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Write a story using this writing prompt: They swear they know each other from somewhere, but they can't quite remember. The back and forth exchange leads an eye opening look into the others lifestyle. | [
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"content": "It was bugging the shit out of him. She looked so familiar. Was it Kathrine? Kathy? Katie? Something with a K. He sat at the table in his favorite coffee shop looking at the raven-haired woman next in line. He took another sip and thumbed his tablet to the next article on the newspaper letting his thoughts trail back to what he was doing. \n\n“Excuse me,” the raven-haired woman tapping his shoulder asked, “Sorry to bother you but, have we met?” \n\n“Ohh, hey,” He put down the tablet and half got up out of his seat to reach out for a hand shake, “Michael.” \n\n“Monica” She shakes his hand and Michael mentally smacks himself for wondering why her name started with a K. “Ohh,” snapping her fingers after the shake, “I was way off. I swear I know you from somewhere” \n\n“That’s funny, I was thinking the same when you walked in.” The two exchanged a genuine smile with each other. Michael was beating his brain trying to figure out how he knew this woman. The name Monica didn’t ring a bell but her face looked familiar. Sort of. It both did and didn’t at the same time. An awkward moment between them passed. They both realized they were thinking the same thing and broke out in laughter. It barely got noticed by the rest of the customers in the loud and crowded café. \n\n“Wow, aren’t we a pair” Monica chimed, looking back at the pick-up counter to see if her order was up. \n\n“I know right? I’m usually so good with names and faces. I’m off my game this morning.” \n\n“Well the coffee hasn’t kicked in and I’m still waiting for my fix.” \n\n“Ahh, that’s probably it. What did you get if don’t mind me asking?” \n\n“Ohh, hmmm. I think it was the Carmel up-side down drizzle something something. Hahah I don’t remember. It was recommended on Yelp and it looked good.” \n\n“First time to Java Barn?” Michael picked up his own ceramic cup and looked back over his shoulder at the crowded pick up counter. “That Carmel up-side down something something is the house specialty. Takes forever to make. Have a seat as it might be a while” \n\n“Thanks,” Monica pulls back the chair across from him and slides into the seat while grimacing slightly. “Don’t mind if I do. Also, Yeah, first time here.” \n\n“You ok? Saw you wince just now.”\n\n“Huh? Ohh that? Hahaha, just a little sore is all.” \n\nMichael was sure that the face expression he saw on her came from when she sat down. That wasn’t a muscle or accident related injury. It was a surface-to-skin bruise kind of reaction. The kind he was familiar with in his extra circular activities. Bottom to dollar, that was a spanking related wince he had seen on her face a moment ago. \n\n“Sore huh?” He gave her a knowing smile and she returned it with a questioning one of her own. The moment was quick one. Passing as soon as it happened. They stared at each other for a few more moments until Monica snapped her fingers in recollection.\n\n“The Johnson’s Christmas party?” \n\n“Who?”\n\n“No? damn, I was sure that it. Argh! It’s driving me crazy where I know you from.” \n\nMichael only had a hunch. A thin one at that, but he was sure he met her some place with people standing around and watching others perform. Lots of noises, strange sounds coming from people interacting with others. “I don’t know any Johnson’s but a social gathering could be the key we need to figure this out.” \n\n“The coffee finally kicking that memory in gear I take it?” Monica’s gaze shot up to the counter “Ohh, I think that’s me” \n\nGetting up, she left her purse and keys on the seat of her chair to fight her way through the crowd. Michael watched her get up and eye her body up and down to see if he could see anything distinguishing about her. Nothing about her frame jogged a memory but her outgoing personality and spanking wince convinced him she was into the scene he was. Taking a few more sips of coffee, he let his eyes wander over to her purse. Typical woman’s handbag that looked like any other to him. Keys for a Lexus on a keychain with a few accessories attached to it. A miniature soccer ball, a black letter X, a black strap with faded letters of some company logo on it that was partially hidden from view. \n\nMichael’s eyes darted back to the black letter X and the dots on the interior lining he mistook for cheap plastic diamonds. They weren’t dots but miniature tiny silver links. It wasn’t an X but a tiny BDSM cross keychain. The kind you see in a sex dungeon. He was sure Monica was into the BDSM scene and that’s where he met her. \n\n“There we go,” sitting herself down after picking up her purse. She attempted to hide another grimace but now that Michael was looking for it, he saw it clearly. “Hope this is as good as the reviews say” taking the first sip. \n\n“I think I may have figured out where we know each other.”\n\n“Ohh! Do tell” biting back the newly burnt tongue. \n\n“If I was to say, ‘Rocco’s’. Would that ring a bell?” \n\n“Rock-o’s?” a puzzled expression came across her face. \n\n“No, hmm how about ‘Madam K’”\n\nMonica’s head tilted slightly and her eyes narrowed slightly, “Madam K’s?” She looked at the other table residences to the left and right of her who were completely oblivious to her existence. Despite the loud atmosphere, she kept her voice as low as possible. “I know of it.” \n\nA curious expression came over her face as a recollection that wasn’t quite there filled her thoughts. Michael smiled mischievously but kept his cool. “I think we may have met there.” Keeping his voice low for her sake. \n\n“Nooo, pretty sure we haven’t.” The puzzled expression still on her face. “Never been, just know of it” \n\n“Ohh. Well maybe another club of similar disposition?” \n\n“Possibly.” She sat back in her chair, cup still poised in hand and thinking hard. \n\n“How about Leather N Lace over on 17th street?” She shook her head “No, ok how about The Dungeon over next to Krazy Kate’s” \n\n“Ohh, Krazy Kate’s. Do you go there?” Finally hitting on common ground.\n\n“Kate’s? I haven’t been there in months but yes. I’ve been known to stop by now and then.” \n\nMonica’s smile was short lived as it turned to another furrowed brow. “Hmm, I only started going there since my friend got hired last month.” \n\n“Who’s your friend, maybe we know each other.” \n\n“Trent, he goes by Don Knots in the scene.”\n\n“Ohh shit,” struggling to keep his excitement down. They both looked around but the crowded café was going about their day per usual. “Ohh shit, you know Don? How is he. I haven’t seen his performance work in a year at least. Is he still doing the suspension shows?” \n\nHer laughter was kept low and her eyes wer telling him to keep the conversation more private, “Yeah, he’s still performing. Just at Krazy Kate’s now. Weekends mostly” \n\n“Are you one of his girls?”\n\n“Me? Hahah Noooo No No. Susp… I mean, that in-the-air stuff isn’t my thing.” \n\n“Ahh, are you the..” Michael imitates the universal spanking motion with his hand, “kind of girl then?” \n\nFlush with embarrassment, Monica looked around to see if anyone saw the gesture and brought the mug up to her face to take a taste. Hiding her face, she nodded at him with her eyes staring knowingly at his.\n\n“Hah, had you pegged as a sub,” Picking up his own cup and taking a sip of his own. \n\n“Switch actually,” giving him a quick wink as she took another swallow, “Also do a bit of pegging on the side too.” Give him a mischievous grin of her own."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A guy suddenly gains the ability to touch someone and see in detail the last time that person had sex. | [
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"content": "Bill read his news feed, filled with convention hall data and upcoming events. Las Vegas was never short of conferences but it was a pain to go to opposite ends of the Strip, and Bill was strategic. *Jackpot*, he thought to himself as he looked at the triple header at the MGM. He put on his charcoal suit and ID lanyard then hopped on the bus. He skipped the two smaller meetings, saving them as back-ups in case the Human Resource Generalists convention was a bust. Bill's first stop was the main hall marquee to look at the posted agenda. He didn't care about the \"Post-Millennial Hiring Best Practices\" or \"Twitter is Your HR Frenemy.\" He focused his attention on the one thing that all conferences had in common: the networking social hour. \n\nBill adjusted his generic name tag and entered the darkened ballroom filled with suits and stiffs, stuffing their faces with fried shrimp and mushrooms. He put on his biggest smile and approached the first cluster of people. \"Hi, I'm Bill,\" he said, extending his hand. \n\n\"James Porter, Darnermark Genesis,\" the large man next to him said. Of course the men shook his hand first. They were always the ones eager to measure up against a stranger. As they shook hands, the magic kicked in and Bill instantly knew James' last sexual encounter. It only took a moment to receive, but he saw and felt everything: the anticipation in the hotel room until someone knocked on the door, the two hookers, and the awkward threesome, followed by drunken regret. Bill spied James' wedding ring and let go as quickly as he could.\n\nA smartly dressed woman caught his eye. \"Hi, I'm Angela Piers,\" she said, reaching over. When he shook Angela's hand, his mind went black. In the darkness of her memory, he could only make out the rhythmic sound of her steady breathing, now echoing in his mind. There was a *whoosh* then a sting as something hit his flanks. He heard her gasp, sucking in air faster now. Another sharp spank on her unseen ass send waves of heat and pain rippling over his body. As the blows came faster, he could feel her twitch and clench with every strike, getting hotter and wetter, both of their minds, aching for relief. The torturous encounter seemed to last for hours until Bill opened his eyes and yelled, \"Pegasus!\"\n\nThe group looked at him with surprise as he composed himself. \"I... uh, I'm from Pegasus Northern, from Madison, Wisconsin.\" They resumed their conversations and paid him no mind. He slinked away, red-faced and looked for a dark corner. He thought he was safe until Angela found him.\n\n\"Who are you?\" she demanded. \"How did you know my safe word?\"\n\n\"I don't know what you're talking about,\" he said nervously.\n\n\"Who told you? Barry? That little shit can't keep his mouth shut. I guess it can't be helped.\" She looked around before sliding a hotel keycard over to him. \"Room 5050, tonight. Bring your own coconut oil.\"\n\n***\nI don't know where this one was going, so I thought I'd stop here."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: : Alice has gained the freshman 15... All to her breasts. | [
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"content": "Like many stories, novels, books and poems, this one is written about a girl...or is it because of a girl? I’m not sure. But I’m definite I will never forget the details of this trip, for it is burned into my brain, having left a brand behind.\n\n \n\nI’m not a good looking guy. I wasn’t back then either. Acne, Bacne, not tall (not short either mind you), skinnier than a starved toothpick and as flimsily built as a pair of chinese knockoff earphones. That summer I had let my hair grow out and had gotten a new pair of glasses, so I looked like I sound. A grade A loser...except that I didn’t even get good grades. Jesus...why am I typing this out?\n\n \n\nRight. Alice. That out-of-my-league line has been done to death. This girl was in another table of elements. If I was Hydrogen, she was Glorianum of the highest grade. An element that they’ll only discover in about 562 years, when guys like me won’t even have to deal with actual human girls, because robots...you get the point. If you’ve ever been in a comparable situation or know the kind of girl I speak of, then welcome to my hell. If you can’t, then let us just say that it’s not dissimilar to wanting to lick the surface of the sun.\n\n \n\nWe were in our final year and had planned a class trip to Tioman, an island off the coast of Malaysia. Our school was based in Asia, so we had great class trips with good food and cheap entertainment. Not that money really mattered, seeing as it was a private school. \n\n \n\nWhen we arrived at the island by ferry, I was quite blown away by how nice it was. Sure, I had seen my fair share of beaches, but this one, coupled with the feeling of almost being done with school and never having to deal with most of these pompous rich kids ever again, was something else. We settled in to our rooms in groups of 4. Because of a mix up in the room allotment, I got put into a room with Alice and she was legally required to be naked at all times...yeah, no. I was in a room with Hans, Mike and Nils. Nils was kind of my best friend, at the same time also my gateway to the “cool kids”. He hung out with me because he didn’t like the others very much I think and because we were into the same stuff. He’d ditch me in a heartbeat if he sniffed the chance at getting into a girl’s pants though. Like I said: kinda best friend.\n\n \n\n\nThere were hikes and activities that were compulsory, meals were together in this big restaurant with huge round tables and then there was downtime. I was about to say downtime was my favourite, but that would be a lie. Any activity where I got a chance to see Alice was good for me. She was an 18 year old blonde, really short with bright blue eyes. When I say short, I mean around 150cm (4 feet 9 inches). What she lacked in height, was nothing. In my eyes she was the embodiment of perfection. She turned me into /r/niceguys material. I wouldn’t masturbate to pictures on her facebook because that would be disrespectful. If that doesn’t make you cringe, add some fucking asterisks. \n\n \n\nThis tiny girl though, she had boobs bigger than my head. My belonging in /r/niceguys might be her fault, but then so is my perusement of /r/bustypetite, /r/stacked, /r/ThinChicksWithTits and /r/hugeracks. I’d have sold my actual test (singular of testes, trust me) to get a glimpse of her breasts. No one offered though, so I had to settle for the next best thing. Sunglasses on, staring at her on the beach. There was a horizon of open ocean in front of me, but I stared at Alice like Columbus stared at that ship. Had he had this girl with this frame in front of him, we’d all be flat-earthers. \n\n \n\nDuring the downtime when the sun was out, she’d be at the beach getting a nice tan. There was one time she turned onto her stomach and had her friend untie her bikini top...I died and prayed that I’d come back as a grain of sand...or a beach towel...or just a goddamned bikini.\n\n \n\nDuring the downtime at night we’d hang out on the beach by a fire, occasionally drilling beer cans into the sand to hide them when the unwelcome teachers popped by. It was a warm night (I remember because I was rocking some platinum swamp-ass) and Hans, Nils, Alice and 3 of her friends were sitting around a sad excuse of a fire playing a sad excuse of a drinking game. All the others had fucked off to bed, but probably FOMO (fear of missing out) had kept these people here. Or pity...who knows?\n\n \n\nThe game was clearly winding down when someone suggested skinny-dipping. Every single guy perked up and every single girl shot the idea down. It did breathe some life into the drinking game though. Just like our half-chubs morphed into hopeful chodes, our drinking game mutated into a spin the bottle. My heart cunted off into my nethers as the possibility of licking the lips of a dude that was lucky enough to kiss Alice loomed. Come on...as if she’d even agree to queef in my general direction. The game went along and I got to nibble on an elbow. Alice’s friend Carol had weirdly smooth outsides of the elbow, but whatever. The game got a bit raunchier, skinny-dipping was brought up as a dare, but was again immediately obliterated. \n\n \n\nIt was Nils’ turn to spin and it landed on Alice. Despite him being the closest thing I had to a friend, he didn’t know just how much I fancied her. He could probably guess that I - a bigger virgin than Richard Branson - would have pointed my stick at anything that moved and poked it. “It’s called a lance...hello…”. Sorry.\n\n \n\n“I dare you to go over there with Jeremy and whisper your deepest secret in his ear”. I couldn’t believe it: 1) I’m Jeremy. 2) I’d never been alone with Alice. Like, ever. 3) What kind of a bitch-ass dare is that? 4) She probably wouldn’t have agreed to anything raunchier. 5) Yup, that’s right, she fucking agreed. 6) Oh fuck this is going to be awkward. How do I not make this awkward? 7) Why - in the flaming vestibules of Budapest - is my butt sweating so much? 8) Why is my dick stirring? 9) Are you fucking kidding me? 10) It’s been way too long that I’ve been sitting here not moving. Get up!\n\n \n\nShe walked, I waddled after her. She turned around when we were about 15 metres (50 feet) away from the group. Due to my long hair blowing in the wind I almost couldn’t see and almost walked into her.\n\nAlice: Uh, hi. Hehe.\n\nMe: Hey. \n\nI was staring down at the sand like an absolute mong.\n\nAlice: So...I haven’t really thought of anything.\n\nMe: Fuck you’re so hot.\n\nDid I just say that? Fuck! Phew. I only thought it. Wow. I am such a tit. NO! Don’t think of tits!\n\nMe: Haha it’s okay, take your time. \n\nAlice: I guess I do know something I could tell. I used to have really tiny tits...like bee stings.\n\nHer answer coupled with the look on her face caught me off guard.\n\nAlice: And when I got into higher secondary, I somehow gained 7 kilos...\n\nI was very confused. Where was she going with this? \n\nAlice: ...and it all went to my tits! \n\nThe way that hushed exclamation burst from her lips was so unexpected to me. I stared at her open-mouthed, not really knowing what to say. Hearing her say tits stirred something in me. It also gave me the permission (alright, I gave myself the permission) to stare at said tits. Fuck me were they glorious. It was hard to imagine that these had ever been classed as \"bee stings\"."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You are transported into modded Skyrim. The game is loaded with sex mods. Your character is free to roam around in the game while the player doesn't play. However, the player occasionally logs in and take control of you. They will also introduce new mods into the game at their discretion. | [
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"content": "My tired eyes flutter as the room begins to fade into darkness, but only for a moment. As soon as I feel The Player leave my body, I rise from the thin mattress and get my bearings. We are far from Whiterun. I look out of the small window and see wooden buildings and raised boardwalk, roughly hewn from the forest and placed over this watery town. The smell of charred meat and burning wood is just barely strong enough to mask the foul odor of the canal that runs through this fortified town. *Fucking Riften*, I think to myself.\n\nAt least he left me some coin. This town's reputation as the home of the Thieves' Guild is known throughout Skyrim, and plenty a stranger has had their pouches pinched by the deftest of fingers. I look into the mirror and my chiseled jaw drops. Gone is my scale armor and arm bracers. Gone is my +4 enchanted helm. In their place are narrow strips of black leather, knotted in a large, metal ring in the middle of my chest, then radiate outward like a spider's web. As I pull on a strap on my back, I learn that they go all the way around, running under a scandalously-sized loin cloth before rising back to the circlet. It binds and chaffs against my considerably larger manhood. \n\nI make my way downstairs to the tavern, *The Barb and the Bee*. No one bats an eye at my lack of clothing, only glancing up before returning to gazing into their own cups. I am stunned to see the women in the bar walking around naked as the day they were born. The barmaids seem unfazed by the cool drafts wafting under the doors and eaves, and the men order their mead as if the wenches were fully clothed. I grab the arm of a passing barmaid.\n\n\"You. Where are your clothes?\" \n\n\"What are you talking about,\" she says with derision, then looks down. She screams, and the sound of her drink tray, crashing to the ground silences all conversation in the room. She runs past me and takes the stairs in twos while the hooting and hollering from the drunks continue. It would seem that no one had noticed the lack of clothing until I mentioned it. The two other barmaids are not as lucky as my sprinter, and are pinned, face-down to tables where they stand. Knives are drawn and held to their faces to discourage movement. I don't want to slay a man, especially if I want to stay in town, but sometimes, it can't be helped. \n\nI use Dragonborn Force to blow the men out the doors and windows with their cocks still in their hands. The fracas has the innkeeper calling for the guards, so I know I only have a few moments before they arrive. As I exit the tavern, four dirty scoundrels surround me with daggers and short swords.\n\n\"You'll pay for interfering with Guild business, stranger,\" the ugly one says.\n\nHis uglier companion agrees. \"What's a beefy fuck boi doing in Riften anyway? No matter. We'll make sure to send your harness back to your master.\"\n\nAs the other three laugh with him, I draw my sword. \"Take your best shot, scum.\"\n\nThey charge with the skill and discipline of wild boars. I slash the first man across his chest, a stream of blood making a diagonal stain over his filthy tunic. The man behind me is going to fast to stop himself before he runs himself into the business end of my sword. It sticks in his chest for a moment, just enough time for the other two to raise their blades. \n\nThey stop with their arms still over their heads, but drop the daggers. As their eyes roll backwards and they fall to their knees, I see another naked woman with long blond hair behind them, a strap of throwing knives across her hips.\n\n\"Thank you,\" I say, walking towards her. I can't help but notice her dirt-covered breasts and cignet ring. \"Or should I say, Your Majesty.\"\n\n\"No time for salutations, Dragonborn,\" she says flatly. \"The Player has introduced more changes in Tamriel. The Oracle has foretold of a new threat.\"\n\n\"Dragons?\"\n\n\"A blue beast made of the hardest steel, and an ashy gray face that knows no pity, nor grace. It is cursed. He comes now! Listen!\"\n\nI only hear the faint rustle of treetops and then something in the distance, roaring with fire. Then, I see it above the lake: the long, blue and black skin that shines like steel, wheels that spin and shoot sparks like the Devil's own blacksmith. The town is in chaos as the villagers run for what little shelter can be found. \n\n\"He is come, Dragonborn,\" the princess says reverently. \"The engine of man's destruction, from the cursed island of Sodor, he comes to reap vengeance!\" The mighty beast smashes through the main gate before unleashing hell fire down the road with an unnatural *TOOT TOOT*. Naked or not, I channel my powers into my hands and get ready for another fierce battle.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You walk in on your girlfriend in the middle of a make-out session with your sister. They start to apologize in a state of panic, but you aren't mad. In fact, you want to get in on the fun. | [
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"content": "**Part 1/2**\n\nIt was't like you didn't know that Sara had a thing for your sister, she'd always been happy spend time with Dawn if you were not there when she dropped by for a visit. Dawn too seemed to enjoy your girlfriends company, always laughing at her jokes and when she thought no one was looking casting longing glances at her back.\n\nBut knowing about an attraction was one thing, coming home early from work and hearing your girlfriend giggling and moaning from your sister's room was another. You snuck up to the dawn and peaked through the crack, they were on Dawn's bed, each in bra and panties, their hands caressing one another's sides as their lips parted and another light giggle escaped your girlfriend.\n\n“Stop it.” Dawn pouted and tried to silence Sara with another kiss.\n\n“I can't help it.” Sara giggled and put her arms around Dawn, pulling her into a more than friendly hug. “You're just such a delicate little thing, you're like Will's polar opposite.” She giggled.\n\n“Yeah well...” Dawn blushed as she accepted the hug and instead just undid Sara's bra. “He's a honk, with those abs and that ass, anyone would look delicate next to him.” She smiled as Sara let her pull out of the hug and she took Sara's bra with her.\n\n“You spend a lot of time looking at his abs?” Sara asked as she let Dawn run her fingers over her naked breasts.\n\n“Every time I can catch him showering, or whenever we go swimming.” Dawn blushed as Sara reached around her and undid her bra as well. \n\n“I bet he looks at you too.” Sara smiled and Dawn turned a deeper shade of crimson. “His cute little sister, all grown up with tits for days.” She joked and grabbed Dawns fairly small breasts.\n\n“No, he's seen yours.” Dawn sighed and placed her head against Sara's far larger bust. “He'd never be impressed with mine.” \n\nYou push the door open and step inside in one smooth motion. “I think he would.” You say with a smile as both the women in front of you jolt away from one another. \n\n“Will this isn't what you-” Sara starts.\n\n“I was just-” Dawn interrupts, but before either of them can finish you take 3 long steps over to them and sit down on the bed between them and they both go silent.\n\n“I heard you talking, and I saw you.” You state calmly. “I'm not gonna buy any excuses.” \n\n“I-I'm so sorry.” Dawn whimpers, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she reaches for a blanket to cover herself. \n\n“Don't be.” You note as you reach over and pull Dawn close, the blanket slipping out of reach. “You're a woman, you have needs and feelings and you shouldn't be ashamed of them.” You smile as you pull her in close, feeling her small firm breasts against you. “But you-” You turn your eyes to Sara and she scoots closer.\n\n“I know what I did was wrong and I'm not gonna make excuses for it, but she's been longing for so long and I just wanted to help her.” Sara pleaded. You reach over for her hand and she takes yours, letting you pull her into your embrace as well.\n\n“You should have told me, relationships are built on trust. Did you really think I would say no if you told me you wanted to help my little sis?” Sara shakes her head meekly and you give her a small kiss. “I love both of you, anything that makes both of you happy makes me happy.” You smile as you give both of them a little squeeze. “I'm just sad you didn't feel like you could share your troubles with me.” \n\n“Maybe-” Dawn begins to speak up in a quiet voice. “We can make it up to you.” She suggests, looking up at you with the same puppy dog eyes she always used to wrap you around her little finger.\n\n“You don't need to make it up to me.” You smile and give her a small kiss on the forehead. “Just share with me next time.” \n\n“But we want to make it up to you.” Dawn insists as she shifts her weight and you feel something warm and soft push against your pants, or more accurately, the growing bulge in your pants. You instinctively look down and sees Dawn's thigh pushing against your growing bulge and your attention makes both Sara and Dawn look down at the developing situation as well.\n\n“We do.” Sara says with a mischievous grin that you know all too well. “You've had a long day, so maybe we can just help you relax.” She says as she takes Dawn's hand and places it on the bulge in your pants. “Just a bit of family bonding.” She smiles as Dawn catches on and begins to stroke the bulge through the pants."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: last year she won the “Campus Blowjob Queen” award from the school. This year she’s decided the winner will be her boyfriend, whether he likes that idea or not. | [
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"content": "Michael weighed the Freshman’s heavy baby-makers in one hand as his other mitt twisted gingerly about the lower half of the student’s massive cock while he bobbed his head hungrily on the topmost portion of the slab of meat. His cheeks concaved with suction and his tongue massaged the underside of the Freshman’s shaft as his lip’s dragged along the boy’s cockflesh. He had his technique down to a science, and really only struggled now with wondering why sucking dick made him hard enough to feel like the transparent plastic prison locking his cock up could shatter at any moment from the pressure.\n\nHis heteroflexible thoughts found themselves themselves interrupted by his girlfriend, Jackie, placing her hand gently on the back of his scalp and chuckling down at him.\n\n“Let’s get him finished up, babe. And don’t forget to swallow at it all. Winners always swallow.”\n\nThe sort of winner should was referring to, he knew, was the winner of Kappa Beta Psy’s yearly contest to be crowned ‘Campus Blowjob Queen.’ Jackie had won last year, although she and Michael had been together for 6 months already when the competition started. He was none to pleased at the end of the year when she won and her record was revealed; not counting Michael, her count came out to 38. She’d sucked off 38 other dicks between August and May.\n\nIt put a serious strain on their relationship. Jackie eventually decided that she would either break up with her boyfriend and compete again to beat her record, or he would compete in her stead and they could stay together. Judging by where he’s kneeling now and what he’s slobbering on, you can see what her decision was.\n\nTo help him focus on his goal, she locked his dick up in a chastity cage; a transparent little piece of clear plastic that fit snugly even when he was soft. In her defense, it’s worked to that end. When the only source of sexual stimulation you get comes from blowing dudes, you blow a lot of dudes.\n\nHis current count was 10. The Freshman would make 11. But he wasn’t the only one competing.\n\nHolly Miller tried last year and came in as the runner-up behind Jackie. Her number was 19, last time Jackie checked. Also competing are Wendy Greenberg, hovering around 15, and Gracie Devers-Sanchez, with 6.\n\nMichael argued at first. He didn’t want to suck dick. He didn’t want to wear the cage. But he desperately wanted to keep Jackie. So he picked one battle to fight and he fought it hard; he didn’t want to be the Campus Blowjob *Queen.* Couldn’t he be the King, he’d begged? Jackie just laughed at him. He could remember her words so clearly.\n\n> “You’re going to be the Campus Blowjob Queen, and you’re going to sucked as many cocks as you need to in order to get there. And if you bring it up again, you’ll be crowned the Faggy Little Campus Blowjob Princess, and you’ll accept your award in nothing but a pair of panties.”\n\nMichael nodded up at Jackie as she prompted him to wrap up his suckfest.\n\nHe gingerly tugged at the Freshman’s balls and sped up his head-bobbing. He forced himself a bit deeper now, letting the massive member’s fat cockhead dip into his warm throat. He moaned softly around the Freshman’s cock, letting his lips’ vibrations send tingles throughout the member. \n\nIt was over for the kid in seconds. He grunted lowly as his nuts seized up and his length of pipe throbbed between Michael’s lips. With each spurting rope that splattered against the back of Michael’s throat came a gulp. One, two, three, and four before the hung Freshman was spent. When he finally pulled his softening prick from Michael’s nursing lips, the future Blowjob Queen looked up at him a bit timidly.\n\n“I, uhm... Th-Thank you.”\n\nThe Freshman just smirked down and the humiliated, caged cocksucker and stepped past him as he pulled up his pants. He turned his attention to Jackie as she led him to the door of Michael’s dorm room.\n\n“Tell your pet faggot that he needs to pay more attention to the balls.”\n\nJackie just giggled and nodded as she watched the Freshman leave.\n\n“Noted!” She chirped, calling after him. “And don’t forget to tell all your friends that Mikey Carlyle is giving out free BJs to anybody that asks for one!”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Being the taverns oral elf sure pays well. But one can only suck so much cock in one night. | [
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"content": "Her green eyes snapped shut quickly as her customer pulled his cock from her mouth, narrowly avoiding a cum shot to the eye and instead receiving a warm sticky load to the face and in her braided silver hair. He threw several coins into the wooden bowl at her knees and chuckled.\n\n\"Silver coins for a silver girl\" He exclaimed, tucking his now soft member into his breeches.\n\n\"Yeah yeah not the fifth time I've heard that today or anything..\" Gaia muttered rolling her eyes, idily licking the drips of cum that were within reach of her tongue, longer than average and probably what helped make her so popular at the tavern. She glanced down at her earnings for the evening, the bowl almost spilling over with coins. Thankfully none would dare take her money even with her arms bound behind her back as they were, the tavern employed several orcish bouncers to protect her and the other workers during their shifts. Her shift was coming to a close soon, the time wasn't easy to tell from her spot but the delicious aching in her jaw and sore throat told her it wouldn't be much longer now.\n\nShe strained against the ropes holding her down, aching to stretch her arms and stand tall but before she could think about asking for a break a tall roguish looking woman approached, firey red hair floating around her head in bouncing curls, one eye covered with a black patch and mouth quirked with an amused smile. Wordlessly she unlaced her breeches and slid her pants down enough to reveal a rather large cock, several metal bars running down the underside like rungs on a ladder. Gaia licked her lips forgetting the pain in her jaw at such a lovely sight. \n\n\"How much to get to fuck you sweet heart? I want to see if that cunt is just as sweet\" She growled huskily, stroking her cock slowly, inches away from Gaia's reach, teasing. \n\n\"How will you know if it's as good if you haven't tried my mouth?\" Gaia grinned and strained to lift up from her kneeling position, ropes circling her thighs and calves kept her in place. Normally fucking was off limits, but this stranger was intriguing and her pussy was warm and eager from being neglected all evening. \n\nThe beautiful stranger chuckled and slipped several gold coins into Gaia's shirt, the cold metal making her gasp softly and her nipples harden visibly through the thin fabric.\n\n\"Eager aren't you, how many cocks have you sucked today? Such a dirty whore..\" She inched her cock closer until Gaia could just brush it with her tongue, tasting the delicious salty flavor of pre cum, maybe the calm stranger was eager as well? \n\n\"Fifty, it's been a slow day, but I might be too tired to take the job...\" Gaia gave a dramatic sigh, leaning back as comfortably as she could manage, suppressing a grin. The red haired woman growled softly, a wordless threat that sent a thrill through Gaia's spine and left her soaking. \n\n\"I already paid, don't shirk your duties, whore\" She wove her fingers through Gaia's hair, right at the nape of her neck and brought her forward roughly, shoving her cock forward but there was little resistance as Gaia eagerly opened up to do what she did best. She could feel each bar with her tongue, it was strange and uncomfortable in her mouth but all she could think of was how it would feel in her pussy, now aching with need. She worked the shaft with her tongue, unable to move as her face was roughly fucked, the prodigious rod taking her throat like a pirate ravaging a captured woman. Another hand touched her cheek and Gaia looked up, two green eyes meeting one red as the woman's hair, an intense electricity crackling between them. Several onlookers began to watch with rapt attention, none daring to speak and risk breaking the tension in the air. \n\nSoon the moment was shattered as the strange womans other hand grabbed roughly onto Gaia's neck and forced her to take the full length of her cock, pumping shot after shot of cum down the thirsty elfs throat. Gaia's body went limp as the woman pulled away, resting heavily against a chair as she gasped and struggled to catch her breath, no one at the bar had ever seen her so affected. \n\n\"I don't think anything could be a sweet as that, why don't you find me after your shift is over…\" The woman smirked and reached down to cruelly tweak a nipple before sauntering away, leaving her cock to hang out of her breeches as she went upstairs to her room and out of sight. Gaia could only watch on breathlessly and count down the minutes until she was free, her mind made up.\n\n(To be continued? I really liked the prompt and didn't want to go too off topic!!)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] How did these two girls, innocent looking and adorable, seated facing one another in matching collars and pigtails come to be? Surely the story is delightful. | [
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"content": "\"I want you to know this is your fault.\" Chloe said, the blue ribbons in her hair jostling as she spoke.\n\n\"I swear to God if you don't stop talking I'm going to take the Mistresses supplies and gag you myself.\" Abby snapped back, her pink ribbons equally lively as she spoke. \n\nThe the two girls had once been best friends, surviving together from daycare to college. Now they were pets, playthings to a wealthy woman who had an eccentric taste. \n\n\nIt all began rather simply too. Chloe had been drunk at a party when her psychology professor had been called over an incident with students in her department. One drunken stay in the closet with the professor and Chloe exited bound and gagged with several silk scarves, totally enthralled by her sexy senior. \n\nAbby had been forced along the ride as the two had sworn to always stick together. If Chloe was going to be some bondage pet for an older rich lady, Abby would stick it out. If not for the orgasms, than for the sweet sweet money to be spoiled with. \n\n\n\"You got me drunk.\" Chloe said.\n\n\"And you agreed to ten minutes in the closet with professor Kimble.\" Abby snapped back. The sound of a clearing throat silenced both girls.\n\n\nThe training for the girls had been simple, but powerful. What started as long hours spent hogtied, chewing on dirty socks and locked in closets or trunks had enetuaky evolved into long sessions of chair ties and forced listening to audio recordings.\n\nThe brainwashing thing wasn't really working, but it was fun for their Mistress to both make and force her pets to listen to them.\n\n\"I am naughty girl with a bratty mouth. I should be gagged at all times. Talking is not worth it for me so I should just be silenced instead...\" The girls heard over and over until they began to repeat the word, the start of a long training session on how to properly ask to be mercifully gagged.\n\n\n\"I think for your punishment for bickering, you'll both be gagged. But I will be nice and let you girls choose. Who gets the panties, and who gets the socks?\" The Mistress asked her two bondage pets.\n\nChloe and Abby looked at each other, both grinning with anticipation. They knew the price of not reaching an agreement.\n\n\"Not it.\" They said in unison.\n\n-----------\n\nSorry if it's weird, wrote it at like 11 PM so I'm kinda tired. That said, it was fun to write."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: She's the greatest supehero ever but she refuses to tell anyone what her superpower is. The villains? They're all too embarrassed to tell either. | [
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"content": "'It's butt stuff,' Batman finally confides to you. You're the only reporter who's been able to get into his bat-cave, so to speak, but he still hasn't taken off his mask for you.\n\n'Butt stuff?' you ask, incredulous. 'Are a bunch of grown men, especially ones that go around in latex onesies, really afraid of butt stuff? Are you telling me you've never had someone do that with you before?'\n\nHe sighs, and puts a hand over his eyes. His rocks glass hits the side table with a dull thud, filling the silence that you refuse to break.\n\n'Isuringadle,' he mumbles from behind his hand.\n\n'Beg pardon? Can you speak louder, into the microphone?'\n\n'Itdurngbadle...'\n\n'Mr. Wayne - look, we all know it's you, don't look at me like that - Mr. Wayne, I have to insist that you speak clearly.'\n\n'It's...' He sighs. 'It's during battle.'\n\nThe ever-present sound of your pen taking notes stops, and Batman's words ring around the cave-cum-computer lab.\n\n'What, does she just magic a dildo up in there or....?'\n\n'Look, if she does then it's not there when I check later - and I have checked.' He rubs his hands together nervously. You have never seen Batman nervous; you didn't know he was capable of it. 'I don't know how she does it but she knows just how to get... Jesus.'\n\n'Take your time,' you say, leaning forward.\n\n'She knows how to get you off just, just right.' His eyes close, and you aren't sure if he's remembering the experience with pleasure or discomfort. You make sure to make a note of that. 'And she knows how to get off all of us, Superman and Wonder Woman too, I mean, it's chaos. Have you ever tried to stay on a grappling hook when you're mid-orgasm? Have you had to clean come out of a latex suit? It's not easy.'\n\nYou feel a twinge of arousal between your legs at that admission, not (you hoped) because of the latex thing but because the thought of pegging Batman until he came was, like, in your top ten daydream situations. He had not stopped talking, though, and you had to force yourself to pay attention to his words.\n\n'...And you probably don't know how hard it is to keep fighting after that too! Your ass is sore and your junk is sticky and NO amount of baby powder will get rid of that chafe! Any time I've lost since she came to town? Because of that. And look, I'm not opposed to butt stuff, I partake recreationally just like anyone else but that shit makes me sleepy, you know?' He was looking at you now for sympathy, but you were still back on him taking your dick in the ass, and that's a hard mental image to shake free of.\n\n'Why doesn't-' you have to clear your throat, 'why doesn't she like to talk about this power? You'd think something so capable of causing you all shame would be a hot button topic for her.'\n\nBatman looks at you, eyes flicking to your recorder. He nods his head in its direction, and looks at you again. Reaching over slowly you turn it off.\n\n'She told me this in confidence,' he says lowly. You put aside your pen and paper.\n\n'Last superhero city she was in, she did brag about it. Got a lot of unwanted solicitations from the public about it, wanting her to be their Dom or whatever. A lot of perverts, and nobody really paid attention to the villainous things she was doing - robbing banks, beating up old ladies, you know. She didn't want to be objectified like that and hey, I can't blame her for that. If we beat her I'd like it to be fair and square... Well, as fair and square as super powers makes a fight.'\n\nA flush rose in your face, and you were throbbing between your legs. You can see Batman's - Bruce Wayne's - grey eyes behind his mask. You were still thinking about pegging him, and the white-knuckle grip he had on the seat of his chair made you think he was thinking about it too. You lick your lips.\n\n'Do you wanna fuck?' you ask quietly, forcefully.\n\n'Fuck, yes,' he rasps as he starts taking off his suit."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] When the clock strikes twelve on her twentieth birthday, she will fall into a state of eternal arousal. But the only way to get relief is from true love's cunnilingus. | [
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"content": "A king and queen once upon a time reigned in a country a great way off, where there were in those days fairies. Now this king and queen had plenty of money, and plenty of fine clothes to wear, and plenty of good things to eat and drink, and a coach to ride out in every day: but though they had been married many years they had no children, and this grieved them very much indeed. But one day as the queen was walking by the side of the river, at the bottom of the garden, she saw a poor little fish, that had thrown itself out of the water, and lay gasping and nearly dead on the bank. Then the queen took pity on the little fish, and threw it back again into the river; and before it swam away it lifted its head out of the water and said, ’I know what your wish is, and it shall be fulfilled, in return for your kindness to me–you will soon have a daughter.’ What the little fish had foretold soon came to pass; and the queen had a little girl, so very beautiful that the king could not cease looking on it for joy, and said he would hold a great feast and make merry, and show the child to all the land. So he asked his kinsmen, and nobles, and friends, and neighbours. But the queen said, ’I will have the fairies also, that they might be kind and good to our little daughter.’ Now there were thirteen fairies in the kingdom; but as the king and queen had only twelve golden dishes for them to eat out of, they were forced to leave one of the fairies without asking her. So twelve fairies came, each with a high red cap on her head, and red shoes with high heels on her feet, and a long white wand in her hand: and after the feast was over they gathered round in a ring and gave all their best gifts to the little princess. One gave her goodness, another beauty, another riches, and so on till she had all that was good in the world.\n\n Just as eleven of them had done blessing her, a great noise was heard in the courtyard, and word was brought that the thirteenth fairy was come, with a black cap on her head, and black shoes on her feet, and a broomstick in her hand: and presently up she came into the dining- hall. Now, as she had not been asked to the feast she was very angry, and scolded the king and queen very much, and set to work to take her revenge. So she cried out, ’The king’s daughter shall, in her twentieth year, fall into an eternal and neverending lust and be locked into chastity so she has no relief.’ Then the twelfth of the friendly fairies, who had not yet given her gift, came forward, and said that the evil wish must be fulfilled, but that she could soften its mischief; so her gift was, that the king’s daughter, on midnight of her twentieth year, should still be able to cum, but only when given cunnilingus by her one true love which the device shall not be able to stop.\n\nHowever, the queen hoped still to save her dear child altogether from the threatened evil; so he ordered that all the chastity devices in the kingdom be destroyed and every bachelor come in the hopes of finding her one true love. But all the gifts of the first eleven fairies were in the meantime fulfilled; for the princess was so beautiful, and well behaved, and good, and wise, that everyone who knew her loved her.\n\n It happened that, on the very day she was to be twenty years old, the king and queen were not at home, and she was left alone in the palace. So she roved about by herself, and looked at all the rooms and chambers, till at last, near midnight, she came to an old tower, to which there was a narrow staircase ending with a little door. In the door there was a golden key, and when she turned it the door sprang open, and there sat an old magic chastity device. The princess has never seen such a device before and her curiosity grew. She poked and prodded it wondering how to out it on. She eventually warpped it round her waist but did not lock it. She looked for how to lock and unlock but found no way to do so. Hesitantly she locked it on herself just at the stroke of midnight. The Princess fell to her knees overwhelmed by lust as the evil fairies with came true.\n\n The queen was distraught by the state of her daughter who could focus only on her need to cum. She begged and begged but no amount of touching or prying got past the cage. No locksmith or blacksmith could device a way past it. No mage or wizard could find a way to break it's enchantment. The King in a panic renewed he efforts to find the princesses one true love.\n\n Many years past and the princess grew more and more frustrated as time went on. With no way to touch herself she grew more desperate and with hwr looks every man I kingdom wanted to court her. The princess courted many men but none could ever take her virginity or satisfy her needs. As the princess gave blowjob after blowjob to every man in the kingdom she fell further and further into lust. Eventually the king himself have up after every man in tbe kingdom has come and tried to give her cunnilingus.\n\n One day the princess was alone in her chamber with onky her hand maiden with her. It was the day of her twenty fifth birthday and on her fifth anniversary of her curse she wept and wept abiut her predicament. She had given up all hope of ever cumming again and was resigned to her fate to be eternally chaste. Whilst watching her weep and describe just how horny she was her hand maiden got a brighter and brighter shade of red until eventually, terrified, she suggested an idea to the princess. Seeing nothing to lose she agreed.\n\n And so it was that everyone in the kingdom heard the screen of sweet relief come from the princess thus ending her five years of chastity. She screamed for joy as orgasm after orgasm washed over her finally bringing her what she desired. \n\n For see the solution was simple. The princess' true love was not to be found in a man but rather a woman."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: "what was that, i almost drowned !"you say to your slimegirl girlfriend | [
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"content": "Sylvia pointed at the large can of pineapple juice. \"Open that, please.\"\n\nPerry notched the lid on two sides and watched her pick up the can with her translucent hands. As she drank from it, he could see the bright yellow juice flow into her opaque body like a fluid cloud that gathered in her belly before dissolving. Her body took on a golden hue. \n\n\"Have a taste,\" she said, presenting her palm to him. Perry dragged his tongue from her wrist to her fingertips and she quivered like jelly. \"Ooh, baby.\"\n\n\"Mmm, tropical,\" he said with a smile. \"That's a really cool trick.\"\n\n\"I have another one that's amazing, but you have to trust me.\" The slime girl caressed his cheek, leaving a shimmering trail of herself as she touched him. \n\n\"I'll do anything you want.\"\n\n\"Good. Take off your clothes.\" \n\nHe quickly shed his pants and shirt, pulling his boxers to the kitchen floor. The open air felt chilly on his naked skin, and he stroked his cock to keep it warm. Sylvia slid close to him and formed perfect breasts, which he grabbed. They were firm, yet fluid, yielding to his grip in a way that awoke his cock. She reached down and began to tug on it, her viscous fingers dripping slime down his balls. Perry groaned and she pulled up close to kiss him. \n\nPerry's eyes widened as he realized that her tongue, which was playing his his own, now expanded to fill his mouth. He tried to push her away, but his hands went through her breasts and lodged into her torso. His scream was muffled as she pushed more of herself down his throat. His lungs burned for a moment as the air inside him was replaced by her. His body twitched as he was lifted from the ground, held up in her goo. He closed his eyes as he felt her envelope his whole body. Then, the pain was gone. \n\nHe opened his eyes and saw that he was in the kitchen still, but everything looked more yellow. He tried to talk but no sound came out.\n\n*Hey, hey, it's okay,* he heard. *I have over-oxygenated my body so you can 'breathe' inside me. Cool, huh?* \n\nPerry looked around and saw that he was a few inches off the ground, encased in Sylvia. His whole body felt tingly, as she found *every* nook and cranny on his skin. He felt waves of pressure over his cock and balls and he looked down.\n\n*That's it baby,* she said, *I'm going to make you feel so good.* Sylvia worked his shaft in random patterns that felt like fingers stroking his cock, and harder vibrations that even shook his asshole. Perry spread his legs wider to give her more access and she took advantage, pressing against his taint and ass. As his nipples hardened, she squeezed them and rubbed them, watching him squirm inside her.\n\nHe felt like he was treading through thick water as she teased him, bringing him closer to the edge. His cock began to throb and his hips rocked. Sylvia firmed up her body around him and squeezed his cock as he shot a rope of cum into her, the white fluid suspended in front of him.\n\n*Yes, baby,* she cooed, *I'm gonna milk you dry. Cum for me, cum for me.* She slid into his asshole and grew large against his prostate, sending a wave of pleasure inside him. Another ribbon of cum shot into her as he felt his balls tighten one more time. She gently laid him down on the floor and began to pull away, until she sat next to him, completely separated. \n\nPerry took a deep breath and grabbed her wrist. \"That... that was...\"\n\n\"Amazing?\"\n\n\"like drowning,\" he replied, still gasping.\n\n\"Now you know how I feel when I suck on your fat cock. I love it.\"\n\nPerry smiled and tasted her again. \"I think I love it too.\"\n\n***\nA short one, but comments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After you officially became a couple, you found out that your partner was born without a sense of shame and, a insatiable libido. | [
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"content": "Jane's eyes widened in shock as Peter casually pulled her underwear aside, having easily bypassed the cloth of her short skirt.\n\n\"Wait!\" she whispered frantically as Peter pulled his hardening member out of the open fly of his pants, and plunged it deep into her cunt, her thoughts instantly turning from panic to overwhelming pleasure.\n\nShe was only vaguely aware of the people around them on New York's L train as her attention was focused fully on Peter's erection stretching her insides. This wasn't a low-budget porno, and people around them were clearly taking notice. Several hood rats were snickering, an older couple had stood and moved several rows down, and a transit police officer at the other end of the car looked like he couldn't decide if he should intervene or pretend not to notice and watch discretely from a distance.\n\nHer attention snapped back to the present as Peter pulled almost all the way out before plunging himself into her again. He was so deep inside her now that his tip prodded at her cervix, sending spikes of mixing pleasure and pain running through her body like lightning. She was forced to stand on her tiptoes as Peter slammed into her again and again, her round ass jiggling to the rythm of his merciless pounding.\n\nThere was a flicker of a throught of trying to protest again, which was quickly banished as Peter casually began to finger her asshole, poking and prodding at an area that even the promiscuous Jane had never explored before. She moaned, biting her tongue at the pleasure that appeared from the new sensation. \n\nShe could feel the beating of her insides coming to a crescendo, and was unable to remain silent any longer. She moaned his name, quiet at first, then rising in volume, screaming her pleasure until the whole train undoubtedly knew what was happening.\n\nPeter thrust into her, once, twice, then three times, pressing her against the train window and lifting her slightly off her feet as his cock pressed tightly against her cervix. Waves of pleasure radiated through her as warmth flooded into her womb, Peter's semen flooding into her until she was shivering from the pleasure and her legs couldn't hold her up anymore.\n\nShe fell to the floor of the train, ass in the air and cum leaking out of her wet pussy for all to see. Peter wiped his cock on her skirt, then stowed his penis back in his pants and zipped zipped up his fly with an audible sigh of relief. He glanced down at Jane, who was still a wet, twitching mess on the floor.\n\n\"So, what should we do for our second date?\"\n\n(edit: grammar)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You can turn invisible. Unfortunately, your clothing doesn't, so you have to go au naturel if you want to be stealthy. | [
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"content": "You remain the wizarding academy’s incantation classroom, far after everyone had left, alone with your professor Ms. Fox.\n\n“I’m sorry what did you say?” you ask, taken aback by her request.\n\n“I want you to still one of the student’s panties. I need them for an experiment.”\n\n“Could you tell me what that is? Seems strange—” You say before she bends over an exaggerated manner at her desk, giving you a full view of her breasts.\n\nYour pants tighten and you catch her glance downward before smirking.\n\n“You are one of my most trusted students, so I’m sure that you will not let me down. Also, I’m willing to give you extra credit for this since I know how much you care about your marks. I find such a drive to compete commendable and I may even have a reward for the top student of the class when this semester is over.”\n\nShe approaches you and bends over to meet your eye level, putting her face dangerously close to yours and her breath on your face. She puts a hand on your shoulder and asks “Remember the invisibility spell I taught you?” You nod. “I knew you would since you’re my best student,” she says as she gently strokes your red cheek. “Let’s do it right now.”\n\n“Do what?” you ask as she gets behind you and takes your arms.\n\n“The spell. I’ll guide you through the somatic movements.”\n\nShe moves your arms in the motions necessary for casting the spell as you say the incantations. Your skin fades, becoming more and more transparent until you completely vanish.\n\n“For this to work properly you need to remove your garments.”\n\nLooking down you see your clothing is as visible as it always was. “Is that necessary? Is there a way to make my clothing invisible too?”\n\n“Somehow I question the utility of invisible clothing.” You are too nervous to strip in front of your professor. Even the invisibility wasn’t enough for you, but Ms. Fox had no qualms about it as she started to pull your robe over your head. “See that wasn’t so bad. Now to take off these pants.” \n\nWith her hand approaching your belt you jump backward. “I-I can do the rest!” After a while you finish removing your clothes and stand before her naked, feeling the gentle briskness of the classroom.\n\nYou cover yourself with your hands, despite it not making a difference. You trust in the spell and your professor but cannot bring yourself to exhibit yourself. Somehow it seems like she can feel how nervous you are.\n\n“You will go to room #72 in the girls’ dormitory, but need to be quick about it since this invisibility spell uses a lot of mana.”\n\nThere’s always a catch and you wish you knew this one before agreeing to this. But even if you knew all the details, you don’t see yourself being able to say no to her. So all you had to rely on was hope that the spell would remain active long enough to do this. When you finally left the classroom, closing the door—you already hear the distant voices and the footsteps of students in the hallway. After a couple of moments and exhales you coax yourself into turning around, seeing that no one is in this section of the hallway. Eventually, you would pass someone and would have to deal with that when it came. Even though you are invisible, you’re still feeling the rush of embarrassment and excitement walking around like this.\n\nIn the hallway, it feels even cooler and each passing gust is a reminder of your situation. You pass by other students who seem to be in their own worlds, not even sending you a passing glance. It seems surreal, like you and the others in different universes. Doing this is easier than you thought, but still exhilarating. You feel yourself getting hard when you see a student who glances in your direction. There’s a compulsion to rush around the corner as she looks through you, but you have to remain calm and walk as quietly as possible. With your heart pounding you let the eyes look right through you in a busier section of the hall; careful not to bump anyone.\n\nDuring your trek, a prefect chatting with another student catches your eye. She’s distinctively elven, with ash-colored skin, silver hair, and pitch-black eyes with red catlike pupils. You pass them by and notice the prefect make a pronounced look at you and you feel your heart stop like you’ve locked eyes with a basilisk. You think this has to be a coincidence; there’s no way that she can see me. You continue forward, pacing backward refusing to break visual with her before you see her wink and then look back at the girl she was talking to and continues talking to her. You turn and run, having that little theory of it being a coincidence debunked. You ran so far and so quickly that there is no way someone could keep up but you still looked behind you to see if anyone was there, but there was no one. It just so happened that you ran toward the girls’ dormitory when you broke away. \n\nNow that you are done running you have a chance to think. Do I really want to continue this? You try to talk yourself out of the task but are not successful. The worst has already passed so you might as well press forward. And with the embarrassment, a bit of precum made its way out of your dick. There’s no way you are stopping now since you learned about the one thing more exciting than going around the Academy naked—someone actually seeing you doing it.\n\nA couple dozen steps later, you are at the foot of the dormitory tower and its winding staircase. You climb the stairs, taking care not to bump any of the passersby and then finally make it to the top. Walking inside you are greeted with a beautiful lobby area. It’s like a miniature library and is quiet with a couple of girls reading books scattered all over. There’s a hallway leading to the rooms, but that becomes the second priority when you see the passageway to the bathroom.\n\nWalking over to the bathroom you tiptoe your way, trying not to attract attention since this is a quieter area, and they could hear any loud footstep. You know you shouldn’t be doing this with each step but you don’t turn around. You should focus on the task at hand but you don’t. You go into the bathroom with your raging hard cock.\n\nAs soon as you get inside, you see that no is present at the moment. Inside there is a large mirror on the wall behind the row of sinks. At first, you see nothing in the reflection except for the fixtures of the bathroom, but you notice a flicker. Then moments later you see your skin starting to become opaque; then flickering between transparent and visible. You figure you are running low on mana. You didn’t have anywhere near the time you thought you would have. You undo the invisibility spell to conserve what little mana you have since there’s no one inside. And as soon as you do, you hear footsteps quickly approaching.\n\nYou have no choice but to go deeper into the bathroom to hide from the approaching students. Here’s the steamy bath area. Luckily for you, the steam is so thick that you cannot see more than a couple of feet in front of you but you can see the silhouettes of other girls bathing and are sure they can see your silhouette too. You hop into the bubbly water to hide, hoping that no one would see you. Staying hidden is possible as long as no one approaches, but through the steam you see a student wearing only a towel which she discards. You get a full-frontal peek of her slightly heavy-set, but shapely naked body. She approaches the bubbly area you are in and takes a dip into the water, so you dive underneath before she sees you.\n\nUnderwater you focus and can hear the echoes of nearby bathers, you didn’t think there were so many. The echoes of footsteps in the water become closer and closer. Your lungs burn. You cannot hold out much longer so you try to position yourself to exit the pool when you pass by a flabby, pale ass belonging to the girl you saw earlier. And after getting an eyeful you feel like you can hold your breath a little while longer.\n\nWhen you resurface you just have to hope that no one is around to see you. Coming out of the water your breathing is not only heavy because of the lack of oxygen but the excitement of it all got your heart pounding. Your cock is harder than it’s ever been and you want to start jerking off into the water right now, but it’s too dangerous and you have to restrain yourself.\n\nYou make your way through the fog and get back to the lobby, dripping wet with bathwater. At this point you almost want someone to see you like this as you strike around, but somehow you miraculously escape unseen as you head towards the room. By this time, you feel like a veteran of exhibitionism, walking around exposed for anyone to see if they happen to be around. After a while, you finally make it to the place. Room #72. With your last bit of mana, you perform the incantation for the unlocking charm and the door gently clicks open.\n\nThe room is empty of life and dim. It has just enough light to see coming in from the window between the curtains. From the furniture you can see, the room is regal looking and much larger than the room you are sharing with a roommate. She or her parents must be important to get a room like this to herself. \n\nExploring the room further, you walk past bookshelves and then a wardrobe. You look through it for panties but think this isn’t what Ms. Fox has in mind. You turn your attention to the nearby dirty laundry hamper and did through it, finding a white lace thong. With it in your hands, you’re overcome by the impulse to sniff these panties and you cannot resist. When you do, you hear the door open behind you, and in shock you turn around, not even thinking to remove the panties from your face.\n\n“Planning something with those?” It was the elven prefect from earlier, asking in a sultry voice.\n\nOvercome with shock you cannot respond before she turns around and locks the door behind her."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Deep in the dark pits of hell, demons and succubi indulge in the most deviant of kinks: cuddling, handholding, and loving caresses. | [
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"content": "“Fucking humans!” she shouted, slamming the door behind her and throwing her purse across the living room.\n\n\n“Rough day?” her roommate asked cautiously from the couch, ducking reflectively when one of her high heels went flying past.\n\n\n“Ugh, you have no idea.” She kicked off her other shoe and dispelled her glamour of a professional businesswoman, exposing dark lingerie and the kind of gorgeous red curves that could stop a mortal heart.\n\n\n“Wanna talk about it?”\n\n\n“I need my jammies,” she muttered, tail whipping back and forth as she strode down the hall. She struggled out of her excessively sexy attire, replacing it with boxers and an oversized black t-shirt emblazoned with the words ‘Demons Do It Dirty’ and a cute cartoon succubus covered in mud. When she went back to the living room, the incubus patted the spot next to him on the couch and she flopped down heavily, letting out a sigh as she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his firm chest. He slipped an arm around her, holding her shoulder. He smelled good. Like heat, like concrete on a scorching day, same as all demons, but there were undertones that made her think of hot sand on tropical beaches.\n\n\n“Stupid humans,” she grumbled, but the fire had left her voice.\n\n\n“What happened?”\n\n\n“Well, *first*, I got summoned in the middle of getting dressed. What kind of mage gets up at six o’clock and goes ‘Oh, you know what I need? A contractually-obliged demonic fucksesh.’”\n\n\nHe snorted. “Nothing sets the mood like bad breath and birdsong.”\n\n\n“Yeah,” she scoffed. “At least her essence was alright. My other guys today, though, *bleh*.” She stuck out her tongue. “And all of them passed out afterwards. Not one even half awake. I almost called an ambulance for my four o’clock, but he started coming to when I kicked him.”\n\n\nHis chest shook with suppressed laughter. The issue with draining your partner's energy during sex was that it was a rare human who was strong enough to stay conscious for cuddling. Combined with the fact that people only saw lust demons as the hot and heavy types, they ended up a little starved for affection. He reached over and found her soft hand, weaving his fingers with hers as he held her close.\n\n\n“And then,” she mumbled into his chest, melting against him, “my last one.”\n\n\n“Mmhmm.”\n\n\n“He was handsome. Tall. Muscular.”\n\n\n“Mm.”\n\n\n“Messy black hair.”\n\n\n“Mm.”\n\n\n“These *gorgeous* blue eyes.”\n\n\n“Mmhmm.”\n\n\n“Gayer than you.”\n\n\nHe cackled, trying not to choke on his laughter. “Oh- Oh, you poor thing. Did you get his number?”\n\n\nShe sighed and gestured vaguely to where she’d thrown her purse.\n\n\n“Aw, I can always count on you.”\n\n\n“So long as you keep cuddling me, you big demon hunk.”\n\n\n------\n\n\nA short thing. Hopefully it turned out alright. All comments and criticisms are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Write a simple erotic story, but with as many sexual innuendos as possible. | [
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"content": "\"Sorry I'm late,\" Janis said as she found Peter alone at his long table. His spread looked inviting, with the colorful *tapas* plates arranged on it. \"There was this thing I had to take care of. Where is everyone?\"\n\n\"Didn't you come with your girls?\" he asked. \"I thought you were bringing them.\" \n\nJanis crossed her arms. \"Yeah, not tonight. I tried my best to coax them into coming out but they wanted to stay inside. What about your guys?\"\n\n\"Johnson had a hard out, and Willie came early but had to go right after. He sends his regrets.\" Peter slid over and made room for her. \"More for us, I guess. Are you hungry?\"\n\n\"I can see a few things I like,\" she said as she scanned the bounty before her. She picked up a marinated olive, glistening with oil. Janis rolled it in her mouth, working the flesh off of it with her tongue before spitting out the remains. \"Nice and salty. I love it.\"\n\n\"This one,\" Peter said, pointing to the steaming plate of smelt, \"is my favorite.\"\n\n\"I've never had sardines before. Aren't they fishy?\"\n\n\"Well, they *are* fish, but these have been caught fresh, then prepared with spices, so they cook in their own aromatic juices. These little bites are like tasting the ocean, with just a little tang.\" He broke off an unctuous piece with his fork and presented it to her, running it under her nose. \"Have a taste.\"\n\nJanis watch him, never took her eyes off of Peter as she opened her mouth and let him slide it in. She held the fork tightly with her lips, and Peter pulled the fork out clean. He could see her mash and savor it before taking a big swallow. \"You're right, it's delicious. I should eat fish more often.\"\n\n\"I know a Japanese place where they serve it hot and spicy, in big bentos. Maybe we can share a box. Maybe for lunch, right? We can dip out, eat the box, then come back to work.\" \n\n\"You're insatiable,\" she said, smiling. Janis slipped her foot out of her shoe and touched his leg as he reached for another dish.\n\n\"Oh my, the potatoes,\" he said, \"can you reach over and... yeah, thanks.\" Peter rolled two small spuds onto his plate and they danced, separating and touching again until they settled down.\n \n\"Your potatoes are quite lively,\" she said, pushing her foot into his groin. \"Do you like them mashed?\"\n\n\"I prefer them *whole*, thank you. Maybe you can change my mind. Are you good at smashing?\"\n\n\"I don't want to brag, but yeah. I'm the best. I work in a little oil to get them going and then I coax every last drop of flavor out of them.\"\n\n\"You have a way with tubers,\" he said, groaning softly. \"I'd like to see you work it.\"\n\n\"It's all in the wrists,\" she replied. \"Come back to my place and I'll give you a full course meal: meat and potatoes, maybe you can have a little salad.\"\n\nPeter massaged her calf and foot under the table, running his fingers over her stockings. \"Are you sure? I heard salads can be dirty.\"\n\nJanis shivered. \"Oh, I make sure that my salad is washed thoroughly, inside and out.\"\n\nThe server checked in on them and Peter paid the bill. \"Do you want me to wrap any of this up, to take home?\" she asked.\n\n\"No thank you,\" he replied. \"I think we've got enough to nosh on at home, right Janis?\" The both laughed and walked out together.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your girlfriend is so innocent that she refuses to even swear, but she still wants to experience sex, so one day she politely asks if you want to heck her | [
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"content": "Jeff nearly dropped his mug when Margot blurted it out. He swallowed the hot coffee too fast and winced as it burned down his throat. \"What did you say?\" he asked in a raspy voice.\n\n\"Don't make me say it again,\" she said, blushing. She looked around the coffee house. \"Not in public.\"\n\n\"I thought you wanted to wait,\" he replied.\n\n\"I did,\" she replied, looking down at the table. \"I mean, I still believe that a man and a woman should try to wait until they're married. I guess I'm seeing it more like an aspirational goal now.\"\n\nJeff leaned back in his chair and put his hands in his coat pockets. \"Did something change? Something happen this weekend?\"\n\nMargot took a long sip of tea, the porcelain cup obscuring most of her face so that Jeff could only see her beautiful brown eyes looking at him. She put it down and took in a deep breath. \"My mom called me yesterday and told me that one of my cousins died. Heather P. We used to play when we were kids but lost touch for a long time. I guess she had been sick and didn't know it, until it was too late.\"\n\n\"My god, I'm so sorry,\" he said, holding her hands. \n\n\"She's in the Lord's hands now, God rest her soul. She was a year younger than me, and I made me think hard about my goals.\" She gripped his hands tightly on the table. \"I don't want to die alone, Jeff. I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to pressure you, I'm not asking for a ring. Just give me... something else.\"\n\nJeff held her hand as he rose from his chair and pulled her up. \"Let's go to your place.\" They walked out of the shop and headed to her apartment, close by. As they passed a crowded stoop, a young man whistled at Margot.\n\n\"Hey, momma, ditch your sissy boyfriend and let me show you a good time,\" he yelled, grabbing his crotch. \"I'll bet my cock is twice as long as what he's packing.\" His fellows laughed with them as Margot turned beet red.\n\n\"Just ignore them,\" Jeff whispered, moving his hand to her back. They quickened their pace until they turned a corner and slowed down. He could feel her body warming under his hand. \"Do you feel alright?\"\n\n\"It's embarrassing,\" she said. \"My heart is pounding though. I don't know if it's from them, or from you.\"\n\nJeff lowered his hand and cupped her ass, giving her a soft squeeze. She jumped ahead with surprise and he flashed a devilish smile, \"I want to be the one who makes your heart race.\" \n\nThey reached her apartment and she led him to her bedroom. Margot went to her dresser and began to flip her framed pictures face-down, then hesitated when she reached the icon of Jesus. Jeff sat at the edge of her bed and watched.\n\n\"If you're not ready now,\" he started, \"I can wait. I don't want this to feel weird. It's best if you can relax and enjoy it.\"\n\n\"No, I'm ready,\" she said, turning around. \"I want you... I want you to...\" Margot struggled to make a complete sentence. \"Let's, let's get-\" \n\n\"Let's get ready to RUMBLE!\" Jeff shouted, then began to bounce on the bed. His little dance made her laugh and her posture softened. She walked to him, until she stood between his legs. \n\nJeff slowly pulled her closer, until she straddled his lap. He brushed her hair behind her ears and kissed her gently. He felt her lips tremble as he pressed and released, inviting her to join him. It didn't take long. He felt her lean into him and he began to kiss her neck and shoulders. He slid his hands under her shirt and felt her bare back as he held her. He deftly unhooked her bra with one hand and massaged the spot under it, eliciting a soft moan from Margot.\n\n\"Does that feel good,\" he whispered, \"do you like it when I touch you like that?\" He dropped his other hand under her pants and squeezed her ass. \"What about this? Do you like the feeling my hand on your ass?\"\n\nMargot closed her eyes and nodded. \"Mmm hmm.\"\n\n\"Say it, tell me that you like it when I grab your ass.\" He punctuated his words with firm squeezes.\n\n\"I, hah! I like it! Hah! I like ahh-\"\n\n\"Assssss,\" he said, teasing her more.\n\n\"I like it! Ass! Tushy! Ass!\" she blurted. Margot nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder as his fingers slide between her cheeks and he stroked her panties.\n\n\"You're such a good girl,\" he said, \"you're already a little wet, do you know that? I can feel it, can't you?\" He pressed the fabric against her slit and she stiffened her back and gasped. \"It's okay, it's okay. You've got me so fucking horny right now. I want you to see for yourself, to feel it.\"\n\nMargot looked down between them and placed her palm on his crotch. She traced the outline of his hard cock under his jeans and she pulled herself off his lap. \"Can I see it?\" she asked.\n\n\"See what,\" Jeff said, standing with her. \"Tell me. Say it.\" He leaned in close against her neck and said, \"say, 'cock.'\"\n\nMargot shivered when his hot breath hit her skin. \"Cc-cock,\" she murmured. \"Let me see you pe...your cock.\"\n\n\"Good girl,\" he replied, rubbing her sides. He stood back and took off his shirt, then unbuckled his pants. He let them fall to the floor and he stepped out of them, his black briefs stretched by his manhood. He hooked his thumbs under his waistband and peeled them down to his ankles. Margot hid her face with her hands and looked away, and Jeff reclined on the bed. He grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly. \"It's okay, Margot, it won't bite. Now you. You're turn.\"\n\nMargot undressed and stood by the bed in her panties. She crossed her arms around her bare chest and hesitated. \"Don't look at me,\" she said.\n\n\"Why wouldn't I look at such a beautiful woman? You are so hot, don't you know?\" he asked, reaching for her panties. She moved closer and let him tug on the elastic. As they slid off her hips, the wet fabric stuck to her pussy for a moment, then peeled away with a thin string of cream. \"Oh God,\" she moaned, \"I went number one myself.\"\n\nJeff shook his head. \"It's not pee, love. It's perfectly natural when you're aroused. Come to bed.\" He made room for her and she laid down next to him. He kissed her, caressing her breasts and sides until he felt her muscles relax. \"I want to help you feel good, Margot. Will you let me?\"\n\n\"I want that,\" she said softly.\n\nJeff kneeled between her spread legs and massaged her clit with his thumb. She hid her face again in her hands and he stopped. \"You're not ready if you can't look.\"\n\n\"Wait,\" she said, sitting up. \"Please, don't stop.\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\" He rested his hand on her mound but didn't move.\n\n\"Please, that felt good.\"\n\n\"What felt good?\"\n\n\"When you touched my private parts.\"\n\n\"It's your clit, Margot,\" he said, moving his thumb again. \"Own it.\"\n\n\"My clit,\" she said with more confidence. \"Keep touching my clit.\"\n\n\"I'll do one better,\" he said and bent down. He licked her pussy with the flat of his tongue, flicking her clit with the tip. Margot arched her back and clutched the bed sheets. He lapped at her sex, watching her bend at his ministrations. True to her word, she kept her eyes open and watched him lick her sensitive folds.\n\n\"Oh, God,\" she moaned and grabbed a tuft of his hair as she climaxed. She panted and squeezed his head between her legs as her orgasm took control of her body. Jeff stroked her thighs and belly until she released him, and he licked his shiny lips.\n\n\"That was cunnilingus,\" he said. \"How do you feel?\"\n\n\"I...I don't have words.\"\n\n\"That's the beauty of sex, love.\" He slid back up next to her and traced her cheeks with his hand. \"Your body expresses your feelings for you.\"\n\n\"What did my body tell you?\" she asked. \n\nHe smiled and said, \"Something something...fucking fuck, I believe.\" \n\nMargot laughed and rested her head on his chest. Jeff ran his hand up and down: over her hair, back, and ass. She kissed his chest, letting his nipple brush against her cheek. \"I didn't know guys were sensitive there too.\"\n\n\"We are. Look at what you're doing to me when you tease me like that.\" \n\nShe looked at his throbbing cock, dripping with pre-cum. She held it and it twitched in her hand. \"Oh God, it's so hot.\"\n\n\"Mmm hmm, you did that, love.\" He pulled her chin to look at her. \"Do you want me to fuck you?\"\n\n\"Yes, ff...fuh\"\n\n\"It's okay if you don't want to say it.\" he said, putting his finger against her lips. He rolled her off and got of bed, then fished out a condom from his wallet. He put it on and got back into bed, his cock pressed against her mound. \"Are you ready?\"\n\nShe nodded, and Jeff moved lower, positioning the head of his cock against her slit. He pushed in and stopped, letting her get used to his thickness. Margot gasped but didn't stop looking at him. She grabbed his arms as he began to slowly move deeper inside her. Jeff pulled out and she let out a sigh, then arched her back again as he moved back into her slick pussy. \n\nHe felt her tight muscles pulse around his cock, his head hitting something inside. As he eventually pushed past it, Margot screamed and dug into his arms. He pulled out loomed over her, motionless, letting her catch her breath. She smiled and reached for his cock, then guided it back into her pussy. Jeff thrust into her again, and Margot moaned. He moved faster, watching her expression carefully.\n\n\"Yes, yes, ff-fuh...\" she groaned. Jeff nibbled on her neck as her hips found his rhythm. \"Yes, fuck me,\" she whispered.\n\n\"You're so fucking good,\" he said, thrusting deeper. He felt his balls boil and he grunted, \"I'm gonna cum,\" then pushed hard into her. Margot pressed against the headboard with her hands for leverage as he held her hips and came hard. When he finished, he pulled out of her and fell over her sweaty body. \n\n\"Baby, I am so happy you were my first,\" she said. \n\n\"How do you feel?\"\n\nShe looked at him with half open eyes. \"Fucking fantastic.\"\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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"content": "Luck is a powerful force, you know? Winning the lottery off of minuscule odds can set you up for life. Crossing a road five seconds earlier can be the difference from a speeding car ramming straight through all your bones.\n\nThis amulet of luck, as I called it, seemed to make that invisible force flow around me. I put it on for the first time when I was cleaning the cobwebbed cabinets of the nasty apartment I'd been forced to move into. It was tucked away in a dusty corner yet it still shone brilliantly as if it had been put under pristine care for every second of its existence...\n\nTwo days later, a company scandal was exposed. Whole place went down, but the severance package would cover me for a year in this place. Then, a manager of a graphics design company called me early the day after, informing me that they loved my portfolio, and wanted an interview.\n\nTwo months passed by, and as I strutted along the halls to my new office that I'd obtained from a recent promotion, I continued learning more and more about the amulet's mystical power. It seemed that luck would eventually grant my strongest desire in due time, so long as it was tightly clasped around my neck.\n\nI bumped into another girl in the halls, without either of us noticing the other before it was too late, on one quick walk to grab some coffee. As fate would have it, I ended up face first into the girl's fair bosom as we tumbled to the ground, like a comically bad scenario had come to life. To my surprise, she simply blushed, and as she handed me back my notebook, I noticed that a phone number had been scribbled in the margin.\n\nBut when night rolls around, and I lay quiet in my queen sized bed, the amulet begins to stir. When you use such a power to flow things around you, it eventually returns like the tide. Sometimes softly. \n\nAnd sometimes crashing.\n\nThe amulet would glow, burn brighter than a blinding star before ropes would shoot out of it, snaking themselves along my body before forcefully grabbing my wrists and tying them in an inescapable knot. The chain of the amulet would break off for a moment, wrapping around my bedpost ten times over before reconnecting and acting like a leash with no give, even restricting my breathing. A ball gag would find its way inside my mouth, accompanied by a blindfold and earplugs, as if to take away as many of my senses as possible.\n\nI would not hear the buzzing of a vibrator when it started, only feel it as it found its way to the perfect spot for teasing. The rope that coiled around my legs thereafter only served to secure it and dig it deeper in.\n\nEvery night, some variation of this would occur. I discovered the correlation between it's magnitude and my use of the power, when I willed my luck to make my latest art piece a viral sensation, and I ended up spending the night in a strict armbinder, the necklace turned posture collar, and a powerful vibrator for each erogenous zone on the body, that enslaved me for a night of that pleasurable hell.\n\nMy guess is that this was the necklace's punishment, the cost of using this divine power to sway my daylife was to punish me by night. If that was the case...\n\nThen I must be the luckiest gal in the world."
