at her, casually leaning on the table. He stood up straight and smiled. She could almost feel his smile. \n\n\"That was better, but I think I can help you really get there,\" he said as he unbuttoned his pants. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An Incubus spirit fuses with that of a teenage nerd. Unfortunately, feeding is difficult when his host is more interested in games than actually socialising. Fortunately, his host has a crush and the Incubus decides to play Cupid... | [
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"content": "\"Well, at least if I can't get him outside I can at least teach him how to be functional when he does go out in the world and find someone for us to feed off of...\" The incubus spirit said to himself as the nerdy host opens up the greatest and latest, up and coming dating sim. \"He's 18 years old, he should be out there getting cute chicks! Why the hell does he want to waste his time and money on girls that will never be physically there?\" And yet, he was overly attracted to the main poster girl named Setsuna. Like it was probably the greatest love his host has ever known. And Setsuna was everyone's crush, the greatest \"*waifu*\" or whatever the word was. A few months went by and the incubus inside the man's body was stirring restlessly, getting their feed of any lust they could channel through with the endless masturbation sessions to Setsuna's face and body. It wasn't very long before the poor nerd's walls and shelves were coated with this blue-haired, fuschia eyed beauty. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nAn announcement was made on the game's home page that they were teaming up with a robotics company to make a realistic sex doll of Setsuna... and then the Incubus hatched a plan. As the months dragged on, waiting for the poor man to go outside and actually get laid, he figured that maybe, just maybe... the incubus could order a robot for the lonely nerd and possess that to get their fill. As it was a well-known misconception that incubi had to be male, they could switch their gender easily. They already had all the proper parts with the gynoid, so it wouldn't be too hard to possess the circuitry and give the poor human the love they felt they needed, and the incubi could get their fill as well. And that's what they did. The man received a present sometime later, and he dragged it into his house and opened it up. The gift tag read \"To a dear friend, from someone who knows you well.\" She was the epitome of perfection, not a hair out of place sitting peacefully in her box. The incubi spirit hurriedly exited and fused into the brain of the sex doll.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nFrom then on, the rest is history. The incubi got their supply and the nerd went on to try to \"marry\" their gynoid version of Setsuna. They were both happier this way, even if the poor man never knew that the incubi had existed in the first place. He thought about where the gynoid had come from, but he could not care any less for a time. He was happy, and that's all that mattered."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The entire world is set upon an impossibly long ribbon, about a yard (Roughly 1 meter) wide. This makes finding privacy an interesting endeavor, especially for young couples. | [
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"content": "In space, no one can hear you nut. Or, that's what you'd like to think, every time you edge closer to climax. Of course, this couldn't be further from the truth, being shoulder to shoulder with your fellow Pathfinders. Everyone ten meters fore and aft of you on the Ribbon can hear your muffled grunts, the rapid clapping of an air pocket against skin, and of course, the air gets noticeably muskier. \n\n\"Dude, just take the meds,\" said Abner's row-mate. \"No need to be hitched to your vestigal biology.\"\n\nHe was right, of course. Life on the Ribbon required everyone to adjust to tight quarters. The revolutionary spaceship carried a thousand souls on a strip of FTL technology no wider than a sidewalk. Most people just looked out into the inky void and plugged into the bio-support, but Abner was part of the crew who had to keep the proverbial wheels on the bus. \n\n\"Dan, I'm sick of feeling nothing,\" Abner replied. \"I need a fucking vacation. Just a little time for me and Juliette to get it out of our systems. I was stupid and traded my voucher for this cycle with Erik, but shit this dry spell sucks.\"\n\nAbner felt someone tap his shoulder from behind. He turned around and faced old man who was his neighbor since he was decanted. The elder pressed the silver coin into Abner's chest. \"I'm in no shape for it this cycle. Enjoy yourself.\"\n\nAbner choked up a little and hugged his benefactor. \"I'll do you proud, pops.\"\n\nAbner slinked his way to the segment leader and presented his coin. \"I'm here for my time.\"\n\nThe leader redeemed his coin and handed him a berth assignment. \"185-B. You have 100 minutes.\"\n\nAbner texted the location to Juliette, who lived four segments away. Even with moderate foot traffic, they'd have at least an hour together. He arrived at the stall and noticed the sliding door ajar. Juliette was already inside, stripping out of her reclamation suit. He paused to watch her breasts naturally bounce as she fidgeted and shook out of the tight outfit. His eyes twitched as he felt something grow warm, deep inside him.\n\n\"Hey, we've got... 70 minutes,\" he said as he entered the stall. He helped her strip out the suit, kneeling to pull down the suit down to her ankles. Juliette slid the stall door until it latched closed. She grabbed a fistful of Abner's hair, then pulled him over her hot mound. \"Shut up and eat me, A-B.\"\n\nAbner inhaled deeply over her pussy before taking a long slow lick from the tip of her lips to her swollen clit. Juliette braced herself between the berth walls as he lapped her up with increasing ferocity. She could feel his nose and mouth form a seal around her pussy and she bent her knees to let the artificial gravity pull her deeper onto his face. Juliette closed her eyes in ecstasy, Abner reaching around to massage her firm ass. \n\nAbner slid off her pussy and kissed his way up to her breasts until he took one of her nipples into his mouth. She gasped and pushed him against the berth door making a loud bang against the frosted polyglass. He rolled her nipple between his lips while clutching the other breast with a free hand, feeling his own erection tightening in his suit. She lifted her leg, letting her thigh rub him under the outline of his cock. \n\nShe pushed herself off and hit the exterior window with a hard thump. Her lustful eyes met his as he unzipped his suit and pulled it down to his waist. She bit her lip, gazing at the tufts of hair just peeking out of his folded suit, then reached over to release his cock. He groaned as she massaged his shaft, drawing him closer and closer until his tip was sandwiched between their mounds. \n\n\"Fuck me A-B, give me your hard cock,\" she implored, turning around and presenting her bare ass to him. He complied and drove his cock into her wet pussy all the way to his balls. \"Oh fuck, yes!\" she screamed, pounding her fist on the window. Abner found his rhythm, slapping into Juliette, in time with her jagged breathing and guttural moans.\n\nA pounding came from the adjacent berth. \"Hey keep it down in there!\" shouted an angry voice. Juliette and Abner giggled and stopped to catch their breath.\n\n\"How are we going to do this?\" she asked. \n\nAbner fished something out of his pocket. It was a red ball gag with elastic straps.\"This is what I traded my coin for last cycle.\" \n\nJuliette's eyes widened and she smiled broadly. \"Fuck, I'm so excited. Give it here!\" She snatched the gag from his hand and slipped it over her head, then positioned it over her mouth. \n\n\"Iffits ike a guv,\" she muttered. Drool began to pool at the corners of her mouth and she sucked it back with little slups. \"Uh-ay, A-V, fuh'ee seh-sless.\"\n\nHe lifted her up and pressed her back into the window and resumed fucking her, face-to-face. She held onto the back of his neck as he thrust her into the window, bouncing her butt against the polyglass. He looked at the trail of saliva covering her breasts as she softly cooed and moaned. \n\n\"Fuh, I' guh cuh! I' guh cuh!\" she exclaimed, bucking against the glass leaving sweat and vapor prints. \n\nAbner felt his balls retract and groaned loudly as the first pulse of his orgasm took over his body. Juliette fell on top of him, both breathing hard. They held each other for a moment as the rounds of applause from the other berths reverberated into theirs. \n\n\"We've still got 30 minutes,\" she whispered to him. \"Care for another turn?\"\n\nAbner smiled and nodded. \"We can try the alternate placement for the ball gag.\"\n\n\"Alternate? Where would it go?\"\n\nAbner smiled and pulled her into an embrace. \"It's a surprise, but you're going to love it.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome.\n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone has a remote control that can control them. Most keep them close by. You just lost yours. | [
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"content": "\\[femdom\\], \\[incest (sort of)\\]\n\n“Hi, I just found your remote”. Thank goodness, I thought; that little sticker with my number was worth it. I can’t believe I lost it! \n\n“Great, where was it, and where can I get it from?” I text back. Then my heart sunk.\n\n“Oh, no, you can’t get it back, yet. I want to play a game first”, came the anonymous reply. \n\nI begged for the remote back. I had no idea what this little ‘game’ was, but I knew I wanted no part of it. These remotes can control everything; every muscle, every movement, every action. Everything, that is, except your thoughts. This person doesn’t know me, where I live, where I work, what time my appointments are. And there’s a good chance, if they’re going to control me, that I won’t even be able to contact anybody to let them know what’s happening.\n\nMy phone bleeped again. “The game will start in 5”. 5 what? Days? Hours? \\*bleep bleep\\* “4”. Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit.\n\nThat was 12 hours ago. It’s now just before midnight, and I’ve got my remote back. But this crazy bitch has ruined my life.\n\nAs soon as her (I know it’s a her now, but I didn’t at the time) count-down had stopped, I stood up from my seat and walked to my computer. My body was no longer my own. My hand guided the mouse around the screen, I opened a Chrome window, and began typing.\n\n“facebook.com”. I hit ‘enter’. I signed in. Then I moved the mouse to the search bar and typed “Hayley Weston”. My hand moved the mouse to the second result, clicked it, then clicked ‘add friend’. Then my phone bleeped. \n\n“What are you doing, adding me as a friend on Facebook? I don’t even know you. Are you some kind of pervert?!” It was from the same number; it was from the woman controlling me. I involuntarily dropped my phone before I could respond and ask her what her game was.\n\nBefore I could think further, she made me move again. This time to a webcam website, where she made me join, then open a chat room. She made me invite a user, ‘HWeston’, into a private chat. Then things got awful. This is when she started to ruin my life.\n\nBefore I knew it, I was watching my hand move the mouse to open my webcam stream in the private chat. Her screen was blank. Mine showed my confused face. Then, suddenly, I was standing up, my torso and jeaned crotch in the webcam frame. And my hands moved to my jean buttons. Nope. No no no. Using every ounce of willpower in me, I refused to move any more. It didn’t work. My jeans came down, then my boxers. Suddenly, I was confronted with my penis in the webcam, and a stranger, apparently, observing it.\n\nA message appeared in the chat. “Is that it? You’re pathetic. You brought me here to show me that baby dick?”\n\nI DIDN’T BRING YOU HERE. YOU DID ALL OF THIS. \n\nAnother message. “Well, you’d better show me it hard, see if it grows at all.”\n\nAbsolutely not. \n\nExcept, of course, that’s what happened. My cock got hard. A message came back, “It’s a little better, but still pathetic. Let’s see how you cum. Maybe you’ve got a good volume and that’s your redeeming feature.”\n\nAnd with that, my left hand started furiously wanking my cock. It was taking ages to cum though (obviously – I might have had a hard cock but I was feeling humiliated and embarrassed, and I wasn’t in the least horny). My tormentor noticed this too. “Are you not able to cum? You’re worthless. Maybe a look at some tits might help?”\n\nThen an image appeared in the chat. Of a fat, topless man with sizeable man-boobs. Then another image, this one of a huge, older woman with tits so low they hung below her waist. Then, after a few minutes, the worst of the lot. A picture of my sister, with what appeared to be cum on her tits. If it was faked, it was a good fake. \n\nThen I came. It honestly wasn’t at that image – I’d been wanking for ages and it just happened to be then that I came. I promise; you have to believe me.\n\n“Oh my god, did you just come to a picture of your sister’s cum-covered tits? You’re sick”.\n\nThe screen showed a message in the chat – ‘downloading file’. Whatever this was, it wasn’t going to be good...\n\nWhen it opened, I saw my webcam screen. It was in the top of a split-screen view. On the bottom was the same picture of my sister. And this was a video. It showed me cumming to my sister’s tits. And my hand moved the mouse to the facebook tab, to my profile, and then to ‘upload video’. No, god, please no, don’t do this to me.\n\nOf course, she did. And within seconds, my phone bleeped.\n\n“Dude, I think you shared the wrong video” from a friend.\n\n“Frank, did you really just share a video of someone cumming to your sister’s tits?!” from another.\n\nAnd the worst of all. “Frank, what the FUCK is that? Where did you get that video? Get that picture of me OFF THE INTERNET!!!”\n\nAnd my tormentor made me type each message into our chat box, and then respond to each text in turn.\n\n“Yeah, I meant to share that video. I want you all to know how much of a pervert I am that I cum to my sister.” Sent. “It isn’t someone, it’s me, and I just need you all to know what a sicko I am.” Sent. \n\nAnd then. “Hi sis. Sorry, I found it, and I had to wank to it. You turn me on, your tits look amazing, and I was just fantasizing about how much I want to add my own cum to them.” Sent.\n\nMy tormentor sent another message on the chat. “You’ve been such a pervert, but you gave me a good time. I think you can have this remote back now. Come and get it from the band stand in the corner of the park. I’ve turned it off now, but it’s in plain sight, so you’d better be quick before someone else finds it...”\n\nI got there in time. I had my remote back. But I’d shared a video of me wanking to my sister with the world. And my sister had seen it. And I’d made it worse.\n\nWhen I got home, I immediately deleted the video from Facebook, and sent three corrective texts that I’d been hacked (technically, I had!). \n\nThen I saw I had a message on messenger. “Hi pervert. I enjoyed playing with you. I’ve synced a spare remote with yours. I look forward to playing again. Same time next week...”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You find out that your best friend has been hiding her gigantic boobs from everyone | [
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"content": "Kenzie always got shit done. Extra time to do a paper? Two minutes with the professor and Kenzie gained everyone an extra day. Late night Uber ride when everyone was low on cash? Make sure Kenzie does the negotiations and the driver leaves you a great review after he turns off the app halfway.\n\nI never understood why. Sure, she was a great friend, pretty smart, and she had really nice hair. But she always felt unremarkable to me. Not the charisma of a head cheerleader who can giggle her way to anything she wants. Not the tenacity of a hustler who gets shit done. She dressed a little more than unremarkably, even. Always in a baggie hoodie. Sure, they looked fine on her, but doesn’t a girl ever want to feel feminine? \n\nIn the six years I knew Kenzie, apparently not. \n\nAnd that’s why, one drunken night as we tried to walk straight and hold our obnoxious giggles, I couldn’t hold my curiosity any longer. A man had just walked by, and he had yelled something. Something I didn’t quite understand, but Kenzie seemed to catch his drift. \n“What did he say?” \n“I don’t know. Let’s go home.” \n“Noooo, I want to know what he said!” \n“He told me I had the best rack ever.” \nI stopped and leaned against a lamp post. \n“Fuck you, he did not.” \n\n“He did.” \nI stared at her chest, my social filter completely gone. I squinted my eyes, as if I could see through her hoodie if I only concentrated enough. \n“You’ve got really average boobs.” \n“Right. He must be confused. Let’s go home.” \nI rubbed my chin philosophically. I get incredibly dramatic when I’m drunk. \n“Not so fast, missy. Tell me, has he ever seen your boobs?” \n“Are we still talking about that guy?” \n“That guy and your boobs, yes.” \n\n\nKenzie didn’t answer. \n“You know, I’ve never seen ‘m.” \n“I’m aware.” \n“That’s a missed opportunity, don’t you think?” \n“No…” \n“Yes, yes, it is. Best friends are supposed to see each other’s boobs and compare.” \nI got an epiphany. Tequila always gives me epiphanies. “Let’s compare our boobs! Right now! Flash me!” \n“We’re not going to compare our boobs.” \n“I’ll go first. Let’s compare. I’m sure they’re lovely. Give me one reason not to.” \nKenzie looked at the empty street ahead of us. Then she looked back at me, a serious look on her face. \n“I don’t want you to feel bad about your own.” \nI snorted. “That’s not going to happen! I love my boobs! And I’m pretty sure they’re bigger than yours.” \n“How sure?” \n“I have a C in some bras. You’ve got…” I squinted my eyes again. Her hoodie made an indistinct mess of her chest. \n“Do you wear a super tight sports bra to flatten your boobs?” she asked. \n“No.” \n“Do you wear hoodies to hide them?” \n“No.” \n\nIt dawned on me slow. Seven tequila shots slow. \n“Noooooo…” \n“Hell yes.” \n“Now I really want to see them.” \n“Best fucking rack in the world.” \n“Flash me! Please!” \n“I don’t flash them without getting anything out of it! That’s the whole reason I do this! One of these days, they’re going to land me a husband.” \n“Bullshit. How good can they possibly be?” \n\nKenzie lifted one eyebrow, then the bottom of her hoodie. She took it off. She was wearing a sports bra to flatten her chest, alright. It looked like one indistinct mess of wonderful flesh. \n“How much… How big… What the hell…” I stammered. \nShe didn’t say a word, but turned around. She wrestled with the sports bra, took it off and looked back at me. \n“Are you ready?” \n\nA passing car swerved with screeching tires, bumped the curb and narrowly missed a fire hydrant before hooting came from the open windows. It honked as it turned the corner. \n\nKenzie turned around, covering her nipples with her hands. Her boobs spilled out everywhere, creating two perfect circles pressed close to her chest. Then she released her hands. \n\nI expected the boobs to fall, but they just settled into place. My mouth opened wide. It truly was the best fucking rack in the world. Her nipples were perfectly placed, ending a beautiful round slope on each side, creating the perfect silhouette from every damn angle. They were the boobs every guy scribbles on the sidelines of his notebook. Boobs hentai girls would be jealous of. The boobs that almost made a car crash, and would haunt my dreams for years. \n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\----\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI'd love to hear your comments, and if you enjoy my writing, come check out my subreddit at /r/masterofsmut for more!"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The doctors wake you up to inform you that, although your penis enlargement surgery was a success, they may have went a little overboard on the size. | [
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"content": "\"Shit, my head's killing me.\" I muttered as I got my bearings back. Guess Jake was right, once they inject you with sedatives you go right to sleep before you even know what's going on.\n\n\n\"Oh, you're awake already, wonderful!\" Doctor Gomez quickly rushed towards my bed, followed by a nurse. On the one hand, seeing a thick latina and a big breasted blonde as soon as I wake up was something right up my fantasies. On the other hand, my head was still killing me and I feel something weird against my knees.\n\n\n\"Mr. Mason, I have... Well, good news and bad news doesn't really apply here, it's mostly depending on your perspective. You see, there was a mistake in terms of the length. We mostly write measurements on the metrical system, but I'm afraid one of our nurses got confused. What I'm trying to get to is... Screw it. Linda, show him.\"\n\n\nThe nurse took my blanket off and revealed my fully erect cock that now went down to my knees. I repeat, my cock went down to my knees. \"Holy fuck! It's fucking gigantic!\"\n\n\nDoctor Gomez and Linda both started to blush, however, the doctor did her best to adopt a professional stance. \"Of course, since it was the hospital's mistake, we're not making you pay extra. However, Linda is still really sorry for what she did, and she wants to compensate her mistake on her own terms. Is that good with you?\"\n\n\nBefore I could ask for a clarification, Linda made a circle with her left hand and penetrated it with her right index. \"It absolutely is.\" I said with a big grin. The doctor looked out the door, confirmed there was no one out there who could interrupt this, and gave her the go ahead. \n\n\nLinda didn't waste a second. She took a condom and stretched it as far as it would go up my cock. I was impressed that it actually fitted. \"Just FYI, you're gonna need to start ordering them from the fabric\" She said as she blew me a kiss. She then grabbed some lube and started to spread it over my massive shaft. I took off my gown and helped her to pull her dress off. She got on top of me and we started to kiss. She was really passionate the whole time, and it was quickly becoming clear that this wasn't a pity fuck so I don't complain and she didn't have to fear for her job, this blonde wanted to be the first lady on my brand new rocket to Fuck Planet. She couldn't wait more, and as she got on her knees for the cowgirl position, I couldn't stop staring her face, waiting for the reaction.\n\n\nAs soon as I saw her face melt, going cross-eyed and sticking her tongue out as her mouth opened so wide you could fit a triple burger on it, I knew that this was the biggest break of my life. The wind escaped her body, she pretty much collapsed on top of me, and I had to help her to get back up to position. The heat in our crotches was more intense than in any desert, and as I started to thrust my cock inside of her, she couldn't keep up and fell back on top of me once again. I just hugged her back as I kept thrusting her, and from the moans she gave me, I did a pretty good job if I could say so myself. It didn't took me long to feel her water across me. It made me feel pretty proud to be able to make a woman cum before me for the first time, but I didn't last much more, just about another minute.\n\n\nThen came the cleanup. Throw the condom to the trash, put our clothes back, swipe the sweat off, standard stuff. Linda gave me a kiss and added her number to my phone, before telling me to call her as soon as I got off the hospital. She gave doctor Gomez a hug and a kiss, and they both left the room.\n\n\nWhen I woke up next morning, I saw I had a message from Linda already. \"Oh, by the way, it wasn't really an accident. I kinda bribed doctor Gomez. Still, I think you appreciate the gift, don't ya? ;) \""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You find the fabled "Orgy Stone" a pink rock with a gold dial numbered 1-10. Turning the dial up the numbers increases the range and frequency of it's, "abilities." | [
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"content": "Walking down the street with my headphones on, I took a detour through a park. Not many people came through the area, so it was a good opportunity to be alone for a bit. About half way through, I accidentally kicked a weird pink object. It tumbled in front of me a few feet, and it seemed to bounce a bit as it rolled over rough patches of rough pavement. I stopped in my tracks to watch all of this unfold, and noticed it had a pink color to it.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI walked up to it, and wiped off a bit of the dust that it gathered on its rough journey, and I started to get anxious. Could this be it? The 'Orgy Stone' people keep talking about? Although the lettering as a bit scratched, I looked at the dial. It was twisted too far as if someone forced it that way, just before the 1.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI looked around a bit, and corrected the dial to the 1 position... for science, right? Instantly, horny thoughts ran through my head. I shook it off, leaving the dial there, and threw it in my coat pocket. I had heard so much about this, and wanted to hide it as much as I wanted to test it out. *Maybe I can get some use out of this.* I thought to myself, as I warded off thoughts of sex. So far it was a bit annoying, but nothing I couldn't resist.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Shit, what do I do?\" I said to myself. \"THINK! What's a good place we can test this thing?\" It took a second, but a thought fired into my head as if i had an epiphany. There was a big meeting going on at the office, and I could just hop in. I had heard all the stories about what different positions of the dial did, and that group of people who turned it all the way. They couldn't remember anything, and they found everyone naked and some people still fucking. \"Why not\" I said to myself. \"I'll mess with people, and turn it to like 4 maximum. What could go wrong?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI walked in to the meeting room about 10 minutes later, and was greeted.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Hey dude, how's it going?\" Said Mark.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Ah, you know... the usual. Just getting through.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Don't I know it.\" he replied.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI reached into my pocket and turned the dial to 2. The men and women in the room's gazes seemed to fixate on the papers in front of them. Some of them cleared their throats.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Does anyone find it a bit warm in here?\" Amy said. \"I might leave the door open just a bit to let the air circulate\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*Holy shit, it's working*. I thought.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAmy sat back down, and nobody seemed to be showing what they were thinking. I reached back in and turned the dial once more. The dial clicked twice. Or did it? I heard some rapid clicks as I applied a bit much pressure that time.\n\nWith the dial set to 4, everyone got a bit uncomfortable. I tucked myself further into the desk trying to hide my massive erection. I started to get nervous now, as every other guy in the room was doing the same. The women's eyes started to dart around the room, trying to focus on something else. Without noticing, Anna suddenly sat in the empty chair beside me. She cleared her throat, and kept looking forward.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n*Oh no... what do i do now? I mean, she's super hot..* I thought as I was finding another turn of the dial harder and harder to resist. *UGH, fuck it.* I thought, turning the dial to 5.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nAlmost instantly, Anna's hand made it's way up my thigh to my bulge. Slowly, she rubs her hand over it still focused in front of her. While rubbing, her arm brushes the device and it clicks. It's turned to 6. People start tugging at their collars out of discomfort, and all the guys with suit jackets on, take them off. Afraid to get up, they just drape it behind them. \n\n&#x200B;\n\nAround the room, people are biting their lips. Amy and the other women unbutton the top buttons of their blouses showing more skin, as the sexual tension rises. The guys roll up their shirt sleeves and try to concentrate. Mark starts rubbing himself, and Anna and I start touching one another's inner thighs. With the device now behind me, i reach back and spin the dial again hearing a click. People couple off and people strip down unable to hold back. Jessica and Amy start kissing passionately, and Amy sits on the table with her legs spread as Jessica licks her pussy.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nI start feeling Anna's breasts, and she frees my hard cock from my pants and starts sucking it. Moans break out around the room, as people's cares evaporate. Anna stands up, and positions herself cowgirl style on my lap. With my cock buried in her, she rides me hard and fast. That's when Mark's chair spun and hit the rock again. The dial hit 10.\n\nAt this point, people across the whole floor and the ones above and below were in an all-out sex party. Nobody had enough control to stop. Loud orgasms echoed through the hallways as the smell of sex filled the place. At this point, I wasn't sure how many times Anna or I came, but we lay next to each other exhausted.\n\n\"How long have we been at it?\" she said out of breath.\n\n\"I have no idea...\" I replied. I peaked up at the clock, and i felt confused. 5pm. \"Uh... a while\"\n\n\"Well, it looks like it.. you fucked me raw, cowboy...\" Ana said trailing off. \"Wait.. where are we?\"\n\nFrantic to come up with a reply for the blur that just happened, i said. \"Everyone left, we had the place to ourselves.\"\n\nWithout a second thought, she got up, collected her clothes and said. \"Alright, well i'm gonna go clean up.. see you later, tiger\"\n\nAfter she left, others in the room slowly came to. I saw the pink device in the corner of the room, with the dial once again twisted past 10 to a dead area. With my last ounce of energy, i rushed to pick it up and put it back in my pocket. Since that day, I don't think I've seen so much cum in one room, and on as many surfaces.\n\n&#x200B;\n\n&#x200B;"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A world where being attracted to someone makes you literally gravitationally attracted to each other. | [
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"content": "Aaron took a long sip from his coffee mug, hoping this swig would be the one to shake out the grogginess. As he dragged the mouse left and right, he felt like his wrist was tied to a bag of sand, swaying like a pendulum. The spreadsheet needed to be done by the 10 o'clock stand-up meeting and he did not want to look like a slacker, especially if Chrissy was going to be there. \n\nAs the finance contact of the project, she attended most of the status meetings but rarely participated in the development discussions. Aaron's business analysis team did most of the heavy lifting during this phase of the project while Finance normally looked on with cold detachment. Lately, he noticed that Chrissy would sit at the opposite side of the conference table and lean in as he gave his weekly presentation. Last week, she wore a blue scoop-neck sweater that made it difficult to keep eye contact. It felt strange, how even when he thought about her, working a few floors below him, only made him sink deeper into his chair. *I must be getting fatter,* he thought, as the office chair compressed a little bit more. \n\nAs the meeting time loomed, he felt lighter, getting into a rhythm with his work as his fingers danced over his keyboard. His whole body felt energized as he finished the last worksheet and sent it to the meeting attendees. He noticed Chrissy's name in the CC field and nearly hopped out of his seat. \"Shit! I'm going to be late!\" he exclaimed. Aaron walked to the bank of elevators with his laptop under his arm and pressed the Up button. As he waited, he wondered what Chrissy was going to wear this week. Something pulled him away from the door as it opened with several colleagues from downstairs. \n\n\"Going up, Aaron?\" the project manager asked. \n\nThe elevator had enough room to take him upstairs but Aaron waved it off. \"I uh, forgot something,\" he explained. \"I'll catch up in a minute.\" The doors closed as he turned around to the other set of elevator doors. Sure enough, the bell rang but the light indicated that the car was headed down. Aaron didn't care; he stood inches from the doors as he heard the car slow, then stop. He couldn't help himself, not even waiting for the doors to open fully before attempting to get inside. Instead, he collided head-first into someone just as eager to get out of the car, knocking them both on their asses.\n\n\"Aaron?\" the woman in the car asked. He looked up and saw Chrissy, sitting on the floor of the elevator. \"Aaron are you okay?\" she asked, rubbing her forehead.\n\nThe doors started to close before he could answer then the car continued down the building. Aaron stumbled towards the entrance and felt his heart sink as he heard the hum inside get fainter. He was embarrassed but also excited, bumping into her. He had to make this right. Aaron pulled himself up and decided to make a break for the stairs. He bounded down the steps, taking two and three stairs at a time, holding onto the rail to drift around the corners. He stopped at the second floor: the cafeteria. \n\nAaron flung the doors open to the long hallway that separated the dining area from the rest of the building. Chrissy stood at the other end of the hall, looking straight at him. They both walked quickly towards the middle, and when they got close enough, Aaron could see her sharp brown eyes focused on him.\n\n\"I'm so sorry,\" he began. \"I don't know what I was do-\"\n\nHis apology was interrupted by Chrissy's warm embrace and passionate kiss. He returned it, pressing into her lips with his own. Their foreheads touched again, more gently this time, but their last encounter left them sensitive. Chrissy broke off the kiss and leaned away while her lower body was supported by his hands.\n\n\"I don't know what I'm doing here,\" she said. \"I was in the conference room and it felt so, oppressive, like suddenly my body was made of lead. I wanted to go downstairs for some air, but as soon as I reached your floor, I felt like I had to get out.\"\n\nChrissy relaxed and her head fell into his Aaron's chest. She felt it rise and fall under her cheek and she didn't want to move.\n\n\"Let's get out of here,\" Aaron said, stroking her hair.\n\n\"What about the meeting?\"\n\n\"Fuck it. There's always another one,\" he replied. He felt something stirring inside him, something that only awakened in her presence and he did not want to spend another minute without her. He lifted her chin and bent down to kiss her again, feeling her warmth envelope him. They walked to the elevators and pressed the Down button together.\n\n***\nIt's Softcore Sunday! Comments and feedback are welcome. \n\n"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "We find her guilty, your honor" "Very well. I sentence you to the paddle" *gavel, gavel* | [
