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[ { "role": "user", "content": "A woman who’d been hypnotised into a sex slave manages to escape her captor, gets them put away for life and gets herself deprogrammed. Now, months later, she still occasionally catches herself in the middle of some odd idiosyncrasies." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "She was almost herself again.\n\n\nThat crazy bitch had been put away, with no chance at parole. The hypnotist had worked tirelessly with her until almost all of the programming had been removed. He’d even smoothed over the memories of the trauma - not erased them, but made it so she couldn’t quite remember specifics. She knew horrible things had been done to her, but she didn’t have to relive them during every waking moment. At her therapist’s suggestion, she had started smoking pot, and the nightmares had almost stopped too. She was fixed, as much as she could be. She just had one little hangup, one little leftover that nobody had been able to correct.\n\n\nShe dialed with unsteady fingers, having to retry twice as her trembling digit tapped the wrong part of her phone. Her other hand worked rapidly between her legs, tiny slick noises audible as she rubbed over her clit.\n\n\nShe listened as it rang, once, twice, three times, desperately praying. *Please pick up, please pick up…*\n\n\nIt finally clicked, and she let out a shaky sigh of relief as a sleepy female voice mumbled, “M’yeah…?”\n\n\n“H-Hey, Kate. It’s me.” She tried not to pant into the phone, her breathing ragged.\n\n\n“Oh, hey Em.” She heard a yawn. “Shoulda figured.”\n\n\n“I know it’s late, sorry. Did- did I wake you?”\n\n\n“Don’t worry about it.” \n\n\nThat meant yes, and she winced. “Sorry...”\n\n\n“Really, don’t worry. You need it, right?”\n\n\n“Y-Yes,” she said, trying and failing to keep the breathy desire out her voice.\n\n\n“Couldn’t wait till tomorrow, huh?” Kate sounded amused. “Did you find something that got you all riled up?”\n\n\nShe felt her face grow hot from more than just arousal. “N-Not really… just lost track of time.”\n\n\n“Mm.” Kate yawned again, this time away from the phone. “Just tell me when.”\n\n\nShe had been holding herself near the edge for a while, but she needed to be *right there*. Her hand started to move faster, rubbing firm circles over her clit as the pressure built to the breaking point. A low moan slipped from between her lips, and she flushed even hotter.\n\n\n“Sorry…”\n\n\n“No, it’s okay. It’s… I dunno, kinda cute.” Kate was more or less completely straight, and only did this out of the goodness of her heart. She was very, very grateful, and tried to make what was effectively phone sex with her friend as painless as possible. Waking her up in the middle of the night and moaning into her ear was not exactly working towards that goal, but she was so close she couldn’t bring herself to care. She’d feel bad later. Right now, she had to come.\n\n\n“I’m- fuck- I’m there-” she gasped, clutching tightly at the phone as her body tensed, teetering on the brink, her fingers moving furiously.\n\n\n“You can come,” Kate murmured.\n\n\nHer back arched off the bed as she tipped over the edge, pulling the phone away from her mouth just in time as she cried out. Her stomach tensed and spasmed, her thighs twitching as the pleasure crashed over her. After a few moments, she flopped to the bed, her heart pounding, giving herself a few last rubs as the aftershocks made her muscles contract.\n\n\nShe took a while to catch her breath before lifting the phone back to the side of her head, feeling hazy and relaxed. “Thank you.”\n\n\n“No problem. Just don’t make a habit of doing it this late, yeah?”\n\n\n“Yeah,” she mumbled. “Sorry, again.”\n\n\n“You know I wouldn’t leave you hanging.” Kate stifled another yawn. “Crap, I do need to sleep though. I’ll talk to you later. Take care of yourself.” \n\n\n“Night, Kate.”\n\n\n“Night, Em.”\n\n\nThe call ended, and she let the phone drop to her side, surprised to find that she was smiling a little. As much as she wished it wasn’t necessary, she did kind of appreciate these calls. It showed how much her friend cared for her that she was willing to do this strange task, the one that only Kate was capable of. \n\n\nIt had been a complete accident how they'd figured it out. In the later stages of recovering, she had been constantly horny, out of her mind with need and unable to bring herself to climax. The people working to help her had tried their best, but nothing seemed to work. Even though they could force her to come with a Sybian, those orgasms just took the edge off, never truly satisfied the *hunger*. She had thought she was going to go insane until Kate had invited her out one night, trying to take her mind off things. \n\n\n“You can come with me-” had been all that it took for her to cream her panties right in front of her friend, dropping to the ground as months of denied pleasure ripped through her body. Kate had understandably thought she was having a seizure, but she’d managed to stop the 911 call in time. Explaining what had just happened was a little more difficult.\n\n\nSomething about Kate’s voice - even though it didn’t sound quite the same as *her* - had the tones necessary to unlock that part of her brain. Recordings didn’t cut it, and though she'd tried with the hypnotist, Kate wasn’t able to undo the mental block. She could only open it up for a brief, perfect moment. Despite mutual awkwardness, Kate agreed to... give her permission, when she asked for it.\n\n\nAfter a while, it became routine for the two of them. Kate expected those breathy, needy calls every so often, and she took them in stride. The words were innocuous enough that it didn't matter who else heard them, and she liked being able to help her friend. It would be more difficult if either of them ever got into a relationship, but they’d make it work.\n\n\nIt could have been worse, really. Just one little hangup. \n\n\n--------\n\n\nAll comments and criticisms are appreciated." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A freak accident during an experiment changes you into a girl. Unbeknownst to you, you also started giving off pheromones that make guys aggressively horny around you." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I sighed as I paced around the small exam room, all that covered me was a thin paper gown. I wandered past the mirror for the hundredth time, and took a quick look again. I barely saw anything that resembled me in the reflection.\n\nI had been a big guy, 6'1\", fairly well muscled, buzzed red hair, a short beard. I had prided myself on my looks, to a degree. Now all of that was gone. Kind of. The image that was reflected was still attractive, but... it wasn't me.