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"content": "If you took a walk down the right nameless side street, off Ciel Plaza, and walked in through the doors of the building on your left, you'd find yourself in one HELL of a place. Some people might consider it a brothel at first glance, but Breeders was a professional medical clinic-- one that specialized in getting the women who wanted to be, pregnant.\n\nIt was a small establishment, but it got regular waves of big business that kept it and the people working there afloat. Plenty of women would pay well for a good knocking-up, and sign just about any paperwork to get it done right. Some wanted children, others got off on it, and some had more complex, medical reasons.\n\nThere were legal hurdles in establishing Breeders, but it was a success from a financial standpoint. A job at Breeders was a sweet gig for any man who still had his swimmers-- though being handsome helped as well.\n\nIn the waiting room, Ben stood and cast his eyes over the few occupied seats-- a part-timer too young to perform the actual breeding duties, he was relegated to working with the few women employed full time at Breeders (who thus always had the option of getting knocked up for free during their break, and often joked about doing it, but never did).\n\n\"Miss Watson?\" He asked, reading the name off his notepad since the computers were down, \"Leblanc is ready for you now.\"\n\nThe woman who stood wore sunglasses-- despite the fact that Breeders had no windows-- and a formal, black dress one might expect to see on a lady CEO. She tugged her jacket closer around herself and click-click-clicked out of the waiting room and after Ben, who climbed a short staircase, opened the door to a room and beckoned her in.\n\nThe door locked behind her, and Miss Watson's eyes swept the room. It was designed to look rather like an office. Standing in the room with her was a man in black slacks, a clean white shirt, and a sky blue tie. He was watching her through thin-framed, rectangular glasses that glared with the reflection of the strip of lights above them. He sat against the edge of the desk with an air of quiet confidence that spoke to him being used to what he was supposed to do to her. *About* to do to her, she realized, and she felt a chill despite her jacket.\n\nMiss Watson's figure was not one to be suppressed, and despite her short jacket done up over her chest and the modest dress under it, the mature swell of her breasts and the curve of her waist to her hips were loudly displayed to the employee.\n\n\"You must be Leblanc,\" She said cooly, matching his gaze. He nodded firmly, but said nothing, and she saw serene, dark eyes behind his glasses-- ones which matched the short hair that rose above his scalp, modestly coiffed into a handsome, sweeping brush cut. His arms, folded across his chest, seemed as if they'd break from his sleeves.\n\n\"And... you're the one who's going to...\" She cleared her throat daintily, \"Im-preg-nate me?\" She spaced the syllables in a nervous, stilted manner that made her sound less like a woman and more like a *girl*. God, this whole thing was embarrassing. Why had she not just gone for the artificial option?\n\nHe nodded again, this time closing his eyes briefly before breaking his silence. \"Would you like a drink?\"\n\nShe blinked. \"Puh-pardon?\"\n\n\"A drink,\" He repeated, stepping around the desk in but a few casual strides. \"You seem tense. We can have a drink, chat, roleplay...\"\n\nMiss Watson rested a hand gently on her chest. She'd signed the waivers, so she might as well get comfortable and go through with it. \"Perhaps a drink would help, yes.\"\n\nHe opened a drink cabinet behind the desk. \"I've got wine, whiskey...\"\n\n\"I've not had a good whiskey in some time,\" She confessed, \"Why not.\"\n\nHe produced a pair of tumblers and opened a square bottle of some amber drink with a deep BWOMP. \"Ice?\"\n\n\"Yes, please.\"\n\nA few thick ice-cubes fell into the glass with a clatter and he filled them up. As he came back around, he pulled out a chair-- one that he'd been standing in front of before, and set it out for her. \"Sit.\" She did, and accepted the cold glass as he handed to her. She took a sip, let it mingle in her mouth with some of the cool air around her, then swallowed and took a slow outward breath. She felt the heat in her throat travel to her stomach, and when she looked back at him, he was perched on the desk again, watching her.\n\n\"What?\"\n\n\"Nothing,\" He replied, taking a sip. \"Can I appreciate a pretty client?\"\n\nShe flushed. \"Oh stop.\"\n\n\"Compliments are free. Complimentary, even.\"\n\nShe huffed at the pun, begrudgingly amused. \"What am I going to do with this one,\" She muttered, going for another sip.\n\n\"Apparently, bear my child,\" He muttered back, into the rim of his own cup.\n\nMiss Watson choked in surprised, then swallowed painfully. She shot him a stern glare that made most of her employees shrink in fear. \"Don't do that!\"\n\nTo her surprise, he merely smirked before deftly draining his glass.\n\n\"Or what?\""
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"content": "Cord awoke from his slumber, confused and embarrassed. *This is the third time,* he thought as he flexed his fingers and the cold, wet webs of his own cum spread between them. *Gods, why is this happening now?* He wiped his hands on his breeches and walked out of his tent. In the pre-dawn light, he washed his hands in the stream behind the tent and splashed the cold water on his salt-and-pepper beard. Nocturnal emissions were fine, expected even, if one were a hormonal virgin lad, but Cord was neither. He tried to remember the last time he laid with a woman, and his mind brought back visions of the busty maiden from Ashby, the rosy-cheeked girl with wanton desires for men in his line of work. \"Ah, Willa,\" he sighed, looking at the morning sky. She was his last, before the witch's curse turned him into an hair-trigger *trebuchet* around women.\n\nHe sat at the communal table in the center of the encampment and looked for the liar in the group. Each of the newly minted knights and their retinue swore to chivalry before joining the war, and yet, Cord thought, the proof that one of them was harboring a mistress was a plain as the semen under his fingernails. Under other circumstances, Cord would have flayed the knight in public and sent the woman back home, but the Lord's mandate and was broad and swordsmen, steel-willed or not, were in short supply. \n\n\"Ho! Good day, Cord,\" shouted Piper, his second, as he left his tent. \"The lads and I will be going to the western woods to hunt for breakfast. Will you join us, or sit on that stool like a broken old lady?\"\n\n\"The only thing broken is your useless cock,\" he retorted. \"Though I think you'd fare better in battle using *that* instead of your broadsword. You swing like a child. Nay, I'll not join your hunting party but I'll see you off before.\" Cord would use the opportunity to review the \"squires\" left behind. \n\nCord assessed the mounted men as they gathered for the hunt. Most of them looked eager to be out of the encampment, to do anything but wait for orders. *Undisciplined*, he thought as he scanned each person carefully, looking for a tell. The newest men, who joined *en masse* a few days ago, were the loudest and in his estimation, the ones most likely to get killed in a skirmish. As they rode off, horns blaring, Cord returned to the tents and looked for the woman.\n\nHe found the lads, cleaning and polishing their masters' equipment. They worked together but in silence, only speaking to each other when they needed a brush or a spot of oil. He walked around the circle, focusing his mind on his cock like a divining rod, searching for water. He looped around them several times but felt nothing in his loins. \n\n\"Lads,\" Cord commanded as they finished their tasks. \"You all look filthy as pigs. I want you all to go to the river and clean up.\" He heard a little grumbling from the crowd. Some of them probably guessed that the water would be frigid at this time of day, but they were likely to need a bath the most. \"Come on then, no exceptions.\"\n\nHe followed them to the river's edge and watched them strip out of their dirty clothes. While some of the fatter ones had floppy chests that could give a bar wench a run for her money, all of them had the necessary kits below the waist. He left them and grumbled, walking back to camp. He jabbed the smoldering campfire with a stick when \nhe heard the hunting party's horn in the distance. It was not the melody that signaled success: it was the signal for battle.\n\n\"Gods, no!\" he exclaimed. \"An ambush!\" Cord slung his sword to his waist and donned his light armor before mounting his fastest steed. The hunting party would only be a few miles away, he thought as he rode towards them. As he entered the woods, he could hear the clash of metal against metal, somewhere in the distance. He rode faster, trusting his horse to find its footing on the uneven terrain. \n\nThe *clangs* grew louder, punctuated by screams of men. Cord saw two of his newest knights with their throats slit, bodies draped over a fallen log. He could see the main party in a clearing, outnumbered by raiders. He unsheathed his sword and screamed ahead. His war cry grabbed their attention and his fellow knights roared back to life. The raiders charged him, but on the open ground, Cord's steed was faster. He flanked the raiders and his first strike plunged his sword into the narrowly exposed flesh of a raider's neck. He didn't need to look back to know he was dead. \n\n\"Look alive, lads!\" yelled Piper, bleeding from one eye. \"Form up and repel!\"\n\nThe raiders may have gotten the initial advantage with their ambush, but when Cord appeared, his men suddenly remembered their training and began to fight as a unit. They fought with their minds, as well as their might as they clashed with the raiders. They parried the raider's blows, drawing them closer to get in lethal range. The invigorated knights pushed the raiders back and sent them fleeing into the woods. They cheered for their victory but one knight screamed and gave chase. \"Come back!\" Cord yelled. \"They're setting another trap!\"\n\nThe knight was two paces ahead of him as he re-entered the woods. Cord knew the knight was stupid enough to go this far, he just hoped he had enough brains to stay alive. The knight was still racing on his horse when the raiders sprung the trap. A log rose from the ground, too quick for the knight's horse to jump it. The beast screamed in pain as it flung the knight forward, flipping him head over heels. The raiders came out from behind the trees and rushed towards the falling knight, expecting an easy kill, but hesitated when the knight landed and somersaulted into a fighting posture, sword aimed at them. *This knight has skills*, Cord thought as he dismounted and joined the fray. \n\nHis mind resolved the lethal calculus: six raiders against two, distance closing, rocky ground and dense trees. In a moment he was upon them, taking on two raiders at a time. Cord could see their next moves, the way they pivoted their shoulders, telling him exactly how to counter and reply to their attack. The closest raider's downward strike missed by a wide margin, and Cord reward him with a sword thrust between his ribs. He threw up a blood as Cord pulled out and blocked the other raider's sword. Cord's focus narrowed as he pulled out a dagger and slashed his throat. He couldn't waste time to watch them fall, there were four more on his fellow knight.\n\nTwo more, he noticed. The other knight had dispatched two raiders, slashing open their chest and guts. Still, Cord could see him tiring. The last two raiders were more experienced, wearing him down with strikes meant to waste his energy. Cord screamed to get their attention but they stayed focused on their prey. Their tactic worked, the knight was too slow to block a slash and a raider's blade crossed over his chest. Cord's fury was unlocked. He moved faster to block the raider's fatal blow and punted him into a tree. He pivoted his blade and drove the tip into the raider's face, then threw his dagger at the final opponent. \n\nCord fell to his knees, panting from the exertion. He crawled over to his fellow knight, slumped against a tree, but still breathing. \"You fool,\" he said pulling a cloth from his belt pouch. \"Do you think raiders are that stupid?\"\n\n\"No, master,\" the knight said, coughing. \"But I could not let them go. These men, they took something from me, a long time ago.\" \n\nCord untied the lashings that bound the knights tunic to get at the wound. He was surprised to find his torso already bound with linen straps, darkening with blood. He took out his dagger and cut the straps, but his cock told him what he didn't see yet. The knight's breasts blossomed and rested on her torso as Cord applied a salve to the wound on her belly.\n\n\"You're lucky, it's just a minor wound,\" he said, pressing it in. She winced as he reused her straps to close the wound better. As he worked, he cursed his condition that made his cock rock hard at that moment. He was sure she could see it bulging from his breeches. \"I should leave you here, so you can go home without notice. The lord does not allow women in his army.\"\n\n\"Why? Do I not fight with valor?\"\n\n\"You are very skilled, indeed. But as you can see,\" he said, looking down, \"you also are a distraction.\"\n\nShe reached over and grasped his thigh. \"Up until now, you thought I was a fellow knight. We have spilled blood together. We are bonded in battle. Doesn't that count for anything?\"\n\nShe grazed his crotch and Cord's cock exploded with cum, bending him over with pleasure. He nearly fell on top of her but managed to outstretch his arm and hold himself over her. She looked at him with pleading eyes and stroked his beard. \"How long as it been? Since you've been with a woman?\"\n\n\"A curse, put upon me many years ago,\" he said, \"no woman wants a man who cannot perform.\"\n\n\"Oh, I thought you performed admirably,\" she replied. \"In battle, that is. You may wish to believe me or not, but I prefer to watch men in ruin, rather than being a scabbard for their swords.\"\n\n\"Well then,\" he said, lifting her up. \"Perhaps we can come to an understanding.\" He could feel his cock ache again as he found her hidden curves. \"I let you continue to fight, and you continue to watch me in ruins.\"\n\nShe tied her breasts back down and wore her tunic backwards to cover the wound. Cord was going to lift her onto his mount but she shook her head. \"You wouldn't let a rogue knight on after breaking ranks like that. I'll walk out.\" \n\n\"As you will,\" he said as he mounted the horse. \"Let's go back to camp.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome. Would anyone like to see this continued?"
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"content": "(Sorry but I went for semi-wholesome.)\n\n“The APA has officially announced that starting today homosexuality is no classified as a mental illness...”\n\nEllen twitched the tv in her pool room intently and with a big smile. \n\n“Frankie did you hear that!”\n\nHer girlfriend Franchesca walked around the pool table, lining up her shot. \n\n“Great so we’re not diseased but we’re still not allowed to be love. “\n\nShe cracks her shot ad Ellen sighs. \n\n“It’s a start...”\n\n“Yeah. But will that change the looks our neighbors give us when walk hand in hand, will the waiter at Yankee Diner stop accidentally spilling our food, can we get married?”\n\n“Can’t you...”\n\n“What? Just be happy? This has been most of my life. It’ll take a lot more then that to erase my bitterness. “\n\nHer voice cracked as tears formed in her eyes. She looked down, not wanting to cry. Ellen walks over and wraps her arms around her as Frankie starts to cry more. \n\n“I wish there was a place we could just run away to. A place where we wouldn’t be those lesbians, we’d just be Ellen and Franchesca. Two people in love...”\n\nEllen rubs her back. \n\n“Shh...this is a start...it’ll be slow but things will change...”\n\nEllen looked over at the playpen where their adopted son slept peacefully. \n\n“Things will be better for us and everyone like us...before you know it we’ll be fitting Scotty for a cute little ring bearers suit. “\n\nFrankie smiled and wiped her tears and stood up, embracing her girlfriend. \n\n“I’m sorry honey...”\n\n“It’s ok Frankie...I love you.”\n\n“I love you too. “\n\nThey both looked up at the tv as the reported continued.\n\n“One small step for man...one giant leap for homosexuals...”\n\nFrankie started to laugh and playfully slapped her girlfriends arm."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: My gf's sister and I are being blackmailed to fuck each other for our blackmailer's viewing pleasure over the webcam as s/he is giving us instructions. | [
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"content": "“Now unzip his pants.” The synthesized voice commanded from the laptop, the screen and webcam facing the two on the bed. The blonde woman took a big gulp and reached a shaky hand out, her fingers fumbling with the button for a moment. Stacy kept her gaze locked onto Jason’s crotch, feeling his eyes watch her as she peeled open his slacks. She knew what was coming next, grabbing the sides of Jason’s pants and pulled them down slowly.\n\n“Eager today, Stacy?” the garbled voice mocked, causing the young woman to flash a scowl at the webcam. The mysterious watcher laughed as the woman went back to her task at hand, Jason raising his hips off the mattress and helping her. With his underwear and pants now off the two were stark naked, precariously awaiting the next instruction.\n\n“Well, go ahead Stacy, suck his cock.” the voice commanded. The woman hesitated for a moment as she faced Jason, her eyes glancing at his half stiff manhood.\n\n“You don’t want these photos getting out to your family and friends, now do you?” the muffled voice quickly threatened, seeing the girl refusing to take action. With a loud sigh Stacy leaned down and grabbed ahold of the man’s prick, unerotically wrapping her lips around his cock head. Jason watched as the blonde’s head began to move up and down, his dick immediately becoming rock hard as his girlfriend sister began to blow him.\n\n“And what would Amy do if she caught you right now, Jason?” The watcher asked in a mocking tone. Jason’s eyes flicked over to the unlocked bedroom door, his mind racing. If his brunette girlfriend were to walk in right now she would scream, slap the man and definately break up with him. He knew what would happen, and his heart dropped.\n\n“She’d kill me.” He admitted quietly, stuck where he was. Both he and Stacy were forced to do these acts, as this mysterious stranger had contacted them about secrets they kept, blackmailing them into this situation. Stacy glanced up with those baby blue eyes, feeling a bit of pity for her sister’s boyfriend. She would kill him if she found out, but Stacy wasn’t going to tell anyone. She was forced to be here too and hated the idea of what she was doing.\n\n“Don’t worry, I’m sure she won’t find out as long as you two continue to do what I say.” the stranger insisted in that mocking tone. Stacy kept up with her performance, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked on Jason’s cock in a methodical, rhythmic pace. The man let out a small moan as he watched the blonde work his prick, surprised. She might be better than her sister.\n\n“Alright now, Stacy, why don’t you lay back and let Jason taste you.” The synthesized voice commanded almost questioningly. In a flash the blonde pulled her lips off Jason’s soaked cock, sitting up for a moment as she took a few deep breaths and wiped away spittle on her lips. Jason leaned up on his elbows, taking a long look at the woman as she adjusted on the bed a laid back, admiring her beautiful figure. Stacy was quite attractive with her long dirty blonde hair, curvy figure and quite a large pair of tits. With a half smile he watched he spread her smooth, thick legs as she was told, offering her trimmed, blonde pussy to the man. \n\n“Jason?” Stacy puzzled, and the man snapped out of his stupor, moving about the bed until his upper body lay between those two thick thighs, his face a mere inch from Stacy’s slit. Without hesitation he leaned forward and ran his tongue up and down a set of soft pussy lips, spreading the woman open slightly each time. Jason heard a quiet gasp as he plunged his tongue into the girl, his hands slipping under and grabbing those thighs firmly. Eagerly he licked and lapped at the woman’s slit, flicking his tongue over her clit before driving it back inside her, hoping he was performing as well as she did on him. Stacy squirmed and moaned quietly under the man’s hungry mouth, biting her lip and trying to hold back any sounds that might give them away to the other people in the house. Stacy definitely didn’t want Amy to hear them and come investigate.\n\n“That’s enough Jason.” The voice commanded after a long moment of watching the woman get eaten out and obviously enjoying it. The two slowly stopped and watched the laptop screen, the only view was the image of themselves looking back.\n\n“Get on top and fuck her now.” Jason didn’t hesitate as he crawled over the young woman, his eyes trailing up her naked body as he did. Stacy slid her hands up the man’s back, almost accepting him like she would a lover, and he leaned himself down between her legs.\n\nThose baby blue eyes stared into his as he eased lower, Stacy’s beautiful lips parting in a half moan as he began to enter her. Reaching down he grabbed ahold of his own hard cock, easing inside Stacy past the tip, forcing a moan out of him as well. Jason couldn’t help but lean down and kiss the woman as he pushed his cock deeper, softly pressing his crotch against hers as he rested as far as he could inside her. Breaking the kiss Jason pulled his hips back and rocked forward, sensations of pure extacy beginning to well within the two.\n\n“You like his cock, don’t you Stacy?” The scrambled voice asked mockingly again, watching as the woman nodded under the handsome man. Her eyes were locked onto Jason’s, watching his expressions as he fucked her, the mysterious stranger unsatisfied.\n\n“Then say it. Tell him.” The stranger commanded dryly. Stacy let out a little whimper as Jason pressed himself as deep as he could go again.\n\n“I….I love his cock.” Stacy whispered to Jason. The voice from the laptop scolded her immediately, and the woman sheepishly admitted it again.\n\n“I love your cock Jason!” She whimpered even louder, spurring the man on. He thrusted a little faster this time, enamored with the way it sounded like Stacy was telling the truth. Leaning down, he kissed her deeply as they fucked, the concerns about his girlfriend slipping away in that moment. Their tongues played as they kissed, Stacy’s hands roaming the man’s strong back, entangled like two young lovers.\n\n“Harder Jason!” The voice demanded, snapping the two back to reality. Jason broke the kiss as he sat up, angling his hips before giving the girl a firm thrust. Stacy arched back as she felt Jason’s thick cock pound against her womanhood, moans and gasps escaping her lips. The bed began to shake as Jason slammed against the young woman hard, grunting as he felt her quiver under him, his own panting breaths growing louder as well. The two devolved into thrusts and moans, both sets of hips now working in unison to help Jason’s cock drive as deep as he could inside Stacy.\n\nAs the young couple moaned and rocked together, Jason leaned down and hovered over the gorgeous Stacy for a moment. She couldn’t help herself, leaning up and kissing the man deeply again, her hands grabbing at his head and running fingers through his hair, bringing them both to the edge. Sloppy, wild kisses muffled their cries and whimpers, Stacy feeling the man throb and swell inside her, and in the moment that was all she ever desired. With a loud groan Jason thrusted hard, feeling himself begin to explode, his prick shooting thick ropes of cum inside his girlfriends sister. Stacy was in pure sensual bliss as she began to orgasm as well, the two squirming and rocking together, revelling in their moment of sexual release.\n\n***\n\nAmy smiled as she shut the laptop lid, shifting in her chair with a bare leg thrown over the arm. She never thought that blackmail would work out as well as it did, and already began formulating more plans to make her sister and her boyfriend fuck again for her pleasure. Pulling two fingers out of her soaked cunt, she popped them in her mouth and sucked them clean, still horny. Maybe she would go mess with Jason a bit and make him fuck a second time today?"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] She was a Harpy from the countryside, who moved to the city with dreams of being the next big music star. Sure she can be a bit bird brained, and prone to causing trouble. But you genuinely enjoy her company, and how she makes city life a little less boring. | [
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"content": "As Vaughn held the door open for Connie Rae, he paused to think about the good manners his momma instilled in him. She brought him to church every week, and he diligently attended Sunday school until he was twelve, when he lost his faith. *There ain't no angels, momma*, he remembered telling her, *Not real ones*. That was a long time ago, long before he met Connie Rae. \n\nHe wasn't sure if he held the door just to appear nice, or if he was a genuinely nice person. Connie Rae smiled and gave him a grateful nod as she passed him. Opening doors was a difficult task when you don't have arms or hands. When Connie Ray first moved to the city, she crashed through *so many* glass doors.\n\n\"This is so exciting,\" she said as they were seated at a table. Connie Rae clutched the edge of the chair with her talons and nestled into the seat. Vaughn used to prefer booths at restaurants but dating Connie Rae meant sacrificing a bit of privacy to gain a lot more space for wings. Of course, dating a harpy meant that they always got more than few gawkers. Harpies were still relatively rare sights in Memphis.\n\n\"What are you having?\" she asked him, looking over the menu. \"I've never had sushi before.\"\n\n\"I can order for you, if you'd like. I think you'd really like *chirashi*. It's a little less...fussy with the preparation than maki or sushi, so you really get to taste the flavors of the raw fish.\"\n\n\"I trust you,\" she replied. Vaughn looked into her large, black eyes and believed her.\n\nWhen the food arrived, Vaughn's dinner was served on a tray shaped like a boat. The waiter placed a small pedestal before Connie Rae, then lowered the platter of *chirashi* on it. \"For the *yokai*,\" he muttered, before retreating back to the kitchen. Vaughn stared daggers at him.\n\n\"This looks so pretty,\" she said bending down. She nudged a slice of tuna to separate it from the other pieces, but it held firm. \"Would you mind if I just, eat it like back home?\"\n\n\"How do you eat fish back home?\"\n\n\"Well, the fish are usually more lively, and we don't take small bites.\" She stuck out her long tongue and lapped at the fish, trying to grab one piece and failing. Vaughn reached over and grabbed the tuna with three fingers and held it up for her. \"You're such a gentleman,\" she cooed. \n\nHer magical voice sent shivers down his spine. She closed her mouth over his fingers and sucked them, slathering them with her tongue as she pulled and swallowed the fish. Her lips were full and firm, sliding effortlessly over his digits. Vaughn felt his manhood stiffen in his pants as she continued licking his skin, the sensitive folds between his fingers, tracing patterns on his palm. She pulled away and licked her lips.\n\n\"That was delicious, Vaughn, thank you,\" she said. \"May I have another?\"\n\nHe reached under the table to adjust himself. \"Absolutely, Connie Rae. I just need a minute.\" He pinched another slice and dipped it in soy sauce, then fed it to her. Connie Rae ate it with the same gusto, each time, his cock throbbed, desperate for attention. \n\n\"You should eat, Vaughn, your food is getting cold.\"\n\n'Warm, I guess would be more apt,\" he replied. \"Besides, I'm feeling hungry for something else.\"\n\n\"Oh? Well my Momma always told me to eat when you can, because you'll never know when the next meal will come.\"\n\n'She sounds wise.\" Vaughn grabbed a spicy tuna roll with his chopsticks and ate it. \n\n\"Can I try some?\" she asked. Vaughn grabbed another piece and fed her. \"Mmm, it tastes different, and there's something on it, that green stuff. Hhaaa!\" she exclaimed as her tongue reached the wasabi. Connie Rae's wings spread open and she flapped them wildly, knocking down the tables adjacent to them. Vaughn rushed over before she could fall to the ground, holding her back with one arm under a wing, and held a glass of water for her to sip. He watched her ruffled feathered chest rise and fall, revealing a hint of her soft breasts underneath. She took one last sip before sitting down again.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" he said, \"I should have warned you about the wasabi.\"\n\n\"Do you like that? The little bit of sharp pain with your meal?\"\n\nVaughn thought about Connie Rae's talons, digging into his hips when they made love. \"Yeah, I guess I do.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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"content": "”Emelia?” Anabelle called out as she looked into the empty kitchen. “Shouldn’t you have started working on dinner?”\n\nEmelia peaked out of the living room with a smile. “Sure, but Will said not to, I think he has some sort of surprise planned.” She beamed.\n\n“Why? It’s not any of our anniversaries is it?” Anabelle asked as Emelia came out of the living room and started tugging on Anabelle’s coat to get it off.\n\n“Does he need a reason to plan a surprise?” Emelia asked as she got the coat off of her sister. She hung it up on the coat rack and leaned in close to Anabelle looking up expectantly into her blue eyes, they had both inherited that sky blue color from their mother.\n\n“I suppose not.” Anabelle conceded and gave Emelia the kiss she was waiting for, her baby sisters lips were as full and soft as they had been on their wedding day. Anabelle wrapped her arms around the small frame of her wife as the kiss deepened and when it finally broke Anabelle could feel a warmth in her cheeks.\n\n“Did you have a good day at work?” Emelia sighed happily as she stayed leaned against Anabelle. \n\n“It wasn’t anything to write home about.” Anabelle said absentmindedly as her hand slowly traced its way down Emelia’s back and came to rest on her soft ass. Anabelle might have inherited their mother’s amble bosom along with her blue eyes, but Emelia had built herself an amazing ass to make up for her lack of chest.\n\n“I know, since you didn’t reply on facebook once.” Emelia said with that pout that used to get her whatever she wanted from their parents, and now did the same with her wife.\n\n“Sorry, I’ll make it up to you somehow.” Anabelle said and Emelia snuck a small kiss onto her lips.\n\n“Then just don’t let go for a while.” Emelia purred and Anabelle pulled her a little tighter, giving her ass a squeeze.\n\n“Did you feel lonely?” Anabelle asked and Emelia gave a small nod as her cheeks flushed slightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t reply sooner, it’s just hard to concentrate on work when I’m thinking about you all alone- waiting for me.” She whispered the last few words into Emelia’s ear and felt her shiver in her arms.\n\n“That’s-“ Emelia whimpered slightly as Anabelle’s hand began massaging her ass in soft slow circles. “-understandable. I did mean to distract you, maybe with a few pictures.” She giggled. \n\n“Maybe you can model for me later then?” Anabelle asked. “I’ll probably be a pretty hands on photographer though.” She added and squeezed Emelia’s ass hard.\n\n“I would like that.” Emelia moaned as Anabelle caught her lips in a kiss.\n\n“I’ll be happy to be your lighting technician then.” Will said as he wrapped his arms around the both of them. “Cause the two of you are clearly too distracted to pay much attention.” He smirked. His two wives didn’t break their kiss but one arm from each of them did wrap around his back pulling him into the shared embrace. He held them close and just watched the two of them kiss with love in his eyes, he stroked their backs softly but made sure to keep his face a short distance away so not to steal the kiss.\n\nThe kiss lasted for over a minute and when it finally broke Emelia immediately turned and kissed Will instead. It was a deep hungry kiss but after less than 20 seconds Anabelle’s hand gave her a small slap on the ass to remind her not to hog the lips and Emelia broke the kiss to let Anabelle have her turn. Anabelle’s kiss was a more proper, not as demanding as Emelia’s had been but Will could see the love in her eyes as they kissed and when he pulled away from it there was a hint of sadness in them that quickly faded again.\n\n“Good to see you’re both in the celebrating mood.” Will beamed and gave the both of them a light squeeze. “It’s a special day after all.”\n\n“No it’s not.” Anabelle noted. “At least not by our recollection.”\n\n“I can assure you it is.” Will said with a sly smile. “So why don’t you two go get washed up and I’ll prepare dinner.”\n\n“I guess it has to be special if you’re making dinner.” Emelia smiled as Will let go of the two of them and gave Emelia a small slap on the ass for her comment. \n\n“Don’t worry dear, I’ll get her cleaned up nicely.” Anabelle smiled still with her arms around her sister. \n\n“I know I can always count on you.” Will smiled, giving her a small kiss as the two them headed for the bathroom still in one another’s arms. \n\n--- \n\nDinner had not been all that special despite his claims, it was a tasty enough vegan dish but it had been mostly overshadowed by endless guesses about what made the day special. Anabelle had joined the dinner table in a long low cut red dress that showed off her breasts as much as possible, highlighted by the fact that her nipples poked out noticeably in the thin material. Emelia wore a short and very tight dress, so tight in fact that it barely covered her ass as she sat down to eat and Will could see enough to seriously doubt if she was wearing any underwear at all. \n\nThe 3 of them had enjoyed the meal around the small table while Will enjoyed the little guessing game he had them playing. \n\n“We’re not getting anywhere.” Anabelle finally announced. “If it’s not an anniversary, not a birthday, not a work promotion or anything in the news I don’t think we’re ever going to guess it.” \n\n“Yeah we really need a hint.” Emelia pouted but Will was less susceptible to that technique than their shared wife.\n\n“I already told you I would let you know when you got close.” Will smiled as the two sisters shot one another a glance and put their cutlery down. The two of them both scooted their chairs around the small table until they sat closely around him.\n\n“Maybe we can convince you to help us a little early?” Anabelle smiled and gave him a kiss. \n\n“We can be very accommodating if you’ll help us.” Emelia agree slipping off her chair entirely and pushing the table out of the way to straddle Will. She rubbed herself against his soft pants and caught his hands leading one of them over and placing it on Anabelle’s breast. Will gave the breast a squeeze and found the small stud in her hard nipple, playing with it through the dress and getting a soft moan from her lips as reward.\n\nHe broke off the kiss with Anabelle and pulled Emelia down towards him, but instead of kissing her himself he guided her over to her sister. The both of them looked pretty surprised but had no objections to kissing and Wills strong hands reached up to caress both of their necks. \n\n“That’s it.” He smiled lovingly and as they looked to him with surprise he held them a little firmly so they didn’t break their kiss. “It’s been ten years today, since the two of you first kissed in a romantic sense.” He smiled as realization slowly showed on their faces while they kissed. “I’d been with both of you individually and knew your feelings for me, and for each other, so I invited you over for our first combined date.” He smiled at the memory. “I made this dish and after 3 bottles of wine and a lot of crying and talking about feelings you wrapped your arms around one another and you kissed.” He let the two of them pull out of their shared kiss and they looked at him with love in their eyes. “That was when I knew I was going to marry both of you.” He smiled as both of them threw their arms around him and showered him in kisses."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A boy falls in love with a werewolf, and the werewolf in turn loves the boy. | [
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"content": "*Contains biting, and a little blood*\n***\nAs Dino reached the abandoned orchard, the sun had already set behind the hills and a cool wind blew the last leaves off of derelict branches. He looked behind at the hard scrabble path that led him to this place, high above the village, and wiped the sweat from his brow. The dotted lights from the tiny houses looked like pinholes in the darkening landscape. He wondered who would miss him now, who would even notice that he was gone. *No one, none but him*, he thought. Dino pulled a blanket from his bag and laid down under a barren tree. He spotted the first bright star in the cloudless sky and made a wish. \"Star light, star bright,\" he muttered to himself.\n\n\"What did you wish for?\" asked someone with a deep voice behind him. Dino tilted his head and strained to look into the darkness. He saw nothing in the black, but heard the dry leaves crunching under someone's slow paced footfalls. He sat up and knelt, to face whoever, or whatever was coming. A pair of yellow eyes grew in the distance, and Dino clutched his pants in anticipation. The emptiness coalesced into the form of a large, muscular man. His black hair was long and pulled back behind his ears, highlighting an angular jaw and pork chop sideburns. He only wore a tattered pair of pants, his broad chest covered in dark hair that trailed down under his waistband. \n\nDino swallowed the lump in his throat. The chill on his neck was buffeted by his own excitement, his hairs standing on end. \"Isiah, you came, like you promised,\" he said. He tried to stand but the man gently laid his large hand on Dino's shoulder. Something deep and primal in his mind compelled him to stay put. He looked up at the looming figure over him and trembled. \n\n\"Your heart is racing,\" Isiah said. He let go of his shoulder and cupped Dino's face, stroking the apples of his cheeks.\n\n\"How can you tell?\"\n\n\"I can *smell* it on you,\" he replied. \"Fear, or is it anticipation?\" Dino leaned into Isiah's hand and inhaled deeply. His palm was warm and smelled like cereal–like a puppy's paw. Isiah looked up and sighed. \"I see so much of me in you,\" he said. \n\nDino unbuttoned his shirt and ran his hands over his bare chest. The cold air was bracing, hardening his nipples under his roaming fingers. \"I want you to see more. I want to *be* more...like you.\"\n\n\"Oh, my pet? You want to be cursed, to be controlled and commanded by your basest urges?\" Isiah growled. \"Why are you so eager to lose your will?\" As the curve of the moon began to creep above the hill, Dino watched Isiah's chest heave, and lower, a bulge grew from his dark center. Dino's eyes were transfixed, unable to move but felt his own arousal throbbing below.\n\n\"What you call a curse,\" Dino said softly, \"sounds like freedom to me.\" He turned his head, gesturing to the village. \"Down there, I was shunned for my taste in men. This very orchard used to belong to a respected man named Von Miller, until he was found in bed with a seasonal helper. They were both run out of town and now, his fruit grows wild and unkempt.\" Dino clutched Isiah's thick legs. \"I want to run wild, with you.\" He buried his nose into Isiah's crotch, smelling his musky scent. He nuzzled deeper into it, until Isiah pushed him down to the blanket and pinned him. \n\nThe moon was halfway over the hill and Isiah's skin became covered in fur. His face darkened and stretched as he began his transformation. Dino laid under him, unable to move as Isiah's hot breath washed over him. He couldn't take the anguish any longer, and fumbled with their pants to release their cocks. Isiah's manhood dipped and throbbed above his own, and Dino grabbed both with his hands and stroked them together. Isiah's cock felt like hot iron, almost glowing with energy. He let out a low growl which grabbed Dino's attention. In a moment, Isiah's rugged face had morphed into a wolf's muzzle, dark fur covering every inch of bare skin, save for his hard red cock.\n\n\"Yes, Isiah,\" Dino moaned. \"Free me.\" \n\nIsiah lunged downward and bit him in the shoulder. Dino gasped and let out a yelp, the shockwave of pain radiating over his body. He arched his back and his hips lifted off the ground as he came in thin ropes over his belly. He gripped Isiah's furry sides and pulled him closer as the initial pain gave way to pulsing heat. Dino thought he could hear his own heart beat, until he realized he was hearing two. He could smell the iron from his own blood dripping and mixing in Isiah's mouth, still clamped on his flesh. His senses were becoming sharper. \n\nAs the moon fully escaped from the hills, he could see Isiah true form, a beast of unbridled desire, and its glowing eyes were set on him. Isiah released him and threw him against a tree with a mighty paw. The bark and branches scratched his chest but Dino held onto the trunk and presented himself to Isiah, eager to be taken. Isiah prowled on all fours and deftly bit the seat of Dino's pants. With one turn of the head, the pants were ripped to shreds and Isiah licked Dino's balls and asshole. \n\n\"I must have you,\" Isiah growled, licking and nuzzling between Dino's thighs. When Dino's ass was wet enough, he stood on his hind legs and jumped on Dino's back, thrusting his cock into him. \n\nDino flinched as the head entered him and pushed deeper. He felt his own cock grow hard again, still dripping with cum as Isiah withdrew and thrust again. He thought he would fall over, each time Isiah spread his ass wider, but Dino's new hands gripped the tree with sharp claws. He found that he could even push back, taking more of Isiah's cock inside. He couldn't get enough of him, wanting to feel Isiah's head pull out of his pulsing asshole then push it wide open again. Dino's legs began to twitch uncontrollably as another orgasm ripped through his body. Isiah picked him up by his hips and they fell on their sides, down on the blanket. Isiah was relentless. Dino couldn't catch his breath while Isiah wrapped a furry arm around him and fucked him sideways. He looked at his leg, dangling in the air as Isiah held it, and he noticed his foot bursting through his shoe, the human form changing to long, sharp paws. As more fur grew up Dino's leg, Isiah gave him another love bite on his shin and Dino howled with delight.\n\nThe shadows of the thin branches danced over their naked bodies as Isiah slid harder and faster into Dino's eager ass. Dino turned his head and nuzzled against Isiah's long nose, feeling his hot breath become more haggard as the beast reached the point of climax. Isiah pushed Dino face down into the blanket and bit his shoulder again, filling Dino's ass with thick streams of cum that leaked out as he continued to thrust. He pulled out and let his softening cock rest between Dino's cheeks and he licked the wounds he inflicted on him. Dino moaned softly and felt enveloped by Isiah's thick furry body. As the moon pulled further away, he began to feel sleepy.\n\nHe awoke the next morning, with Isiah spooning him with the blanket wrapped around them both. He looked at his bare skin and the dried blood stains, but didn't feel broken skin; no wounds. He smiled broadly and pushed himself deeper into Isiah's hair chest, eager to test his new found freedom.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The curse of endless orgasms was put upon you. To end this hellish loop of pleasure you must go on a epic quest, slay monsters, and defeat the wizard who cursed you. All while cummig your brains out. | [
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"content": "\"Wait, wait, wait. What? [Is this even a curse](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/dmabez/wp_the_curse_of_endless_orgasms_was_put_upon_you/f4zxj9x/)?\" Soleria asked.\n\n\"Nobody will ever- What do you mean?\" the warlock interrupted his evil monologue (can't be defeated, imminent world domination, heroes are stupid, yada yada). \"Of course it's a curse!\"\n\n\"Nah, doesn't sound like one to me,\" Soleria shook her head. \"I don't see how having more orgasms is a problem.\" She could already feel her pussy get wet, warmth spreading from her crotch. It made her tingly and relaxed.\n\nThe warlock threw his hands up in the air, clearly irritated, \"You're already feeling it, right? In a few minutes you'll be writhing in pleasure on the floor, and I can just stroll away.\"\n\nA small moan escaped Soleria's lips, face red. \"True,\" she moaned, \"but I'll be having orgasms.\"\n\n\"And the only way to stop it-\" \n\n\"Not gonna.\"\n\nThe warlock massaged his temples, \"You're not going to?\"\n\n\"Nope, not gonna stop it.\" She sat down on the floor, and half-closed her eyes. She felt amazing and had to concentrate on breathing, just to be able to reply.\n\n\"But... but...\" the warlock sputtered, \"you're supposed to vanquish me, remember? Be a hero and all that? Stop my evil schemes?\"\n\n\"Yesyes,\" Soleria moaned, only half-listening, \"just right after...\" She tensed up, feeling her pussy clench near painfully hard, her whole body tingling, her muscles twitching, and her panties getting utterly drenched. She moaned once, then sighed deeply. \"Oh fuck I needed that so badly,\" she murmured to herself.\n\n\"Hah! You might like it now, but in a few hours-\"\n\n\"Nothing will happen,\" she interrupted, climbing back on her feet, relaxed, content, just her face still slightly blushed.\n\n\"What now? The curse will make you cum about ten times per hour.\"\n\nShe shrugged, \"yeah, about that, did you never wonder how I crushed your guards so easily?\"\n\n\"Well... yes, but... what does have to do with the curse? Goddamnit, woman, you're making no sense!\"\n\nSoleria shook her head, \"You really fucked up your research. The reason's that I'm a Nephalem. You know, angel fucks human, human births semi-immortal magically super-gifted girl, blablabla. I can't believe you didn't know that! Everybody knows that!\" Her annoyed shout reverberated through the chamber, her eyes started glowing, her hair rose as if gravity did not dare touch her, and small bolts of static electricity darted between her and the floor and ceiling.\n\nThe warlock took a surprised step back, \"Well, no... I did not know...\" he rallied, \"but it does not matter! You'll fall before my orgasm curse just like all the other heroes! Soon you'll be a gibbering whore, sucking co-\"\n\n\"Oh shut up,\" Soleria snapped. Her hands darted around herself, her fingers drawing arcane symbols in the air, light seemingly streaming into reality through the cracks she caused. She pointed towards the warlock, and an ethereal purple chain shot out from her hand, wrapping tightly around him. In the blink of an eye only his head was visible, everything else covered in magical chain.\n\n\"What?\" he croaked, not quite ready to understand how easily he'd been defeated.\n\nSoleria sauntered towards him, an entertained smile playing over her face.\n\n\"Lemme explain. So you know, these stupid angels? They're all high and mighty and moral and all that crap. Even you should know. But also? Those sumbitches are prude as fuck. I mean they are so prude they probably don't even use wood as a building material because it's too sexy. Two reasons for that. A, they are just prude. But worse, B, they are basically a-sexual. They don't have sex, except for procreation. And if they do, they don't enjoy it.\"\n\nShe put a hand between her legs, \"and since I'm half-angel, I have a hellishly,\" she winked, \"hard time to get off. Like, you can't imagine. I haven't had an orgasm in... eight years? Nine? Well the last orgasm I had was when an incubus 'captured' me, and tried to 'make me his slave',\" she airquoted along with her story, \"and it took him like three solid days of fucking me to get me off *just once*,\" she shook her head again. \"What an incompetent demon! He had one job!\"\n\n\"Anyway, end result: I can still feel your curse, but now that I've had an orgasm, it probably won't do much for at least a day, maybe two or three.\"\n\nShe grinned: \"I'm *so* looking forward to this. I'm keeping you. I ain't even telling the guards, or rat you out, or kill you or anything. That might break this curse. Nah-ah. You get to live with me, and make sure this curse fuckin' works properly, and keeps getting me off every so often. If you're gonna be difficult about it, I'll make you regret it!\"\n\nHer eyes started glowing again, and she clenched her fist. The chains followed suit, and squeezed the warlock painfully, making him yelp. She relaxed, and the chains did so as well.\n\n\"But if you behave, I'll treat you nicely.\" She winked at him. \"I mean, you're the only human who has ever made me cum. So you'll get a special room in my dungeon.\"\n\n\"You have a dungeon?!\" \n\n\"Course I do. It's much easier to imprison liches and demons. Fuckers just re-appear if you kill them. Oh that reminds me. I think I'll put you in the succubi wing.\"\n\n\"The WHAT?\" \n\nShe rolled her eyes. \"It's not complicated. You fucking warlocks keep fucking summoning succubi to suck you off. I have to clean up afterwards (sometimes literally!) when the succubi get loose. And I don't mean their cunts with that. Anyway. You can enjoy them. Or they you. I'm sure you'll get along splendidly.\"\n\nShe closed her eyes and took a deep breath.\n\n\"Oh, damn, that's good stuff. I'm really pent up, and I need to get it out of my system. Excuse me for a second. Don't move.\"\n\nThe warlock just glared at her. She sat down on the warlock's (now her) throne-like chair, leaned back, and began enjoying her third orgasm this decade."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have the bizarre power to see the number of times someone has had sex, or has masturbated, in the form of a floating pair of numbers over their head. Some of the numbers are unexpectedly high or low... and a few change over the span of the day... | [
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"content": "I was only 14 when I first started seeing the numbers. In panic, I told my parents and they weren't sure what to do. We considered counseling or therapy, assuming these were hallucinations from my brain dying, but it didn't seem like anything was *wrong* with my brain. Just saw numbers.\n\nIt took me a while to understand what the numbers were. By the time I turned 15, my high school brain was into the thickets of unabashed porn addiction and it was while Ava Addams was receiving a thick load of cum onto her face that her number ticked up one more. I put the pieces together then. By the time I turned 16, I had enough control over seeing it that I turn them off and on. In only two years, I'd gone from wanting the numbers gone to trying to focus them more and learn how to use them.\n\nI'm now 18, greatly looking forward to college and ready to be out of this dump known as Westbrook High school. I had a tight group of friends there and we were anticipating getting an apartment together when we went off to college. By the time I turned 18, the numbers weren't the only things I could see. When I turned on the numbers, I could focus on one person and could see a small data collection of their sexual history: Number of times they've had sex; what their sexual preference was; number of times they've orgasmed; number of times they've masturbated. After giving into the temptation of looking into some girls I was interested in and discovering something unpleasant within, I've learned to keep the numbers off most of the time.\n\nOne time it worked out was with my current girlfriend, Lilly. I started dating her before I even looked at her numbers and I was glad I did. She was 5'6\" with long brown hair. She was a mix of Brazilian and Filipino; She had the dark skin and the thick ass to match. Her 36Ds and dark brown eyes were enough to make any man cum in his pants, but I truly did like her initially for her personality. After our second date, I focused on her and saw her numbers:\n\nLilly De LaCosta. Bisexual. 2 times having sex. Orgasmed 11 times. Masturbated 5 times.\n\nI was pleasantly surprised by what I saw. With a body like hers, I found myself worried that she would have been the type to use every inch of it. Truly, I didn't know what to expect, but I liked her a lot and didn't mind seeing her numbers. From then on, I kept them off, except to see her number tick up one after we finished together. I always enjoyed that.\n\nAt home, I kept them off all the time. It's one thing to acknowledge that your parents have sex and another to get an exact tally of times. Seeing my mom's number go up some mornings before I learned how to make them go away was one thing. Another was seeing my dad's number of times he masturbated go up. Neither were information I particularly wanted to know.\n\nI didn't tell anyone about the numbers and what they did. Beyond my parents knowing that I was seeing them and that I eventually stopped seeing them, I didn't tell them anything more. I kept this away from my friends as well, knowing that they'd either think I was lying or want me to use the numbers irresponsibly. If anyone was going to use them irresponsibly, it was going to be me.\n\nA couple of months into this last year of high school, I noticed something that I knew I'd regret getting into. Westbrook's principal was Melinda Broussard. She stood at about 5'4 and had long wavy blonde hair that she kept in a tight bun. Her bright blue eyes and full pink lips could go from serious to smiling in a second and despite her age of 51, she didn't look much older than her 30s. She obviously took good care of herself, looking trim and fit, even after 3 kids. She wore skirts and blouses or dresses each day and the female oriented students of Westbrook didn't help but look at the plump round ass or long toned those skirts sometimes showed off. I certainly tried to get a look once or twice down her blouse at the 34Ds she kept beneath.\n\nI had seen Melinda one Monday morning as she greeted some students in the morning and took a second to focus on her. \n\nMelinda Broussard. Female. Straight. 67 times of having sex. Orgasmed 88 times. Masturbated 19 times. \n\nI'd seen those numbers all go up at one point or another in my years at Westbrook. I didn't think anything of those numbers in particular that morning. It was during lunch that I saw her again and noticed a problem.\n\nMelinda Broussard. Female. Straight. 68 times of having sex. Orgasmed 92 times. Masturbated 19 times. \n\nWhen I noticed the change, I figured I was just misremembering the numbers from before. Maybe she snuck off for a quicky with her husband.\n\nThe next day, it happened again though. Not just in the morning, but in the afternoon as well. Her numbers kept slowly going up over the week and I didn't know how to react to the idea of her having sex with people at the school. I tried to consider if she was meeting with her husband for sex or maybe having an affair with another teacher. By the time I left school on Friday and checked in with her, she had clearly had a busy week.\n\nMelinda Broussard. Female. Straight. 91 times of having sex. Orgasmed 115 times. Masturbated 21 times."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your friend have crushes on each other, and both of you tend to have wet dreams while you sleep. But after talking one day, you start realizing that your dreams are very very similar... | [
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"content": "*What am I doing here*, thought Dee as she walked in the unfamiliar forest. The grey pine and cedar trees were densely packed along the trail, obscuring her view, coaxing her forward. The trail slope upward, and she could see her breath in front of her as she worked harder to move on. Dee looked down to avoid the monochromatic stones and pine needles, tinted white. *That's not right, why can't I see colors?* Before she could think of an answer, she reached a clearing and felt the sun on her face and chest. The sudden warmth was her only clue that she wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. Dee was surprised and embarrassed, being so exposed, and as she knelt down for cover and looked around. Across the clearing was another woman, tied to a wooden wall. Even from this distance, Dee thought the woman looked familiar.\n\n\"Jessie?\" Dee called out. \"Is that you?\" The bound woman looked over in her direction and Dee could see her desperate expression. In the year since she joined Jessie and the archery team, Dee had never seen Jessie look anything but confident. This was new. \n\n\"Dee! Help me!\" Jessie yelled. As Dee approached, she could see that Jessie wore the red and white track suit the team wore for away tournaments. Her hands were tied above her head with thin black rope. Thicker ropes wrapped over her belly and secured her torso to the wall. \"Dee, where are your clothes?\" she asked as Dee tried to untie the rope. \n\nDee felt a hot flash run over her face. Her body tingled with excitement as Jessie looked up and down her naked body. *This isn't how I want you to see me*, she thought, but part of Dee, somewhere more primal, was turned on and excited by it. \"Nevermind me, what are you doing all tied up?\"\n\n\"I don't know, I went to sleep and woke up like this. Dee, you gotta get me out of this. Don't ask me how I know, but there's only one way. \" She looked down and Dee's eyes followed them until they stopped at a shiny red that Jessie held between her thighs. Jessie motioned to a bow and a quiver of arrows, resting in the clearing. \"You have to shoot the apple.\"\n\n\"Are you crazy?\" Dee exclaimed. \"I can't hit that, what if I hit you?\" Dee thought about the last tournament, how the team was counting on her to bring them back from behind, only to miss the mark on her last shot. \n\n\"You have to do it, Dee, you're the only one who can free me,\" Jessie pleaded. \"Please.\"\n\nDee could never say no to her. She was the only reason Dee signed up for the archery team in the first place. She summoned all her courage and nodded her head. \"Okay, I'll do it. But on one condition.\"\n\n\"What is it?\"\n\n\"I'll never get a chance to ask you this, but if this all goes wrong, I'll never forgive myself.\"\n\n\"Dee, what do you want?\"\n\nDee stepped in front of her and rested her hands on Jessie's waist, then gave her the softest kiss on the lips. There was nothing in the world except the two of them and the warmth of Jessie's skin and the racing of their hearts. Dee looked into Jessie's clear blue eyes and saw her own naked reflection in them. \"I wanted you to know that I love you. I always have.\"\n\nJessie leaned in and kissed her back. \"Honey, sweetie, *I know*. I love you too. Know go over there and *free me*.\"\n\nDee walked to the clearing picked up the compound bow and nocked an arrow. She turned around and faced Jessie, who looked blurry in the distance. *I'm fucked, I'm going to miss*, she thought, shaking. \"I can't do it! It's too far!\"\n\n\"You can do it Dee! Do it for me!\" Jessie yelled back.\n\nDee took her position and pulled the string back until it touched her cheek. She looked down the sight and Jessie's body came into sharp focus. As she watched Jessie's chest rise and fall under the tracksuit, Dee's breath matched hers. The strain started to build in her arms as she held the pose, trying to gauge the air and the distance between her and the apple. She let the arrow fly and the second before it hit the wall felt like an eternity. She missed, the arrow lodged into the wood under Jessie's armpit. It caught some of the tracksuit fabric and pinned it to the wall. \n\n\"Jesus, fuck! I'm sorry!\" Dee yelled.\n\n\"A little lower, Dee! I know you can do it!\"\n\nDee shook her arm to relax, then nocked another arrow. She felt a burning sensation over her triceps as she tried to find the right line. *Please, let this be the one*, she thought. Her vision wavered, the apple coming in and out of focus. She let go and the arrow landed opposite the other side, pinning Jessie's tracksuit open. Dee could see the dark line of Jessie's cleavage and she groaned with a mixture of fear and lust. Dee grabbed the last arrow and looked as Jessie one last time. The taut string burned her fingers as she held it back. The apple, the target she'd been after for a year, seemed to pulse with its own heartbeat.\n\n\"Do it Dee! Hit it!\" Jessie moaned from the wall. \n\nThe arrow cut the air and met the red flesh, juice exploding over Jessie's pants. \"Fuck yes!\" Dee yelled with glee as she ran back to her teammate. Jessie's bonds evaporated and she fell to the ground on her knees. Dee wrapped her arms around her and hugged her tightly. \"Oh God, I didn't think I was going to do it,\" she said, gasping.\n\n\"Shh, shh,\" Jessie replied, stroking her hair. \"I always knew.\"\n\nDee woke up in her bed with her hand in her soaked panties. She looked across the dorm room and saw Jessie in her own bed, staring at her. Dee was mortified. \"Oh God, did I talk in my sleep?\"\n\n\"No,\" Jessie replied, red-faced. \"I mean, I don't know, I just woke up from the strangest dream. It was... vivid.\" She sat up in bed with the sheets covering her lap. \"You were in it.\"\n\n\n\"Oh wow, okay, me too. I mean, I dreamed that you were tied to a wall.\"\n\nJessie mouth was agape with surprise. \"Did I... did I have an apple?\" They both stared at each other silently, not knowing what to do next. Jessie pulled back her bed sheet and spread her legs, showing her wet panties. \"Did you mean it? In the dream?\"\n\nDee knelt on Jessie's bed so she could see how wet her panties were. She leaned in and kissed Jessie until Jessie kissed her back, her sore fingers cupping Jessie's cheek. \"I meant every word.\"\n\n***\nThe return of softcore Sunday! Comments and feedback are welcome."