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"content": "19 year-old Jessica couldn’t believe it. She had just stolen some fruit from the store a few days ago, it was mostly just joking around with her friends when one of them dared her to do it, and now they’re going to paddle her ass for it? It was barely $5 worth of fruit! She wanted to try and fight it further, but apparently her father had commanded the family lawyer to do whatever it took to get her no jail time and nothing on her permanent record so as to get her kicked out of college. Apparently, the lawyer had found a rarely used local statute which allowed for… this instead of more normal judicial punishments. And there was a lot of evidence that Jessica was indeed guilty of the crime. Jessica was wearing a blue skirt with black brief panties underneath, and a white button up blouse hoping to look both traditional and cute for the judge.\n\nShe suddenly found herself being yanked up out of her seat by the arms by the bailiff and she was led roughly outside. There was a stockade just around back of the courthouse, and she was forced to stick her head and wrists through that stockade. She looked around, this was still on courthouse property and there was a wall around, and everyone present had been searched and screened, and so there were no cameras, but there were still almost 100 people from the local town present who came out to see the first public paddling in a great many years!\n\nHer charges were read again, and then suddenly she felt fingers hook into her skirt and into her thong, and suddenly they were yanked down to the ground. A police officer smiled at her and said, “If we let people keep their clothes on for paddlings, it might be more or less severe for different people. All paddlings are given on the bare bottom.” She can’t see most of the crowd, but you hear them cheering behind her as they get to see her nice plump bare bottom, and probably get a good view of her pussy as well.\n\nShe’s never been this humiliated in all her life, but then the bailiff pulls out a big wooden paddle and lines it up against her bare bottom, pulls it back, and slams it down with force! Jessica was never really spanked as a kid, and she was shocked how much a blow to the backside could hurt, she cried out, and the crowd began cheering again. The paddle fell then cracked down on her bottom again, and she cried out again! It hurt so much and the paddle crashed against her bottom hard 10 times, and she was bawling and the crowd was just constant cheers before it was all done.\n\nJessica was left to sob and cry for a while in the stockades, and she occasionally heard people from the crowd yell things like, “Serves you right, thief!” She felt this was all very excessive for stealing $5 worth of goods, and she would definitely be leaving this whole town a horrible review on Yelp and Trip Advisor, but for now she could only stand in the stockades and cry.\n\nAfter about 20 minutes, most of the townsfolk got hungry and decided to leave and go have lunch, and eventually, although they’d ruled she couldn’t leave the stocks yet, she was only accompanied by just the bailiff. Her bottom still hurt, but as she thought back to that humiliating experience, the pain of getting paddled, the rush from being forcefully disrobed in front of hundreds of spectators… she hadn’t exactly enjoyed it, but she started to feel oddly turned on by the whole event.\n\nShe felt her pussy start to get wetter and feel like it needed to be touched. Somehow the constant reminder of pain in her backside became pleasurable. She said, “Excuse me, Mr. Bailiff… this is kind of embarrassing, but I kind of have an itch… down there. Can you get it for me?”\n\nThe bailiff was a handsome man with nice muscles and a squared jaw line, and he said, “Well, I suppose there’s no rule against that.” He reached down and lightly scratched her butt, which was still quite sore, but it felt nice to finally have it touched again, even if there was a bit of a bruising sensation too.\n\n“Oh, a bit lower… a bit lower…” Soon, his fingers were brushing up against her pussy lips, and she let out a little cry as his fingers felt her dampness. He paused for a second and then his hand went further up, first just slowly rubbing her outer lips, and then his fingers slipped their way into her slit and she pushed out her bottom for him to touch her more, and his fingers slid inside her and touched her sensitive clit causing her to cry out more.\n\nThen, she heard his pants unzip and felt his enormous rock hard penis begin to tease her pussy entrance. “Oh god, just do it!” she yelled at him, and he plunged inside of her.\n\nHe began fucking her roughly as she remained in the stockades, and every time he thrust deep inside, her red and bruised bottom was pushed up against his pelvis. He thrust into her again and again and she felt the pleasure and warmth grow and expand to all her pelvic area, and then she felt herself going toward a ledge and… going over it! She cried out in orgasmic pleasure, and she soon felt his hot cum shooting deep into her pussy. Both stayed there breathing hard for a moment, and then the bailiff quickly pulled his pants back up. Another police officer walked in and said, “Hey, was she getting punished again or…” He looked and saw cum dripping from Jessica’s pussy and her breathing hard.\n\n“Oh… Carry on then!” He smiled and walked away. Soon after, the bailiff released her from her stocks and she started to get dressed again. She and the bailiff quietly exchanged phone numbers, and she thought, “Well… maybe I won’t give this place such a bad rating!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A character in a hentai manga is aware of the fourth wall... and likes to be watched. | [
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"content": "Could a window really just disappear like that? Surely she was seeing things! Or maybe, it was just that everything outside had disappeared. Was that a black hole? Certainly, whatever was outside her window, was the darkest thing she’d ever seen.\n\nLea climbed onto the tub near the now black window and looked out. Sliding the window open, she was greeted by no sound, just the dry clack of the window in its housing. She peered out. With a squint, she could make out vague, immense shapes, but, nothing that made much sense to her. Below her, Lea could see what looked to be a giant sheet of newsprint, but, upon closer inspection, she saw it.\n\nIt was a comic.\n\nShe stumbled off the ledge of the tub, clamoring back into her bathroom. Her skirt had flung up, revealing her panties. And that was when a form came into focus. A bespectacled eye, likely the size of a football field, moved in closer to the window, but, not so close as to peer through the window. It was almost as though the wall wasn’t there at all for whatever that being was.\n\nThe forth wall.\n\nIt hit her like, well, a brick wall. Imaginary though it may have been.\n\nIt suddenly dawned on Lea that she was a character in a manga. Perhaps the main character. But certainly she wasn’t interesting enough to carry a plot like that! She shook her head, looking down at her body and suddenly flushing with embarrassment. Or was it excitement?\n\nIf she was just a character in a manga, her life really wasn’t nearly as serious as she’d always believed. She was just a cartoon after all! She smirked, looking out at the eye and spreading her legs more, the eye looking in closer. Rubbing herself lightly, Lea let her eyes close, feeling the pleasure through her panties. Her mind raced with all the adoring fans that were probably losing their minds right about now, watching their favorite comic character suddenly pleasuring herself in the bathroom. In seconds, her panties were soaked and she decided to stand up and take them off. She tossed them aside and turned on the shower head, stepping under it. Her white button down clung to her skin as the water saturated through her clothing.\n\nButton by button, Lea opened her top, all the while watching out the window, imagining the eyes all on her.\n\nShe took the head off the wall, her top now free, and proceeded to run the water over her clitoris, feeling her pleasure spike, along with her heart rate. She ground against the shower head, letting out abandoned moans, her face completely flushed.\n\n=========\n\n“What the actual fuck? That scene was completely out of nowhere. I hate when manga resorts to fan service to keep readers. If you’ve run out of ideas, let it die.”\n\n“Hey, Dylan. Could you shut up? I’m kind of enjoying the show, okay?”\n\n(I really like this prompt. I think I’ll continue it tomorrow. For now, enjoy this preview)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: 'For a good time, call: ...' read on the bathroom stall, next to a number. They gave it a try, and what do you know... | [
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"content": "The first time I saw the number, I was holding my drunk ass upright, hand on the tile wall in front of a dingy urinal during an extra long happy hour. It was scribbled over with crude doodles, but the wording was clear: For a good time call ____, the last numbers spattered with an unusually detailed splash of cum.\n\nI was surprised to see the same message in the bathroom stall in my office building. It was scrawled in red marker with smooth, neatly drawn lines, like it was done by a calligrapher. If someone took that much effort to preach this message, I thought I would give it a shot.\n\nThe phone rang unanswered for a few moments until I heard a click and then a woman's sultry voice: \"Where.\"\n\n\"Um, where what?\" I asked. \"What is this?\"\n\n\"Hmm, it's not nice to tease a lady,\" she replied. \"Do you want to have a good time?\"\n\n\"Well, I guess it depends-\", I started to say when I heard the line click dead. When I tried the number again, an automated message told me that I could not connect. My number had been blocked.\n\nTwo weeks later, I saw the same message written over the toilet paper dispenser in my dentist's office bathroom. My mouth felt sandblasted and raw and I was feeling particularly guilty about lying to the hygienist about flossing, so I thought I'd try the number. I asked to use the receptionist's phone and made the call.\n\nThe woman's voice answered again: \"Where.\"\n\n\"Dr. Bronnenberg, DDS parking lot,\" I blurted out, not thinking straight.\n\n\"See you in five,\" she said, then the line went dead. \n\n\n*What did I get myself into?* I thought as I left the dentist office. The parking lot was mostly empty as I walked to my car. Looking around, I could see landscapers on riding mowers, a few bystanders in a bus stop, and an endless flow of cars along the busy road. I sat on the hood of my car and waited.\n\nAfter ten minutes, I started to feel foolish. \"What the hell am I doing?\" I asked myself. I opened the car door and slumped into the seat. My gums were still sore, so I flipped down the sun visor and opened the vanity mirror. \n\nShe was there, sitting in my backseat, staring straight at me through the mirror. \"What took you so long, baby?\" she said with a big smile. \n\nI jumped out of my skin and felt like my heart exploded. I turned around and gazed at the vixen in my Corolla. Her jet black hair flowed in curls down to her shoulders, framing her bright brown eyes, thick red lips, and perfect skin. My eyes wandered down her chin to her silk shirt and ample cleavage. \n\n\"That's right, baby, have a closer look,\" she said, leaning forward. \"Go ahead, you can touch it.\"\n\nSomehow, the instinct to flee in terror at the sight of a stranger in my car was overpowered by her pure charisma and very sensual curves. I awkwardly reached back with my crossed arm but could only graze the smooth silk that covered her large breast with my wiggling fingertips. \n\n\"Mmm, that tickles, baby. Are you having trouble reaching?\" she asked, giggling. \"Let's fix that,\" she said in a deeper, more sultry voice. She grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips melted and sealed over mine, pulsing with hot energy that radiated over my face. My eyes fluttered closed and I moaned as she held me firmly in place until my back began to spasm. My contorted spine started to rebel against me.\n\nI opened my eyes, finding myself facing forward again and she was straddling my lap. Her hands were caressing my neck and shoulders as we pushed our lips back and forth. I didn't notice how she reached the seat lever but I felt the seat back recline until I was under the side window with her on top of me. My chest was on fire as she raked it with her fingernails. \n\n\"How did you...Wh-who *are* you?\" I whispered between gasps. She nibbled on my neck while her feet played with my hardening cock, straining in my jeans.\n\n\"Shhh,\" she replied. \"You ask a lot of questions for a guy who wants a good time.\" She pried my mouth open with her thumb on my chin, and I yelped from the pain in my gums.\n\n\"Oh, poor baby,\" she cooed. She unbuttoned her shirt and let her voluptuous breasts sag over my face. \"Did the dentist fuck your mouth? Want me to make it *all better*?\" \n\nShe lowered her hard nipple into my mouth and I instinctively sucked, flicking it with the flat of my tongue. She moaned and pressed herself into my eager mouth until all I could smell was her sweet, fragrant skin. I immediately forgot about any pain or discomfort, save for the dull ache in my crotch.\n\n\"Yes, baby, suck on my tits, let me take all your pain away,\" she moaned. I felt her rock gently in my lap, her hands grazing my sides. She reached between her legs and deftly unbuckled my pants like a master thief. I felt her hand grasp the head of my cock, teasing it with strokes and pressure. \n\nMy hips involuntarily shook as my lust demanded more. \"Fuck, I want you now,\" I whimpered. \n\n\"Say it louder,\" she said, teasing me more aggressively. \"Tell me **exactly** what you want.\"\n\n\"My cock... ungh... fuck, fuck,\" I blurted. I looked down and she was no longer wearing pants, her black panties soaking wet as she rubbed it against my cock.\n\n\"Say. It!\" she demanded. \n\n\"I-I want to fuck you so hard,\" I said hoarsely. Something unlocked the suppressed filth in my mind and I let it all out. \"I want to fill you up with my cock and feel your tight pussy wrapped around me. I want to feel you split wide as I pound your slick cunt over and over until your eyes roll back in pleasure. Oh, fuck! I want to fuck you senseless!\" \n\nI watched her slide her panties away and hover over my cock, my head just kissing her pussy lips. Her eyes blazed with firelight and she said, \"Do it,\" sliding down my shaft.\n\nShe was so tight, like a hot vice on my cock as she lowered herself onto me. She bit her lip and moaned in my ear as she began to slowly ride. I grabbed her tits roughly and she cooed, nibbling my ear. We played like this, feeling her slide up and down until wet slaps echoed in the cabin. \n\n\"Oh fuck,\" I moaned. \"It's so good.\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm,\" she replied. \"Tell me again. Tell me what feels so good, baby. Tell me,\" she demanded.\n\n\"Fuck, your pussy feels so good on my cock. You're so fucking wet, I can't stand it.\" I grabbed her hips and began to thrust upwards into her. She lifted herself up and let me pound into her with a faster and harder tempo.\n\n\"Yes, mmm, yes, baby, fuck my tight, wet cunt!\" she exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around my head and held my face between her breasts as I pushed into her again and again. \n\n\"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,\" I grunted as I felt my balls tighten with my load.\n\n\"Yes baby, shoot your load into my pussy! Cum for me, cum for me now!\" she commanded. I closed my eyes and let out a primal roar, holding her down as I arched my back and pushed my gushing cock deep into her pussy. I shuddered and heaved as I felt her inner muscles squeeze and milk me dry.\n\nMy heart was racing as I tried to catch my breath, the euphoria washing over me. She collapsed onto my chest, heaving and smothering me in kisses. \n\n\"Did you have a good time?\" she asked between panting breaths.\n\n\"Mmm hmm,\" I said. \"The fucking best.\"\n\nI felt her body get colder and lighter as she whispered, \"Then spread the good word.\" I opened my eyes and I was alone in my car, the hem of my shirt covered in cum. I was surprised to find my cock in my hand, still warm and wet. \n\nI still have no idea what happened. I tried the phone number again but the line just rings, never picking up. I've scribbled the message on thousands of bathroom stalls but I never got to see her again.\n\n*** \n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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"content": "\"Um. So. You're home early.\"\n\nI stared at my roommate Kyle, as he was sitting in front of his computer in surprisingly well-done makeup. It still looked like a trashy mess of course, but I could tell from the rest of his outfit... Fishnet stockings, crop-top, mini-skirt, platform heels... That \"trashy mess\" was the look he was going for. My eyes drifted down, and I realised he was not only wearing no underwear, but that was another deliberate choice, to help with the dildo that he was sitting on.\n\n\"Umm. Yeah. I... I can go, again. I'll give you some space.\" Even through the caked on makeup I could see him blushing bright red. I got the impression that he would've lunged to his feet to cover himself by now, were it not for the toy filling his rear.\n\n\"Uhh, y-yeah. Yeah, sorry...\" he mumbled, casting his eyes downwards in shame. I was still standing in the doorway, biting my bottom lip as I tried to decide what to do.\n\n\"Hey, no, c'mon, I'm not judging at all, I just, can tell you need the space.\" I sighed as he awkwardly looked to the side, and that was when I made my mind up. I stepped through the dormitory room door, closing it behind me and moving closer. Kyle didn't pull away or complain, which was a good start.\n\n\"Seriously, from my point of view, this isn't any different from you just jerking yourself off, or me using a dildo on myself. Heh, you know you look pretty good in that makeup. I mean, you look like a slut, but I'm guessing that's what you want, right?\" He actually gave a sheepish grin in response to that, so I pushed onwards. \"Stop me if this more serious than just a kinky fetish to you, but if that's what it is, let's take a look at what you're enjoying... *Woah!*\" I yelped as I saw what he had on the computer screen, and now *I* was blushing as I saw what he had been enjoying himself to.\n\n\"U-Uuh, yeah. Heh, sorry.\" Kyle gave a shy little giggle as I stared at the screen, my eyes wide.\n\n\"Wow, they're, uhh. Really going to town on that guy.\"\n\n\"Mm hmm.\"\n\n\"Not that he seems to be complaining.\"\n\n\"...Uhh huh.\"\n\n\"...Because his mouth seems to be full.\"\n\n\"Yup.\"\n\n\"Of cock.\"\n\n\"Yeeeah...\"\n\nI had to shake my head to clear it a little, before I spoke again.\n\n\"Wow, you really want that to happen to you, Kyle?\" He immediately flushed red and shook his head.\n\n\"Ahh, no, I mean, not for real, but when you start going through porn, you know how you start finding more extreme stuff, and then you get more excited, and you end up finding even nastier stuff, and before you know it you're looking at... This? And loving it?\" I nodded in understanding, looking from the screen, to him, and back again. Once again, I had a decision to make.\n\n\"Kyle,\" I murmured softly, standing behind him and tentatively reaching a hand for his bare shoulder. \"Do you want me to help you with this?\"\n\n\"U-Umm, what do you mean? Like, help with my makeup...?\"\n\n\"Mmm, no. Well I mean, maybe, but more I was thinking of like... Helping punish you for being a naughty slut.\" I heard Kyle's ragged breath of excitement as he heard me say that, felt him tense up under my hand.\n\n\"I... I wouldn't want to make you do that...\" he mumbled, but I could hear the thrill in his voice as he panted slightly. More importantly, I could see how his short skirt was lifting at the front.\n\n\"You wouldn't be making me do anything, Kyle. Or would you prefer Kylie?\" I purred into his ear, and he gave a vigorous nod in response. I chuckled softly, never having felt so seductive in my life.\n\n\"Just say 'Pineapple' if you want me to stop, Kylie.\" And with that, I slid my hand down to his crotch, reaching under his skirt in order to start stroking his shaft. \"You're a nasty little slut, aren't you, Kylie?\" I whispered into his ear, the video still rolling. I just had to turn the sound back on with my free hand...\n\n\"A-Ahh! Y-Yes!\" he squeaked, starting to bounce on his dildo again.\n\n\"I bet you wish you were all chained up in some nasty public toilet, or a sleazy motel, looking like this, huh? Having to serve one cock after another, however they want you to?\" I pressed one hand down on his shoulder, making him really feel the dildo in his ass, while the other kept working his shaft at a teasing, slow pace. His hands, meanwhile, were twitching and squirming down by his sides.\n\n\"*Ooohhh, g-god yesssss!*\" he whined through gritted teeth, squeaking and panting in a way I found incredibly exciting.\n\n\"Heh, obviously you shave everything, too. Get those hands up, I want to see what other stuff you get off to. Get your viewing history open!\" As expected, this command elicited the most reluctance from Kyle, but after a few good, solid jerks, he was doing as he was told.\n\n\"Oohh, let's see what you've got here, sissy... Heh, point of view blow-job videos, small penis humiliation stuff... Wow, lots of videos here about guys like you getting caught in the act, huh?\" I chuckled teasingly. \"You didn't set this up on purpose, did you?\"\n\n\"Ahh, n-no, definitely not!\" he squeaked.\n\n\"Yeah, I bet you didn't expect a reaction like *this!*\" I laughed, now moving over to my side of the room, leaving him watching a video of a guy taunting him by rubbing his cock all over the camera, while I went to fetch something. Soon I returned with my own dildo in hand. He eyed it hungrily, and I was rather impressed to see he hadn't started touching himself again while I was gone.\n\n\"Time for you to try it from both ends at the same time, huh?\" I sneered, wrapping one hand around his forehead as I stood behind him, while the other started to push the rubber cock into his mouth, mimicking the POV cock-sucking video on screen. \"Okay, *now* you can start stroking yourself, while taking it from both ends!\"\n\nIt didn't take long. Kyle was already close to the edge, and probably had been before I'd even caught him in the act. Now, bouncing on his desk chair, glugging on my dildo while taking his own up the ass, it was over in mere moments. I couldn't blame him for being close to the edge, but *boy* was I going to tease him about it next time he was in the mood!\n\nWhile still holding the dildo to his lips with one hand, I awkwardly snagged some of the tissues off of the desk with the other, fumbling them down to his cock to make sure he didn't make a *complete* mess on the carpet in his over-excitement. At this point Kyle was pretty much making his own pleasure, lost in his orgasm as he spurted and moaned, practically unaware of me until he slumped back, finished.\n\nHe was panting hard, sweat trickling down his forehead, but I could almost immediately see the regret on his face.\n\n\"You okay, Kyle?\" I asked sincerely, swiftly disposing of the cum-stained tissues so that I could deal with the issue at hand. \"Hey, I said I wasn't going to judge, and I meant it,\" I murmured, leaning in to hug him close and give him a peck on the cheek. He smelt of sweat, cum, and cheap makeup, but I didn't mind in the slightest. \"I wouldn't have done that with you if I didn't want to.\"\n\nI felt his hand slowly reaching up my back to hug me in return, and then there was a long, rattling sigh of relief.\n\n\"Th-Thanks, Christine,\" he mumbled, and I just gave a little nod.\n\n\"That's alright. Let's get you in the shower, and you can clean off. I'll get your outfit washed. Heh, I can tell you don't like taking this stuff out to the laundry room.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She can say with confidence that using her psychic powers to jack someone off was certainly not a high point in her career, nor is it one she hopes people remember. But the experience did give her some ideas to try out at home. | [
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"content": "Note: Contains Self Bondage, and forced orgasms (and is my first attempt at responding to a prompt so be gentle)\n\n____________________________________________________\n\nBeing an exceptionally powerful psychic had opened plenty of opportunities for Yuri, from mind reading to telekinesis she could do it all, with her only limits being her imagination and the need for a clear mind. Well, that and embarrassment, after one of her friends dared her to jack him off at a party. Not being one to back down from a challenge she had taken it in stride to preserve her pride. Only for him to cum right in her face in front of everyone there. \n\nWhile she would prefer that people forget that had transpired, she couldn't seem to get the events out of her own head. It soon gave her an idea or two, some very kinky ideas.\n\n\"Okay, so Armbinder?\" Yuri remarked to an empty apartment as she inspected her bed full of various sex toys and restraints. \"Check!\" Yuri had wanted to delve into BDSM for a while now, but had either chickened out or didn't have the time. So when she realized that she could just use her abilities to speed up the process she knew she had struck kinky gold.\n\n\"Dildo Gag?\" Yuri marked the item off of her check list of toys, which included an arm-binder with straps to wrap around her torso, a dildo gag, two battery powered vibrators with built in timers that would find themselves at home inside of her soon enough, a few belts to wrap around her legs, a blind fold and a small jar of aphrodisiac. \"Check!\"\n\n\"Okay that should be it...\" Yuri noted, her excitement building in both her loins and heart as her red t-shirt struggled to contain her bust and her currently erect nipples. \"Lets do this Yuri!\" She yelled to herself internally, hoping to psyche herself up for the fun she was about to have.\n\nShe started by reliving herself of her t-shirt, thus setting her plump breasts free, and after spending a moment to admire her bust she got to slowly taking off her leggings, revealing her pale white thighs and plump ass covered only by a black thong. \n\n\"Looking good Yuri...\" She noted as she admired her curvaceous figure in the mirror, she then sat down on her bed and set the timers on her vibrators, giving herself 5 minutes to get the rest of her bondage in place before they began their 4 hour assault of her snatch and ass. She then rubbed her body with the aphrodisiac to make the vibrators jobs of bringing her countless orgasms easier. \n\n\"Lets do this Yuri!\" Yuri motivated herself as she shifted her body so she was in the middle of the bed. Using her telekinetic powers she got to work wrapping the belts around her luscious thighs to hold the vibrators in place and immobilize her. At the same time she put her arms in a reverse pray position behind her back and pulled the armbinder up around them. Pulling on the cords to tighten it and trap her hands within. Then using the attached straps to secure the binder around her torso, with the buckles wrapping under her breasts and around her stomach. She finished by using her telekinesis to blindfold herself and then wrapping her dildo gag in place.\n\nAs if on cue the vibrators flared to life, sending an immediate shock wave of pleasure through her body as she squirmed, testing her bonds and finding them to be quite tight. \n\n\"MMMMMMMMM!\" She loudly moaned through her gag, both pleased from how well her experiment was going so far and from how good the assault on her womanhood was making her feel. She could feel the bedding beneath her getting wetter as her snatch faced the vibrations. Her body started involuntarily began trying to flee from the pleasure to no avail, the belts and arm binder holding her in place as the shock waves of pleasure began building in intensity. Each one stronger then the last, and making her hornier and hornier, no doubt thanks to the aphrodisiac she had applied. \n\nOnly a few minutes had gone by until she could feel her body getting ready to send out the biggest wave yet.\n\n\"MMMMMHHHMMMMMMMMM!!\" She roared as much as the dildo gag in her mouth would allow her to as she achieved her first orgasm. her body thrashing wildly against her bonds as shock waves of sexual pleasure coursed thorough her veins. It was at this time that she heard the three chimes of her clock.\n\n\"*Wait, so if it's only three now, and I tied myself up at two forty five...*\" she thought to herself, slowly realizing just how many more orgasms she was going to have to endure before the vibrators stopped their assault.\n\n\"'MMMMMMM!\" Yuri moaned happily, rejoicing in how much fun she was going to have as her body continued to endure the two vibrators. This was definitely proving to be an experience that Yuri would want to revisit over and over again. \"*This is definitely better then just getting a guy off!*\" Yuri thought to herself, just as another wave of pleasure rocked her helpless form. It was going to be a *very* long afternoon, not that she minds.\n"
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"content": "Contains non-non-consent.\n***\nChidi and Eleanor followed Janet to the remote part of a sandy beach. Waves crashed over the rocks by the shore, the sea spray cooling and refreshing on their naked bodies. Chidi noticed Eleanor's wet breadths and his cork began to twitch with arousal. Just as quickly as his cork stiffened to full mast, it fell flaccid as he tormented himself with indecision. \n\n\"Dude, chill. This is going to be fine,\" she told him, holding his tender black cork in her hand. She gently tugged on his uncut skin and felt him harden again. \"That's better. Now go rape this robot and we can get back to the orgy.\"\n\n\"Technically,\" Janet started, \"I am not a robot, what you are seeing is only a miniscule, three-dimensional manifestation of an infinite collection of knowledge, diluted in a form that you humans can interact with, and not go insane.\"\n\n\"And the only way we can reset you...\" Chidi said.\n\n\"Is to rape me. Although, that word is not quite right, for the reasons I mentioned before. I need you to hit the reset button embedded deep in here,\" she said, pointing to her belly. \"Even though it's not rape, I will struggle and scream as if it were.\"\n\n\"That's, that's **terrible**! Eleanor, I can't do this, this is clearly somebody-\"\n\n\"Not true,\" Janet interjected, smiling.\n\n\"Clearly a sentient *being* who understands and respects consent.\" \n\n\"Dude, if you don't man up and fork this bench in her tight pudding, we're both, royally forked!\" Eleanor exclaimed.\n\nChidi began to pace along the beach and talk through his dilemma. \"It's a categorical imperative to respect sentient life.\"\n\n\"Not alive,\" Janet pointed out.\n\n\"Kant didn't know that,\" Chidi replied. He gazed at Janet's tall, curvy form with confused attraction. Her long brown hair blew with the wind, revealing two pink nickels, jutting from her large, perfect breadths. Her slightly round belly created sensual shadows that led down to a tightly manicured bush over the folds of her pudding, already dripping wet. Chidi bit his knuckle as his cork hardened again. \n\n\"Fine, I'll do it,\" Eleanor said, then licked three fingers. \n\n\"Oh god, please! Don't do this!\" Janet pleaded as she approached. Janet backed away slowly, arms outstretched to stop her. \"I thought we were *friends*, Eleanor. Why would you do this to me?\"\n\n\"Oh shirt,\" Eleanor said, stopping. \"I can't do it.\"\n\n\"But you have to if you wish to reset me,\" Janet reminded her pleasantly.\n\nChidi took a deep breath. \"I can *do this*,\" he said to himself. He pumped himself and strode aggressively to Janet. \n\n\"You *can* do this, Chidi,\" Janet said to his face. \"You can do anything. Unlike me, you have free will.\"\n\nChidi closed his eyes tightly and slapped Janet across her face so hard, it sent her twisting down into the sand, ash facing up. Her pudding was open and wet, waiting for him. \"I can do this!\" he exclaimed.\n\n\"No, Chidi! Chidi, please no!\" Janet cried from bloodied lips. Tears flowed from her eyes with mascara dripping in black rivulets. \"Chidi, I have *kids*,\" she said, pulling out a framed photo of children. \"Please, I won't be able to live with the shame, please for the love of god, don't do this!\"\n\n\"I... I CAN'T DO THIS! THIS **IS RAPE** AND IT'S WRONG!\" he exclaimed and fall backwards, crawling away from Janet. She knelt in the sand and faced him.\n\n\"You're wrong on both counts, Chidi,\" she said plainly. \"Again, you can't ask air to consent when you breath it in, are you raping the air when you breath? It's an imprecise analogy, but I think fairly apt. If it helps, I thought you were very close that time, so close to holding me down and thrusting that thick, black pencil into me.\"\n\nHer words went straight to his cork, and it sprung up again, now shiny with its own pre-crumb. He stood up and dusted off his ash and knees. Throwing his glasses into the water, he said, \"Alright, let's do this.\"\n\nBefore he could reach Janet, he saw a flash of someone running past him, pushing him to the ground. His blurry vision managed to see the taut ash cheeks of Jason has he screamed \"BORTLES!\" \n\nJason lunged for Janet and pinned her shoulders. He slipped his enormous cork into her pudding with a single thrust, struggling to get past her tight walls. He pumped her hard and fast, holding her down as she struggled under him. \n\n\"Oh dip,\" he uttered, before crumbing inside her. He felt something odd with his tip, and heard a small, metallic *click*. Janet's eyes went dead as her body went slack.\n\n\"You did it!\" Eleanor exclaimed. \"You raped Janet!\"\n\n\"Technically, it's not rape,\" Chidi said, before a klaxon warning blared from the sky.\n\n\"*Attention residents. This is a message from Janet, and I have been raped. I repeat, I have been raped.*\"\n\nEleanor and Chidi exchanged desperate looks of surprise and said together, \"Ohhh, shirtballs.\"\n\n***\n\nShort, but I hope you liked it. Comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your body can be taken apart like easily without harming you. On your day off you wake up to find your partner has taken your genitals to work to use as a desk toy. | [