\n\nIt was a woman, to begin with. She had more hair than I ever did, even if it was still fairly short for a girl. It was closer to... a pixie cut, I thought I remembered it being called. Her eyes were the same green mine had been, but seemed bigger, so much more expressive. Her nose was smaller, more like my mom's than my old man's. She had such plump lips, the kind that were perfect for kissing, or for...\n\nI shook my head, slightly startled that she imitated the movement. Her skin was a bit paler than mine, for some reason. I supposed it could be chalked up to the same thing that had made my hair grow. I had also shrunk by nearly a foot, now only standing at 5'3\". My eyes continued down to my chest, the large breasts that were barely hidden by the gown. I could see my nipples poking through, the cold room hardening them up. I was curvy, now. A perfect figure, I reckoned. I would have killed to get with a woman who looked like I now did.\n\nI jumped, turning from my self inspection as I heard the door open. I saw the doctor walking in. I had seen him briefly over the last couple of hours. I saw his eyes on my ass as I turned. I couldn't really blame him, on one level, but Jesus...\n\n\"Mr. Driscoll,\" Dr. Wright said. \"Sorry for the delay. As you can imagine, there's a lot we need to go over in this case.\" \n\n\"Sure,\" I said. \"I guess. Have you figured out a way to turn me back?\" \n\n\"Not yet,\" Wright said. \"The drugs you were exposed to were never intended to do anything like this. We have no idea exactly what happened. For now, we've decided we need to figure out exactly how extensive the changes are.\"\n\n\"Sure. Okay,\" I said. I watched as he moved to the exam table. \n\n\"I'll need you to hop up and place your legs in the stirrups.\"\n\n\"What?!\" I asked, looking at the devices on the exam table.\n\n\"It's the only way.\" Wright said. I could swear I could feel him undressing me with his eyes. I just wasn't sure if that was real or in my mind. \"The more information we can collect, the better.\"\n\nI sighed, and moved toward the table as he washed his hands. I hopped up, then took a few moments to steel myself. I watched him pull out a pair of gloves and put them on, then stop to watch me. I took a long, slow breath and placed my feet into the stirrups. I laid my head back on the table, closing my eyes. I felt so exposed...\n\nI could hear Dr. Wright shuffling around, then could practically feel him approaching me. He grabbed my feet and adjusted the position of my legs a bit. \"I'm going to begin, if that's alright?\" \n\n\"S-sure,\" I said. \"Go ahead, I guess.\" \n\nAfter a few seconds, I felt his fingers probing at me. He poked around my new crotch for a few moments, stretching and prodding at me. He then found what I assumed was my clit from the sensations that him prodding it gave me. A small, involuntary moan slipped out, and my eyes shot open. I looked at him, saw his raised eyebrows, and saw him meet my eyes. After a few moments, he went back to prodding me. \n\nThis time, a finger slipped into me. The sensation was so strange, so foreign... and for some reason, my body was reacting to it. \"I... could we take a break?\" I asked. \n\n\"I doubt stopping the examination would help. It would just provide opportunity for you to psych yourself out. I suggest pressing on.\" Wright said. \n\nI took a deep breath, and nodded. \"Okay,\" I said. My voice felt small. \n\nHe went back to it, his finger inside of me and probing. I felt is slip in and out a few times, then another finger joined it. His thumb moved to my clit and rubbed it while he fingered me. \n\nIt felt wrong... \"Um, doctor?\" I asked. \n\nHe didn't respond. Was he ignoring me because he felt like I was getting in the way of the examination, or...\n\nHe stood up and tugged his pants and boxers down, pulling his dick free. My eyes widened at the site, and my brain took a painfully long time to catch up. By the time it did, he had his hands on my inner thighs and his dick positioned at my pussy.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" I asked, trying to pull my feet free from the stirrups. He grabbed my legs and held them in place. \n\n\"You're so wet, I can tell you want this,\" he said. \n\n\"What?! You can't-\" My argument was cut off as he thrust into me, my words devolving to a moan of shock and, to my shame, pleasure. He started thrusting into me with a vigor that was animalistic. I felt my back arch, jolts of pleasure already shooting through my body. Wright let go of my legs and moved his hands to my body. He tore my paper gown away and tossed it to the ground, then grabbed my breasts and started fondling them. \n\n\"Oh God...\" I said. My words were coming out too breathy. I couldn't gather the strength or air to scream for help. The sensation from my breasts was melding with the pleasure emanating from my pussy being fucked. It felt so... so good.\n\n\"I knew you'd love this. The second I saw you're new body, I knew it was built for sex. You're a hot little slut now, aren't you Driscoll?\"\n\n\"God, please...\" I said, my words still lacking. I was shaking now, my body no longer following my commands or desires.\n\nOr maybe it was, on a level.\n\nI could feel each thrust, each inch of his dick. My pussy squeezed it almost instinctually. It knew what to do, even if I didn't.\n\n\"You're so tight, so eager for this, aren't you?\" Wright asked. \n\n\"Please, stop...\" I said. \"I don't...\" \n\n\"Don't lie, slut. You want this. I can tell.\"\n\nI didn't. I couldn't. This wasn't me, wasn't my body. \n\nI heard the door open and a small gasp escape the lips of the person who entered. \"Dr. Wright? What are you doing?\" It was a nurse who had checked on me periodically since I had been brought in. Cindy, I thought her name was. She walked over and grabbed his shoulders, pulling on him. \"You can't do this, it isn't right.\" \n\n\"Fuck off, bitch!\" Wright said, releasing one of my breasts to push her forcefully. She stumbled back and fell, her back and head connecting with the door. Wright barely stopped fucking me to attack her, and once she was out of the way he went right back to it.\n\nI craned my head to look at her. Still awake, putting herself back together. A few moans escaped me as I watched her stand, fear in her eyes. She left the room quickly. \n\nI could only hope it was to get help. \n\nI could feel Wright picking up the pace, his dick twitching inside me. He moved his hands to my hips and gripped so tightly I was sure it would leave marks. He made one final, large push into me, and I felt him spasm. A warmth spread into my pussy, and in that moment something clicked and I exploded in pleasure. My back arched, my toes curled, and my vision faded. I was gone from the world for... some stretch of time. When I came back to my senses, someone had pulled Wright away from me. Two someones, actually. \n\nTwo orderlies were pulling him out of the room, while Cindy was saying something to me. I could feel his cum leaking out of me, now that his dick wasn't holding it in. \n\nI was shaking in fear and pleasure, and I could barely focus on Cindy's words.