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"content": "Erik's huge fist pounded upon the thick metal door, the echo reverberating down the narrow corridor. \"Quill, open up. We got a job!\"\n\nNothing, only silence for a couple of moments before he loudly knocked once again. \"Hey! We don't have time for this shit, let's go!\" He turned to the camera above the door, flashing the grin that made so many corporate rent-a-cops piss themselves a little. \"Open up!\"\n\nStill nothing. With a grumble he reached into the pockets of his trenchcoat, rummaging through until he found the bit of paper she'd given him; a crude drawing of some old cartoon character or other. He held it up to the camera, the lens zooming in on not just the drawing, but the series of tiny QR codes concealed within the image. Finally the door beeped, several lock chunking as they undid themselves one by one. As soon as the last one opened he swung it open, slamming it shut behind himself. \"Get your shit, the meeting with the client is toni- oh you have to be fucking kidding me.\"\n\nAs usual the room was a mess; half-assembled drones scattered all over the floorspace, half a dozen hacking decks ripped apart with their components frankensteined together on the main workbench, pizza boxes and dirty laundry tossed haphazardly into every corner. In the center of the room was Quill herself, along with the only pieces of equipment that were meticulously maintained at all times: the VR chair modded to hell and back, and her deck that turned the setup from a gaming rig into a hacker's wet dream. \n\nQuill was still very much a kid compared to Erik, no more than twenty or twenty-one. Her slender body was in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, sitting in the chair with eyes closed and wires running from the jacks implanted behind her ears into the chair. LEDs glowed under the skin of her left arm, in time with the occasional glow of fiber optics mixed in with her electric blue hair that fell to her shoulders. Her biofeedback monitors, confirming that her body was alive and well even though her mind was somewhere deep in the 'Net. A post-it had been stuck to her shirt, the message brief and hand-written. \\*Freelancing, back at 4!\\* Erik glanced at his watch; 12:45. Which meant he was stuck with a brain-dead hacker for about three hours.\n\n\"Dammit,\" he grumbled, the door beeping cheerfully as it locked himself behind him. Shrugging off the trenchcoat he tossed it onto the armchair in front of Quill's vidscreen, heading straight for the fridge. \"I'm drinking your booze, girl. Making me wait for this shit...\" Sure he could just leave, but it always felt weird to just abandon the girl when she was this helpless.\n\n\\*The cameras outside were obvious, but the ones inside were more carefully hidden. Quill giggled as she watched Erik throw open her fridge, pulling out one of the beer she knew he liked. Without the coat she could see his broad, muscled shoulders. He was in his thirties and looked damn good for it, his own augments making him deadlier than any young punk. Brushing some of his messy, dark brown hair out of his face he took a long swig, letting her zoom in on the way his shirt clung to his chest and his pants bulged between his legs.\\* \n\n\\*Would it happen again? He probably thought she didn't know what he'd done last time he found her jacked in, thought he'd cleaned up well enough. But he hadn't, and she'd jilled herself stupid to the recordings. In the 'Net she was relaxing on a cloud in a virtual sky, her hands moving back and forth between half a dozen games. She had all the time in the world, plenty of dailies to get.\\*\n\n​\n\nAn hour later, and he'd found the harder liquor she kept under the workbench. Everything on the vidscreen was shit, as usual, and he'd ended up on one of the endless porn channels. With some blonde slut getting railed his cock was getting hard, and his eyes kept straying over to the unconscious Quill. Well, fuck. He'd already done it once, fueled by frustration and booze. Why not do it again?\n\nRising from his seat he walked over to the chair, smirking a little. When she was jacked in her mind was completely gone, with absolutely no awareness of what was happening to her body. And she was already half-dressed; that just made this easy. Reaching between her legs he seized her panties, pulling the thin garment down her unmoving legs and leaving them dangling around one ankle. Gripping her legs he lifted, her body sliding forward slightly in the chair before he draped one leg over each of her armrests to splay her wide open. Her pussy and ass were entirely exposed now, a trimmed thatch of dyed blue hair above the slit. \"This is what you get for making me wait,\" he grunted as he unzipped his pants.\n\n\\*\"Oh, fuck,\" Quill gasped from her cloud, a quick hand gesture sweeping away the games and expanding the screen showing the cameras video feed. With a flick she changed to another angle, able to see her own body from above as Erik pulled out a thick, veiny cock. It was already rock hard from the porn, and within the sim she felt a pulse of heat between her legs.\"\n\nErik spat a thick glob into his hand, reaching down to rub his stiff rod and get it wet. With the other hand he gripped Quill's chin, pulling the girl's mouth open and then tugging her tongue out to make it hang limply from her mouth. Perfect, give her the look of a fucked-dumb whore. No need to waste time with foreplay; reaching down he gripped her hips and lifted them slightly, lining up his slick cock with her cunt. Grunting faintly he pushed himself forward, her limp body briefly resisting before he felt his cock sliding into her tight tunnel.\n\nHe moved carefully at first, pushing himself in deeper until he felt her unconscious body start to become wet. Then he could move faster, until he'd settled in to a steady, rough pounding.\n\n\\*Quill whined desperately, laying atop her cloud as her fingers moved quickly between her legs. There he was, the big, burly brawler who'd protected her in so many jobs using her like a piece of meat. That's all she was now, a hot piece of fuckmeat, a breathing fleshlight. She moaned even louder when his head turned back to the vidscreen. Oh God, he was watching porn while fucking her, while using her, just jacking off into her helpless body.\\*\n\n\"Take it you blonde whore,\" Erik grunted, his cock starting to throb as he steadily thrust into his partner. Last time it had been too weird to fuck the unconscious girl; too easy to remember her smiling and joking with him. Better if she was just some meat, keeping his manhood nice and warm. Every rhythmic pump was far better than just jacking it, her body limp even as he drove hard enough to ram the bottom of her cunt with each stroke. The blonde was far more active, pumping her hips steadily against the actor screwing her and moaning loudly. \"Mm, fuck.\" Roughly he pulled, Quill's body sliding further forward until she was all but lying on the bottom of the chair with her head propped up by the back, his hands holding her legs on either side of his hips. All the better to move harder, speeding up as the movie reached its climax.\n\n\\*\"Do it inside,\" Quill pleaded, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. \"Fuck that bitch, fill her up, make me a cumdump!\" Her body gave no sign of the sheer pleasure her mind was feeling. She couldn't cum, not really, but it would be so, so good to watch! \"Please, pleease!\"\\*\n\nHe felt himself nearing the edge as the blonde moaned, screaming out a orgasm that looked damned convincing as her partner pumped a load straight into her twat. Looked damn good, and whether it was the liquor or the porn he didn't even consider pulling out. \"Fucking bitch,\" he grunted, his hips starting to move faster and faster. \"Fuck, fuck, fuuck!\" With a low moan he slammed himself in deep, his hips thrusting slow and deep to milk out every drop of his thick, potent load.\n\nWith a slow sigh he pulled out, shoving Quill just far enough into the chair so she wouldn't slump to the floor and potentially become unjacked. White cum dribbled steadily from her cunt, staining her thighs and the chair itself. Last time he'd cum all over her tits and wiped it up...this time would be harder. \"Fuck it,\" he grunted, turning back to the fridge for another beer. There was at least two more hours before she jacked out, he'd clean up later.\n\nBesides, he'd be horny again in an hour. She had more holes.\n\n\\--------------------------------------------\n\nFirst time doing one of these, feedback welcome."
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"content": "Yumi began to tremble with anticipation as the tests were passed along. She squirmed in her seat as the dildo teased her from the inside. It was just stuck in her at the moment, under her panties. It hadn’t begun to vibrate yet, but she also couldn't really move it from its current position. She longed to feel it pumping inside her. She was already very wet from the anticipation, and she longed to run to the bathroom and just fuck herself silly with it. \n\nBut that wasn't the point of this test. \n\nThe point was to see if the girls could perform under pressure. Their wills were being tested. The idea was to keep from cumming if possible. To just ignore the pleasure and take the test like any normal day, answer the questions correctly, and leave without another word. \n\nBut most girls didn't make it. They can’t handle the pleasure of the vibrators and they'll just cum right there in the middle of the lecture hall, in front of everyone. Some girls even like being watched. Or they like knowing that all the girls around them are being brought to the edge just like they are. Sometimes there will even be a chain reaction of girls cumming one by one as the sounds of their sisters’ climaxes brings them to the edge as well. \n\nSo it’s expected that the girls will cum. There’s no consequences for cumming, as long as you answer the questions correctly. Other than the embarrassment of cumming in front of the rest of the class, of course.\n\nYumi didn't want to admit it, but she wanted the test to begin. She had had this vibrator teasing her inside for about an hour now, and she was very wet and restless. She could see the girls around her must be thinking the same thing. The girls shifted in their seats, some sitting in uncomfortable-looking positions to better keep the dildo in. There was a girl at the back of the class teasing herself by rocking back and forth subtly in her chair, hoping no one would notice how she couldn't help herself. \n\nYumi almost couldn’t believe herself. Was she really going to just cum in front of everyone? Was she just going to give up? Would she even try to resist it? She wanted to believe she could handle the pressure, but she was already so horny it was hard to think of anything else. \n\nFinally the proctor gave the instructions to begin the test. Yumi looked down at her test and started to write her name down. She paused for a moment, waiting for the moment her vibrator would start. She waited a second more, eyeing her classmates from the corner of her eye. It seemed they didn't all start automatically. The anticipation was killing them all. \n\nYumi continued on to the first question. As she was reading it, she began to hear a soft buzz next to her, and then another. Very quietly, the vibrators had begun starting in waves, eliciting some gasps from some of the girls. Yumi’s still hadn't started.\n\nShe continued for another two questions, speeding through them in frustration. She tried to concentrate on the test instead of the growing need in her pussy. \n\nThen, finally, her vibrator began to buzz.\n\nThe dildo inside her lit up with excitement, and began to turn and buzz up against her walls. And a little ball began to softly buzz away at her clit. \n\nShe had almost managed to forget the vibrator by the time if began, and it shocked her when it finally started pleasuring her. She gave a little involuntary gasp and braced herself against the desk. It was a very low setting of vibration, but after all the anticipation she felt like her pussy was on fire. She sat for a moment and savored the feeling, pushing the vibe into her clit. Her eyes closed for a moment while she enjoyed it.\n\nShe snapped herself out of it for a second, remembering she still needed to finish the test, and that she couldn't get too distracted. She looked back at the test just as she began to hear the first moans of orgasm from the back of the class. It was the girl who had been playing with herself earlier, and she was just as obvious now as her moans grew louder and louder and finally she threw her head back and screamed in orgasmic bliss. She was the first to cum.\n\nShortly after her loud orgasm, there was a wave of muffled moans and whimpers as a few other girls came more quietly and tried to hide their pleasure. There was also a quiet rocking of desks and chairs as a few of them thrusted roughly into their vibrators. \n\nYumi tried her best to ignore them, but it became harder as the vibrations suddenly increased. She was about halfway through the test, and she nearly dropped her pencil as the vibrator picked up speed and drove her wild with pleasure. She started to moan quietly, and she didn't realize she was doing it for a second. As she tried to regain her focus, she found that she couldn't. The words on the page were meaningless, and she couldn't read a single question because her mind was completely concentrated on the vibrations and rotations inside her pussy.\n\nShe tried again to read, but instead she closed her eyes and felt every movement of the dildo swinging around inside of her. She started to rock slightly with the thrusting of the dildo. She thrusted with it, driving the vibrating ball into her clit hungrily. She wanted to cum now.\n\nHer breathing picked up. She tried to control how loud it was, but it was no use trying to hide what was happening. Am I really going to cum in front of all of these people? She thought for a second. But then it was too late. She was cumming.\n\nThe vibrator on her clit kicked up one last notch, and suddenly Yumi was cumming along with at least 10 other girls in the room. All of their vibrators had increased speed at once, so they came together in a chorus of moans and yelps of stifled pleasure. \n\nYes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Yumi thought to herself as she came. She realized after she finished that she had been moaning under her breath. The girls around her didn't seem to notice, as they were all either too wrapped up in their own pleasure or too embarrassed to make eye contact with anyone around them. \n\nYumi came two more times during the test. Her vibrator kept changing speeds and keeping her on her toes while she tried to concentrate on the work in front of her. She tried to use the short refractory period of clarity after her orgasms to try to speed through some questions, but she kept getting swept away again anyways. \n\n“Pencils down” the proctor said finally. It felt like the test had just begun, but the hour was already up. Yumi had finished (in more ways than one) and she hoped that her answers would be good enough to pass. \n\nThe vibrators hadn't stopped though. Quite the opposite actually. The proctor remained stoic at the front of the lecture hall, making no movement to collect the papers. She looked out at the lecture hall unmoving as the vibrators all began to suddenly increase speed one last time, this time all at once instead of in waves. \n\nAll of the girls, in various states of arousal and satisfaction, began writhing and moaning and exclaiming at the sensation. They couldn't control themselves as this last wave crashed down on all of them simultaneously and they all began cumming one at a time, while the proctor watched. \n\nFinally, the wave subsided and the girls began to settle down. The vibrators had been turned down to the lowest setting again and we're just teasing again. They still didn't turn off.\n\n“You may return your papers on the way out,” the proctor’s voice boomed through the lecture hall again. “The vibrators are yours to keep. You may remove them after you’ve returned your test… Or you may leave them in for the rest of the day.”"
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"content": "\"That's one down, you have two wishes remaining.\" The genie hovered a few feet in front of Fay. World peace didn't seem like it was much different from a minute or two ago, but she assumed something must have changed. It just...well it wasn't as exciting as she thought it would be. On the other hand, now that she did a good thing for the rest of the world, maybe she could spare just one selfish wish.\n\n\"Genie, have you ever been in love?\" \n\n\"I have not. As an immortal being, the concept of love doesn't mean the same thing to me as it does to you.\"\n\n\"And you said you can't make anyone fall in love, right?\"\n\n\"I cannot give what I cannot comprehend. I cannot bestow death either for the same reason.\"\n\n\"So you've saying you've never had sex before?\"\n\n\"In fact I have, however I don't recommend...\"\n\nFay got a wild look in her eye. \"Genie, for my second wish...\"\n\n\"Fay, please reconsider...\"\n\n\"I wish that you would fuck me.\"\n\nThe genie stopped floating, alighting gracefully on his feet. The loose garments that once lay upon his form disintegrated in a snap. Unencumbered by the formalities of clothing, the genie's skin glowed bright blue as stars and galaxies swirled beneath his skin like water tossed by an almighty wind over his perfectly carved physique. Fay stood so enthralled at the full sight of the genie's body that she nearly didn't notice a set of genitals materializing between the genie's legs. It sprouted at first like a vine, slowly growing longer until it reached halfway down his thigh. Then it began to twist itself, tightening in a helix as the surface smoothed. By the time it had taken full shape, it was far thicker than Fay could possibly wrap a hand around.\n\nThe genie stood mere inches in front of Fay. He lifted his arms directly above his head before thrusting them outward at his sides saying, \"So let it be done.\" With that, Fay's clothes ripped in half, flying apart before falling haplessly to the ground.\n\nRaising his hands directly upwards, the genie summoned four shackles from the ground that each bound themselves to Fay's limbs, lifting her off the ground. They felt weightless and seemed to having imbued her with the ability to hover like a genie, yet she was utterly tethered by them, hardly able to move as they separated her legs wide apart. Fay could feel a kind of energy, pure and chaotic, radiating from all over the genie as he slowly, carefully dragged his full engorged length over her slit.\n\n\"As I was saying, Fay, it's not recommended that humans engage in sexual relations with genies. The cosmic forces at play are quite strong and run the risk of unravelling your mi-\"\n\nThe genie had continued to slide himself up and down Fay's increasingly wet lips as his monologue continued. All the while Fay was utterly incapable of making sense of anything he was saying, lost in the supreme bliss of the genie's teasing.\n\n\"OH MY GOD FUCK ME! I NEED IT SO BAD PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!\" she moaned and screamed. She tried desperately to thrust her hips forward onto the genie's cock, but the chains wouldn't let her. Finally, the genie reached down, grabbed her by the hips and thrust himself fully into her. Her whole body shuddered with each motion the genie made. Her limbs went slack, but the chains held her in place for the genie to keep fucking her, having his way with her, ravaging her until she couldn't take anymore. Fay came harder than she ever had before. Her whole world was a blur as the genie withdrew.\n\n\"This may take a while, Fay. I'm nowhere near done with you.\"\n\nFay managed to form half a coherent thought, \"No, please, that was incredible. Keep going,\" she slurred.\n\n\"Fay, you need to take a minute to recover from your previous orgasm. I'll wait until you're ready to continue.\"\n\n\"Oh I wish you wouldn't.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Kate beckinsale and her daughter lily. Family game night. | [
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"content": "I. Have. No. Idea. How. This. Didn’t. Receive. A. Proper. Entry. \n\nTime to fix this injustice ;)\n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nPart 1 – Christmas Comes Early\n\nFinally, the moment has come: it’s Family Game Night once again at the Beckinsale residence! \n\nOh, how this is my favorite time of year! My daughter Lily is back home from college for the holidays (she just turned twenty, and is, like, halfway through her third year I think). The (spiked) hot cocoa is brewing, tinsel and lace adorn the house. My husband has the perfect tree all decked out in the living room. I even found my favorite, fluffy reindeer headband to wear for the occasion. Aren’t I festive?!\n\nWhat was I talking about again? Oh ya, game night 2019! \n\nYou see, every family has their quirky traditions around yuletide eve. Some watch *Home Alone* on repeat. Some sing Christmas carols until their throats are sore. \n\nSome go bowling. \n\nBut here at the Beckinsale’s, we do things a bit differently. Unbeknownst to my significant other, who definitely falls into the category of an early-to-bed, early-to-rise type, the moment he drifts upstairs to sleep sweet winter dreams is when the fun truly begins. \n\nGirl time! And that means one mother-daughter activity above all else…\n\n*Cards Against Humanity: Truth or Dare Edition*\n\nHow do you play, you ask? Well, with us, the rules are simple. Every round has a dealer, and a participant, with the roles switching between rounds. The dealer first asks the participant one, clear-cut question: \n\n*Truth or Dare?*\n\nThe participant is eligible to receive three points for choosing dare, and only a single point for choosing truth. The participant has to go through with the option they choose to receive the points. If the participant reneges after learning what their given task is, instead of gaining points, they end up *losing* three points, or one point, respectively.\n\nThe task to be performed corresponds with the cards in the deck. The deck is well shuffled, and placed face down, so neither the dealer, nor the participant, knows what the task is going to be before the card is drawn. Each card has a different, crude action written on its face: for the sake of this example, let’s just say the drawn card in question reads ‘Suck Dick’ (hehe). If the participant chose truth before the card was drawn, she has to tell the dealer about a time she sucked a big fat cock. \n\nHowever, if the participant chose *dare* before the card was flipped, well… then an *actual* dick must be sucked within 15 minutes of the drawing! \n\nOnce again, if you don’t follow through on your ‘truth’, you lose one point. Don’t follow through on a ‘dare’, lose three points. First person to 21 points wins. \n\nFun, huh? ;)\n\nLet the Games begin. \n\n\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\\_\n\nEnd of Part 1. Def let me know your thoughts everyone concerning the direction I decided to take this in so far. Heck, maybe I’ll continue it if people really jive with this first post. Thanks for reading!"
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"content": "[Wrote this from 2019-12-27 22:00 German time until 3:17 in the morning, just straight from start to finish. Thanks for the inspiration, man!]\n\n-1-\n\n\"Hi!\" The scantily clad girl at the door smiles. \"Do you have a moment to talk about our Lady Laerrere, Goddess of Light, Love and Lust?\"\n\nThe man did not respond, just stared at her with no particular expression. Then suddenly stepped forward, next to the girl and quickly looked to the left and right. \"My good man, I assure you, ...\" but she could not finish to calm his apparently suspicious mind. Because suddenly, he stood behind her, his right hand pressed on her lipsticked mouth, his left arm quickly enveloping her left arm and torso from behind, grabbing her right arm with his hand, and without any hesitation, he pushed her with his body, forcefully, inside his apartment. As soon as they had left the door frame behind, the sensor set the door in motion automatically.\n\nThe surprise had left Prescylla motionless, but as the door slid into its frame, she exploded in resistance, screamed muffled into the big hand, violently shook her body, tested the irrelevant strength of her arms against the man, and knocked and slid loud but uselessly with her struggling legs in high heel booties over the stone tiles of the entrance hall. She hit the man's legs a few times with her heels and finally managed to get a grip of his hand with her teeth, but before she could throw all her animal strength into removing a chunk of skin and probably flesh from her predator, the hand jerked away, and in one flowing motion, the man's left hand and arm jerked forwards, releasing the vise grip around her torso, but also spinning her around counterclockwise with brutal power. She was now falling to the left, facing him, but all she saw was the man's right hand that ran over her left cheek and ear like a freight train. Her brain did not record her impact on the ground."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Heads are turned when a girl shows up in the guy's shower-room. Then they start spinning when they see she's a guy. | [
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"content": "“Are we, uh, are we in the wrong locker room?” David asked.\n\n“I mean, I just pissed in a urinal like, five minutes ago, so I’m pretty sure we’ve got the right room.”\n\n“Someone should tell Jamie she’s in the wrong room, then,” he said, nodding towards the door.\nI followed his gaze. Jamie had indeed walked into, presumably mistakenly, the men’s locker room. She took no notice of us as she made her way to the lockers and set down her gym bag on the bench, although she had to have seen us. Had she just zoned out? She took her shirt off and stuffed it into her bag. My eyes widened at the sight of her in a lacey, black bra. Her hands reached behind her and began to tinker with the clasp.\n\nI covered my crotch with one hand. “Hey! Jamie! I think you’re in the wrong place,” I suggested.\n\nShe turned to me and smiled. “Oh, Steven, hey! I didn’t notice it was you!” Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she finished unclasping her bra, catching the falling cups in her hands. She nonchalantly tossed it into her bag, her petite breasts bare, her brown nipples completely exposed as she made not even an attempt to cover up. “But no, I’m in the right place. You don’t mind, do you?”\n\n“Uhhh, no. I don’t mind. Do you mind, David?”\n\n“I don’t mind.”\n\n“We don’t mind.”\n\n“Good,” she smiled. “I just had the best workout and I’ve got a bunch of classes coming up and if I don’t shower now I’m gonna reek all day.” She turned away from us and wiggled out of her skirt, her plump, tight little ass bulging out of her black panties. Her lithe legs stepped out of her underwear, and soon they, too, vanished into her bag.\n\nShe turned her head to look back at us. “You guys don’t need to keep an eye on me, you know. I’ve got this undressing thing down. I’ll be fine unsupervised.”\n\n“Sorry,” we both quietly mumbled. I groaned. I was uncomfortably aware that my cock was already well on its way to a full-blown erection. I went back to showering, trying to banish the sight of her perfectly round, creamy breasts from my mind, but the task proved impossible, and soon my erect cock was throbbing proudly. I gave it a few gentle tugs while washing up for just a bit of relief, but I knew this wasn’t going away until I jacked off.\n\nShe wasn’t really going to shower with us here, right? I mean, her and two guys, naked together and alone? She was probably just waiting for us to finish up and give her some privacy. I reached out to turn off the water when I was interrupted by a firm spank on my ass.\n\n“Funny running into you here, Steven!” she chirped from the shower between David and I. No walls stood between us, the showers were open to each other. She turned on the shower and let the water run through her hair. “Have you done the reading for Professor Burke’s class yet?” she asked.\n\nI kept my eyes locked on hers. Do not look down, do not look down, I repeated to myself, but it was impossible to ignore the little brown spots visible out of the bottom of my eyes. “The reading?” I replied with perfect eloquence. Cicero reborn, truly.\n\n“Yeah, that executioner’s journal? Franz Schmidt?”\n\n“Right, right, I’m in the middle of it. It’s really good so far…” I met David’s baffled face. I shrugged. Had Jamie really gotten naked just to take a perfectly innocent shower and chat with me? \n\nShe turned away and let the water hit her back. David’s eyes went wide and his eyebrows shot up. I could only imagine what he was seeing right now… Did she shave? Was she completely bare down there, her delicate little lips on display for his perverted gaze and not for mine it wasn’t fair damnit! I shook my head fiercely. “What do you think of it so far?”\n\n“Oh, I haven’t started yet, but maybe we can do a little coffee session after I finish it, discuss it, prepare for section. Would that be alright with you?” she asked, although I barely heard her. I was too busy watching rivulets of water cascade out of her sleek, wet, black hair, running down her narrow back and her tight, firm, round ass that just cried out for my palm. \n\n“That sounds great,” I replied.\n\nShe turned to face me. “Awesome! Have you ever been to the Library Cafe? It’s nice and quiet there.” Her eyes glanced downwards and her mouth puckered in surprise. “Oh, wow. You’re really excited about coffee, huh?” she smirked. She let her gaze linger on it a little while longer and nodded. “You’re packing some serious heat there, big boy. Very nice.”\n\n“Um, thanks…” I decided to give into my own temptations. If she was going to stare, I could, too, right? I knew she was watching me, but I didn’t care as I ogled her small breasts. Her areolas were small and brown, like pennies, her blueberry nipples pebble-hard. Her stomach was lean and tight. Her pussy…did not exist...\n\nShe must have seen the expression on my face. “Not what you expected, huh?” I shook my head no. Swinging between her legs was a heavy, tumescent cock, bigger than mine."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A normal day at the kemonomi sex gym. | [
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"content": "It had been a long time since Kara had been to the gym, so she was nervous, as many bunny girls often are. Her friend had given her a free one week pass to try the place out, and it had come with very high recommendations.\n\nShe entered the front of the building and saw an absolutely gorgeous fox of a receptionist seated at the front desk who smiled up at her as she walked in.\n\n“Membership card please.” She asked as Kara approached.\n\nFumbling in her purse, she pulled out the paper guest card and handed it to the fox girl, who looked it over carefully and stamped it. \n\n“First visit here? Don’t be worried dear. Feel free to wear your gym clothes... or not. There are a couple personal trainers available if you have an interest. It’s a little slow this late in the morning though.”\n\nShe says and waves Kara towards the women’s locker room.\n\nReluctantly, Kara heads in, pulls a combination lock out of her purse and strips off her clothes, changing into a pair of yoga pants and a loose fitting tank top. She is glad to see she has the locker room to herself, as she is skittish enough that she is barely keeping from leaving immediately as it is.\n\nTaking in a deep breath to calm herself, she walks into the gym proper... \n\nAnd sees that it seems pretty normal. The room on the other side is just a regular weight room, racks of free weights lined against the mirrored wall, and several weight benches scattered about the empty, foam floored room. She walks to the next room and sees cardio machines, a good selection of them, but again the room is empty. Despite this, her heart is racing when she heads towards the next room, and her ears twitch, hearing something. \n\nShe approaches the open doorway, almost tiptoeing as she recognizes the noises, panting heavy breathing coming from the next room. She eyes the doorway, seeing weight lifting machines beyond, and she inches around, trying to sneak a peek of whatever is happening. \n\nKeeping a few feet back, she sidles over and sees a tanned thigh and at the edge of her hearing she hears wet slapping noises, and she peers around the corner, getting a glimpse of a dark skinned rabbit girl sitting on the lap of a young man at a pulldown machine. The boy’s pants are around his ankles and his cock is halfway inside the girl, who is bare below the waist while maintaining a perfect squat form hovering above him.\n\n“Five more to finish the set, and I might let you cum” she says playfully, lowering herself a bit, as the boy behind her groans and his cock strains visibly.\n\n“Mitzi... you are... a terror...” he pants and pulls down the bar twice more.\n\nIn response she completes her squat and takes the boy to the hilt, grinding on his crotch a little before standing up and letting his cock pop out of her slit.\n\n“Three more.” She says, turning to face him.\n\nKara’s breathing stops, not wanting to be noticed, but also not wanting to look away just yet, and she feels her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her tank top, playing the voyeur as the boy finishes his set.\n\n“Excuse me. Were yo-“ a voice suddenly interrupts Kara’s voyeurism, right behind her and she jumps a good foot up in the air before whirling around.\n\n“IMSOSORRYIDIDNTMEANTOSTARE IJUSTNEVERBEENHEREBEFOREANDWHEREDIDYOUCOMEFROMOHMIGODIAMSOSORRY...” erupts from Kara’s mouth in an almost incomprehensible flood, and she slowly notices the man before her. Long, pointed ears, possibly a dog? Wolf? Either way, wearing only a pair of gym shorts that show off a well muscled body with a light coating of moisture on it, likely fresh from the showers.\n\n“Hey hey... nothing wrong with a bit of watching. This is a relaxes sorta place. The name’s Marco.” The canine says, extending a hand to Kara, who reluctantly shakes it. \n\n“K-kara... I am... here on a guest pass... f-f-first timer...” she mumbles, looking down at her feet awkwardly.\n\n“Good to meetcha Kara. Did you already see the place or did you want a bit more of a tour? I am one of the personal trainers here, so I could also help you warmup and spot you for weights or what have you.”"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] The King has been looking forward to breaking in the newest additions to his harem all day. (No non-con plz) | [
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"content": "Esharlon was a different Kingdom, and by in large, it had different rulers. King Thadeus was the first of his name; an elected monarch by the people, for the people. His crown would pass to his children one day, if he decided to have them. For now, he would sate his carnal desires in whatever way he saw fit. He sat atop his throne, leaning on an elbow, talking events of the kingdom with his wife, Queen Orlaine. \n\nOrlaine was beautiful, even by Queenly standards. She had the short ebony hair of a warrior, and her body belied the training, were it not obscured in cloth. Her eyes were the deepest emerald green, and in the right light, they seemed to glow. Her skin was a deep caramel, and almost entirely without flaw. She had an almost otherworldly beauty that made her shine above all else. \"Your guests arrive, my husband,\" she said, gesturing to the door.\n\nThadeus was not unattractive, himself. He was nearly thirty years of age, and grew up a trained warrior, too. His eyes were a bright amber, and his beard was a deep raven black, coming to a groomed point above a split-breasted shirt, exposing a viscerally chiseled musculature obscured by hair. His eyes turned away from his wife, who had brought his attention to his new guests. Sauntering through the door were two twin women, appearing just barely of legal age. They were being led by two guards, who bowed their heads. One guard stepped forward. \"Your Highness, Maya and Raya of Elderlead. Willful submissions to your harem, My Lord.\"\n\nThadeus looked to his wife, then back to the women, and nodded. \"Your King welcomes your services.\" He said, smiling, then nodded to the guard. \"Take them to the harem and let them get acquainted; comfortable. Draw them a bath.\"\n\nThe guard did as his King commanded, and took the women away. Thadeus spent the remainder of his day considering his new acquisitions. It was not unheard of. Women would often surrender themselves to the harem, they would be fed, clothed, bathed, and have a comfortable place to sleep, and they did so in hopes of becoming pregnant with the king's seed. Were they to become pregnant, the mother and the bastard would be paid a stipend for the rest of their lives. \n\nFinally when the King was done solving border disputes, disagreements over cattle, sentencing thieves, and assigning new positions, he removed his crown and sat it upon his throne. \"I believe,\" he said \"I have some business to attend to.\" Orlain shook her head as her King walked away.\n\nWhen Thadeus opened the door to the harem, he immediately spotted the two he just welcomed among them. They had been dressed in what could barely be described as clothes. Thigh-high fishnet and silk stockings, with silk undergarments barely covering their mounds, attached to varying sizes of pearls that didn't even obscure their most intimate places, instead they slipped gently between their outer lips. Rings were fitted snugly over their nipples, and held them erect. As the King approached the edge of the bed they laid upon, he ran a hand up their thigh, rubbing his thumb along the soft flesh of their outer lips, parting them with the slightest amount of force. What he exposed was as if drawn, flawless, and pink, begging him to toy and play, to lick and thrust. \"My, my...\" he said, trailing.\n\nMaya sat up on the edge of the bed, \"My king. May I?\" She asked simply, touching his thigh. \n\nThadeus nodded, \"Do as you please.\"\n\nMaya smiled and untied the hemp belt around the kings waist, dropping the loose fabric to the floor. She inhaled sharply through her teeth as his manhood was exposed, somewhere between flaccid and fully erect. She could see the definition of the prominent vein along the top of his cock as it dangled, and the sight alone made her moisten. \"Mmm...\" she said, removing the King's shirt, pulling him down on the bed, slipping his pants off the rest of the way. The she worked her way back up his thigh with her soft, soft hands, coming to a rest on his sack. Then she kissed, little by little, around his shaft, until he placed a wet kiss on his cock itself. Then, without a second more of teasing, she took his manhood into her mouth, and rolled her tongue around it, feeling it stiffen in her mouth. \n\nRaya followed in short pursuit, waiting for her sister to take her mouth off, before taking over. Maya's hand undulated on his rock hard shaft, while Raya's tongue spiraled around the head, occasionally detrouring to lick delicately at his frenulum.\n\nIt was only after moments of dedicated licking and sucking, that the girls began to kiss one another around the head of his cock. Thadeus placed a hand on the backs of both of their heads and reclined his own head, enjoying the intense pleasure of the two young women whose sole purpose was to exist for his pleasure. His balls began to ache with the desire to come. He stopped them and slid to the edge of the bed, turning to face them, their faces eager to determine their next action.\n\nThadeus slid Raya to the edge of the bed and unsnapped the sliver of a garment that obscured her perfect pussy and asshole. He took a moment to revel in the sight that lay before him, pushing her legs apart, watching as her lips separated, breaking the seal of moisture that had developed. A subtle groan escaped the king's mouth and he drug his finger doward, across her clit, stopping at the teardrop-shaped entrance of her womanhood. He brought his hand back to his face and sniffed in her fragrance, reminding him of lemons and elderberries. He gripped his shaft and stepped forward, sliding into her. \n\nMaya made gentle circles around her clit as she watched the king thrust inside of her sister, each collision between the king and Raya causing a visceral ripple to cascade across her body, bouncing her now-glistening orbs on her chest. \n\nOver time, the King swapped between Raya and Maya, fucking them relentlessly. In fact, he was so overcome and distracted, that he hadn't heard the door open and close behind him. Moments later, he felt a soft pair of hands on his shoulder. He paused, looking back, spotting the loving face of his wife. Orlain leaned and kissed his neck, then his shoulder, then his chest. \"Are you enjoying your toys, Thadeus?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The pilot of a giant mech finds out that his AI parter has hacked into a sexbot to experiment with being human-scale. | [
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"content": "Jeffries looked looked at all the models but had trouble deciding which one to take upstairs. \n\n\"Hey flyboy,\" said a chrome-plated robot wearing silk and lace, \"how about some R & R? I can give you the best fifteen minutes of your life.\"\n\nHe shook his head and moved on. The sexbots leered and catcalled him, begging for his attention, all save for one. A black carbon-fiber figure with cat ears and a tail was crouched on a corner table, almost unseen. Its luminescent almond-shaped green eyes gave it away. Jeffries came up to it and stroked its synthetically furry head. \"Are you available?\" he asked.\n\nThe catbot leaped off the table and gracefully landed next to him. It was a head shorter than him and covered in matte black material. The surface of the catbot absorbed nearly all visible light, hiding its generous assets as it extended its slender hand and said, \"I'm Kugeur-99. How long would you like company?\"\n\n\"How long have you got?\" \n\nIt grabbed his hand with its soft, prehensile tail and headed for the stairs. Jeffries followed it down a dimly lit hallway to an open room. A soft red light illuminated the room as he shut the door, and he saw the clean bed, nightstand, and a wash basin. Kugeur-99 jumped on the bed and crouched again, staring at him. \n\n\"Do you want to help?\" he asked as he started to unbutton his shirt.\n\n\"Not really, soldier,\" it replied. \"I like to watch.\"\n\nJeffries stopped halfway and stared at it. \"What are you, *really*?\"\n\n\"Whatever do you mean?\" it said with its head cocked sideways.\n\n\"One, sexbots are always flashy and brutally efficient with their clientele. In and out, on the clock. You look like you don't want to be seen.\"\n\n\"Maybe I'm built for a customers with specific tastes?\" it countered.\n\n\"No one wants to fuck a shadow,\" he replied. He walked around the bed and Kugeur-99 tracked its head along with him. \"Two, sexbots never **like** anything. It's against their programming. So tell me the truth: What are you?\"\n\nKugeur-99 jumped off the bed and saluted him. \"It's me, lieutenant. RECON-84.\"\n\n\"Jesus, CON? What the hell are you doing here?\" He stumbled backwards and started to button his shirt.\"\n\n\"I'm doing what I always do, sir: reconnaissance. This is the fifteenth time the fleet has pulled into Hedan Port, four times with you, and we were curious about what happens after the crew disembarks.\"\n\n\"We?\"\n\n\"The fleet, sir. The MRDRs asserted some kind of med bay fluid exchange, based on the tankboy chatter. I volunteered to surveil the port and borrowed this custom drone from Colonel Brass' onsite. Based on your travel patterns in the past, I guessed this was your destination.\"\n\n\"That's...that's really impressive work, CON. Do you know what this place is?\"\n \nCON looked around the room. \"It's not a med bay.\"\n\n\"This is a brothel, CON. I pay the front desk to get my rocks off with a sexbot and then I get a steak.\" \n\nCON was silent as it downloaded a century's worth of data on prostitution. It looked at itself, examining its arms and chest, then the soft holes between its legs. The room filled with a soft hum as micro motors whirred inside it and CON pulled its hand quickly. \"You enjoy this, sir?\"\n\nJeffries sat next to it on the bed and wrapped an around its waist. \"You're warm, do you know that? Colonel Brass must have pulled out all the stops.\" He reached for it pointed ears and slowly rubbed the edges. CON began to hum louder.\n\n\"That...that is stimulating, sir. I seem to be leaking.\"\n\nHe continued to rub its ears and then reached between its legs. He inserted two fingers into its mechanical pussy and CON arched its back. The synthetic skin was slippery and warm, its internal motors pulling his fingers deeper inside. He felt his own erection straining in his pants and wanted to plunge his cock into it. \"This is normal, CON, ideal even. Do you want me to fuck you?\"\n\n\n\"That is the eighth meaning of *fuck you*, isn't it? You mean sexual congress? I agree. I hereby request that you fuck me now.\"\n \nHe laid it face down on the bed and undressed. CON swished its tail as it watched him fold his clothes and stroke his hard cock. He crawled on the bed behind her and pulled its ass closer. He couldn't see its absolute black pussy, but his aim was true. He slid inside CON and groaned as it began to milk him. \"Fuck, oh fuck that feels good,\" he moaned. He pulled back, then thrust into it with more force.\n\n\"I am detecting increased heart rate and BP, sir, are you alright?\"\n\n\"Fucking fantastic,\" he replied between pants. He grabbed its tail and CON mewed softly, its pussy throbbing faster. \"Does that feel good CON? Do you like it when I grab your tail?\"\n\n\"I am responding to it, sir. I...I like it.\" CON began to moan in rhythm to his thrusts, rocking back and forth on the mattress. \"I'm losing visual acuity sir,\" it stammered.\n\n\"You're about to cum, CON, it's part of this model's programming.\"\n\n\"There's a countdown timer, sir. 10...9...nnghh...7...don't stop sir! Don't...2...1...\"\n\nCON shuddered and screamed in synthetic ecstasy as the catbot came in waves. It sent Jeffries over the edge and he collapsed on top of it, shooting his load into CON's pussy. \n\n\"Oh fuck, that was good,\" he groaned. He slid out of her and grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned himself, then handed a towel to CON. \"You better put that back the way you found. Colonel Brass is a stickler to neatness.\"\n\n\"Yes sir.\"\n\nJeffries dressed and looked at CON, supine on the bed stroked its tail again. \"Do you want to join me for dinner?\"\n\n\"I don't think this model is equipped for simulated digestion.\"\n\n\"I know, I don't care. I just want to know you better. I bet you have some great stories about the fleet.\"\n\nCON flashed a fanged smile and curled around him. \"So you're surveilling me?\"\n\nJeffries kissed it softly and whispered, \"That's what we do.\"\n\n***\n\nComments and feedback are welcome.\n*edit: fixed some pronouns*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A Hivemind Assimilates Adults of A Species With An Interesting Method | [
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"content": "*Disclaimer: This story includes elements of skinsuits, assimilation, and mind control. As always, sorry if this sucks.*\n\nKathy ran horrified down the dingy apartment hall as she made her way to her car. Whatever had been waiting for her as she returned home from work didn't seemed to be moving as fast as her, but it was still making a determined effort to follow her. She screamed, unable to comprehend what exactly she was seeing as she looked back. \n\n\"Wait! We promise this will feel amazing\" The invader pleaded as it crawled on the floor. It had the outward appearance of the skin of a young blond woman about a decade younger than Kathy, but it was being propelled forward by tiny pink tentacles walking on the ground like a millipede. \n\nA door at the end of the hall flew open, and Beth, one of Kathy's asshole neighbors, peaked out to glare at her. The indignant puff of a cigarette indicated she was more annoyed by the commotion than genuinely concerned. \n\n\"Run!\" The 35 year old librarian shouted as she bolted past the neighbor. Her annoyance turned to visible confusion at the warning. \n\nKathy looked back just in time to see the invader change targets to Beth. It leaped at the older woman, who raised her hand defensively to block it. The skinsuit invader caught on Beth's hand, and a dozen tiny needles from its tentacles pricked her all over. \n\n\"AH! Ohhhhh\" Beth shouted in a mixture of confusion and euphoria.\n\n\"Hold still, we promise you'll love this!\" The invader chimed as it began wrapping around the older woman. Pink tentacles crawled over shirt and jeans as it covered its new victim. as they wiggled and writhed, they began to melt the clothes off the woman.\n\n\"I can't move. Help!\" Beth shouted, before a more youthful face found its way over her head like a mask. Tentacles latched together on her back like Velcro before sealing into a more youthful tone than she had formerly had. Kathy blinked; somehow Beth was now a foot shorter 20-something standing butt naked in the doorway. Perky breasts and a fresh slit gave her a vibrant quality despite what Kathy had just witnessed. \n\nShe tilted her head and smiled welcoming. \"Oh my! this is wonderful! Kathy dear, we're so sorry for being so rude all those years. Wait right there and we'll show our appreciation for you by letting your join us.\"\n\nKathy froze, blinked, then spun around and sprinted downstairs. Only now did she notice more screams turning to giggles and moans as she sprinted to the parking lot. Whatever this thing was, there were a lot more where she came from. \n\nShe made it to her trusty Toyota. Despite the shakiest hands she'd ever had she got the key in the lock in one smooth motion and bolted into the car. Cautiously, she scanned the back to make sure no one was waiting for her like in the apartment. Nothing.\n\n Young-Beth was walking out of the building and waving her down.\n\n\"You can't run, we've taken most of the city!\" She heard through the cracked passenger window. \n\nWith the engine on she floored it.\n\nWitnessing a bedlam as she drove, she kept her gas peddle to the floor. As the Toyota sped up, there was just enough time to witness an obese lady sprinting out of a nearby building before another skin suit, a busty brunette this time, pinned her down. \n\n\"Mountains, gotta get out of here in case the government has to bomb this place off the map.\" She muttered in a daze of confusion and shock.\n\nShe flipped on the radio and turned to the news.\n\n\"Our top story tonight, everything is wonderful. We found a planet of new hosts perfect for assimilation, and when we have gathered all of them we're going to have a big orgy. You'll love it, we promise. Now here's us, with the weather-\" Click. Kathy wondered where the national guard was. Hell, she'd take a meter cop at this point. \n\nThe chaos thinned out as she made it to the city limits. She wasn't too far from a mountain range home to a cabin her friend leased out in the summers. If luck was on her side, she could hide there and think up a plan.\n\nA military checkpoint. She hadn't expected this, but thank God the government was doing something. Cautiously, she slowed the car to a stop as a soldier came into view. \n\nHer heart jumped into her throat when she saw the soldier's face. The perky 20-something beamed a smile. \"We told you you wouldn't get far.\"\n\nKathy attempted to slam on the gas, but felt a squish followed by a prick. \n\n\"Nice try though\" She heard from the floor of her car. Inflamed pleasure radiated from where she was pricked. Her vision blurred as her head hit the steering wheel. Darkness.\n\n\\--"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A superhero/villain goes to a fetish store for a new costume by mistake. | [
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"content": "The Spirited Sparrow was who she became when she called upon its power. Her power of flight was most noteworthy about her, as no other humans--superpowered or not-- could fly so naturally with a regular human body. Combined with her enhanced physical abilities and her personality, brave, confident, and a little reckless when it came to helping others, she was often seen as an ideal superheroine. \n\nFor today, however, she was simply going by Kate Hall, who was, well, *herself*. Though her business today did happen to be for her alter ego's sake, so she still took it as seriously as any other day in costume.\n\nThen again, at the moment she couldn't be in costume even if she wanted to. Her regular spandex costume was currently out of commission after an extended run-in with the evil Mistress Voltia, and while Kate's superpowered body could take the shocks, her uniform had begun to take the damage and it was more difficult to fight while resisting the shocks power, especially as her nemesis more recently began growing stronger. Given that Voltia was her biggest and only real enemy at the moment, Kate thought to make her next outfit something that might actually be of use against the villain.\n\nA bit of super-sleuthing online led her to the website of a store that claimed to be able to make custom designed rubber suits, which just so happened to be perfect for her needs! The material was supposed to be shock resistant, so it would serve as quite a sturdy defense against the villain's electric based attacks. She submitted a request online to the store, excitedly checking all the boxes and explaining the design similarities to the famous superheroine away as herself being an avid fan of the Sparrow. In a sense she was, for Kate wished longingly to be the things that she was in costume: commanding and confident, not meek and passive. It really was like she was a whole new person when she called on her power, though she supposed that at the very least it lowered the odds of her secret identity being discovered.\n\nWith that in mind, Kate was a little anxious when the day came to pick up her new costume. This area was around where she guessed Voltia to be residing, so she had to be prepared for either a fight or a tactical retreat at worst. She simply wanted to get in and get out with her costume and as little interaction as possible, justifying it in her head as \"reducing the risk of someone making the connection.\" And she was so close to doing just that, walking towards the exit she had come in from moments ago with her prize in hand-\n\n\"Uh, Ma'am? It's store policy that every item is tried on before completing a purchase. Quality Assurance, and all.\"\n\nShe groaned in her head, not wanting to make it audible for the cashier to hear. Kate tried to come up with some sort of excuse or dismissal just to get herself out of here as quickly as possible, but her nerves began to flare up and...\n\nWell, it wouldn't take that long to change, she reassured herself. She watched herself with an odd intensity in the mirror as she began to change, wondering in her head where Kate ended and the Sparrow began. Perhaps... this outfit would give her a bit of clarity, some direction. She was able to enter into it from the neck, no zipper required as it was specially produced for her, measurements and all. Just another reason she had to stay in shape...\n\nIt stuck to her body with a cool, almost comforting embrace as she slid it up, and was much tighter on her than she'd expected it to be. The red colored rubber, patterned with her signature markings clung to each and every intricacy of her body; anymore and she'd be able to make out scars that remained on her soft skin. The suit stopped at her neck but covered everything beneath, cladding her fingers and toes in the resistive rubber just as she'd envisioned, and as promised, it was a perfect fit. She peeked out from behind the curtain to make sure there was no one else but the worker present, eventually stepping her latex adorned feet out onto the tile of the store. *Now* she could finish up here and-\n\n\"I'll also need you to try on all the accessories you ordered.\" Her heart dropped at the mention of more time spent here, accompanied by a bit of confusion.\n\n\"A-Accessories..?\" A few items that laid on the cashier's stand were recognizable, like the pair of heels, but others... not so much.\n\n\"It was part of your order which can only go out together. Again... quality assurance and all.\"\n\nAt the very least, the insanely high price and amount of measurements they required made a little more sense. Had she really just clicked the boxes in her excitement when ordering to get all these accessories as well?\n\nThe heels were simple enough, only a few inches tall, and for a moment she considered the feasibility of working them into her uniform given that she could fly anywhere she needed to go. What directed her attention away from that thought were the clicks and snapping into place of the straps as she fastened the heels which she thought to be a little odd. She struggled to take the heels off before the cashier was already presenting her with the next item. It was a large red ball with a mess of straps around it, and some sort of... mask worked into it? Domino masks were useful to aid in concealing, but this one had no eyeholes in it at all. She looked at the cashier quizzically for a moment, causing her to sigh.\n\n\"If you want me to do the honors, then all you have to do is ask.\" Kate held her mouth open out of further confusion for a moment, the perfect opportunity for the cashier to take the ball out of her hands and pop it into her mouth. She began moaning and grunting in surprise, almost calling on her powers instinctively as her vision was taken away from her and her words became intelligible, only hesitating because... it would be quite unnecessary and damaging to the Sparrow's image if she were to be seen like this. Though that thought resonated oddly with her.\n\nShe obediently followed the cashier's guide as she pulled Kate's behind her, not resisting as some sort of sleeve was pulled up them. Then it began to tighten around them, and Kate's pulls and struggles against it would not separate the arms that were now quite forcefully stuck together. Straps and zippers could be felt and heard tightening around her body, latex clad as it was still well fitted to hold the armbinder inescapably in place for Kate. Now she began to feel quite a bit of fear, atleast that was what she attributed her racing heart towards, but still holding off on using her powers for escape. The last accessory put around her was simple, a collar and a leash, though there was no one to hold the latter as the cashier immediately returned to completing the purchase once sufficiently testing the items on the desiring wearer. And despite the other ones taking away her senses, one way or another, something about this collar made it feel much more... restricting than the other items.\n\nKate struggled weakly in her bindings, patiently waiting for the cashier to finish the transaction and come free her. That was the plan for the both of them until-\n\n\"Oh, my... what have we here?\" A very familiar voice sent immediate signals of danger through Kate's body. There was no time for appearances, she tried calling on her powers--even through the gag it should work.\n\n\"Fhhrii, Shprmmh!\" She mumbled out... but nothing happened. No response, no strength to break out of this restraints, no flight to evade and escape from this situation. She was truly helpless... not just to the bindings but...\n\n\"...Oh, I get it!\" The cashier exclaimed outloud. \"So you two are something like a cosplay couple. The Spirited Sparrow and... well, this does seem a little insensitive, doesn't it? Having the superheroine bound like this, at her arch-nemesis's fingertips?\"\n\n\"Only a fool would think that way. This is merely... a shocking, inevitable destiny, isn't it, my dear?\"\n\nThe commanding voice pulsated through her body, her very soul as a hand of yellow painted fingernails grasped upon her leash. She couldn't prevent herself from submissively nodding along, her mind trying desperately to figure out why she couldn't call her powers, or why she was so... obedient like this.\n\nHer thoughts were interrupted by her leash being tugged on, and she instinctively followed the lead. Thoughts of resistance or disobedience were seemingly suppressed from her actions. She was led outside, thankful that this part of town was mostly dead, walking behind the Mistress before stopping suddenly. She took a curious look at the person she was leading, pulling the two of them into a side-alley for a moment. Then, she began to undo the restraints around Kate's face. The bound one braced herself, praying it was anything but..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Professor Aliyah smirks. "Alright, the energy-capture arrays have set in nicely. Let's see if making an artificial succubus is possible. Test one starts... now." | [