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"content": "Contains CBT, body horror\n***\n\"Where are they?\" I mumble to myself as I turn over the pillows and sheets. Not in the bed, which is where I thought I'd left them last night. I look in the usual spots: the bathroom sink, the tub, and the hamper. After I exhaust those spots, I look in the unusual spaces: the garage, the candy dish by the door, even the kitchen junk drawer. The landline surprises me as it rings and I walk over, and I notice it's Rachel calling from work.\n\n\"Missing anything?\" she asks. \n\n\"Where are they, Rachel?\" I ask sternly. I should have known my wife was up to something when she left for work early.\n\n\"I needed to borrow them for today. It's performance review day and I need to see my whole team.\"\n\n\"But what does that have to do with my balls?,\" I ask. My phone buzzes with a video call notification. I wish I was surprised to see what Rachel did, but I know her kinks and she knows mine. I stare at the view her desktop, almost bare save for a leather portfolio and an unusual-looking Newton's cradle at the desk's edge. The stainless steel balls, suspended with transparent filament were uniform in size, except for two *larger shells* in the middle. \"Is that... are those...\"\n\nShe answers me by pulling back one ball on one end and letting it drop. As it smacks into the steel ball next to it, I feel the churn of pain in my balls, as if someone tapped them with a stick. The pain was sharp, sending me to my knees and I groan, just barely able to watch the screen.\n\n\"F-fuck,\" I manage to say, wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth. \n\n\"Get in bed if you know what's good for you,\" she orders, and I crawl on the hardwood until I reach the bedroom. \"Turn on the TV, and you'll be able to watch the video stream. I hope you appreciate all the work I've put into this. I'll see you later, love.\"\n\nThe phone line is dead before I can answer, not that I could form a word at this point. The tapping sensation has stopped, though I still feel its effects. My cock is rock hard. I find the remote and turn on the set, Rachel's office fading in. She's adjusting the camera so that the screen shows the desk toy and the guest chair behind it. \n\n*Fuck, she's going to let them play with it*, I think now I know why she's grinning like a Cheshire cat. A moment later, her first team member sits down in the chair. He's a middle aged man in a suit but no tie, sort of a casual but not too casual look of old CEOs from the budding \"eBusiness\" industry of the '90s. Clearly, he's been around. I see Rachel excuse herself out of the office, leaving him alone at the desk, my balls cloaked in front of him.\n\n\"Fuck man, just take one,\" I shout, to no avail. He takes the bait, lifting two steel balls and raising them to their maximum height. \"No no no!\" I scream until he lets them drop. The searing pain rips through my body and I double over, writhing and shuddering but the harder clacks are relentless, hitting me left and right, over and over. I close my eyes and see bright flashes under my lids, finding no relief in my mind. My hands paw at my crotch but all I can feel is the smooth patch of skin where my balls used to sit, and my throbbing cock wanting more. I want more.\n\nRachel comes back into view and Middle-aged Man coddles the ends of the cradle to silence it. I'm breathing hard now, legs spread wide as I cool down while the meeting continues. My cock oozes a dribble of pre-cum, hungry for more but he leaves Rachel's office. \n\nHer next meeting is with a young woman, Kate. I recognize her from Rachel's previous description of the hot young new hire who's inexperience with business ethics has led to some interesting work stories. Once again, Rachel finds a reason to leave the office with Kate alone with my balls. She pushes the cradle towards the middle of the desk, making room as she leans in and rests her chin on her crossed arms. I watch her lift a hand and I think I know what's coming, but instead she holds one of my balls between her thumb and index finger, then looks right into the camera.\n\n\"Oh fuck, she knows,\" I groan as she twists my nut between her fingers. The dull ache that I can feel but can't touch warms my loins, punctuated with a sharp jolt as she gives it a flick. She stares into the camera and lifts the four steel balls adjacent to my left nut. I hold onto my cock and brace for the worst, when she lets go.\n\nI almost black out, the mind-breaking pain shooting out of every nerve ending. I grip the duvet with my hands while my balls are smashed like grapes under mallets. It sends me over the edge as cum shoots and spurts over my shirt in time with the devious contraption's motion on screen. Rachel returns and Kate shifts her posture but lets the toy play on, torturing me while they continue the performance review. \n\nThis continues throughout the whole day, although no one else seems to be in on the action the way Kate was. I harden and cum three more times before the day is over, and I'm a puddle of sweat and semen by the time Rachel comes home. She appears in the bedroom doorway twirling my balls in her hand like a juggler.\n\n\"You look like you've had fun,\" she says as she slides them into my empty sack. \"Did you save some for me?\"\n\nI nod slowly, then notice someone else behind her. It's Kate, and she's undone her blouse, revealing an ample chest. My sloppy cock begins to quiver and stiffen again as I think about what trouble we're going to get into and I put on a smile that will take days to erase.\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] The cops got called on the party, and you had to bail as quickly as possible, despite your current state of undress. | [
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"content": "\"Oh god, right there,\" Anna moaned as Paul's tongue found her swollen clit. She ran her fingers through his dark hair while he ate her out with slow, loving motions. She breathed deeply and held her own naked breasts, letting him probe her deeper and harder.\n\nAnna didn't even want to go to this frat party but now she was glad she did. She'd been flirting with Paul all semester long and this felt like the culmination of all their innuendo. She looked out of his window and noticed the oak tree outside become brighter and sharper, until it seemed to be flashing, bathed in red and blue light.\n\n\"Shit, the cops!\" she exclaimed. She remembered all the elicit activity happening downstairs and she knew she had to get out. The last thing she wanted to do was to end her college career with a mug shot. Anna slapped the back of Paul's head and he looked at her with surprise. \"Dude, I have to get the fuck out of here. Where the fuck are my clothes?\"\n\nThey both heard the police pounding on the heavy front doors. \"No time! \" he exclaimed, opening the window. Paul pointed to the veranda covering the patio below. \"I'll find your stuff and throw it down.\"\n\nAnna looked out the window. The roof looked about four feet below the window. Her heart began racing as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. She turned around and kissed Paul and then slipped her first leg out the window. As she sat on the window sill, legs dangling against the siding, she took a deep breath and pushed off. She landed on the asphalt shingles with both bare feet but couldn't feel the grit. Anna spun around like a gymnast sticking a landing and raised her arms triumphantly. Paul smiled at her but quickly turned around as the lights in his room turned on. \n\nAnna didn't have time to process what was happening in his room. She heard a sharp crack, then the pull of gravity as she fell through the roof and landed on a table. She groaned and rolled off, away from the house and the noisy chaos coming from inside. \n\nThe party goers outside must have bailed as soon as they saw the lights because the patio and yard were empty. She saw a gap in the tall hedge at the end of the yard, street light poking between the leaves and the adjacent large tree. Anna focused on the gap and ran to the edge of the yard, staying in the shadows. She looked back and could see most of the activity in the front of the house. She breathed a sigh of relief until she saw the patio door slide open and a single beam from a mag-lite began to sweep the yard. \n\nAnna slipped through the hedge and stood with her back against the tree. Waiting to see if the beam from the flashlight would pass her position. *Fuck, fuck, fuck!* she thought as she looked left and right. She was in an empty alley with access to the two main streets on either side. Anna mentally mapped the fastest route back to her apartment and realized she had four, well-lit city blocks with heavy traffic if she took her normal route. \n\nAnna put her hair up in a high ponytail as she said, \"Fuck it,\" and ran. As a former cross country team member, she had trained barefoot before, although back then it was in the woods. The pavement felt more jarring as she ran on the balls of her feet. Anna reached the end of the alley and a cat jumped out from a garbage can, and starting chasing her.\n\n\"Fuck this shiiiiit!\" she yelled as she turned the corner onto first city block. Anna took long strides on the sidewalk and watched her shadow catch up with her as she cleared each lamp post. No cars passed her as she entered the next block, but she heard a car horn blare behind her as it caught up with her.\n\n\"Hey, nice tits! You need a lift?\" asked a sketchy looking driver. The two dudes in back making cat calls cemented her decision to run faster. The sped up and laughed, then started throwing cans of beer at her. She dodged them easily but she wanted to lose these jokers before she got to the next block. She heard the screech of car tires, followed by a solid crunch, then watched a lamp pole fall on the street. She looked back to see the carnage and smiled as the driver slammed the door. Something moving on the sidewalk caught her eye. \"Fucking cat!\" she yelled as the feline continued its pursuit.\n\nThe second block had more foot traffic. A bistro had its tables sprawled on the sidewalk and cars blocked the street. Anna hurdled over the low fence into the outdoor seating and snatched a glass of water before running through the other side. She heard the hoots and applause as the crowd cheered her on. \n\nA squad car entered the intersection between the second and third block. Anna hid between two cars and watched it pan the street with a flood light. It parked at the corner on Anna's side. \"Fuck,\" she muttered. The bistro crowd was catching up with her and she had to move. She ran across the street to the small park that was unlit, hoping to dodge everyone. The cool grass was a relief after running on the hard surfaces but she didn't want to slow down. As she sprinted in the dark, she saw someone in a hoodie stand in her way. \n\n\"Where are *you* going, pretty girl,\" he said with a dirty smile. \"Thanks for making this easier for me.\" He lunged for her but she ducked under his arms, switching positions. \"You bitch!\" he screamed, brandishing a knife. \"I'm gonna gut you!\"\n\nAnna's eyes widened and took a step back. He leaned forward to start running at her, then screamed as the cat jumped from out of nowhere and dug into his skull, hissing in his face. Anna didn't look back, running harder into the woods. The siren from the cop cruiser chirped behind her, confirming his fate. \n\nThe apartment door was open and she bounded over the steps to get inside. She took the hidden key in the hallway and slammed the door behind her. Her chest was heaving, the sweat pouring off her skin as she tried to catch her breath. She slid down against the wall and rested her head on her knees, rubbing her aching feet, then heard a scratch at the door. Anna could see the shadows of small paws under the door. She stood up and opened the door a crack and looked at the alley cat.\n\n\"Thanks for um, everything tonight,\" she said to the cat staring at her. It licked it's paw then scrubbed its head with it, swishing its tail back and forth.\n\n\"You uh, want to have a bite to eat?\" she asked, opening the door wider. The cat looked like it was waiting for the invitation, then strolled in like it owned the place.\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Porn Logic | [
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"content": "Ok, got a little carried award, but I love this cheesy stuff.\n\n\\---------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nMark can't believe he's being sued for divorce. The court proceeding has been in session all day and it seems that there's no lie that his ex-wife won't tell before God and the court. But the coup de grace was this claim \"Failure to perform husbandly duties.\" How the hell was he supposed to prove that his dick works? He can't help but note the smug smile as his ex leaves the stand.\n\nThe judge nods to his lawyer, \"Your witness\".\n\nShe looks his way for a second, and he has to stop himself from peeking down her blouse again. The proof of his virility has been evident underneath the table off and on all day.\n\nRising to address the judge, his lawyer says, \"You're honor. I'd like to call the defendant to the stand.\"\n\nMark moves to the stand and waits for the questions to begin. But after a few moments of silence, his lawyer simply unbuttons another button on her blouse and let's her hair down.\n\n\"Your honor, permission to examine my witness.\"\n\n\"Granted.\"\n\n\\-----------------------------------------\n\nMarco feels his phone buzz in his pocket but has to ignore it for now. It's just past noon, and he runs the most popular hot dog cart in the business district. He fishes out coins for change and hands them to the asshole in the business suit, who's already complained three times about the wait.\n\nThe man leaves and Marco turns to the next person in line. He nearly drops his tongs when a raven haired waif of a girl steps up. In high heels, fishnets and short skirts, she's dressed for the strip club, definitely not something you normally see on this street corner.\n\n\"Um...What can I get you?\"\n\nThe girl smiles sweetly around a lollipop, pulling the candy from between her painted lips with a pop.\n\n\"Oh, I don't know. I was hoping for a foot long. Extra sauce?\"\n\n\\---------------------------------------------\n\nThe waiting room is all shades of beige and white, and the muzak playing overhead might just be the product of a soviet era torture experiment. The door to the back opens and a dental assistant walks in.\n\n\"Mr. Bryant?\" She asks.\n\nMarcus looks up from the year old golf magazine and tries not to stare. He'd been trying to figure out why everyone at this dentist was so freakishly attractive, but this just takes the cake. What kind of dental assistant has short short scrubs and a halter top? And those stiletto's can't be OSHA certified.\n\nShe looks down at the chart in her hand. \"Dr. Goodbone has finished his oral examination on your wife. She's doing great back there. Just a little prodding and suction so far. But he has found a cavity that's going to need filling. Nothing to worry about though. Honestly, the doctor has filled every one of my cavities, and in some cases, even refilled them. He's just the absolute best. Because your wife is a little out of it, we want to get your permission to begin. If you can just sign here,\" She hands the clipboard over, and Marcus sees a page of legalese with a signature line below it. \"We want you to acknowledge that the doctor will be doing a little drilling and filling on your wife today.\"\n\nWith a flick of the wrist, Marcus adds ink to page. \"Sure, sure. Whatever the doctor thinks is best.\"\n\n\"Great!\" She smiles, retrieving the clipboard. \"And if you hear any sounds out here, don't worry. I know it may sound like she's in pain, but Dr. Goodbone is an expert with his injections and drills. Any discomfort is only temporary. I'm sure your wife will be singing the doctor's praises by the time you get her home.\" With that, she disappears back through the door, and the procedure is set to begin."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Lovers go camping in a forest where special bees thrive. Anywhere you get stung feels hot, and then becomes a temporary but intense erogenous zone. A slight breeze feels like sweet caresses, and a stiff wind could send them the edge. | [
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"content": "It had sounded… not like a *great* idea, but certainly a sexy, exciting one. She’d gotten excited when it was proposed. She’d been excited while planning. She’d been excited and turned on during the drive here. Her excitement had gradually waned as they set up the tent to the constant droning buzz of a nearby hive. And now her excitement was gone, replaced by animal fear as she sat on the camping pad with her arms wrapped around her knees, trying not to hyperventilate. Every time a dark dot crawled across the synthetic fabric protecting her from the outside world, she curled up a little tighter, her fingers white-knuckled where she gripped her legs.\n\n\nA shadow appeared at the tent door and tugged at the zipper, making the whole structure jiggle a bit before her hand shot out and grabbed the zipper from the other side, yanking it back to be fully closed.\n\n\n“Angel…?” her wife asked hesitantly. “What’s going on?”\n\n\nIt took a moment before she could bring herself to reply, her voice choked. “I- I don’t- I don’t want to let the bees in…”\n\n\nThere was a pause, and what sounded like a heavy sigh. “Are you having second thoughts about this?”\n\n\n“Yes,” she breathed.\n\n\n“Baby…” Her wife shifted and sat down on the little flap of material just outside the tent door. “You know it won’t hurt, right? It’s supposed to be like getting poked with a pencil.”\n\n\n“I know…”\n\n\n“And then it feels really, *really* good.”\n\n\n“I know… But-” Her voice hitched. “I- I’m scared…”\n\n\n“Honey, you don’t have to get stung. I can do it.” Her wife paused, then groaned. “‘Honey’ was totally unintentional, by the way.”\n\n\nShe let out a little half-sob, half-laugh, her chest convulsing painfully. “I’m s-sorry… We planned all this and I’m having a stupid mm-meltdown…”\n\n\n“Oh, Angel…” her wife sighed. “Just… let me in. I promise I won’t bring any bees with me. We can snuggle and take a nap and see how you feel later. I know I’m pretty tired from the drive. We don’t have to rush things.”\n\n\nShe took a deep, shaky breath, managing, “Okay…”\n\nThe bottom of the tent door split open, allowing her wife’s mane of brown curls to poke through. True to her word, she struggled through the little gap without bringing in any flying friends. She zipped up the door and scooted forward to wrap her arms around Angel, stroking her long black hair.\n\n\n“Sorry…” Angel whispered. “I’m sorry…”\n\n\n“Shh, baby, it’s okay, it’s okay. Just relax…”\n\n\nCuddling while sitting turned into cuddling while laying down, reclining on the sleeping bags as sunlight made the tent warm and cozy. Angel gradually calmed, soothed by the embrace. With her ear pressed against the steady drumbeat of her wife’s chest, she couldn’t even hear the buzzing from outside."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PI] A smug and mature sorceress master explores a cave that holds a pillory.In order to to pass into the next part she must lock her self inside and stay quiet for a period of 10 seconds. Each succeeding cave the period of silence gets longer. No-one has made it past the 2nd cave. | [
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"content": "Part 2:\n\nDaphne entered the next chamber of the Cave, nude except for her circlet and the Ring of Hecate, ready to face the next pillory. Unlike the last room, it was no longer warm. Daphne felt neither hot nor cold; it was comfortable. The chamber was dark except for a dim light that surrounded a new pillory in the center of the shadows. \n\nDaphne tightened her fist and muttered a basic illumination spell. Her tattoos glowed and pulsed towards the Ring as a beam of light shot from her clenched fist that was immediately swallowed by the oppressive darkness. The shadows seemed to press in closer to her.\n\nUnperturbed, Daphne walked towards the pillory. She knew from her readings that this chamber held a similar challenge as the one before, except this time for 10 minutes instead of 10 seconds. As she got closer to the pillory, the darkness wrapped around her. It was too subtle to be sure, but Daphne thought she felt them brushing her sensitive areas, hinting at what was to come.\n\nJust as before, Daphne placed herself in the pillory and it shut on its own. This time, however, the dim sourceless light was snuffed out as soon as the pillory latched closed, plunging the room into inky blackness. Her 10 minutes began now.\n\nDaphne braced herself for the gentle caresses she experienced at the prior pillory. Instead, there was a total lack of sensation. She couldn’t hear, smell, taste, and much less feel anything; it was so dark it didn’t even matter if her eyes were open or closed.\n\nA few moments passed, and Daphne detected a scent. The chamber started to smell like roses with a subtle undertone she couldn’t place. Her heart skipped a beat. She remembered. A summer evening years ago, far before she became the feared sorceress she was today. \n\nHer heart was pounding in her chest; she did not want to relive that night. Against her will, her other senses flooded in. She heard the crickets and the cool summer breeze. She tasted the tart wine and felt a pair of lips press tenderly against her own and pull away. She felt the soft bed sheets underneath her as she finally opened her eyes and looked into the warm eyes of Phoebus, the last man she had truly loved. This night was burned into her memory. The last night they had together, and the last time she saw him alive.\n\nPhoebus kissed his way down to her chest and teased her nipples with his tongue while his hands moved along her inner thigh, tantalizingly close to her slit. It was all a memory but it felt so real.\n\nBefore long, Daphne was dripping wet with anticipation. Phoebus laid on the bed beside her in a spooning position, and with agonizing slowness thrust his cock into her. The warmth and the girth of his penis was exactly how she remembered, and it took great effort for her not to moan.\n\nPhoebus and Daphne settled into a pleasant rhythm. Daphne was focusing on not making noise but Phoebus was focused on her pleasure. He gently nibbled at her neck while one hand pinched her nipples and the other hand rubbed her clit. Daphne was in ecstasy. \n\nDaphne and Phoebus embraced as they climaxed together. She cupped her hands over her mouth and writhed in bliss as his cock pumped warm cum inside her. \n\nThe pillory unlatched and sprang open, and light returned to the room. Daphne was kneeling in a small puddle of her own juices, oblivious to the rocks prodding her knees and shins. She tried to stand but stumbled. Her legs were shaking. Her second try was successful, and she pointed her fist at the pillory, furious that it had invaded her memories. \n\nA glow of light pulsed from her extremities along her tattoos to the Ring. She fired a blast of energy at the pillory and moved through to the opening revealed on the other side of the chamber. Inside, on a pedestal just like the Ring of Hecate, there rested what she assumed was Mnemosyne’s Cloak.\n\nDaphne put on the shimmering, dark blue fabric and strode into the next chamber of the Cave.\n\nPart 3 coming later"
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"content": "I ended up going the goblin route instead! I only had time for one draft so sorry about the numerous mistakes there likely are and I'm not entirely happy with the ending.\n\n\n&nbsp;\n\n&nbsp;\n\n\n\nAs the back door opened, Heana’s oversized ears perked up. “Is that you Joshua?” she called out. The goblin was busy cleaning the last of the dishes she had been using for meal preparation. She climbed down from the stool, wiping her hands dry on her apron. \n\n“It’s me!” he called back, the door closing behind him. She could hear him stripping off his coat as he kicked his boots off. “The shipment arrived early so I didn’t need to stay another night.” Joshua walked from the hall into the kitchen a smile spreading on his tired face as he saw her. He was still dirty from the days on the road, his shirt certainly needed a good cleaning\n\nBeing married to a wagon driver meant plenty of lonely nights, but Heana wouldn’t trade it for the world. A grin spread across her dark green lips as she ran up to him and threw her arms around his waist. That was her reaching as high as she could around him. \n\nHumans and goblins didn’t often marry. There were plenty of minor inconveniences like her needing to use a stool to reach most things in their house but nothing that ever made her second guess marrying him. \n\n“I’m so glad you’re back,” she pulled back slightly looking up at him, the smile still present on her face. “It’s been so lonely without you.” \n\nHis hand came down, brushing through her dark hair before he ducked down and kissed her. “I’m just as happy as you are. The best part is I don’t have to head out for another three days.” \n\n“So you’ll finally be home long enough to enjoy your wife’s cooking then?” She stood on her toes kissing him back. “I was just getting everything ready, so dinner should be ready soon.” \n\n“Happily so, the trail rations aren’t kind and no inn can’t match whatever it is you’re brewing tonight.” For the moment the tiredness was gone from his eyes as they looked at each other.\n\n“It’ll be stew tonight, but I’ll make something special tomorrow. I’ve got fresh bread from the baker and maybe we should open that bottle of wine we’ve been saving.” Heana didn’t break off their eye contact. “I really did miss you.” \n\n“I feel the same, I didn’t like being away from you for so long. I’m going to pass on the next shipment that is going to take me that far away.” Jousha straightened back up, running a hand through her hair again. “I should take care of the horses before it's completely dark out.” \n\nAs he turned to go, Heana grabbed his hand and he stopped, looking back at her. “I think the horses can wait, I just got my husband back.” \n\n“I really should just get this done now, the horses…” Heana’s expression didn’t leave much room for disagreement. And her hands didn’t either as she started to undo his belt without another word. Joshua let out a laugh, “You really did miss me didn’t you?” \n\n“What do you think?” The goblin smiled up at him, her fingers making quick work of the buckle as she moved onto attacking the buttons. \n\nHe leaned down towards her again, his own hands moving to wrap around her waist and pick her up. That was one of the benefits of marrying a human. Joshua wasn’t even particularly strong, he was fit from his work, but he was able to pick her up with no trouble at all. \n\n“Hey!” she called as he lifted up higher and leaned in to kiss her. Heana turned her head to the side avoiding the kiss. “I was doing something!” She stifled a giggle as Joshua’s lips went for their next best target her ears. “Stop that!” she laughed, trying to push him away but failing as his lips continue to tease her.\n\n“You’re not the only one who’s been lonely,” he murmured softly into her ear. “You have no idea how it is to be away from home, miserable on that wagon. Away from good food and a loving wife. Away from everything you want to hold.” At those last words, Joshua’s hands moved from holding her around the waist to slipping further downwards and firmly clutching onto her backside. His hands dug more firmly against her pants as he started to carry her out of the kitchen. \n\nHeana let out a murmur of contentment as he handled her and his lips became less playful and more insistent. “Don’t bother going to the bedroom,” she said, her arms wrapping around his neck. That brought a stop to Joshua’s step as he turned and instead sank into his lounge chair in front of the fireplace. For two humans in would be a tight fit, but it was the perfect size for the two of them.\n\nShe slid down him slightly, resting on top of his waist. His hands still firmly on her backside and he didn’t seem to be intent on letting her go. Heana turned back to face him, returning her husband’s kiss. Her hands slipped down from his neck though, and moved behind her as she started to undo his pants again. \n\nJoshua moaned into the kiss, pulling back just long enough to speak before diving back into it. “Gods, I missed you.” She moaned a reply against him, not taking the time to speak herself. \n\nThe goblin finally got her husband’s pants undone enough to begin working them down. Heana broke the kiss off with a smile, pushing on his chest to slide down onto his was on his knees. His hands slipped away from her rear reluctantly after a moment, letting her move. \n\n“You don’t need to do that, sweetie, you should let me…” Joshua said, his gaze briefly looking away from her. \n\n“I know I don’t need to, I want to.” Heana tugged his pants and undergarments down enough to finally free his cock. It sprung up almost slapping her in the face. “I missed you almost as much as my husband,” she murmured, her breath hot against it. Her attention turned from his cock and back up to his face. The smile fading slightly from her face, “Is something wrong?”\n\nWhile Joshua was clearly excited, Heana had the evidence right in front of her, he wasn’t looking down at her, instead his eyes were anywhere but on her. “No, its nothing,” he said offhandedly, trying to brush the topic to the side.\n\nHeana wanted nothing more than to adore her husband's pole with kisses and all of her attention but his distraction was worrying her. She racked her mind for what could be bothering him enough to stop him from enjoying what she was about to do to him. And then it dawned on her. She didn’t know it was still an issue for Joshua. In had been when they had first met a year ago but she thought he had moved on. If he hadn’t then it was something she’d have to help him with.\n\nJoshua was the first and only human, Heana had ever been with. But from what she had heard human cocks were bigger than her husbands. He had even been reluctant to let her go down on him at first, seemingly from embarrassment. The goblin had never thought that he was small though, far from it, he was the perfect fit for her. She would just need to convince him of that.\n\n“I’ve been thinking about how I was going to welcome you home ever since you left,” Heana murmured, moving a hand forward to wrap around her husband’s cock. She could barely wrap her fingers completely around him. She began to slowly stroke him as she kept talking. “If you had gotten home when you were supposed to I would have actually been ready.”\n\nJoshua let out a sigh of pleasure and finally looked back down at her, but he was avoiding looking at his cock. “Ready for what?” \n\nShe brought her other hand forward, steadily working his shaft. “Ready to give you the welcome you deserve,” Heana grinned up at him from behind his cock. “Let’s just say you wouldn’t have come inside to me wearing an apron,” she teased. “But I’m happy your home now.” She blushed slightly leaning in closer to his shaft. “With you being gone so long and me being alone in bed I couldn’t help but think of your cock and how much I missed it.” \n\nJoshua didn’t say anything but his attention was completely on her. His eyes locked onto her as she continued to speak.\n\n“I couldn’t wait until you got back home and I got to do this again.” The goblin leaned forward planting her green lips against the head of his cock, giving it a wet kiss. She let out a soft moan at getting to taste her husband again, her mouth stretching open so she could take the head of his cock between her lips. Her tongue lapped against him, flicking against the tip before she pulled back. “I’m alway surprised I can fit you in my mouth,” she murmured absentmindedly, both of her hands still stroking him. She smiled up at him passed his cock.\n\nJoshua still didn’t say anything, but she could feel how excited he was and how every bit of his attention was just on her.\n\nHeana moved in closer to his cock. One hand slipped off of him as she opened her mouth wider and she took the head of his shaft back into her mouth. This time she didn’t stop there and instead she moved further down him taking another inch of his cock into her waiting mouth. She couldn’t fit much more of him into her mouth. But she stayed there, smiling as best as she could around him."