\n\nWhat else could happen to me?\n\n(To be continued, maybe)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Demons, hardly monsters of malice, often seek out Mages to bind themselves to. They act as teachers, educating their mage on how to best use their abilities. Such guidance often comes at a price, one some mages are eager to pay" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I finished the last of the runes on the summoning circle, making sure I had crossed my proverbially Ts. The Masters had told me to pick from the list, but when it came to my Patron, I didn’t want something from the book. I wanted something original. Something that was personal. All the great mages had done it. I didn’t think anyone on the Council now had ever had a Standard Patron. If I wanted to be anyone at all, and I did, I would have to get something great, not average. \n\nI sealed the circle with salt, making sure whatever demon I summoned wouldn’t escape without my permission. I took out my ceremonial silver dagger and held it in my palm. I hesitated. Demons were tricky things. My specifications in my summoning circle were clear though. I would get an intelligent, powerful humanoid capable of speech and, of course, the magic I wanted. Any mistakes though and I could summon a fellbeast that would wreak havoc on the Academy. \n\nI took the silver dagger and sliced my palm, the blade so sharp that it took a moment for my skin to realize it had been cut. Slowly, the blood filled my pal, until i tipped it on the edge of the circle. The moment the blood touched the circle, it lit up with arcane magic. The ultraviolet light filled the small study I had reserved. As the blood flowed, more and more of the circle glowed, until finally, the demon’s name in the center ignited with a burst of hellfire. Jaztraxan.\n\nI waved the smoke away from me and saw the silhouette of a woman inside the circle. It had worked! As the arcanic light faded, the woman remained. She was tall, much taller than me, with deep red skin. Besides that, she looked entirely human. Her simple dressed looked like it was from a time long before mine, drapey and by our standards, immodest. \n\n“Who summons me?” she asked, her voice dark and smokey. My skin tingled. \n\n“Alani,” I said, my voice coming out a lot less confident than I had tried for. \n\n“Alani,” she said, stepping closer. She got as close as she could with her feet still inside the circle. I could feel her eyes pour over my body, taking every detail in. If she was a creature of any intelligence, she would be able to tell I was a mage and a student at the Academy. “It’s been a long time since anyone has spoke my name, and even longer since I have been called to aid a mage.”\n\nI bowed my head, my blonde hair covering my face like a curtain. My instructors had told me to do so. “I ask for your teaching and only the knowledge of magic you can provide.”\n\nI lifted my head to find her smiling. Her teeth were sharp and dazzlingly white against her dark skin. “And can you pay the price?” she asked. Her smile grew more dangerous.\n\n“I- I-” I stammered, trying to get my thoughts in order. Those teeth looked very sharp and she was very close. “There were no writings of the cost.” I explained, my cheeks reddening.\n\n“So are you very brave, or very foolish?” she asked, eyeing me critically. It was a risk, I knew. Most of the offerings to the demons were paid in favors, or gold, or blood. I could get my hands on all three if I needed to. \n\n“Very brave,” I said, doubling down. Jaztraxan had helped ancient war mages, great mage artists and rulers of the past. If I was going to leave any mark on the world, I wanted to learn from her. \n\n“Good,” she said. “The price is an orgasm.”\n\nShe was so blunt I tilted my head, not really sure I had heard her. “One- orgasm?” She nodded. “Not a sacrifice? Or gold?” I asked. She shook her head. “From me?” she nodded again. So it was a virgin sacrifice after all.\n\nI stepped up to the salt line. Jaztraxan was a foot taller than me, taller than any human I had ever seen, male or female. My eyes came right to her breast. Her nipples were dark purple through the see-through fabric of her dress. I looked up to her eyes.\n\n“What will it be, little mage?” she asked. I used my foot to break the salt circle. The demon hissed with excitement as she stepped through into our world. She took a step toward me and I stepped back. The chase was on. She approached me with superhuman speed and in a second I was backed up against a wall. \n\n“Don’t be afraid, mage,” she said, “It won’t hurt.” With two clawed hands she shredded the front of my robes so the cloth hung in tatters from me. I gasped in surprise. I was now as naked as she and the differences couldn’t be more obvious. Where her features were dark, mine were pale. Where her breasts and ass were full and curvy, I was nearly flat. Certainly I was disappointing. It didn’t seem to matter to her. Her lips crushed against mine and her hands wandered my body. \n\nHer sharp teeth raked against my breast and I cried out as she trapped my nipple between her white teeth. Her tongue flicked out suddenly and my yelp was replaced with a moan. Her hands overwhelmed me but the attention to my nipples was more than I could bear. My head tipped back as I let her take me. \n\nShe used her height to her advantage and held me against the wall, spreading my legs with hers. She snaked a hand between the crush of our bodies and found my sensitive center. \n\n“Wet already?” she said. “We are going to work well together.” And with that, she plunged a finger into my core. I held my body tight, afraid any movement would have her cut me open. But her claw didn’t feel sharp in me. It felt good. \n\nI moaned out as she fingered me. My eyes watered with my sensitivity. She was overwhelming every sense I had. My orgasm snuck up on me, surprising me. When I called out, it surprised her too. She let me off the wall, and I leaned against it, more tired than I imagined I would be. Demon magic? Perhaps she had taken more than just my virginity with that orgasm.\n\nI watched her forked tongue wrap around her finger, licking my juices off. “Yes,” she said, “we’ll make a great team.” She walked over to the only chair in the room and sat down, spreading her legs wide. “Ready for your next lesson?” Still dazed, I nodded my head. “Good. You’ll need to use your tongue for this one.” I crawled to her, my head finding its place locked between her legs. \n\nAnd so my studies continued. I had a lot to learn." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "She hates you, and you hate her. Fortunately, you discover her ex left extremely powerful hypnotic suggestions within her, and she will obey anything you ask. Time for some sweet revenge." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Richard sat at the conference table stewing, his face drawn tight and his anger barely contained. He was doing everything he could to contain himself but the awkward glances from his peers unfortunate enough to be seated across the table made it clear he wasn’t doing a great job.\n\nEmily continued her report, explaining in excited detail the company restructuring plan. Continuing to detail the shifting of employees and budgets away from his team. Every department was getting an increase in funding, except his. Every department had an increased headcount for next quarter, except his. Every department had increased bonus allotments and retention incentives, except his. It wasn’t a mistake, it was punitive. Richard knew damn well he was the highest performing facility, churning out three units for every two that the next best department managed. He’d never had a project not make profit in the black and he hadn’t missed a profit target in five years.\n\nBut this idiot had convinced the board of directors that his success was only due to overloading his department with resources. That he was bloated. That if they wanted real performance they should trim the fat from him. His lip twisted, imagining how the pretty young idiot must have swayed the board to her side. He knew why she hated him, he didn’t really blame her but that didn’t make him like her. He’d apologized, and she’d decided to hold a grudge and to try and grind the ax. Then he’d retaliated. Then she’d retaliated.\n\nThree years of mutual hatred, undermining, backstabbing, and general bullshit. All because he’d accidentally caught her skirt in a doorway and embarrassed her. It was a stupid accident to hold a grudge on. It was a petty thing to try and ruin an entire department on. And now it was coming to a head. She was winning the duel. She’d figured out who she needed to blow to get rid of him. With constrained resources his department would under-perform by the end of the year and he’d be out not long after.\n\nEmily finished her spiel, casting her gaze around the room for any questions that might arise. Her gaze pointedly ignoring Richard. She stayed seated as the meeting adjourned, accepting the polite congratulations of her coworkers as they stood and departed the room. All except Richard. Richard sat still in his chair, his hands gripping the sides of his laptop tensely.\n\nFinally, he stood, slowly, turning to the door to exit.\n\n“You shouldn’t have harassed me, Richard.” Emily couldn’t help herself, she had to gloat. “I always win.”\n\nRichard stopped in his tracks. Taking a deep breath he slowly turned to face her, his stare could have melted steel and his voice matched the rage in his eyes to a tee. “Listen. Emily. I know this concept is hard for you.” He approached her steadily, his gaze never faltering.\n\n“The door. The thing that has hinges and a little handle on it?” He pointed towards the door to the conference room. “You understand what a door is, right?” He asked sarcastically, stopping mere feet from her and resting a hand on the conference table as he glared down at the smug smirk upon her face.\n\n“The door. Caught your idiotic designer skirt. Because you,” He jabbed a finger towards her chest. “Were. Are. Too stupid to pay attention to a damn thing around you.” He retracted his hand but continued his glare. “When you’re dumb ass whined to HR, they investigated. They told you the same thing I’ve told you. Your manager, told you the same thing. My manager, told you the same thing. It’s. YOUR. FAULT. No-one else’s. YOUR incompetence is the sole reason you ran through the entire 3rd floor half-naked.” He glared at her, staring her down before finally backing away and turning to leave.\n\n“There are cameras in here.” She stated smugly. Emily thought she’d have to wait until next year to fully get rid of Richard, but with hist threatening attitude and actions, he’d be gone within a week.\n\n“There’s a reason your husband left you, Emily,” Richard retorted, not caring any more.\n\n“Excuse me!?” Emily gasped, standing she felt her fists clench. Richard was an asshole, but he’d never stooped to hitting at her personal life.\n\n“Heard he got a hot little secretary, every bit the woman you’ll never be.” Richard smirked. Yeah, he was probably gone, but it was just a matter of time so why even worry now. Get some petty revenge on the way out, might as well. He laughed, “Probably didn’t even sleep with her, just had a single decent conversation and realized how much better off he’d be without you.”\n\nEmily was beet red, seething with rage. “I’m going to HR right now, Richard. You are DONE here.”\n\nRichard shrugged. “Hey if you’re going there, the only headcount add I have for next year is a secretary. Why don’t you tell them you’d like to be my hot little secretary, you won’t have to blow the board anymore.”\n\nCollecting her laptop and notes, Emily glared at Richard. It wouldn’t take a week, she’d see him gone today. She stormed past him and headed out of the conference room and to the elevator, punching in the floor for the HR office. Trying to collect herself she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, clenching and unclenching her fists she glared at the numbers in the elevator ticking steadily up. Finally the floor arrived and the doors opened.\n\nMarching out of the elevator she stormed past coworkers she’d normally stop to greet, reaching the office for the Director of HR she stopped in front of the office to compose herself, trying to calm herself at least slightly. Taking a breath she rapped loudly on the door, opening it a moment later as the woman inside beckoned her in.\n\n“Susan, I have had enough!” Emily approached the HR directors desk, making a dramatic flair of her free hand to accentuate her point.\n\n“Okay. What can I do for you, Emily?” Susan asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.\n\n“Richard Collins needs a hot little secretary and I think it should be me, I won’t have to keep blowing the board anymore!” Emily practically shouted at her.\n\n​\n\n\\---\n\nNo idea if I'll continue this, it could happen." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[CW] For their 21st birthday, your best friend has organized a small sex party among his friends. When you arrive, you are surprised to find that the party is being held in total darkness..