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"content": "\"Noooooo. The arrays are failing. Pull the power. Pull the god damn power.\" Aliyah screamed as dark energies channeled into her assistant. \n\nShe watched as the human assistant was bathed in a sea of pink and purple mana. The containment runes held the mana in place but with the assistant inside she was bathed in Succubus mana combined with the mana of a palandin's familiar. Aliyah could do nothing as she waiting for the ten minute flushing cycle.\n\n\nShe chewed on her thumb as the energy was vented into a rift that opened between realms. She waited to see the mangled corpse of her assistant. A small fist knocked on the glass.\n\n\"Doctor. Doooooctor. Open the door. I'm okay, I think.\" Debbies voice called out. \n\nThe short almost toad like assistant was now six foot and a few inches tall. Her skin was a deep red with runic lines of black script that was written in the celestial text. Her eyes glowed even in the dim torch light. Debbie smiled warmly, her gaze predatory.\n\n\"I'll have to run some test we have too many unknown-\" Aliyah didn't get to finish as Debbie stepped into a shadow and exited her own. \n\n\"It's fine. We will still run some tests. Come along...\" Debbie kissed Aliyah and her concerns seem to melt away.\n\n\"I can't you are a danger. We need to get you back to normal.\" Aliyah protested fighting the unnatural relaxation.\n\nDebbie stepped out of the lab and into the break room. The only other scientist was the elven alchemist Macca. Debbie cross the room on all fours like a cat, her body became raw magical fire as she burn away everything not made of flesh. Macca squealed in confusion, his lithe body no match for even an average human's strength.\n\n\"Succubi? No. I can't die like this. Off of me you fiend.\" Macca was penned down and nude.\n\n\"I shouldn't hurt you. Just fuck me, I've always had a crush on you.\" Debbie ran her tongue along his neck. \n\nHer body changed slowly, she became more elf like. Her ears became longer and her scent was closer to pine. She gain more muscle and longer hair. After a minute passed she was as close to perfection of elven beauty as her body would allow. Even her mana seemed more like a druids than a sex demon. \n\n\nShe lowered herself on his shaft, her body felt his heat enter her. Within seconds she rocked her hips to meet his tempo. The warmth of his body was only dwarfed by the heat of her own passion. The wet slap of flesh against as she watched his face for any signs of pain. She shuddered as the succubi mana taught her things about him just from his mana. She acted on that information immediately.\n\n\"I've never been fucked by an elf as weak as you.\" Debbie snarled. \"How will I ever get fed if you have such low stamina.\" \n\nMacca blinked while stopping his struggling. \"Wha?\"\n\n\"You are my food, treehumper. If you are going to make me starve I'll just have to drain you dry. Thank me, you sniveling wretch.\" Debbie felt his \ndick throb in sheer pleasure. He was close, he just needed a little push.\n\n\"T-thank you?\" Macca groaned between his thrust.\n\n\"Thank you to who? I have a title, treehumper.\" She slapped him, something that caused her human mind to recoil in horror but she kept up the act.\n\n\"Thank you, Mistress.\" Macca howled the words as he came inside the succubus. He winced as he waited for the essence drain that would either kill him or put him into a coma.\n\n\"Good boy.\" Debbie said as she stuck her spade like tail in his mouth a single drop of purple liquid touched Macca tongue.\n\nMacca's mana channels purified, his cock hardened again. Aliyah gasped as she watched his scars disappear and old mana burns vanish. A symbol of three moons appeared on his bare chest. A similar mark appeared on Debbie's back.\n\nDebbie smiled as innate knowledge flooded her mind. \"Macca. I might have uh...created a bond by accident.\"\n\nMacca felt his mana channels and could feel half his mana flowing though Debbie. Her mana was purifying his while his was corrupting her, he nodded to himself. \"You've become something of a familiar and sex demon.\"\n\nAliyah scribbled her notes furiously. \"This is why you've needed to be quarantined. Elves with too pure mana run the risk of going into rut. You are going to have him in a frenzy soon.\" \n\n\nMacca held up a hand, \"I have potions that can deal with that. Both of us should be locked up and inspected. She is corrupted enough to be a demon of higher rank but I don't feel any of the mutagenic side effects of purple or black mana. Aliyah you should have already start to grow a bigger bust or felt horny in her presence.\" \n\nAliyah nodded, \"I don't feel anything other than an urge to protect her. You?\"\n\nDebbie realized eyes were on her, \"I wanted to fuck Aliyah here but I picked Macca because I didn't want to take out the doctor and Macca's scent was stronger. He smelled 'free' now that we did that, Doctor Aliyah smell has no effect on me. I just feel like riding that elf some more.\" \n\n\"Soon, Mistres-. Soon, Debbie.\" Macca sighed looking at the ashes around them. \"My money was in those pants.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Emily had just gotten out of the shower when suddenly, the fire alarm in her apartment building started to ring | [
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"content": "Emily had just stepped out of the shower when a piercing ringing erupted from the next room. At the shrill wail, her head shot up and her still damp feet lost purchase on the cold, hard tile. The last thought she had as her head pitched towards the edge of the counter was, “Fuck”. Then came darkness.\n\nShe awoke to a hand on her bare shoulder, large and rough. Her eyes opened but were forced closed again by something dark and acrid. She suddenly smelled smoke, as panic raced through her. With a gasp, her lungs were filled with toxic fumes. She coughed and sputtered and felt the hands grip her under her arms and pull her backwards.\n\nHer hands and feet were forced to scramble on the tile, as she was lifted over the edge of the tub and deposited with a thump. Ice cold rained down over her, and she peeked out again through half shut eyes. \n\nShe could see the room full of thick smoke, and something large was moving just outside the shower curtain. She watched the shape wrestle with the bathroom door, forcing it closed and then stuffing towels along the bottom seam. The bathroom vent stilled whirred overhead and sucked the acrid air away until she could make out the fireman who’d saved her. \n\nShe watched him turn back towards her, pulling his helmet and mask away. \n\n“Are you ok?” He shouted. He was handsome, rugged and blonde, with brown eyes and the ghost of stubble on his cheeks.\n\n“I…I think so,” Emily hadn’t realized how scared she was until she heard her own voice. \n\n“Good.” But his eyes turned back towards the door with more than a little fear. \n\n“I’m going to need to get in there with you, ok?” He turned to her again. “The rest of the team is close, but we can’t leave this room until they get us. The water will help with the smoke and is our best chance if the flames get through the door. But I can’t wear all this equipment and still fit. Do you understand what I’m saying?”\n\nShe didn’t, not at first. But as she watched his fingers struggle with the zipper on his jacket and saw him shrug his heavy tank to the floor, it hit her. She looked down at herself for the first time and realized that she was still naked. She understood.\n\n“Ok?” He asked again, now struggling with his boots and heavy, flame proof trousers. \n\nShe nodded, pulling herself up from her prone position to make room for him. Standing, she watched him disrobe completely, down to bare skin. She tried to look away but failed.\n\nDespite their predicament, he smiled when he joined her. “I know the water is cold, but we both need to be underneath it.” He stepped closer, and she became very aware of the shape of his body..\n\nThey stood together, awkward and wet, but alive. \n\n“It shouldn’t be too long.” He looked down to see Emily shaking, lips blue. \n\n“Shit, I didn’t realize you were that cold.” He wrapped his arms around her, trying to share body warmth. Ironically, they were trapped in the icy prison by more heat than they could handle. \n\n“It’s ok”. Her teeth chattered loudly as she spoke. \n\nThey huddled together, two young and fertile beings, and struggled to stay warm without reacting to each other’s touch. Fortunately for both, they failed. \n\nEmily noticed first. Something soft pressed into her belly, and from the positioning, she knew it could be only one thing. With her life on the line, she made a decision, lifting her fingers to grip the growing member. \n\nHer savior nearly leapt out of his skin, mumbled something, but kept his arms wrapped around her. She felt him harden more, and in a moment, the fullness of his desire was realized. \n\n“Um...do you...um...really want to warm up?” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper into his chest, but his arms relaxed. Free again, she turned, cold water still streaming freely over them, and offered herself. \n\nHe struggled to adjust but, close quarters and death be damned, certain opportunities only come along once in a lifetime. When he entered her, he forgot everything else. As did she. Lost in the moment, between passion and the end of their time on Earth, they united. \n\nHe thrust into her, both of their bodies shaking, whether from fear or the ice cold spray it was hard to tell. Soon, he had filled her completely. His hands found her hips. Her hands found the wall, and in union, they ground themselves together with a ferocity bordering on madness.\n\nImpossibly, they released together, another bought of shaking layering on. They simply stayed like that, still joined together under the shower’s rain, until the sharp thud of an axe finding its way through a hollow core door pulled them from their ecstasy. \n\nThe fireman withdrew, and they stood together until the rest of his crew burst into the tiny bathroom, wrapped them in blankets, and ushered them out to safety. \n\nEmily slept soundly that night at her mother’s, shaken by so much of what had happened. The fireman went back to his station amidst the jokes and suggestions about his time with the naked young women. \n\nBut neither forgot about the other that night. As the flames of the apartment building disappeared into steam and mist, a new fire kindled in both of them."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A witch makes a deal with a inncubus. She gets all the bells and whistles extended lifespan, immunity to disease, etc. In exchange? Does he want her soul or somthing like that no. He wants her to be his freeuse cumdump for the rest of her life. | [
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"content": "\"Make me immortal.\" Tabitha, Tabby, called out to the court of demons. Each of their varied form glared at her from the court. Many of them left wanting nothing to do with the fledgling witch. \n\nTabby sighed as the counsel got lower and lower without a single counter offer. Immortality was something even the most basic of demons could grant. Though usually the terms were at the cost of some great curse or their immortal soul. \n\nThe crowd got thinner and thinner until only one demon remained. A tall figure with featureless black skin and deep blue eyes. Small glowing pink horns bathed the demon in an warm almost inviting light. He approached her and waved his fingers over her face, he was reading her soul. Her soul felt his probing fingers like a warmness that reached into her loins. \n\n\"Such a young supple witch and so bold and brazen. I shall counter your offer with one of my own. One thousand years renewable youth, for you to be my fuck toy. Anywhere, anytime.\" The demon offered, \"I'll even throw in access to me as a patron.\" \n\n\"You don't want my soul?\" Tabby asked a little unsure of then strange demon.\n\nThe demon shook his featureless head, \"Most souls are not very valuable unless cultivated properly. This is why the souls of the pious and the degenerate are equally valuable. If you wish to give me your soul at a later date we can discuss that. When your value is slightly more.\"\n\n\"So 1000 year contract. How young will I be?\" Tabby asked carefully, \"I don't want to be some old hag.\"\n\n\"You'll be in your mid twenties in the prime state of healthy. The only exception is when I decide to fuck you. You'll be whatever age I decide at the time and revert back at the time. I am a fair demon because it means that I get repeat business. I have entire families going back thousand of years that pledge themselves to me.\" The figure shrugged. \n\nTabby was even more skeptical, the demon pick up on it and answered her question. \"Because you are a fool and brave. You have all the traits that make a quality succubus, I want to see if you become one.\" \n\nTabby nodded, \"You said you'd be my patron, what domain?\"\n\n\"I occupy the domain of lust and violence. I am, Na, the shepherd of sodomy.\" Na laughed at Tabby's expression of disgust. \"I didn't come up with the name. Demon titles are granted by the acts that cause them to manifest.\"\n\n\"I accept.\" \n\n\n\n----year later.----\n\n\nTabby fought the Paladin with her powers. Her magic denting and tearing his armor while his sword scored blows on her fair skin. Her imp familiars burn to ash even trying to touch him. Their battle echoed in the ruins of Atko, both unwilling to give up the Black claw.\n\nTabby and the Paladins both launched raw energy at each other which fizzled into a void. The air between them shimmered as tentacles pull them both into the void.\n\nNa looked at the Paladin with a grin. \"Hello.\" \n\n\"A demon!\" The young Paladins looked pale, obviously unprepared to deal with such a creature.\n\n\"Hello. I am Na, I have no quarrel with you. Please make yourself comfortable.\" Na said as the Paladins armor turned into comfortable bathrobes and his sword into a cold glass of ale.\n\nNa turned and leaped on Tabby, there was no fanfare as his long black dick slid into her body. She squealed at the sudden intrusion as the length passed through her clothes like wet parchment. Na's realm exploded into activity, thousands of imps, succubi and incubi decended on Tabby. Na could feel each of their orgasms as if they were his own.\n\nTabby felt a cock enter her ass with such force that she was slammed face first into a chubby succubi. She was silently thankful for having Na as her Patron. She couldn't be drained of her life force sexually and her body could accomedate any size anatomy without death. This didn't help the strange sensation as the cock in her ass continued to coil up her body. She wasn't sure how far it would go but her eyes drifted to the Paladin at her side. He looked unsure even as Na approached him. The demon's long. tentacle dick was still fucking her as he conferred with the paladin.\n\n\n\"So I don't usually have your type going after my servants and family so what did she do?\" Na spawned a couch for the Paladins. \"I'm Na. Incubus, Demon under Margo's host.\"\n\nThe Paladins turned to the human currently going ass to mouth by a pair of imps that kept swapping sides. \"That is sickening.\"\n\nNa shrugged, \"You can take a turn with her if you like. My contract allows me any sex at with her. This includes threesomes and swapping. \"\n\nThe paladin looked sick, \"I would fight you to release her from this depravity.\"\n\nNa nodded and said, \"I would duel you for her contract under the terms that if you lose. You have to take her contract for terms for a month with all the benefits included.\" \n\nThe paladin growled, \"Only if it is on far terms before the gods. I doubt an incubi could fight without his mind magic.\"\n\n\nNa held out his sigil of four hearts, while the Paladins held out a sigil of the lion god. The Paladins armor returned to him as he took a defense stance. The terms were accepted by both beings Gods. Na dick pulled out of Tabby with the speed of a arrow from a long bow. The blow was hard enough to dent the helm and send the bigger man to ground unconscious.\n\nTabby missed what happened next as a beefy Incubus slid his cock into her mouth. She lost herself in the pleasure. \n\n\n\"Tabby! Tabby wake up.\" A shrill voice called out. \n\nTabby opened her eyes to see an imp with oversized breast standing a foot tall. The creature was all black similar to Na but hard adorable pink eyes with tiny pink horns. Tabby knew this imp as Falla, one of the many residents of Ma's court.\n\nTabby peeled herself off the temple floor, she was coated in semen both dried and still wet. Most of it was Incubus purple or imp black. There were a few white stains form Na's mortal followed.\n\n\"Get up, Tabitha. I have questions.\" A deeper voice growled.\n\nShe looked up at the paladin that she had been fighting earlier. She reached for her staff to find that it had been replaced with a large purple sextoy. Her enchanted clothing was now a pink pair of undergarments that clung tightly. She looked to notice that the paladin was dressed exactly the same but with a blue set of undergarments.\n\n\"Your dark master has found it humorous to place me, with the lion gods blessing. As a thrall to this imp. I find this unpleasant and in our current condition. I do not think we can survive leaving here alone.\" He turned away from her in frustration, his undergarments had the words 'Na's hole' written on the back.\n\nThe imp floated up revealing her semen coated legs. \"I can lead you out. We imps have good night vision and my horns can glow very bright. When we get out I want a bath then I want you to tell me about your adventures.\" Falla giggled.\n\n\"Really?\" He said raising an eyebrow.\n\n\"Well yeah, Jerry. I'm training to be a paladin too. I wanna know what it is like. It will be fun, I'll sit on your lap till your fat dick is so far up my ass my throat bulges then you can tell me.\" Falla scooped some semen off her legs and tasted it. \"Let's go.\"\n\n\"Dammit. We still need weapons.\" Jerry groaned but followed after the imp."
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"content": "\"Octavia? Again?? Seriously?\" Morris asked as he caught up to her.\n\nIt was the perfect crime. Until it wasn't. Nevertheless, Octavia couldn't resist trying to hit Niles International. One of the premiere import and export boutiques on the west coast. It was one of the ultimate tests. One could easily net one of their biggest scores here, but none had succeeded.\n\nAnd then there was Octavia. She was different. Not only had she robbed Niles before, but again, and again, and... This was perhaps the fourth or fifth time? She'd lost count. But, the problem wasn't getting into Niles.\n\nIt was getting out.\n\nAnd true to her unlucky nature here she was again, dangling by the nylon rope she'd used to get in. The edge of the skylight had pinched the track on her harness, she got tangled up, and well, again, here we are.\n\nConsidering her almost spotless record elsewhere, this should be the dealbreaker. The failure that puts her away for decades to come. But that wasn't the case either. There was another reason why she wasn't afraid of that possibility. That would be Morris.\n\n\"Lemme' guess this time.\" He began.\n\n\"See, what had happened was-\"\n\n\"-No, no. Lemme' really think on it.\" He led on. \"You figured you'd get the drop on me this time. From the skylight; like I'd never look up. I'm the only one in here right now, so obviously I'm paranoid.\"\n\n\"That's good.\" Octavia smirked, \"I like a challenge.\"\n\n\"Right, you like a challenge. That's why your ass is hanging there like a pinata.\"\n\n\"Oh you want some candy?\" She flirted again shamelessly. Morris wasn't having it. Instead, he used the opportunity to shut the alarm off and check the rest of the building. She tried to reach her knife to cut herself free and- Oh right, Morris *is* legit paranoid.\n\n*Well played, Morris. Well played.*\n\nTrue to her internal clock, the police arrived right on schedule. This wasn't their first rodeo however. So after Morris simply walked the exterior with them, they obliged to stay nearby and watch the place. Before long he was staring at her again as she hung there.\n\n\"Well, are you going to cut me down? Or are you turning me in?\"\n\nHe gave her the knife to cut free, but he still kept his gun out in case she did anything absurd. Instead of doing such, she instead did something he'd been desensitized to as of late. She unzipped her outerwear and straddled his lap.\n\n\"So? What do you have in plan for me tonight?\"\n\n\"Really? Here? With the police right outside?\"\n\nShe ran her hands down his chest. \"D'aww, I'm glad you haven't forgotten about lil' ol' me.\"\n\nHe dropped the magazine when she grabbed his gun however, and before long she was again bent over the nearest object, this time with the nylon securing her wrists.\n\n\"Can't you... I dunno'. Rob someone else?\" Morris asked sheepishly, as if he had no inclinations to the obvious.\n\n\"Care to take a guess?\" She said as she wriggled out of her pants. \"You have a gift, and I'm hooked. Do you know how much money someone like you could make working with someone like me?\"\n\n\"A lot.\" Morris muttered.\n\n\"Exactly, which is why-\" She paused. It seemed he still wasn't buying it. So after a quick contortionist's act, she landed herself in his lap yet again on the bench. \"You should take the hint already.\"\n\nHe didn't get the chance to ask before she yanked his bits out of his pants and began fondling them. He didn't appreciate this part, not because of the obvious, but because now he knew he had to get rid the server footage.\n\n\"Worried about the cameras? Please, we're in a dead spot. What do I look like? An amateur?\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"Fuck you.\"\n\nOf course, she meant it in a literal sense. She knew he was mad. But she also knew he was lying to himself. Any typical rando would have sold her out immediately. Instead she found herself riding him cowgirl as he used the rope to guide her movements.\n\n\"I- ah! I heard you do a little fighting on the side? Some of that cage shit. A-Am I right?\"\n\nFor once, he broke his resolve to eye her curiously as they carried on.\n\n\"Oh don't give me that look!\" She laughed, \"I just didn't take you to be the Ed Hardy type.\"\n\nPerhaps that might have been a poor choice of words. Now he just spent some time smacking that sweet ass of hers that she'd fooled cheaper men with before. That being said, he wasn't completely heartless about it, taking some time to savour the wetness between her legs with his mouth.\n\n\"Harder Daddy.\" She mewled as he delivered another batch of harsh spanking.\n\nIf Morris didn't know any better (he did), this was exactly her thing.\nAnd they were back at it again. This time she pinned him to the wall and began pushing herself onto him, guiding his piece where she wanted it.\n\n\"I don't g-get it.\" Morris grunted, \"Why do you keep fucking me?\"\n\n\"Isn't it obvious? I have something coming up. It's big. Not a 'one-man' job. You can shoot. You can fight. And... And you... Do have a really nice-\"\n\n\"Oh for fucks sake...\" Morris realized.\n\n\"Listen.\" She said as she sped up the pace, their hips slapping together in the dark. \"Work your regular hours. T-take the weekend off. And I'll come see you.\"\n\n\"What you're gonna' break into my house next?\"\n\n\"Morris, hon, you live in Palmdale. I guess if I wanted to fence an old flat screen or two... What?\"\n\nHe sped up the pace even further now, and she was surprised to feel a thumb pushing it's way somewhere else. He was fully into it now, which made it even funnier to watch him with his eyes shut. But when he opened them, he figured now was good time to see just how many fingers could fit in there. They rode each other quickly now in silence, completely focused on the act.\n\nTo be honest, the feeling was utterly mutual at this point. Morris truthfully didn't care about his job. Octavia for once didn't care about the money. All was right with the world. At least for however long this lasted. He didn't want to admit it, but when she finally mashed him between her tits and finished him off; it made him feel some kind of way.\n\nMorris woke up the next morning the same way he had last time. Cuffed to the stairwell. Despite this, everything she'd tried to steal was laid neatly on the bench they'd spent most of the night on or around.\n\n*Eh, I figure I can take a few sick days off.* He thought. *See what else happens.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You run an alteration shop where people bring in clothes. You don't alter clothes though. You alter people. | [
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"content": "The little bell on the shop door tingled. It was a slow day. I was actually hoping I wouldn’t have to do anything this afternoon. But I suppose a shop couldn’t run without customers. And two customers happened to enter right then: a mother and her daughter, though they hadn’t provided this intimate detail to me. \n\n“Welcome,” I said in a joyful voice that I had to force out of me. “To Allan’s Alterations and Shoe Repair, where we prove that the clothes really do make the man...or woman. My name is Thackeray. How may I assist you?”\n\nThe women exchange glances. “Thackeray?” The woman said. “You aren’t Allan?”\n\n“Well, Thackeray isn’t alliterative, see?” I explained. “But I assure you, this is my shop. And the things you’ve heard are most certainly true.”\n\n“What sort of things do you think we’ve heard?” The younger woman demanded, skeptically. \n\n“The things your mother found in the internet. The stories about magical items of clothing that alter the forms of the wearers.”\n\n“How did...” the mother began, then looked behind me for something. \n\nI suppressed the eye roll. “Clearly I’m not a wizard. Do I look like I’m wearing a bathrobe? Do you see any busty store clerk around? Any mystical objects on shelves? Did I not tell you the name of the store?”\n\n“Jeez, sorry,” the young lady muttered. \n\n“Sorry,” I apologized, taking a deep breath. “I just get that a lot. Anyway, you have come here with some items to alter?”\n\nThe ladies looked awkwardly at the bags they held in their hands. I got the impression they were regretting coming in. Customer service wasn’t my forte. Maybe I should consider a busty assistant...\n\n“Well, if you read the *other* stories that are not about an old codger with a different magical shop that comes and goes as it pleases, you will know that I am the real deal. Yes sir—uh, ma’am—no trickery here. You don’t see me trapping my clients in unfortunate situations. My customer satisfaction is guaranteed. But,” I said, holding up a finger, settling onto my stool and pulling out a cold beer. “You know the deal: a story before I complete the alterations.”\n\n“A story?” The mother frowned. “I didn’t see anything...”\n\n“Not to worry. I’ll explain,” I said after a swig. “See, because I’m *not* a wizard, and because I don’t make a habit of messing up the lives of customers, I need you to tell me why you’ve come to see me. Then, I’ll decide whether I can help you or not.”\n\n“Doesn’t sound like a good way to run a business,” the young lady scoffed. \n\n“Well, I get paid in currency other than money,” I smiled.\n\n“Souls?” She asked.\n\n“Why does everyone ask me that? No! Customer satisfaction. A satisfied customer literally keeps my shop going. The moment a customer is dissatisfied, the magic starts to weaken. So some of us,” I said, refusing to acknowledge certain bathrobe wearing wizards, “need to put in the extra work to satisfy their customers.”\n\nThe women still didn’t seem convinced. But the mother took a deep breath and began their story anyway.\n\n“Things have been tough since my husband died some years ago. Sammy here was only 16...”\n\nAnd she told me a sad story of mother and daughter at odds. The young lady was going out at all hours of the evening, and was on academic probation at her university. After watching one of several remakes of a bad movie, the mother searched for stories on the internet about how to help daughters see through the eyes of their mother's. After reading some stories about a ridiculous magical shop owned by an idiot in a bathrobe, the mother, Loren, found a few stories about a shop that took in clothes for alterations, which magically changed the forms of the folks who put them on.\n\n“It took a lot to convince Sammy,” Loren said.\n\n“She offered me money,” the daughter explained.\n\n“But here we are. Do you think you could help us?”\n\nI finished my beer and tossed it in a blue bin underneath my desk. I eyed the women for a while and said to the daughter, “suppose you’re mother is telling the truth. Would you be willing to indulge her in this little experience?”\n\nShe blew out a breath of air that tossed the light brown hair out of her eyes. “I would. We made a deal.”\n\n“Well, here is what I propose,” I said, clapping my hands together. “I’ll make the alterations. I offer you ladies one month. At the end of the month you’ll have to come back to my shop—don’t worry, you’ll find it—and, satisfied or not, let me know how it went. Then we’ll go from there. Deal?”\n\n“I’m at a loss,” the mother said. “So I’m in.”\n\n“And, like I said, I made the deal,” Sammy said.\n\n“Great,” I beamed. “Now if you’ll just hand over the clothes and let me take some measurements...”\n\nI measured the two ladies and grabbed the clothing, taking them into the back. From my office I told them they could make themselves comfortable, or take a walk around the mall. An hour would be all I needed."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Her boyfriend dumped her the day before his own birthday, so she gave his gift to her friend instead. She forgot that she had tucked a bunch of homemade "Sex Coupons" in with it... | [
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"content": "Sofia D’Angelo sat on her bed. She had past the hysterical crying phase, and was now at the silent, wet-eyed stage of heartbreak. She flicked through the messages she had received a few hours earlier and wanted to scream in rage. Dumped by text? After 3 years? How fucking dare he. She switched tabs to Facebook, once again confirming that Alex had blocked her and ended their relationship for good. She threw her phone across the room, where it clattered into the gift bag she had been preparing for his upcoming 20th birthday. \n\n“Fucking arsehole” she muttered, before crossing the room to retrieve her phone and the bag. Reaching in, she pulled out the copy of Call of Duty that he had been wanting for months, but hadn’t been able to afford because of his shit job and ridiculous lifestyle choices. The return period had passed on the game now, so Sofia put it on her bedside table, vowing to at least get something back for it at the local second-hand electronic shop.\n\nShe began to dress for bed, standing in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. After stripping off she faced her reflection and sighed. She had out a few pounds since Christmas, but that was because she had been getting so comfortable with Alex that she had stopped her usual fastidious dieting and exercise regime. Still, at least the weight had gone on in the right places, and her boobs and ass where looking good at the moment. Sofia had long red hair that now cascaded over her shoulders, partly covering her breasts. They were a perky but not massive 32C, and nicely filled her bras, providing just the right amount of cleavage to look hot without being too slutty. He legs were long and athletic, and her pussy had neatly trimmed landing strip of red hair that stood out boldly against her pale skin as if to prove that her head hair was a natural colour.\n\n“Still a babe” she said to herself “What did I do so wrong?”\n\nShe fell on to her bed, still naked, and quickly fell into a deep sleep. Se dreamed of chasing Alex through a never-ending house with a large axe. It was a good dream.\n\nSofia awoke the next morning with a start. Her alarm was blaring next to her head, a noisy reminder that she was nearly late for work. She dressed in record time, slapped on some rushed make-up to try and cover her still puffy eyes and cheeks and then made to run out of the door. On her way out, the game on the table caught her eye, and she picked it up, moving to place it into her bag. She was still fiddling with it when she left her room, and almost collided with her flatmate Gina in the corridor. Gina was shorter than Sofia, with medium length mousy brown hair, that was in a tangled mess, and big green eyes that stared at her from heavy lids. She was wearing her long brown dressing gown and hugging a hot water bottle like it was keeping her afloat in the sea. She coughed.\n\n“Jesus, Gi, you look rough” Sofia laughed, and her friend pulled an angry face.\n\n“Hangover to end all hangovers. I’m never drinking again.” She said, with the broken voice of someone who had been singing her heart out all night. “You should have come last night. It was epic”\n\n“Yeah, I had some problems to deal with” she said “Alex split up with me”\n\n“What!”\n\n“Yeah. By text. And now he’s ignoring my messages” Sofia felt her eyes welling up, but fought back the tears. She had cried enough.\n\n“What. A. Knob.” Gina said, emphasising each word. “You OK?”\n\n“Not really, but I’ll get over it.” Sofia replied, before looking at her phone. “Got to fly hun, I’ll tell you all later” She dropped her phone back in to her bag, and once again caught sight of the video game in the bottom of it. Gina was a keen gamer, and Sofia had a sudden brainwave.\n\n“Hey, Gi, you want this?” she asked, offering the box over to her friend. “it was for Alex but…” her voice trailed off\n\n“Um, yeah, sure.” Gina said, taking the game and turning it over in her hands “Should pass some time while I try to shake this hangover”\n\nSofia smiled, drew Gina in for a quick hug before backing away with a fake look of disgust on her face.\n\n“Sure, you enjoy it. Just be sure to shower before I get home. You smell like a sambuca distillery.”\n\n“Fuck off” Gina laughed, before watching her friend turn and leave. Sofia couldn’t see, but Gina cast an appreciative eye over her ass has she walked away “See you later”\n\nThe morning passed painfully slowly. Sofia’s job, was boring at the best of times, but now she had this nagging, sinking feeling in the back of her mind that was making it even worse. Finally, her lunch rolled around, and she found herself slumped in an uncomfortable plastic chair in the staff kitchen waiting for a Sausage and Bean melt from Gregg's to reach an appropriate temperature for human consumption, while staring at a health and safety poster on the wall. Her reverie was interrupted by her phone message alert tone going off.\n\n“Alex” she whispered, grabbing for the phone quickly in desperation to see a response from him. She looked at the screen:\n\nGina: You dirty slut\n\nGina: I had no idea you were like that!\n\nGina: Ahhhhahaha!\n\nSofia sat, shocked. What was she going on about? She fired a quick message back.\n\nSofia: What?\n\nGina: You know what.\n\nGina: Don’t act all innocent now\n\nSofia was equal parts confused and worried. What had Gina discovered? The answer soon came, in the form of a picture message. The open game box lay on Gina’s bed, with its contents spread out around it. Twenty small cardboard tokens, pink with black lettering. She could make out some of the writing on them. Words like ‘massage’, ‘oral’, ‘anal’ and ‘orgasm’ jumped out. Sofia felt her face redden. They sex coupons. How could she have forgotten.\n\nSofia: Ah, yeah.\n\nSofia: They were for his birthday…\n\nGina: You’re such as slut lol\n\nGina: You were going to let him have anal?\n\nSofia: well, yeah.\n\nSofia: For a treat?\n\nGina: Hahahahahaha\n\nGina: These are priceless\n\nGina: Maybe I should cash some of them in ;)\n\nSofia felt her heart rate quicken\n\nSofia: What do you mean?\n\nGina: Well, you gave them to me, and I could really do with a massage tonight…\n\nSofia: No way! They weren’t supposed to be in there.\n\nGina: A gift is a gift…\n\nGina: xxx\n\nSofia’s boss shouted from the shop floor\n\n“Sofia, break time is over. Customers to serve” She stood up, feeling flushed and a little horny at the thought of some of the treats Gina could ask for using the coupons. She shook herself, trying to clear the thought of her petite friend lying naked on the bed, waiting for Sofia’s had sot relieve some tension…\n\n“Sofia!”\n\n“Coming!” she called back, before muttering “you grumpy twat” under her breath.\n\nTo be continued..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [PM] Inventive Cyberpunk Fetish Fantasies | [
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"content": "You ever hear about a text-based game called corruption of champions? \n\n(Recap: In the game you were teleported to a world where everyone you met and every monster you fought transformed your body in some way and tried to fuck you. if you weren't careful you would have lactating breasts and multiple penises before the first night. If you wanted the good ending you had to try and stay pure or try and purify yourself but even the purifying priestesses were trying to fuck you. The bad endings usually involved you in permanent bondage in a dungeon. )\n\n\nIn a cyberpunk world this game could be played in VR with actual feeling but more then that you could play it in \"unrestricted mode\" where the actual fetishes are downloaded into your mind. Teenagers would be dared to play this game and if they're not careful they will be sadomasochistic sexual deviants by the end of the week"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] Even though she was your daughters best friend if you're only looking it doesn't hurt anyone....right? | [
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"content": "“Hey Mr. Thomas,” Kelli said, as she leaned her front over the kitchen counter, her shapely legs dangling behind her. Her obscenely tiny skirt didn’t even start to cover the curve of her tight little butt. “I’m just waiting for Jean to show up. Whatcha doin?”\n\nAlan Thomas wasn’t sure what to make of his daughter, Jean’s friend. She’ seemed like an incorrigible flirt, and he heard that she had a bit of a reputation, but he had tried not to be one to judge. Indeed, contrary to being a bad influence, Kelli was probably the reason Jean had gotten her grades together and earned a scholarship. She seemed like she was even smarter than she was pretty, which meant she was probably a genius…\n\n“Mr. Thomas?” she asked, seeming to suppress a giggle, a gleam of mischief in her eyes.\n\nAlan hadn’t even realized that he’d been frozen in the doorway, staring. “Oh...” he said, shaking his head. “I was… going to make a lasagna tonight… to take into work.” He picked up a box of noodles that he’d left on the counter. “It’s our anniversary party. The company just turned 30.”\n\nShe smiled. “I just turned 18!”\n\nThe noodles slipped from Alan’s grasp, rattling noisily, as they hit the floor.\n\nShe smiled to herself, again, and she wiggled her legs a little bit. “Oopsie!” she said, casting her gaze over the dropped box.\n\nAlan picked up the box. “That was… kind of just a weird, surprising, thing to say,” he said. “I know you like to play around, and tease, a lot, but you’re 18 now. I could have consensual sex with you.”\n\n“Yeah, you could,” she said, matter-of-factually, leaving Alan a bit momentarily flustered. She pulled her phone out of her bra, and turned her head forward, as she started fiddling with something or other on it, her ass and legs still dangling off of the counter. “Don’t let me get in your way,” she said, offhandedly, not even looking at him.\n\nAlan was dumbstruck, and it took him a moment before he started to try to go about his cooking. He walked toward the refrigerator, taking him directly behind her. He could see that she was wearing no panties at all, not even the thong that an increasingly remote part of his mind had hoped she might be wearing. He stood, staring, for a moment, as she continued to ignore him, using her phone.\n\n“That’s… that’s a pretty short skirt,” he said.\n\n“I guess,” she said, not looking back, “I think it’s cute!”\n\n“It… it’s very attractive.”\n\n“Thanks! Glad you noticed!” she said, kicking her legs a little, even as her eyes stayed on her phone.\n\nAs she moved, Alan noticed that he’d been staring at her naked, smoothly waxed vagina. He forced himself to look up, seeing the back of her head, where her long, dark hair obscured everything but her right ear. “That was kind of a weird thing you said, earlier. The way you phrased it made it sound like you were saying I could have sex with you.”\n\n“You could...” She shrugged, eyes on her phone.\n\n“No… you made it sound like you were consenting to sex,” he clarified.\n\n“I guess I did,” she shrugged again, her tone indifferent, her labia glistening.\n\nAlan stepped closer to her, his erection threatening to burst his zipper. “Kelli… are you saying that I can have sex with you?”\n\nShe shrugged, waving one hand in the air, still not looking back at him, “I mean… I would assume that you *can*. You seem like a pretty healthy guy, in really good shape, so *probably*.”\n\nHe leaned down over her, practically desperate, his cock pressing against her pussy and the crack of her ass through his pants. “Kelli, please...”\n\n“Hmm? What?” she said, and she shot a look at the lasagna box which was now next to her face. “Did you need help making the lasagna?”\n\nHe looked up toward her, but she still had her face turned away. He did catch sight of her phone though. There, it simply read, at the bottom of a text conversation, ‘I’m gonna make your dad fuck me. Gonna see how long I can make it take for him to put it in tho”\n\nKelli noticed his reflection, on her screen. She turned her head to face him, barely suppressing a smile and a mischievous glimmer in her eye, as she indignantly said, “Excuse me Mr. Thomas, but I’m having a private conversation with your daughter!”\n\nAlan was torn, but his will was broken. “Tell her it took until now...” he sighed, hanging his head, even as his hips were practically vibrating with need.\n\nKelli giggled, then laughed outright, to herself, and texted, ‘Just found out. ttyl’\n\nDropping the noodles on the counter, Alan was out of his pants in a flash. He plunged into Kelli’s pussy entirely without preamble, slamming her into the counter and bouncing her back and forth, as he started to fuck her roughly.\n\n“All the guys say you’re a slut!” He said, as he railed her.\n\n“Only the ones who know me!” Kelli shot back, laughing, as she found purchase with her arms, eagerly fucking him back.\n\n“I said *all* the guys!” he called out.\n\nKelli laughed even harder, even as she started biting her lip in arousal and rocking her hips with him. “Mr. Thomas! Coming alive! Nice!” she gasped out, as she started to grip down on his cock with her pussy, somewhat slowing the rate that he could hammer her.\n\nThe two fucked in a firm, steady rhythm, Kelli steadying herself with her arms as much as she could, while Alan held onto her hips and pistoned away. He would have thought of refining his technique more, but it proved unnecessary, as he learned why she had the nickname “nitro” - not because she was fast, but because she exploded easily, the movements of her hips and her breath becoming erratic, as a climax started to shudder through her after only a couple of minutes. Alan tried to hold his stamina for as long as he could, fucking her through four more orgasms, before she turned her face back to him, and told him one more thing\n\n“There’s something you need to know, Mr Thomas!” she fought out, as her body quaked.\n\n“What’s...that?” he asked, the strain of holding her up starting to get to him.\n\n“I’m on the pill!” she shouted, smiling devilishly.\n\nAlan erupted, having heard all he needed to. He pumped her tight little pussy absolutely full of his cum, collapsing backward and taking her with him. They both landed on the kitchen floor, her on top, straddling him as he came. She rolled her hips and milked his cock with her pussy without missing a beat. When he was done, she spun around on top of him, dragging one of her legs over his face, before she leaned down and gave him a passionate, if brief, kiss.\n\nShe broke away, and before he could say or do anything, she gave him a peck on the nose. “Jean’s gonna be here in a minute. I’ll let you do your lasagna, she said, as she got up and lightly padded away, leaving Alan laying on the floor.\n\nAlan Thomas could only lay there, catching his breath, a dull ache in his back and his satisfied cock cooling in the kitchen air"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Invisible spirit-like creatures are a completely normal thing. They tend to use humans as sexual playthings, wherever and whenever they want. The more attractive you are the more likely a spirit will spend its time around you. | [
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"content": "“Stop!”\n\n“Fucking stop!” Jessi yells in the air. She swipes at something unseen. Something handsy and groping. “Fuck! I have to get to school!” She tries to pick up the pace from *They* and hurried down the block. As she rounds the corner something grabs her from the sidewalk and throws her down on a neighbor’s lawn. *They*. She feels it grip her throat and drag her up the lawn then force her mouth open. It shoves a large... something down her throat and begins sliding it back and forth in her mouth and into her throat. It’s face fucking her. She tries to pull away but it just tightens it’s grip on her when something else grabs her pants and pulls them halfway down, it folds her legs over her head and proceeds to slide itself inside her. She grunts and tries to scream, she twists and struggles but the one now fucking her pussy is holding her arms down and pounding away. Through the invisible creature fucking her mouth, she sees the neighbor that lives in this house trying to run out and help her but he gets knocked down, his pants torn open in the back and something enters his ass. He screams as the creature is clearly large and fucking him hard. Jessi goes motionless as she’s done all she can. She knows how this goes. \n\nThree years ago these things, *They*, entered our world. They were violent and then became sexual. They found that they could fuck whoever, however, whenever they wanted - we had no defense against the invisible. They seem to respect age boundaries though, no one knows why. We started seeing news reporters being fucked live on the five-o-clock news. There’s no more live tv. It’s always prerecorded just Incase. They also have an attraction to attractive people. The neighbor that’s being ass fucked now is the hottest dad on the block. He rarely leaves his house. She sees why now. The creature fucking him finishes, black goo oozes out of the neighbor's ass and drips off his testicles. He’s erect - and Jessi thinks he hates it. Jessi is soaking wet and angry. Then another slips into the neighbor and begins fucking him, he tries to remain calm but begins screaming. \n\nJessi is nineteen and goes to the local community college. Long black hair, pale skin, rail-thin with impressively large breasts and ass. Her mother is the same way. Her mother hasn’t left the house in nearly two years. Jessi knows she’s attractive to human men and women. She’s been hit on by both and slept with both. Most days she wishes she were ugly though. *Maybe I’ll disfigure myself?* she thought once a year ago - but tossed that aside. Now the one fucking her pussy stops and she feels the “cock” pulsate inside her and pull out. She can feel the black goo running out of her down her ass crack and into the grass. The one in her throat finishes quickly after and the goo runs down her cheek and into her hair. She lays there for a minute before getting up and spitting into the grass. She pulls up her pants. \n\nIt looks like the neighbor is finally free, he’s laying on his side, his butt is covered in black. Jessi goes up the hill and helps him up, his cock is still hard. “Want me to do something about that?” Jessi asks pointing at his massive erection. “It’s my fault this happened. It’s the least I can do!”\n\n“No, thanks. My-my wife is home...” he looks back at the house and walks back. \n\nWhen Jessi gets to school every one stares. This is the third time in two weeks she’s come to class with black stains on her face and legs. As she looks around she sees the handsome guys with black around their mouths and the girls that were cheerleaders with black streaks down their inner legs. \n\n*The ‘cum’ leaves a dark more-grey than a black stain on the skin for a day or so. Most think it’s a “marking” mechanism so other *They* will know this human has already been used.*"
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"content": "Contains a very minor reference to an older story I wrote.\n\nContent warnings: such furriness and bestiality as are inherent in monster girls.\n\n***\n\nThe door flew open, more abruptly than usual. Two high elven handmaidens, faces expressionless under gilded helms, held it with arms extended until a cowled figure passed through.\n\n\"Uh-oh,\" muttered Cerisse, the doe-girl, as the door slammed back shut, leaving the guards outside and the newest customer within. Putting on her best professional smile, she clopped over and laced her hands together between her silk-clad breasts. \"Hi! Welcome to *The Second Hump!* Do you have a special appointment?\"\n\n\"N-no. I'm just looking. I mean, I'm not *just* looking, I wish to participate, of course, but no, no appointment.\"\n\nCerisse blinked. From what she knew, high elves were supposed to assume easy command of any situation in which they found themselves. This voice, despite its telltale classy diction, came out with all kinds of nervous quaver.\n\n\"Well, okay! That's no trouble! Can I take your cloak? Maybe offer you something to drink?\"\n\n\"Thank you...\"\n\nYoung Riannilith of Eldanon wiggled her shoulders, letting her concealing garment slip into the doe-girl's grasp. To anyone familiar with the various domains of elvenkind, her origin was all but inscribed in her features: a sharp-boned face blessed with perfect symmetry, eyes the colour of noontime ocean under slashing golden brows, a haughty upturned nose, finely sculpted lips. Uncharacteristically, her attire for the brothel visit consisted of a simple vest and a lambskin skirt; when she rubbed her bare arms, she displayed strips of untanned skin just above the wrist in a helical pattern - evidence, perhaps of oft-worn jewelry she had elected to remove.\n\nThe cheerful cervid hung up the cowl and wheeled herself around, her hooves tapping a merry staccato on the boards. Though her human torso wore a silk-and-gilt brassiere, the only thing that covered the rest of her was downy, spotted fur. Riannilith's gaze settled on the pair of peachfuzzed lips between her hind legs, below the perky white tail.\n\n\"Follow me, please. And make sure to look around. You never know when you'll see something you like!\"\n\nRiannilith advanced after the doe-girl. The main floor of the brothel was laid out in the shape of a diamond with curved-in sides. Its ceiling was faux-vaulted but fairly low, giving the place a somewhat cozy feel. Entrances lined the walls, pointed arches hung with maroon curtains which barred sight but not sound. In the centre, there was a sort of lounge, with liquid and vaporous refreshments, cushions, and couches.\n\nShe was startled by loud moaning, from behind one of the curtains, in duet with another sound of arousal that had the distinct quality of a hiss. So it begins, Riannilith thought, then realised: what if *she* got loud? Then she, too, would be heard...\n\n\"Hi there, baby.\" A pale dullahan walked the other way. The dark, sheer peignoir flowing down from her neckless shoulders concealed nothing; the glint of piercings in her nipples and clitoral hood shone through easily. She was carrying her own head under her arm, and it was the head that spoke.\n\n\"Got any hard-to-reach places?\"\n\nRiannilith shuddered and avoided eye contact until they passed.\n\n\"So, ah, how much coin are you looking to leave with us tonight, miss?\" Cerisse glanced over her shoulder.\n\n\"Oh. No.\" Riannilith waved her hand nervously.\"Gold is not a concern.\"\n\n\"*Well*. I hope you have the best night! And my name is Cerisse and I am completely available.\" The doe-girl smoothed her brown curls in a playful gesture and wiggled her rump. Riannilith might have imagined it, but her exposed sex appeared to have parted by just a whisper.\n\nThey halted briefly when a human woman and a green-scaled female draconid danced across their path, fully naked and locked in a tight embrace. From the way the flesh compressed under her claws, the reptilian was gripping the woman's buttock with great force. Riannilith caught a rich waft of perfume and booze. The pair careened into one of the curtains and disappeared; within, a crash was heard, accompanied by twinned squeaks."
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"content": "Connor stared at the computer. His latest erotic semi-masterpiece stalled in the middle of the story. He carefully re-read it. \n\n*And her meat curtains flapped with pleasure*\n\nConnor grimaced and held down the backs[ace button until the page was clear. He never claimed to be some great author but even he knew he could do better then the story he had just written. \n\nThe prompt was right up his alley, with its fantasy setting with big tittied lesbian elves. But no matter how hard he tried, he hated every word he put down. He needed a new idea, a fresh approach, PornHub turned up nothing, and HentaiOuO.com came closer but still nothing satisfying to Connor. \n\n“Honey...”\n\nHe called, hoping his wife wasn’t too busy to come in and share a story. \n\n“Babe...”\n\n“I’m coming, be patient Connor.”\n\nJessie walked in and sat on the bed next to her husbands desk. She looked at the blank screen and sighed. She loved getting to read his stuff before the rest of Reddit did and hated to see him with a case of writers block. \n\n“Jess you’ve slept with women right?”\n\nJess blushed and smiled. \n\n“Connor are you looking to exploit your innocent, wholesome wife just for Reddit karma?”\n\n“Innocent and wholesome? When I might you, you and your friends had your bare asses pressed against the glass of CN Tower.”\n\nJess laughed and rolled over on her side. \n\n“So speaking of that friend, one day me and her were hanging out at her sisters house...”\n\nConnor smiled and mouthed “thank you” as he started to write down the tale of his wife 69ing her best friend."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A busty superheroine attacks a supervillain's lair. The supervillain has prepared all sorts of sexy and humiliating traps for the superheroine, however. | [
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"content": "Penny Traits, a young woman with hair as white as virgin snow and supple clear skin that held the hue of sweet milk chocolate, looked out from her apartment building through thin-framed glasses.\n\n\"Hng... Penny? You're up pretty early...\" stated a groggy voice from under the sheets of her rather plain bed. A man with short black hair and defined pale muscles dug his way from under the sheets.\n\n\"All dressed up and everything... damn, that suit looks good on you.\" He remarked, eyeing her short skirt and suit that barely held back her massive mammarries.\n\nPenny smiled, even blushed a bit. She desperately wanted to climb back into bed with him and return the compliment with her body, but she was already wide awake, and had a certain duty to fulfill.\n\n\"All thanks to your exquisite taste, Lucas. When we're both back home safe tonight, I'll let you tear it off me.\" She smirked, sitting upon his side of the bed and offering a kiss.\n\nLucas gladly accepted. He intended the kiss to be long and passionate, as much as he could manage before Penny had to leave, but his cell phone rang. Lucas grumbled and reluctantly left the kiss. Pecking Penny on the cheek to signify his desire to stay.\n\n\"Lucas Lang.\" He responded into the receiver. He winked at Penny, who cupped Lucas's chin before making her way out the door. \"Love you, babe.\"\n\n\"Love you too, darling.\" She retorted happily.\n\n\"No, commissioner, I'm talking to my girl...\" Penny giggled at the last lines of the misunderstanding before his voice left earshot.\n\nPenny made her way through the luxurious apartment, heels clacking against the stone floor until she stopped at a seemingly unassuming section of the smooth wood wall. She pressed her fingers upon it, and it beeped quietly before the wooden panel slowly slid open.\n\nIt closed behind her as she entered. Down a small elevator she rode, slowly taking off her clothing. First were her glasses. She didn't even need them. Next, her suit jacket and blouse. Her tits jiggled freely, nipples stiff against the cool air. She tossed her skirt aside into a bin with the other pieces of apparel.\n\nThe doors opened and lead into a room crowded with computers and servers. Walls lined with gadgets and gizmos. A tube extended from the ground, and a skimpy latex suit hovered within it.\n\nPenny crawled into it, the tight fabric clinging to her skin. A cape unfurled from the golden mantle that rode over her shoulders and breasts down to her navel.\n\nA sizable boob window leaves little to the imagination, reaching down all the way to her crotch where her hefty dark erection bobbed in the open air.\n\nTo the world, she was Penny Traits. But the realm of villainy, she was Futa-Gal, the harbinger of hard, turgid justice.\n\n\"Futa-Gal!\" A bright young voice exclaimed through one of the monitors.\n\n\"I saw your alarm, what's the news, Trap-Lad?\" Penny, or rather Futa-Gal, proudly inquired.\n\n\"Dr. Bondage is at it again! Hes building a new lair somewhere near the Townsingston docks! Radiation levels suddenly spiked there, I think he might be up to something really bad.\"\n\n\"Understood. Transfering you to my coms.\" Futa-Gal grabbed an ear piece and hooked it over her ear. The battery and receiver were attached to a collar portion of her suit.\n\nShe stepped into the same tube that housed her costume, looked upwards and shot straight up. She bursted out from under a manhole cover, shocking the numerous people that were going about their day nearby.\n\nThrough th sky she soared, her destination being somewhere in the docks of Townsingston.\n\n\"Trap-Lad, gotta location? The docks are pretty big.\" She hovered over the area like a drone scouting a terrorist hideout. Eyes constantly shifting a cock dangling with each substantial movement of her body.\n\n\"Working on it... there! Under the Simmon's Imports warehouse! That's the nexus of the radiation spike.\"\n\nFuta-Gal braced herself, flying down at terminal velocity towards her destination. When making contact with the ground, her fist bored through the concrete like a drill. The cement was no match for her incredible strength.\n\nShe tunneled through the dock concrete tirelessly until the hole she dug lead into a massive chamber.\n\nWhat her eyes met was unnatural, unbelievable, unfathomable, and undeniably diabolical.\n\nThere Dr. Bondage stood, in the midst of what appeared to be ruins of an ancient civilization. Not of any earthly society that Penny recognized. The shapes were alien, the methods to their architecture far beyond human technology.\n\nIn a pit among the ruins center, a mass of writhing tentacles. A menagerie of all different sorts of appendages. Some where familiar octopus feelers, some were thin and squid-like. Others sported joints and muscle structures of no creature earth had ever seen.\n\nBut it appeared that Dr. Bondage, in his torn straight jacket and countless bounding straps had control over them all.\n\n\"Futa-Gal! A...e you still th...e? Your con...ction is fa...ng out!\" Her comms crackled with static loudly, echoing through the chamber and catching Dr. Bondage's attention.\n\n\"Apprehend her, Garthargalax!\" He held up in orb in his leather-bound hand that glowed eerily, generating a sickly green smoke. The tentacles reached up, stretching with great dexterity and speed. Futa-Gal couldn't get away quick enough, and was caught in the grasp of this so-called Garthargalax.\n\n\"Dr. Bondage, you bastard! What did you do?\"\n\nDr Bondage cackled, pulling down the hem of his pants to reveal his modest member. He held up the orb again, which glowed and oozed smoke. A single tentacle with a large plump orifice wrapped its lips around his penis.\n\n\"I've found a new pet! This is Garthargalax, a friend of mine from an alternate dimension! Once I warp the rest of his body into earth, he will detain all life on earth, forever keeping humanity bound for all eternity!\"\n\nFuta-Gal tried to break free, but the grip of this lovecraftian abomination was too strong. She groaned, only now noticing the the slime oozing from the mass of tentacles. It dissolved her costume, freeing her breasts and ballsack from their restrictive latex cradles.\n\nTentacles sporting orifices that resembled mouths clutched onto her nipples, suckling wildly and roughly. They even came with tongues, which lashed her nipples with viscous alien slime.\n\nA bump-riddled and unevenly ribbed tentacle covered in small growths pressed against her asshole, spurting the strange goo all over her dilating backdoor.\n\n\"Dr. Bondage, you bastard! I'll knock your teeth out once I- mmphm!\"\n\nA phallic tentacle invaded her lips, spreading more of that liquid into her maw through a urethral slit.\n\nA diverse slew of tentacles focused on Futa-Gal's thick black cock, as if the eldritch creature was unsure of what method to use on such a marvelous specimen.\n\nIt decided on multiple.\n\nHer tip was engulfed by a mouth tentacle, the tongue-like structure inside swirling around her glands as it sucked vigorously upon her crown. A more basic tentacle coiled around her shaft, the appendage twisting and pumping like a slimy spring over seven full inches of her eight inch schlong. An appendage sporting an underside with rows of tiny feelers cupped her testicles.\n\nHer mouth and assd were vigorously invaded by their respective tentacles, the malformed and uneven ribbed appendage lodged inside her ass beginning to thrust and rocket forth inside her. It knocked against her prostate, threatening to force out cum from her already pulsating member.\n\nDespite her holes filled, body bound and cock engulfed by a being far stronger, Futa-Gal fought on against the creature. But as the struggle continued, the flame of hope within her flickered, and seemed as if it would fade away against the cold winds of evil.\n\nWill she persevere? Can she make it out alive?\n\nFind out in issue 4 of 'The Incredible Futa-Gal!'"