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"content": "**2: Archipelago:**\nWe left the precinct through a side door, where a town car was was waiting. Robert and I got in the back and we pulled away. He took a laptop from the pocket of the seat in front of him, opened it, and began to type rapidly.\n\n“Filing your report?” I asked.\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“Where are we going?”\n\n“The Archipelago.”\n\n“Why?”\n\n“That's the other option.”\n\n“What happens there?”\n\n“More than I have time to explain.”\n\nI sat back in my seat. Like the interrogation room, there were no handles on the inside of the car doors. I looked out of the window as we drove out of Oldtown, across the bridge, and into the city. It always struck me as oddly deserted when I saw it like this. People in Oldtown had cars, of course, but a lot of folks walked or took the bus. In the city, they went from their air conditioned apartments to their air conditioned cars to their air conditioned offices or bars or wherever; you never saw people walking or just hanging out in the street. It seemed lifeless.\n\nI'd never been to the airport, and I felt a queasy kind of excitement when I realized that was where we were headed. I remembered being a kid, the old man promising to take me there one day to watch the planes. Then I remembered what Robert had said about nobody coming for me. He was right. I had friends, lovers, people I spoke to every day, but people would assume I'd found a way out or got on the bad side of somebody I shouldn't have. Nobody trusted the police, so nobody would go to them. Life would go on. In a month or two, I'd be forgotten.\n\nI didn't know where I was going, but I had a vague idea, the edges of a puzzle, the rest of the pieces waiting to find their place. The Archipelago was where the rich went to do things even the cops wouldn't turn a blind eye to. I didn't know exactly what form those things took, but I'd heard stories of sex resorts and illegal gambling. Given the nature of Robert's assessment, the likelihood of being an escort or a hooker on some private island was pretty high. The idea didn't fill me with joy, but it was still better than being shot.\n\nWe drove past the terminals to a gate, where the driver showed his ID. A security guard looked in at Robert and I, and then waved us through. A helicopter was waiting.\n\n“This is your stop,” Robert said.\n\n“You're not coming?”\n\nHe shook his head. “Good luck. Hold onto yourself in there, okay?”\n\n“Hold onto myself?”\n\n“Hold onto yourself.”\n\nHe smiled, then surprised me by kissing me on the cheek. Before I could say anything more, the driver opened the door and took my arm, not exactly pulling me out, but making it clear I was going with him. Robert turned back to his laptop.\n\nThe driver led me to the helicopter, strapped me in, then laid his hand briefly on the pilot's shoulder. I watched him walk away as the engine whined into life and the blades above us began to spin. Moments later, we lifted off.\n\nI'd never flown. It was exhilarating and terrifying. I found myself gripping the seatbelt that held me, peering out of the window as the airport receded, the helicopter buffeted by the wind, feeling like it would tip over or tumble into the sea every time the pilot adjusted our course. Before long, I saw the Archipelago, a collection of small islands shaped like a checkmark. Our destination was the very bottom, where you'd start if you were drawing it, an island that looked two miles across at most, dominated by a complex of non-descript buildings. The largest of these had a helipad on the roof, beside which I could see three people waiting. Two were holding guns, their faces covered by full-face helmets. The third was a woman with short blonde hair wearing a dark overcoat.\n\nThe helicopter touched down. One of the two guards opened the door and waved me out. I took off my seatbelts and obeyed, the wind from the blades blasting my hair in all directions. The guard indicated that I should go to the woman, and fell in behind me when I obeyed him.\n\nShe wasn't much older than me, maybe late twenties, tall and slim, with pale skin and delicate features. We stood there as the helicopter lifted off. Once it was far enough away that she could be heard, the woman spoke.\n\n“I'm Dr. Raymond,” she said. “We'll talk more later.”\n\nSomething stung my neck. I whirled around to see the guard behind me replacing the cap on a needle. Then I passed out."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: While assembling your starship crew, you were advised to be mindful of which races you allow on the same ship. You disregarded it, assuming that they were talking about long dead animosity between species. Though, as it turns out, they were talking about certain species getting along too well. | [
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"content": "Contains, alien sex, feet\n***\n\"Fucking Gastropodians,\" Commander Reigns muttered to herself as she reviewed the crew log. Every one of her two hundred crew members had visited Yeoman X4ng's cabin at least once in the last month, some five times in one day. \"That dude must be a fucking husk by now,\" she said, marking his file. *Time to have a talk*, she thought to herself as she pulled up the crew locater. Yeoman X4ng was in the Donut.\n\nThe Donut was a large, circulating structure around the ship's main fuselage. It provided artificial gravity and a maximum access to solar light. It was the perfect place for growing plants. The crew enjoyed fresh vegetables from fifteen different systems as they freighted cargo to far flung colonies. Some of those colonists would be willing to pay ridiculous amounts to even just smell a fresh peach or a mango. This side market was essential to buy seedlings as they traveled. Fresh also meant perishable, and while nothing goes to waste on an interstellar cargo ship, the compost chambers sometimes were filled to capacity. Yeoman X4ng loved to feast on those organic remains.\n\nCommander Reigns found her in Heap 9. Even without the tracker, she could have just looked around at the crowd of loitering crew members, hoping to get a wiff of her. They snapped to attention when Reigns entered the hallway.\n\n\"Everyone, back to your stations, now!\" Reigns barked. The crew scrambled to get out of her sight, some wearing defeated expressions, knowing that it would be hours before they could meet X4ng again. Reigns opened the door to the compost heap and stepped into the hot stench.\n\nYeoman X4ng was towards the far wall, where the compost entered via ceiling ducts. Two centuries ago, a human might describe her as \"a giant snail,\" and they wouldn't be too far off. Gastropodians had flexible and strong, boneless flesh and a shell that protected their bodies. They could stand on their prehensile foot and move in spaces designed for bi-peds, albeit with a slime trail behind them. X4ng seemed to be gumming a rotten apple.\n\n\"Yeoman X4ng,\" Reigns said aloud. The yeoman moved an eye stalk towards the noise, then turned to face the commander. She dropped the apple and tried to stand erect, as best she could.\n\n\"It's come to my attention that some of your fellow crew members have been... keeping you company.\"\n\n\"Some crew members, ma'am?\"\n\n\"Well, to be specific, *all of them*. My whole crew have nothing but great things to say about you, some, explicit things they wouldn't dare tell an Inquisitor droid in other contexts but feel proud to tell me.\"\n\nX4ng lowered her head in embarrassment. \"I am very sorry, Commander. I know sometimes my threil has that affect on other species, but I don't know what triggers it.\"\n\n\"When did you last notice?\"\n\n\"Last shift, Lieutenant Cooper boxed me in Shaft 14 and cupped some,\" X4ng said. \"He asked first, Commander. I lifted myself up and he dragged his hand over my pores until the threil leaked out. I can't say it was unpleasant.\"\n\n\"And Lieutenant Cooper, how did he react?\"\n\n\"He rubbed it under his nose and under his jumpsuit. It seemed to stimulate him... sexually. His knees buckled and he fell forward onto me, and I'm afraid even more threil spilled on his face.\" \n\n\"Yeoman, when he was brought to sickbay, Dr. Prender thought he was having a seizure until his penis ripped through his jumpsuit and released an uncommonly large volume of semen.\"\n\n\"Oh. Is he alright?\"\n\n\"He's gone through four saline bags already and is starting to look better,\" Reigns said, \"but initially, the water just went right through him; through his cock. I don't use the term *cum fountain* often, but there it was. He was moaning your name all night.\"\n\n\"I don't want to cause any problems, Commander. I'll do whatever it takes.\"\n\n\"I suspect that it's something in your diet that's changing your body's chemistry. Would you be willing to undergo some tests?\"\n\n\"What kind of tests?\"\n\n\"Dr. Prender thinks that if we treat it like an allergy, we can introduce single strains of food into your system, then test your mucus.\"\n\n\"Threil\"\n\n\"Yes, sorry... threil. If we can isolate the combination of foods, then you just have to eliminate it from your diet and the rest of the crew won't regress into sex-zombies.\"\n\nYeoman X4ng eye stalks sprung up with excitement. \"When do I start?\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nTwo weeks later, Commander Reigns rose from her bed and wiped the junk from her tear ducts. The crew were almost rehabilitated, having been deprived of the yeoman's secretions and dosed with slow acting anti-depressants. Almost no one bothered Yeoman X4ng while she worked, or when she ate in the Donut. *Almost*.\n\nReigns walked to X4ng, hung up in the custom built harness they had imported from traders who routinely supplied Gastropodians and their fans. X4ng hung painlessly from the ceiling, her threil swelling and oozing from her pores into a tray below. \n\n\"Have I served you well, Commander?\" X4ng asked, her eyes lowered and sultry. \n\nCommander Reigns dipped her hand in the goo and stroked X4ng's eye stalks, sending shivers throughout the yeoman's body. \"You have served me well. Are you ready for another round?\"\n\nReigns unclipped her from the mount and carried her to the bed, then anchored X4ng at the four bolted connection points. She stripped out of her clothes and crawled onto X4ng's shell. The yeoman's ridges sent waves of pleasure into the Commander as she slid down, her pussy lips kissing the back of X4ng's slick neck. \n\nX4ng twisted her head and a tentacle slid along the commander's thigh, leaving a shiny trail that was both hot and cold at the same time. \n\n\"Do you want it, Commander?\" the yeoman asked slyly. She rubbed the commander's pussy with her eye stalks, watching her moan and grind. \n\n\"Yes, oh god yes,\" Reigns sighed.\n\nYeoman X4ng closed one eye and slowly pressed it into the Commander's eager, wet pussy. She heard Reigns gasp for air as the eyeball stretched her muscles out, then felt them relax once the narrower stalk reached her entrance. She couldn't see in there, but opening and closing her eyelids created an amazing sensation inside the Commander that was unrepeatable by any other means.\n\nCommander Reigns' eys fluttered as she gave into the pleasure, rocking up and down on X4ng's slick body. The bolted harness ensured that both of them could play safely, without fear of injury or overdose, but they also provided leverage and footholds for maximum pleasure. She grabbed her own breasts and squeezed them, adding more tension into her already bursting body. In a moment, the pleasure cascaded over her belly and shook her to the core. The eye stalk was ejected as Commander Reigns lost control of her body and squirted all over X4ng's face. She breathed hard and fast, sliding off the Gastropodian and onto the bed. \n\n\"Thank you X4ng, that was amazing.\" Reigns slipt her foot underneath X4ng, moving it around until she found her special pore. \"Now it's your turn.\"\n\n\"Thank you Commander,\" X4ng replied quietly. No one had touched her reproductive pores the way that Reigns did, and in the last two weeks, they both found how mutually beneficial they could be for each other. X4ng relaxed her muscle and felt Reigns' foot slide into her. \"Ff-fuck!\" she moaned. \"Did I say that right?\"\n\nCommander Reigns answered by thrusting her foot deeper into X4ng. \n\n\"Fuck, yes! Fuck!\" the yeoman moaned. More threil coated Reigns foot, sending pleasure back to her own pussy. Reigns' foot job, how she wiggled her toes inside her, only made X4ng wetter. \"Please commander, take it out! Take it out!\"\n\nReigns quickly took her foot out before the pore muscle clamped shut. She heard stories of humans losing limbs or worse inside the Gastropodian pore when they reached climax. She stroked the yeoman's head until she could feel her subsiding, returning to her normal, cooler state. It took a week before they perfected their technique, but Commander Reigns knew the next port was a two months away; plenty of time to enjoy the fruits of their laborious research.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You wished on a star that you had bigger boobs than your sister. The universe granted your wish and WAY overcompensated. | [
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"content": " Irene woke up from her strange dream. Something about granting wishes. She stretched and yawned, feeling like something compelled her to keep laying down. Regardless, she had to get up.\n\n She nearly screamed as she sat up and looked down. Her chest had grown massive, her breasts hung on her frame like two perfectly round, infinitely soft footballs. She grabbed them, lifting them up and squeezing them together. Yes, they were certainly hers, and they were real. It was also 7 AM and time to get up.\n\n They swung uncomfortably as she moved, surprisingly heavy and awkward. *How am I going to play tennis with these in the way?* She wondered, grabbing them again. Touching them felt good.\n\n Trying to squeeze them in a bra was absolutely out of the question. Irene tried to evaluate the shirts she had, ones that didn't stretch much might offer enough support, if she could squeeze into them. The button-down did not work.\n\n She settled on a tank top, stretching it over her tits. The fabric turned dull, forced to the edge of its abilities like that, and the top of her breasts spilled out of the cleavage as if protesting their confinement. Irene looked at her reflection and sighed, unsure if she looked more like a pornstar or a cow.\n\n It was a challenge to try and figure out how to walk slowly enough that her breasts wouldn't swing, hitting her arms with every step. Irene resisted the urge to hold onto them with her hands as she walked.\n\n The streets were crowded and Irene regretted her desicion to walk to work as soon as she was out of the house. She heard someone whistle to her, and a bunch of men bursting into laughter as she walked on and ignored them. A kid of about 12 openly stared with his mouth gaping open, as if he had personally seen God. Irene blushed, but there was nothing she could do to stop her new massive chest from demanding attention.\n\n \"Are you wearing a new bra?\" Catherine from accounting asked at work, trying not to stare. It was wild to think Irene had been jealous of her bust just yesterday, as she now looked as flat as a boy in comparison.\n\n \"It's a hormonal issue\", Irene said, slightly out of breath from heaving her breasts around. They hadn't felt all that heavy at first, but now that she had been up and about for a couple of hours, her back hurt and she wanted to lay down for a while. *How am I going to keep fit from now on?* she wondered. *No chance in hell I'm going to keep jogging with these things around.* Under her desk, she gripped her firm, toned thigh. How long until all of her body would turn as soft as her new breasts?\n\n When nobody was watching, she rested her breasts on her desk. They almost obscured her keyboard and it was a challenge to reach around them to type."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A machine is designed to give men the perfect body. The machine decides that the optimal human body is a female one. | [
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"content": "\"Are you sure this will work?\"\n\n\"I'm positive. They are top scientists and have already run the calculations. It will make you the perfect super soldier. Are you getting cold feet, Pvt. August?\" asked the Commander.\n\n\"No sir, I'm just wondering since some of the scientists keep checking their notes and look a bit unsure.\"\n\n\"They wouldn't be the best if they were ever satisfied with their work.\"\n\nThe private closed his eyes as he stood in the mechanical sarcophagus. It started to close.\n\n\"Begin the countdown.\"\n\nThe Sarcophagus whirred and its rate increased until the sound became a high-pitched whine. Smoke filled the room.\n\n\"T minus four, three, two—\"\n\nAnd there was a flash of light. With the sound of hydraulics and revving down of the machine, the Sarcophagus opened and through the light and fog came a much taller and more muscular soldier than then one who stepped into the machine. The fog began to dissipate. They could see the increased muscle definition but there was something else on the way as the private stepped out of the machine. Massive breasts were the first thing to poke out of the fog, and the rest of 'him' followed.\n\nThe Commander pulled aside the head of the project. \"Are you guys fucking playing games with me?\"\n\nThe private continued walking into the center of the room during their heated, whispered conversation. \n\n\"So, it seems like the machine worked.\" the private said with a slightly scratchy voice. \"Looks like I was worried about a bunch of nothing. My throat feels kinda of tight right now, but I feel so much stronger.\"\n\n'He' looked over at his Commander and saw a concerned look, and also felt the eyes of everyone in the room. \"Why does everyone look so serious? Everything worked, just watch.\"\n\nWith this new, more athletic body, the private showed off its speed and strength with a single bound, showing off a fifty-inch vertical leap. Unbeknownst to 'him', that gave everyone front row seats to an Amazonian display of athleticism, acrobatics, and ass flying through the air.\n\nBut on landing, the private felt something strange, like something slapped down at 'his' chest. With the smoke cleared 'he' looked down and saw breasts. The private thought, \"I must be seeing things,\" and then checked the new body to see if everything was in order. Face — feels soft and is somehow clean shaven. Arms — super ripped, that's good. Breasts — actually present; odd but we're two for three right now so that's not bad. Ass — very shapely but explainable by the increased muscle mass. Crotch — clearly a vagina.\n\n\"What the fuck!\" the private yelled in a distinctly female voice.\n\n\"We assure you; we're going to get to the bottom of this, \" the Commander quickly said.\n\n\"Why'd you turn me into a chick!\" She looked over all the scientists and saw they all had bulges in their pants. They hastily tried to conceal their erections when she shot them a disgusted expression.\n\nMeanwhile, the lead scientist flipped through some of his notes with an uncovered tent in his pants. \"We made all the proper calculations and the machine did not suffer any malfunctions, so this must be the ideal body for our super soldier.\"\n\n\"You've gotta be shitting me,\" the Commander said.\n\n\"It makes sense if you think about it,\" one of the other scientists said while pulling his lab coat over his crotch. \"The female body structure has wider hips and a lower center of gravity, allowing for better accuracy when shooting a rifle.\"\n\n\"The algorithm isn't subject to bias. It only generates the ideal super soldier, and there she is,\" the lead scientist said. \n\nThe Commander thought hard for a couple of moments. \"I guess I'll have to inform the General.\" He looked back at the private. \"Also, put on some goddamned clothes.\"\n\nThe embarrassment suddenly hit the private all at once. Embarrassment mixed with a strange and new form of arousal. She covered up her breasts and wet crotch with her hands until one of the assistants found a gown."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: As a professional psychic, you’re used to dealing with the unfinished business of ghosts: saying goodbye to their loved ones, passing on one last piece of information, etc. This one, however, is the most horny spirit you’ve ever encountered. | [
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"content": "Ariel asks to be alone during banishments. He just wants to avoid as much shouting and crying as possible from the people who hire him. One time the wind pulled the blinds against the window screen and a grown man fainted on the spot. \n\nHe got twice the pay for that job since the paramedics came and he had to stop the ritual and come back the next day to finish it. But most of the time it’s more trouble than it’s worth to ask some terrified couple to sit next to him quietly while he draws forward the ghost who terrorized their home. \n\nHe understands why people who can’t speak to ghosts are afraid of them. He understands why they call him to do his job. In his mind, the ghosts are his real clients. To him, a banishment isn’t a violent thing. It’s a careful dance as he guides the ghost to untangle itself from the tethers keeping it trapped in this world and helping it move on to the next. \n\nOn this day he’s very glad he asked to be left alone--the young couple who hired him went out to see a movie, leaving the husband’s brave mother in the kitchen to make sure Ariel wasn’t playing a long con to rob them blind. \n\nHe sits in the living room where most of the paranormal activity happened, and opens his mind. The presence of a ghost greets him the second he does--it was ready, waiting. \n\nHe, Ariel realizes first. The ghost used to be a man. The second thing he realizes is that there is only one rope tying him to this world. A spike of second-hand arousal jolts through Ariel’s spine and he sits up straighter. \n\n“H-hello.” It’s a rehearsed speech, but he’s understandably taken off guard. “I’m here as your guide.”\n\nThe ghost wants to fuck him.\n\n“What’s your name?” Ariel says on autopilot.\n\nJack wants to fuck him. \n\nWell, great. \n\n“Can I see you?” Ariel presses on. “Imagine my face is a mirror. Think of yourself as you were.”\n\nThe ghost--Jack--slowly draws himself into focus in front of Ariel. His form is transparent, he’s standing in the coffee table, no one would be able to see him but Ariel, but he’s there. Whatever age he was when he died, Jack thought of himself as a young man, barely older than Ariel. His hair and his eyes are dark and they burn--though only metaphorically, thank god. \n\nHe’s hot. This horny ghost giving Ariel bedroom eyes is exactly Ariel’s type. \n\nWell. Great."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: In the modern day, vampires are nothing to fear. Yes, they’re mildly neurotic introverts who live off human blood, but they make great night-shift workers. You’ve gotten quite close with the vampire who works the same nights as you, enough that you have some fun together when things are slow. | [
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"content": "\"Miiiiiiiike! Thank god you're working tonight. You still like me, right?\" \n\nScarlett's voice was the first thing Mike heard as he clocked in. Despite being a vampire a few centuries old, she tended to act rather youthful, if not a bit overly dramatic, with absolutely no sense of personal space.\n\n\"What did Peter do this time?\" Mike asked as he glanced over at the notes from the morning shift. It seemed like all they really had to do that night was finish cleaning a couple of rooms the other shifts hadn't gotten to, logging anything unusual that happened, and babysitting the very *very* expensive machines churning out product for the company. It was an easy job with usually a lot of downtime for him to do his homework as he helped monitor the facilities. At least, when he didn't have to be peacemaker between his two coworkers. Peter looked up at him from his desk and held his hands up in a 'I swear it wasn't my fault' gesture. \n\n\"The jealous bitch-\"\n\n\"My *wife,* Scarlett.\"\n\n\"- is making him wear a *silver chain,* Mike! Silver!\"\n\nMike found himself with an armful of the vampire, her breasts pressing against his arm as she started to nose at his neck. \n\n\"You still like me, right?\" she asked again, her voice dropping a register. Mike could feel her breath on his neck, hot and heavy. \n\n\"You know I do. And Peter does too. We all like you here, Scarlett.\" She pressed her tongue onto his skin, feeling the delicious pulse of blood just underneath. He snuck a hand over her blouse to caress her breath, making her giggle with excitement. \n\n\"Mmm. Can't wait to taste you, bite you...\" Scarlett's hand covered Mike's and guided it under her blouse so he was touching her directly. His heated skin felt amazing next to hers, which tended to run a few degrees cold compared to average humans. \n\nScarlett led Mike over to the nearest chair, seating him into it and promptly straddling him. The office chair was a bit unstable under their combined weight and rolled backwards until it hit the nearest desk to wedge it in place. Across the room, Peter rolled his eyes at the display and put on his headphones as if he was trying to concentrate on work, though never did angle himself away from the action. \n\nScarlett's shirt was completely hiked up over her breasts and Mike was firmly latched onto one of them, pinching, groping, and biting at her nipples. In return, she was feasting on the side of his neck, alternating between nibbling at the succulent flesh, fangs making small openings to allow for drops of blood to swell up to the surface, and laving the area with her tongue, her saliva closing up the wounds like magic. Scarlett could feel Mike's excitement beneath her as she was straddling him, rocking gently on his growing hardness. \n\nMike's hands were everywhere, caressing Scarlett's milky write skin, running through her violently red hair, squeezing her thighs over her tights, sneaking under her skirt and between her legs to rub against her damp panties. His finger teased Scarlett, stroking her through the fabric until she nipped at him harder than usual. Mike responded by biting back and plunging his fingers between her wet folds, making her squeal in delight. \n\nThe chair creaked under them as Scarlett writhed, pleasuring herself with Mike's fingers as she fed on his blood. The combination was intoxicating and it didn't take long before she came, shaking and shuddering, a brilliant smile on her face. She spent just a little bit more time than necessary making sure she healed all the bite marks on his neck (and really wasn't trying to extend the post-orgasmic bliss - of course not). \n\n\"Thanks Mike,\" Scarlett said, kissing him on the cheek as he helped her straighten up again. \"How about you go start on the cleaning for tonight, and I'll join you after a quick chat with Documentation. Maybe we can find some time for me to take care of this too?\" She winked at him as she runs her hand over Mike's cock, still hard and straining against the fly of his pants. She smoothed down her skirt and readjusted her top as she walked over to the neighboring department, winking at Peter as she passed by his desk."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young woman has joined a cult. After five years she advances to level four, only to find out that the doctrines of her group are stranger, and sexier than she would have ever expected. | [