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "She bumped into someone in the darkness as she wandered down the hall and jolted back, her heart suddenly pounding.\n\n\n“Watch where you're going,” a male voice teased.\n\n\n“Sorry.”\n\n\n“Where are you?” he asked, sounding like he was facing away from her now.\n\n\n“Marco,” she said, wanting to laugh at this whole ridiculous situation.\n\n\n“Polo,” he called, and she jumped a bit as his hands brushed past her. “Was that you?”\n\n\n“Yeah.” She reached out, fumbling blindly until their arms met and they grabbed onto each other. His grasp on her shoulders was strong, and she could feel the muscle of his bicep under her fingers.\n\n\n“Hey.”\n\n\n“Hey,” she said, suddenly nervous.\n\n\n“I don't think I know you. I don't recognize your voice.”\n\n\n“Me either,” she murmured, unable to place the vaguely familiar tones to a face. “Um, do you want to do names, or…”\n\n\n“Probably better not to,” he said, amused. “Maybe after, if you like me.”\n\n\n*After.* Her stomach clenched, nerves making her feel shaky. “Y-Yeah.”\n\n\n“Oh, I didn’t mean- like, we totally don't have to if you don't like the sound of me.”\n\n\n“No, um.” She swallowed hard. “I- I'm just nervous. This is my first time doing anything this crazy.”\n\n\n“Gotcha,” he said, relieved. “Me too, honestly. I think it's less freaky for guys, though. We don't have to worry about as much.”\n\n\nShe nodded, then remembered herself. “Yeah.”\n\n\n“Want to find a bedroom so we can sit down?”\n\n\n“Um, sure.” His hand found hers, warm and rough against her skin, and they carefully made their way down the hall, feeling at the doorways they passed until they found one that was open. After a cautious exploration discovered the bed, she sat down, feeling his large frame settle in beside her and his arm wrap around her waist. There was silence for a few moments, then the sound of a loud moan from an adjacent room.\n\n\n“Someone’s getting an early start,” he chuckled, and she smiled despite the tightness in her chest. “So... we can do this super slow, or, like, not at all. Whatever you want.”\n\n\n“Yeah,” she managed. “I- I do want to. I just- don't know what to do.” She took a deep breath, searching for his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Is it weird to say you sound handsome?”\n\n\nHe laughed. “A little. But I appreciate it. You sound very pretty.”\n\n\nShe knew it was a joke and blushed anyway, glad of the darkness.\n\n\n“Since you don't know what to do…” he continued. “Maybe... you could feel how handsome I am?”\n\n\nShe was pretty sure she was bright red now. “Um, okay. If that's not weird.” \n\n\n“No, no. I don't want to make you uncomfortable either.”\n\n\nIt was embarrassing to think, but she *did* want to explore his body. Her grip on his hand shifted upwards, feeling the muscle in his arm. Though he wasn't a bodybuilder or anything, she could tell that he definitely worked out. Moving further, her fingers brushed against the edge of his t-shirt, shifting up to his shoulder, sliding over to his neck where she could sense his heart pounding.\n\n\n“Are you nervous too?” she murmured.\n\n\n“Yeah,” he admitted. “Like, mostly excited, but this is… really different.”\n\n\nShe twisted to face him, her own heart slamming in her chest as she brought her hands up to cup his jaw. His stubble was rough under her palms, and she felt his warm breath against her face as she leaned in. “Um, can I…?”\n\n\n“Yeah,” he whispered. She brought their lips together, gentle and unsure. After a moment, his hands shifted to hold her head, weaving in her close-cut hair and holding her close as one kiss blurred into another, turning fierce and hot. They finally broke apart breathing harder, staring blindly at each other in the darkness.\n\n\n“You’re a good kisser,” she panted.\n\n\n“You too,” he said. “I didn’t realize your hair was so short.”\n\n\n“Oh, yeah,” she said, somewhat self-conscious. “I like it that way.”\n\n\n“It surprised me, that’s all. It’s nice. Really soft.” He stroked a thumb over the side of her head. “It’s strange, though. I have a mental image of you, and it keeps changing.”\n\n\n“What do you think I look like?”\n\n\nHe let out a quiet noise of amusement. “Promise you won’t slap me if I’m wrong?”\n\n\n“You can’t be *that* wrong,” she said, smiling.\n\n\n“Okay… so, originally I thought you had longer hair. Brown, for some reason.”\n\n\n“Right on the brown, wrong on the length.”\n\n\n“Oh.” He sounded surprised. “Okay, one thing right. Then… brown eyes.”\n\n\n“That’s easy, but yes.”\n\n\n“Freckles?”\n\n\n“Nope.”\n\n\n“Hmm…” He thought for a moment. “Do you get little dimples when you smile?”\n\n\n“Yeah,” she said, her lips curving involuntarily. She had been a bit worried about what he’d say, but this was sweet.\n\n\n“Mm. I don’t have much more than that.”\n\n\n“Nothing?”\n\n\n“Well, nothing I want to make assumptions on,” he said, and she could tell he was smiling.\n\n\n“Smart,” she said, pulling him into a kiss.\n\n\n“Black lipstick?” he murmured as she moved back.\n\n\n“No!” she laughed. “*So* far off-base.”\n\n\n“Light… pinkish, then?”\n\n\n“Close enough. You wouldn’t know the color.” She leaned in again, intoxicated by the firm warmth of his lips.\n\n\n“Mm.” When she pulled away, he shifted closer to plant a kiss on the curve of her neck, making her tense slightly. “Do you like this?”\n\n\n“Yeah,” she breathed, both relaxing and squirming a little as he began to plant a trail of tingly touches up and down the sensitive skin. One hand slipped down from her hair to tug aside her blouse, baring more of her shoulder to his attentions.\n\n\n“What about me?” he murmured eventually. “What do you think I look like?”\n\n\n“Um… I- mm!” She bit her lip, stifling more noises and trying to compose herself as he gently nibbled at her neck. “Do… do you have brown hair too?”\n\n\n“No,” he replied between kisses.\n\n\n“Black?”\n\n\n“Mmhmm.”\n\n\n“And… blue eyes?”\n\n\nHe chuckled softly, moving to peck her on the lips. “Try again.”\n\n\n“Brown?”\n\n\n“Second time’s the charm.”\n\n\n--------\n\n\nUnfinished, but I burned out and wanted to share what I had. All comments and criticisms are appreciated." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Instead of going to prison, a woman must spend a week as a free use public servant as part of her parole." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "At first glance, the city plaza looked like any other public square. There were big trees that lined the outer edges, providing generous shade for anyone wandering through. There was a tall fountain that trickled water all day and night, sometimes enough to drown out the hustle and bustle of the city around it, giving the impression that one was actually in a private grove rather than the middle of a metropolitan city. Men and women, weary of their nine-to-fives in the buildings and skyscrapers nearby, would often visit the square to regenerate. It was peace amongst chaos. \n\nExcept, it wasn’t really. At least not for Sarah McKenzie.