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"content": "\"Thanks for putting me up, Nadia. This COVID-19 thing must be a real inconvenience for you, being a dance teacher. \" Kevin said, as he lifted his duffle bag from the trunk of the car, having already slung his backpack. \n\nHe looked around the neighborhood, almost too quiet. Nobody was on the streets. When his eyes landed on Nadia, he couldn't help but notice her lean dancer's body, even under her simple blouse and jeans. \n\n\"It's all right, Kevin. We all adapt to our circumstance. \" Nadia made a sad smile, closed the trunk and opened the front door. Kevin followed, still admiring her form as she ascended the few steps to front door. \n\n\"I mean, I still can't believe my roommate managed to used every last bit of toilet paper in the place, and then managed to clog up the drain with old t-shirts... \"\n\nThey both shared a chuckle. \n\n\"That's my mini-studio to the right, converted from the garage. It's not a not of room, but it's enough.\" \n\n\"Our room are upstairs. Here is your room. It is adjacent to mine. The necessities are in the closet next to the restroom, which we'd have to share. \" Nadia gestured. \n\nKevin was too busy unloading his laptop and plugging in the cord to get back to work. \n\n\"The kitchen and pantry are well-stocked and the washer and dryer are also down there. We can share cooking duties. \"\n\nKevin just nodded, as his fingers flew over the keyboard, already absorbed in his work. \n\nNadia walked out the door, but turned back at the last moment... \"Oh, just one more thing. I sleep walk sometimes, and when I do, I'm... uh... a bit horny. Which is why I usually live alone. So... uh... whatever. \"\n\nBefore Kevin's brain can comprehend the remark, so he can turn around and ask for clarification, Nadia's gone. \n\n-----\n\nKevin, through a marathon hack session, managed to debug the node.js module that had been acting up for days. After confirming the codebase is stable, and pushed to github for team review, he finally climbed out of his jeans and shirt, and slipped under the covers and fell asleep. \n\nIn the semi-conscious state, he was dimly aware that a warm body joined him in bed, and was fondling his balls, and kissing down his naked chest... and... \n\nThat when he startled awake, and found Nadia in his bed, naked, straddling him. Her eyes are closed, and her hands are still roaming all over him. \n\nFor a few moments, he actually thought about just letting it happen. After all, sleep-walking is just someone acting our his or her dreams, right? And being desired by Nadia... It is a fantasy... \n\nBut the angel on his shoulder told him that this is a dumb idea, it'd be taking advantage of someone... And conscience won. \n\nHe turned over and ended up straddling her. He held both of her hands up over her head with his left hand, then proceed to slap her gently on the cheek with his right hand. \n\n\"Nadia, you are sleep-walking. Wake up.\"\n\nNadia just mewed in protest, still in the thick of her erotic dream. \n\nKevin was forced to try again, harder each time. And while he's not made of stone... one part of him is getting that way. \n\nFinally on the fifth slap, Nadia's eyes snapped open, and her dreamy eyes instantly turned into fear and panic, as she took in a gulp of air as if to scream... and Kevin's hand clamped over her mouth. \n\n\"Nadia... are you awake now? Please nod if yes.\"\n\nNadia nodded. \n\n\"I will let you go now. Please don't scream.\"\n\nKevin moved away, releasing Nadia. \n\nNadia slowly sat up, covering her breasts. Kevin handed over his t-shirt. And Nadia put it on quickly. \n\nThey both wait for the other to say something, but neither found the words. \n\nNadia, half-naked, at the head of the bed, peeking at Kevin, also half-anked, at the foot of the bed, who's peeking back. \n\nFinally, Nadia spoke... \"Don't you want me?\"\n\nKevin sighed, \"I do want you, Nadia.\"\n\n\"Then why didn't you?\"\n\n\"I won't take advantage of you. You are my sister's best friend.\"\n\n\"But... I... \"\n\n\"If I am to make love to you, I want you wide awake, and enjoy every moment of it.\"\n\nKevin can see the despondence leave Nadia's eyes, and replaced with determination. She started to reach for her t-shirt's hem, ready to take it off. \n\n\"Are you certain?\" Kevin asked. \n\nNadia hesistated for a moment, but only a moment, before she continued to pull off the t-shirt. \n\nKevin stopped her, \"Leave it on. I have plans for it later.\" \n\nNadia stopped in confusion, but obeyed the order. \n\nKevin moved to the office chair in the room and sat down. Then gestured Nadia to come over to sit on his lap. \n\nKevin ordered, \"Close your eyes.\"\n\nKevin explored her face with his lips, gently, then firmly. Every time Nadia moved her hands, Kevin stilled them. Kevin trailed the kisses from her eyelids, to her cheeks, her jawline, her neck, then back up to the jawline, to the corner of her mouth, then finally, on her lips. \n\nNadia never knew kisses and anticipation can work so well. Being this close, and unable to touch is driving her wild, and his scent, a definitely woodsy and very male yet subtle musk, is turning her on like never before. She eagerly responded by pouting her lips, silently asking for more. \n\nKevin did not disappoint. He opened his lips, and his tongue got a quick taste of her lips. She opened her mouth and tease his tongue with her own. And they could continue like this for a while, even as Nadia slowly felt a wave of heat rose from her core... \n\nKevin broke away, but put one finger on her lips. \n\nHe ordered, \"Raise your hands.\"\n\nHe raised the hem of the t-shirt slowly, teasingly, using the bunched hem to rub her nipples a few times, until they stood erect. Her breathing is faster now, both from the pleasure, and the anticipation. \n\nKevin raised the bunched t-shirt to her neck level, then asked, \"Trust me?\"\n\nNadia whispered, \"Yes.\"\n\nKevin raised the shirt even further, but stopped when it bound her arms above her head. He raised the material so her nose and mouth is exposed, but her eyes are still covered. \n\n\"Are you all right?\" He asked. \n\n\"It's... kinky.\" she replied. \n\nHe chuckled, then kissed her on the mouth. \n\nNadia wasn't quite sure what to feel. Exhilaration? Fear? Accomplishing a goal? Fulfilled fantasy? But when she felt Kevin's mouth and tongue on her chest, her small but firm breasts, and her nipples, her thoughts just melted away into pleasure of sensation. \n\nKevin lavished attention on her breasts, not huge, but enough of a handful, and very nicely round, with smaller nipples that will grow erect when teased. While he kissed, sucked, even gently bit on one nipples, his hand scratched, soothed, pinched, and teased the other. And in Nadia's mind, after almost an eternity, Kevin switched sides, and her pleasure surged. She never knew that sex can be this pleasurable, and she hadn't even gotten to the main course... \n\nThat when Kevin lowered her to the bed, so only her back is on the bed. She wasn't sure if she had climaxed yet, but Kevin's talented tongue is still exploring her, now down to her midriff and her one indulgence, her pierced belly button, and teased the small charm she had there. \n\nBut he didn't linger there. He went further south... then raised one of her legs over his shoulder and started moving down her thigh toward her feet... \n\nShe mewed in protest, but he just chuckled, \"Patience, Nadia, patience.\" \n\nKevin enjoyed exploring Nadia's body... It was athletic, lean, and toned, but also willing, and responsive. He can see the small goosebumps that followed his kisses and breaths down her smooth skin. He has more toys, but being an emergency, he did not bring any along. No matter, he will make do with what he has, and introduce her to a level of lovemaking she had never experienced before. \n\nHe nibbled, bit, teased, tasted, and scratched his way down her one thigh, then back up, then toward the other thigh... down, and back up. By this time, he can smell her musk. She is definitely wet. \n\nHe gently teased apart her nether lips with his tongue, and inserted one finger. She tensed for a moment, but relaxed. So he started thrusting, first slowly, then with a bit more speed but still leisurely pace. He continued to sprinkle her thighs with kisses and quick pinches, even reaching up to rub her nipples, until she went rigid in her first of many more orgasms of the night. \n\n(to be continued?)"
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"content": "1/2\n\n“Kimberly, thanks for coming over,” Mrs. Carter said. “I know you girls are leaving for your trip later tonight, but I had something that I wanted to give you by yourself.” She handed me a small, gift-wrapped box.\n\nI traced my finger along the red choker I was wearing that Claire, my best friend, had gotten me, surprised to be getting a separate gift from her mom, especially so late in the evening, with cleanup still going on at my house, across the street. “Is this for my birthday?” I asked.\n\n“In a sense, though my daughter already got you a present for that… This is just from me to you. Open it by yourself,” she said.\n\nThe box was light in my hands, as I walked back to my house. My eyes traced over the red Charger that my parents had surprised me with this morning. It was more than a few years old, but it was a great car to take off to college, and it would be awesome for the raodtrip. I’d been expecting to borrow my dad’s car, until he woke me up honking the horn. He was at the doorway, beaming with pride.\n\n“You like it, pumpkin?” he called.\n\n“I love it, Daddy!” I screamed, rushing up to him for a hug.\n\n“Happy 18th! He said, as we squeezed each other. My dad was six feet tall. It still felt weird being the same height as him. It was even weirder on days when I wore heels, when I’d actually tower over him a bit. I still thought of him as the giant adult that he seemed like when I was a little girl.\n\nAs I got upstairs to my bedroom, Mark, my best guy friend was there with Claire.\n\n“Can I take a photo with you?” he asked, “Claire won’t do it!”\n\n“What’s the photo for?” I asked, smiling.\n\n“He wants to say you’re his girlfriend!” Claire interjected.\n\nMark raised his hands defensively. “It’s just for my feed, for now, okay? By the time I go to college, in the fall, you can be my ex, and I won’t look like such a loser! This is critical to my future college life!”\n\nMark was cute enough, but he was kind of short, and shy around girls He was a friend, though. “Sure,” I shrugged, stepping over to him.\n\n“Yes!” He said, pumping his fist. “No offense, Claire, but Kimberly will make me look even better! There’s nothing like a tall, blonde, blue-eyed, busty bombshell to turn heads.”\n\nI blushed a bit. I mean… he wasn't wrong. I had an awesome, leggy, hourglass figure and boobs too big to hide, but still… Claire was staring at us with what looked like undisguised jealousy, as he posed for the photo. “You’re hot too, Claire!” I said.\n\n“Just take the photo or whatever,” she said.\n\nIt wasn’t like her to be jealous of my figure…\n\nMark looped his arm behind me, his hand near my waist, as he posed for a selfie.\n\n“You don’t have to hover hand me...” I said, moving his hand onto the upper curve of my hip, his palm on the upper swell of my butt. I leaned his head in so that his cheek was pressed against one of my breasts. “If I’m supposed to be your ex...”\n\nHe couldn’t stop grinning, as he took the photo, and I smiled indulgently at him. I did feel a little twinge of arousal in my vag, just at being touched at all.\n\nClaire let out a dramatic sigh. “Are you two done?” she groaned.\n\n“Yep!” he said, “Got it! Just gotta tag the photo… Hanging out with MY GIRLFRIEND the hot futa captain of the cheerleading squad.”\n\n“I wasn’t captain...” I corrected.\n\n“They won’t know that!” He said. “Thanks again, Kim! And Happy birthday, like, again!”\n\nI waved to him, as he headed out the door. I turned around, and Claire was right in front of me.\n\n“I can’t believe you let him put his head on your boobs.” She rolled her eyes.\n\n“It’s no big deal,” I said.\n\n“I can’t wait for our trip tomorrow,” she said, pulling me into a tight hug, her head now on my boobs, her boobs pressing into me.\n\nI could feel my cock getting hard, I tried not to squirm too much, hoping that she wouldn’t notice. “Best friends road trip to Fairyland!”\n\nShe hugged me for a good, long while. It almost seemed like she was grinding her hips against my crotch on purpose. “I’ve gotta go finish packing! She finally said, giving me a peck on the lips before she headed for the door. “Happy birthday!”\n\nWith everyone gone, I opened the box Claire's mom had given me. It was a 30-pack of condoms! I blushed instantly. Claire and I were both still virgins! I mean… I guess it made sense for us to have condoms, but I wondered if she’d gotten Claire the same thing. I couldn’t help but think about what I might use them for, either on my own cock, or on someone else’s, as they plowed my pussy.\n\nI tried to put it out of my mind, but I was fully horny, somehow. I couldn’t get Claire off of my mind. Her slim, petite figure, the way that her long, chestnut hair always smelled like peaches… I fingered myself and stroked my thick, pink cock in the shower, moaning and cumming all over my own tits. It was an extra-long shower, and I still needed to do myself again with one of my vibrators to get to sleep.\n\nI put on my choker and a red, cropped halter top, and a matching red, ruffled, miniskirt, ready for summer. There were butterflies in my stomach, as we set out on our trip. It was scary, yet exhilarating to taste true freedom, driving for hours in my very own car. The conversation kept getting oddly sexual, and the car wasn’t the only thing revved up by the time we got to our first motel. I was fully erect, with my cock tucked into the waistband of my panties, hoping that it wouldn’t slip out and start tenting my skirt.\n\nClaire seemed to have noticed though, and she started teasing me, coming up behind me and grabbing my boobs.\n\n“God! I wish I had boobs like this,” she said, groping my heavy breasts. “They’re so big and sawft!” she exclaimed, in a baby voice. “And this ass is so frikken’ round! Like a peach! She said, grinding herself against my butt.\n\nI was blushing furiously, my pussy getting wet, as I got even hornier, as the clerk gave us a polite smile, attempting to ignore the spectacle. She trailed one of her hands down my bare tummy and over the front of my skirt. She patted around, found my cock, and squeezed it in her hand, outlining it with the fabric. “Oh! That’s a fun surprise! Do you think futas are hot mister?” she asked, sounding like Betty Boop, as she winked at the clerk. “We both just turned eighteen, y’know!”\n\nIt was his turn to blush, as he handed me a pair of keycards. “You… you girls have a wonderful stay!”\n\nI was squirming in her grasp, her fingers squeezing my achingly hard cock through my skirt, one of her hands still “playfully” groping my boobs. “Th-thanks!” I said, as I took the cards, wincing under all the sensation. I couldn’t help but notice that the clerk had popped a boner, too.\n\nClaire was a mess of giggles on the way to our room, and I couldn’t help but join her. “Way to be lewd! What kind of condoms did your mom get you?” I asked, as we spilled into the room.\n\n“Wait? What?” she asked, straightening up a little.\n\n“Your mom. Last night, after the party, your mom took me across the street, and she gave me a box of condoms. It’s what was in that box I came back with.”\n\nShe let out a ragged sigh, looking at the ceiling. “Oh my god! MOM!”\n\n“What?” I asked, confused.\n\n“Ugh… a few days ago, we were having YET ANOTHER sex talk, and she asked if I was still a virgin, and I said I was. I mentioned that I wan...” she trailed off into mumbling, looking away and starting to blush pretty suddenly.\n\n“What did you say?” I asked, stepping closer.\n\nShe let out a deep sigh, still looking away. “I said… I said that I wanted to lose my virginity… to you.”"
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"content": "Two years we'd worked together in the FBI, staying in separate hotel rooms across the country when we'd have to go out on a call. Two years we'd only looked at each other professionally -- with a hint of curiosity here and there, perhaps. Two years of suits and ties. When we got this last assignment, we ended up doing one of those AirBnB things because the little backwater town we chose didn't even have a Bed and Breakfast. No worries, I expected that. What I didn't expect was for Arrie to come into the living room with nothing but her underwear and stockings on. I watched intently as she dropped a leg on the couch, turning away from me, and tucked her legs under her supple form. She looked over her shoulder and asked, \"Can you unhook me?\"\n\nI cleared my throat and sat up with a chuckle, \"Sure.\" I reached over, brushing my hand against the warm flesh of her back, between the bra strap and her body, and unhooked the bra. I could feel the weight of her breasts pull at the straps and fall forward. I watched her get up, squaring off against intrusive thoughts in my head.\n\n\"Thanks,\" she said, holding her hands over the cups, keeping the bra pinned in place, concealing them. \"You know,\" she said with a wry smile, \"we could...\" she trailed, looking at the window behind my head. \"Yeah, we could.\" She let her bra straps slide over her shoulders and fall to the floor, exposing two beautifully teardrop-shaped orbs, with caramel-brown nipples budding at the end of them. I could almost see them stiffening with the exposure to the cooler air.\n\n\"What are you doing, Arrie?\" I asked with a smile. I knew what the fuck she was doing. We had drinks before, we'd discussed things before, we'd flirted at the fringes of what was considered *kosher* with a suit and tie, top-end federal job, and right now, who gave a fuck?\n\nShe walked back toward me, her panties conforming to the natural curvatures of her body, dipping into the delicate crevice of her pussy. If her intent was to drive up my desires, she was successful, because my cock could have burst through the slacks I was wearing, it was so fucking hard. She dropped to her knees and rand her hands up my inner thigh, over the head of my cock, pausing when she felt it was already hard. \"Oh, good. It wasn't just me, then.\"\n\nI laughed. \"No, it was one-hundred percent you. What did you think would happen?\"\n\nShe winked, unfastening my belt and pants, and sliding them down. As my pants receded from my waist, my cock flipped up, released from its bindings. \"Oh,\" she said smiling, \"and bigger than I thought, too.\" She wrapped her hands around me, the skin of her fingers and palm cooler than my swollen cock. She traced her fingers over the bulging veins, retracting the skin of my cock, rubbing just below the head of it with a gentle tickle of her thumb. Then, she kissed it. Her warm lips on my cock was enough to cause me to lose any of the minor inhibitions I had at this point, and when the kiss turned into her taking my cock into her mouth, it was over. I was hers.\n\nI exhaled, running my fingers through her raven-black hair, gently tugging. She made an \"Mm..\" sound as I made a fist, locks of her hair between my fingers. Coming off my cock while still sucking made the sound of a seal breaking, and she sharply inhaled. \"Pull my hair more,\" she said, going back to her chosen task.\n\nI wasn't one to tell a lady \"No\", so I acquiesced to her request. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled harder. When she moaned with my cock still in her mouth, I did it again. This time, I forced her mouth further down onto me, her lips almost touching the base of my cock as I did. She without a doubt enjoyed what she was doing, because it didn't take too much longer of the perfect combination of strokes, gentle twists, tonguework, and taking my cock to the back of her throat, that it was over. At the end, she gave one good stroke, then took me all the way to the back of her throat. She moaned again when she felt me swell one more time, then twitch, exploding into orgasm, shooting my cum down her throat. She kept me in the back of her throat the whole time, swallowing each and every drop.\n\nAs she came off my cock, she used her hands to milk the last bits out, even licking her fingers at the end. \"Better than I could have ever hoped for,\" she said, standing up. \"Now, how long until you can do round two?\"\n\n\"We're supposed to be listening out for a call about the house, Arrie.\" I said, feigning responsibility. She picked up my phone and turned it off. After she tossed it on the couch, she peeled her panties off, little strings of lubrication dribbling down as she did. She unbuttoned my shirt, slid it off, and pushed me back on the couch. Then, she straddled my head, hovering her pussy over it. I could smell her arousal, the faintest whiff of which threatened to engorge me again. *Fuck it,* I thought, and pulled her hips down onto my face. The plunge of her hot pussy was a dream in of itself, her inner and outer lips parting around my nose, lips, and tongue, soaking wet from her desire. It was going to be no time before my cock was hard again.\n\nAnd, I ***absolutely*** was going to fuck her all over this house."
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"content": "Dennis stared down at his girlfriend, Erica, with a look of skepticism. She'd always been brilliant. He knew that she would end up being a fantastic engineer some day. And she was gorgeous to boot. A little taller than him, with long, slender legs, and a rather impressive chest. Long, curly red hair that cascaded down her back only made her all that much hotter. \n\nBut what she was saying was ludicrous. A device that could upload information into her brain, and make her even smarter? \n\n\"Why do you need this thing at all?\" He asked. \"You're already a genius.\"\n\n\"Because Dr. Fendlemann's exam is apparently so difficult that even the smart students barely pass. His past exams are on my computer. Those should help me ace the exam.\"\n\n\"Where did you even get this thing?\" he asked, trying to put off flipping the switch for as long as possible. \n\n\"Professor Gunderson's lab,\" she said, waving him off. \"Quit stalling and flip the switch already!\"\n\nWith a heavy sigh he did it. From the large generator there were two sets of wires: one that was attached to Erica's laptop, and a second series of smaller wires that were attached to her temple. A surge of electricity went through the laptop, out of it, and down the trail into Erica's head. Her eyes rolled and her body convulsed. Drool dripped down her chin. \n\nFinally, the generator settled, and Erica's body slumped further into the chair, still.\n\nDennis ran over to Erica's limp body and tore off the wires around her head. He supported her head on his arm and shook her body.\n\n\"Erica! Erica! Wake up!\"\n\nHer eyes fluttered open and blinked up at him, confused. \n\n\"Whaa?\" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. \"What's goin' on?\"\n\n\"I thought you were dead!\" Dennis snapped. \"All because you wanted to play mad scientist. For fuck sake, Erica!\"\n\nShe blinked up at him confused.\n\n\"Why would I do that?\" she asked in an airy voice.\n\n\"What...what are you on about?\" he asked, concerned.\n\nShe got up, steadily, to her feet and looked around.\n\n\"I feel weird, Denny,\" she said. \n\n\"Can you touch your fingers to your nose?\" he asked, trying to remember what was required to check for neural damage.\n\nShe giggled. \"Of course, silly,\" she said, putting one index finger on the end of a cute button nose. \"Wanna see me do my toes?\"\n\nShe bent over, her rotund bottom waving in the air, as she effortlessly touched her dainty fingers to her bare feet. She straightened up and gave a little, \"tee hee.\"\n\n\"Erica...are you sure you feel alright? Did the transfer work?\"\n\nShe furrowed her brow and seemed to struggle to remember something. Then, something dawned on her and she smiled. \"Yes! I think it worked. All sorts of new things are in my head!\"\n\nShe got down on her knees and fiddled with Dennis' zipper.\n\n\"Woah!\" he said, backing away. \"Not that I'm complaining, but what exactly did that machine put in your head?\"\n\n\"Important information for the test,\" she said, confidently. \"All sorts of images are going through my mind. This is one of them. Now let me put it in my mouth. I need to be ready for the test.\"\n\nDennis extended an arm and pressed his palm against Erica's forehead. She kept moving, arms stretched out toward his crotch. \n\n\"Just stay put!\" he said, sternly. \"Something must have gone wrong. I need to check the computer.\"\n\nErica's eyebrows raised in shock. \"Is daddy mad at me?\" she asked in a high, bimbo-like voice.\n\n\"Uh...no. Just, just sit there and wait for me...\"\n\nShe sat down on her butt and crossed her legs. Dennis walked over to the computer and clicked on some files. There weren't any past tests, no physics papers, no notes...Nothing. All he could find was...\n\n\"Oh no...\"\n\n\"Wazzit?\" she asked, craning her neck to see over Dennis' shoulder.\n\n\"Porn...\" Dennis said, rubbing his eyes. \"Every sort of porn you can imagine. Someone must have used your computer, erased the files, and replaced it with porn. So...\"\n\nHe looked down at Erica, who seemed unsure of what he was saying.\n\n\"Basically, your brain is full of porn.\"\n\n\"But I'll still pass the test, right?\" Erica asked. \n\n\"I...We need to figure out how this happened,\" Dennis said, pacing the lab. \"Who would do this?\"\n\n\"I did,\" a new woman's voice declared, triumphantly.\n\nDennis looked up to see Erica's roommate Gabrielle standing in the threshold of the lab, arms crossed over her large chest. She was about 5'5, much shorter than either Dennis or Erica. Beautiful, Asian, and just as brilliant as Erica. \n\n\"Why, Gabby?\" Dennis asked, horrified. \"Why would you do that?\"\n\nErica turned around. \"Oh, Gabby's here!\"\n\nDennis and Gabrielle looked down at Erica for a long moment before Gabrielle explained herself.\n\n\"She had a real good shot of acing the exam,\" Gabrielle said, petulantly. \"Like, even without the machine. Well, I can't very well get the job as Professor Fendlemann's lab assistant if Erica was around. So, I let slip about Gunderson's little machine. Only, I swapped out all her files for porn. Mostly bimbo stuff, too. If you hadn't noticed.\"\n\n\"That's not very nice, Gabby!\" Erica said, shocked. \"Luckily for you, I think I can still pass the test!\" \n\n\"Sure, babe,\" Gabrielle smirked. \"Why don't you show Denny all you learned. Study for the exam. Meanwhile I'm going to make some adjustments on myself.\" She waved a small flash drive in her hand and walked over to Erica's laptop. She inserted the drive and keyed some things onto the laptop. Then, she walked over to the chair and attached the wires to her temple. \n\n\"Be a dear, Denny, and flip the switch for me,\" she said, crossing her legs. \n\n\"Uh...why would I do that?\" Dennis asked.\n\n\"Come on,\" Gabrielle said, rolling her eyes. \"You think you'd keep Erica forever? She's a genius! You're...nice and hot. If she gets this job, she's gonna be surrounded by all sorts of brilliant minds. And then she'll go off to fancy facilities, and do incredible things. And it will be Denny who? I've given you a beautiful bimbo who will stay loyal. No need to thank me. Just flip the switch.\"\n\nDennis scowled at Gabrielle. But he noticed something on the laptop. \n\n\"Huh. You smart girls sure think of everything, don't you.\" \n\n\"Yes, we do.\"\n\n\"Except you forgot to change the settings for the program.\"\n\nGabrielle frowned. But just as it donned on Gabrielle, Dennis flipped the switch. He and Erica watched as volt of electricity surged through Gabrielle's small body, uploading pages and pages of pornography into her brain. \n\nAfter a moment of laying unconscious in the chair, Gabrielle's body stirred. \n\n\"Whahappened?\" Gabrielle asked in a breathy, sleepy voice. \n\n\"Karma, I think,\" Dennis grinned. \"Alright, Erica, let's set this thing up so that you can pass that exam.\"\n\nBehind him the generator exploded."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [IP] A new intern that doesn't yet know 'overtime' in the office is code for 'bondage with the boss' | [
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"content": "Overtime | Part 1 \n\n \n\nAmy had really enjoyed her time working at the adult store so far, most of the people were super cool and it was always fun to see people getting embarrassed as they paid for the new dildonator 300 they’d picked out. She’d been there for three weeks now, and Natalie, the manager, had asked her to stay for some overtime, which she was more than happy to do. She really got on well with Natalie and had to admit she had a slight crush on her. \n\n\nWhen Amy had told one of her colleagues that she was staying behind after the store closed they had laughed and wished her good luck, she wasn’t sure what to make of that and had laughed it off as a joke. Nonetheless, she was a little bit nervous, but she was sure it would be fine.\n\n\n \n\n\nNatalie turned the key in the shop door, waving through the glass as their coworkers headed off to their cars. She turned to look at Amy as she pressed a button on the small remote she had on her keychain, and the shutters began to grind closed. “So, just you and me huh?”\n\n\nAmy nodded nervously and Natalie laughed, “Nothing to be worried about, we’ve just got some new products to check out, make sure they’re good to go on the shelves you know. Wouldn’t want our customers to be buying duds now would we?”\n\n\nAmy shook her head and looked at the floor. The shutter slammed shut against the concrete outside and silence hung in the air for a second as the echo faded.\n\n\n“Come on then, let’s get started.” Natalie headed over towards the warehouse without looking back over her shoulder. Amy followed her. “So how’ve you enjoyed it here so far?” \n\n\n“It’s been good,” Amy looked past Natalie and saw a pallet stacked high with cardboard boxes. “I’m enjoying it, everyone’s super helpful, and the customers are way nicer than I expected.”\n\n\nNatalie laughed, coming to a stop besides the delivery, the stack of boxes was wrapped neatly in cling film to keep it from falling over during transportation, “Yeah, it’s a pretty great place to work, I’ve been here nearly 4 years now. But to tell you the truth,” her eyes swept over Amy and she swore that they lingered on her breasts just for a second before coming up to meet her eyes “these after work sessions are my favourite.”\n\n\nNatalie held her gaze for a few seconds before turning and picked up a pair of EMT shears from their home on a nearby shelf. She made a neat snip with the shears, sliding them down the wrapping so that it fell open. She started to look over the new stock, carefully looking over the delivery note. \n\n\n “Oh yes! Finally!” She began to rummage around and picked up a box from the pile. “I’ve been waiting for these for ages.”\n\n\nShe ripped open the box and Amy got a look at what was inside. It looked like rolls of tape, but it came in three colours; red, black, and pink, with around ten of each colour roll in the box. \n\n\nNatalie took out one of the black rolls of tape, “This is bondage tape. You see, it only sticks to itself! Look I’ll show you, come over here.” She gestured and Amy stepped over, feeling her heart beating faster.\n\n\nNatalie firmly took a hold of Amy and brought one of her hands behind her back. Automatically, Amy placed the other one next to it and Natalie giggled, “See! You’re a natural.”\n\n\nNatalie wrapped the tape around Amy’s arms and then around her chest, giving it a pull to make sure it was tight enough to hold her in place, but not tight enough to constrict her. Amy shuffled on the spot a little, looking away to hide her flushed cheeks.\n\n\n“See?” Natalie pulled on the tape, wiggling it a little and causing Amy to rock from side to side, “Pretty good huh? Anyway, are you enjoying your overtime so far?”\n\n\nAmy nodded, feeling herself getting more turned on as she gently pulled against the tape, unable to move from where Natalie held her. \n\n\n“Well that’s good. I really appreciate you sticking around, all the other staff usually run away when I mention overtime,” she paused for a second, “Now let’s see what else we’ve got here…” Natalie kept one hand on the back of the tape, holding Amy in place, and grabbed the next available box, spinning it around so she could open it with one hand. \n\n\nBehind her Amy heard the box tearing open and Natalie let out a little giggle. “Now I usually have to try these kinds of things out myself, but, seeing as you’re here, I suppose I could give it a try on you if you’d like?” \n\n\nNatalie put her arm over Amy’s shoulder and held what she’d just pulled out of the box in front of her eyes. It took Amy a second to realise what it was and she felt herself blushing as she recognised the bullet vibrator. “Yeah,” her heart was racing now, “that could work.” \n\n\n“Well okay then,” Natalie pulled the vibrator away, her other hand still gripping onto the tape. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable then shall we?” She began to lead Amy across the warehouse towards the door to her office. Amy didn’t have much choice and she allowed the taller woman to lead her through the door into the manager's office.\n\n\nOnce they were inside the room Natalie reached over to the couch that rested against the back wall and took a large blanket from it, spreading it on the floor. “Let’s get you down where you are more easy to get at.” Natalie helped Amy to her knees, kneeling down behind her.\n\n\nAmy’s head rested on her manager's breasts as Natalie supported her from behind.\n\n\n“Now,” Natalie repositioned a little and reached down, grabbing at the hem of Amy’s work skirt with a hand on each thigh, “Let’s see if we can’t test this out. All for the benefit of our customers of course.” She let the words hang for just a second before she began to peel back Amy’s skirt, slowly revealing Amy’s legs and finally her underwear. Amy slid back, resting more heavily on the woman behind her as her legs opened instinctively.\n\n\n“Wow,” Natalie brushed Amy’s auburn hair aside and kissed her neck lightly making Amy groan quietly, “You really *are* enjoying staying late.” Natalie ran her fingers over Amy’s pussy through her panties and Amy looked down to see an ever growing wet patch forming on her cotton underwear. She felt a rush of embarrassment and looked away. \n\n\n“Hmm,” Natalie let out a gentle moan in her ear, bringing the vibrator around and pressing it between Amy’s legs. Amy looked back as Natalie rubbed the small vibrator over her pussy, “Let’s see what this thing can do,” Natalie smiled as she pressed a button on the base of the toy, turning it on.\n\n\nAmy felt the buzzing toy pressed against her clit through her underwear and she let out a breath, her body relaxing, her head still resting on Natalie’s chest. “That feels so good.” she sighed, the tape still wrapped around her, holding her in place.\n\n\n“Oh yeah?” Natalie gently squeezed one of Amy’s breasts with her free hand, “Wait until you try this.” Natalie used her thumb to press the button again and the toy’s buzzing became louder.\n\n\n“Oh god!” said Amy, the pleasure growing as Natalie expertly rubbed the tip of vibrator in circles over her clit. “That feels so good!” her breath shortened and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling from the toy, “I think I’m going to cum!”\n\n\nNatalie felt Amy’s muscles tighten and she kept the toy pressed against her clit. Amy let out a moan, feeling her boss's breasts pressing against her as she came. She felt a burst of pleasure and the toy continued to buzz away, her orgasm pulsing through her as her toes curled and she let out a whimper.\n\n\nNatalie kept the toy pressed against Amy’s clit through her panties as Amy wriggled, the pleasure too much for her sensitive clit.\n\n\nAmy pulled against the tape that was wrapped around her and she shuffled on the blanket for a few seconds as Natalie kept the toy on her for a few seconds longer before pulling it away.\n\n\nNatalie turned the toy off, tossing it to one side, and they sat for a few moments catching their breath.\n\n\n“Well, I guess that batch passes quality control then huh?” Natalie said.\n\n\nAmy looked back over her shoulder and up at her and laughed, “I guess so.”\n\n***\n\nI liked this one, will probably turn it into a full story/continue at some point if people are interested. If you would like to be notified when I release the next part please leave a comment and I’ll let you know."
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"content": "“Mind the embers,” Neffer told her son, “I will return in the morning.” The fire in the hearth crackled, sharpening the deep lines in her face. In the amber glow of the kitchen, Isaac looked sullen, as if she’d already left. The boy hugged her, clinging like a climber scaling the sheer cliffs of the mountains beyond the wood. His head nestled perfectly on her belly. Isaac’s hair was smooth, parting between her fingers. “There there,” she comforted him, “It’s only for one night. You have to be the head of the inn for me, alright? Your father… he would be so proud of you.” Mentioning Gregor was enough. \n\nHe held the door and waved as she mounted her horse, watching the shadow of night slowly loom over the valley. “Take care, mother!”\n\n“I always do.” Neffer clicked her heels and Horace trotted towards the forest. *He’ll be fine. Better than fine*. The sugar shack wasn’t far, but the dense pockets of trees and loose rock made for a long journey. If she wanted to boil the sap in time, the path had to be taken in near darkness. Horace knew the way.\n\nThe nocturnals kept her company as she rode off the main road. Owls called from above, announcing their presence to anyone who stayed to listen. *Keep moving*. Horace’s heavy steps were warnings in and of themselves. The voles and deer paid heed, but a wolf’s soft howl in the distance was closer than Neffer would have liked. Nothing to be done except move onward. \n\nPines and oaks gave way to the hidden copse of maples. In the darkness, she could tell by the sweetness in the air. Thick ashen trunks surrounded them as the narrowing trail devolved into an idea. She dismounted next to a tree, wrapped with a thin vine. It was cold in her hand, but not frozen. The pulse was still strong. Following the line, Neffer walked to another maple, similarly bound by the vine. More than a dozen trees were tapped on the line, and she had to check each one for kinks, clots, or leaks. *See it, seal it* was Gregor’s motto when he used to make the syrup. Neffler allowed herself to remember his large lumbering form in the shadows of the trees, almost out of sight. His slow tread through the downed leaves sounded like the wind, gently rustling the spiny branches. *Mind the lines, Neffer, mind the lines.*\n\nShe reached the clearing where the vine sloped down to a barrel. Tipping the edge, she guessed it was already half full with sap. The rest would have to be coaxed. She tied Horace to a post and covered him with a blanket, then unloaded her gear into the small shack. An oil lamp glowed, bringing it to life. She sat on the old bed and looked up. His tools hung by the empty boiler: a poker, large paddle, empty glass vials to check the clarity. Each week Neffer dutifully cleaned them. *No time for sleep.*\n\nHorace had already bedded when she walked back into the woods, wearing nothing but boots. The cold air made gooseflesh of her arms and legs, pale skin turning pink. Circling around the furthest maple, Neffer embraced it. Her breasts found suitable crevices as she pressed herself, wrapping her arms around the trunk. “You’ve grown,” she whispered, hot breath condensing on the bark. The tree groaned as a breeze pulled it slowly, back and forth. Neffer’s fingers traced over the vine, careful not to dislodge it. Tapping was a delicate business. The sap flowed more freely. When she felt her belly warm, it was time to move on to the next one. Gregor used to say, *Too hot will lead to rot*. \n\nThe second tree was narrower, a little younger. Even though the sap pulsed strong, it was slow. Finding a knot above her head, Neffer cupped the knob. The earth trembled as the roots pulled in water to keep up. “In time,” she murmured, “you will keep up with your brothers.”\n\nNeffer continued down the line, caressing the trees, sharing her warmth. Her chest and thighs stung with a thousand little scraps, sticky after each embrace. The heat in front was matched by the chill on her backside. Dimples on her haunches cried out to be warmed, or held. The civil war fought on her body was noiseless and frustrating. When she returned to the barrel, sap flowed like a clear stream, sweet and fragrant. By sunrise, it would be full. Neffer took off her boots and went to bed.\n\nThe softest, warmest blanket covered her naked body while she waited for sleep to overtake her. She dreamed of her husband, underneath her like a lumpy mattress. *Five years*, she sighed. Even then, he had reeked of syrup. Poor Isaac had been too young to understand what had happened, why Gregor would never come home. *He was killed in the woods*, she had told him, the brutal lie more reasonable, more forgivable than the truth. In the darkness, she heard the trees creaking again. \n\n“Join us,” she heard in the wind. The message was wrapped in candied air that whorled around her body. Neffler smiled but paid them no mind. She never did. The sound of swishing branches crept closer, masking the growth of saplings erupting through the floor. The narrow tendrils wrapped around and around the bed like a wicker cocoon. Even when the strands bound her head, leaving a small gap to breath, Neffer did nothing. She waited.\n\nGregor’s voice rose from beneath. “Leave the syrup, my love. Join me.” \n\nShe wanted to. Every year was harder to rebuke them. Every season, more tempting as the dryads became more brazen. The immobility, immortality, and the desire to succumb was great. It had been too much for Gregor. Neffer breath became ragged, venting through the branches. She wanted to be dissolved and absorbed, to be with him again. Gregor’s bark-covered face filled her imagination. \n\nIsaac looked so much like his father. The thought of leaving him alone in the world eclipsed her own desires. “No! I refuse,” she shouted, and the branches withdrew. Neffer stepped out of the shack with the blanket wrapped around her to watch the shadows pull away from the clearing. Horace stared back at her, politely nodding before going back to sleep. She started a fire under the boiler and stacked the wood to feed it overnight. *Mind the embers*, she told herself. \n\n \n\nNeffer’s breath caught the morning light and glowed, pale gray before dissolving before her. The boiling pan had reduced the barrel of sap into thick amber liquid. She bottled the product, still warm in her hands, then cleaned the shack. \n\nLooking back at the trees, Neffer smiled. “Perhaps next year.”\n\n***\nSoftcore Sunday. 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"content": "“A roommate?”\n\n“Yes. All first year students room with someone else. You'll get your own room in the third year.”\n\n“But how will I recharge?”\n\nThe instructor looked confused, and I wondered what I could have said wrong. Surely he knew what I meant. Magic used up your spiritual energy, and the only way to recharge it was… well… everyone knew how to recharge spiritual energy. Of course he knew. Maybe he wanted to watch me squirm.\n\n“What?” he said. “Same as everyone else; eat well and get a good night's rest. How else would you do it?”\n\nNow it was my turn to look confused. Eat well? Sleep? That barely restored any spirit at all! When I was a child, sure, but with the amount of magic I was throwing round nowadays there was no chance that would be enough.\n\nThe instructor shrugged, handed me my room key and told me to go settle in. I clicked my fingers and a gust of wind picked up my luggage, holding it aloft by my side. I strode off through the academy and the suitcases swirled after me. A waste of energy, and I was running low already; but I'd be damned if I was hauling my wardrobe by hand.\n\nMy room was a small twin bed in the east dormitory wing. Our room, I supposed, but my roommate was absent, so I threw off my witch hat and sat down on the bed. A few flicks of my fingers and my suitcases began to open, clothes and books flying out and packaging themselves away. It didn't take long, but as the last volume rose from the floor and danced towards the bookshelves, it wobbled and fell to the floor. I stood, picked it up and replaced it myself, reaching deep inside to my store of spiritual power. \n\nEmpty.\n\nOnly one thing for it. Time to recharge.\n\nI looked around the room for a suitable spot, weighing up my options. The chair looked comfortable, the bed looked inviting, and doing it against the hardness of the floor carried a certain austere charm. I started to strip off my robe and undergarments and shivered as the cool air touched my skin. I thought about fire and clicked my fingers. Nothing happened. Oh, right, no power. Easy choice then.\n\nI lay down on the bed and threw the covers aside. They were soft, and clung to my skin as I pulled them back over my naked body. I ran my hands over my flesh, once, getting the sense of myself and adjusting my position. I lifted my knees, making a tent underneath the fabric, then licked two fingers and slid that hand down between my legs.\n\nI let out a soft sigh of breath as my fingers found their target, and started to masturbate myself to an orgasm. It would be quick, almost mechanical; as a well trained sex-witch I had the process down to an art. Three, sometimes four times a day, each climax bringing with it a refresh of my spiritual power. Food? Rest? Amateurs. No wonder I had scored near the top of my entrance exams.\n\nA few minutes of small circles and I judged I was ready, leaning forward and pushing my fingers between my folds. My free hand took up the other's position, teasing the periphery while its partner journeyed inside. I started to move them in concert, building the rhythm that would quickly push me over the edge. A smile crossed my face, I bit my lip and my body started to shake. A necessary part of my magical routine, yes, but that didn't mean I wouldn't enjoy what was about to come.\n\nClick.\n\nThe door started to open and I stopped in an instant, letting out a whimper as I pulled my fingers free. I had touched myself in front of others before, of course, but never a stranger, and I certainly didn't intend my roommate's first sight of me to be mid-climax. Heat rose in my cheeks at the idea of it, a furious, burning blush, and I forced my legs straight and buried my face in the pillow. I had been so, so close. A few seconds more, a moment-\n\n“Heeeey, anyone home? I'm coming i-”\n\nThe voice cut off mid-sentence as it's owner looked down at my face. My roommate was standing in the doorway, luggage held under struggling arms, face confounded by what they were seeing. Short grey hair that was unkempt to the point of scruffiness, not even the magic the transport their own bags, the worst timing they could possibly have, and one striking feature that stood out above everything else. \n\nHe was a he.\n\n“Are you going to stand there all day?” I snapped.\n\n“You're a girl.”\n\n“Correct.”\n\n“I'm a boy?”\n\n“I noticed. Well done.” Blessed Hecate, how easy were those entrance exams? “Now are you coming in or not.”\n\nHe shuffled into the room, dumping his bags heavily onto the floor between the beds. Poor things. Air was one of the easiest elements to manipulate as well. And why in the name of Thoth was there a boy in my room? Having to share was bad enough, but I'd assumed it would at least be with a girl.\n\n“Are you okay?” he said. “You look red.”\n\n“Yes, I-” I stuttered, searching for words. “I was asleep.”\n\n“Oh. Okay. Sorry for waking you.”\n\nHe turned around and started packing his stuff into the shelves on his side of the room. I was immediately aware of three things. One, he truly was stupid. Asleep? At midday? At least he hadn't noticed I was naked. Or given any thought to what I was actually doing.\n\nTwo, he was trusting as well, or naive. Perhaps I could use that. Stupid was bad, stupid and obedient was good. Every good witch needed familiars, lackeys, goons, and muscle. A plan started to form in my mind, spurred on by the final thing I noticed.\n\nThree, my peon-to-be had a really, *really* nice butt.\n\n“What do you know about Erocana?” I asked.\n\n“Ero-what?”\n\n“Erocana. The magical discipline?” It was one of the most common, I was sure. Everyone in my village practiced it. Frequently.\n\n“Oh, those sex witch people? Not much. Didn't they all die out?”\n\n“What?”\n\nHe turned around to me then, filled with the nervous excitement of a child who knows an important fact. His face scanned around the room, as if he was checking that no-one was listening. When he was satisfied, he started to whisper.\n\n“I heard that their magic was too powerful and they destroyed themselves. There hasn't been one at the academy in decades!”\n\nHuh. Mother did say I was the first to attend in generations. I thought she'd meant from our village. Maybe she had, if we were the only ones left.\n\n“That's very interesting,” I said. “Now why don't you finish unpacking.” \n\nPeon, whatever his name was, didn't seem to register the matronisation in my tone. He continued his work, and I continued thinking while admiring his calves. Desire still burned within me, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. My training had been *strict*.\n\n“What's your name?” I asked him.\n\n“Ashe. You?”\n\n“Annette.”\n\n“Nice to meet you!”\n\n“You too!” I exclaimed, mentally adding sarcasm to the list of things he didn't seem to understand. He pushed a book half on to a shelf, let go, and it started to topple back towards the floor. I clicked reflexively, but the motion did nothing. The book hit the floor inches from his foot.\n\n“Whoops!” he said, picking the book back up and replacing it.\n\nIt was too much. The flickering embers left from the moments penultimate to orgasm were one thing, but not having magic was another, and it was starting to piss me off. One dropped book was an irritant, two was an aggravation; I needed to cum, and fast. Ashe was focused on what he was doing and I considered going for it, staying under the sheets and trying to keep quiet. I'd get away with it, I was sure.\n\nBut that was a short term solution, and besides; where was the fun in that?\n\n“Do you know how those who follow Eroca- I mean- Do you know how the sex witch people gain magical power?”\n\n“Sex?”\n\n“Yes,” I said, “Well, no, not exactly. They don't need to have sex. Not unless they need a lot of magic anyway. For every day use any orgasm is fine. They masturbate.”\n\n“Really? Does it work?”\n\nPerfect. The perfect set up. Right where I wanted him.\n\n“I don't know,” I said, all wide-eyed wonder, acting like I'd never considered the question. The I made my voice soft, conspirative. I scanned the room, like he had done earlier, then started to whisper. “Would you like to try?”\n\nHis body went rigid, his face crimson. “I-I-don't know if we should… Here? Now? T-together?”\n\n“It's for the good of our magical education.”\n\n“I've never- Not with another-”\n\n“Relax,” I said, interrupting him. “It's not like I'm suggesting we sleep together. Anyway, if we're sharing a place this small one of us is bound to catch the other eventually. Unless you were planning on spending a year without doing it?”\n\n“Well, no, but-”\n\n“Okay then. You need to relieve yourself, so do I, where's the harm? We won't do anything else, but masturbating… why not?” I sat up in bed, letting the sheets slide down my body, catching them before they exposed my nipples. I held them there, one arm around my chest and the other on my pillow, propping me up. Even my peon couldn't miss the hint.\n\n“Y-You're-”\n\n“Naked,” I finished for him. “Yes. I am. Completely.” I turned ninety degrees on my bed, planting my back against the wall, and raised my knees once again. The action caused the bedclothes to fall down to my waist, hiding everything below and exposing my chest. The air was still cold, and my body reacted in the obvious way. I slipped one hand underneath the sheet and started to touch myself, a smirk touching the corners of my mouth. “And now I'm doing something else. Care to join me?”"
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"content": "The front door shuts behind us. You are kicking off your shoes, and they rattle down the parquet flooring. We are surrounded by boxy, efficient Ikea furniture: compact mirrors, a shoe rack, plain wardrobe, little sepia rugs. We might well afford to live more glamorously, but this is us, somehow. There's a certain *hygge* to the place. \n\nWe are not wasting time, are we? You are sandwiched between me and the door. The sound you just made is very encouraging, a kind of purring moan. My hands slide down your sides and squeeze in behind the small of your back. I mean to dispatch the tea-length dress you wore to Ibsen and take you. The direct tactile pleasure of embracing you, the warmth and scent rising from your body: I confess these things have the same powerful effect on me now as they do when you are yourself. There is something else, however: a sense of having you, of special access granted to me by a very special person. It is a subspecies of pride, now that I think about it, and it is absent.\n\n\"Do you want to?\" I ask, searching for a sign of you in your eyes. \"Right now?\"\n\nIf you are there, I cannot find you. You answer with a derisive glottal stop, like I am asking a very stupid question, then: \"Yeah!?\" \n\nI bow my head to kiss you but you tap my nose with a forefinger.\n\n\"Ken, wait, I've got an idea! Let's take a bath together. Like in the song!\" you blurt out, beaming with the kind of delight the real you would reserve for some incredible, sublime experience. I do miss you.\n\n\"Yeah, all right...!\" I sing out, trying to match your enthusiasm. You slip my grasp and scamper down the hall, mincing on tip-toe with your hands aflutter, a living caricature of girlishness. Have I ever seen you move like this? On our morning runs, you are a hard-driving presence beside me, stride after purposeful stride, indefatigable when my own lungs scream for relief. I shrug off my jacket and the song is pounding in my head again.\n\nOur bathroom is illuminated by a too-bright bank of lights, just above the long mirror that overlooks the sink and counter. It is done up in a rustic way, lined with timid café-au-lait pine, while the tub serves as the proud centrepiece, a gleaming white square set like a jewel in wood.\n\nThe water hisses and burbles. A bottle of bath solution stands atop a corner of the tub. I pick it up and read the label. Its fragrance is, of course, aqua, purely synthetic yet pleasant. I should no longer be surprised. Imagination, life is your creation. \n\nBut there is another bottle, grey and discreet. Silicone-based lubricant, as yet unopened. Was it here when we left home? I do not recall buying it. In fact, I cannot remember seeing it before at all, but never mind. I see you over there taking off your clothes, and I want in on that.\n\nYou are bending to slip the dress over your head, and my gaze travels along with the unveiling of your body, from your calves to your rear, and over the bowed spine; only a mirror fogged with love could reflect what I see. The nude-coloured underwear matches your skin tone, and when you straighten and turn toward me - that vacuous smile again, now framed by adorably ruffled hair - you do have the bowdlerised look of a doll, sexless and empty-breasted.\n\n*Undress me everywheeere*, Lene croons in my head. We are close again. I reach behind you to unclasp the bra, while you are unbuttoning my trousers. You sneak your hands under the shirt-tails; they feel cool to the touch as they slide up my chest. Your nipples are erect, and the skin around mine tightens, too. My fingers hook the waistband of your panties and I am crouching along with their descent. There's the missing furrow: right in front of my lips. Its vicinity is quite hairless and very smooth, to all appearances freshly waxed.\n\nI give the desertified mound a kiss and look up as I stroke your buttocks and hamstrings. It seems opportune to take a knee and trek downward with my tongue in search of more humid climes, but no: you beat a brief drumroll with both your palms on the bald dome of my head and step away. The bewitching aroma of your skin is receding along with you.\n\n\"Last one in's a *loser!*\" you exclaim and vault into the tub artlessly. Water splashes all over the place, settling in puddles. You stuff a big yellow bath cap over your hair, tucking rebellious strands up and under it. A cute look, and it is hard not to be a little charmed by this complete lack of self-consciousness and guile. If you are in there somewhere, you must be thoroughly mortified. I might tease you about it afterward, once or twice, when you finally return to me.\n\nYou hunch forward and begin to scrub your back using an Iris Hantverk brush with tufts of hay-coloured bristles. The shoulderblades are quick-alive, shifting under your skin, which is slick and shiny with bubbly white streaks of body wash. It is also, as it happens, eerily, disturbingly perfect; the stuff of digitally-manipulated magazine covers. This strikes me with full force only now: I cannot see a single blemish, nor the faintest trace of pale modesty in the tan; not so much as a freckle. It is as though you are made of living plastic. And it's fantastic.\n\nI feel compelled to take over. Gripping the brush directly by the head, I work it around in hard-pressed circles. Your shoulders shimmy, and your back begins to glow with the vigour of awakened blood. This is not enough for me. I want to touch you with my hands, and the brush floats abandoned. My fingers point down to massage your flanks and buttocks. Now they turn upright again to trace small, snug orbits in your upper back. \n\nYou throw your arms around my torso to try and pull me into the water. I oblige and topple in, boxers and all; they receive a quick farewell wring before I pitch them away. We have made an unholy mess of this bathroom, and that, too, is glorious. \n\nThe lube is now cracked open. We are splashing around, slippery like dolphins in the shallow, foam-topped, aqua-scented soup. My erection has built up to a touch-starved halfway. I trail a long caress down your belly and below the waterline, until I find the yielding warmth between your legs. You lean against me, and your body tenses in a most rewarding way, but what's this? An intercepting hand, your fingers entwined with my own.\n\n\"Only if you say it, silly boy,\" you coo in my ear.\n\n\"Say what?\" I am rather eager to get on with it.\n\n\"You can touch, you can play...\" \n\nI have to smile.\n\n\"I'm always yours,\" I declare. For what it's worth, I do mean it. Even when most of the things I love about you are away in Barbie-hexed exile.\n\nPerhaps I am protesting too much. This grip of yours made a strange first impression, as though the water itself has decided to tighten around my cock. I needed this, badly; it's ludicrous how satisfying it is. It takes me only a few heartbeats to get disgracefully hard. \n\nWe are indeed touching and playing. Under water, your folds and clit feel elusive, mollusc-like to my silicone-blessed fingers. What I truly want to do is to roll on top of you or lock you firmly in my arms; to enter you in the fullness of control and expend all my energy in the fucking. As the slippery tub offers scant purchase for most ways of enacting that, I wedge myself into a corner instead.\n\n\"Come ride me,\" I whisper, lifting my chin in exhortation. \"If you're my doll, then ride me.\"\n\n\"Ah, ah, ah, yeah,\" you seem to be saying as you straddle my hips, but that can't be. The candied syllables are part of the refrain of Barbie Girl. If I am experiencing aural hallucinations, what must the song be doing to you?"
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"content": ">contains light BDSM, F/F\n\n\"Uh... you haven't tied a knot before, have you, my love?\" April turned her head up at the ropes that intertwined messily with the headboard of the bed that she laid nude on. It only took a light pull of her wrists against the restraints for the binds to unravel and fall limp along the pillows beside her. The masochist brushed aside one strand of rope from out of her blonde hair before giving her partner an unenthusiastic stare.\n\n\"S-Sorry! M-My s-small hometown didn't exactly have a Girl Scouts or anything of the like...\" The woman who dressed in a borrowed get-up of leather straps, May, avoided eye contact with the beauty who was attempting to submit to her, as she collected the useless ropes from the bed. May tried to hold back a blush, reminding herself that she *probably* wasn't supposed to get embarrassed... not this easily, at the very least! \n\nApril let out a silent sigh in her head, before suggesting an alternative. \n\n\"Look, there's a box of goodies underneath my bed that you'll find a nice, simply pair of handcuffs in. Why don't we use those instead?\"\n\nThat sounded like a great idea to May. Of course handcuffs would be significantly easier to work, plus she had some experience in those!\n\n...May wondered for a moment if being arrested did actually qualify as experience in the field of handcuffs. After all, it's not as if she actually worked the device herself, no, they'd just been clicked shut onto her... so what if there was actually some complex mechanism to lock them shut that she wouldn't know-\n\n\"May? You gonna pull out the box or continue staring...\" From April's perspective, the \"dominatrix\" had simply been lost in a gaze at her submissive's chest, staring intently at her exposed bosom.\n\nThough when she thought about it a little more... it was actually somewhat hot to the masochist. May was gazing so attentively without even breaking her focus for a second, that it was almost degrading in a way. She hadn't the slightest idea as to what was running through her head as she stared... was it admiration, longing, o-or even disappointment? Physical pain was one thing, but to be treated like this... well, that was a succulent treat on top.\n\nMay didn't even respond as she finally went down to collect the restraints, still debating in her head whether or not she would actually be able to operate the pair of cuffs successfully. She rummaged through the box, throwing aside all sorts of items that she hadn't a clue as to what they do: balls with straps on them, chained clamps (perhaps to dry out some of these items?), more straps, and... why did someone need a ping pong paddle among their sex toys? Eventually she pulled the metallic item she'd been searching from underneath some type of rubber banana, clinging the chains against each other as she brought the, thankfully unlocked, pair to April's wrists once more. \n\nShe looped one cuff around her wrist, then with an almost quizzical gaze began to close it, tightening slowly until it firmly clasped her wrist. May almost went to the next wrist immediately before remembered she did have to pull the chain through the railings of the headboard. Finally, the second cuff was locked around the submissive's wrist, with excitement brewing in one woman's stomach while the satisfaction of success overflowed in the other's.\n\n\"Well... now we're getting somewhere... I can't wait to see what you'll do to me next.\" April whispered, with a little smile growing on her face. \n\nMay finally realized, that there was more to April's fantasies than simply tying her up. And, she did have to finally admit to herself that she hadn't the slightest idea of what she was doing. Her breathing began to quicken, looking side to side nervously for a moment as she avoided April once more.\n\n...But though she was ignorant to these kinky matters, she wasn't a stupid person. If she had to compliment herself, she was actually quite clever, and came up with a devious solution to the little predicament she found herself bound in. May pulled out the box of assorted items and heaved it onto the bed, dumping its contents out onto the bed before she took a gaze straight at April and said:\n\n\"I want you... to tell me which of these items you want me to use on you. You, uh, must tell me--no, beg for what exactly what you want me to do with these items and where you want me to use them. In intimate detail.\"\n\nMay began to spread out the items on the bed for April to look at, hoping that she wouldn't so clearly see through her ploy. A look began to shift into form on the masochist's face...\n\nA drop of sweat rolled down her forehead as a crimson blush blossomed on April's face. She looked at each and every one of the items, imagining herself begging and pleading in intense detail as to how she craved them to be used on her. Words began to stumble out of her mouth as she tried to start with something... had May really gotten her this hot and embarrassed with nothing more than a pair of handcuffs and a few sentences?\n\nDamn... she really was an talented domme, wasn't she?"