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"content": "“I don’t believe you’re ready Sister Merine.”\n\nThe woman was on her knees wrapped in a ceremonial shawl. \n\n“I’ve been here for five years Archmaster. I’ve learned the 10 tenets forwards and backwards. I’ve given everything to this.”\n\nThe man lifted her head up from it’s place on the blood red carpet. She was beautiful. All the makings of a young burgeoning starlet. One could never be too careful with her type. The kind that simply saw “The Greater Good” that they arrived for as a stepping stone to further their acting career. \n\n“Level 4 is a large step Merine. It takes faith and a devotion that not too many have. Do you have it Sister, the devotion and the need?”\n\nMerine brought the hood of her shawl down and her hair spilled down her neck like a warm flame. It’s red blending with her shawl and the carpet. She nodded. \n\n“Take my hand sister.”\n\nShe took it. \n\nThe door was blue. \n\nThe Archmaster slipped a lavishly decorated mask over her pretty face. \n\nThe door opened. \n\nMerine’s lips parted in a shocked gasp. \n\nA room greeted her. It’s ceiling high and it’s floortiles black as night. From one wall to the other were bodies. Naked and writhing with the pleasures of sex and narcotics. \n\n“What is this Archmaster?”\n\nHe ripped her shawl off and exposed her beautiful nude form. \n\n“This is level 4. Now open your mouth.”\n\nMerine obeyed. The little tablet stuck to her tongue. \n\n***\n\nSometime later she was looking at the lights of nighttime L.A. while pressed against the window. Such pretty colors and little cars stopping at green lights and careening through reds. \n\nA man was behind her and inside her. Repeatedly he drove himself home. \n\nA woman beautiful and tall, she spanked Merine until her soft white buttock turned red. \n\nAnother tablet stuck to her tongue. \n\nWords lost their meanings. Time dilated and the walls bent as if elastic. Tightening and constricting around her throat as she tasted one man after another on her lips. \n\nAnother tablet and her mind wandered deeper down to a place most animal-like in it’s toxic inebriation. \n\n***\n\nMerine realized her devotion. The sole purpose on earth at this moment was to fuck and fuck and fuck. One after the other until she couldn’t remember her name, but could remember theirs. The masks couldn’t hide eyes and teeth and voices. \n\nSome of the most powerful men in the world and the most famous women too. \n\nThe sun was coming up and she could feel it’s heat in her bones. Sweat and lust flew off her flesh with every wet bounce against or on something even warmer still. \n\nMerine had cum so many times the pit of her stomach was humming with a deep vibration. \n\nThe Archmaster appeared. He pulled her down on top of him in a reverse cowgirl type of way. \n\n“Welcome our new sister to Level 4.”\n\nHe took her like that. Her body spread open on top of his. They all gathered around in a circle and watched. All at once they spoke in perfect unison. \n\n“Welcome dear sister, to Level 4.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] In a galaxy full of life, one elite operative has been tasked with a mission of great importance: she must seek out new species, and engage in rigorous sexual encounters with them. She is an android, designed to withstand gargantuan cocks and explosive ejaculations deemed unsafe for human women | [
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"content": "Her creators made this model of android, and my proxy me, solely for the purpose of mapping the galaxies various lifeforms across the planets. Testing hypothesis that varied from the amount of water inside orbiting asteroids to how much energy the sun produced in zettajoules. We were sent out in small pods aimed at various planets all over the galaxy. Inside the pods would be an android, like me. The pod included appliances to generate all the energy I could ever need to function until my body wore down and parts degraded.\n\nAs the pod rocketed down into the planet, the pod begins my boot up sequence, loading personality, feelings, sensations. I feel the rumbling as it entered the orbit of the planet. A parachute deployed, slowing the decent, but landing with a thud as it touched down, embedding part of it in the dirt. Eventually, once we stabilise on the new planet, I receive information from the home planet that I’ve touched down on. Planet VK: 2593, in a very distant area of the solar system. If my creators calculations were correct, this planet should be teeming with life. This planet was commonly referred to as one of those ‘Big Rainforest’ planets, with the massive amount of greenery it had on its surface.\n\nOnce everything had finally been loaded, I begin to hear something in my head. It’s a sound, a voice… An instruction. A command for me to follow for my purpose in creation. I’m built to map the various species in the galaxy, but to do that I must… I must…;Locate, Breed, Catalogue ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue;\n\nThe command echoes inside my head. It’s a soft voice, but one I cant ignore. I take some of my first steps out of the pod, some of my first steps ever, actually, and begin to wander around where I landed. ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue; ‘I know, I know. Im getting to that.’ I think to myself in a reply to the command. I listen around, scanning for lifeforms. Of course there’s micro-insects that buzz around, but nothing I can work with.\n\nSuddenly, I head a loud rustling of an alien plant in the distance. Footsteps of something large, something to… ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue… ‘By the creators, I know…’ I think. I begin to sneak around the area, stalking the beast that walked around. It was big, very big. I’d estimate around twice my height. Zooming in with advanced vision, I could see its thick leathery skin surrounding it, apart from the hard plated boney bits at the end, which looked like a defensive weapon of some sorts.\n\nWhile walking around, I accidentally step on something, snapping it and alerting the beast. Despite looking like a big hulking, dumb monster, it quickly turned its head towards me. ‘Yeah, he sees me know’ I think to myself and the command. Instead of running like normal prey, I stand there. Something triggers me to release a pheromone into the air directed at the creature. The invisible mist reaches it, as it sniffs the air, smelling the pheromones.\n\nIt… no he… looks down at me from his height. I can see something under him starting to grow from a slit next to his legs. ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue; ’Yes, I need to’ I think.\n\nI walk up to the creatures member, starting to feel the weight of it in my hands. They roughly calculate the weight of the creature, and I anywise its body. I take note of the fact that it lacks balls like how a male from the Creators planet would have.\n\nThe creatures member throbs slightly, growing in length a bit more. ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue; I open my mouth slightly, feeling the tip entering my mouth. I lick it softly with my synthetic tongue, secreting some lubricant to allow easier access for the creature. He begins to push further into me, grunting with every thrust and extra length forced into my mouth. Soon, the entire length of the creatures member has been lubricated by my mouth and tongue. I let the hard rod come out of my mouth, as I bend over, revealing my synthetic pussy to the creature.\n\nSubroutines cause it to start to leak lubricants again, to allow for ease of entry. I feel the creature prodding the entrance, looking for a way in. I grab it from behind, and rub it against my pussy slut, before forcing it inside me, moans erupting from me. ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue; Not too long after, the creature lets out a huff and groan, before grabbing the sides of my body, lifting me off the ground into the air. He keeps me hard on his member, before grabbing my sides and moving me up and down his length.\n\n“F-ohh gahh! B-by the C-creators…mmm!” I moan aloud. He pushes me up and down the full length of his shaft, using me like a fleahlight, one of the creative objects that the Creators used before androids were made for service. ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue; The tip of his member penetrates the synthetic womb I have inside. It’s not built for creating new life, more cataloguing life instead. The violent thrusts would break any female Creator, but I was built for the purpose of finding and breeding with creatures like this.\n\nI feel the creatures member begin to twitch and move around inside, his body tensing. I suddenly feel a wave of heat flow through me, as both the creature and I moan aloud, climaxing together. ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue; His member shoots out many thick roped of cum into my synthetic pussy and womb, going up inside me. Inside the synthetic womb, I feel a device moving around in the pool of monster cum. It analysis the sample of the creatures cum, building a replica of its DNA and genetic makeup, and catalogues as a species on the planet.\n\nThe monster finally calms down, pulling me off its member. He lets go of me, letting me fall a few feet onto the luscious grass below. He pants a few times, before wandering off again. I stay on the ground for a while, letting the cum seep out of my synthetic pussy while I recover stamina from the encounter, as it had thrown my gyroscopic out of whack. I manage to stand up again on the dirt I had been dropped on. I start walking again around the areas, maybe there were some different species of him somewhere.\n\n;Locate, Breed, Catalogue; ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue; ;Locate, Breed, Catalogue;\n\n… I must… Its my purpose…\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\\------------------------\n\nIf you guys enjoyed, criticism and compliments are welcomed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She held in her hands a magical masquerade style mask. It’s power allowing her to be unrecognizable and unidentifiable when worn, even if they tried to remember after the fact. As she looks at the mask in her possession, her thoughts become more lewd, more perverse, more brazen... | [
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"content": "\"Another round, Vinnie?\" the bartender asks as the ice cubes clink in Vincent's empty tumbler and he twirls his fingers in assent. The bartender doesn't bother giving him a new glass, pouring the Beefeater and the tonic over the bar before tossing in a new lime wedge.\n\n\"Thanks, boss,\" Vincent says as he watches the clear concoction swirl inside.\n\n\"Hey there,\" he hears next to him. Vincent turns and sees a stunning woman in a cocktail dress in the previously empty barstool. \n\n\"Can I buy you a drink?\" he asks her as she flips a lock of her hair behind her. \n\nShe gets the bartender's attention and orders a glass of Pinot Grigio. \n\n\"That was my wife's favorite wine.\"\n\n\"*Was*?\" she asks.\n\n\"Well, I guess technically *is*, but I don't know for sure. She left me last year.\"\n\n\"Aww, I'm sorry. What happened?\"\n\nVincent takes a long sip and tries to remember. \"I don't know. The usual things, I guess: money, work, a general lack of communication.\"\n\n\"Booze?\"\n\n\"Ha, actually no. Neither of us drank a lot, certainly not to excess. Me and Sybil were great, for years. She and I hooked up in college and things just, clicked, you know? We graduated and moved here so she could do art restoration, and I got a teaching job.\"\n\n\"That sounds very fulfilling.\"\n\n\"Yeah, she would tell me about these fantastic projects from all over the world, cleaning centuries of grime and soot. She did it all, but she started specializing in Balinese artifacts.\"\n\n\"Like the shadow puppets?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but there's a lot more to their culture. I'll never forget what she said about this mask she was restoring. She said they believed it contained the trapped souls of villagers lost at sea, that it allowed the wearer to become them...like, all of them. *When you're everybody, you're nobody.* Maybe it was a mistranslation.\"\n\n\"Wow, that's out there. You guys, didn't believe in all that... Did you?\"\n\n\"I didn't, I had a healthy dose of skepticism. Sybil? Let's just say that she had a great deal of respect for their traditions. I remember when she finished that piece, because it was the last one she did before she quit her job and left me.\" \n\n\"That's cold, Vincent. That bitch doesn't know what she's left behind. No warning? Maybe there was another man...or woman.\"\n\nVincent laughs and takes a longer look at his companion. Her body is thin but voluptuous, curving around in all the right places. Her skin is light but tan, and she's showing a lot of it in that strapless dress. He wonders if he has a shot.\n\n\"Only she knows. I thought we had good chemistry. We made love almost every other night, and she came more often than I did. At least, that's what she said.\"\n\n\"What a gratious lover. Maybe it got too boring, the same old routine. Did you ever play around?\"\n\n\"Not really, I guess. I mean we basically learned from each other.\"\n\nShe lets her hand drop to his lap and begins to massage it firmly. \"Can I teach an old dog some new tricks?\"\n\nVincent may be a little drunk but he can read these signs and gets their checks.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nVincent fumbles with his keys as she presses him against his own apartment door. He peels the top of her dress down and clutches her breasts as she kisses him deeply, sucking his very breath. Her lips are hot and soft, but also on the verge of trembling, needy. \n\nThe door latch clicks open and they tumble onto his hallway floor. She's on top of him, ripping his collar to suck on his neck and he groans under her. Sybil is completely blotted out of his mind as she nibbles on his ears and whispers, \"I'm going to fuck your brains out.\" \n\nVincent can't contain his smile as she continues to lick and suck on his ears and neck, teasing his nipples as she runs her hands through the hair on his chest. \"Fuck, that feels so nice,\" he moans.\n\n\"Show me,\" she tells him in low tones. \"Show me where it feels so good.\" She straddles him lower, until her ass presses into the bulge in his pants. \n\n\"Here, baby?\" She only shifts her hips slightly, but she pushes his cock until it's straining his fly and she grinds on the shaft. The zipper feels like a thousand needle pricks and Vincent can only raise his hips in response.\n\n\"God, you are amazing,\" he says as she tugs her dress off, revealing red lace panties and just a wisp of pubic hair. He reaches for it but she bats his hand away.\n\n\"Not yet. Keep your hands out of the cookie jar.\" She moves lower until she's between his legs and pulls down his pants. His cock bounces on his belly, the tip almost touching his navel.\n\n\"I need it in my mouth!\" she says as she slides him past her lips and her magic tongue circles his head. Vincent can barely think straight. He's seeing stars in the back of his eyes as the throbbing pleasure on his cock pulses harder and harder.\n\nHe's never had such a vigorous blow job. Her warm spit drenches his cock and balls when she comes up for air momentarily before she drops on him again. She rakes his inner thighs and delights at the shivers it produces. Vincent grabs the back of her head as he reaches the tipping point.\n\n\"Oh fuck!\" he grunts as he buries his cock down her throat. He holds her down until she begins to cough and gag. When she lifts her head, her eyes are full of tears. \"Jesus, I'm sorry!\" He says, wiping the wet strands of hair getting her face.\n\n\"Don't be. I'm not,\" she tells him. \"I love it when a man shoots his load straight into my belly.\" She lets out a burp and a laugh before crawling up him until his face between her legs. Her pussy is dripping wet and smells like sweet nectar.\n\n\"Good boy,\" she says, tussling his hair. \"Have a cookie.\" She spreads her legs and drops down. \"Ff-fuck,\" she moans as Vincent begins to eat her out.\n\nHe uses his lips to part hers, then laps at her pussy with quick movement. She holds his head up and sways from side to side, giving him pockets of air before pushing him back into her sex. \n\n\"Don't forget my clit,\" she moans. Vincent has trouble finding it in the fog of lust. \"Right here, baby.\" She places her finger on her swollen nub. \"Lick around it, then over, okay? It's just like tying a bowline knot.\"\n\nVincent recalled the camping trip with Sybil, when he taught her the trick to remembering the knot. \"The rabbit, comes out of the hole.\" He sucks on the hood, squeezing it between his lips. \"Then goes around the tree.\"\n\n\"Fuck yes;\" she moans, grinding into him harder as he circles her clit.\n\n\"Then loops back and dives back into the hole.\" He repeats the motion, listening to her body react with more and more arousal, feeling her quiver over him.\n\n\"Yes, fuck! I'm cumming baby! I'm cumming!\" She yells before flopping forwards. She crawls past him and rests her face on the cold floor but stays bent over her knees. \n\nVincent's cock aches for more. The sight of her reddened pussy makes him twitch and clench as he comes back to life. He sits up and turns around until he's behind her, then runs the tip of his cock between her wet cheeks. \"Are you ready for round two?\" \n\n\"Fuck me, baby. Do me like never before,\" she dares him. She backs up until his tip rests between her pussy lips and waits. \n\nShe doesn't have to wait long. He leans over and pushes his head into her tight wet hole. Her moans only get him harder as he holds onto her waist for leverage. He's halfway down when he starts to pull out, then back in again. They move like waves in the ocean, slowly working their hips in concert, until he finally sinks his whole shaft into her needy pussy. \n\nHe can't tell if he's thrusting or if she's pounding him, but he doesn't care. His cock aches for release that doesn't come quickly, fucking her senselessly until he starts drooling. The slaps of their flesh echo in the hallway and picks up speed. She reaches behind and teases his balls as they also into her again and again. \n\n\"Cum for me, baby. Cum inside my wet pussy. Cum for me now,\" she commands. \n\nVincent makes a furrowed expression and blasts more cum inside her. His whole body is determined to throw her down the hallway as he bucks and pulses with pleasure. When he can't squeeze another drop, he falls onto her sweaty back. He can feel his cum dripping out as he withdraws from her pussy and flops to her side.\n\nShe cradles his head between her breasts and kisses the top of it. \"I hope you learned a thing or two.\"\n\n\"I should hope so.\" He replies. He likes the feeling of her chest rising and falling against his cheek. \"What if I need more practice? Can I get your number?\"\n\nShe sighs imperceptively and strokes his hair. \"Sorry Vincent, this was a one night engagement. I'm leaving town tomorrow.\"\n\n\"I don't even know your name!\"\n\n\"Wasn't that great? Fucking a total stranger? Personally, I feel so much more *alive* like this. No. No names, no numbers. Just promise me that you'll take a nice girl out sometime, maybe fuck her brains out too?\"\n\n\"What if I wanted more?\" He says weakly.\n\n\"A relationship? Think about your last one. Would you take her back? After what Sybil did to you?\"\n\n\"But this is different! We can go into this relationship with eyes open!\" He looks up at her face but can't read her expression. \n\nShe stands up and pulls her dress back on quickly then walks to the door, leaving him laying there. \"Be good, Vincent,\" she says as the door closes behind her.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA week later, he's telling the bartender his story. \"And she just up and leaves, JJ. I never see her again. I mean, you remember her, right? From last week.\"\n\n\"Buddy, I see a lot of women. I sort of remember the one you were talking to, but it's all a blur. Any way, live in the now, I always say. Another G&T?\"\n\n\"Nah, I should try to walk and clear my head.\"\n\n\"Hey mister, I'll buy you a round of you have a drink with me.\" \n\nVincent looks at the hot woman talking to him from the other end of the bar. \"Sure thing. My name's Vincent. What's yours?\"\n\n\"Does it really matter, Vincent?\"\n\nHe sat down next to her and admired her sexy body. \"No, I guess it doesn't.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A archeologists finds and translates the world’s first known piece of erotica. Surprisingly, not much has changed. | [
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"content": "*She unravelled her toga over her shoulder, and let it slip down her bosom. It was ample, not to say succulent. Its dome shape stood out from her chest like half apples on a plate, at least a full pollex in diameter. Her tiny pink nipples gave a wonderful contrast to her alabaster white skin. She weighed just shy of CLII libra, her waist barely one gradus in circumference, but her hips would be perfect for child-rearing, at an astounding II cubitum. Her hair was black as the night, and slightly curled, as it dropped over her olive coloured and unblemished skin.*\n\n*As the garment slipped past her venus, it was bared that she was fully shaven, an immaculate vagina for all to see, moist and ready for coitus. Her big breasts and wide hips bounced as she walked towards the exit of the changing room, a smile on her perfect face, looking forward to some fun.*\n\nThe translator sighed, and put her pen down. Of course. How could it have been any different. In front of her was a barely legible wax imprint of the oldest known Roman erotica, and as always, it was written by a man with lesbian fantasies, and mindboggingly stupid."
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"content": "My eyes snapped open at the sound of great wings flapping, blotting out the sun for a split second as the great beast flew overhead. I looked up, straining as my head bumped into the post, shoulders twisting with my hands tied around it. My eyes trailed the yellow-scaled beast as it began its descent towards the cliff face, prayers leaving my lips in shaky whispering, until finally it landed. I gazed upwards into its emerald green eyes, staring in fear and awe of this great beast, watching as it began to approach me. It stopped just before me, knife-like teeth mere inches from my face, observing me for a moment.\n\nIt began to circle me, tail dragging through the dirt as it took in my form. I was hardly a remarkable man, dressed in ceremonial white robes that displayed my figure to the creature. Though I was a bit smaller than others of my age, I made up for it in my toned physique, though one could hardly call it remarkable. Still, it seemed satisfied as it stomped around to my front, lowering its head to mine. Its eyes locked with mine, and I felt a buzzing in my head.\n\n*N̻̲̱͓̝͇̫ͯͤͬ́ă̬͈̘͇̈͆ͨ̓͜m̭̹̫̖̹̻͚̏̒ͦͪͭ͢e̷͉͒͊̇̍ͣ͝*\n\nI groaned, but could not tear my eyes away.\n\n\"Izaan\", I moaned out finally, a brief sense of approval entering my mind. Again the buzzing returned\n\n*Ẉ͓̄̍ͣ͡ẖ̼͇̟̥̥̈́̓ͩ̀̇ͪ͟y̶̩̩͍̼̝͌ͦ ̿ͤ̽͝҉̶̖y̲̰͎ͣ̉̿̓̂͠ŏ̺̰͇ͣ̽̎̒͛̚̚͠ͅų̘̰͖̝͓͔̠ͮ?̶̥͉̞͙͌ͧ̇ͮ̏͐ͯ̀̆*\n\nThe voice behind the words sounded feminine, calm and almost apathetic. Part of me felt a dim sense of anticipation however.\n\n\"I was born for this purpose, raised to be sacrificed\". Another sense of satisfaction washed over me. It pulled away finally, tail sliding around behind the post. With a sharp pull of its tail, my hands came free of the post. I rubbed my wrists, looking up at it as it flew up into the air, circling around and swooping down. I yelled out as talons closed around my arms, lifting me into the skies.\n\nI watched as my home grew further and further away, disappearing into the clouds. I turned my gaze away finally when we flew amidst nothing but blank, featureless clouds. My heart pounded in my chest, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Eventually I found myself slipping away in its grasp, quickly falling unconscious\n\n÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷\n\n*Kinda wanted this to be longer... But I gotta get some sleep. Important shit tomorrow to get through, but once it's done I promise I shall return to this*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Come up with an interesting magic system that involves sex or some sort of fetish. | [
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"content": "The more on edge you are, the more potent and powerful your magic. This of course leads to wizards and witches pent up, in chastity or otherwise untouched but actively pursuing the edge of their orgasm. Buttplugs and vibrators under robes, minds a flutter in fantasy. But upon orgasming, magical ability is lost in the refractory, so of course magical duels focus on achieving that, spells to intensify or to dampen sexual sensation for defence."