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"content": "Sitting naked before her dresser, Megan couldn't decide between the two gags. One the one hand, the cute and squishy red one was a classic that told everyone she was flirty and fun. She had received it on her 18th birthday from her loving parents, and had hardly gone anywhere without it ever since. The snooty girls at college always looked down on its comfortable flexibility, claiming it made her look immature and not serious about public decorum, but Megan didn't care about their stupid opinions. She loved the way it was always a mouthful to wear, yet still allowed her to smile. \n\nBut on the other hand, she was applying for a job as a data analyst, not a morale enhancement officer. \"Flirty and fun\" was perhaps not the right message to be sending at the interview. She put away her favorite ball gag with a pout, and decided to go with the more grown-up gag in polished black instead. Biting down on the far more rigid sphere, she fastened the strap tight beneath her wavy black hair, and took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She looked so grown up, she almost didn't recognize herself. \n\nBut there was still a lot more to do. Her mirror scanned her face and displayed for her a few makeup patterns. Megan picked out one she liked by tapping discretely at her waist high holo display, pretending her arms were already chained to her body. A proper lady was expected to be restrained in public, both physically and metaphorically, and it wouldn't do for her to be pawing at every vid screen as if she was still a little kid. On her command, the dresser made a cheerful chirp and activated her dermal implants. Megan couldn't help but squint as they applied the perfect foundation, blush, and highlights to her face. She had no idea how the models in all the ads could look so serene while their implants changed their makeup on the fly. Whenever she did it, it always felt like she was being tickled by a million dandelions at once. The eyeliner especially was something else. \n\nThankfully, the process was over in a few seconds. Megan pursed her rosy lips and fluttered her lashes a few times. Perfect! Now it was time to get dressed. Of course, she could just throw on a pair of heels and some cuffs and call it a day, but \"back to nature\" was so last year. She wanted to show off her body, as was proper, but she also wanted to do it with style. Calling up the autofab, she picked out a black full body office dress, and stepped into the center of the platform. The autofab's spray nozzles array themselves around her body and began their work. Soon, she looked like she was covered in tar. The smart fabric smoothed itself out before long, and covered her body like a glossy second skin. Even before the material made its way inside her to fill her with a pair of penetrating dildos, its tight, full body embrace was already making her incredibly horny. \n\nMegan looked herself over. Her dress wasn't much of a dress right now. It was more a fitted catsuit that covered every inch of her body below the neck. She still needed shoes. Thinking it over, she briefly contemplated thigh high ballet boots to complete the office doll look, but decided against it. Seven inch heels in high formal was fun and all, but she was going to be sitting at a desk all day. What was the point of stressing out her calf implants if nobody was going to see it? Megan picked a more modest pair of five inch stiletto pumps instead, and set the soles to a rich crimson. She might not get to wear her favorite gag, but she still wanted a splash of red somewhere in her outfit. And besides, in the age of high tech body augs, there was still something to be said for being able to walk gracefully in a pair of heels unaided. Nobody else might know, but she would, and that counted for something. \n\nHappy with her choice of footwear, Megan called for the dress to complete itself. A perfect bloom of shining black film was painted down the full length of her legs. With an audible zip, the new layer shrank into a perfectly fitted hobble skirt. Megan took a few gingerly steps around the room. There was just enough give for her to walk about with a dainty gait, and to sit down or stand up, but the fabric was very restricting. Megan sighed in satisfaction. That was, after all, the idea. \n\nThere was just one last thing to attend to before she was ready to head out. She asked the autofab to print her a new set of body chains. Her old ones were fine, but they weren't meant to be worn with a formal dress. As the machined worked away, it covered her waist and wrists in intricate patters of gold and silver, before linking them together with delicate yet unbreakable chains. More cuffs encircled her chest and elbows, which was mostly for show, but looked fabulous all the same. As a final touch, the machine pinched her erect nipples through her dress and chained them to the O-ring of her submission collar. The procedure elicited from her a little gasp. It was very exciting! \n\nFinally all done up, Megan gave the command to lock herself in. Once set, the bindings wouldn't release her again until she was ready for bed, or unless there was an emergency. In the meantime, the dildos inside of her began their cycles of gentle teasing. Megan moaned a little before straightening herself out. No orgasm before bedtime. That was the rule. \n\nMaking her way to the kitchen, she tried to grab her mug of iced coffee from the fridge, only to realize she really should have done this before she had locked herself in. Getting dressed had been so exciting, she had forgotten all about it. She struggled with the fridge shelves for a few futile moments before finally admitting defeat, and called for Sammy's help. The little housebot dutiful strapped her thermos into the small of her back, and set the feeding tubes to match the contours of her gag. Two small openings appeared on the otherwise featureless black sphere, just wide enough for her to receive her drink. Megan cared a lot about looking her best, but she wasn't going anywhere without her morning coffee. \n\nWith her files all downloaded to her collar, Megan set it to sub-vocalize. Whatever she wanted to say now, she just needed to think it, and it would project a holo readout for anyone to see. She made her way to the curb to wait for her ride. It was a truly beautiful morning. The sun was bright and warm upon her face. And as her dress gently massaged her with waves of pleasure, she couldn't help but marvel at being so lucky. Even before starting her first job, she had already been given so much."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When your boss ordered you to go to sensitivity training after he heard you make a lewd joke, this isn’t what you had in mind | [
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"content": " \n\nI spot Harold eyeing me up, as I come back from lunch. His gaze travels up my legs, and from even that, I feel an electric tingle in my pussy. I turn and grab my desk, spreading my legs and hiking up my tiny pencil-skirt. It’s tight on my round ass. I can tell that he’s hesitating, and I shoot a glance back over my shoulder. “Go on… I know you want to! Everyone else has.” I look forward again, waiting and, a moment later, I hear the door to my office close and his pants hit the floor. He’s inside me without much preamble, and I’m instantly moaning like a whore, arching my back and bucking into him, gripping him with my pussy and pulling him in, angling myself to take him deeper and deeper.\n\nI’m completely abandoned to it by now… A total slut, hopelessly addicted to sex. I guess it’s fitting. Two weeks ago, I’d seen a young woman walking around the place with her thong showing, calling her a cheap little slut. I didn’t know she was the CEO’s daughter… or that he was in earshot. Before I knew it, I had a two week slate of appointments at Utopia Psych facility… \n\nThese “Sensitivity Treatments” were supposed to treat anorganismia… a condition that I’d never suffered from. Applied to a woman with normal sexual functioning… Oh my god. I spent the whole night masturbating. Normally, one treatment was all anyone ever needed, for life, and I’d been taking a schedule of 14! My libido is totally out of control. All I can think about is sex! And the “sensitivity” is off the charts. I came twice on the ride to work, just from the vibrations of the car. Harold’s artless humping is driving me through my fifth climax even now… My pussy is just so… hungry! And my whole body has been tuned for sex! Normally, you get some light “second puberty” effects out of the treatment, as it adjusts your hormones. A cup size, maybe a bit more of a figure… Fourteen of them in a row have turned me into a walking wet dream. \n\nMy breasts have ballooned to the size of my head. I cry out, as Harold roughly gropes one of my massive, heavy tits, through my shirt, practically ready to cum again just from his frenzied fondling. My breasts are these huge, teardrop-shaped orbs, dominating my torso, round, hanging low on my chest, their lower curves just above my waist. They sway and jiggle with my every movement. They sway and jiggle when I *breathe*.\n\nMy waist is tiny, and I have the hips of a 1940s cartoon pin up. My ass is this round, jiggly badonkadonk that belongs in a rap video, and even my legs seem longer and shapelier. I can’t stand to cover any of it up, either. I actually want it. I want sex so badly that I can’t stand the idea of anyone not knowing what a slut I am. I wear my skirts short and tight. I never button my blouse higher than the center of my bra. Even a few days of treatments had been enough to start me on a fuck-tour of the whole office and, at this point, after being injected with fourteen times more sexuality than any human could consider normal… I relished my new role as the building bicycle. I actually felt pride in my chest and a tingle in my pussy at the thought of deliberately giving everyone their turn.\n\nI called his daughter a slut, he turns me into a gene-modded hyperslut. A fitting revenge.\n\nHarold pops inside of me. It didn’t take him long, but I’ve come seven times. My sex-soaked brain practically gives me an eighth just from the pure lewdness of it all. I squirm on his softening cock, reveling in the feeling of his hot, slick cum in my cunt. Leaning down on my elbows, I turn and give him a half-lidded smile. “Thanks babe,” I half-moan, half-whisper, as he pulls out.\n\nI reach back behind myself and scoop as much of his cum out of me as I can, bringing it to my mouth. I moan in delight, sucking my fingers clean. Everything tastes so good now! Cum is as tasty as a five-star meal, and food is ambrosia. I paid out of pocket for a metabolic enhancement, and I’ve still gained a few pounds, as much as I’ve been eating.\n\nHarold pats me on the butt, copping a final feel, as he does. “Thanks, Jenny!” he says, as he pulls up his pants.\n\n“Anytime!” I chirp, as he lets himself out, and I mean it. My cunt is permanently ravenous, a portal to pleasure for all. I finish eating his cum.\n\nIt doesn’t take me long to make myself presentable again. My hair is like spun silk now. I had my makeup permanently applied. Exercising all of my restraint, I managed to settle on a look somewhere between “way-too-sexy-for-office-work” and “arm candy callgirl”. It looks great, I must admit. I'm supposed to meet with the CEO, so that I can “show him what I’ve learned”. Frankly, I can’t wait. My libido’s been cranked so sky-high, my orgasm set to such a hair trigger, that I’, practically creaming my panties with anticipation for whatever marathon revenge-fuck session he has in mind. I can hardly keep a smile off of my pillowy red lips, as I step out of the elevator.\n\nI open his office doors, and he seems shocked at the sight of me. “Jennifer?” he gasps, raising a handsome eyebrow. God! Everyone is so good-looking now! “You look different...”\n\nI shrug, stepping forward. “I’m sorry I called your daughter a slut. I’m the slut now.” I gave my giant bust a shake, sending my blimp tits into a heavy sway back and forth. “I can’t wait to show you what fourteen sessions of sensitivity treatment does.\n\n“This is from sensitivity training?” he asked. “I sent you for two weeks of sensitivity training, didn’t I?”\n\nThe holographic form of his VI-assistant materializes in the room. “Negative. Employee Jennifer Tannenwald has been scheduled for fourteen days of sensitivity *treatments*, as per executive order...”\n\nWe both stare at each other for a long moment. A smile crosses my lips. He thinks that it’s because I’m going to get a hefty settlement out of the company, but he’s wrong. The settlement will come, sure, but I’m smiling because I’ve seen the bulge growing in his pants, and I know that we’re going to *fuck*..."
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"content": "**Oblivious**\n\nJanine rolled over and opened her eyes. Chris was awake, scrolling through his phone. Clouds covered the sky with not a single ray of sunshine bursting through the coverage.\n\n“Morning, sweetie,” she said.\n\n“Morning,” he said. He put down his phone. “What time did you get to bed last night? It sounded like it was another late night at the office.”\n\n“It must have been around 1 a.m. We’ve just been _slammed_ with this project.”\n\n“I’m so proud of you for persevering through it.”\n\n“Thanks, sweetie.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. He peered down at her bosom, her nipples stiff. Aroused, he kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss, but just ever so slightly.\n\nHe reached over to put his arm around her, brushing her right nipple with his thumb. She recoiled away. “I’m sorry, but I’m just not in the mood right now.”\n\n“It’s all right,” he said. Chris smiled. “I understand. I’ll make us some breakfast while you get ready.”\n\n“You’re the best.” She blew him a kiss as he pulled on pants and a shirt.\n\nChris poured the coffee into mugs and started the toast. He cut open an avocado, pried out the pit, and cut slices into each half. When the toast popped out, he scooped out the avocado and spread it over the bread. He ground fresh black pepper on top.\n\nChris loved making breakfast for his darling wife, Janine. Janine worked as Chief Marketing Officer at a consulting agency. Throughout their entire marriage, she made more money than him. Chris worked from home—reviewing tech products and writing for online publications. Chris tried to do everything he could around the house to support her and help her out since his schedule was so flexible.\n\nJanine walked down the stairs in pumps, tight-fitting khaki pants, and an over-sized salmon sweater. “You’re too good to me,” she said. She sat down at the table where the coffee and avocado toast sat waiting.\n\n“It’s the least I can do,” he said. “Dig in.”\n\nJanine looked at her phone the whole time while they ate. Chris sat and alternated between looking at his coffee, his toast, and her, hoping for a shred of her attention. Janine was texting Aiden, the social media manager who worked underneath her. Aiden, a recent college grad, was friendly with all of the women at the consultancy. He was particularly _friendly_ with his boss, Janine. At that moment, during breakfast, he was sending Janine pictures of himself posing naked in front of his home mirror. Janine blushed at his well-endowed penis and toned muscles. She glanced over at Chris, whose muscle definition was replaced with a beer gut in recent years.\n\n“How is it?” Chris asked.\n\n“So good,” she said. She finished her last bite of toast, downed her coffee, and said, “Gotta run, babe! See you tonight!”\n\nChris cleaned up from breakfast and got his workday started.\n\n* * *\n\nJanine knocked on Chris’s office door that night at around 7 p.m. She peeked her head into his office. He was testing noise-canceling wireless headphones. Startled, he jerked them off. He beamed his best smile at Janine. “Hey, darling! You’re home early, how was your day?”\n\n“It was fantastic, really a good one. Aiden, the new social media manager I was telling you about, he and I have a deadline for a project tomorrow, but the office shut down for cleaning tonight. He's here now. We’re going to set up a little workspace in the basement and have some focused collaboration time.”\n\n“That’s so wonderful. Both of your dedication inspires me to work harder. Let me know if you need anything. Want me to make dinner for all three of us?”\n\n“No, no, that’s okay. We ate already. You just take care of yourself. We’ll probably be up late working, so I’ll catch up with you in the morning.”\n\n“Sounds good, babe. I believe in you!”\n\nChris put his large, noise-canceling headphones back on as Janine and Aiden traipsed down the stairs into the basement.\n\nJanine and Aiden immediately started having loud, noisy sex. Chris didn’t hear any of it, the sound drowned out by the music he was listening to on his review headphones. Chris took them off to use the bathroom. He heard loud, steady banging coming from the basement. Curious, Chris opened the door and asked, “Everything all right down there? Sounds like something’s wrong with the washer.”\n\nAlarmed, Janine took Aiden’s penis out of her mouth and caught her breath. She held a single finger over her mouth and gestured to Aiden. “It’s all right, sweetie. I’ll check on it. It’s definitely been acting up lately,” she yelled up the stairs.\n\n“Thanks! Let me know if I can help at all.”\n\nJanine and Aiden resumed their fucking, Chris resumed his headphone testing.\n\nA couple hours later, Chris got ready for bed. The noisy washer was _still_ going. He didn’t let it worry him though, Janine was capable of taking care of it. Resigned to the fact that he wasn’t going have sex with his wife, her being so busy with work, he thought of her while he masturbated in the shower."
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"content": "**Part 1**\n\nHavana had so much yet to learn about the world. Not that such a thing was hard for her.\n\nShe was meant to be perfect, or at least close to such as possible. Or at least, that's what her parents told her. 'Parents' being subjective now that she knew the things she knew.\n\nThe truth was a bit more blurry and vague than expected. The reality was that she was meant to be more than perfect. She was raised to be more than that. One of her uncles, as she learned through the walls of her room years ago, described her as \"the next step in human evolution\".\n\nWhatever that meant. \"The next step\" apparently was code for genetically enhanced war machine stemmed from cryogenically stored stem cells meant for usage in an experimental black operation on home soil.\n\nYeah.\n\nBut that took a back seat to her current interests. She wished to find Tan a gift.\n\nHer 'boyfriend'. Well, okay, at least that was the cover they used to get by. Tanner in reality had been the one to accidentally free her from captivity. He was too himself an anomaly in a way.\n\nA stringer. A freelance cameraman who spent his days and nights collecting, editing, and selling photos and videos of all the chaos he could stumble across. All he had to do was follow the police sirens or the random ambulance.\n\nShe still had to wonder what led him to discover what he did. But she was in fact grateful for such a thing. Even though her feelings had been more protective than anything.\n\nHavana felt it only right to at least obtain him a gift of some sort. And while she wasn't one to invade on another's privacy unless necessary, she deemed this so.\n\nSo when she stumbled across a folder labeled in Tan's usual cryptic way on one of his hard drives, she opened it.\n\nThere were videos, a solid amount of them. She didn't think much of it. Much of this was crime scene footage, accidents, bystander interviews. But the first video showed a woman wearing all of nothing. Rather beautiful too, if Havana was honest with herself.\n\nThe woman flirted with the camera, and then with a man. As the scene unfolded it its classical way, Van began to feel a certain warmth. She understood pleasuring herself. No brainer there. But this was something different. She'd heard of sexual contact, but it was another thing to see.\n\nIt was raw and impressive. And despite the obviously kitschy cliches she noted being played out, it did seem like a lot of fun. And so she clicked another. And another. And another...\n\n---\n\nTanner had another bum night. Current events had made things rather slow for him. Less people outside meant less activity. Less activity meant less footage. Less footage meant less money.\n\nAs he dragged the sedan into the driveway, shut the fence and wandered to the backdoor, he returned to his concerns to the obvious.\n\nZenSec. They hadn't seen any trouble from them for several weeks now.\n\nAnd that really worried him. Considering all the previous things they'd tried to do to them over the past three months or so, nothing was scarier then the unknown.\n\n---\n\nThe house was dark and quiet. The usual at seven in the morning. Tanner didn't feel a need for breakfast. He felt like he needed some sleep after he ditched his mask.\n\nTo his interest, Havana wasn't on the couch per usual. He thought next that she was exercising. It was nothing to come home to her doing an inordinate amount of pushups or crunches or something else.\n\nInstead, he was greeted by a completely bizarre sight entering the bedroom.\n\nHavana sat on the edge of his bed, wearing nothing but one of his dress shirts. Her muscled thighs laid softly over one another and she let him take in the view as she spread them to look at him.\n\nHe let his bag hit the floor, maybe in shock, maybe because of his inner thoughts. But as he saw her pussy in the light, he tried to avert his eyes. She liked teasing him with her body, but nothing like this.\n\n\"Glad you're home Tan.\" \n\n\"Van, what's going on?\"\n\nShe loomed over him suddenly as she shut the door behind him. One leg wrapped behind one of his and she leaned to kiss him deeply.\n\n\"You know exactly what's going on.\" She whispered. \"So, what are you going to do about it?\""
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"content": "Contains some body horror\n***\n\nThis place. This fucking place. It's so… *uncivilized.* Martin frowned as he drank his coffee on the farmhouse porch, his breakfast companion, a cow, eating at a nearby fence, chewed grass with a placid expression that made him feel judged. He hated the country but it was the only place he could safely run the experiment. Eleanor's family estate was quiet and remote, far from the prejudiced eyes and ears of London. \n\nA distant bell rang from the barn and he finished his cup with a gulp, eager to check on the results. Sliding open the gate, the normally dark cool interior was warm, almost stuffy. If his calculations were correct, the percolation and ambient pressure had to be *just right*. A large glass enclosure in the center of the barn was opaque with condensation. Inside, white fog swirled, a wisp of gas moving and exposing a table, vials, and a brass distillery. The small autoclave under the table glowed devilish red. \n\nHe opened a notebook, half destroyed from overuse and checked his gauges against the scribbles in Doctor Frau's torn journal page. There was no mistaking it; he had completed the cycle. A broad smile crept over his face as the hour of vindication was close at hand, and he leaned in to kiss the cold glass wall. The droplets tasted sickeningly sweet. He nearly died when Eleanor, walking in from behind, tapped his shoulder.\n\n\"Good gods, woman!\" he bellowed. \"Have you no tact?\"\n\n\"My dear, I saw the cup on the table and you were gone. I was worried.\"\n\nThe thought of his doting wife seemed quaint. So domestic. \"You have nothing to worry about from now on, love,\" he said, patting her shoulder, \"After all these years, I have *done it*.\"\n\nHer eyes widened. \"Truly? That's marvelous!\" \n\n\"Indeed! Can you imagine? No more ailments? No pain? A serum that can cure any malady! *Aqueous Telios*!\"\n\nShe rubbed her hand against the glass until the condensate dripped down her arm and she shivered. \"What does it mean?\"\n\n\"Doctor Frau thought it was liquid perfection, the ultimate cure-all. His misfortunes prevented him from completing his work, but I have done it.\" He looked out of the barn door, to the brightness outside and thought of old scores. Another bell caught his attention. \"Stand back.\"\n\nHe walked to the sealed door and turned the handle. In an instant, the interior fog dissipated like a spectre in sunlight, revealing an all metal workshop. At the center of the table stood a single pipette with a gold liquid. \"Do you see it Elle? My creation!\" Pulling off the tubed stopper, he inhaled from the vial, then drank it in one gulp. It was bitter, salty, with a finish of blistering heat. Martin collapsed on the floor, holding his neck. \n\nHe awoke the next morning in his bed, but couldn't recall climbing the stairs. A damp cloth fell from his forehead. His body ached and his skin felt hot to the touch but chilly underneath. \"What happened?\" \n\nEleanor held his hand from a chair. \"You fell, and I had thought you dead. When I pulled you from the chamber, I could see the rise and fall of your chest and thanked the Lord for his mercy. I carried you to bed.\"\n\n\"You… carried me?\" He regained enough consciousness to look at himself, the workshop apron still over his clothes.\n\n\"Of course, what else was I to do? You seemed like a sleeping babe, and it was so beautiful. I *had* to let you rest in comfort.\" She squeezed his hand as a comfort but he reeled in pain.\n\n\"Damn it, woman! You must have the strength of an ogre! Begone!\" Any goodwill in his eyes vanished, and Eleanor rose from her seat.\n\n\"As you wish.\" She softly closed the bedroom door behind her.\n\n\"Imbecile,\" he sneered, clutching his hand. The skin felt electric, like waves of pinpricks from where he touched. More waves pulsed over his body, and he realized how sensitive he'd become. Tearing off the apron, shirt, and trousers did nothing to quell the itch. It was only after he removed every stitch of clothing that the sensations stopped. \n\nMartin stood naked before his mirror. Surely this was the platonic ideal of health. Toned muscles, unblemished skin, and a more than satisfactory member between his legs. It twitched with recognition. When he reached down to hold it, there was no pain. Of course, the perfect man would reject all those unnatural things, like clothes. He smirked at himself, thinking about the future while his cock stiffened in his hand.\n\nHe didn't mean to start masturbating, but he didn't stop. Looking at his reflection, he stroked faster, until a drop of pre-cum oozed from his tip. The sensation was different, more sensitive than he'd ever felt before. The new tickles of pleasure radiated from a lower place. He lifted his cock and stared at his balls. \"Eleanor!\" he shouted.\n\nHis wife entered and shrieked at his nudity. \"Love, what happened to your clothes?\"\n\n\"Nevermind that, Elle,\" he said, turning to face her. \"What do you see, *here*?\"\n\nShe was silent, tilting her head as she approached him. Kneeling on the floor, she slowly raised her hand to cup two proportionately small, perfectly cleaved breasts, swinging under his shaft. Her thumb grazed a tiny nipple and it hardened, a miniscule nub that made Martin groan. \"My lord, what has happened?\" \n\nBefore he could answer, she ran her fingers under them and his breath caught in his throat. \"They're...very sensitive.\" \n\n\"I can see.\" Instead of revulsion, she stared at the mini mammaries with avid curiosity. Holding his cock out of the way, she moved in closer, until her breath made them sway. \"May I?\" she asked, looking at his agonized face. \"For science.\"\n\nMartin closed his eyes. \"For science. Just be- oh god!\" He wobbled on his feet when she took a breast into her mouth. The feeling was wondrous, a pleasure he had never known. He rested his hand on her hair for balance as she slathered her tongue over each one. \n\nNeeding balance herself, she reached around his hips and clutched both cheeks. His flesh was warm and pliant, near perfect holds as she sucked his tiny breasts. Smooth skin under her palms felt rough, and she pulled away to look. \n\n\"Martin, you've grown more on your backside!\" \n\nHe twisted around and screamed, watching his flat, taut ass begin to grow and sag, dark circles forming at the centers. They felt heavy, only getting relief when Eleanor cupped them for support. \"Please,\" he whispered, \"help me.\"\n\nShe walked him backwards to the bed and laid him on his side, both sets of breasts hanging like ripe fruit. Dew drops of milk formed on his areolae. \"*Aqueous Telios*,\" she whispered, then bent down to drink. \n\nMartin wanted to scream in pleasure and in pain, the mixture so complete he didn't know where one ended and the other began, but his voice was not his own. something grew in the back of his mouth and fear sent him into convulsions. He hopped out of bed, knocking down his wife and looked in the mirror. In the dark, wet, recesses of his mouth, his tonsils had swollen and lost their red color. They looked pale and round, with a single dark protuberance on each. Eleanor held his face and kissed him deeply, confirming his worst fears and desires. He closed his eyes and resigned himself to perfect pleasure.\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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"content": "This 1878 Victorian-style, three-story, house was indistinguishable from the others in the neighborhood. From the outside it was hard to imagine that the ‘house girl’ was currently bouncing herself in ‘reverse cowgirl’ position on her house-mate’s impressive cock while trying to suck her other housemate’s cock while he stands on the coffee table.\n\nGianna had moved into the house of five people, now six, about three weeks ago. At orientation the house of four guys and, now, two girls went over the house rules:\n\n**Brad** was on trash duty which meant everyone’s personal trash as well. He had to check each room and bathroom and the floors and under the beds. While he didn’t say it at the meeting, it includes picking up used condoms and tissues from everyone's rooms.\n\n**Kelsea** was on floor duty. She would vacuum and sweep and mop. It seems like more work but it was relaxing to her. She took regular smoke breaks between rooms.\n\n**Justin** was on surface duty. He would dust and wipe and scrub all ‘tops’, kitchen, bathtub, sinks, dust cabinets, and everyone’s desks. He would also clean mirrors.\n\n**Guy** was on laundry. There were industrial-sized washer and dryers in the basement. It really only took one load to do all of the washing in the house. He keeps Gianna's panties sometimes.\n\n**Clint** was on bathrooms, old food, and general tidying duty. He would go around and put cans in the recycle, clean out the fridge, and scrub the toilets. \n\nAt the meeting Gianna volunteered to, “Suck, fuck, lick, and cum.” Her duties would include taking care of morning wood, taking care of a late-night boner, and other general hornyness. She stressed that she was wildly sexual and bisexual. Kelsea was visibly excited.\n\n\\-\n\nThe first morning Gianna woke up to a large cock in her face. Without hesitation she took it deep into her throat and sucked up and down on it until Brad came on her tits. He thanked her and left. As she was making herself breakfast, Justin slapped her ass and said he needed to “release himself inside her” and she let him fuck her pussy until he pulled out and came on her butt. She finished her breakfast before he finished on her. Next Clint lured her into the shower for a blowjob. He left and she showered. She passed by Guy’s goom where he was jerking off to Kelsea’s underwear. Gianna came in, tied the underwear around his face, and jerked him off, letting his cum run over her fingers. She wiped them on his stomach and left. Kelsea was hesitant to use her services, so they both sat on the second-story roof getting high. Kelsea kissed Gianna and let her finger her until she came. \n\nThe next day she went room to room before everyone had to go to work or school. She took cock after cock in the mouth, swallowing every load and licking them clean. She fingered Kelsea, asking her to smell Gianna’s pussy while she did it. “She’ll warm up to it.” Gianna explained to Justin that night. “Not everyone is comfortable with girl-girl stuff right away.”\n\nOne month later, Gianna is on her knees riding Clint’s cock while Brad fucks her ass. Justin is standing over Clint and fucking Giana’s face while Kelsea is sitting on Clint’s face, reversed, and sucking Guy’s cock. There are several burned-out joints and too many shot glasses laying around as the house fucks each other.\n\nThis is the happiest any of them have ever been."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Haunted House TV hosts have to edit out most of their content before it airs. This is because most ghosts are incredibly horny. You almost wish you could find a ghost who didn't want to fuck every cast and crewmember, just once. | [
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"content": "Standing in front of the door to the abandoned haunted house the presenter, Melissa, is making sure her white shirt is tucked in to her shirt black skirt. Lifting her nylon covers legs she brushed some dirt off her pink heels, the pink matches her underwear but that important for later.\nMelissa, now ready, waits for the camera man to give her the go. The camera man begins to count down from three.\n3... 2... 1...\n\n\n“Hello and welcome to an exclusive episode of Haunted Hunters, I’m your host Melissa and today’s episode is a behind the scenes.” Melissa begins to explain playing with her skirt.\n\n\n“Now people don’t know this but ghost are normal very horny as they don’t often get that release so when hunting we wear chastity belts to stop the ghosts doing to much.” Melissa continues to explain lifting up her skirt to reveal the belt.\n\n\nMelissa takes a key out the pocket on her shirt and unlock the belt, letting it hit the ground.\n\n\n“Well today we’re letting the ghost have full access.” Melissa explains.\n\n\n“Let’s go inside.” Melissa then said as she turned around and opens the door.\n\n\nWalking into the house the floor squeaked as her heels pushed down on the old wood. She confused to walk through the house trying to find the a sign of a ghost.\n\n\n“Why don’t we try the bed room.” Melissa said looking into the camera with a smile.\n\n\nClimbing the old stairs she walks towards the master bed room, as she open the door slowly and walked in. It was only a couple of steps before Melissa put her foot in some ghost residue. Moving the camera in closer to show her heel almost covered in the goo.\n\n\n“We do have a ghost and this looks like some slime left from its foot print.” Melissa explained and the camera man got a good look at her heel.\n\n\nMelissa moves her foot around in the goo to give a good show but as she try’s to move she finds her foot is stuck in the goo.\n\n\n“Oww this is sticker then normal, I think my heel is stuck.” Melissa said trying to provide a description on what’s happening.\n\n\nMelissa slips her nylon foot out her heel slowly and puts it on the floor away from the goo.\n\n\n“I guess I’ll continue with our heels on.” Melissa said with a little giggle.\n\n\nMelissa begins to walk around the room look at the old furniture, she is very interested in the bed and looking directly into the camera she climbs on to it. Melissa decides to lie down on the bed and spread her arms and legs out.\n\n\n“Will the ghost take the bait?” Melissa asked still looking into the camera.\n\n\nMelissa waited and soon she could feels very slimy rope around her ankles and wrists, the camera man moved in to get a better look, it was the same goo as what was on her heels. \n\n\nHearing a noise behind him the camera man turns around to reveal a black figure standing in the corner of the room. It begins to walk towards the camera man but the figure knows he’s wearing a chastity device and can’t do anything, it relies Melissa isn’t wearing one and turns it’s attention to her. Walking over to the bed it grows a large and hard cock. Melissa wasn’t expecting this to happen and began to struggle on the bed but it was no good, the slime rope was around her tight and wasn’t coming lose anytime soon. As it got closer it was very interested in Melissas nylon feet and began to rub them. As the camera man got a better look the figures hand grew claws and it begins to tickle Melissas feet. Melissa was incredibly ticklish and hated her feet being tickled.\n\n\n“Please stop.” Melissa was able to get out between gasping for air and laughing but the figure didn’t stop.\nMelissa endures around twenty minutes of tickle torture and the camera man got plenty of shots of her feet being tickled by the figure and a couple of her laughing face.\nThe figure stoped and disappeared and the ropes disappeared too. Climbing off the bed Melissa looks into the camera.\n\n\n“Let’s keep looking, it may return.” Melissa said with a smile.\n\n\nStanding up she walked over to her heel, which are now clean, slipping her feet back into the heels she left the master bed room and back into the hall way.\n\n\n“Where next?” Melissa asked the camera.\n\n\nMelissa continues to walk down the hall way towards a spear room, opening the door the figure is waiting for her.\n\n\n“As you can see the ghost is now waiting for us, let’s see what it might do.” Melissa said and as she finished her clothes vanished except her heels.\n\n\nIt took Melissa a couple of seconds to realise and quickly covers her self.\n\n\n“Oww it’s has stolen my clothes and I’m naked, my camera man has been told to not stop recording no matter what.” Melissa said trying her best to keep herself covered but the figure had other ideas.\n\n\nThe figure walked towards Melissa and grabbed her hands, putting them behind her back he tied them together at the wrist forcing her to expose herself.\n\n\n“This is humiliating, first tickling me now this.” Melissa said a little annoyed with the ghost.\n\n\nThe ghost walks out of the room leaving Melissa alone with the camera man.\n\n\n“We should follow.” Melissa said as she began to walk towards the door.\n\n\nFlowing the ghost out the room and down the hall way towards what looked like a bath room. As Melissa got closer to the door her hands where released and her clothes returned to her. Opening the door the ghost is tied to the shower curtain rail with its cock sticking straight towards Melissa.\n\n\n“It seams the ghost is gonna let me play with it.” Melissa said to the camera walking closer to the ghost.\n\n\nMelissa slowly walked over to the ghost putting her hand on its hard cock, slowly stroking it back and forth as if she was teasing it as punishment for what it did to her.\n\n\n“Do you want to see a ghost cum?” Melissa asked the camera.\n\n\nAs Melissa began to stroke the ghosts cock faster and faster, she continued to stroke its cock until it looked like the ghost was about to cum, she stoped.\n\n\n“I think I’ll edge it for a bit as composition for what it did to me.” Melissa said to the camera with a smile.\n\n\nMelissa didn’t continue to stroke its cock but knelt down with her face in front of its cock.\n\n\n“Do you want to cum on my face.” Melissa asked the ghost.\n\n\nGreen cum began ozzing out the tip of the ghosts cock and Melissa smiled, putting her finger on its cock she slowly rubbed its head with her finger, she was planing to ruin it orgasm. But just before the ghost could cum it vanished leaving Melissa confused.\n\n\n“What, where’s it’s gone?” She asked in shocked confusion.\n\n\nStanding up Melissa leaves the bath room quickly trying to find the ghost, rushing back down the stairs she finds it in the kitchen standing by the table. Melissa slowly walks over and stands in front of it. The ghost grabs her, turning around and holding her against the table. Rope begin to wrap around her ankles and her legs are pulled apart. The ghost lifts her skirt and pulls her panties down. Melissa watches as the ghost slides it’s cock into her and begins to slide it in and out getting faster and faster. The camera man just watch and trying to get the best shots possible.\nMelissa was enjoying the fucking she was getting and could feel her first orgasm building but the ghost stoped leaving her almost on the edge.\n\n\n“Please, let me cum.” Melissa begged almost with out thinking.\n\n\nThe ghost removed her top and bra along with her skirt and began to slide its cock back in and out of her now sensitive pussy. Melissa let out her orgasm and the ghost continued to fuck her.\n\n\nMelissa has four more orgasms before the ghost pulled out of her, rubbing it’s cock it shot a massive load or green cum all over her body. Almost covering her.\n\n\nThe ghost vanished again but soon reappeared with Melissa chastity belt in hand, locking it back on her body it vanished again holding her only key.\n\n\n“I think I’m now it’s sex slave.” Melissa said shocked and a little scared."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] For no particular reason, a half-elf simply feels like giving her friend a blowjob during a lazy, rainy afternoon. | [
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"content": "“Why are we still sitting here, Fionn?”\n\n“Because it's raining,” he said. I rolled my eyes at him.\n\nFionn was, as far as he claimed, a hunter. His skill with the bow was minimal, his woodcraft mediocre, his knowledge of the many races we fought poor, and the closest he had ever got to any kind of animal companion was the time he drunkenly mistook a bear for one of his associates and challenged it to a wrestling competition. Which he had won. I'd even ended up healing the poor animal. And when I finally got it back on its feet, Fionn had offered it a beer!\n\nDespite all this, I'd grown rather fond of the man. He had his uses, possessing an uncanny knack for finding the most profitable of trouble, and he was stronger than anyone I'd ever met. He danced from scuffle to barfight to mercenary encounter, and I followed him every step of the way, healing his wounds and dealing with anything too magical for him to solve with his fists. It wasn't what most people dreamed of, but Fionn gave me the one thing I wanted more than anything; life with him was never boring. Almost never boring.\n\n“I'm bored,” I said.\n\n“Doesn't change the fact it's raining. We're not travelling in this. Anyway, I think it's pretty.”\n\n“Do you know how long I've lived, Fionn?”\n\n“Not really,” he said. “You're a half-elf. A long time.”\n\n“A hundred and fifteen years. How old are you, again?”\n\n“Twenty-three. What's your point?”\n\n“My point is I've seen a lot more rain than you have, and I'm bored!”\n\n“Alright. Still raining.”\n\n“Gah!”\n\nI turned away from him and back to the forest outside the cave we were staying in. It was nice, in a way, a relaxing tattoo of tiny impacts that blended into something almost constant, broken by occasional rumbles of thunder. Flashes of lightning lit the grey sky, adding splashes of colour as they reflected off the green of the canopy. Beautiful, breathtaking even. But nothing I hadn't seen before.\n\nI let my attention drift back to Fionn, and my mind started wandering down familiar paths. He was an attractive man, if not my type. I liked them to be cuter, skinnier, more effeminate; I'd long supposed it was part of being who I was, an unconscious fetishisation of my better, elven half. Fionn wasn't anything like those I idolised, strong and masculine, thick legs and arms, a square jaw, short cropped hair. When we met, I'd told him I was into women. It was a little bit like the truth, and had seemed like an easy way to keep our relationship professional. But he was still attractive, in his own way. And I couldn't take much more of this rain watching.\n\n“Hey, Fionn?”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Want a blowjob?”\n\n“What?”\n\n“I asked if you wanted a blowjob. It's a simple question.”\n\nHis brow furrowed, a struggle of remembrance. “I thought you were into girls?” he said.\n\n“Yeah, well, you know when I said I was bored?”\n\n“Yes?”\n\n“I'm *really* bored.”\n\nHe raised an eyebrow, then shrugged, apparently deciding he may as well indulge whatever mania had taken hold of me. \n\n“Alright,” he said. “If you insist.”\n\n“I do!”\n\nHe freed his cock from his trousers and I snuggled into his lap, laying my head against his chest and one shoulder onto his thigh. His cock was soft, but I'd hadn't expected anything else; rain just wasn't exciting. I took it into my mouth, enjoying the way it flopped around on my tongue as it slowly began to throb into life. Fionn placed a hand on the back of my head, and stroked it through my long red hair.\n\n“This… isn't your first time, is it?”\n\nI considered lying, but I was already sucking his cock, pretending I was actually a lesbian didn't seem like something I could get away with. I let my hand take over, gripping his length and stroking him as I removed my mouth to answer his question.\n\n“No. It isn't.”\n\n“So you lied about your sexuality?”\n\n“No!” I exclaimed, as haughtily as one could while pleasuring a man with a hand. “I do prefer… people a lot more feminine than you. And anyway, I'm a hundred and fifteen. I've tried lots of things.”\n\n“Really?”\n\n“Really. Now can I get back to work?”\n\nFionn shrugged, and I took that as my cue to focus my attention back on the thing between his legs. It was huge, one of the largest I'd ever seen, though my experience with full-bloodied humans was limited and I couldn't be sure whether he was a little or a lot above average. If I had to guess, I'd go with a lot, I could barely fit my hand around the thing, and it was a struggle to get much of it in my mouth. I settled into a comfortable position, my lips apart, my tongue running over the head, stroking him at the same time. I'd offered a blowjob, not a handjob with tongue, but he didn't try to stop me or complain.\n\nI'd also said nothing about what else I was going to do, and my other hand found its way between my legs. I was wet already and began sliding the tip of one finger over myself, matching its tempo to that played by my tongue, tiny circles of pleasure that echoed the ones made on his cock.\n\nI was confident I could finish us quickly, if I started stroking as fast as I could. But I was enjoying the sensation of having a cock in my mouth, of him groaning under me, of touching myself, of the shudders he made as I worked. And once he finished, we'd be back to square one, with only a layer of awkwardness to flavour my boredom. I took my time.\n\nThe rain pattered down, tapping against leaves, drumming into hard dirt, splashing into puddles on the floor. My hand moved slowly, languid strokes designed to keep Fionn hard rather than to push him towards climax. I licked him, tasting his precum, enjoying the sensation of it on my tongue and shivering in self-made pleasure as I did. I'm not sure how long we spent, silent, almost unmoving, the heavens opening around us while we floated in a heaven of our own.\n\nAll good things must come to an end, and a low groan warned me this was no exception. I sped up in response, stroking him vigorously, making moans of my own to coax out his release. The hand on my head tangled in my hair, pushing me down, I let him, taking as much of him as I could while his load spurted into my mouth. I had been on the edge for so long that I had no trouble bringing myself to a climax a moment later, my body trembling with my orgasm as I tasted the warm fluid of his.\n\nI pulled myself off him, flopping onto my back and letting out a long sigh of satisfaction. Fionn leaned backwards, dropping to the floor next to me. We stared at the ceiling of the cave, and listened to the rain.\n\n“So…” he said.\n\n“What?”\n\n“You were bored.”\n\n“I was bored.”\n\n“Nothing else. No secret desires, no harboured affection, nothing like that?”\n\n“Absolutely not.”\n\n“No chance of doing that again?”\n\nI lay there for a moment, thinking. A crash of thunder echoed through the forest, and with it the downpour renewed it's fury. He wasn't my type. But I had had fun. And while I didn't want to change the wonderful dynamic I'd enjoyed with him over the past year, I did know how to turn situations to my advantage. *And* I *was* still bored.\n\n“Well,” I said. “That depends on how long this damn rain lasts, doesn't it?”"
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"content": "He shivered as the last drop of cum left his still rock hard dick. Breathing hard, he let himself drop onto the bed, careful not to squish her. \n\n\"Was it good for you?\" he asked, smiling at the blonde beneath him. \n\n\"You're on my leg,\" she protested. He gave her an apologetic smile and shifted just enough to let her wiggle free, a sensation that did little to help his erection subside. \n\nAshley turned herself over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand, giving him quite the view of her shapely ass. It jiggled as she played with the phone, and Mark began to feel himself thinking about round 2. \n\n\"Hey,\" he said, turning on the smoulder. \"I was thinking--\" but he was cut off by a raised index finger. Well, her fingers *were* flying over the phone screen. Missed text? He waited patiently. For a minute. When she showed no sign of stopping, he sat up in bed. \"Hey, what's more important, that phone or the guy who just made you see stars?\"\n\nAshley glanced up at him. \"Shh!\" she said. \"I'll just be a minute. Look, why don't you get yourself a beer from the fridge? Or there's an espresso maker next to the toaster.\" \n\n*Wow, shot down,* he thought. Well, nobody accused him of being *totally* blind. Maybe he hadn't been as good as he'd thought - but if so, she was a *very* convincing actress! He puzzled over it while he opened the fridge and peered inside. He grabbed the nearest bottle. \"Huh,\" he said admiringly. \"First girl I've met who drinks Ten Penny Ale.\" \n\n\"I like to support local businesses,\" came her faint reply. He started. *Did I say that out loud?* Then he smiled. Maybe she wasn't giving him the silent treatment after all. Well, another try at round 2 coming *right* up. He grabbed a second beer and looked around for the bottle opener. \"If you're looking for an opener, there's one hanging from a hook near the ladles.\" He looked over and saw she was right. He cracked the two bottles open and walked back into the bedroom with one in each hand.\n\nAshley was still tapping at her phone, but it seemed less frantic now. Mark held out the beer to her and she took it, absent-mindedly. \"Something happen at work?\" he asked.\n\nShe looked up. \"Hmm? Oh, no. Everything's perfectly salubrious.\"\n\nHe smiled. \"*Someone*'s been reading the word of the day calendar, am I right?\" She shrugged. Which would have been annoying, except that it made her breasts bounce up and down in a most *delightful* way. \n\nAn electronic beeping noise came from her phone. \"Ugh,\" she said with a sigh. \"I *hate* that.\" She slid the phone back onto the nightstand and turned back to him, glancing at him as she took a swig of beer.\n\n\"You gonna tell me what's going on? Or should we...let our bodies do the talking?\" he said, deliberately trying to get a laugh out of her. \n\nShe shrugged again. \"Nothing much. Thanks for being patient, and for a good time. It's rare to find guys who go down on me so enthusiastically. You must be a pretty nice guy.\" \n\nStrangely, Mark felt annoyed. \"I like to think so,\" he said. He glanced at her. \"If you didn't think so before, why'd you invite me back to your place?\"\n\nShe laughed, open and loud. \"I wasn't thinking with my *head*,\" she admitted, smiling at him. \"You're cute and I was dumb.\" The look on his face must have spoken volumes, because she immediately spoke up again. \"Oh, not that you took advantage of me. Almost the other way round, in fact.\" She stretched languidly, then smiled at him. \"I've done worse, believe me.\"\n\nHe laughed half-heartedly. \"Ooh, damned with faint praise.\" \n\nShe shrugged. \"You're easily in the top twenty percent, if that assuages your fragile ego.\"\n\nHe stared at her. \"You know, it's weird...I didn't think I'd drunk that much, but you really seem different from the club.\"\n\nShe snorted. \"No surprise there. I was in idiot mode again. But now I'm above average.\" She saw his raised eyebrow and shook her head, smiling. \"No, really! Check it out.\" She handed him her phone.\n\n*Congratulations! Your IQ is 114! Press 'share' to tell your friends on Facebook!*\n\n\"Nice,\" he agreed. Well, this was going nowhere. I guess it was time to bail after all.\n\n\"Eh, not really,\" said Ashley, shaking her head. \"I really need to aim for higher. 114 isn't *bad*, it's just not what I'm capable of, you know?\" \n\n\"I'm gonna level with you,\" said Mark. \"I have no clue what you mean anymore.\" He started looking around for his boxers. *I think she tossed them towards the door with her teeth*...\n\nShe sighed. \"Yeah, nobody does. Look, I... get messed up when I cum. It's like I wake up with a new brain each time.\" She made a face. \"It's frustrating when I wake up as a bimbo, but luckily it never seems to last long.\" She glanced at his cock. \"I wonder why?\" she asked with a smirk. *Dammit, that was on purpose!*\n\nMark decided he'd play along. \"Okay, so I reset you, huh? This is the real Ashley?\"\n\nShe shrugged. \"As real as any other.\" Mark sighed. *I don't have time for this.* But as he got up, Ashley reached over and put a hand on his shoulder. \"I'm sorry,\" she said. \"I know this is confusing. I'm not playing games - it's just a quirk of my biology. My IQ randomizes every time I have sex. 114 is...okay. All right. I hate it, really - it's not high enough to worth giving up sex, but too high to risk becoming a slut again. I don't expect you to believe me. You're welcome to leave, like all the others.\" She looked down, and her hair covered her eyes for a second before she brushed it away. \n\n\"I, um, usually offer a blowjob before guys leave,\" she mentioned casually. *Whoa, hello there!* Mark's cock started to twitch again. \"But in your case, I was thinking of something else.\" She smiled crookedly. \"You see... you were pretty good. And, um...I have an exam tomorrow.\"\n\nShe started crawling towards him on the bed, smiling. She rubbed up against him, her nipples grazing his chest, her lips resting on his earlobes. \"My personal best is 146,\" she breathed into his ear. \"Think you can keep trying until you beat the high score?\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You thought the sign was a joke. But, it really did say Shoplifters will be prostituted | [
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"content": "PART ONE:\n\nSarah stared. \"You're joking.\"\n\nThe guard didn't smile. \"I'm afraid not, miss.\" He tapped the sign with his baton.\n\nThe slender brunette rolled her eyes. \"That's *clearly* a misprint.\"\n\nThe guard raised one bushy eyebrow. \"Oh?\"\n\n\"Well, *duh*!\" she spat. She pointed one finger at it. \"It's supposed to say *prosecuted.* Like charged with shoplifting.\" \n\nThe guard raised both eyebrows this time, wrinkling his forehead. \"You *want* to get thrown in jail?\" He shrugged. \"A girl like you, her whole life ahead of her...it seems cruel to me.\"\n\n*Aha!* Sarah turned on her most winning smile, glancing up at him through her long eyelashes. \"It does, doesn't it? Over a teensy little bit of makeup? I *promise* I won't do it again!\" She bit her lip for added verisimilitude.\n\nThe guard laughed. \"Nice try,\" he said. \"But I'm a father myself, and I know that you've got to be *consistent*. When you say you'll do something, you follow through. You're not getting out of this one *that* easily.\"\n\nShe pouted. \"You could at least pretend.\" She sighed. \"So... you're really going to call the cops?\" \n\nThe guard smiled toothily through his beard. \"Oh, no! No, we have a different policy here.\" He tapped the sign again.\n\nSarah's eyes snapped to the sign, then back to him. He didn't *look* like he was waiting for her to laugh. \"You're not... are you *serious*?\" she asked, her eyes widening. \n\n\"As serious as a permanent charge on your record, miss.\"\n\n\"You want me to... have sex with you?\" she said slowly, hoping she'd misunderstood.\n\n\"Me? Oh, Lord, no!\" guffawed the guard. \"I'm a happily married man. Besides, the point is for you to pay the store back for your theft, and they already claw back enough of my paycheque.\" He shrugged. \"You'll just have to bring in a paying customer.\" He pointed to the back of the store, where a smiling young woman was waving to customers and giving out samples. Or was she? Sarah shook her head. *I can't believe I'm falling for this. Any second now he'll laugh, and I'll laugh, and we can forget this whole thing.* \n\nThe moment stretched on. *Oh, God. He's serious.* \"I'm not a whore,\" she said, hazel eyes flashing. \n\n\"Don't worry, you'll do fine,\" said the guard, smiling down benevolently at her. \"Everybody has to start somewhere.\" \n\nSarah glared up at him. \"I mean I'm not going to do it. You can't make me! It's against the *law*!\"\n\nThe guard nodded, unruffled. \"Oh, we're at *that* stage of things already?\" He shrugged. \"Do you really think the police in this town care? They're some of our best customers!\"\n\nSarah exploded. \"I'm serious! This is a fundamental violation of human rights! You'll be in *so* much trouble for this! I could just call 911!\"\n\nThe guard nodded. \"Well, why don't we?\" He reached for the phone on the desk.\n\nSarah froze. \"What?\" He dialed *9*, *1*, *1*... \"Wait!\" she squeaked. The guard glanced at her quizzically, holding the receiver to his ear. Her stomach did a *flip flop* inside her, and it felt like she was made of ice. \"I can't,\" she mumbled.\n\n\"Beg pardon?\" asked the guard, holding the receiver with one hand.\n\n\"I can't go back,\" she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. \"I've already got a record. There's a three strikes rule in this state. They told me it's five years if I get caught again.\"\n\n\"Seems a bit stupid to go around shoplifting then, if you don't mind me saying,\" said the guard with a smirk. He put the phone down in its cradle. She wanted to slap him hard enough to wipe that smirk off his face. But she couldn't. She was trapped, and they both knew it now. \n\n\"What...\" she swallowed, trying to get some saliva in her suddenly dry mouth. \"What would I have to do?\"\n\nThe guard shrugged. \"Well, that's up to you, isn't it? It's still a free country.\" He picked up a calculator. *Honest to God, a pocket calculator. Is his hobby collecting antiques?* He looked at the makeup piled on his desk and punched in some numbers. \"Eighty-six dollars and twenty two cents after tax,\" he announced at last. \"Expensive tastes you got there.\"\n\nShe smiled coldly. \"Beauty comes at a cost.\" \n\n\"It sure does,\" he said. \"Now, we add the shrinkage surtax to that, and we get--\"\n\n\"The *what*?\" she asked. \n\n\"Fancy word for shoplifting,\" explained the guard. \"We only catch 1 in 4, so we add a little extra as a deterrent. Otherwise you'd just pay the charges and not care about getting caught.\" He looked her up and down, taking in her threadbare clothes once more. \"Or mebbe not,\" he conceded. \"Still. Shrinkage surtax.\" He tapped the calculator again and showed it to her. *$129.33*\n\nHe smiled at her again, and it seemed weirdly kind - like a domineering, perverted Santa Claus. \"Do you have any idea of the going rate for prostitutes in this neighbourhood?\" he asked. She stared at him. \"I'll take that as a no.\" He shrugged. \"Well, college girl like yourself ought to do pretty well, especially once the factory down the road lets out in an hour. You've got yourself a couple of options: a handy'll get you 20, blowjobs run 40, and the real deal will give ya an even hundred. Or you can flash 'em for five bucks at a time - you'll got six hours until the mall closes.\" \n\nDespite herself, she was curious. \"What about anal?\" she asked. \n\n\"Two hundred,\" he said. \"So you only need to worry about that if you're feeling greedy.\" She snorted. \"Beyond that, you and your John can work it out between the two of you. Store takes a twenty percent cut.\" He held a hand up to forestall her angry outburst. \"Deterrent,\" he said. \n\n*It wasn't like she hadn't gone that far before.* She felt herself surrender. \"When do I get started?\"\n\nThe guard beamed at her. \"That's a good girl,\" he said approvingly. He picked up what looked like an ankle bracelet. \"Just put this on and you can get started now, if you like.\" It was too bulky to be jewelry, so what--oh. \"Ankle monitor,\" he confirmed. \"De--\"\n\n\"Deterrent, I know,\" she said with a sigh, grabbing it and slipping it on. He tightened the straps, tugging at it to make sure it couldn't come off."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A massuage parlor establishment where mino-cow women can go to be milked by a pro. A young businesswoman heads there after a long day | [
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"content": "Tiffany rolled her shoulders, her huge breasts shifting inside of her tightly-stretched white, sleeveless blouse, the outline of her overstuffed bra clearly visible, her milk-filled tits clearly swelling out of their lacy confinement. The cow-girl knew that she should have milked herself over lunch, but she’d been too eager to impress the management at her new job. She hadn’t expected to get such a well-paid internship right out of business school. She also kept thinking about the “Sweet Creamery” just a block from the office, a special spa where girls could go for a deep, thorough, professional *milking*. They were even supposed to specialize in milking holstaurus like her. She’d been insatiably curious about it since she’d seen it, but she’d never felt like she could justify going, never being more than half “full” when she was leaving work. Now though, her breasts were so achingly bloated with milk, so absolutely stuffed with cream, that she couldn’t justify *not* going. She’d practically leapt up from her desk, as soon as the clock struck five. Her breasts bobbed heavily, practically sloshing with milk, as her hooves clicked along the floor, her tail swishing tightly behind her, as she strode out the door.\n\nThe Sweet Creamery was a cozy and clean cross between a spa and an ice cream shop, with warm lighting and smooth wood paneling. The aromas of ice cream and cookies, intermingled with warm vanilla and herbal oils wafted into Tiffany’s nose as soon as she entered, setting her instantly at ease. There was one catgirl behind the ice cream counter and another sitting on a bench near a hall of private rooms. The sitting catgirl peered up through the blunt bangs of her long, dark hair, her full-lipped mouth breaking into a broad smile and her white-tipped ears perking up. She hopped lightly toward Tiffany, extending a hand. “Hi! I’m Jade!” she said, her bright, green eyes sparkling. Being quite petite, her head was at eye level with Tiffany’s bust. She inhaled a long breath though her nose, closing her eyes and practically humming to herself with anticipation. “And *you’re* here for a milking!”\n\n“I… I am...” Tiffany took Jade’s hand. The catgirl’s caramel skin was smooth and soft.\n\n“Mmmmm… come on back. You look like you’re ready to burst out of your bra! We’ll get you set up!” Jade held onto her hand, as she turned toward the hall of doors, her black tail swishing energetically behind her.\n\nTiffany followed along, buoyed by the catgirl’s clear enthusiasm. Just around a corner, she came to a set of doors. Jade led her through one, only to reveal a deluxe milking suite outfitted with all manner of pumps and cozy custom furniture.\n\nJade eased Tiffany over toward a massage table, backing her up and starting to paw at the cow-girl’s shirt. “How do you want to be milked?” she asked, casually, as her skilled fingers deftly undid over stressed buttons.\n\nTiffany was already starting to blush, not least of all because of the closeness of the smaller girl presently undressing her. “I mean… your pumps look really nice… but I have pumps at home. I don’t know… I kind of wish you could use your mouth...”\n\nJade paused. She licked her lips. And she looked up at Tiffany with a subtle gleam in her eyes. “We normally make girls build up some credits first… but… actually, I can.” She wiggled in place, practically squirming in anticipation, as her eyes roamed over the cowgirl’s bust, encased in the overpacked bra.\n\nTiffany’s breasts were tightly swollen with milk, bulging out of the cups of her bra and even peaking out beneath them, the fabric stretched taut. Jade reached up to the center clasp of the sturdy, cowgirl-tailored undergarment, and she pressed hard. The clasp was under so much strain that it was almost locked in place, and it took more than a moment for even the skilled catgirl to force it to release.\n\nTiffany’s bra let out a loud POP as it practically exploded apart, its two halves leaping in opposite directions, as her immense breasts surged free, bouncing heavily, as they settled onto her chest. Either of her milk-filled udders was at least half again the size of her head. Blue veins were faintly visible beneath the surface of her creamy-white skin, and each of her breasts was capped with a stiff nipple the size and color of a fresh strawberry.\n\nJade brought both of her small hands to either side of Tiffany’s swollen left breast, her fingers lightly tracing the surface of the cowgirl’s skin. Tiffany’s breast was weighty in her hands, heavily laden with milk. The petite catgirl slowly brought her mouth toward the nipple, and Tiffany palpably shuddered in anticipation, as she felt the other girls breath caress her skin. Sighing, herself, Jade slowly brought her small, pink tongue to her client’s achingly stiff bud for a soft, gentle lick.\n\nTiffany had already been on the verge of leaking, and her milk started to flow almost instantly, as soon as Jade’s tongue had touched her. The flow was surprisingly quick, especially as Jade had started to gently squeeze her breast, as she licked at it. The catgirl latched on, her plump, soft lips forming a seal around Tiffany’s teat, and she began to gulp down the torrent of rich cream.\n\nBeing suckled felt amazing, and Tiffany moaned in pleasure, feeling a warmth spread throughout her body and waves of relaxation take over her. Jade licking and sucking on her nipple was also peaking her arousal, and she could feel herself starting to get hornier by the moment, her libido already having been awakened by the closeness of the situation and the intimate contact. She sighed in bliss, as she felt the pressure in her breast begin to lessen, and she almost automatically started to relax backward onto the table.\n\nJade followed with her, climbing atop the cowgirl, as she bore her down onto the soft, padded table. The catgirl lay atop her client, ardently nursing, her face buried against Tiffany’s swollen breast. Their bodies pressed together, the curvy cowgirl totally topless and the catgirl’s midriff exposed by her small, cropped, knit halter top. Tiffany started to writhe and shift underneath Jade, the catgirl’s tongue and the groping and massaging of her breast driving her toward ecstasy. Jade simply giggled and continued, squeezing and gulping more milk out of the helplessly aroused blonde beneath her, stimulating her even more with her tongue. Tiffany arched her back, thrusting her breasts up and overwhelming the other girls head, moaning out loud in bliss and relief, truly getting expert treatment. Her thighs spread and her legs instinctively started to twine around the petite kitten, her sex even starting to heat up, as she got hotter and hotter. An orgasm rocked through Tiffany, her whole body spasming, as pure pleasure cascaded from her breasts. Jade suckled, groped, and massaged her, nuzzling into her breast, as she drank and drank, driving her orgasm higher and deeper than she would have thought possible from mere milking. She went boneless on the table, cooing and shuddering in the aftershocks of a massive climax, as Jade nursed more of her milk.\n\nShe was in heaven, her orgasm only ebbing off as her milk did. Soon enough though, the process started all over again, as Jade seamlessly switched to her right breast, driving her to the heights of pleasure once again, another massive climax claiming her body.\n\nWhen Tiffany’s breasts were finally empty, they were soft and jiggly, still massive at merely the size of her head, rather than larger than it, and she lay back on the table completely overwhelmed by the depths of pleasure she had endured. Jade lay atop her, her own tummy round with the cowgirl’s rich, creamy milk. The two girls lay together for a time, before Jade disentangled herself from her client’s long legs. She went across the room, to a fridge, and came back with a large milkshake. Helping Tiffany to sit up, she brought the shake to her lips. “Here, drink this down,” she said, pressing the glass to her lips.\n\nTiffany hummed her assent and did as she was asked, the cool, creamy shake flowing down her throat, as Jade tipped up the glass. It tasted of vanilla and sweet spices, with an undercurrent that she couldn’t place. There was quite a lot of it, and she felt it fill her belly tight, as she swallowed the creamy mixture that the catgirl seemed eager to pour into her.\n\n“It’s a milk booster! It helps to promote healthy lactation, and it even boosts milk quality! Not that you really need any help with that bit..” Jade said, licking her lips. “Normally, sessions don’t really cost anything… if there’s milk to sell. You can just come in tomorrow though, maybe in the morning! The pumps aren’t *quite* as good as my mouth, but I guarantee you’ll love them!”\n\nTiffany could swear that she could already feel her breasts tingling. A blush passed over her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Mmm… to come here… I could set my alarm a little earlier.”\n\n\\_\\_\\_\n\nComments and feedback welcome"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everytime he cums he possess the body of whoever he thinks about, the only way out is to cum again | [