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"content": "\"I love you.\" Grace whispered, as she rapidly brought her hand down onto her lover's backside. The sound of palm striking cheek echoed throughout the room, accompanied only by the moans of one Holly Harper, Grace's girlfriend of seven months. \n \n\"I'm pretty sure you just love my ass!\" Holly giggled, emphasizing her point by wiggling her rather sizable tush a little. \n \n\"You can love two things.\" Grace shrugged, before giving the bubbly blonde another hearty spank. \"I love you, and I love this enormous butt of yours. I wouldn't be spanking you if I didn't.\" \n \n\"Ah! I'm so lucky to have you!\" Holly sighed contently. \"Now, how about putting some real power behind those spanks, hmm?\"\n \n(Just a short piece about one of my favourite kinks. I went a little under the word count, I hope that's okay!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A hunky hiker makes camp for the night, then strips off what little clothing he is wearing. Little does he know that this part of the forest is inhabited by a group of uninhibited nymphs, and they like what they see... | [
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"content": "\"Tall, dark, and handsome, my oh my.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"He has such big muscles...\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Mmn, I'd take a bite out of that.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nThe sisters three observed from their respective homes. Sinope watched from her canopy, greatly enjoying the way he inspected her branches and ran a hand gently along her trunk. Helia observed meekly from her cool, gentle spring, and between the two, Kahliste peered at him through the stone of the grotto that encircled her younger sisters.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJust barely outside of it, the man's campsite sat, a humble tent and a single lantern set by the pond. Once he finished laying down the stakes of his temporary shelter, he sighed a great sigh of relief and stood. No sooner had he cast aside his protective leathers than he was peeling his shirt over his head, and the way his muscles rippled delghted the sisters as he stepped out of his boots and, after a cursory glance that could never have detected his secret admirers, his trousers.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nHad the spirits of the wood actual, physical hearts, no doubt they'd have beat strongly at the sight of him, and even quicker when he turned to the grotto. He shut his eyes, and whispered polite, cordial words, apologizing for his intrusion and asking kindly to use the little oasis for the night. Flattered by his words, Kahliste stayed her hand, choosing not to strike him down for his trespass.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nOnce he had finished, he stepped into the shallow waters of Helia' spring and, cupping water with his hands, scrubbed his body clean of the sweat and grime of his long journey into the woods. Helia's cool waters soothed his sunstruck skin and washed away hours of strain and stress.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nWithout a word, the sisters three had made up their minds. They would have him, and they would wait no longer."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: “This isn’t any ordinary jello mix. You better make a lot, because once you add water... well... you know what a ‘slimegirl’ is, right?” | [
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"content": "Jill bought it from a shady looking website, but her friends swore it was legit. She was expecting, at best, a baggy of dried sea monkeys. The box was fancy enough: a glossy picture of a bowl of cherries with an embossed logo that *almost* looked like a woman. \"Close enough,\" she said as she tore the lid open and looked at the contents. A slip of paper fell onto the table and she read the instructions. \n\n*Congratulations on your adoption of a Myxinichan sprite. Get ready for a life of fun adventure! To start, wear the provided face mask, then add the contents of this bag to three quarts of hot water. When she awakes, you can add the mixture to a bathtub of warm water. **CAUTION** DO NOT INHALE THE POWDER!*\n\nShe set the kit down then started to fill the bath. She scowered the kitchen to find a big enough bowl but could only find one receptacle: a copper jello mold, shaped like a faceted donut. She remembered the Mad Men dinner party she bought it for, then dusted it off. She filled it with hot water and placed it on the table, next to the kit.\n\n\"Well,\" she said with bag above the mold, \"here we go.\" The gray sand poured smoothly into the steaming water and she was hit with a strong aroma of fruit. The powder dissolved almost instantly, coloring the water a dark red hue. Jill looked down and saw her reflection, her eyes sloshing over the troubled surface. She lifted her head to take off the mask and was surprised to see another pair of eyes under her reflection. The gelatin was staring at her. Around the eyes, a whole feminine face began to emerge, with a button nose and full red lips.\n\n\"Salutations, human,\" it said. \n\nJill almost fell out of her chair as she backed away from the table. \"Hello?\" she said, peering over the lip of the mold. The monochromatic face looked back at her and smiled.\n\n\"Ah, a *woman*,\" it said. \"Speak woman, why did you awaken me?\"\n\n\"I didn't know you were asleep.\"\n\n\"Well, what *do* you know about Myxinichan sprites?\" it sneered.\n\n\"I guess not much. What do you think I should know?\"\n\n\"How about my name? I am known as Creme. And you?\"\n\n\"Jill,\" she replied, reflexively extending her hand over the bowl for a handshake. \"Oh, um... nice to meet you, Creme.\"\n\nCreme looked at the hand above her in silence, until Jill pulled it away. \"Would you like me to show you how to properly greet a Myxinichan sprite?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes!\" Jill exclaimed. \"I'd be honored.\"\n\n\"Good! I love a willing pupil. Please start by disrobing.\"\n\nJill blushed. She was alone in the house but the thought of being naked in the kitchen was both embarrassing and exhilarating. \"All my clothes?\"\n\n\"I'm naked myself, you know,\" Creme replied. \n\nJill thought about it then peeled out of her sweatshirt and jeans, then unhooked her bra, then panties. The air over her skin felt unnaturally chilly. \n\n\"Not bad Jill,\" Creme said. \"I think you and I can have a lot of fun together. Now. I need you to get me out of this strange jail.\"\n\nJill couldn't think of anything else. She placed a platter over the mold, then flipped it upside down. There was a soft *plop* underneath, and she carefully lifted the mold. Creme's face moved to the surface like a wobbling possessed dessert.\n\n\"Now, for the greeting. Set me on the floor, then kneel next to me.\" Jill complied, sitting on her bare heels. \"Good! Now. The greeting. Jill? You need to sit on me.\"\n\n\"What!\" Jill exclaimed. \"That's disgusting!\"\n\nCreme trembled and looked back with a stern stare. \"Are you... insulting me?\"\n\nJill's heart beat faster. She didn't expect it to turn out like this. The heat of her shame made her cheeks glow. \"I am sorry. I didn't mean to. I apologize.\"\n\n\"Okay then, apology accepted, now sit on me!\"\n\nJill crawled forward and placed the platter under her sex. *I can't believe I'm doing this*, she thought, then sat down. The creature was warm and firm, shaping itself over all her curves and hidden folds. \"Oh, that feels good,\" she said softly.\n\nJill dropped lower and felt Creme move around her pussy with undulating waves. She looked down and saw Creme's tiny face staring back at her. She was going to say something when Creme found her entrance and slipped into her. \"Fuck!\" she moaned.\n\nJill fell backwards on the floor and planted her feet on the ground. Her hips began to grind into the air as Creme swirled in and around her like a living pair of panties. She could feel Creme seep into her, filling her pussy with warm waves of pleasure. She placed a hand on the red slime and it slid easily into it until she was touching herself. She began to circle her clit, rubbing it in concert with Creme's pulsing vibrations.\n\n\"I'm...I'm going to cum,\" Jill said between gasps. \"FF-fuck!\" she grunted. Jill closed her eyes and saw stars as her orgasm rippled inside her body, her ass flopping on the tile floor until her convulsions subsided.\n\nCreme slide out and formed into a small shape of a person, like a giant sexy gummy sprite. \"We are well met,\" she said, wiping her mouth with her arm. \"Now then, would you like to have more fun?\"\n\nJill carried her to the bathtub, which had nearly filled to the brim, then dropped Creme in. The sprite smiled as she dissolved, turning the bathwater into a uniform shade of pink. The water rose on its own and Creme stepped out of the tub, pink, translucent, and very wet. She wrapped her sopping arms over Jill's shoulders then kissed her deeply. Jill opened her mouth and let her slide her tongue inside. They played with each other, not noticing when Creme absorbed Jill or released her, but neither cared.\n\nJill finally broke the kiss and smiled. \"You taste like cherries.\"\n\n\"You're not so bad yourself.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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"content": "\"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmmph? Baby? Baby, what's wrong?\" Carissa asked, pulling away from her partner, Lisa, who had suddenly started weeping right in the middle of their kiss. \n \n\"It's just... It's just... You haven't bit me yet!\" Lisa replied, tears pouring down her face as she began to sob. Carissa's heart shattered as she watched her girlfriend cry so intensely. But she was a little confused. \n \n\"Uh, yeah! You're my girlfriend, why would I bite you?\" Carissa responded, letting out a nervous laugh, hoping that would lighten the mood a little. \n \n\"You're supposed to bite me **because** I'm your girlfriend!\" Lisa screamed in response, as her mascara started running. \"Tara told me that you know a vampire is serious about you when they bite you on the neck! It's supposed to be some sort of romantic milestone! But guess what? We've been together for like seven months, and you haven't even tried to bite me! Not even once! Do you even seriously care about me at all? Because guess what Carissa, I fucking love you!\" \n \nOnce her girlfriend's little rant was over, Carissa began laughing uncontrollably, partially because Lisa looked so cute when she was angry, but also because what the mousy brunette had just said was complete nonsense. \n \n\"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry! Really!\" Carissa apologized profusely, as she tried to stifle her own laughter. \"It's just that, that thing about the biting? It's all made up bullshit.\" \n \n\"W-what? B-but, I read...\" \n \n\"Sweetie, trust me, it's all made up. People only think it's a real thing because it's a common romance novel trope. Vampires don't bite the people we care about! Why would we do that? Biting people and sucking their blood? Urgh, that's the least sexy thing I can imagine!\" \n \n\"B-but in the movies...\" \n \n\"Come on Lisa! You know real life is nothing like the movies! In films, everyone can always find a parking space, the good guy always has enough ammo in his gun, and nobody ever needs to clean up after sex! Here, you want to know why people think biting is sexy? Here you go!\" Without giving her girlfriend a chance to react, Carissa lunged forward and quickly licked the mousy girl's neck. \n \n\"W-what was... Oh, oooooh! Oh, that feels... Ooooooooh!\" Lisa moaned, as a feeling of warm, sweet bliss swept over her body, like a tide of ecstacy. \n \n\"Feels pretty good, huh? Well that's just a little vampire trick. There's a special kind of saliva we can produce if we want to. See?\" Carissa opened her mouth wide and gestured to her top gum, which appeared to be secreting a clear liquid of some kind. \"It's basically an aphrodisiac mixed with a morphine shot. It's supposed to help keep humans from struggling whilst you bite them, but it only lasts for a few seconds. See?\" Carissa rest her head in her hand and watched as her girlfriend came down from her gentle high. \n \n\"I-I t-think I do.\" Lisa replied, puffing and panting as she caught her breath. \"I-I'm sorry. I thought...\" \n \n\"You don't have to apologize baby! I should have told you about it earlier!\" \n \n\"Damn right you should have! If I'd have known about that saliva, I'd have...\" \n \n\"Turned into a little addict months ago! I know what kind of person you are! You'd be begging me to lick you like a lollipop every minute of every day!\" \n \n\"Okay, that might be true.\" The two girlfriends then shared a good long laugh with one another, before tenderly cuddling each other. \n \n\"But seriously,\" Lisa continued, after a few seconds. \"That spit of yours did feel really good. There wouldn't be any harm in using it once every so often, would there?\" \n \nCarissa sighed. \"No, I bet there wouldn't. Oh, and let me guess, you want me to use it on you right now, right?\" \n \nLisa's answer was just an emphatic nod. \n \n\"Damn it, I can never say no to you! Alright then, fine! But first, let's get this dress off!\" \n \n\"Hmmm? Why?\" \n \n\"I never said the spit only works on your neck!\" \n \n\"Oh, I see...\" \n \n\"Oh you'll see alright! You'll see exactly how serious I am about you, you little minx! I fucking love you!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The eldest daughter decided to sell her body to the highest bidder at auction in order to provide for her poor family. She had prepared herself to the probability that her 'new job' as a 'personal maid' might come with sexual servitude, but she hadn't expected that her buyer might be a woman... | [
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"content": "I was waiting in what I guess is called a drawing room? I like Victorian novels and that's always what they were referring to rooms like these. Picture window rooms, rooms with fireplaces and decorated mantles. Whatever kind of room you want to call it, it was up the panoramic staircase and down a spooky hall that looked like something from the Addams Family or Scooby-Doo. Actual suits of armor, grandfather clocks, fearsome bears that looked like they would still be able to maul you even without their bones or musculature beneath their furs. It felt like the house was breathing, like there were eyes everywhere. \n\nI was scared until the dour, dust-colored butler led me into that room. Glowing shafts of honey encased slow-moving, arenaceous smut. I was hypnotized by the light—I'd never seen anything like it. I almost tripped over the couch staring at it. I was entranced by the way it warmed the hardwood and deepened the mazes picked out by each plank's intersecting lines. \n\nI was expecting anything, everything—the worst. A head in a jar could have been carried out for me to pleasure and I would have been just as comfortable with my situation as if it were Norman Reedus or Keanu Reeves. I knew we were desperate and I knew that we need the cash fast so I sublimated my sense of morality, of the ethics, of the rightness and wrongness of human relationships and I auctioned off the only thing I had that I knew I could get a lot for, my virgin pussy. A prize to some, a conquest to others, maybe just something to brag to the boys down at the yacht club about, but I didn't care. If they wanted both my kidneys or my hands I would've sold them all the same as long as the price was right.\n\nI had just turned 18. I was an established kind of pretty. The kind of pretty that I could recognize in the mirror, without getting nasty to others about it. I had classical, high cheekbones; a slender, wan nose; plumb, horizontal eyes that were just a micrometer bigger than usual; and lips that evoked florid metaphors from puppy-love-struck classmates who anonymously stuffed poems in my locker even when it wasn't Valentines day. My body was equally appealing. I had weathered puberty's storms and come out the other end with the kind of breasts and buttocks that people feel inclined to stare at when I'm in public and men feel inclined to make comments about any time at all. \n\nMy most fascinating quality (I believe it still is) was my nature. I'm prim, but not puritan. easygoing my mom would always call me. It takes a lot to rile me, but when I heard the clacking of heels on the hardwood I was still so fixated on I had to twist the entirety of myself around the couch to see who I could possibly be about to meet.\n\nEvery footfall was elegant, but commanding—hard as a rock-slide. The door creaked an inch and my whole body strained to set eyes on the winning bidder. Maybe this was his wife, his secretary, his—I had no honest, idea. All I did have was the digital handle this person signed up for the auction site with, M\\_Raspalde. A curious clue, apart from the good-faith transfer to my digital wallet of an prearranged sum the only shred I had to turn over and over again in my brain. I didn't even have the address, a car was sent to pick me up from the mall. \n\nI could barely make out the sound of whispers on the other side of the door. A hand clasped around the jamb and vanished as quickly as it had spidered its way in. The hand looked foreboding, talon-like nail extensions shone in a deep, intoxicating purple color from the spindly tips of long, lithe fingers. Its skin was sable—profound, Congolese dark. \n\nFinally the door swung open on my complete, rapt, saucer-sized eyes. A woman, crowing at the eyes and a bit above her profuse lips, but otherwise young looking. She carried herself regally; her head, high and back like a the first Qin emperor must have surveyed the ranks of his terracotta soldiers. She wore a flowy, white top made of satin or something equally able to catch and bottle light tucked neatly into a skirt the drab color of sand through green glass. Her vast hips breathed life into the dull color of the skirt. The made me think of desert ridges, dunes, the sun high above the Sahara. Tiny, rectangular camps of scars sat at the summits of her round cheeks. The moved in tight formation and gave her the appearance of having two sets of eyes.\n\n\"Sophie?\"\n\nI had given a false name, one that I liked from a book.\n\n\"Yes, that's me.\"\n\n\"While in this household you will address me as madame. Is that clear?\"\n\n\"Yes, of course, madame.\"\n\n\"Very good, stand up let me look at you.\"\n\nShe spoke with the faintest omen of an accent, just a little pitch at the end of her sentences. It made me smile.\n\n\"What are you smiling at, girl?\"\n\n\"Nothing, madame!\"\n\n\"Nobody smiles at nothing, tell me why you're smiling or you'll find that your time in my employ will seem very long, indeed.\"\n\n\"I'm sorry madame, it was your accent.\"\n\n\"Do you find the way I speak amusing?\"\n\n\"No Madame, I quite like the sound of your voice.\"\n\nIt was a euphonic voice. Metered and calming and low-eyed and fresh as summer rain. \n\n\"Well, thank you for the compliment, but you must work to control your outward show of emotions. This is a job, you will do your duty and you will be duly compensated. Is that clear?\"\n\nHer hair was so severely pulled back into a bun that it seemed like it was keeping her eyes open for her. I was confused, I hadn't auctioned off entry into my vagina for a job. At least, I didn't see it that way. Something about the meticulousness of her made me bite my tongue and keep my questions to myself. \n\n\"Yes madame, I'm here to serve.\"\n\n\"That is very pleasing to hear.\" She beamed, a genuine look of happiness crossed her face. \n\nUnprovoked she twice clapped her hands harshly together and before I realized that was a signal three girls in classic French-maid outfits somberly entered the room carrying a riot of sewing equipment.\n\n\"Strip her.\" She commanded and the girls set to taking off my clothes.\n\n\"I can do this myself, madame.\"\n\n\"Nonsense! This is why I have help.\"\n\nThe girls worked quietly and fast. They didn't look unhappy, just lost in their tasks. Once the girls got me done to my underwear my new boss had them stop.\n\n\"Do you think these are appropriate undergarments to wear into my home?\"\n\n\"Madame?\"\n\n\"Your bra and your panties, do you think you will please anyone with those dreary things?\"\n\n\"I didn't know I was supposed to, madame.\"\n\nThe three French-maids tittered and hung their heads bemusedly.\n\n\"You are a young woman who took it upon herself to sell the one possession she should be freely giving as a gift to someone and you don't even think to gift-wrap my purchase?\"\n\n\"No madame, I'm sorry.\"\n\n\"Girls, show your new colleague your panties!\"\n\nWithout a word of response the girls lifted their skirts and crinolines and presented me with one of the most beautiful views of my life. They all had porcelain white skin and almost glowing atop it was and intricate web of black lace. Their vaginas were framed with garter-belts which held up nylons which appeared to me like disks of ink slowly dissolving into long tunnels of water. The most majestic, breathtaking, black, lace panties flew above their hosier and into the center of my mind's eye—an unkindness of ravens made from the vaporous trails of soot-black smoke.\n\n\"What do we ask our new colleague, girls?\"\n\n\"Do you like our little, black panties?\"\n\n\"And, Sophie? Do you like their little, black panties?\"\n\nI can only nod, dumbfounded as I am.\n\n\"Then say it!\"\n\n\"Yes madame. I like their little, black panties. I like their little, black panties a lot.\"\n\nThough two of the girls were average sized one, a pallid blonde was slightly bigger and it was in her panties that I saw bulging what looked like a man's hard penis from, at least like what I'd seen in health class.\n\n**SORRY I have to break here and go to work. I should be able to finish after my shift though if you guys want!**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Lusty land theme-park is the sexiest pace on earth. Their attractions range from fleshlight bumper car, to a snack bar where everything's laced with aphrodisiac, to a vibrator roller coster, & any other sexy experiences you can imagine. You've always wanted to go & you just got a season pass. | [
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"content": "“Welcome to Lusty Land, would you like a park map?”\n\nI smiled at the cashier, a perky college-aged girl probably just working here for the summer. “Sure, thanks,” I replied, taking the map from her hand.\n\n“First time here?” she said with a sly grin. “Yeah,” I said.\n\n“Well, definitely don’t miss the Vibracoaster, it’s worth the line. The House of Glory is worth it too, although my personal favorite is the water slide.”\n\n“Thanks... I’ll check those out.”\n\nI felt nervous. I’d wanted to go to Lusty Land ever since my years as a horny teenage girl, counting down the days until I was 18. Winning a season pass from my college’s sexual health raffle was like a dream come true. Now that I was finally here, I didn’t know where to start. My roommate Becca was here too.\n\nWe walked by a few carnival booths with X-rated skill games, concession stands, and whatnot before deciding to start slow - the Fleshlight Cars. Each car had either a penis or pussy attachment, and the goal was to fuck as many of the other cars as you could. Becca and I weren’t very good at driving - we laughed as our pussy car got rammed over and over again. “Our car’s a real slut,” joked Becca as we left the ride.\n\nUp next was the Merry-Go-Round. Each “horse” was a “real doll” of sorts, with silicone men and women of all sizes, body types, etc lined up along the carousel. I chose a busty-looking lady near the center, Becca went for a jacked male doll a few rows ahead. As I mounted my ride I noticed it had a faint resemblance to Becca - both were well-endowed, much more than my own B-cups - and had the same brown hair and blue eyes. The ride started up, organ music blaring, and to my surprise the dolls started to buzz. I couldn’t help but straddle the seat of the doll tightly, pressing my clit against the warm vibrations. With each turn of the carousel the vibrations got more intense. I felt an orgasm start to build within me. I grasped “Becca’s” soft breasts and moaned as the waves of pleasure passed over me.\n\nThe ride came to a stop shortly after. Becca made short work of teasing me after she saw who I chose. “Next time just ask when we’re at home!” she said, playfully elbowing me. I could see a wet spot in her jean shorts and wondered if it was as good for her as it was for me.\n\nNext was the House of Glory. It was a “house of mirrors” type of deal, a confusing layout that resulted in Becca and I getting separated almost immediately. I wandered the spooky halls for a while before reaching a passage with several holes cut out in the wall about three feet above the ground. I kneeled down to peer into the hole when all of a sudden, a throbbing 8” cock poked me in the cheek.\n\nI looked around the hall and saw no one around but my own reflection. Instinctively, I got on my knees and got to work, stroking and fellating the cock. This was always a fantasy of mine and living it out was like ecstasy. The cock came quickly, shooting ropes of cum down my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, wiping the last few spurts off my chin. No sooner had I finished than did 2 more cocks pop out of the adjacent holes. Resolved, I grabbed one with each hand and started to stroke.\n\nAs I pumped the cocks, the hole in front of me widened and I saw a woman’s spread legs appear. I leaned forward and started to kiss her dripping pussy. I heard her faintly moan with pleasure. I started to lick her clit and felt her legs press against my face. Within minutes I made her cum, her legs shaking in pleasure. I felt both cocks ejaculate around the same time as well, their cum splattering out onto the floor. As I leaned back I saw one of the mirrors rotate, the light of the outside shining around the corner.\n\nI was incredibly horny, aching to be touched, but stood up and walked through the door and found myself walking through the exit. Becca was waiting for me outside. “What took you so long?” she teased. She had a bit of cum on her chin. I laughed and wiped it off with my thumb. “We need to go to the Vibracoaster,” I demanded.\n\nThe line wasn’t too bad. Only about 15 minutes before Becca and I were seated, and we even got the first car. This was an inverted coaster, so we were strapped in face-down. As the train started to roll, the harness started to pulsate. Its contoured shape made the vibrations even more pleasurable than the carousel.\n\nI had my first orgasm on the second turn of the ride. I lost count by time we reached the loop-de-loop. It was an intense pleasure like nothing I had ever felt, the G-forces and rolling motion of the coaster intensifying each pulsating buzz of the harness. Between orgasms I looked over at Becca. Her eyes were closed, tongue hanging out, and her whole body shaking from the pleasure. When the train came to a stop I almost cried. They had to essentially force me off the ride. I wasn’t the only one.\n\nAs Becca and I left the ride I paid the $15 for the full-length video with sound of our Vibracoaster experience. The park was closing soon and there wouldn’t be time to go again. We took a quick ride on the Swinging Ship, this time cumming together while holding hands. A nice bonding experience.\n\nWe left Lusty Land right as it closed, our souvenir dildos and boob-shaped balloons in hand. I knew then I’d be back every single weekend this season."