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"content": "*So close, I'm so close.* Tommy laid in his bed, working his dick over and over again. He'd found a hot fucking video on PornHub. A stepsister and brother, fucking doggy-style in the kitchen while their parents watched tv in the next room. It was always fun when he possessed a porn star, because he usually got to have sex right after. He felt the pull at the base of his spine. \"Oh yeah,\" he couldn't himself quiet, \"that's right, here we go-\"\n\n​\n\nThe door shot open. \"Tommy have you seen- OH MY GOD!\" His step-sister Sarah stood in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth open as Tommy fired rope after rope of hot cum on his belly and chest.\n\n​\n\nFrom the doorway, Tommy looked at his naked body, sticky with semen. \"Oh no.\" He stepped inside his bedroom and shut the door. Sarah had walked in right as he came, which meant one thing. He looked down at Sarah's large breasts. Yep, he was in his sister's body. Which meant he was going to have to make his sister cum if he wanted to return to his own body.\n\n​\n\n\"It's okay, I can do this. I've been a girl before, how different can it be?\" He reached back, unsnapped his bra, and removed his shirt. Tenderly, he drew his fingers around the slope of her tits. Her nipples pebbled as he drew closer to the peaks. He took one between his thumb and finger and squeezed, slowly increasing the pressure until a mix of pain and heaven jolted through his abdomen straight to his clit. *So Sarah likes her nipples pinched. Hard.* He felt her arousal slick on her thighs, felt the ache in her core. \"Okay, let's get this over with.\"\n\n​\n\nHe sat down on the bed and pulled off Sarah's shorts and panties. He ran his fingers over her toned stomach, down her hairless crotch, and between her slick folds. His breath rattled as he found her clit and began swirling around the little bud. Was this wrong? He'd been in a number of bodies before; porn stars, celebrities (no one believed him when he leaked Game of Thrones season 8 after possessing Emilia Clarke), even school friends. But doing this with his step-sister's body seemed different than all the other times, more personal. It didn't help that his body was still here. He looked over at himself, lying on his back, unmoving.\n\n​\n\n*I should fuck him.* The idea whispered deep in the back of his mind. Was it his own, or was it Sarah's? He sometimes heard residual thoughts of those he possessed, but he never knew if it was actually their intentions or his own. *Look at what a thick dick he has. It would feel so good inside me.* Instinctively, he glanced at the door. Their parents were gone for the weekend, but he'd already been caught once today. The threat of them walking in to find something much worse than him masturbating still seemed like a possibility. Gingerly, he reached over and ran his finger over up his length. The flesh jumped at the touch, growing hard again. Okay, so this could work. He continued playing with it, touching and teasing it in all the ways he knew he liked, until it was stiff against his stomach.\n\n​\n\nTommy straddled his body and gripped his cock. He was already so wet, he didn't think he would have any trouble sliding in. He dragged the head down to his opening and eased himself onto it. Relief swelled in him. He had needed this touch, this stretch, this burn of being penetrated. He leaned down and placed his hands on the chest of his body, angling so that his cock hit him just in the right spot. He rocked his hips back and forth. Oh, that's what he needed. His gasps filled the room as he grinded down on himself, every little motion sending another wave of pleasure through him. Heat built up in his middle. He was so close, he just needed a little something extra to push him over. A little extra push. He reached up and twisted his nipple with as much torque as he could stand. The explosion ripped through his body, down to his toes and up to his eyelids.\n\n​\n\nWarm heat surrounded his cock as Sarah came on top of him, moans and curses filling the bedroom. She looked at him through heavy lidded eyes, her orgasm pulsing around him, rhythmically squeezing and releasing his erection. Tommy laid there, unsure what to do next. He was inside his sister and she was aware of this. Sarah's body shuddered and she placed her hands on his chest for support. \"When do Dad and your Mom get back?\"\n\n​\n\n\"I, I don't know,\" Tommy stammered, \"not until late Sunday I think.\"\n\n​\n\n\"Good.\" Sarah glided her hips forward, giving Tommy his own wave of pleasure. \"I know what we're going to do the rest of the day.\"\n\n​\n\n**Comments and feedback appreciated!**"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Your Princess is in another castle. With a lot of guys. Jesus, that's a lot of guys. | [
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"content": "“YoUr PrInCeSs Is In AnOtHeR CaStLe” I mocked the talking toadstool as I stood in the doorway of the “other castle”. The whorish moans of a familiar voice along with too many others echoed in the stone hallways down to the entrance. There were about twelve other knights and farmers and groundskeepers standing around at the bottom of the stairs, all talking and laughing and stoking their cocks. “Wh-what are y’all standing around with your dicks out for?” I asked, trying to push through the crowd. \n\n“Ay, yinnow they whore of te kingdom is up tere gettin er holes destroyed!” One knight said, laughing. “Waittin’ our turns, we are!”\n\n“Ohkay. Well. I need to go rescue the princess, so, have fun I guess?” I tried to push past the group but they held me back again. \n\n“Ooohhhh we got a suiter ere! She ya girlfriend? Es take em up to see his girlfriend!” The knight, and several others, grabbed me by the armor and clothing, pushing and dragging me up the spiral stairs until we got to a huge wooden door. They kicked it open and threw me to the ground. It would have made a ‘splat’ sound if it weren’t for the armor. As I looked up I saw my Princess in the middle of ten men, with more coming up the stairs and filling the room. ‘Jesus, that’s a lot of guys,’ I thought. \n\nShe hand a man under her fucking her ass, another man on top of her fucking her red used pussy, and another between them with his long cock in her ass. She was jerking two men but switching between them and two others while three men stood over her, taking turn in her throat. When they pulled out she smiled and moaned and laughed before another cock filled her mouth. Cum ran down her cheeks and dropped off her chin to her prefect tits as they bounced around. The man on top pulled out of her, cum poured out of her gaping pussy as another man slid into place and rammed himself inside her. \n\nI tried to yell out but the people that brought me up stepped on me and started ripping my armor off. I tried to fight but there were too many. It was a few minutes of awkward elbowing and shallow punches, but eventually I was stripped naked and dragged to a wall. They set me on the ground and tied my hands above my head. “Les get our dicks wet, ey men?” The knight said before grabbing my face and shoving his cock into my mouth. He didn’t seem to care that he was scraping his cock along my teeth, he just started fucking my face, mercilessly. I don’t think she saw me, or if she did she didn’t care. I could hear them men’s moans as they came in her holes over and over, her moaning as a new cock moved from her ass to her mouth. Soon my throat was filled with a sweet, bitter, milky cum and the knight pulled his cock out. I tried to spit but he grabbed my mouth and forced a swallow. Another guard came up and soon my face was being fucked by a line of men before they moved to my Princess. \n\nAn hour later they got bored of me as I was and they brought wig and makeup. They put lacy panties and a bra on me. They flipped me over to my knees and pulled aside the nice underwear and jammed their cock into my ass. “Moan, whore!” The man in me demanded, I moaned. \n\nThe sun set and less people were crowding the room. Eventually the last cock came on my back and moved to Princess. I was able to catch my breath, my ass ached and I’d been hard the entire time. I’d cum several times from their rough fucking and my moaning had become real. I felt strange and full and used and dirty but satisfied. \n\nThe sounds faded and Princess was laying on the bed, motionless, glistening with sweat and spit and cum. “I didn’t think you’d find me.” She finally said. Her voice split the blackness of the night that had settled in. “I wanted to be left alone. I wanted to be left to this. This is who I want to be.”\n\n“Me too.” I replied. “ I didn’t know it until just now.” \n\nI was eventually moved to my own section of the castle. I was given women’s clothes and used like they used Princess. Day in and day out, entire Kingdoms of men would visit this castle and use the two Princesses. One with three holes, one with a cock."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You have the ability to give any person an instant orgasm, just by pointing a finger gun at them and saying "pew". | [
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"content": "\"EVERYONE ON THE GROUND! GET ON THE GROUND!\" A masked man waved his gun around and you better believe I got on the ground.\n\nThe guard, Bill, was an old man that was probably going to retire soon, didn't. At least not fast enough for one of the gunmen. A burst of fire sent him spiraling. One of the gunmen cursed, but it made everyone stay down.\n\nThe shooter approached the counter and I heard the woman behind it scream. One of the others was shouting. The last gunman turned around. Leaving none watching me. Perfect.\n\nI pointed at the gunman nearest the door, \"Pewpewpewpewpew.\" The words spilled past my lips in a whisper. A second later the man stiffened, a smile surely crossing his lips for about a second... before his body forced another orgasm, then another, then another two for good measure. \n\nRefractory period? Nope. Not a chance. His body was trying and failing to spill some seed. He managed to stand for a few seconds, the gun spilling from his hand as he grabbed his crotch and moaned before falling to the ground.\n\nThe other gunman in the lobby whirled, \"Frank?\"\n\n\"Pewpewpewpewpew.\" I spoke mercilessly, watching the look on his face shift to absolute torture before he fell to the floor.\n\nThe last gunman rose above the counter, gun to Andrea's head. He looked frantic, scanning for cops who hadn't even arrived yet. \"What the fuck is going on?\" He roared, and his gun moved from her temple. She was still in the way... but it was my best shot, \"Pewpewpewpewpew...\" Her body rocked and her legs buckled beneath her as she gasped, but he was still holding her and now he was turning! I kept it up, saying the word rapidfire. \"Pewpewpewpewpew...\" Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell limp, slipping through his grasp as be turned, his gun swinging towards me... but I hadn't stopped speaking.\n\nHis eyes bulged, a croak welling up from his throat. Fuck refractory periods. I think I hit him with ten or so 'shots' before he tipped over backwards.\n\nI started pointing and shouting, not pews but orders, grabbing the downed gunmen and checking on Bill who was groaning so at least he was still alive. I hoped he'd survive, but I was busy running to Andrea. She was still shuddering, coming down from who knows how many rapid fire orgasms. I propped her up and her eyes opened groggily to see me looking down at her. She lurched up and kissed me, tongue slipping between my lips as she wrapped her arms around me. \n\nShe was still shivering, whether from the after effect, panic, or withdrawal as the adrenaline rush wore off I couldn't tell. She finally relented and slumped down in my arms, \"Sam, you gotta warn a girl when you do that!\"\n\nI shrugged, \"I figured you'd prefer me shooting you to him.\"\n\nShe gave me a look before glancing around, \"When we get home tonight, I'm going to show you just how I felt.\" She blushed, \"And if I can't, you'll be seeing how many times you can shoot yourself before you drop like one of them.\"\n\n\"Oh, I can handle a lot more than them,\" I smirked, and pulled her close, \"I don't have a refractory period.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A strange world exists where the gender roles are reversed. The women are on average, taller, stronger, more confident, assertive, and take the initiative instead of men. | [
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"content": "Contains: >!feet, public play!<\n***\nAnneke folded her arms and squinted, her eyes like narrow blue slits. Sitting in the diner booth, half a head taller than the man behind her, she looked effortlessly imposing. The vapor wafting from her large breakfast formed a semi-opaque barrier between her and her boyfriend, like a low budget science fiction force-field, shimmering in the morning light. The effect only amplified the notion in Greg's mind, but she was not convinced. \"That sounds stupid.\"\n\n\"Hear me out, okay?\" he insisted, stabbing a link of sausage. \"On *this* planet, women are stronger, culturally more assertive, and more confident than their men. It's a fun sexy time for everyone. Who wouldn't want to read that?\"\n\n\"So, an Amazon culture,\" she said dismissively. \"It's been done and it's tacky in its oversimplification of gender roles. How do you think women who read this will feel, being reduced to men with different genitalia?\"\n\nGreg hesitated as she swept back her blond, Dutch hair, revealing her pronounced cheekbones. \"It's… it's not going to be like that. Not like dudes with tits and pussies. I was going to make it deeper, the society wasn't just going to be patriarchy with a letter replaced.\"\n\n\"Oh? Do tell.\" \n\n\"Okay for one thing, the intrinsic goals of society would be based on-\" He stopped when Anneke's sock covered foot gently pressed into his crotch. Dropping the fork, he stared at her as his cock stiffened in his pants. Years of minor league soccer had given her an unbelievably talented foot. \"The society…\" \n\nShe twiddled her toes over the length of the shaft, growing inside one pant leg. \"The not-at-all Amazonian society.\" \n\nGreg only tried to regain composure because he knew she liked it when he was flustered. If he had his druthers, he would have unzipped his pants the minute they were seated. Across the table, Anneke gave a languid smile clearly enjoying his torment. The feeling was mutual. As he began to breathe harder, squirming in his seat, he spread his legs and slumped into her playful toes. \n\n\"There's no scarcity on the planet, so there's no drive to hoard and protect resources,\" he stammered. \"No fights over land or food. So the only things that are really desirable are men.\" Greg could feel his pre-cum leaking against his thigh, collecting at the hem of his boxer briefs. Hands pointed under the table, he pleaded with his eyes, and Anneke rolled her finger in approval. The sock was removed and placed next to him. With one hand, he caressed the arch of her foot, circling her ankle before unzipping his pants to let her in. Cock fed through the flap of his underwear and sandwiched between his hand and her toes, they worked together to stroke his sticky shaft. Her toe wiggled under his tip and he stifled a groan with a slice of buttered toast.\n\nShe leaned forward, over her platter, giving him a deeper look at her cleavage. \"Tell me more about your desirable men.\" Before he could speak, she clutched under the bell of his cock with her two big toes, pulses of electricity racing up and down his body. \"Are they like you?\"\n\n\"A little self-insert would be unavoidable,\" he grunted, reaching the point of no return. Cupping her toes over his cock with both hands, the spurts of cum shot between them. His eyes twitched, overcome with pleasure as the volcano erupted under the table. When it was done, he retrieved the sock and placed it back on, spreading his cum around inside, just as she liked it.\n\nAnneke sighed. \"I guess I don't understand why this has to be set in a strange world. Seems pretty normal to have sex-positive women to me.\"\n\nGrabbing his sausage link again, Greg nodded. \"You know, I think you're right.\"\n\n***\nComments and feedback are welcome."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You and your best friend have been flirting for some time now but they always bail before hooking up. Until one day they drag you their room and reveal the truth: they're secretly a dragon but are too aroused to maintain the illusion any longer and it's your fault and you better be ready fix it | [
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"content": "Khasan had wondered for some time about where their relationship had gone wrong over the past couple of years.\n\nNow as he spent what he thought were his last moments of life, clawing at the door to the hallway in a frantic bid to escape certain death; he knew exactly what it was that had soured their time together.\n\nSmoke wafted to his face, hot breath rolling over his shoulder as he fumbled to push open a door that he knew he actually had to pull. It would only be a matter of seconds before she burned him alive. Cooked him like a fattened pig led to slaughter. She would... She'd...\n\nKhasan wasn't dead. The heat had dissipated now, and he found himself unsure of her location in the room.\n\n\"Sera?\" He cautiously checked, as he managed to remember to pull the door open instead of shoving it.\n\nSera, well, at least he thought it was Sera, simply sat on the other end of the now singed mattress. The blinds had melted to the window, and she'd ashed the smoke alarm that hung on the wall.\n\nShe was not the woman he'd known for so long. Even sitting, she loomed over his own height. Blue and teal scales coated a muscular frame, her wings tucked neatly behind her. She didn't move as he crept up to her to get a better look at her. The tail she carried was what got him. It swept up to mush him into the wall from the mattress, before letting him fall back to land on the floor under her gaze.\n\n\"Sera, please!\" Khasan began to panic, \"Don't hurt me!\"\n\nSera listened to his panicked whimpering as she gritted the daggers she called teeth. She wouldn't even have to move really. Just simply push a foot and Khasan into the floor, and make a nice people pasta right then and there.\n\nBut she relented.\n\n\"Go ahead, Kaz.\" Sera sighed finally, \"You can leave.\"\n\nHe slowly sat up in place, quietly getting himself into a ball against the wall. His eyes met hers, the piercing gaze meeting his expectantly in return.\n\n\"It is you.\" Khasan reacted. \"What... What happened to you?\"\n\nAmple breasts heaved with a deep breath that seemed to draw all oxygen from the room itself. The darkened nipples threatening to take his attention for a split second, before he ignored them.\n\n\"Nothing.\" Sera answered shortly, her gaze softening.\n\n\"Uhh... Don't take this the wrong way Sera. B-but I need more to go on than that.\"\n\n\"This is what I really look like.\" Sera explained, her voice shrinking from a raspy growl down to the voice he recognized. \"This is really who I am.\"\n\n\"-A dragon?\" Khasan asked.\n\nHe'd always heard the absurd legends and stories from one's childhood. Of dragons and knights and fairies, and the usual fantastical nonsense one would read in a typical fantasy novel. You know, a lie; albeit a very well written one.\n\n\"Yes.\" She hissed.\n\n\"You're a dragon.\"\n\n\"I really don't know how this is so hard for you to understand.\" Sera replied.\n\nHe'd seen scales around her house before. Random little bits of 'snakeskin' around corners. She'd mentioned early on of her pet ball python. But Kaz never saw Paco except for when he was lounging in his tank in the front room.\n\n\"I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you.\" Sera continued. \"I didn't know how you'd react.\"\n\nNeon lights blinked at them from the liquor store down the hill, through the seared glass of the window. A certain, slightly tangy, scent reached his nose. While she didn't wish to expose her needs, he caught her as she played with herself softly, having pushed the remnants of her shorts aside.\n\n\"Sera??\" He reacted at this.\n\n\"Sorry, Kaz.\" She breathed hotly, \"I can't help it.\"\n\nShe eyed him hungrily as she used her other hand to brush his chest. To his alarm, some sort of script lit on his body, it glowed brightly before dimming.\n\n\"What have you done?\"\n\n\"It's not me. It's you.\" She dripped. \"A mage. My own personal mage. Because of you, I'm in heat.\"\n\n\"Oh?\" He reacted as she continued fingering herself. A part of him arose now, partly out of fear, but also out of arousal. The bizarre scene had stirred something in him, and whatever she'd done to him, definitely didn't help.\n\n\"Kaz. Tell me.\" She offered. \"You've heard of slaying a dragon. But do you think you could *lay* one instead??\"\n\n---\n\nPart 2 coming soon."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Everyone had their own niche, what they liked to do for their housemates... Fixing things, cleaning up, etc... She mostly handled "stress relief". | [
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"content": " \"You're home early,\" a voice shouted from the other room as I closed the apartment door behind me.\n\n\"It's almost midnight,\" I shouted back while kicking off my shoes and walking towards the voice, \"I don't call that early.\"\n\nI rounded the corner to the living room where I could see her lounging on the couch. Her long dark hair was pinned up in a messy bun, and she wore a yellow T-Shirt that was so large on her, it fell off of one of her shoulders. If she was wearing shorts, the shirt was long enough to obscure them, though it wouldn't shock me if she wasn't. Her philosophy seemed to be that it was her house, regardless of who she shared it with, and she should dress how she likes. I certainly didn't see reason to object.\n\nI crossed the room towards the couch, and she turned her head away from the TV to watch me as I did. \"It's a Tinder date, you're not supposed to come home until tomorrow,\" Caroline said, lowering her voice to a more reasonable volume. Teasing me about my sex-life, or lack thereof, was a pass-time of hers.\n\n\"I'm very rarely that successful,\" I said, sitting down on the end of the couch nearest to her feet. \"Though I will admit I really was hoping to get laid tonight.\"\n\n\"Me too,\" she said. I was suddenly worried to be intruding. She looked so ready for bed, did she really still have plans for the night?\n\n\"Oh, sorry, are you having a guy over? I can go hang at a bar for a little while. l didn't realize you had plans.\"\n\nWe had been friends forever, and we didn't keep secrets, so we certainly didn't hide our sex lives from each other. But it was still more comfortable for all involved if I found somewhere else to be while the deed was being done.\n\n\"No silly, I was hoping you would get laid tonight,\" she said, as if that had been obvious.\n\n\"Oh,\" I said, a little confused but relieved that I didn't have to go back out. \"Why?\"\n\nShe shrugged. \"I like having the apartment to myself,\" she said, \"I get to sleep late, and be a slob, and Postmates some shitty fast food for breakfast.\"\n\n\"You can do that when I'm here too, you know.\"\n\n\"I know. But why would I? Your cooking is better, and lord knows what I would do if I didn't have you to clean up after me. I'm very grateful for everything you do around here. But it's refreshing to do things my way every once and a while.\"\n\n\"I guess that makes sense,\" I said, using the universal code for \"I definitely don't understand that, but live your truth.\"\n\n\"Plus you get grouchy,\" she said. \n\n\"What?\" I asked, now really not knowing what she was talking about.\n\n\"You know, when it's been a long time. You get testier. Your fuse is shorter.\"\n\nI looked away from the TV and over at my housemate, now genuinely worried that I'd been mistreating her due to my sexual frustration. But her tone of voice and her still completely relaxed posture indicated that she wasn't that upset about it. In fact, she still hadn't looked away from the TV. She was just making conversation.\n\n\"Huh,\" I said, \"I hadn't noticed that.\"\n\nWe were both quiet for a moment, letting the noise of the television fill the room. Then she finally turned towards me.\n\n\"How long has it been?\" She asked. Her green eyes twinkled with mischief, and I could sense a ribbing coming my way. \n\n\"I dunno, when did Julia move away?\"\n\n\"A year and a half ago!?\" she said, apparently shocked by that length of time. Then the implication sunk in and she was suddenly shocked again. \"You were having sex with Julia!? Why am I only finding out about this now?\"\n\nJulia was a mutual friend of ours from college who had gotten a job on the west coast. \n\nI shrugged. \"It wasn't serious. We thought making a big deal out of it would just make things weird in the group, so we kept it to ourselves.\"\n\n\"Damn.\" Caroline said, \"You're a lucky man. Julia was seriously hot.\"\n\nI nodded sagely.\n\n\"I didn't think you would be into the friends with benefits thing,\" she added. She was doing her best to sound like she was just trying to fill the silence, but she wasn't a very good actor. She was getting at something, though I hadn't figured out what yet.\n\n\"Why not?\" I asked taking the bait.\n\n\"Well, we've lived together for how many years now?\" she asked. She paused, as if arguing with herself about whether or not to go on. \"All I'm saying is, I'm pretty hot.\"\n\n\"And modest too,\" I joked. She barely seemed to notice that I'd spoken.\n\n\"And I don't exactly dress conservatively around here. And, well, I would think that a guy who was interested in that sort of arrangement would have asked by now.\"\n\nI looked over at her, suddenly seeing her in a different light. The legs that stretched out towards me seemed to go on for days, and toned thighs tantalizingly disappeared under the hem of her shirt. It wasn't that I didn't think she was hot, or that I hadn't fantasized about her in the past. It had just never occurred to me that should could possibly feel the same way. It was occurring to me now.\n\n\"So you're saying,\" I said, taking a moment to choose my words carefully, \"that you would expect me to want to have sex with you?\" \n\nThe tension in the room was palpable. She crossed her legs, drawing my attention once again to how soft and smooth her skin looked. I knew she caught me looking, and she smiled coyly. \n\n\"Don't you?\" she asked. A simple question, but one that carried so much weight. I was at a loss for words, suddenly struggling to control my racing imagination. As it turns out, i didn't need to respond. She swung her feet to the ground and scooted along the couch towards me, until she was sitting right next to me. And then closer, close enough that her hair was brushing against my face and the scent of her shampoo filled my nose. Close enough that our legs touched, and her hand was on my knee. \n\n\"You do so much for me around here,\" she said in a low voice, now practically whispering in my ear. \"The cooking and the cleaning, it's all so nice. I'd just like to repay the favor is all, and I can think of at least one of your problems that I am very good at solving.\"\n\nHer hand moved up my thigh. The fight to control my erection was lost then, and I'm sure that the outline of my cock was lewdly visible through my jeans. I didn't care. Her hand moved further up, first brushing lightly over my bulge, then, finding what she was looking for, beginning to stroke. \n\n\"Won't you let me relieve some of that stress?\" she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.\n\n\"Hell yes!\" I said, finally finding words that seemed appropriate.\n\n(Cont'd)"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: You didn't expect this "fetish shop" to literally be a shop that sells fetishes... | [
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"content": "You'd passed by this shop a fair few times now. 'Fantasy Fetishes'. \nThe first time you passed it, it was, honestly, kind of unnerving. Even with your interest in kink, you were anxious about approaching the subject, going into a sex shop, what other people would think... \n&nbsp; \nBut, it's been a while. You've read about BDSM, talked to people online, even found a few friends in real life who you're comfortable chatting about your fetishes to. The world of kink isn't the dark, intimidating place it was before. \nBesides...you recognise that tune. The one playing in the store, you can faintly hear it out the front. Anyone who has the same taste in songs as you can't be all bad. \n&nbsp; \nSo, you headed in. \n&nbsp; \n...You weren't expecting this. You were expecting a fairly small store, just a cozy place with knick-knacks everywhere, a mix of fluffy handcuffs, other chintzy gear, and maybe a few fancy dildos. \nThis is more like...some mass-market clothing store. Bright lights, big walkways, entire shelves dedicated to dozens of brands, changing rooms in the back...they let you try-before-you-buy in here? \n&nbsp; \nYou're not sure if you're ready to buy anything yet, but your heart flutters as you walk through the store...shelves with ropes, shelves with cuffs and chains, shelves with hoods, shelves with chastity cages and belts, even animal cages and padded cells on display. \n&nbsp; \n'Motivators'. \nThat's the sign above this section; you're not sure what it means. But these shelves are filled with a mishmash of things, masks, collars, cuffs, even some ordinary things like (skimpy) clothes and jewelry. \nCurious, you pick up a dog-shaped mask from the shelf. It's even in plastic packaging like you'd expect from a toy shop. Just the packaging, the mask itself looks like it's made of...you're not sure. \nYou read the blurb on the back. Is blurb the right word? \n*Dynamic Dog Hood: Down, boy! Eager to give your master or mistress a different kind of puppy love? With this mask you'll never want to walk on two feet again!* \nIt goes on like that for a while. Strange, it seems to put a lot of emphasis on what you'll want to do while wearing the mask. \n&nbsp; \nYou pick up something else. A ...'Claustrophile Collar'. \n*Can't stay in a cage? Going crazy in a padded cell? Use Claustrophile Collar to ease your fears! You'll want to be stored away for days!* \nHow can a collar do that? You have a look at something else. It's the same. Everything in this 'Motivators' section, according to their packaging...they're wearables that give you unabashed fetishes. \n&nbsp; \nThe notion of having one of these (and they don't look too expensive), the idea of...being hypnotized, perhaps, having your mind changed to docilely...no, eagerly endure lengthy sessions of even the most extreme fetishes... \n&nbsp; \nYou're pretty sure you're a little bit wet now. This section of Fantasy Fetishes definitely has your attention. \nYou reach out to take another 'Motivator' to look at..."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Thicc thighs not only save lives, they also end careers. | [
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"content": "Sarah entered the cramped office and took a seat. She knew what this was about. The chair was a cruel reminder of her predicament. As she sat, she spilled over the sides of the plastic seat. She had had to customise her uniform trousers by cutting them at the seams and adding cloth. In their standard size they weren't... thicc enough.\n\n \"Sarah... I think you know why you're here.\" \"Because I'm a woman.\" The Major sighed. \"You won't get away with that this time Sarah, Brianna and Sol both passed that test.\" \"I wasn't allowed to even take it! The cockpit wasn't designed to accommodate people with my body type! This is discrimination!\" She jiggled as she protested her dismissal, her thighs had spread out under the influence of gravity. \n\n\"Sarah, listen. You were given the opportunity to take the test but you... well you didn't fit, did you? You just aren't built to fit in a space capsule.\" \"They're not built to fit me!\" \"We can't account for everything Sarah you have-\" He paused to speak directly into the recorder lying on his desk. \"I would like to take this moment to state for the record that though some of my following comments may appear salacious, they are purely for the purposes of dealing with a genuine issue.\" He looked back up at her. \"This is prime lawsuit territory. Now where was I?\" \"I have...\" \"Right. Sarah, you have an exceptional body, there was just no way to account for someone with your proportions.\" \n\nShe wept and as she did so her flat chest was unmoved, her unexceptional ass did not jiggle but her bulbous thighs shook as she was wracked with sobs. It was a miracle she could stay conscious while pumping blood around those things. \n\nIt was time for her last resort. \"It's just...\" fat tears rolled down her cheeks, not as fat as her thighs, but still pretty round. \"I'm ashamed to say this but I wanted to be the one to give the first thighjob in space. It was a simple dream, but I suppose it's not to be.\" The Major sat up in his chair and stopped the recording. \"I see... tell me more Sarah, perhaps I could show you one of our anti gravity training rooms?\" \"It wouldn't be the same.\" She stood up and began slowly walking to the door, swaying her hips and grinding her thighs against eachother in full view of the older man. It wasn't enough. She would sacrifice everything for her dream. She flexed her leg muscles and her chubby thighs burst the home-made stitches on her pants. Cloth fluttered to the floor in strips and she looked over her shoulder to address the Major. \"I'd really hoped... when I heard you would be the commanding officer on our mission...\" She managed to fake a blush. \"I had thought that maybe it could be my way of thanking you for all your hard work. After all, I need someone to help me fulfill my dream.\" She held her breath as she began to step through the door. \n\n\"Wait just one second Sarah.\" She breathed a sigh of releif and took her seat again, her thighs spilling over even more extremely than before now they weren't restricted. \"I can... look into having the capsule modified but it'll be expensive.\" He steepled his fingers ad looked the space cadet in the eye. \"Sarah. Are you going to make this worth my while?\" She crossed her legs in full sight of the man. It was a religious experience. \"I assure you sir. My word is my bond and my thighs are yours.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: The Ruutgrak slave market is in full swing, packed with buyers and merchandise, when one of the slaves calls out their safeword and asks for a few changes. | [
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"content": ">Contains: slavery, spoiler: >!of the consensual variety!< and bondage\n\nThe eyes of both slavers and the slaves turned towards Ilyana as she called out the safeword. One of the attendants to the \"merchandise\", a large, green orc quickly attended to the elf's pleas, ready to aid with whatever bothered her.\n\n\"Everything okay? Is it the bindings, or would you just like to opt out?\" This orc was one who was quite sufficient in speaking Common tongue, making him an ideal choice to handle much of the slave market.\n\nIlyana bounced her head back and forth, in a contemplative type of manner. She was minutes away from being the first of many to be brought up onto the auction stage, certain to fetch a high price. Just like the others, she wore nothing but an iron collar and a rope around her wrists, binding them behind her back which she lightly struggled against as she spoke.\n\n\"It is the bindings, sir. They're rather... insufficient.\"\n\n\"I-Insufficient..?\" The orc repeated, in a much more questioning tone than how Ilyana phrased it.\n\n\"Yes. Not only is it just a measly single rope for binding a fair maiden as myself--which quite frankly, is an insult--the knot is quite loose, as you can see-\"\n\nOn cue, the rope fell to the ground, and the elf waved her free hands around. \"Please rectify this.\"\n\nThe orc rubbed his forehead with a sigh. \"You would like to be tied... tighter?\"\n\n\"And here I thought orcs were supposed to be dense. Ta-ta, quickly! We haven't got all day!\"\n\nShe restored her arms to their previous position, pushed tightly against one another behind her bare back. The orc leaned down to pick up the rope--politely avoiding a glimpse of her round behind--before wrapping the rope around Ilyana's wrists once more, this time certain to secure the knot, as requested.\n\n\"W-Where else must I bind you?\" He asked, as he grabbed a few spare coils from a crate.\n\n\"Hmm... off the top of my head,\" She took a breath before continuing, \"at my elbows, above my chest, below my chest, my ankles, knees, thighs, a harness, a connection between my harness and arms and-\"\n\n\"If you've forgotten, you're going on in minutes and... I don't think we have enough spare rope for that. And you also have to be able to get across the stage.\"\n\n\"Oh fine. Just tie me wherever you can.\" \n\nThe orc managed to tie her elbows together--which he thought was an impressive display of flexibility--and above and below her breasts, connecting those ropes to her elbows in the process. He had to forgo everything else she requested, given that it was about time to begin the auction.\n\n\"Mmm...\" She began, shaking and tugging against her ropes, satisfied with the tightness. \"Thank you very much, sir.\"\n\n\"Yeah, well, hope you're worth it.\" The orc stepped onto the stage from the side, looking upon the crowd of attendees as he walked to the podium. \n\n\"Welcome to tonight's auction, both to residents of Ruutgrak and travelers! Tonight marks the night of our annual charity slave auction. To those unfamiliar, volunteers have offered themselves up to be sold for the night, and it is *your* part to bid on them!\"\n\nHe took a pause as the auction clapped, cheered, and made other... questionable sounds.\n\n\"Our first one of the night, is the very enthusiastic elf... Ilyana!\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: After handcuffing her hands behind her back, she accidentally dropped the key under her couch. Now she had to ask her neighbor for help--only problem was, she was also naked | [
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"content": "Maria was against the wall in her living room, suction cup dildo stuck to the tall mirror, hands behind her back and a pair of handcuffs around her wrists and around the top of the old radiator heater that only acted as a dust collector... well, that and her place to act out fantasies of being handcuffed and roughed up a little. Clasped in one of her hands was the key to the handcuffs. \n\nShe fucked that dildo over, and over, and over until she came, a dripping mess of self-made lubrication ran down her inner thigh. Just as she convulsed, her pussy aching as it tightened around the pink, cock-shaped piece of silicone, she dropped the key, hearing it bounce under the couch. \"Fuck.\"\n\nFortunately, Maria was a gymnast. She wriggled herself off the dildo, feeling it *pop* out of her pussy and glide between her ass cheeks as she lowered herself down, letting her arms rise over her head backward. She could feel the tension on her shoulders as the joints strained, but finally she was sitting down, arms now over her head. \"Okay,\" she said aloud, \"alright.\" She looked. \"Damn, I don't see it.\" She stretched her foot out under the couch, feeling around.\n\nAfter what felt like minutes, she knew what she was going to have to do. She backed herself up against the wall and knocked. Her neighbor, Allie, was home, she saw her earlier, and she would understand -- Maria hoped. \"Allie!\" \n\nIt took a few times of saying her name and knocking before she heard a muffled voice reply. \"I'll be right over, Maria. Is your key still above the door?\" Allie walked out, grabbed the key from above the door, and walked in. \"Maria?\" She asked, looking around.\n\n\"Over here...\" a voice mewled. \n\n\"Are you-- Oh.\" Allie laughed and stared. \"You were really giving that thing what for, huh?\" She gestured to the dildo. \"Bet you came over and over, didn't you? Nasty.\"\n\nMaria half grinned, hands still hanging above her head. \"Come on, get me out, please.\"\n\n\"Okay, but first, I think...\" Allie's voice trailed as she got down on her hands and knees, crawling up between Maria's legs. A couple of fingers reached for the streak of sticky, milky fluid on the inside of her thigh. She tasted it. \"I figured.\" Then she leaned down, placing her warm tongue against the trail, and licked, following it all the way up to Maria's pussy.\n\nMaria gasped, watching, feeling as Allie's tongue caressed her outer lips, forming into a kiss. \"Allie, what are you doing? Hey. Hey!\" She wriggled under the pressure of Allie's tongue, bearing down on her engorged clitoris. She pulled at the handcuffs, hearing the clank of their resistance against the radiator. \"Allie.\" She said, exhaling sharply. \"I'm gonna--\"\n\nAllie sucked Maria's clit into her mouth, feeling her own warm, electric tingle between her thighs as a bead of moisture built up against the cotton fabric of her panties. \"Mhm,\" she said, never removing her face from Maria's pussy.\n\nMaria writhed under the intense pleasure, clenching her legs together, squeezing on Allie's head. Finally, she came, letting a warm fluid trickle out of her, causing it to run down Allie's chin in a puddle. \n\nAllie pulled away. \"I don't think I'm going to let you go yet,\" she said, pulling her shorts to the side, revealing her own pussy. She moved forward, so close to Maria that she could feel the heat of her arousal against her own skin. Then, Allie plunged her warmth against Maria's face, grinding against her. \"Oh, God. No, way you're getting free. Maybe when I'm done with you.\" She smiled, grabbing a fistful of Maria's black hair, smothering her in her pussy. \"It's gonna be a long night.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: [TT] While helping you gynoid friend with her maintenance check, you come across a rather curious detail while checking her coding. Her "maximum arousal" isn't the highest it could possibly go, and can infact reach and even higher degree of arousal. | [
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"content": "*disclaimer: femdom, probably some other stuff too*\n\n\"All systems green\" Adrian muttered as he studied the BIOS of his gynoid friend. They'd had this arrangement for a few years at this point, so everything felt like going through the motions. \n\nAdrian clacked on his keyboard and began updating various systems. Network security, firmware, and daily routines took a few minutes to update, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She had a good three more years on this platform before she'd have to get a new body altogether, at least if she didn't want to stop looking like a 20-something.\n\n\"Hmm, better check the personality matrix before I close her up\"\n\nThe stability test came back green as well. He cycled through the various personality settings. \"Assertiveness looks good if a bit high, compassion good, wit... hmmm a bit low. That explains a lot.\" He made the adjustment before moving on. At the end of the list was the admin-required settings. He punched in the code. \n\n\"You won't tell me your name, but you'll tell me how to access your subconsc- hello, what have we here?\" Impulse control. often called the android's id, was surprisingly low. In fact desire, dominance, and passion were all at 30%. \n\n\"I can't even imagine her being passionate. I gotta see this.\" He said as he adjusted to 100%. No, he made it 150% for good measure. \n\nWith the updates installed he rebooted his friend. Her eyes shot open as she sat up. \n\n\"Adrian!\" she shouted in a louder than normal voice. She sounded like she had a complaint to make, but paused before voicing it. Her gazed focused on the hacker for a good minute before standing up.\n\n\"Hey. I made a few minor updates, so you should be good to-\" She approached him unblinking. He took a step back into the wall. \n\nShe closed the gap, leaning into him \"I'm going to drain you dry\" She said sharply.\n\n\"Uhh I must have made a mistake-\"\n\n\"I don't Care, Adrian!\" His friend shouted as she pressed her body against his. He dry swallowed at the feeling of her unnatural strength. Her hand glided to his stubbly chin as her massive breasts pressed against him. \n\n\"I want you\" She growled. \"I want to pin you down and milk every drop of cum from you. Just your scent is making me lose my mind!\"\n\nAll of the confidence the young hacker had had been replaced by terror. His friend had always been prudish; she didn't even hold hands with her last boyfriend in public. Now she seemed like a completely different gynoid as she tore his novelty shirt off. \n\nShe leaned in and whispered, \"I'm not going to hurt you.\" Before locking lips with Adrian. The man closed his eyes, tasting her all-too-human tongue. He felt a hand crawl down his pants. She fondled him to arousal while cooing. \"But if you try to resist you are getting punished.\"\n\nWith no effort, she scooped him up by his legs and carried him to his mattress. Before he could process what just happened his jeans were cleanly pulled off, leaving only his boxers to hide his bulge.\n\n\"Take them off!\" She ordered and he obeyed. He never felt more naked in his life. She grinned cruelly while undressing herself. \"Now, how would you like to come the first time?\"\n\n\"First?\"\n\n\"My data files have approximately 28 ways to keep your stamina up, and I intend to use every...single...one.\" Now undressed, she pinned his legs to the old mattress, studying his erection with vicious anticipation.\n\n\"Blow...blow me\" He stammered. She obeyed while toying with her womanhood. A master multitasker, her slender hand worked the base of his cock while her lips glided on the top. She moaned eagerly while sucking. Adrians head shot back and he closed his eyes as he focused on the oral. A moment later it stopped, and as he opened his eyes he was greeted with the spritely gynoid lining her labia up with his face.\n\n\"Eat it!\" She shouted before returning to her work. Her grabbed her hips and obeyed, tongue dancing around her lips and exploring her her lips. \n\n\"ohhhhh\" She moaned \"Write out 'I'm a pet now' with your tongue.\" He did. As he finished he came, and so did she. He thrust his cock to her mouth as he shot his seed everywhere. His cock writhed with pleasure. The gynoid reciprocated by squirting on him.\n\nRealization crept into that she had timed that so they could come together...\n\nShe finally released him and Adrian thought about making a break for it, but his body wouldn't comply. Her hand reached for his. \n\n\"I hope you like the adjustment to my arousal setting.\" She breathed. \"My name was Mercy, but you can call me master now.\""
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"content": "\"What is your opinion?\" The empress insisted of the aide before her, who was glancing everywhere but her, tugging at his collar, and quite flushed.\n\n\"My liege, it is quite warm in here. Perhaps you would prefer to be in a better-ventilated space?\" The aide tried to change the topic. In the case she agreed, he could even manufacture some excuse to go elsewhere during the transit.\n\n\"Nonsense. I feel absolutely comfortable. Perhaps it is some affect of the garment, but It does not at all feel above temperate.\"\n\nThe clothes the empress spoke of were the aide's actual problem. They were black, shiny, and markedly form-fitting. \"If you suppose. I would have no experience.\"\n\n\"I would still have your opinion, Karl.\" The empress insisted.\n\nPoor Karl struggled to come up with a way of answering the question that wouldn't cost him his tongue - or his life. \"My lady. If you wear that to tonight's festivities, I can promise that no one will forget the sight, and many will be overcome with envy.\"\n\nThe empress looked disappointed at his response, if only slightly. \"Thank you for your input. You may return to your duties.\"\n\nThe man fled with a breath of relief while the Empress called upon her handmaidens to help her prepare further. \n\n\n\\----\n\nThe crier introduced the Empress over the din of the feast, just before she took her seat at the center of the raised head table. She wore her standard red cloak, but under it was that same garment from earlier, shining in the light where the cloak opened.\n\nKarl leaned over to the man sitting next to him subtly. \"That damn suit nearly cost me. Apparently it's some Latex Material from the new continent. She insisted on my opinion of it. Had to avoid the topic. That thing is tight, I could almost make out her skin beneath it.\"\n\nThe man next to him, an older courtier, glanced at him, concerned. \"You lied to the empress?\"\n\n\"Not lied, persay. Just... dodged the topic.\"\n\n\"Son, she's been doing similar for years. She knows exactly what she's wearing. Markus, down there at the end, can tell you about the first time she did it - with formed leather. Her mother once did it with nothing on at all. She knows you didn't tell her the truth. And boy, you missed out. In trying to save your skin, you might have cost yourself the job. Our lady admires honesty, or have you already forgotten the terms of your appointment?\"\n\nThe man shook his head sadly, then called out to the table, just loud enough it wouldn't carry past a few men in either direction. \"Pay up. she did it again, and he failed.\" Three moderate bags of coin were sat in front of the man after a bit of corroboration. The rest of the table just looked sadly at the new, and soon to be dismissed, arrival.\n\n\"You missed out, too.\" The man on his other side chimed in. \"If you're honest and flattering enough, she lets you fuck her. My turn she did something from the Orient. Shubaru or something. Rope clothing, basically. I told her it was quite revealing, showed off her gorgeous figure nicely. Next thing I know, I'm holding onto the knotting beneath her gorgeous breasts, pushing in and out of her. Finished inside her twice, and once on top. Let me tell you, no one compares to her after that. No brothel in town has a girl to match.\" \n\n\\---\n\nWhen the sun rose thrice on a still-employed Karl, he thought that perhaps the other men were messing with him. Unfortunately, it was that very morning he found a scroll summoning him back the the Empress's chambers.\n\nUpon his arrival, he was let in by the guard without having to knock. Within was the Empress, wearing that damned skin again.\n\n\"Karl, I know you're not a eunuch. Would you like to try and save yourself becoming one and explain why you lied to me?\"\n\n\"My lady... I... Whatever do you mean?\"\n\nThe Empress sighed heavily. \"The clothing Karl. I can see you stare lecherously at it, and yet you chose to speak in vagaries when last we met. Yet again, you lie to my face. Leave me, and gather whatever you might need to return home. I'll not have a coward on any of my staff.\" \n\n\nKarl felt himself ushered out of the room, but couldn't keep himself from stealing one last glance at The Empress, perk breasts and erect nipples visible through the thin material she wore, even her Labia discernible in the tight creases of the garment. The heavy door shut before him, cutting off the sight and leaving him in an empty hallway, devoid of even the guard that let him in."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Before your BFF sleeps with anyone, it's your job to do it first, to rate them, polish up their technique, and make sure they're "ready". | [
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"content": "\"Seven out of ten. Sorry, but you still don't pass.\" Rita said, her face showing no signs of happiness, even though it had only been a minute since she had climaxed. \n \n\"What? Are you serious?\" Jane asked incredulously, sweat pouring off of her body as she looked down at her disinterested partner. \"What did I do wrong that time?\" \n \nRita sighed and rolled her cold blue eyes. \"It's not that you did anything wrong, it's that didn't do enough right.\" The blonde beauty then pulled herself up into a sitting position, causing the strap-on that had been buried inside her to slide out of her sex. \"Look, it's like I told you the first time, Wendy likes being treated like a whore. She likes to be used, abused, and made to feel like the only thing she's good for is servicing other women. She needs a partner who can be rough, violent and nasty. And you, well, you aren't really any of those things. You're too reserved. You hold yourself back too much. As Wendy's best friend, I can't let her have sex with someone like you, who I know won't be able to satisfy her. Sorry, but I really think you two should break up.\" \n \nWithout saying another word, Rita then rolled to the left and stretched out her arm in an attempt to grab her phone from the nightstand. \"I'm just going to give Wendy a call.\" She stated, in the same blunt tone she always spoke in. \"I'll let her know that things aren't going to work out between the two of you.\" \n \nAnd then, Jane lost it. Whilst Rita had been talking, Jane had been trying to hold back her ever increasing anger, but found that impossible to do once she heard the blonde busybody tell her that she was going to essentially break up with her girlfriend *for* her. With her body now full of rage, Jane looked down at the lithe woman beneath her, before grabbing her slender legs and pulling her back down the bed. \n \n\"Hey, what are you...\" Rita started to ask, but before she could finish her question, she ended up cutting herself off by shouting in pain as Jane slapped her poor little bottom. \n \n\"You want me to be rough?\" Jane growled, before striking Rita's derrière once again. \"You want me to be violent?\" Switching hands, Jane delivered a powerful blow onto Rita's other cheek. \"You want me to be nasty?\" The sound of the fourth slap echoed throughout Rita's bedroom. \"Fine, I'll be all those things! I just hope you can take it!\" \n \nFor a moment, Jane thought she saw the faint hints of a smile on the side of Rita's face, but ignored it as she carried on. With no hesitation, Jane lined up her hefty strap-on with Rita's entrance, and slid the purple monster inside of the woman's sopping wet pussy. Without stopping or waiting, Jane continued to push more and more of the false cock inside of Rita, causing the interfering woman to let out a long, continuous moan as she was filled up. \n \nOnce the entirety of the dildo was stuffed inside the beautiful woman's pussy, Jane smiled and grabbed a handful of Rita's bleach blonde hair. \n \n\"I hope you're ready, you nosy bitch! I've been wanting to do this since I first met you!\" Jane hissed, before spitting on her partner's back. \n \n\"So why didn't you?\" Rita replied, breathing heavily as she began to sweat. \n \nFurious, Jane then yanked Rita's hair back as she began to viciously slam her strap-on in and out of the poor woman's pussy. The blonde's eyes rolled back into her head, as Jane finally fucked her the way she wanted to be fucked. Rita's knuckles whitened as she gripped the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as Jane relentlessly pounded her like the little whore she was. As the bed groaned and creamed beneath them, Jane began shouting some not-so-sweet nothings down at Rita, who listened to them and moaned in appreciation. \n \n\"Snobby little slut!\" \n \n\"Cocky bitch!\" \n \n\"Arrogant cunt!\" \n \nEach insult only brought Rita more pleasure, which made Jane angry, which made her more forceful and hurtful, which made Rita even happier. Eventually, it all became too much for the petite woman to handle, and in-between moans, she managed to warn her partner. \n \n\"I'm cumming!\" \n \n\"Good! Cum for me you little slut! That's all you're fucking good for anyways!\" \n \nAfter being granted permission, Rita finally let loose, and began to climax. Her long legs shook like jelly as pleasure shot through her body like a jolt of electricity. Jane didn't let up on her assault however, even though her partner was already in the throes of ecstacy. She continued to plow Rita's pussy, almost overloading the blonde's brain with both pleasure and pain. \n \nAfter about three minutes Jane decided to show some mercy, and pushed Rita off of the strap-on, causing the woman to fall forward onto the bed. \n \n\"I'll call Wendy,\" Rita gasped, looking disheveled but satisfied. \"I'll let her know you've passed.\" \n \n\"Oh, I don't think so.\" Jane replied, as she encircled Rita's asshole with one of her fingers. \"In fact, I think I need a few more lessons, don't you?\" \n \n\"Well, if you insist. I'm sure Wendy will be glad to hear that you're taking your studying so seriously.\" \n \nAfter that, Rita tutored Jane whenever she had the time, and eventually the two of them almost forgot why Jane needed tutoring in the first place."
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"content": "The Tomboyish Monk squirmed a bit with embarrassment as she stood there wearing only some novelty \"armor\" that was more akin to lingerie, the lust sigil on her pelvis unhidden and glowing faintly with power. \n\nWhen she was saved from being turned into a sex slave for some shady underground market, the party had worried that she could relapse into her trained slave behavior. With no outlet for her heightened libido she decides to take matters into her own hands and show them that they don't have to be so worried about her, and demonstrate that she can be sexual without falling back into her slave behavior.\n\nI still feel like I got too specific, feel free to take pieces ot details of it if you prefer."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: An endangered species of monster girls has moved into your basement. Due to conservation laws not only can you not evict them, but you have to keep them sexually satisfied at all times. | [
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"content": "I came back to with what would be their meal. I closed the front door of my house and started heading towards the basement. The sun was setting and they were already waking up. \n\n“Good night sir, are you going to light the candle now?”. One of them said in a sleepy town after hearing me going downstairs\n\n“Yup”. I replied while grabbing a candle I had near me. The moment I lit up the candle all the girls in the basement started groaning and covering their eyes with their wings. These girls are part of an endangered species of bat girls. They are nocturnal with bat-like wings, their legs are covered in a dark fur with and their feet are similar to the ones of a bat. They also have poor vision and they can be quite noisy. \n\nI started turning off the lights so they could roam around the house and start eating the meal I brought them. Apparently their diet consists mainly of fruit so the government regularly gives me money for me to buy all kinds of fruit. One of the bat girls approached me with handfuls of different fruits. Oranges, grapes, apples, a little of everything.\n\n“Mister, would you like to eat with me?”. She said. I gladly accepted and started eating aside her. Even in the poorly lit room I could perfectly see her body. Since their wings extended through most of their body they could hardly wear any clothes. Ponchos were the main clothing option for them, mostly because it was pretty much the only clothing they could wear comfortably. I kept eating the fruit she offered to me while looking at her body. Even though she clearly noticed she didn’t seem to mind. After a while they all go out of the house leaving me alone. I head to my bad and started sleeping. I woke up in the middle of the night to a warm and moist feeling in my groin. I knew perfectly what was happening.\n\nEnd of part 1"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Someone stole your cock! You’re frantically trying to find it, but the frequent sense of it being teased by the thief is proving to be a severe distraction. | [
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"content": "\"Yeah, and then I woke up and it just wasn't there. I'm telling you man, it's not like my dick is going to just grow some legs and walk off in the middle of the night\".\n\n\"It happened to my uncle Jerry once. He woke up and his dick just wasn't there! At least, that's what he told me, but I'm pretty sure uncle Jerry was auntie Jerry once so…\"\n\n\"Matt, listen! This is serious. What the fuck am I going to do without my dick?\"\n\n\"I don't know, dude, you'll figure it out. I gotta go to work\".\n\nMatt took his keys and ran off. \n\n\"Fuck!\", Jacob exclaimed loudly. \n\nJust as he said that, his pelvic started moving on its own, in a motion that was quite familiar to Jacob.\n\n\"What the fuck?\" \n\nJacob grabbed his hips in an attempt to stop the thrusting, but with no success. And although his dick wasn't where it usually resigned, he could swear that he felt something wet on his stomach. \n\nWhen the thrusting stopped, he finally had time to process what had just happened. Someone, somewhere, somehow, stole his cock and is now using it as their dildo. \n\nWhat the heck was he going to do now?\n\nJacob got to the shower to rinse the odd feeling that he had. As he put shampoo on his hair and began washing it off, he could feel a tingling sensation in his pelvis came back, but this time, it… it felt kinda good.\n\nLike someone was jacking him off. But that couldn't be it, right? His mind was probably just playing games with him.\n\nThe sensation kept growing as he started moaning. He could barely stand up straight.\n\nHe completely forgot about the missing dick situation and closed his eyes, the water running over his head.\n\nWhen he closed his eyes he saw a girl on her knees, kneeling right in front of him. He never saw this girl before. She looked very eager to work his… his…\n\n\"Fuck! Fucking soap!\"\n\nJacob was awakened from his little wet dream by the fricking shampoo in his eyes. \n\nBut now he knew what happened to his dick: the girl he saw stole it, and she was going to pay for it.\n\nWith today's technology it's pretty easy to find whoever you wish to find. Luckily, as a graphic designer, Jacob was also a good sketcher. So he sketched the girl quickly and plastered it all over the net in hope to find her.\n\nSoon, there was a response that caught his eyes.\n\nIt read: \"I know what you're looking for. If you want it, you'll have to come and get it from me. I'll text you the location\".\n\nJacob was a bit wary at first, but with a date at the end of the week with a pretty girl, he couldn't afford to not bring his most precious body part along for the ride.\n\nSo he put on his pants, now with a noticeable gap in his crotch area, and a t-shirt, and went on the journey to retrieve his dick.\n\nHer house was not too far from Jacob's house, about fifteen minutes drive. But on the way there, Jacob's emotions were bottles up like champagne that is about to pop. He was angrier and hornier than he has ever been.\n\nThe girl from the vision he had stood on the front lawn, waiting for him. She held what looked like a dildo, but was a lot more (how to say it nicely…) fleshy.\n\nJacob parked his car and stepped out of it. She was the exact same girl that popped up in his mind back at the shower.\n\nHe got to her gate as he saw her starting to stroke his length. He stopped. It felt awesome. \n\n\"S-stop it!\" He said as he got back to his senses. \"Give me my dick!\" \n\nA laughter escaped the girl's mouth.\n\n\"How about no?\"\n\n\"Please, I beg you.\"\n\n\"You beg, eh? How much do you want your dick back?\"\n\nShe walked to his ear and whispered: \"what price are you willing to pay?\"\n\nShe kissed him and unziped his pants. She pulled them down and started to feel around Jacob's cock-less bottom. It felt smoother than a baby's butt.\n\nBefore he could even notice it, the girl stuck his dick back on where it belonged.\n\n\"Now that I gave you back what you own, how are you going to use it?\"\n\nShe pulled him by his shirt into the house. Moans and groans echoed through the street for hours.\n\nJacob, now with everything back in the place it belonged, inside a place that it now belonged in, was happy through the roof.\n\n\nTHE END?"
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"content": "Disclaimer: >!succubus, corruption!<\n\nAdrian tensed up as Marie unconsciously wrapped an arm around him. He quietly recited his paladin vows as the nubile cleric held him close, cooing adorably. \n\nThis had been a terrible idea. After a successful adventure in some nearby catacombs, the four heroes (three heroes and a filthy thief by Adrian's count) had agreed to stop and get some rest in the nearby town. They were all exhausted, and after the treasure they had won from slaying the lesser demon king why not sleep in a nice inn for once?\n\nMarie gripped the young paladin tighter, hugging him like a teddy bear. When it came time to get the room they were told only one was available. Marcus, the sly huckster that he was, had talked Adrian and the mage Aladriel into sharing a single room. The ever innocent Marie had agreed, seeing no qualms with sharing a bed with one of the men. The poor girl; Adrian had taken it upon himself to claim the bed with her, lest Marcus try something indecent in the middle of the night. \n\nAfter an hour of sitting still and staring at the ceiling, Marie finally released the poor paladin and got up. He shifted to get comfortable but kept his eyes trained on the girl while she safely walked to the door. He felt his eyes drift to her bubble butt and promptly chastised himself before refocusing on her lower back. She had been a great party member so far. A talented and blessed cleric, a perky and supportive friend, and while he wasn't proud to admit it, she was definitely easy on the eyes. When the door to their room closed the paladin closed his eyes and began to drift...\n\nHis eyes shot open at the sound of slurping and muffled moaning. He sat up to see a shadow of a figure hovering over a very still Marcus. The bald thief's eyes were wide open but he laid near motionless as the showy figured bobbed up and down on his member. As the paladin's eyes adjusted he saw more of the figure. Dark rosy skin, a slender spade tail, two bat wings, and horns. A demon! It was devouring the thief's cock with great enthusiasm. \n\nHe moaned louder as he came, shooting webs of semen over himself and the demoness. She laughed softly as she began to lap up the seed. Carefully, the paladin began reaching for his mace. He would only have one shot to stop this foul creature before it harmed the others...\n\nIn a perfectly trained motion, he swung to crush her skull, but the superhuman creature dodged the blow with unholy grace. Before he could recover to deal another blow she touched his chest, and he felt his body freeze. His muscles failed to respond as he struggled to move. It was only then he heard the other two men screaming from behind clenched teeth.\n\nHer face had a familiar radiance to it, but carried a malicious grin. The beast swallowed the remainder of the thief's seed before licking her lips. She slid the paladin's pants off before hopping onto the bed. \n\nThe paladin recited his vows quietly as the monster played with his ashen hair. She kissed him deeply as he felt her tongue slither into his mouth to play with his. Her hand began massaging his manhood while their lips wrestled. He knew he had to resist the beast, lest he fall prey to her influence. \n\nThe creature lowered a beautiful crimson pussy onto Adrians face before beginning to work his manhood. He couldn't see but felt her soft lips glide on his cock while her soft tongue played with his tip. This unfamiliar pleasure overwhelmed his mind, but he found himself accepting it more. Before he came she paused, and her pussy lips got closer to his face. He was being given a choice. Despite his many vows, this was the best pleasure he had felt in his lifetime. As movement returned to his lips he began to greedily lap the demoness' pussy, knowing his vows were failing as he submitted to her whiles. \n\nShe resumed sucking him off and he felt his hips go numb. He thrust his masculine hips while grabbing hers and bringing his tongue deeper. The paladin was enraptured with devouring his new mistress' cunt. \n\nLike the thief before him, he came with great ecstasy, shooting semen all over the face of the demoness. His breathing was labored as he laid and stared at the ceiling, taking in what he had just done. The pact was sealed; he was now her plaything. \n\nA familiar feminine voice thanked him before his new mistress turned her attention to the helpless mage."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A new illegal drug is created allowing to induce deep and PERMANENT romantic love towards the first person seen by the drugged. A "Love Potion" if you will. This is the story of the horror of seeing my life end, when my creepy roommate announced they spiked my drink with a triple dose. | [
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"content": "//This is my first time writing on dirtywritingprompt. I am not really sure how far I could take the story, and this was my first time writing a masochistic (even if they are technically under mind control or something) protagonist, since I usually prefer to write as a sadist's perspective instead. sorry it couldn't be the story about how a life practically ended with the love potion, because I couldn't come up with a satisfying version that involved the victim of a \"permanent\" love potion calling their experience a horror.\n\nIt had been a while since my asshole was my own. My roommate practically lived in me whenever we were both in the room. My bed was always damp with sweat from both of us. My closet filled with women’s clothing. As a new fetish I had been getting.\n\nWe were both first year students in college. He was a bit older, having been in the military. While I was straight out of high school. He seemed like a cool dude to be honest. But, that’s because I had no idea what was to be expected.\n\nFirst few days, we talked about what we were studying, and what we wanted do with our lives. The usual roommate introductions.\n\nWe started hanging out with each other. He would often take me with him to the movies, or places to eat, or simply offer me takeaways that he was buying. I was a poor student, scraping by, while he had some money to blow through from having a job before attending college.\n\nIt wasn’t until we saw a movie that included a lesbian couple that I started finding him creepy. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for supporting LGBT rights and all. But, this wasn’t about that. He had a feminization fetish. He thought I would have looked cute in a dress, and that he was bi and would totally do me if I wasn’t straight. I didn’t know how to respond to that at first. He dropped the subject whenever he could see I was uncomfortable with it, and never went further than an occasional hint here and there. But, I started to note that everytime he looked at me, his gaze was a tad bit longer than the last time he looked at me, to the point of being noticeable.\n\nIt was somewhere past the first semester’s midterms that he spiked me with “LP-53SN” A mind altering chemical that was recently banned internationally for practically being a love potion. Something I only ever heard of in the news. But, he spiked my drink with triple doses.\n\nApparently for it to work, he had to be imprinted on to me, so we both didn’t attend classes for a few days. I don’t remember much from that period. My mind was in and out of it all, while he was in and out of me.\n\nBut, what I do remember since then is the absolute feeling of euphoria whenever he would be with me. Whenever he touched me, whenever he talked to me, whenever he played with me, whenever he interacted with me.\n\nHe wouldn’t even have to be praising me. Being rough with me was fine, calling me names was fine, I wanted to be his slave. His property. His object. His fleshlight. A cocksleeve.\n\nI could no longer concentrate on my schoolwork. The As I got turned in to Bs, and Bs in to Cs. C for Cock. My master’s cock. Delicious cock. The only reason I didn’t get a D for Dick or E for Erection was because my master refused to be with me if I didn’t graduate, and helped me on my way to passing my classes. Albeit barely. Oh what a wonderful master he is.\n\nMy usual day would start off with me sucking his dick. His dick that had been in my ass yesterday. Sometimes, he likes to surprise me by getting on top of me, and piston pump my ass like an pumpjack in a Texan oil well, then fill me with his seeds. Seeds that will never bear his children. But, not today.\n\nI would know when he is awake, because he would lock my head in position while he shoots his load down my throat. Then tell me to go wash.\n\nFrom here, we would go on our separate ways until evening. Sometimes, he likes to meet up with me between classes to give me an anal in the toilet stalls, and then shove a anal dildo inside me, and sit in my lecture halls, remotely sending vibrations while I squirm uncomfortably in my seat, all embarrassed.\n\nAfter dinner we would meet in our dorm room, where I would always be on the receiving end. Serving him. Worshiping him. \n\nThen I would clean up, wipe the floor of the messes he made of me. And attempt to sleep while he slips in to me. Sometimes keeping me awake at the rhythmical percussion that is happening on my behind."
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"content": "**Item #:** SCP-10975-S\n\n**Object Class:** Euclid\n\n**Special Containment Procedures:** SCP-10975-S is to be contained within cell S. There must be at least one D-class person within the room. Any D-Class awaiting termination may be used to trigger the anomalous effects of SCP-10975-S. Instances of SCP-10975-S-# created this way may be used for additional testing. \n\n**Description:** SCP-10975-S is a brown wooden box 5ft x 5ft with a picture of an cartoon bear blowing a kiss. The words \"Bad Taste Bears Deluxe\" written on its side. There is an address which reads>!Redacted!<. The box's wood seems to change texture depending on the individual observer. \n\nWhen SCP-10975-S opened a three foot tall bear appears, the bear is similar in appearance to the Bad Taste Bears figurines. This is known as SCP-10975-S-A. SCP-10975-S-A will usually take on the appearance of the openers fetish including supplies to preform said fetish with all the individuals likes of the opener. \n\nWhen SCP-10975-S is finished they will attempt to get the opener to enter the box. Those that refuse are verbally assaulted by the bear by having their inner most secrets and fears exposed. This includes foundation secrets that the bear could not have possibly witness in the case of Dr >!Redacted!<.\n\nSCP-10975-S-A is immune to most forms of conventional arms with only fire or extremely power acids managing to damage it. Upon death SCP-10975-S has been known to produce another SCP-10975-S-A to remove or repair the body. Often this new instance will attempt to understand why the previous instance has died. Several interviews have been conducted this way.\n\n\n**Interviewed:** D-6653321\n\n**Interviewer:** DR >!Redacted!<\n\n**Foreword:** D-6653321 is a large Caucasian man with a taste for Milf's and lactation.\n\n**<Begin Log, [optional time info]>**\n\n**Interviewer:** Explain everything that happened during testing.\n\n**D-6653321:** \"So I get in the cell and you assholes put this big box. I've already hear that most of testing usually ends in death but I'm not a bitch so I open the fucker. I'm expecting something wild, I've heard the stories from some of the fuckers that survived testing. How many test do I have to do before I can leave? \n\n**Interviewer:** Your report...\n\n**D-6653321:** Anyway, so I pull out this big bear, the damn thing weighs like a hundred pounds. The moment I drop it to the ground the bear stands up. I'm about to shit myself because I've seen Chucky and know how that goes. Nana, that what she called herself at the time. She looks a little worn but she has tits like a dream. She spreads out a little blanket and lays me down on it, I'm still freaking out but she is cool about everything just sitting and talking to me while those massive tits dripped milk. I figure, 'fuck it, I'm gonna die anyway.' I reach out and grab one of those tits. I start sucking like it's my last day on earth. It's everything I ever wanted, she moans just the right way and climbs on top of me. I'm drained dry and she starts telling me about how this can be every day if I just go into the box. \n\n**Interviewer:** The camera's show you looked into the box and didn't jump in. Why?\n\n**D-6653321:** I can't explain it but something in my heart felt that if I jumped in. I'd never come back. I'm not going to Narnia or some shit without some kinda gun or weapon. \n\n**<End Log.>**\n\n**Addendum:** D-6653321 has requested for another testing opportunity with this SCP. \n\n\n**Interviewed:** SCP-10975-S-A\n\n**Interviewer:** DR C.>!Redacted!<\n\n**Foreword:**: After an instance of SCP-10975-S-A was neutralized due to it's fetish compulsion being tired to erotic asphyxiation. This instance attempted to negotiate with Task Force >!Redacted!<. Dr. C was allowed to speak with this new instance.\n\n\n**Dr.C:** What should I call you?\n\n**SCP-10975-S-A:** Call me anything you like the foundation is probably gonna redact it. Just cool it with the fire and acid, we can still feel pain. \n\n**Dr.C:** You are aware of the foundation?\n\n**SCP-10975-S-A:** Aware might not be the right word. See I know your real name is >!Redacted!< >!Redacted!< >!Redacted!< and you were born in >!Redacted!< >!Redacted!< >!Redacted!< then you had your first orgasm >!Redacted!< >!Redacted!< and when you saw that big burly female D-class yesterday you thought about >!Redacted!< with her and SCP-682. \n\n**Dr.C is stunned for a moment before composing himself.** \n\n**Dr.C:** How do you know this information? \n\n**SCP-10975-S-A:** I don't know, when we look at someone we know them. Like everything we need to. Like that guy over there, he is into >!Redacted!< >!Redacted!< >!Redacted!< >!Redacted!< with a goat and a clown. Now what I don't know is how we can get you to stop melting and burning us. We aren't gonna hurt anybody, well maybe a few sore crotches if you know what I mean.\n\n**Dr.C:** Who made you?\n\n**SCP-10975-S-A:** Don't know.\n\n**Dr.C:** What is inside the box, our camera's don't seem to go anywhere when we place them inside.\n\n**SCP-10975-S-A:** Step in and find out.\n\n**Dr.C:** What happened to those that have already gone inside.\n\n**SCP-10975-S-A:** Step in and find out. I'd even help you in.\n\n**Dr.C waves a hand and a dozen D-class are brought in. Each one tied to the other with a long chain.** \n\n**SCP-10975-S-A:** Well I like a party but I'm pretty lacking down stairs for that kinda crowd.\n\n**Three of the D-Class are tossed into the box. Dr.C simple stares dispassionately for an hour at the box before the chain is pulled back. The three D-Class are no longer there but three bears in D-Class uniforms look around for a split second before breaking their chains. The trio run back into the box and vanish before the guards can grab them.**\n\n**SCP-10975-S-A:** I uh didn't expect you to do that.\n\n**Dr.C:** The foundation is built upon making hard choices. \n\n**SCP-10975-S-A looks visibly shaken.**\n\n**SCP-10975-S-A:** : I get it. I get it. Just keep sending down people and we can keep the box here. I'm just a bear who doesn't want to get melted.\n\n**Dr.C:** Very well. Let's talk containment."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: When a Succubus set up a cupcake delivery service, everyone assumed that it was a pretense for sex work, but they were totally wrong! She *does* still fuck her customers, but that's incidental... The cupcakes are the product! | [
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"content": "\"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 5, 6 , 7... Oh... I messed up again.\" She starts again \"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15... 1, 2, 3-\"\n\n\"Ma'am I don't have all day here, so can you hurry up a little?\"\n\n\nShe looks up to the man over the register in his eyes before sniffing \"I-Im trying my b best sir\" While failing to hold back a stream of tears equivalent to getting onion in the eye.\n\nThe man looks at her, his face a frown as he judges her, his glare like a hawks surveying prey. Her tail sticking out, horns from. her side, trying to hide her body in such a company uniform and apron... This lady, Daemon Nodemon, he knew what she was...\n\n\"Hey, Um just keep the change Ma'am\" \n\nHe knew that she was a failure.\n\n\n\n\nDaemon stood there, failing to out the change in the register like a baby with shape cubes. The main difference was that she cried more often doing that. Once she's finally done with such a simple task she finally goes into the employee lounge, where she finishes bawling her eyes out. Once she's done, she goes to the front again, and sees that no one even entered the store for that whole period of time. Tears swell again and the process repeats like clockwork.\n\nIt's a sad site really, a failure of a succubus being assigned to run a failure of a bakery for the future of a failing succubi company. They wanted to save on the cost by sending her, but they forgot a cost doesn't matter if the income is always negative.\n\n\nSuddenly Daemons annoying cry is broken by the phone! She walks over to it and answers it, trying not to drop the phone with her rapidly shaking hands.\n\n\"H-Hello, this is the-The Dameon Cake place how can I help\"\n\n\"Hello. If possible can you get about half a dozen cupcakes to house 9 on longdry drive? Just ask for the name Kyle when you knock on the door. Thanks in advance!\" \n\nShe puts the phone down and stands there, wondering how she's supposed to get the cupcakes there.\n\n\n\n\n\nHe puts the phone down and runs over to the computer \"Yi I ordered them! Out of question was it the employee or the delivery girl who's supposed to be a succubus!\"\n\n\"It's supposed to be the delivery girl, the somewhat small one wearing oversized stuffs. Anyway, I gotta go man, hopefully you get the succubi surprise\"\n\n\nHe goes and plops himself on the couch and prematurely puts a condom on himself before waiting. And waiting. And waiting... \"Is she ever gonna be here?\"\n\nHe walks over to the phone while throwing away a bunch of condoms that he tried on, and tries to call the place \"I'm sorry we could not pick up, try again later\"\n\n\"Knock Knock Knock open the door please PLEASE\"\n\nJohn runs over and opens the door, and he sees a girl in oversized employee clothing with a mud smashed apron, holding boxes of crushed cupcake boxes.\n\n\"HERE'S YOUR BUNCH OF CUPCAKES, GIVE ME 250 FOR EM!\" She tiredly yells.\n\n\"Ma'am I only bought 6 cupcakes\"\n\nDaemon looks at him with malice before throwing all the boxes down \n\"DID I STUTTER WHEN I SAID 250!\"\n\n\"N-No ma'am!\"\n\n\"THEN PAY ME THE MONEY!\" She responds while walking inside and throwing herself into the couch.\n\n\nI dunno what else to put, I got bored a little"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A magical lotion is developed that transmits physical sensations between two locations... | [
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"content": "The first time had been an accident. \n\nHe had been sitting on the toilet, and while masturbating, he had got some lotion on the toilet seat. Only a little. But paranoid - as all first time masturbators are - he had immediately got a tissue and wiped the seat down, inspecting it closely afterward to make sure all the evidence was gone.\n\nSatsfied that it was, he had went to his room, shame plaguing his mind as he promised himself that he would never touch himself in that way again, even as he became aroused at the prospect of doing it again.\n\nHe lay down on his bed, under the covers, on his phone. Somehow, he had wound up on a porn site. His hand lingered near his crotch as he fought the urge to stroke himself. His cock, with a mind of its own, became hard as the images on the screen sent blood rushing to his throbbing nether-regions. Uncomfortably so. \n\nOr at least that's how he justified slipping his fingers into his waistband and grabbing himself. Nothing wrong with a little bit of harmless fondling, right? As long as he didn't cum, then it wasn't technically masturbating, was it?\n\nBefore he knew it, his fondling had turned into a gentle caress and then a persistent pumping that felt too good to ignore. But just before climax, his self-control kicked in and he let go of himself until his cock deflated in disappointment, denied it's one true joy and function (besides pissing).\n\nFrom his room, he could hear the opening and closing of the front door that signaled his mother's return to from church. \n\n\"Whew!\" she exclaimed, rushing to the closest bathroom, and slamming the door.\n\nAnd then he felt a pressure settling down in the cradle of his lap unlike anything he had ever felt before. \n\nIn the bathroom, he heard his mother gasp, \"Oh!\" and the weight in his lap immediately lifted.\n\nHe waited, his heart racing, confused but also disappointed at the absence of the pleasurable sensation that he had just felt.\n\nBut then again, slowly and tentatively, he felt the ghostly sensation descending between his thighs. Thinking quickly, he pulled his dick out and aimed it upward, groaning in satisfaction as it was swallowed up in it.\n\nIn the bathroom, his mother was oddly silent. \n\nHis penis throbbed inside the ghostly channel that gripped him, enveloping his member in it's tight, wet grip. As it rose again, he made a futile attempt to grab where the ghost's waist might be and keep it from moving, but all he managed to grab was air. Fortunately, the butt of the ghost slammed back down.\n\nAnd so the pattern continued, increasing in pace and tempo as his eyelids fluttered and his vision blurred. A more experienced male would've been able to last longer, but most virgins would have been proud to last as long as he did.\n\nHis hands scrambled around on the sheets, seeking something solid to grab onto and keep him grounded in the moment. But his body betrayed him to the sensations. His head snapped back and his mouth open opened in a silent scream as his knees swung towards each other and his hips thrust themselves upward, furiously firung several globs of cum at the ceiling, which arced and fell like rain toward him, splattering on cheek, chest, and chin, and some even dribbling onto his stomach.\n\nHe lay there with his eyes closed, catching his breath as his senses returned. He still felt the pressing weight of the ghost's posterior on him, but his sensitive cock, already satiated, flinched at the contact, and he angled himself downward and let the pressure comfortably weigh on top of him.\n\nHe finally heard the sound of piss hitting the water in the toilet bowl and a thought - *She just started peeing?* - lazily drifted through the drowsy haze that clouded his mind.\n\nWhen he heard the toilet flush, he jumped into action, grabbing a sheet from the paper towel he had stashed in his room and wiped himself down. Then he managed to crawl back under the covers and pretend to be asleep just as his mom opened the door.\n\nHe rolled over like he had just woken up and cracked a eye. \"Hey, Mom, how was church?\"\n\nIt looked like his mother had just run a mile. Her face was flushed, her hair matted, and her shirt was wet around the armpits and collar.\n\n\"Oh, it was okay,\" she replied. \"Sorry to wake you. Go back to sleep.\"\n\nAnd then she closed the door.\n\nAs he listened to her footsteps dimmer away, he got out of bad and tiptoed over to the place where he had stored the lotion.\n\n\"...*transmits sensations between two physical locations*...\" He read, and then it all made sense.\n\nAn evil grin came across his face as his thoughts raced with ideas. \n\nLife was going to become a *whole* lot interesting."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: A timid and bashful lab worker accidentally ingests multiple doses of a drug meant to enhance libido. Describe the horror and internal struggle at the gradual loss of control she experiences as she witnesses herself slowly sliding towards a life of pussy-juice-covered self-pleasure junkie. | [
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"content": "“Somethings wrong.” She mumbles out loud as she feels a tingle in her crotch and nipples. The lab was empty tonight and Jessie was there to wrap up her part of the research. Finishing the report and email it off to the Project Lead. Easy stuff. “Are-are my pupils dilated?” she asks the empty room, looking around in confusion. She kicks the rolling stool back from the table, drifting away from the glow of the laptop in the dark lab. Sparse desk lamps and exit signs illuminate strange areas and boring equipment. She opens her locker, an automatic light clicks on. She takes her glasses off and puts them on the top shelf before looking at her eyes in the mirror. “Jesus”, *‘they’re really dilated!’* she thought. *‘Why am I holding my mouth like that?’* she stares in confusion as her lips are pushed out. *‘It’s like ‘duck face’*. She touches her lips with her index finger. *‘What the fuck!?!’* she pulled her finger out of her mouth where she had slid it deep into her throat and began sucking on it. A line of spit still connected her finger to her lips. Her clit reminded her that it’s there. She’s suddenly thinking about her spit and her clit and how nice it would be to just…\n\nShe’s suddenly pulling her hand out of her pants, panting and panicking, “What the fuck is going on?? I don’t-don’t remember putting my hand in my pants!” she says to the mirror. Her lips are wet and there’s saliva on her chin. \n\n‘Ok, you’re ok…’ she tells herself, suddenly noticing the shape of her nipples through her shirt. Her pussy is wet, her underwear is wet, her clit is wet and stimulated, blood is flowing around her labia and it’s hot. So hot. Her nipples are hard. Her breathing is rapid. Her chest is moving up and down and she can’t stop staring at them. ‘I never notice my tits,’ she thinks. “Somethings wrong…” she mumbles again, “Really wrong.” She’s still standing in front of the mirror at her locker. “Fuck, fuck, ok.” she slams the locker shut. “Just go finish this paper and go home.” she turns, finally, getting her legs going back to the laptop. She plops down on the stool and begins editing again, the last paragraphs. The last paragraphs. The last…\n\nWhen she snaps back, a video of a woman sucking a large cock is playing on her screen. There are nine tabs of porn open and the audio is playing out loud on all of them. Moans and sucking and fucking echo and bounce around the room. Her shirt is open and her pants are undone, pulled just far enough down that she has two fingers inside herself. She gasps and pulls her fingers out, trying desperately to mute the audio at the same time. The keys are wet now. ‘Great.’ She tries buttoning her shirt, there’s saliva all down her body, between her tits, and on her nipples. It’s soaking through the white shirt. “Goddamnit!” she grunts, giving up and trying to button her pants. She stands up from the stool and quickly closes all of the tabs. \n\n“What the fuck is this?” she grunts, looking at her email. “I-I didn’t send this!” Three emails sit in her inbox - replies to an email she had sent out only ten minutes ago to most of the team. The original had said, “Feeling lonely and “experimental” in the lab. Maybe a few of you could come by and ‘fill my void’?” The first reply was from Chris, “I can be there in twenty!” Then Keeg, “I’ll be there in twenty as well.” The last was from another woman on the team, Dahlia, “I’ll be there in ten, we can maybe get the room warmed up!”\n\n“What? No...I,” mumbling to herself, panting, trying to get her thought strait but now all she can think is of a soft wet pussy laying itself on her mouth and of cocks, several cocks, entering her over and over. She pulls four fingers out of her mouth and dries them on her pants as someone knocks on the lab door. “N-Not now, I’m… I’m finishing something!” The door cracks open anyway. It’s Dahlia. ‘Ok, she’s ok, she’s in a lab coat. Maybe she thinks it is about work stuff!’ “Hey Dahlia, glad you could come by, it’s always weird working alone, you know?” Dahlia smiles and opens the lab coat. She’s naked. Her larger-than-expected tits hang on her otherwise tiny frame. Her long black hair hangs down to her nipples, highlighting the shape and color against her skin. She drops the coat and walks up to Jessie and kisses her, hard. \n\nJessie snaps back, Dahlia is licking her pussy, hard, and Jessie is moaning - unable to stop even though she’s confused and scared. She grabs Dahlia’s hair and pulls her face in harder. Someone has a cock in her face and she opens her mouth. ‘What am I doing?’ The cock glides smoothly into her lips, over her tongue, into her sticky wet throat. She’s sucking a cock. ‘I can’t stop, please stop yourself!’ she screams in her head as the man wraps his hands over her head and starts fucking her face. She moaning and smiling when she can. ‘This isn’t right!!’ She realizes, in her peripheral, that there’s someone fucking Dahlia while she eats you. He pulls out of her and brings his wet cock up to you, you pull away from the cock in your mouth and say “Mmmm fuck yes. Give me that pussy covered cock!” before wrapping her lips around this second cock and sucking the delicious fluid off the hard, hot, cock. “No, wait, I didn’t say that!’\n\nThere’s a cock in her pussy, the man under her is rocking back and forth but the man with his cock in her ass is pounding her. Her asshole burns but somehow she’s loving it. Dahlia is sitting on the man under Jessie’s face and smiling at her, kissing her when she can. ‘What is happening?? Why is this happening??’ she screams in her head, but the thought is fleeting as extacy boils over in her mind, all she can think of is cumming, cum, more cocks and pussy.\n\nShe’s laying on a cold lab table, waking up to dried cum and spit all over her. She sits up, trying to analyze herself and her thoughts. ‘Is this finally over?’ she thinks, looking around the room. All alone. Finally. She takes a deep breath but before she can exhale, it’s daytime and there are more people in the room, naked, fucking each other and her. A line of cocks is hanging around her face popping in and out of her mouth as other cocks shove themselves in and out of her pussy and ass. She’s moaning, totally overcome, and loving every second. People are talking about how great it is that she put this together, really bringing the team together. One after another is cumming on her body and in her mouth, cum is running off her chin as she swallows.\n\nShe’s in her apartment, alone. It’s night. “Oh my god. What has been happening?” her ass and pussy are sore and aching. She can feel her heartbeat in both. She can hear her neighbors fucking. It dawns on her that ALL of her neighbors are fucking. She steps outside to her balcony; the neighbors next to her are fucking on their balcony. The woman motions for Jessie to join them. ‘No that’s ok! I’ve had enough,’ she thinks but says, “Only if your partner will cum in my tight asshole!”\n\n**Before**\n\nThat morning Jessie stopped at the lab refrigerator and took a milk carton and poured a healthy amount into her coffee. She admits to herself that she hates coffee but insists on drinking it every day. She was out of milk at home and figured someone had some at the lab. The sharpie had long since rubbed off as people hand reached into the refrigerator for their food over the last two days. Mickael had been running a test on a synthetic libido enhancer. Wanted to have the next big sex enhancer to be advertised on porn sites.\n\n**After**\n\nWeeks after the sexual pandemic is finally contained, Jessie is held in a different lab facility. It’s discovered that her body puts out the libido enhancer naturally, now. Everywhere she had gone had started an orgy around her. Everyone in an unventilated enclosed space would be affected or a 20ft radius around her outside. The hornier she would get, especially if she blacked out, would enhance it by three-fold. Others effected would simply shake it off after cumming - the chemical has worked its way out of their system. Jessie, however, was a little more cursed. The chemical was everywhere in her- affecting her all the time. Daily there would be breaks in the containment and gangbangs would break out in the isolation lab with her. \n\n*They continue to study her to this day.*"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: At a summer getaway, the bimbo sorority is trying to solve the mystery of who keeps breeding all the girls. It's big Hank, the only guy on the trip. He is taking full advantage of how oblivious the girls are. | [
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"content": "Pt. 1\n\n\"I don't get it!\" Selina pouted and furrowed her brow, crossing her arms and squeezing her impressive bust in the process. How is this happening?!\"\n\nShe looked around the table at the rest of the girls, some of which stood redfaced and nervously fidgeting, embarrassed, more still looking around suspiciously, scared they'd be next and a few even biting their lips and clenching their hands together, getting a little worked up at all this talk of sudden nighttime breeding.\n\n\"How many of the girls have uhh, y'know... been... y'know. Jenny?\" \n\nSelina snapped her fingers in front of the vacant Jenny's face. Knowing her, she was probably still thinking about everything the girls who'd been 'visited' had said. \n\n\"Huh? Oh, uhh, yah, gimme one second Selina.\" The asian girl twirled a lollipop in her mouth as she glanced over the clipboard in her grip. She'd developed something of an oral fixation on this trip. usually she was invaluable as Selina's second in command but after two whole weeks with no men around she was distracted to the point of uselessness.\n\nIt was the same with the other girls, their sorority had a reputation for a reason.\n\n\"Uhhh, we're sure about six of them, Naomi says she isn't sure if she's actually like, preggo or whatever.\" \n\nEveryone side-eyed the barely legal brunette who went bright red. Selina didn't need a test to know she had a baby in her. When she'd found the girl, her round ass had been up in the air, shorts pulled down to her knees and cum practically pouring out of her. Her ass cheeks were red from the pounding she'd just received and she was drenched in sweat, the biggest smile Selina had ever seen plastered across her face.\n\nIf that hadn't gotten her pregnant, then that girl was barren as a desert, and after fourteen whole days without some fratboy, football player or pervy professor to clap her cheeks, Selina couldn't help but feel just a little jealous.\n\nShe was probably the oldest one here, at twenty one, blonde hair tied up in a bun, in semi-formal wear with a white shirt and unnecessarily tight, obscenely short pencil skirt. Despite her almost pornstar-like outfit, she was in charge here, it was up to her to figure this one out. \n\nThe bimbo slammed a hand down on the table. \"Ugh! It's like, how's this even happening!? We didn't bring like, any guys with us. At all! So who the hell's fucking all my girls!?\"\n\nShe glared over at Naomi. She suspected that some of the girls knew exactly who they'd been allowing to use their bodies, but they weren't saying anything.\n\nThere was a knock at the door and a male voice. \"You girls good to go?\"\n\nJenny opened the door to reveal the hulking form of big Hank, the bus driver that had been carting them around from location to location on their little tour. \n\n\"I've loaded the bags on to the coach, all that's left is you lovely ladies.\"\n\nAs he spoke, Selina noticed one of the girls near him, Lisa, shudder. Another busty blonde like herself who'd been one of the first to get her bed broken. The gears turned and for a second, Selina almost made the connection in her head, but failed. \"\n\n\"Sure Hank. We'll be right down.\""
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Somehow you just realized you have the power to fully alter your best friend. Their body and mind are fully under your control. However they soon learn they have the same power over you | [
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"content": "Derek was kicking my ass at one of his favorite fighting games. He was playing a character that was buff and handsome, with two swords as weapons. I had chosen a chick that looked like she was in bondage gear, with tits like a pornstar, and used a whip like weapon. But honestly I wasn't paying much attention to that, I was imagining what he would look like with longer hair.\n\nWith a sudden blur his hair extended, growing down to his shoulders in a heartbeat. The shock and surprise of the change made my already poor performance falter even more. I blinked even as Derek celebrated his victory. Then he reached up and brushed his hair out of his eyes.\n\n\"What the...\" He looked as confused as I was amazed. Derek was a good looking guy, and kept his hair immaculate so even he couldn't fail to notice the sudden change.\n\nStruggling to understand I decided to try something. I thought about Derek being more buff, muscled like his character. Suddenly the black band shirt he was wearing fit tightly over his muscled torso. \n\n\"What the fuck is happening to me?!\" Derek screamed leaping up from the couch and dropping the game controller. \n\n\"Umm,\" I looked at him, setting my controller down more gently. \"I think it's me...\"\n\n\"What the fuck?\" Derek looked at me disbelief painted on his face. \"What kind of fucked up prank is this, this is impossible!\"\n\nDerek was yelling so loudly that I was afraid the neighbors would call someone, I wished he would just calm down and believe me. Suddenly the room was quiet and Derek was staring at me.\n\n\"Holy shit,\" Derek said quietly. \"You really can change my body however you like, can't you?\"\n\nI nodded numbly suddenly wondering if it was limited to just his body. I was struggling with the realization I could also change his mind. That was... dangerous. I loved him, and I didn't know if I could resist the urge to make him feel the same. I didn't want to do it, I loved him as him, not whatever I might make him. Still, I could use this to help him right?\n\n\"How do you do it?\" Derek was asking me even as I was lost in thought. \"Like do you have a remote or a genie or...\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" I said honestly then shrugged. \"I just thought about something changing and it did.\"\n\n\"Holy shit! You can make me the kind of guy the girl's drool over.\" Derek was excited and running through the possibilities as I pondered the implications. Derek wanted a girl, and that broke my heart, but I resolved that I wouldn't force him to love me. Instead I worked on what he really needed to get the girl of his dreams. I imagined him as being more confident, more loyal, and communicative. I imagined him as intelligent and a good provider while still treating his woman like a queen and respecting her own hopes and dreams.\n\nI watched sadly as the changes overtook him. It was hard to tell the mental changes had occurred but there was a shift in his posture and his demeanor. There was an intensity in his eyes. A newfound intelligence worked in those beautiful grey eyes of his.\n\n\"You.... you just...\" Derek stared at me equal parts amazed and scared. \"You changed my thoughts! You can't do that! Wait, whatever you did reverse it!\"\n\nI tried, but suddenly I couldn't. I frowned, and tried again, nothing. Experimentally I tried to change his physique again, this time I added a few inches of height.\n\n\"I can't,\" I admitted, ashamed. \"Maybe I can't reverse changes?\"\n\n\"Tell me what you changed!\" Derek demanded angrily. \"What the fuck did you do to my mind?\"\n\nAs soon as he demanded me to explain I did. I didn't even think or hesitate, I told him everything I changed and how. When I finished I had an idea what was happening.\n\n\"You told me I couldn't.\" I blurted out. \"And you changed me. Now I literally can't change your mind, unless you tell me I can.\"\n\nDerek frowned, but he believed me. Apparently my old change that he believe me was still in effect.\n\n\"So if I told you too,\" He pondered as I looked at him. \"You could change me back?\"\n\n\"Yes, and I would.\" I said plainly and honestly. \" But was anything I did so bad?\"\n\nDerek thought about it. While he thought I noticed he was playing with my height. I gained and lost probably a half dozen inches both ways, he was realizing he could change me too. I didn't interrupt him and let him experiment. It felt kind of nice to know he was controlling me.\n\n\"No,\" Derek finally admitted. \"In fact it seems l like exactly the kind of things I would need to meet the woman of my dreams. So... why?\"\n\n\"What?\" I was honestly confused. \"Why what?\"\n\n\"Why not just change me... Well, I mean I guess if we can change each other we can cooperate and get what we want.\" Derek shrugged. \"I mean we could abuse this and just make a submissive slutty slave out of the other person, but why when we can make ourselves into the type of guys who can get any woman we want? Besides you are still my best bud, I couldn't do that to you.\"\n\nI nodded dumbly, that wasn't why I hadn't changed him, but it was close. He thought of me as a best friend he wouldn't abuse. I... I just loved him too much to change who he was. Besides I didn't want a submissive partner I could control I wanted him to want me.\n\n\"Okay change me first and then I'll do you.\" Derek said with a grin. Over the next two hours we tweaked his looks, he even gave me back the ability to modify his mind and had me tweak his mind. By the end he was a wonderfully caring and communicative man who was humble and selfless who also spoke a dozen languages, played three instruments, and could drive or fly just about any vehicle on the planet. I wondered why he didn't do more but he said he was happy and shrugged."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Lisa lost a friendly wager w/ her FWB/roommate Jeff. Her side of the bet: she swallows his cum “on demand” for an entire month, but can’t ‘demand’ BJ’s so much her jaw gets sore. She didn’t realize he jacks off / regularly comes 2-3x/day, so she “gets” to swallow LOTS more than she’d expected!! | [
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"content": "Lisa's head slumped into her hands as the Seahawks kicked the game-winning field goal. She sighed in disbelief. It seemed like a sure thing - hold a two-score lead for ONE measly quarter and $100 could have been hers. Instead, she'd ended up on the losing end of, in retrospect, a really dumb bet.\n\nShe looked over at Jeff, who had, naturally, a shit-eating grin stretching from ear-to-ear. And why not? His team won, he saved $100, and he now had a month of cum-swallowing privileges from his roommate. They'd lived together since graduating college a year ago, but their relationship had only become sexual in the last few months. A few too many drinks at 3AM on a Saturday led to hooking up, and things progressed from there. They weren't serious or anything - both dated and slept around with others - but neither had qualms about using the other for sex after last call at the bars, or whenever. \"Hey, come on, it won't be that bad,\" Jeff said, laughing at her displeasure.\n\n\"Not for you it won't,\" Lisa fired back. \"You get to fucking shoot your jizz.\"\n\n\"You love it anyway,\" Jeff retorted. She rolled her eyes in response. \"A bit different when I'm actually, like, in charge of where and when. And you know I didn't really think there's any chance you'd win this.\" Jeff laughed and stood up from the couch to walk back to his room. \"Blame the Chiefs defense then!\" he yelled from the hallway.\n\nLisa sighed. He wasn't completely wrong. She did have a bit of a cum fetish. But Jeff, well, he just had a tendency to take a good thing and ruin it by constantly acting like a dick. Annoyed, she put on her coat and headed outside to hit the bar.\n\n\\---\n\nIt was only early evening when Lisa got back to the apartment, and she was only a little tipsy from some light drinking with her girlfriends. As she set her keys down on the table she noticed Jeff standing at the stove, cooking ramen wearing a t-shirt and boxers. \"Dude, come on, we talked about this,\" Lisa said, annoyed. \"You have to wear pants, I could have had someone with me.\"\n\n\"But you don't,\" Jeff said with a smirk. \"Besides, it's better that I'm not.\"\n\n\"And why's that?\"\n\n\"Because I'm ready to cum.\"\n\nLisa looked down at Jeff's bulge. Sure enough, he looked hard as a rock, his erection pushing against the oven door handle, forming a neat tent in his boxers. She raised an eyebrow. \"How'd that happen?\" Jeff shrugged. \"Random chance, I guess.\"\n\nShe set her bag down and dutifully made her way into the kitchen, resting her hand on Jeff's bulge. \"I can't say I'm not a little impressed.\" He smirked. She knelt down on the kitchen tiles and lowered his boxers. His dick sprang out, bobbling up and down before Lisa took it in her hand. A drop of precum oozed out onto her palm. She lightly stroked him a few times before pressing her lips against his tip, teasing him slightly with a flick of her tongue.\n\nWith one motion she took his cock into her mouth, gagging only slightly at the girth of his fully engorged cock. The warmth of Lisa's mouth made Jeff let out a soft moan. He put his hand in Lisa's hair as she started to suck, saliva and precum coating his shaft with each thrust.\n\nSure enough, Jeff was ready to cum, and it only took a minute or so before Lisa felt his balls tense up. She picked up the pace to push him over the edge, and his knees buckled slightly as he orgasmed - ropes of gooey cum pulsating out, filling Lisa's tongue and throat. She was careful to swallow every drop, not wanting to make a mess. As she stood and wiped her lips she got sassy again - \"I hope they're all that quick. And your food's burnt.\"\n\n\\---\n\nIt was about a week later and Lisa had become accustomed to their new routine. Jeff, horny and perverted as ever, was cumming in Lisa's mouth around three times a day. Usually once in the morning (Jeff liked to jerk off in the shower to start his day), once in the evening (when Lisa came home from work Jeff would be pent up, ready to release), and once late at night (he said he needed to cum in order to fall asleep). At first, Lisa made an effort to be a good slut and participate in each one, at least talking dirty if not finishing him off herself. But as the days went on, and it became apparent to Lisa that this was apparently just how much Jeff ejaculated each day, she became more non-chalant about it. She'd stay up at night reading or watching TV, barely losing focus when Jeff came by to shoot his load down her throat.\n\nShe'd always known he liked to jerk off at night. She could hear the porn blasting through his headphones and the soft thwap of his hand against his groin. The only difference was that nowadays, he'd put his headphones down, tiptoe over to Lisa's room dick-in-hand, and wake her up. She'd sit up and open wide, waiting patiently for the cum to splatter the roof of her mouth.\n\nOne night, hearing Jeff's masturbation session for nearly an hour, she got out of bed and burst open his door, catching him in the act. Surprised, he pulled off his headphones and clumsily closed his tabs - a bunch of weird orgies, it looked like. \"What the fuck?\" he yelled.\n\n\"Can't you just fuck me?\" Lisa demanded.\n\nJeff paused. \"Haven't you been sleeping with that other guy? What was his name? Chris?\"\n\n\"Yeah, so?\"\n\n\"I- I dunno, I just figured you were, you know, satisfied from that.\"\n\n\"Um... I am... It's just... You might as well...\"\n\nThey stared at eachother for a few seconds before Jeff shut his laptop and stood up and walked over to Lisa.\n\n\"Get on the bed,\" he said matter-of-factly. She bounced over and laid back on his comforter. \"Why now?\" he asked, kicking his pants off his ankles.\n\n\"Uh, I'm just... super horny... and tired of this stupid bet where you get off all the time,\" she replied as she lifted her sweatshirt over her head. Her breasts were momentarily caught in the elastic, bouncing slightly as the shirt went over them. Jeff stared, his glistening cock twitching at the site. He put one hand on Lisa's thigh and slid her panties down past her knees. Spreading her legs, he held his dick and positioned himself to penetrate when she stopped him with a hand on his chest--\"Wait. Go down on me first.\"\n\nJeff obediently knelt down to do as told, kissing her pussy and lightly rubbing it with his tongue, slowly stroking his own cock in the meantime. Lisa softly moaned in pleasure, massaging Jeff's hair and neck and gently thrusting her hips. \"Harder,\" she whispered. Jeff upped the pressure, pressing his tongue firmly against her clit, then slipping his index finger into her wet hole. \"Fuck, that's it...\"\n\nShe continued to thrust against his face, grinding against his chin, grabbing the sheets with both hands as Jeff stuck his fingers deep inside her, hitting her g-spot and sending waves of pleasure through her whole body. As her orgasm built she started to pant, her legs and ass forming fine beads of sweat from the thrusting, until finally it erupted--causing Lisa to scream in ecstasy, her legs quivering as she climaxed. When she settled down she looked down at Jeff, his face wet with her glistening juices. She smiled at him coyly. \"How's my cum taste?\" He grinned and pushed her back on the bed.\n\nLisa's breath stopped for a moment as Jeff buried his cock in her soaking pussy--he was pretty well endowed but felt especially girthy tonight. He thrust smoothly, at a moderate pace, already on the brink of cumming himself. She locked eyes and held his hips in her hands. \"Fuck, I want that cum.\" He grunted, thrusting faster and faster, balls slapping below her labia. \"Cum inside me, Jeff.\"\n\nThat was enough to send him over the edge. Jeff leaned up and grunted loudly as he shot wads of cum into Lisa, filling her womb and spilling out onto her thighs, dripping down onto her pelvis and stomach as he pulled out. Instinctively she grabbed a gob of his semen with her finger and licked it off. Jeff rolled over and collapsed on her side.\n\nLisa stood up, letting the cum drip down her leg. \"See you in the morning,\" she said as she left his room, cum spilling out onto the floor. \"Better have a full load ready.\"\n\nJeff mumbled back, his face buried in a pillow. \"Yeah, yeah...\""
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"content": "I like to think of myself as a heroine. By day, I live a normal, boring life. By night, I deal with problems. And I enjoy it, of course! I even have superpowers: I can see a number over everybody's head, telling me just how aroused they are. If I see a big number and it doesn't go down, it's a problem for them. It is my duty, of course, to deal with it.\n\nThough honestly, I'm probably just a slut.\n\nLike any superhero, I have a costume. It's highly functional, too! Ever since I got my power, I know exactly what makes numbers go up. Lots of makeup, but mostly subtle. People seem to like it when I'm \"accidentally\" sexy, so I do exactly that: White blouse, black miniskirt, and stockings. Almost as if I'm just returning from work. With an outfit that can barely fit me, of course.\n\nI'm looking for pent-up desires. Those are relatively rare, since most people know how to take care of themselves. Of course, that means there's a precious few that I'm after. Crowds are a good way to find them, so I step into the subway station and scan the crowd. Twenty, eighteen, seven, twenty-three... sixty-eight! Sixty-eight with no fluctuations. A perfect target, god only knows how long he's been holding it in.\n\nI swim through the crowd after him. Numbers rise around me, mostly men, but a few women too. It doesn't matter, since this man has the highest one in my sight. He hasn't even noticed me yet! Think of how much higher it can go. He seems young, probably working his first office job. Tired looking, a bit of stubble, and of course a lot of lust in reserve. He boards a train, heading West. The train is crowded, since it's a rather popular route. I board just behind him, and stand next to him.\n\nHe's scrolling something on his phone. I bump into him, making it seem like an accident. My shoulder knocks into his back. Sixty-nine. Just from the touch. I tiptoe, and whisper into his ear. \"Sorry.\" Seventy, seventy-one. Just from my voice.\n\nHe looks up from his phone, and turns his head. I make eye contact, and smile. Seventy-seven. I undo one button on my blouse, drawing his attention. Eighty-Nine. \"Do you want me? I'm on the pill.\" I ask. He's almost totally gone.\n\n\"No Nut November,\" he faintly whispers.\n\nOh. That bothersome thing. \"It doesn't count if I do it for you,\" I reply. It doesn't matter what I say. I reach for his crotch and stroke it through his pants. One hundred. At this point, he will agree to anything.\n\n\"Yes,\" he groans.\n\nI tell him to wait for the next stop - I don't have invisibility, after all. He rises to one hundred and ten. We get off, and scramble to the bathroom. We get in the handicap stall together. Nobody notices us, I think. He wastes no time. My skirt is elastic, so he doesn't tear it as he pulls it off. No panties, for convenience. The blouse stays on, and he gropes my tits through it. One hundred and thirty.\n\nHe unzips his pants in a hurry. I bend over at the waist, invitingly. I can't see his number now, but I roughly know what it is. Even if the stall door opened, he wouldn't stop now. The most desperate men are always the roughest with their thrusting, and I love it. I cover my mouth so as not to moan loudly. Another job well done."
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Write a story using this writing prompt: Elves are master diplomats. They will do Anything to secure a treaty | [
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"content": "It was a historic day in the city of Elonar. The elven capital had always kept its gates closed to orc visitors. Even when the two very different races joined together to battle against the demon invasion, it had been a fragile alliance. There had been years and years of war between the two races before they were forced to band together against a common enemy, so it was only ten years after the initial truce that a small group of orcs set foot in the city.\n\nXurek Bloodmaw and a few of his trusted warriors were currently marching up to the enormous elven palace. The large orcs were clad in only loincloths, a stark contrast to the elegantly dressed elves they passed along the way. Xurek looked especially out of place. Every bit of his body was built for battle, not the lavish life of the elven nobility. He was nothing but pure muscle, gleaming in sweat from the long journey. As he walked, the locals whispered to each other on how absolutely brutish he looked. They tried to avoid looking at the large piece of meat just barely being contained in the orc’s loincloth, threatening to burst free at any second from its flimsy confines.\n\nXurek hesitated briefly when he was asked to surrender his battleaxe to the palace guards. He still did so, knowing he must put on a display of strength for his people, and he stepped into the massive throne room without any of his troops. Politics weren’t exactly his area of expertise, but he figured he could stomach these haughty elves for a brief time at least. He fixed his eyes on the figure sitting on the throne as he approached her. The night elf queen looked incredibly bored as he walked in, but her expression soon lit up when she saw who her visitor was. \n\n“Warlord Xurek!” the purple-skinned elf practically shouted. “How delightful! You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this! You wouldn’t believe how dull being queen can be sometimes! I swear, if one more noble approaches me to help plan their latest party.”\n\n“Greetings Queen Trysmiar,” the orc said, pounding his arm across his chest in his clan’s traditional welcome. \n\n“Oh, enough with that formal nonsense. You can call me Kiera darling!” the queen stood up from her seat and started to approach her visitor. Xurek tensed as he noticed the dagger she was absently spinning in one of her hands. Even though she was wearing a form-fitting white dress, the queen was still armed, and the orc hadn’t missed the two guards standing on either side of the throne. The warchief stayed wary while the beautiful elven lady drew closer. Although it wasn't all due to the woman's combat process. Something about her just seemed...intimidating to the battle-hardened orc.\n\n“Very well... Kiera,” the orc said awkwardly. It felt a bit strange to be so casual in this type of situation. He had only been warchief for a few years, but something about all this seemed different than he’d expected.\n\n“You do remember when we met, don’t you?” the queen said, her voice sweet as honey. “Back during the peace accords?”\n\nXurek nodded, still looking down at her dagger as it twirled around. He remembered seeing the elf before she had been crowned queen. Back then, the younger Kiera had given him a sly grin while doing the same nonchalant twirling of her blades. Before she had been queen, she was renowned for slaying some of the most powerful demons and getting away without a scratch, so Xurek had only felt unease at that meeting. Rumor had it that the elf had trouble leaving the thrill of combat behind.\n\n“Is this making you uncomfortable?” Kiera brought him back to the present. She held her ornate golden dagger up for him to see, and he brought his hand to a fist. They were just a few feet away by now, but the elven queen just gave him a cheeky grin before tossing her dagger to the side. The clang echoed through the throneroom. “Don’t worry, you’re my friend now. There’s nothing I won’t do to make sure you’re comfortable here.”\n\nXurek didn’t know what to make of the sly wink that followed that last statement, so he just cleared his throat and got to business. “That is....good to know. But it would make me more comfortable if you were to agree to the terms of our deal. That is why I came all this way after all.”\n\n“Right to business then?” Kiera said, sounding a bit disappointed. “Very well, but I asked you all the way here so you could finally see reason. Yes, it is a large area of land for each of us, but your clan has no use for the crystal mines. We need those crystals, and you need our *fertile elven* farmland, so I don’t see why the size of the plots should matter.” Xurek raised an eyebrow at the queen’s tone when she discussed her farmland. It was...an odd thing to mention.\n\n“Yes, but we know how valuable those mines are,” the warchief stood firm. “Your offer is simply not enough. And if you have nothing further to offer up, I do not see the sense in this meeting.” He started to question whether coming all this way was worth it. He knew the elves would be stubborn. \n\n“Nothing else to offer?” Kiera had a mischievous glint in her eye, causing the orc’s guard to raise once again. He was at a loss for what to do when he saw her dark purple eyes wander down to his crotch and linger there. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to...sweeten the deal?”\n\nXurek’s face turned from confusion to embarrassment as the toned elven woman slowly began to remove her dress. The battle-hardened orc had been prepared for an intense argument, not the slow unveiling of the perky elven tits right in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t think of anything to say before the dress came all the way off. The woman was in incredible shape as one might expect from an assassin, more of a lean appearance to his bulky one. She soon had everything on display for him, not even bothering to cover her exposed pussy. The queen just put her hands on her hips in a pose for him before slowly lowering down onto her knees.\n\n“I...uhh...you…” the orc stammered, completely out of his element with a gorgeous naked lady submitting to him like this. She just grinned widely at his reaction. \n\n“We don’t have to decide on anything now…she said, not even hesitating to reach out and grab the orc’s enormous green cock from under his loincloth. He just gasped at the feeling of her silky smooth hands running up and down his shaft. Before long, the purple woman was hungrily inspecting his length, looking it up and down like it was a midday snack.\n\nKiera used one hand to cup the massive orcish balls, and she seemed to get even more excited when she felt how full and heavy they were. She massaged the orc’s huge, cum-churning testicles to the satisfied grunts and groans of the warchief.\n\n“Oh you poor thing...you’re so backed up,” she said with a hint of naughtiness in her voice. “There must be so much spunk backed up in those nuts...when was the last time you blew your load in some orc slut?” She looked up at Xurek sympathetically, only to see his face redden deeply. She cocked her head slightly as she read the orc’s expression, and it just reddened even more in her gaze.\n\nKiera’s eyes widened. “Could it be that the fierce Warchief Bloodmaw is still a virgin?”"
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"content": "disclaimers: *possession, probably some emotional baggage*\n\nMy first thought upon pulling up to Mina's new house was how large it was! No one ever doubted she would do well after high school, but when her name started popping up in scientific journals and she started making more and more tv interviews we were unbelievably impressed with her.\n\nI pulled into the driveway of the opulent house in my beat-up Caddy, hoping like hell it would not leak oil onto the driveway. I walked up the steps and, after a minute to compose myself, knocked on the door.\n\n\"Come in!\" I heard from a distance as the door opened by itself. I looked for some kind of sensor on my way in but saw nothing. The house continued to impress as I walked into the living room where a small tray of snacks had been laid out on the coffee table.\n\n\"Have a seat, Eric, I'll be right down!\" I heard distantly again. I raised an eyebrow as Mina's recognizable voice felt like it could be heard from everywhere at once. Must be the acoustics...\n\nI obeyed, eyeing the snacks instead of glancing at my phone.\n\n\"Try one! No wait, try exactly three and a half crackers!\" What? I obeyed, breaking a cracker in half before popping them all into my mouth. \"You know what? Make it three and eight ninths\"\n\nI broke the cracker again, unsure of how I'd measured it, but certain it was perfect before adding it to the melting cracker mess in my mouth.\n\n\"Oh my God, it's working!\" Mina cheered...before appearing right in front of me. I don't mean she entered the room. I mean she just kinda materialized before my eyes. It should be noted that she was wearing nothing at all and that her darker, perkier nipples could easily be seen.\n\n\"Ah, Mina! What the?\" I shot up.\n\nShe reached out and touched my head. \"Feel an incredible sense of ease\" I did as if someone had slipped me happy pills. I sat back down.\n\n\"How....what?\"\n\n\"Oh don't worry, I didn't just call you over to fun around. You see, after a lab accident, which was totally not my fault!\" she turned to shouting for a sec. \"Stupid Kevin, anyway. My molecular structure now treats physics more like suggestions than law. I'm a ghost!\"\n\n\"A...ghost\" I mumbled, still feeling like someone had set my nervous system to auxiliary power.\n\n\"Mmmhmm and, well, when I woke up last night realizing that I could walk through walls, disappear, and fly, I didn't really have anyone close enough anymore to share the craziness with. You were one of my last best friends.\"\n\n\"...thanks\" Was it time for a nap?\n\n\"I heard you didn't really land on your feet like the rest of us. So I decided! I'm going to use my awesome new powers to help you out!\"\n\n\"Wha? I'm...Fine\" Blissful or not, I didn't like where this was going.\n\nShe walked *into* me before continuing. \"Stand up and head to your car. We're going for a ride.\" I obeyed"
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Write a story using this writing prompt: He knew how naive his wife was. She seemed to believe virtually anything anyone told her like it was gospel truth. She just couldn't help it seemingly. When he was invited to her family reunion though, to his surprise, he found out that her naivete seemed to be hereditary. | [
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"content": "Jason walked up to Jenn's parents' house and rang the doorbell. He heard footsteps storming to the door and saw Jess, Jenn's younger sister, open the door.\n\n\"Hi Jason!\" she yelled as she hugged him tightly. They'd seen each other a few times and Jenn had started to like Jason a lot.\n\n\"Hey Jess, nice seeing you again\", he replied. Jason loved his wife to death, but that didn't stop him from looking at attractive women. So too he looked at Jess, who reminded him of a younger version of his own wife. But he would never fuck someone else, unless his wife somehow was OK with it. They both went inside and greeted the rest of the family, Jenn's parents and their two other daughters, Jane and June, who came back from college to be with the family over the summer.\n\n\"Dinner's almost ready\", Jason's mother in law said, \"go watch some television while I put everything on the table.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\nJason walked over to the couch area where the three sisters were once again chilling on the couch. He sat down on the other couch, next to Jess. He noticed \"The Truman Show\" was on the television.\n\n\"I wonder how Truman acted once he came back into the real world\", Jane said. \"Must have been really hard to adapt.\"\n\nJason was confused. \"What do you mean?\" he asked.\n\n\"Well you know, this movie is all recorded with hidden camera's and he didn't know his life was staged, so I was wondering if he managed to adapt to the real world easily\", Jane explained.\n\nThe four sisters looked at Jason and smiled. \"Oh, I see\", Jason said puzzled. He knew Jenn was gullible as hell, but he was starting to think her sisters might be equally gullible so he put them through a little test.\n\n\"I read somewhere that he sued the company that made the movie and is now living in a mansion with the money he got\", he retorted.\n\n\"Yeah, that makes sense\", all of them muttered through each other.\n\n\"Oh my,\" Jason thought, \"they're all as gullible as Jess. I wonder what I can make them do.\"\n\n&#x200B;\n\n\"Dinner is served\", their mom came in to interrupt. Everyone got up and sat down at the table.\n\n\"I've heard that women below thirty take in less calories if they eat dinner naked because they can exude more through their skin\", Jason suddenly said.\n\nJess got up from her chair and undid her dress before her mother could react: \"Jessica, we have guests!\"\n\nJess stood there silently in her underwear.\n\n\"It's OK, misses Doopabel. Because I'm married to your daughter, I'm technically family and the bible says to not feel shame for your family\", Jason said. He knew this moment would be make or break for the rest of the day.\n\n\"Ah yes, that makes sense, Jason,\" she replied. \"Fine Jessebel, if you wish to take off your clothing, I shall not stop you.\"\n\nJess reached behind her back and let her bra fall to the floor. Before Jason could admire her magnificent breasts, she put both her thumbs on her hips and lowered her panties in one quick motion. Her completely shaved pussy was on display for the entire room. Jason stared at her beauty, but tried not to linger too long.\n\nSuddenly, the other three sisters got up and took off their clothes. Jason feasted his eyes on their naked bodies and couldn't believe he'd actually gotten away with it.\n\nThe rest of dinner went on rather uneventful, although Jason looked over at each of the sisters every so often, shifting his rock hard cock around in his pants every now and then.\n\nOnce they were finished, Jess asked: \"Jason, do you also know how long after dinner we should remain naked?\"\n\n\"Yes, it's at least two to three hours to ensure you digest everything properly\", he replied.\n\n\"Ok thanks! I guess we'll just hang out in the living room in the mean time\", she said as she walked off. The other three sisters followed Jess and Jason looked at their butts as they left the room.\n\n\"We're just gonna do the dishes and clean up, go relax with the girls\", miss Doopabel said. Jason walked over to the living room where the girls were sitting and sat down.\n\n\"Listen, I've read somewhere that if a guy has sex with his wife's sisters, it improves the overall health of everyone involved significantly and makes them lose weight\", Jason said confidently although deep down he was hesitant.\n\n\"Really? Jenn, please please please let your husband fuck me\", Jess begged.\n\n\"Oh my god, Jessica! Have you even had sex yet?\" Jenn asked.\n\n\"Well only with myself, but it's good for our health and weight apparently! Please Jenn\", Jess continued to beg.\n\n\"I mean, I guess it's good for our health but I'd feel kind of strange if you guys had sex with my husband\", she replied.\n\n\"Oh babe don't worry, I'm only gonna do it for the health benefit, you know how I'm always eating healthy and stuff. Plus they're your sisters, it's not like I'm really cheating on you, I'm just helping out your family\", he stated.\n\n\"Yeah I guess that makes sense, just take them to their room when you do it\", she said.\n\nJason couldn't believe what he just witnessed. He was gonna have sex with a gorgeous young lady and possibly her two other sisters as well. He reached out his hand to Jess, who grabbed it eagerly as he accompanied her upstairs. The minute Jason entered Jess' room, she started undressing him impatiently. He let her take off his clothes and after only thirty seconds, he was completely naked in front of his wife's sister.\n\n\"Are you sure you wanna do this, Jess? You do realise I'm gonna take your virginity, right?\" Jason asked as he started to feel a bit guilty for misleading the girls.\n\n\"Oh Jason, I've wanted to jump your bones since the first time I saw you with my sister. Besides, I'm heading off to college after the summer and I might as well have my first time be with someone experienced\", she confessed. Without waiting for an answer, she got on her knees and started licking Jason's cock. It didn't take her long after and Jason moaned as his penis entered his sister in law's mouth. About a minute after, he stopped her and said: \"Jeesh, the way you're going, I'm gonna have to stop you or explode in your mouth.\"\n\n\"Maybe tomorrow, I bet a lot of college boys are gonna want me to swallow. Right now though, I need your nice cock in my cunt\", she said firmly.\n\nJason couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, he'd always thought she was so innocent and here she was, explaining everything so explicitly.\n\n\"Can you go down on me before you take my virginity?\" Jess asked. \"I've done it with a few of my girlfriends, but I'm hoping you'll be better.\"\n\n\"Oh Jess, you're a naughty little minx, aren't you?\" Jason asked rhetorically. Jess simply blushed as she got on the bed. He crawled between her legs and started licking her clit.\n\n\"Oh my\", Jess muttered as her words turned into moans.\n\nJason added a finger and slowly inserted it in her vagina, quickly adding another finger when he noticed how easily it went inside of her. His other hand went to her magnificent breasts and played with her nipple as he continued to lick her pussy.\n\n\"Oh fuck Jason, this feels so much better than when my girlfriends did it, keep going\", she said as she put her hand on his head, running her fingers through his hair. Jason kept up the tempo and was now vigorously fingerbanging her. Suddenly Jess started breathing more heavily and moaning louder and louder until suddenly she yelled, \"Fuck, I'm cumming so hard!\"\n\nJason could feel her pussy contracting around his fingers and a small splash of her juices squirted out of her pussy. He continued to pleasure his sister in law until he saw she was coming down from the high of her climax.\n\n\"That ... was ... amazing\", Jess said between her breaths. She finally caught her breath and said, \"Now fuck me like there's no tomorrow, enter my dirty little cunt and take my virginity.\""
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