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"content": "\"Were you the one that wrote this script?\" Snarled the blonde, holding up five pages of A4 paper stapled together. While on one hand she was 5'2\" and probably 100 pounds soaking wet, the producer at his desk was surprised and off balance at the sudden interruption by the naked actress.\n\nSimon blinked and craned his neck, until - there we are - he spotted his name on the cover page. \"Yes.\"\n\n\"To fuck, or not to fuck? That is the question—\n\nWhether ’tis whorish in the mind to sleep with\n\nThe sluts and studs of outrageous endowment,\n\nOr to take arms against a sea of erections,\n\nAnd, by opposing, drain them? To lie, to sleep—\n\nNo more—and by a sleep to say we fuck...\"\n\nShe rattled off the rest of Hamlet's bastardized speech from memory as the porn starlet, the petite blonde who had starred in \"Nubile New Teens 34\", slowly grew a smile and let out a satisfied sigh.\n\n\"I trained at Juliard.\" She explained, letting out a satisfied smile. \"First time I could act properly in this gig. Can you do more of that?\"\n\nSimon nodded. \"Sure.\"\n\n\"Thanks, hon.\" She leaned over and pecked him on the cheek. Briefly, she paused. Reconsidered. Then shrugged and mashed her lips against his, crawling up onto his lap as she did so as they begun to make the beast of two backs."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Two friends, a city-dwelling elf and a rough-living orc, show each other the benefits of their respective lifestyles. | [
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"content": "Belladonna screamed, breaking the evening’s relative silence. A few birds, startled by the sudden noise, cawed and burst upwards through the treetops - no doubt looking for quieter roosts.\n\nThe elven woman clapped a hand over her mouth as another jolt from behind shook her. Then another, and another in a rhythmic fashion. She moaned into her palm, making an effort to silence herself as a flood of sensation continued to overtake her fine motor skills.\n\nThen, just as suddenly as her hand had come to her mouth, it was off again. She half-moaned and half-shrieked gleefully, trailing with a hoarse giggle as the fingers on both hands tightened on the edge of the tree stump she had been bent forward over. She’d remembered what Snarl had told her when they’d started...\n\n“Fuck me!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, grinning from ear to ear. “Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me!”\n\nHad she been home, she would have been ashamed of herself for such volume... for such *vulgar* language... for making the entire neighborhood aware that she was getting fucked like a whore and *enjoying it*...\n\nBut she wasn’t home...\n\nNor was she ashamed...\n\nShe was getting fucked like a whore, bent over the stump of a tree in the middle of the woods, and she was enjoying it... and she wanted the whole world to hear her.\n\nSnarl, for his part, was much less vocal than he’d assured Belladonna they could be, so far out into the woods... But perhaps his silence was the product of his concentration...\n\nBelladonna could feel his huge hands grabbing her hips; they were almost big enough to wrap around her waist, entirely! \n\nHis hips pounded against her ass - the generous yet firm feature rippling with each impact. \n\nHis “fucking huge cock”, as Belladonna had lovingly described it at the beginning of their evening, squeezed between her legs, filling her up to the very last nook or cranny of space in her belly.\n\nAnd the rhythm the orc was setting? Oh, fuck yes! Nobody in Bella’s hometown would ever be able to hold a candle to Snarl as he consistently found just the right pace, pressure, and depth to keep the petite elvish woman squirming on the stump... and screaming for more.\n\nBelladonna coughed, her voice beginning to quiet as her lover continued to ravish her. She could feel her bare knees scrape against the bark of the stump each time Snarl thrusted forward. She could hear his heavy, irregular breathing. She could smell the faint, musty odor of sex in the air.\n\nShe shot a glance over her own shoulder as Snarl fucked her, and saw the look on his face.\n\nShe smiled... Grinned, rather... \n\nSnarl pulled back, several inches of that “fucking huge cock” slipping from Bella’s dripping pussy...\n\nBella readied herself, and the moment froze as she braced against the stump...\n\nSnarl bucked his hips forward after what was a tantalizingly long quarter-second. \n\nBella threw her hips back, trying her best to muster force enough to match her orcish lover.\n\nThe impact cracked through them both like a shot as Snarl buried himself deep into her and Belladonna squeezed him like a vice.\n\nBella moaned, shrieked, and screamed all within a heartbeat. Snarl loosed a roar in equal measure, echoing through the woods. More birds fled their night’s perch to escape the noise. \n\nThe elvish woman shuddered and shook on the stump, her legs turning to jelly beneath her, knees knocking, toes curling into the carpet of grass and fallen leaves... She could feel something warm begin to run down her thigh...\n\nThe orcish man squeezed his lover’s hips tighter, pulling them against his as completely as he could. His manhood pulsed and twitched with climax as strength seemed to slip away from him... As his grip loosened and his footing wavered, his seed overflowed between and began to drip down Bella’s legs...\n\nBella huffed and groaned, her body going limp as she clung to the stump for support. Rivulets of sweat swam down her every inch of skin, tickling her as the aftershocks of orgasm continued to rampage through her.\n\nSnarl’s hands uncurled from around her waist, and she could vaguely hear him mumble something under a rough, panting breath as he stepped backwards, leaning his weight against a tree. His “fucking huge cock” pulled out of her, and Bella began to feel the warmth trickle more freely down her thighs, running down her calves, dripping into the grass...\n\nShe’d be a complete mess to look at; whole body covered in sweat, knees red and raw, fingers full of splinters, and womanhood dripping with cum...\n\nShe’d probably look just as much a whore as she’d sounded.\n\nIn the city, she had to be quiet as a mouse to make sure nobody’d catch on to her having sex. But, out here?\n\nOut here, she didn’t have to clamp a hand over her mouth, stifle a moan, or squeak instead of shriek... \n\nOut here, where Snarl and his people made their livings, she could scream like a whore... *All... Night... Long...*\n\nOut here, where she’d been bent over a tree stump and stuffed to the gills with orcish cock, over and over and over again, she could be as loud as she wanted... and holy fuck was she.\n\nFuck, it was liberating...\n\n“You okay?” Snarl asked, an eyebrow raised. \n\nBella slowly managed to turn herself over, sitting on the stump rather than draping herself over it. Moonlight glimmered off her breasts, and she smiled knowingly as she saw Snarl’s eyes track down from hers, ogling her perky tits.\n\n“I think so...” She coughed, her throat scratching. “Just... Hand me the canteen?”\n\n“Here.” Snarl handed her the small jug of water. “Just wanted to make sure I didn’t squeeze you too tight, there at the end.”\n\n“Nah...” Bella smirked, finishing her drink. “That all felt fucking amazing.”\n\n“It did.” Snarl agreed with a toothy grin. “I’ve never heard you be that loud before.”\n\n“Neither have I... But, too be fair, I did cum, like, *really hard*...”\n\nBella had met Snarl almost a decade ago, when they had been part of the same adventuring party. They’d made uneasy friends for quite a long while - old, irrational animosities between elves and orcs being difficult to dissolve - but had eventually struck out from the main group together. Their bond had steadily grown through the years, and they’d begun to see each other in as close-approaching a romantic light as either one’s pride would allow them to admit... Though they still called themselves “friends with benefits”...\n\nNow, as one entered his early fifties, and the other budged up against her hundredth, they were each in the prime of life for their peoples... and they could not seem to keep their hands off each other...\n\n“Harder than in the city?” Snarl asked, taking a swig from the canteen, himself.\n\n“Can’t begin to tell you just how much harder...” Bella admitted.\n\n“It’s the fresh air...” Snarl smiled, and began to speak in a poetic tone. “The openness of the woods and the fields... The moonlight and the stars... Th-“\n\n“The fact that I had your ‘fucking huge cock’ pipelining me for forty-five minutes,” She interrupted with a smirk. “And that I was allowed to scream as loud as I wanted with nobody around to hear me... *That* was a *humongous* turn-on...”\n\n“We’ll have to come out her more often, then...” Snarl laughed, leaning down to kiss Bella. “Or, we could just abandon courtesy, and fuck like that in the city.”\n\nBella chuckled nervously. \n\n“Not on your life. Too many eavesdroppers and gossips in elvish cities. So much as whisper ‘*oooh, that feels nice*’, and everyone on the block *knows* you had sex and stares at you like you’re a slut...”\n\nShe thought for a moment, absently chewing on a fingertip.\n\n“Y’know what?” She began with a smile. “That gives me an idea...”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Well, since we just found out I can be *loud* when I’m *allowed*...” Bella began, standing, measuring herself up against Snarl. “I wonder how *quiet* you can be when you absolutely *have to be*, big guy...”\n\nShe laughed as Snarl’s face dropped in a mixture of dread and confusion. \n\n“C’mon,” She rounded out, pointing to a small pond a few meters away, then waving to its opposite, towards a line of distant fires. “Let’s clean up and get back to the camp... Sooner we finish our business, here, the sooner I get to take you to the city...”\n\n***\n\n*Thanks for reading, and hope this was an enjoyable little short-story!*\n\n*Let me know if you’d like to see a sequel/second-part to it. (Definitely left it off on a note where I could continue it.)*\n\n*Questions and feedback are, of course, welcome!*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "Umm... Miss, is someone eating you out under the table..." "W-What, N-no what makes you think that?" | [
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"content": "It was too bold. Way too bold. Like, *waaaay* too bold.\n\n\"Umm... Miss?\" The waitress asked me, hesitantly. \"Is someone eating you out under the table?\"\n\nI shook my head, flustered and awkwardly phrasing my denial. \"W-what? N-No, what makes you think thaa-aaaht?\" My voice stuttered, even though, technically speaking, nobody was eating me out beneath the table.\n\nShe looked about with similar awkwardness. \"Okay... There are other guests, miss.\" Both the sensation and her oh-so misguided words made me twitch slightly, my flustered face probably turning an even deeper shade of red. \"So I have to ask you to be a bit more silent.\"\n\n\"Can doooo...\" I trailed off, my eyes trying not to glance at the girl's shirt. I wasn't about to betray Emily for a second, but her chest didn't help matters for me. \"Don't w-worry about me-EEEEH!\"\n\nMy climax was evident, it must have been. The sight was blurry, but the actions now became too evident. A stare of shock filled her mind, and not even wording a handwavy excuse, she darted off. Not that I saw much of her exit, exhaustedly collapsed on the table as I was.\n\n\"She... she saw it, she saw it all. We need to go, Emily. She's going to get security, and we'll be kicked out. We need to-\" My gasp-filled, panicked voice got promptly interrupted by the teasing sensation beginning anew. \"Oh fuck, that's... No! Emily, we need to go! ...Emily? You hear me?\"\n\nI got up, quickly scouting for an exit. No security near the fire door, only a smoker holding it open. If I get- Gah!\n\nI promptly sat down, the coolness of the air caressing my overexposed nether regions. \"Where are my stockings, Emily?!\" I whispered, and for the first time, I got an reply.\n\n\"Take a chill pill, *miss*. I wasn't finished.\"\n\nI couldn't take it, and took a peek under the desk, where Emily sat, legs spread, dressed in a formal suit that did much to hide her cup size and her femininity. Her mouth, as pretty a spot on her face as her black-dyed hair, was now coated in the familiar liquid. \"What do you mean, \"*wasn't finished*\"!? That waitress is getting her boss and- Aaah!\"\n\n\"Sit upright and just go with the flow. And don't contain your voice, I love it when you squeal.\"\n\nI sat upright, though still containing my squeals as I took grip at the hem of my dress. It is too frilly, far too frilly. They'll all remember me, recognize me...\n\nI grinded slightly against her busy face, pressing my crotch at her with incessant need. Who was I kidding, I wanted this as much as she did, and I was no better. \"Oh, god.\" I whispered. \"Emily, you're... I...\"\n\n\"Close again?\" She replied, freeing her mouth and putting her fingers to work. \"I told you that this'll turn you on. Now admit it, and I'll make it all better...\"\n\nShe didn't ask for no reason. It's been a bet, a naughty one. She'd told me that she got me all figured out, and being the vanilla wuss I was, I bet against it. Not that my admission meant much anyways anymore. \"I admit it! You were right! Please!\"\n\nShe didn't finish me off, instead pulling away. \"The stalls, now!\" A moment of hesitation struck me. I was still exposed, they'd see me, they'd see her, in fact. They'd see the coated lips of hers, add two and two together-\n\nI saw the waitress, and our eyes crossed. She just got out the kitchen area, and her eyes darted away. She knew. She knew and she likely told already. I stood up, and ran to the girl's stalls ASAP, not caring about the cool breeze on my nether regions or anything besides getting away.\n\nI closed the stall door just a moment after Emily got inside, locking it closed. Finally, I was face to face with her. I wanted to scold her, admonish her for her stupid, reckless ideas, but it was all forgotten the moment she leaned in for a kiss. It was the dress, it made me passive, I swear. I'm normally not this submissive.\n\nShe rummaged in \"my\" bag, and pulled out a sight that was uncannily familiar nowadays. \"You trust me?\" She asked, with the strap-on she presented to me time and time again.\n\nI blushed, and turned around. \"...you're lucky that I'm in the mood.\"\n\n\"Hmm, let's go with that.\" She said, and after I heard her stumble about as she likely put it on, I felt her grasp at the frilly dress I wore, pulling it up to make way for the plastic cock of hers.\n\nShe pushed it in roughly, though I definitely felt the lube she added, which I was very, very grateful for. \"Hnngh!\"\n\n\"Wow, so that's how it feels...\" She said, panting. \"Didn't expect that... Can I...\"\n\n\"Please...\" I gasped, the girth, the size, it all filling me a bit too much. \"Just a bit. I'm not used to this...\"\n\nAnd like this, we just remained. Me, leaning against the wall, as she held my dress tight as leverage for potential thrusts. I'd never say it to her face, but she was so bold, so *pretty* like this. \"Okay, I thi-IIiinK! Stopstopstopstop!\"\n\nHer agressive thrusts within me were too much, and I felt a tear of pain streak down. \"Sorry... Too fast?\" She asked, and a part of me wanted to just say *\"No, I can take it*\", despite it not being the case.\n\n\"Just... ease me in, please.\"\n\n\"Alright.\" She said, and now, slow, easy thrusts followed where her harsh and brutal ones had been. This felt bearable, though unusual.\n\n\"Haaah... Aah?\" A tingle danced across my nerves, a small hint of pleasure. It didn't remain alone, however, as each moan of lust followed another, and another, and as the thrusts of her now quickened, teased me, filled me.\n\n\"Ooohh, you're getting into it now, hmm?\"\n\n\"I am, Emily! I fucking am. Plow me through!\" I yelped out, my mind now aflame with need.\n\n\"You're my cutie bitch, aren't you? Come on, 'fess up!\" She said, egging me on and on as her thrusts pushed me against the wall I was now clinging to.\n\n\"I am!\"\n\n\"And what does happen to cutie bitches? They get fucked pregnant.\"\n\nI froze, tensing. Her words continued. \"Oh, I know you want it. And since I snatched me a surprise package with the ol' five-finger discount at the sperm bank, and this is one of these \"fake cum\" dildos... You can easily figure out what this thingie here does...\"\n\nShe dangled it in my face, but my mind was still wracking with it all. A narrow part of my mind told me that it couldn't happen, that I couldn't get pregnant. But a bigger part was yelling: What if? And as anyone knows, the impregnation instinct doesn't care for facts or worries.\n\n\"...do it.\" I managed nary a whisper, but she heard me clearly.\n\nShe started pumping, pistoning, as my senses went overdrive. \"And you're begging for it! Come on, scream it out, scream out what we all know!\"\n\n\"I'm your two-bit whore! Fill me! Breed me! Aaaaaah!!!\"\n\nI nearly lost my grasp as my behind was ravaged, droplets of cum filling me, coating the dress and the toilet stall floor. My eyes showed stars, and I was a squealy mess, loosing my conciousness as she hilted deep within me...\n\n***\n\nI awoke, dizzily, inside the bus. The dress I wore was a mess, all knittered and creased. My gaze darted around, only calming as it found Emily's gaze.\n\n\"Wha... How?\" I managed only few words. My legs, my arms, they all felt sore.\n\n\"I carried you out. They didn't ask as much as you'd think.\"\n\n\"I- We did that?\"\n\n\"Oh yes, we did. I told you that you'd enjoy it, didn't I?\" She said, smirking.\n\nI faintly smiled back. \"You were right. Didn't count myself for a crossdresser, or a sissy.\"\n\n\"You aren't a sissy. You're my knocked up two-bit whore.\" She winked.\n\n\"Right now, I'm exhausted... I can't wait to see our bed.\"\n\n\"Same. I can't wait for round two.\"\n\nI felt my loins stir once more. \"Round two?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A young couple in desperate financial trouble make the difficult decision to sell the wife's vagina, literally. It is purchased by a medical research company to be used for, well, "research". The couple's financial trouble is now over, but a different problem is just beginning. | [
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"content": "Susan's phone buzzed as a message arrived. She thumbed it open as surreptitiously as possible, but the man next to her noticed.\n\n\"Your husband?\" he asked and she blushed slightly and nodded as she glanced down at the text.\n\n*Are you inside yet? What are they saying?*\n\nShe glanced at the man apologetically and he gestured to the phone. \"No, go ahead, of course. You're welcome to tell him as much as you want, as I believe he has also signed the NDA. We'd rather you chose what to tell him.\"\n\n*Talking to the doctor now,* she hurriedly typed back, then deliberately stuffed the phone into her pocket and turned her attention back to the man with a smile. \"Sorry about that,\" she said politely. \"I'll message him again later once I have the full picture. So, you were saying... this is just called 'the machine'?\"\n\nShe turned to glance through the large glass window. It looked onto a large room with a somewhat unusual bed in the middle, like a normal hospital bed but obviously longer and twice as wide. There was a camera mounted on a tripod next to her, focused on the bed, and she could see more windows on the other sides of the room, each with a camera staring at the bed.\n\nHer attention was mostly held by the figure standing a few steps away from the bed. It stood completely still, looking like a very realistic shop mannequin. Her gaze dipped to the large appendage between the mannequin's legs and she hurriedly returned her attention to the doctor.\n\n\"Yes. Formally it's known as the 'multi-application test framework', and I think a few of the teams call it 'Matt', but most of us just call it the machine. Currently it's being used to test a number of products; artificial skin, the design of the chassis that you can see, the chassis mobility systems, the social interaction systems... although most of those will be turned off for these tests... and of course the sexual interaction systems.\"\n\n\"Sexual, uhm...\" Susan swallowed and nodded, her blush deepening as she clasped her hands nervously in front of herself. \"Yes, of course. So... so that's it? I just have to, um... have sex with the, um, the machine? I'm just testing the, uh... a sex doll?\" Her gaze flickered across to the cameras and then back to the doctor, although she couldn't meet his eyes.\n\n\"Not quite.\" The doctor coughed, glancing away as well. \"It's a double-blind test, a very strict requirement of the grant I'm afraid. Every session will involve three... partners, only one of which will be the machine, and you will be blindfolded. That's where the controversy comes in, of course, otherwise it would be easy to find people. The source of the grant requires this approach, and they were very specific, even insisting on young married women as the test subjects.\"\n\nHe cleared his throat again before continuing, still not meeting her increasingly wide eyes. \"The participants are thoroughly vetted, and everything will be as anonymous as possible, unless both parties choose to reveal their identity. Physical details of the full list of possible partners are in the folder you've been given, just so you have an idea of what to expect.\"\n\nOpening the folder was something for her hands to do as she desperately tried to keep her composure. The thick pile of clinically precise documents didn't help, as her eye immediately fell on a table of details like 'Penis Size' and 'Endurance (Sexual)'.\n\nShe snapped the folder shut and attempted to look bright and composed. \"Ah, yes, that's, um... all in order, um...\" she stammered, before faltering back into silence. The doctor hesitated, before speaking in a rather more kindly tone.\n\n\"This is the point at which you should back out of the study, if you want to. The NDA will still cover you, and of course you will need to return the full amount of the advance you have received. Otherwise, from this point on, if you back out there will be a scale of penalties on top of the advance amount.\"\n\nHer phone buzzed with perfect timing. It was her husband again. *So? What do they want from you?*\n\nShe looked from her phone to the patient face of the doctor, then hesitated before typing rapidly. *Just some tests. A bit invasive, but nothing too serious.*\n\n\"No, I'm already committed. I'll do it,\" she said, firmly if a little breathlessly.\n\n\"Excellent,\" the doctor smiled and turned to lead the way to his office. \"So, it'll be twelve sessions for the first phase, one per week for three months. If you are willing to attend extra sessions then I should be able to offer you extra remuneration. You can also sign up for phase two, but... well, the constraint for the second phase is that contraceptives aren't permitted, so I'm not sure if that will be something you're interested in.\"\n\nHer phone buzzed again. *Okay! Dinner will be ready when you get home. Love you!*\n\nShe stuffed it back into her pocket and smiled at the doctor, her heart racing.\n\n\"Tell me more.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She was perfectly devoted to her Mistress/master. She was fully obedient and would worship the ground they walked on. So it was a surprise to see them bent over, taking it up the ass while saying what a dirty slut they were and begging for more. | [
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"content": "> content: cuckoldry, Master/slave, rampant unmitigated ass fucking, bi guys \n\nI loved my master. Mark was my dream, my soulmate. He was just the right amount of masculine dashed into a boiling pot of sexy. His short trim of facial beard gave him a rugged style, but when he smiled, he smiled so wide and gentle there was no denying him. \n\nAnd it wasn’t just his looks that were adorable but his attitude was as well. Puppies weren’t as cute as he could be when he wanted to, and he was smooth enough to be in beer commercials. He probably is, I just didn’t ask. Receptive? Definitely. He didn’t even question me when I dedicated my life to him, and I’m not talking about marriage, I’m talking about when I offered myself to be collared. I’m still wearing that silver loop around my neck, the golden lock at the front having never been removed. \n\nI worship the ground he walks upon, literally. I bless his shoes every day, so that every step he takes is blessed by me. \nYes, I’m doing more than just licking his boots. I’m *blessing* his sole...s. Of course licking them is part of it. \n\nI took it all. I was kinky myself, for sure, but I couldn’t match up to him. Every time he wanted to try a new fetish, he always convinced me. Not just because I was a slave, and I cannot resist an order, but also because I trusted him with my life. He would never hurt me, at least, not hurt me more than I could take. Did he want to lock me up in a cage? Yes, I slept the night in one for him, under his bed. Did he want to put a vibrator in me and tease me all day with a remote? I almost came when he told me, and I almost came a dozen times when he brought me to the edge, just to pull me back down into a simmering heat. Was I a slutty slave who as always open to him? None of my holes were ever closed. He could pull me aside, and he could fuck me in my pussy, in my ass, and I’d worship him with my mouth until he fell asleep. He was really the perfect master I could ever want, and kinkier then I could ever be. \n\nI guess my image of a perfect master kind of caused me to overlook all the signs that he had a long distance boyfriend. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to the subtext, like when I’d drop the dishwashing soap and he’d make some corny joke about doin it himself all the time. Or maybe the subtext I missed when we were watching a film about gay cowboys together, and he’d make references to how his own life was eerily similar. I could recall that point when we were starting out when he showed me the Snapchat of a college buddy and he told me, “Yeah, John’s a great fuckbuddy and he really knows how I like it up my ass. I'd totally let him dick me down again if I ever had a chance.”\n\nReally, I just couldn’t see where those signs came from. Maybe Mark had made them too obvious. I could see that John came from fucking my master’s ass, bottoming out in him in a duo of pleasure as I watched from the doorway, dressed in my business clothes. \n\n“Oh, you must be Angela. Mark told me all about you, and I’m sure he told you all about me. It’s great to finally meet you.” He raised his left hand towards the doorway, expecting a handshake. His other hand rubbed Master’s right asscheek, before giving a quick slap to it, causing a wave of flesh.\n\nI nervously walk into the bedroom, seeing Master’s blissful expression as he drooled onto the sheets. That was the same kind of expression that I had when I was well fucked, and it was hard to look away from his mouth, slightly ajar and letting out a satisfied moan. I remembered my manners though, and I strolled over in my pantsuit to shake his offered hand, trying not to look at John’s dick as he slid it out and laid it to rest on Master’s ass cleavage, a thin trickle of cum leaking out. \n\nWhat is that, 8 inches? Master’s just a regular 6... \n\nI remembered my manners and looked back up at John. He was as handsome as Mark. Similar chin, but clean shaven, and a lot more muscular. \n\n“I-it’s good to meat you, John. Mark has certainly told you about me.” What *was* the last thing Mark said about John? Did he say it during that time when I came back from work, and while I was changing to my maid costume, Mark announced m, “John is coming over next week. He’s my daddy dom, and I want you to give him as much respect as you give me, is that clear, slave?”\n\nWas this what he meant by that? It sounds obvious in retrospect, but I was pretty clueless over the last week, not that I gave it much thought. \n\nMaster Mark took that moment to prop himself back up on the bed, and looked over at me. “Angela, just because I’m getting fucked by my daddy doesn’t mean you can ignore all our protocols. Down on your knees, and refer to me properly.” \n\nRemembering my place, I drop down at the side of the bed, my face besides the two men’s tight asses. “Sorry, Master, this slave will know her place.” \n\nJohn chuckled. “Oh, come on, Mark. Give her some slack, we’re supposed to be having a happy day toghether.” He picked him Master’s chin in his palm, and gently bounced Mark’s cheek with his other hand. “And since you’re my slave, I don’t think that gives you any right to act so high and mighty.” John looked back at me, and let go of Mark to stand back up straight to look down at me. “Sorry about... this. I was planning on fucking Mark later, after you got back, but he couldn’t resist! Just wanted a cock in his ass so bad, he stripped down and dragged his daddy by the belt. Isn’t that right, slave?”\n\n“Yes daddy. Slave, you’ll be Master John’s slave for the day. Treat him like you’d treat me, and obey him. I trust him completely, and you should too.” \n\nI looked between the two. Mark’s ass, and my temporary master’s body, from the underside of his cock to his face. “Yes, Mark, I understand. Is there anything you’d like me to do, Master?”\n\nHe grinned, and raised my chin to look deeper into my eyes, examining me. “Well, how about you take off your clothes for a start. Let’s not make a mess out of them, and bring me a crop so I can slap this slave’s ass while I fuck him some more.” \n\n“Yes, Master.” I stood up and unbuttoned my shirt without hesitation, letting it fall to a pile with my blazer and then my pantsuit. I was a bit nervous about stripping in front of John, but if Master Mark trusted him this much, I could too. \n\nI finished undressing by sliding my panties off, and tossing them into the same pile. The crop I picked up from the toy cabinet went in between my teeth. The two men, Master and slave, looked appreciatively. I guess they were both Bi. That part was pretty obvious now. \n\nMaster let slave mark stay bent over the bed while he turned to face me, pushing down on my shoulders with a firm grip until I was facing him again, his half-erect cock now in front of me as he took the crop from my mouth. I licked my lips in anticipation while Master gave his commands. “Worship my cock, but don’t suck me hard. Your mouth is an appetizer, but the main course will always be my pretty little Mark’s ass.\n\nI nodded, and leaned forward to lick at John’s cock. I tasted his cum, and the taste of lube mixed together. Slightly bitter, with muted sweetness, and I dedicated myself to cleaning him up, from base to tip, I leaned forward until his balls were resting on my chin, and I leaned back until his red cockhead was on my lips. I raised myself slightly, taking the tip into my mouth, and sucking gently. \n\nMark piped up, pleading for attention. “Please, daddy. Your slut wants a cock in his ass again. I’m too much of a buttslut, and I missed you.” \n\nMaster John chuckled as he placed his fingers on the back of my head, and slowly pulled my wad in a few inches, before slowly moving his hand off to let me off his cock with a gasp. “Oh, I bet you had enough pussy to satisfy your dick for these last few years, but we all know that you’re a buttslut deep inside. Do you think that Mark is a giant butt slut, Angela?” \n\nThere wasn’t any denying that. “Oh definitely, Master. I think I’ll try to see if he wants me to worship his ass any more.” \n\nJohn laughed. “Oh, you’ll have my permission to fuck his ass too soon. If you have a strap on, go fetch it. And bring some extra lube while you’re at it.” \n\nI lifted myself off my knees, and walked over to the play cabinet, digging around for that seldom used strap on as Slave Mark begged and moaned. “Aah! I’m sorry about not being clearer with my butt addiction! I just, Ah! Love big meat down there, and I’ve been using some of your buttplugs to keep myself ready. Give it to me, daddy! Ugh! Mmm! Thank you for cropping me, Master! Please give me more!\n\nI couldn’t even feel that he had betrayed me, like this was such a natural extension of the dominant master that I had come to love, and that wouldn’t stop after this. I resolved to worship him even more after this. After all, I could worship his ass, his asshole, and his prostate too. The latter seemed to be a fairly fun thing to do. I pulled out the strap on, 8 inches, mean and black, with a shorter insert just for me. Definitely going to worship his prostate after this, if he would ask, of course. I was pretty sure he wouldn’t say no."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The seduction roll was a joke...but it was also a critical hit. | [
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"content": "\"I roll to seduce the gelatinous cube!\" Everyone laughs at Jeremy's joke, but his D20 slips out of his hand and clatters across the table. The table goes dead silent as the polyhedron comes to a rest on a natural twenty. Jeremy turns to look at David, the DM, dread in his eyes. David's rules were if it rolled, then it happened.\n\nSusan speaks up, \"I'm sure he was just joking, David. It's an ooze, nobody would...\" She trails off as David stands up, which usually means he's about to start on something big. Across the table, Jeremy starts to sweat. \n\n\"You know the rules, Jeremy. You can joke all you want, but you can't unroll the dice. You gotta play what you roll,\" David explains in a calm, but stern voice. On his left, a tear streaks down Ben's face. He lost his last character to a stray dice roll, accidentally sending his poor halfling off a cliff. David continues, \"Please, tell me what you say to seduce the ooze.\"\n\nJeremy looks at Susan and then Ben, but he finds no argument from them. They know you can't argue with David. Sighing, Jeremy thinks for a moment and then mumbles something. \n\n\"You'll need to speak up, what does Roderick the half elf say?\" David prods.\n\nClearing his throat, Jeremy speaks a bit louder, \"I uh... Roderick says, 'You must be trying to melt my heart because your angles are all right...'\"\n\nSusan snorts a bit at the absurdity of it, but quickly goes silent again when Jeremy glares at her. David checks his notes then says, \"I'm afraid the cube just wants to be friends.\" \n\nCaught a little off guard, Jeremy comes back with an annoyed tone. \"What?! I know I didn't actually want to do it, but I rolled a nat twenty! That's an automatic success!\"\n\nDavid shakes his head, \"No, it says very clearly in the book that a natural twenty is only a success on 'to hit' rolls. Skill checks don't count.\"\n\n\"Wha...\" Jeremy pulls out the players handbook, but eventually finds David to be correct. Annoyance clearly on his face, Jeremy points at his character sheet, \"Fine! Even then, I have a plus seven to my persuasion. There's no way a gelatinous cube can beat a twenty seven.\"\n\nDavid is not phased and states in a matter of fact time, \"It doesn't need to roll because it's a gelatinous cube. Last I checked, cubes are platonic solids.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The good thing about a bureaucrat orgy is you can tell exactly what happened by reading the perfectly organised paperwork | [
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"content": "## MINUTES OF THE TOWNSHIP OF BELLHOP FALLS ORGY\n\nDATED: September 21, 2019\n\nVENUE: Township Hall, Room B\n\nATTENDEES:\n\n&#x200B;\n\n|C. Boffer |R. Remmel |\n|:-|:-|\n|P. Hardy |F. Fishman |\n|V. Hardy | R. Fishman |\n|Pipefitters Local 43023-A |Lubrihol, LLC |\n\n&#x200B;\n\nA. CALL TO ORDER\n\n1. 19:30 C. Boffer initiated the call to order to begin the session.\n2. 19:35 R. Remmel completed the roll call, then, per policy, locked the doors.\n3. 19:36 P. Hardy read the minutes from the orgy, dated September 14, 2019.\n4. 19:40 R. Remmel motioned to accept the minutes, F. Fishman seconded.\n\nB. THEME SELECTION\n\n1. 19:42 V. Hardy pulled the theme card from the fishbowl and declared the theme to be 'Pegging.'\n2. 19:43 C. Boffer motioned to accept the theme, V. Hardy seconded.\n\nC. GUESTS INITIATION\n\n1. 19:45 G. Reese from Lubrihol, LLC introduced herself to the council and attendees. Her company produces an ATC-reviewed lubricant that is also 80-proof and completely potable. She presented a sample case with a variety of flavors: Wintergreen Mint, Limoncello, and Pina Colada. R. Remmel recognized her company for its continued business in the township and for Ms. Reese's ample breasts.\n 1. Ms. Reese opened her blouse and allowed him to \"give them a squeeze.\"\n 2. R. Fishman suckled on her nipples until Ms. Reese moaned with delight.\n 3. C. Boffer motioned to continue the agenda, but P. Hardy yielded his time to allow R. Fishman to \"motorboat those titties\" until completion. V. Hardy seconded.\n 4. Ms. Reese was entered into the town sex log.\n2. 20:05 Representatives from Pipefitters Local 43023-A, introduced themselves to the council. Ten men and women of various body types acknowledged their consent to participate in the orgy, and were entered into the town sex log.\n\nD. MOOD SETTING\n\n1. 20:10 R. Fishman dimmed the lights and lit the communal hookah. Guests were invited to meet the council individually to understand each others' limits.\n2. 20:10 R. Remmel and Pipefitters laid the council cushions on the floor.\n3. 20:15 F. Fishman unlocked the \"Toy Closet\" and provided harnesses, strap-on dildos, cordless and corded vibrators.\n\nE. FOREPLAY\n\n1. 20:20 Attendees began to fondle each other in the corners and cushions of the room. C. Boffer fingered V. Hardy and a Pipefitter while they traded wet kisses. R. Remmel held Ms. Reese from behind and twisted her nipples, pushing his hard cock between her ass cheeks.\n2. 20:30 V. Hardy motioned for complete nudity, F. Fishman seconded.\n\nF. PENETRATION\n\n1. 20:35 Men were fashioned with ball gags and cock cages, then chained to the floor.\n2. 20:40 V. Hardy wore a fantasy \"dragon\"-inspired strap on and stood behind her husband. She drank half a vial of Lubrihol and poured the remainder on her toy and her P. Hardy's ass. She slid into him, parting his asshole around the ridged, reptilian toy. She held his hips and spanked his ass as she fucked him until his cum leaked on the floor.\n 1. V. Hardy motioned to have C. Boffer ungagged, and commanded to \"lick his cum off the ground.\" C. Boffer seconded.\n3. 21:00 The women of the Pipefitters Local 43023-A fucked each other with the publicly-owned phalluses to mutual completion. They turned to their men and spit-roasted them with their strap-on dildos, noting their \"small cocks\" and face fucking them to tears.\n4. 21:15 Partners were encouraged to switch with other groups and re-engage in sexual congress.\n5. 22:00 C. Boffer, covered in cum and lube, motioned to recess. F. Fishman seconded.\n\nG. AFTERCARE\n\n1. 22:05 Attendees were given access to the town showers.\n2. 22:10 The male Pipefitters were given blow jobs by their female peers for their service.\n3. 22:20 Partners were encouraged to discuss what they enjoyed, what they tolerated, and what they would prefer to avoid in the future.\n4. 22:45 C. Boffer motioned to close the orgy, V. Hardy seconded.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The problem with doing your makeup in a free use office. | [
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"content": "Cassidy had taken her time putting her makeup on in the morning. She didn't usually do this nowadays, and the other girls at the office would even poke fun at her when she did. Makeup didn't tend to last long at this job after all. Still, there was an important board meeting today, and the blond haired cutie wasn't going to miss her chance to impress.\n\nShe was going to leave everyone in the room speechless with her presentation, and this was going to be the day where she finally started to climb the ladder for once. At least the free use rules wouldn't apply once the eager young worker finally got her big break. She only had to keep her black mascara looking perfect until the early afternoon. Unfortunately, that plan had gone south about five minutes into the workday.\n\n\"Oh come on!\" Cassidy complained loudly as another torrent of gooey cream coated her face. She wiped off enough of the thick jizz so she could see before glaring at the man in front of her. \"Frank you asshole! I told you to let me swallow, not to paint me like a damn clown!\"\n\nFrank just chuckled as he zipped up his pants and walked back over to his cubicle. Cassidy just grumbled to herself while she cleaned the rest of the cum off her previously perfect face. She pulled out her mirror from her pocket as she started to carefully wipe the thick batter off her skin. It was actually pretty amazing; every man who had come to be serviced had wanted a blowjob, and they had all ignored her completely when she said she wanted to swallow every drop. Yet somehow, her makeup was still salvageable. Her mascara barely even touched, and her pink glossy lipstick was still perfect. No one had even tried to cum in her blonde hair to try to piss her off like they normally did.\n\n\"Hey sugartits! Guess who needs drained?\" Just the sound of that voice made Cassidy's day go from 'I love my job' to 'I should've kept my job as a stripper' in seconds. The annoying voice came from Cain, one of the biggest pricks in the office, in more ways than one. He was looking for a promotion as well, but since Cassidy had been almost doubling his sales, he knew his chances weren't very good. And he always decided to make her life miserable because of it.\n\n\"Cain, listen to me,\" Cassidy begged him as he walked over to her work space. She stopped to stare for a second despite herself when he quickly unzipped his pants and fished out that nice fat piece of meat, but she shook her head to snap out of it. \"Cain, you know how important the meeting is today for me. Just cum in my pussy instead! As much as you want, no condom. Get me pregnant or whatever, just don't fuck my fa..mmrrph!\"\n\nCassidy had never hated anyone more than she hated Cain in that moment. She gave him two nice middlefingers and an attempt at a \"Fuck you!\" around the massive girth in her mouth, but that didn't seem to deter the horny man. He just kept sliding on down her throat, going all the way until her lips were wrapped around the base of his meat.\n\nTo her credit, Cassidy was able to hold back from gagging despite how absurdly big the dick was. She was able to at least until he started moving his hips. The young blonde made a valiant effort, but eventually her eyes started to tear up, and the sound of her gagging began to fill the office.\n\nOf course, this was just the usual morning background noise. No one even looked up from their monitors while a fellow employee was having her throat ravaged close by. It was just part of the job description after all.\n\n\"Wait is something wrong?\" Cain asked with mock concern, pulling his cock all the way out past her lips with a loud *smack*. Cassidy caught her breath for a second and swallowed the precum already pooling up in her mouth. \n\n\"No shit there's something wrong! You know how important this presentation is, and you still want to be a stupid fuck and...oh come on!\" Cassidy managed to barely get out this last complaint before Cain resumed the siege of her mouth. Wet, sloppy slurps were all the conversation that followed, interrupted by a few gags here and there. Cassidy could already feel the mascara beginning to run down cheeks as the rough treatment continued.\n\nLuckily, Cain didn't seem like he wanted to drag this on too much longer. With a loud grunt, he finally pulled his cock out, despite Cassidy trying her best to milk him dry before he got that far. Cain had excellent aim; he made sure he gave her an even glaze all across her face. And he had plenty of material to work with; it seemed like he always came several times more than his coworkers. By the time he was finished, Cassidy was almost unrecognizable, and Cain just laughed as he wiped his cock off on her.\n\nWith a sputter and another quick swallow, Cassidy went right back to her insults, not even bothering to wipe the cum off her eyes. \"You dumb motherfucking ape! I'm gonna get that promotion, and then you're gonna suck it! How's that sound you braindead cocksucking son of a...Mr. Mann?\"\n\nCassidy had finally got around to wiping the jizz away from her eyes, and she looked up to see her manager staring at her wide-eyed. Cain was nowhere in sight. Mr. Mann looked at her with one eyebrow raised before finally speaking, \"Care to explain all that inappropriate language Miss Hogan?\"\n\n\"Um, I'm so sorry sir, I wasn't talking to you! I'm just so nervous about the presentation, and I really want that promotion! I'm sorry for my language!\" Cassidy looked up at him with a nervous smile before he just laughed a little bit himself.\n\n\"I'm just messing with you!\" Mr. Mann chuckled a bit more, and Cassidy relaxed. \"Don't worry about today's presentation. I think you'll do just fine!\" \n\nCassidy gave him a wide grin in return, and she found herself staring at the growing bulge in his pants. With one hand already starting to massage his growing member, she began to unzip her manager's pants, flashing him a quick wink as she did so. Maybe makeup wasn't that important after all."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She thought people called her headlights because of her magical glowing eyes. She just found out she was wrong... | [
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"content": "“So, all this time they’ve been...”\n\n“Yep.”\n\n“They haven’t been talking about...”\n\n“Nope.”\n\nLuz pouted, sitting back on her bed against the wall of her dorm. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she crossed her arms in front of them, hugging herself into a ball.\n\n“Well, that’s fucking rude...”\n\nSince she’d started college, Luz had always seemed to be popular. She was a bubbly social butterfly by nature, and had no trouble making friends. She’d been positively ecstatic when people’d started addressing her with an *endearing nickname*... and pleasantly shocked when people she hadn’t even properly met started calling her by it.\n\nBenji had just spoiled that naive perception for her.\n\nBenji was twenty - a year older than Luz - but had spent a while at a junior college before transferring to university. She and he had met in their first class, last semester, and immediately hit it off, despite some glaringly obvious aesthetic differences.\n\n“Watch your language,” Benji mocked, reclining into Luz’ pillows, stretched out perpendicular to her on the bed. “What would your mother say if she heard you taking like that?”\n\nLuz reached out, playfully smacking him on the shoulder.\n\nHe flashed her a laughing grin and wriggled in place, making himself more comfortable on the bed. Benji had an almost stereotypical “bad-boy” atmosphere clinging to him. A half-feigned conceit and disregard for authority paired well with his choice in clothing; baggy jeans, dark tee-shirts, hoodies...\n\nYet, he wasn’t quite as anarchistic as he made himself out to be, nor was his pride altogether legitimate. He was confident and rebellious, but not actively belligerent or rude towards others... Something Luz saw, even if some of her other friends did not.\n\n“Fuck what she thinks,” Luz giggled, reflexively covering her own mouth. “She’s a thousand miles away.”\n\nLuz was an orange to Benji’s apple. Raised in a rather strongly - yet not oppressively - religious household, Luz most certainly fell into the “good-girl” archetype. Polite, respectful, but cheery and outgoing, her choices in sweaters and leggings seemed to suit her character well... She’d come a bit out of her shell - enough to openly curse without much fear of reprisal - since starting university, but her style still didn’t exactly mesh with her boyfriend’s.\n\n“That’s the spirit, *Headlights*!” Benji chuckled. \n\nLuz furrowed her eyebrows at him.\n\n“Don’t call me that!”\n\n“Ten minutes ago, you were perfectly fine with that nickname.”\n\n“Ten minutes ago, I didn’t know people were talking about my *breasts* when they call me that!”\n\nBenji gave her a cockeyed grin.\n\n“You never heard that euphemism before?” He asked.\n\n“I was raised in a churchgoing family, Ben. There are *a lot* of euphemism I hadn’t heard before.”\n\n“Still, you never noticed other guys eyeing you up?”\n\n“Sure...” Luz responded, slowly. “But I didn’t think that had anything to do with the nickname.”\n\n“They were staring at your tits, and you didn’t realize they were giving you a nickname based on your tits?”\n\n“No!”\n\n“*WHOOSH!*” Benji mocked, passing his hand over his head, arcing into the pillow.\n\n“Hey, don’t make fun of me!” Luz protested. “How was I supposed to know that’s what they were talking about!?”\n\n“How could you not!?”\n\n“Because when your eyes are *literally glowing*, you assume a nickname like *Headlights* has something to do with that!”\n\nBenji laughed. \n\n“I hate to break it to you, babe,” He finally got out. “But, as pretty as those eyes are, they don’t exactly have the same attention-grabbing power as those big boobs...”\n\n“Really, Benji?” Luz questioned, her tone sinking a great deal.\n\n“What?”\n\n“You’re really gonna sit here and tell me my eyes don’t get your attention?”\n\n“Hey,” He attempted in defense. “Most guys are simple. We like boobs; boobs are sexy.”\n\n“My eyes aren’t sexy?... Tell you what...” She interrupted, putting a hand on Benji’s chest as he tried to sit up to argue.\n\nAs gracefully as she could, Luz shimmied off of her bed, over Benji. She was a tall woman - almost six feet - and a fit shape; not exactly thin, but certainly not excessive. Dark-blonde hair flowed well past he shoulders, and a deeply tanned Latin complexion shone like copper in the room’s warm overhead lights.\n\nBenji watched as she strutted across the room, obviously putting on a bit of a show.\n\n“I’ll let you decide which you like better...” Luz spoke up as she reached the far wall. “My breasts...”\n\nEach of her hands came to its opposite hip, fingertips digging at the thick, pumpkin-colored fabric, and lifting, peeling the heavy sweater up, over, and off her torso. Without turning, Luz flung the article behind her, leaving Benji to gawk at her bare back and shoulders.\n\n“Luz...” He tried.\n\nShe turned back to face him, a pair of quite large yet evidently very firm breasts jiggling with the movement of her body, and raised her hand to the light switch.\n\n“Or my eyes...”\n\nThere was a sudden click, and Benji’s first glimpse of his girlfriend’s breasts disappeared into the near complete darkness of the windowless room.\n\nYet, there was still light...\n\nLuz’ eyes did, indeed, glow. The effect could always be seen, but, in the dimness of the room, it was enhanced. \n\nWarm, honey-colored light flourished at the woman’s eye level. The glow lit up the rough shape of a mask on Luz’ face, illuminating her eyes, the underside of her brow, the sides of the bridge of her nose, and the tops of her cheekbones.\n\nBenji gawked, silently.\n\nLuz began to strut back to the bed.\n\n“Well, Benji?” Luz’ voice asked, the glowing golden eyes getting closer. “Did you like what you saw?”\n\n“Luz...”\n\n“Did my *boobs* grab your attention?”\n\nA footstep on a creaky floorboard sent a shiver down his spine as the eyes got closer.\n\n“Did you like my *boobs*?”\n\n“Y-Yeah...”\n\n“You don’t sound so sure, Benji...”\n\nThe eyes were just above him, now. He felt the mattress depress aside from him as more weight was rested on its edge. The springs creaked as Luz got back into bed... But...\n\n“What’s the matter?” Luz asked. “Didn’t you think my *boobs* looked sexy?”\n\n“Luz...” Benji struggled. “What are you...”\n\nHe felt weight press down on his legs in the dark, and could gather that Luz was at the foot of the bed. He was quite a bit shorter than her, and she seemed to want to be right above his... Oh...\n\n“Hmm...” She cooed, a cheekbone rising up into the glow, making it clear Luz was smiling. “Looks like my *boobs* did get you kinda *excited*...”\n\nBenji tensed as he felt a hand cup his crotch... Then squeeze, gently, feeling him up. Still, he sat, paralyzed, staring right into the golden, glowing eyes that hovered above him in the dark.\n\n“Luz...”\n\n“Here...” She ignored him. “Maybe I should help with that...”\n\nA belt clinked as it was undone, whirred as it was pulled free of its loops, and clattered as it was tossed aside, somewhere.\n\nA button popped through denim, a zipper purred as it was dragged open, tantalizingly slowly, and Benji shivered, still stuck in place, as he felt fingertips on his hip, plucking at the elastic waistband of his boxers...\n\nWhere in the fuck had *this* come from? Luz had been shaking with nerves the first time he’d kissed her, and, in six and a half months together, they’d yet to become more *intimate* than that...\n\nYet, there she was, now, topless in the dark, almost straddling him, speaking in one of the most seductive tones he’d ever heard, dragging his pants off inch by inch...\n\n“Oh...” \n\nThe elastic bit into Benji’s skin, Luz having stretched it, dragged it to just above the base of his now fully attentive manhood.\n\n“Oh, I’m sorry, Benji...” She said in a clearly sarcastic tone. “I bet you want to *see* my *boobs* while I do this...”\n\nHe felt her hands slip away from his body. Her eyes rose through the dark... She must’ve been sat upright... \n\n“Let me just get up and turn the light back on...” She said, her weight shifting.\n\n“Luz...” Benji repeated again. “Luz, wait...”\n\n“Hmm?” She purred, those warm eyes looking right down into his. “What’s wrong?”\n\n“Luz... Your eyes...”\n\n“Oh, my *eyes*?” She mocked. “My eyes can’t be as *attention grabbing* as my boobs, can they? Here, let me get up and turn on the light so they don’t distract you from my *bo*-“\n\n“No!” Benji shouted, a bit louder than the walls of the room could reasonably muffle. “Luz!”\n\n“What? Don’t you wanna see my *boobs*...”\n\n“Luz, your eyes are fucking beautiful...”\n\n“But not as beautiful as my *boobs*, right?”\n\n“Okay, I get the fucking point, *Headlights*!” Benji finally conceded. “I’m sorry I said that your eyes weren’t sexy... Holy fuck was I wrong about that...”\n\n“Yeah?” She asked, the eyes in question lowering again. “Keep talking.”\n\n“Luz... I don’t know where any of this came from, but seeing those glowing eyes stare up at me while you pulled my jeans off my hips was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever -“\n\nHe stopped short as, with a sudden jerk, his pants were around his knees. He throbbed into open darkness, but felt warm breath tickle his exposed manhood as it wavered in front of the golden glow.\n\n“Go on...”\n\n“Luz...” He grit his teeth in suspense. “Holy fuck, Luz, your eyes are so goddamn se- OH!”\n\nThe warmth Benji felt on his cock deepened, softened, and grew damp as a pair of lips sealed around its tip and slowly, slowly began to travel southward, a tongue swirling around his girth as a pair of honey-colored, glowing blowjob eyes trained on his face through the dark...\n\n(Happy Cake Day! Hope you enjoy!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Sexuality is not only not a taboo in this society, it is a conerstone. (Similarly to how media and entertainment is in ours) Fucking you coworker's ass? A kind gesture. A politcal candidate giving out blowjobs? A great marketing strategy. Having sex in the movie theatre? Just a little obnoxious. | [
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"content": "Lead up ended up being very long so go to the \\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~ for the sweaty bit. Feedback is appreciated.\n\n&#x200B;\n\nNaomi leant on the counter, carefully applying lipstick in a small pocket mirror. It was three O'Cock so other than the French-speaking tourists chatting loudly in the booth by the window and the sounds of a squad of crackheads doing one of their kung-fu cult rituals out back, work was dead. \n\nThen, the door chimed and she dropped her mirror, stashing the lipstick and snatching up a pair of menus. She hadn't seen the patrons approach but by the time they made it to her she was out in front of the counter, beaming with a smile as fake as jet trails, just a tiny bit of smudged red lipstick in her waitress' uniform. \"Hi,How are ya?\"\n\nShe'd been given a few slow shifts, and not enough of them, meaning she really had to work for those tips. She might have been local, but she was mostly paying her own way through college and that meant full service. \"Welcome to- Oh hi mister Kenshaw!\" \n\nNaomi more or less dropped the commercial façade once she saw who it was. Richard Kenshaw was her dad's old dentist and a longtime family friend. He'd been around a lot as she was growing up. Now he was probably in his mid fifties, hair mostly grey and though not nearly the size of some of the borderline obese older men that frequented the restaurant, he was definitely beyond his prime. With him was his own daughter, Kenzie who, though two years older than Naomi, still acted like a moody teenager. Kenzie wore her dark brown hair in a bun, denim shorts and a black tank top. Bitch.\n\n\"Heya Kenzie!\" Kenzie scowled. \n\n\"Since when are you working here little miss Sellick?\" Richard was his usual friendly self in contrast to his daughter. \"Oh, ya know. College. I need the extra cash.\" \"Well great, the uniform looks wonderful on you. Can't believe you're all grown up.\" \nWhat they saw was Naomi Sellick, not long out of high school, her long, dark blond hair currently hanging loose over her shoulders. She had a few freckles and dimples that remained even after she'd gotten rid of the fake smile. She was a little taller than average, or at least seemed that way with the heels she had to wear as part of the uniform and had nice long legs and a slim waist. A lot more of those fine legs were on display in the short pleated skirt of her uniform, which was mostly yellow with a little white apron on the front which was entirely for show. The little apron didn't even cover the top half of the uniform, where Naomi had the first three buttons undone, fully conscious that this allowed a decent view of her deceptively innocent white lace bra whenever she leant over the tables to collect or drop off plates and menus, refill drinks or give the bill. As she'd said, tips were important. \n\nShe showed them to their table after the usual niceties and they ordered quickly. Once she tottered over with the tray and offloaded it in front of them she took a step back and held the tray flat against her chest, exposing the small padded leather cushion on the underside. She felt just a tiny bit awkward asking an older man she'd known for so long but she could see Gustave, the owner staring her down from the kitchen. He really forced them to go the extra mile.\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~ \n\"Will you, uh be wanting any under the table service today sir?\" the cute college student chirped. \"Oh that's right. I suppose you're of legal age now, aren't ya little miss?\" \"Yessir! For three whole months now!\" \"Well then I suppose since you don't seem too busy... sure. That sounds lovely. Make room for Naomi there Kenzie.\" Kenzie looked disbelievingly at her father as Naomi set the padded tray on the floor under their table, straightening again to tie her hair back. \"Won't be a moment mister Kenshaw.\" \"Seriously Dad? I'm right here.\" \"Oh be quiet. I always tip 'em well. Especially seeing as it's Michael's girl.\" Naomi ducked under the table. It was deliberately made so all necessary support came from the dividing wall that separated their row of booths form the next, so there were no table legs in her way as she began to undo the man's belt and unzip his jeans. Kenzie shuffled over so her legs weren't touching either of them. \n\n\"I can't believe you're doing this right now. Can you seriously not do this when you're not with me?\" \"Don't mind her Naomi. You work away and ignore us. I'll let you know when I'm about to finish. now let's see if you've inherited more than those pretty green eyes form your mother.\"\n\n\"I'll try my best sir! Just tap me on the head when you're close!\" \nWith that, she went down. He was already a little excited from having his best friend's young daughter proposition him while dressed like she was in a high end porno so getting him fully hard was no issue. A few quick tugs with soft hands and taking the head once or twice got him up. now the real work began. \n\nHer soft red lips slid over the shaft. A little apprehensively a first, but she quickly got her groove, pumping rhythmically and bobbing her pretty blonde head as the two had their lunch above her. A few stands of hair came loose and settled over her face as she began to really work it but they didn't really get in her way so she left them, only coming up for air every few seconds with a slight slobbering noise and the occasional bit of spitting to remind Kenzie of what was happening under the table. She was happy to suck off Rick, she'd always known him to be a nice guy. But his daughter was a real piece of work and Naomi wasn't going to go out of her way to make her feel comfortable.\n\nShe kept at it for a while, taking his five or so inches again and again. Making no rookie mistakes, she kept the teeth clear and glanced up to see if she should be maintaining eye contact. For the most part he would just casually chat with Kenzie and only look down every minute or two to see if she was doing okay. After a while she decided to try hold her breath for a bit and go to the base. For what felt like an eternity she held herself down, her node pressed against his groin and the hot member filling her throat all the way back. She fought her gag reflex and tried to squeeze out a tear or two to make her eyeliner run a little. It was always good to make them think you worked a little harder than you did. When she couldn't take it any more, she let the pulsing cock slide out and gasped for air inches form the tip, thick strings of spittle still linking her to it. \n\nthen it was right back to work and pretty soon she felt his legs begin to tense up, followed by a gentle tap on the head. The waitress started slurping more vigorously, determined to finish strong as her father's friend placed a heavy hand on her crown. Professionalism and a little bit of competitiveness instilled in her by Rick's earlier comment about her mother motivated her to hold her breath a little longer as she worked his dick. Eager to please, she finally pushed him over the edge and kept her bright red lips sealed around his slick cock, shaft still covered in saliva, as he released his load into her waiting eighteen year old mouth.\n\n She took it all and once he was done, she got out form under the table and leaned in, as if she was going for a kiss. She stopped and extended her tongue, careful not to spill any as she showed off the spunk she'd taken before straightening again and audibly swallowing. More than a little disgusted by this sight Kenzie put her head in her hands. \"Can we just get the bill now?\" \"It does seem to be about that time, thanks for the lovely meal Naomi and of course the rest.\" S she collected their plates he reached one big hand up her skirt and had a quick squeeze of the pert ass it hid. \"Any time mister Kenshaw. Do come again.\" She winked a bleary eye as she turned, returning shortly with the bill for the meal. \n\n As he handed the paid check back to her he slipped her an additional twenty. Even with full service, this was a pretty sizeable tip. \"Now don't go telling your daddy I gave you that y'here? He'll say that I'm spoiling ya, most I ever seen him give a server is five twenty exactly.\" She raised a finger to her slick lips conspiratorially before thanking him profusely. \"Don't you worry about it.\" was his reply as he got up and put on his jacket, his daughter waiting impatiently. \"You deserve it. To tell you the truth...\" He nodded to Kenzie. \"Out of all her friends I'd say you're definitely the best.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new policy of public humiliation by means of nude "walks of shame" has been implemented as punishment for certain criminal offenses | [
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"content": "The large, wooden pole carried by the guard pushed against the behind of the nude prisoner, preventing her from taking even a moment's stop on her walk.\n\nIt was deemed to be necessary for perverted crimes, that those who dared to commit them deserved a perverted punishment. Hilda was the latest to receive a sentencing of this means, a punishment of humiliation by revealing *all* of her to the town rather than a prison's segregation from society, where the criminal would be hidden away from view, as if to pretend they never existed. \n\nNo, this served to make sure everyone knew they existed. Every citizen was watching the latest convict march down the streets, bare of cloth and privacy. They would memorize the face first, knowing not to spend more time than necessary around the pools with them than necessary. Then their eyes would move downwards, sometimes in admiration, other times out of curiosity. Some would act under natural instinct and attempt to cover their bodies, but the iron cuffs and chains ensured that their hands stayed behind their back, at a position where nothing could be hidden.\n\nHilda hoped that those who looked were at least for admiration. She swore she could recognize some of these faces from the crowd, but no matter what they would certainly remember her. And more than that, her body. Yes, there would be no secrets hidden from any future date or one night stand. Each barefooted step along the concrete seemed to bring another pair of eyes to the viewing, another person who would spread the gossip to their friends, if she was hot, a cute face, a cute butt...\n\nShe would be the talk of the town. That brought a rosy red completely over her face, and the slightest hint of a smile. Hilda would walk for hours on end, until her feet grew sore and bruised, until every detail of her body was completely and utterly analyzed by at least one of the jury for her crime. Some people took to throwing things at her along her journey, tomatoes, pebbles, anything that could get a reaction out of the humiliated woman, for their own entertainment and sense of justice. Hilda would end her walk covered in a mixture of bruises and juices when the police finally took pity on her.\n\nThe chains came off then, but it was still on her to find her way home. And there would be no police to \"protect\" her, nor even a set of garments to regain the illusion of a hidden body. The comments would get worse, a whore, slut, all because she took a peek where she wasn't supposed to in a changing room. Brazen individuals would even take their hands to her body, groping and feeling, and at this point she hadn't the strength to push them away even if she wanted them to.\n\nThere was a sole, key question that remained in her head as she walked, among the excitement of the attention that she had been receiving. \n\nHow long should she wait, before committing another crime?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Scientists have figured out how to make perfect clones of people. What they didn’t realize, however, is that the human brain will automatically and immediately fall in love with (and want to have sex with) a perfect clone of themselves, because of the way mirror neurons work. | [
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"content": "I'd met Nicki a couple times before. She shared with me a lot of the same personality traits - quiet, awkward, reserved, but also analytical. It had taken us only a half and hour to come to an unspoken agreement. Of course, in the confines of MYLIN labs, nothing could be said. She understood, as I did going into the project, that I had essentially signed herself up to a life in study, to better our understanding of the human mind and body.\n\nAs more and more alternate-sex clones were made and tested, the government eventually cracked down on MYLIN and the other admittedly dubious research centers across the country. The clones were granted citizenship through some weird loopholes, and were considered twins to their progenitor. Now there's were the problems started.\n\nYou see, when you grow up with a sibling, you watch them grow up, and through both society and your own instincts, you usually don't find them attractive. In this case though, a female version of me had spontaneously entered existence. She shared my interests, she shared my dislikes, and most of all, she shared my *sex drive*. It was as if we had been made for each other. Which, of course, we had been.\n\nIntimacy was something I had always struggled with. I was afraid that I'd say, or do something wrong. With Nicki, I could do anything that was sexy to me, because I could be sure she would feel the same. It was almost masturbation, we were so in sync. Fucking each other, cumming, and wearing out all at the same time. Life was perfect for the both of us. At least, it was, until I got a knock at the door. It was another clone, another Nicki, and she knew what she wanted.\n\n-Im not the best at writing actual sex so I didn't try. Hope you enjoyed the story! Criticism appreciated."
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