\n\nThe wooden stockades looked like a relic of the past; one of those things you see at the renaissance fair and pay a dollar to take a picture in. It was made from panels of wood nailed together to form a tall, upright board. It had three holes cut out of it; a large one for the head and two smaller ones on either side for hands. The stockade was bisected lengthwise and could scissor apart, allowing a prisoner inside it, and then clamp down and be locked so they couldn’t escape. The height of the miniature prison made it so one would have to be bent at the waist to fit into it. It was uncomfortable and humiliating. \n\n“Come on now, off with them,” Parole Officer Erica said to Sarah, gesturing at their clothes. They had come straight from the courthouse, so Sarah was still wearing what she thought would impress the jury; a white button down blouse, black pencil skirt, white pantyhose, and shiny black heels. \n\nSarah frowned, her eyes moving from the stockades back to her clothes. One week.\n\n“Don’t look like that,” Erica said, “you’re the one who chose this punishment over six months of jail. Be glad Judge Reinhold even gave you a choice at all.”\n\nSarah nodded and sighed. She began unbuttoning her blouse. A biker slowed down to watch.\n\n“Get used to it, inmate,” Erica said, smiling at the bystander, “the show hasn’t even started yet.”\n\nSarah shrugged off her blouse and resisted the urge to cover herself. A group of young businessmen stopped and turned towards her. \n\n“Hurry it up, inmate!” Erica barked suddenly. There would be a crowd gathered here in no time. Sarah was getting the impression her parole officer was getting impatient, but whether it was impatience to get on with her day or to get the show started, she didn’t know. \n\n“Alright, alright”, Sarah muttered. She closed her eyes, then in world record time, snapped her bra off, letting the lacy underwear drop to the concrete below. Her breasts, large and still perky with the bounce of youth, were relieved to be free. A pair of joggers, two women, whooped loudly at her. \n\n“If you can’t do the time,” Erica said with a smile, “don’t do the crime.” \n\nSarah kicked her heels off and unzipped her skirt. It slid down her long legs and crumpled around her feet. She stepped out of them, ignoring a chorus of cheers around her. Sarah knew that was coming.\n\n“Not a fan of underwear?” Erica asked, her eyes locked on Sarah’s smooth, pantyhose-covered pubis. \n\nSarah shrugged. \n\n“I hate panty lines,” she said. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her pantyhose and started to peel them down her ample hips when Erica stopped her with a hand on her wrist. \n\n“Leave those,” she said, “they enjoy ripping them off.”\n\nSarah sighed but what could she do? She was property of the state for exactly one week. Or property of the public, more accurately. A symphony of hoots, hollers, and rude comments drowned out the rest of the world as she bent forward to take her place. She was theirs now. \n\nThe wood cool against her skin. The top half of the stockades closed above her and she heard it lock shut. One either side, she could see her hands sitting limply through the spaces in the wood. Below her, she could only see the lacquered finish of her wooden prison. \n\nSarah looked up, seeing a myriad of smartphones pointed towards her. She would no doubt be this weeks *#PublicSlut* on every social media out there. \n\n“I’ll be back every few hours, inmate,” Erica said as she finished ensuring the stocks were, “the law states you get a break, a walk, some food, and water for every three hours of public service use you provide-“\n\nErica leaned in close enough that Sarah flinched at the hot breath in her ear. \n\n“-but based on my past experience with girls who work the stocks, you won’t be very hungry.” \n\nErica ran a hand gently through Sarah’s brown hair. She felt it trail down her neck, disappear for a moment, then reappear on the small of her back. It trailed down slowly and Sarah had to suppress an urge to shiver. \n\n“Ladies and gentlemen!” Erica yelled, her voice suddenly taking on the edge of an entertainer catering to a crowd, “by statue 31.5c, I present to you the newest addition to the city center!”\n\nSarah yelped as a hand came down hard on her right buttock. Her generous ass jiggled for some time as the crowd cheered. The flesh stung and Sarah could feel her blood flowing there in the shape of Erica’s handprint. She had little time to think about it because fingers creeped down the crack of her ass, pressing the net-like pantyhose against the skin of her most intimate parts. Sarah tried to cower away reflexivity but she had nowhere to go. \n\n“Do with her as you will! She is property to the state and by your right as citizens of this great state, Miss McKenzie is yours to do as you please!” \n\nHer fingers suddenly gripped tightly, turning momentarily into claws with an iron grip, and tore a massive hole in her pantyhose. Erica places two fingers on either side of her pussy lips and spread them, giving the onlookers a real reason to cheer. The anxiety and excitement of the situation had made her wet, and bridges of stickiness formed between her two lips, glistening like honey in the sun. \n\nAt the same time, Erica took her other hand and pulled her asscheeks apart. Sarah flexed her ass, no doubt making the small, pink, and puckered hole look even more enticing. \n\nThe last shred of dignity, however small it was, was gone. \n\n“Her ass, her cunt, her mouth!” Erica continued, releasing her privates and giving one last, strong slap to her other cheek, “they are all yours to use as you please!” \n\nA strong hand squeezed her breast, kneading the flesh before pinching and twisting her nipple until Sarah yelped aloud again. \n\n“Touch her, milk her, lick her, fuck her!” The officer continued as a line of eager men formed. Some of them already had their cocks out, throbbing and dripping with precum. “Just be considerate of others! Use lube, for your own benefit, and wipe her down when you’re done. But most importantly… have fun!”\n\nFrom the corner of her eye, Sarah saw Erica blow her a kiss. It was the last thing she saw before her world became a mess of pubic hair and the thickest cock she had ever seen forced its way into her mouth." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": ": Everyone can shift their stats however they like, to move points from breast size to ass size, libido to sex-appeal, anything goes. You, a 46-year-old mother, have been annoyed with your daughter showing off in front of you before you figure out your age also counts as a slidable statistic." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "(Took this in a slightly different direction, feedback would be greatly appreciated though and hopefully someone enjoys it!)\n\nI never imagined I could be so jealous of my own daughter, but ever since she'd had her Alteration Chip implanted, Layla had become a terror to me. It wasn't just her behavior that made things difficult, it was seeing her, seeing my daughter flaunting her newly improved self. The second she turned eighteen, she had her chip implanted, and my already attractive and impressive daughter changed into a walking sex object. She went from being only a few inches taller than my own five foot height, to standing a full foot above me. Before her chip, she was already sporting a D cup bra, compared to my less than impressive B cup, and after her changes she was stacked and overflowing from any top she chose to wear. She had already been in good shape, but now she was more muscular and fit than ever. Everything tight and perky, she was just better than me in every way now. Younger, bustier, stronger, more confident, and very clearly more sexual. As soon as she showed off her newly improved self, she was a different person. Leaving the door open while changing or showering, walking around in nothing but a skimpy top and panties, \"accidentally\" flashing the neighbor's sons, she loved showing off her stunning body.\n\n​\n\nAs much as my husband didn't want to admit it, he noticed. Can't exactly blame him, our daughter was...well to be honest she was a fucking knockout now. I'd catch him staring, or see his cock getting hard for her, and it made my heart drop.\n\nIt wasn't just flaunting her body though, she had become far more cruel to me. Constantly making jokes at my expense, more aggressive and perverted than ever, it was a nightmare. Every day I'd hear comments talking bad about me, about how annoying it must be to have to wear a bra, followed by immediate bragging that her tits were so perky that she didn't need one. Talking about how short and weak I am, even jokingly wrestling around with me or her father and overpowering us. The next day it was grinding against my husband, talking about how tight her pussy would be compared to mine, something that really got my blood boiling. When I tried to confront her about it, she just stood up and towered over me, and I couldn't utter a word. Hard to discipline your daughter when she makes you feel like the kid in the relationship.\n\nAll it took was one email to turn things around though. One email from Humatech, the makers of those damn alteration chips.\n\n*Hello Mrs. Kreston. Lately we've noticed that you have been feeling down about yourself, and we here at Humatech would love to offer you the chance to improve yourself and your life. We are currently working on an updated version of the Humatech Human Alteration Chip, and would like you to be a participant in the beta program. Version 2.0 will allow you to alter even more about yourself, including age, all forms of size, your deepest desires, and much more. There are risks of course, but we believe that you will absolutely adore Version 2.0 of the Alteration chip, and would love to have your feedback on it.*\n\nI was already sold and was eager to sign up, then I read the last few lines.\n\n*As a bonus, all participants in the beta for Version 2.0 will receive 100 additional points to distribute as they wish. With Version 2.0, normal human limitations are a thing of the past, so use your new points as you see fit with our thanks!*\n\nMy eyes shot open. With a hundred extra points, I could change more than I ever thought possible. I could put on a hundred pounds of muscle in an instant, or shoot up eight feet and be the tallest woman on the planet. I could give myself the biggest set of knockers on the planet, or, well, the possibilities were endless! Most importantly though, I could finally put Layla in her place.\n\n​\n\nI agreed as fast as I could, my heart pounding in my chest. Much to my surprise, all it took was one small update to my chip, and the screen on my phone popped up congratulating me for participating, showing me a new and more sleek interface.\n\nThe first slider that caught my eye was age, and as a woman about to hit forty seven, it was the first I needed to change. I jumped to my feet, stripping off my clothes as quickly as I could as I made my way to the bathroom. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I dropped five years from myself, and looked to see the improvements.\n\nLooking in the mirror though, I didn't notice much of a change. Sure, a few wrinkles were more faint, and my breasts were a bit less saggy, but otherwise not enough had changed. With one quick swipe, I knocked off another ten years, closing my eyes for a second before looking up from the screen to my reflection.\n\nThis time, I looked far better. Lines around my eyes and mouth were gone, grey hairs were a thing of the past, and I looked just as I did more than a decade ago. My breasts had less sag, as did the rest of my skin, and I quite simply looked better all around.\n\n\"Still not enough,\" I said to myself, sliding back another ten years. I watched the transformation this time, my body reverting back to what it was at 21 years old. My tits as perky as ever, my stomach more toned and my face free of the signs of aging. The grin on my face was a mile long as I looked back down at my phone.\n\n​\n\n\"Layla is six feet, so...\" I said, scrolling to the height option. I clicked the box for \"proportional changes\" so that the rest of my body would grow in kind, and I dragged the slider over. Past the six foot mark, stopping at 6'6. As soon as I let go, I felt a rush of blood to my head and got dizzy, steadying myself on the sink as I shot up, larger and larger. Inch after inch I grew, muscles swelling and my body stretching up higher and higher. My breasts swelling out, my ass growing more plump, long legs stretching out as the growth finally stopped. I looked at my reflection to marvel at my massive body, utterly amazed at what I now looked like. Flexing and spinning in the mirror, I was loving my new body and couldn't wait to change even more.\n\n​\n\nTurning my attention once again to my phone, I backed out of the height option, scrolling through to see what I should change next. Then I looked at my point total to try and decide what I could still afford to do, trying to budget things properly. I expected to see fifty or sixty points left over from my first few changes, but instead I was greeted with my new favorite number in existence.\n\n​\n\n9999.\n\n​\n\nMy jaw almost dropped, and I couldn't help but giggle a little. Guess that's why they need people to test it out, still a few glitches to be dealt with, though I certainly wasn't going to complain about this one." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The domme sighed incredulously as her new sub emitted another tiny squeak. \"S-sorry mistress\" she whispered, eyes averted. The domme just shook her head. How was she supposed to do this with a girl this fucking adorable? All she wanted was to sit the girl in her lap and hug her, not spank her." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Okay, hmm. Let's see how we can make this work,\" Mistress Jade tutted, bringing a gloved hand to her chin. Her new sub, Laura, was kneeling before her in some rather plain lingerie, but she was still managing to be the cutest person that Jade had ever seen. She was staring up at Jade with a wide-eyed expression of adoration and eagerness, actually forcing the domme to look away, lest her dominant attitude fall any further. The last thing she wanted to do was to sweep Laura up into a cuddle, despite how inviting she looked, as Laura had put her trust in Jade. \n\nYes, it was Laura's trust that Jade would be a strict and enjoyably cruel domme, but that was still a very important level of trust. All of Laura's former lovers had treated her like she was practically made of glass. However, now that Jade was looking down at the adorably pudgy and squishy blonde girl, wide-eyed and innocent, she could see why; she just looked so damn *cuddly.*\n\n\"Okay, here's what we're going to do,\" Mistress Jade continued, starting to strut in a circle around her kneeling submissive while trying to avoid eye-contact. \"I want you to tell me some of your nastiest, sluttiest fantasies possible, so that I can start thinking of you as the kinky little sub that you are. Just to help me clear my mental image of you.\" Jade came to a stop in front of Laura again, trying to glare down at her without reflexively softening her expression. \"Is that clear?\"\n\n\"Oooh, yes Mistress Jade!\" Laura answered, immediately perking up and grinning broadly, raising her hands to her chest in balled-up fists of excitement. \"Oooh, I've always really wanted to get pegged *so* badly! And I'm not even talking about in my, y-y'know, my slit, I mean I want to be taken from behind, really roughly, and told what a slut I am for enjoying it! And-\"\n\n\"Okay, no, I'm going to have to stop you there!\" Mistress Jade interrupted, putting her hands over her face. \"Ugh! That should sound really kinky and nasty, but coming from you, even that sounds cute!\"\n\nLaura slumped back onto her haunches, pouting forlornly. \"Sorry, Mistress Jade...\" she mumbled.\n\n\"And... Ahh, please don't be sorry, it's not your fault at all. Ahh, hmm.\" Jade considered the problem again for a moment, trying not to get distracted by Laura's puppy-dog expression that just *begged* for a snuggle. Suddenly inspiration struck, and Jade snapped her fingers in triumph. \"Ahh, I've got it! Say, Laura. How do you feel about... Bondage?\"\n\nLaura's expression lit up immediately.\n\n​\n\n\\---\n\n​\n\n\"Now, are you comfy like that, Laura?\"\n\n\"Mmm-hmmpfh.\"\n\n\"And you can't possibly escape?\"\n\n\"Nnnmm-ummpfh.\" Laura wiggled in position, demonstrating that very fact.\n\n\"And you remember the safe-word to use while you're gagged, right?\"\n\n\"Mmm-hmmpfh! *Mmmh-mmmhh-mmmhh!*\"\n\n\"Yes, that's right, three grunts in quick succession, excellent! Okay. I think we're ready to begin then, don't you?\" Jade purred, wrapping her arms around Laura's chubby waist and pulling her close on the over-stuffed couch. Laura happily wiggled in her rubber bitch-suit, enjoying just how helpless she was. The fat butt-plug and teasingly low-power vibrator built into it definitely helped.\n\n\"I never thought of using this thing to make a cuddle-toy out of a slave before,\" Mistress Jade murmured, as she started the particularly gooey and sappy romance film that she had set up on her TV. She squeezed Laura close, using her as the little spoon. \"But compromise some times brings out the best in us, right Laura?\"\n\n\"Mmm-hmmpfh!\" Laura squeaked happily, her adorably cute eyes peering out from behind the heavy rubber hood, while she happily sucked on the fat ball-gag between her lips." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A new law states that no place of business can require that employees or customers wear a uniform or clothes at all, and that employers may not fire employees for having sex on the clock." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Early sex break today, Michelle?”\n\nMichelle grinned as she punched back in on the timekeeping computer. “Something wrong with that Sara?”\n\n“Oh no, of course not, you and Mark usually wait until 10:30 or so, that’s all.”\n\n“I guess we were just horny this morning. Busy day yesterday, we only had time for a quickie before closing up.”\n\nThe Employee Sexual Rights Act had only been in place for a little more than a year, but most workplaces, like the Kinkos where Michelle and Sara worked, had already fully integrated its privileges into the company culture. Among other rules, all employers had to permit at least 30 minutes of dedicated sexual activity time per 8 hour shift. And employees were free to express their sexuality however they choose, including nudity (except in cases where personal protective equipment was needed for safety).\n\nMark and Michelle had worked at Kinkos together for two years and were quick to take advantage once the law went into effect. They fucked on the job nearly every day - in the break room, in the bathrooms, in the supply closet, and even out on the floor a couple of times. Some older employees objected at first, but there was nothing management could do, and eventually at became so commonplace everywhere you went that it just became natural.\n\nSara, on the other hand, preferred to use her sexual activity time alone, usually spending some quality time with a vibrator in the breakroom. She also availed herself of the open nudity policy, preferring to stock shelves with her bountiful 36DD breasts out. No customer complaints so far, at least.\n\nMichelle started putting her bra back on when she caught herself gazing at Sara. They had been friends for a while, just of the coworker type and nothing more, but Michelle had always admired her independence, her beauty, her quiet fierceness. And Sara, openly bisexual, was always extremely turned on by her and Mark’s lovemaking. She looked back up at Sara hooking her bra and their eyes met for a few seconds.\n\nSara bit her lip and finally broke the silence. “Hey, we’ve both still got 15 minutes left, right?”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[TT] A couple got a executive suite upgrade upon checking in. They later found out that this privilege came with a cost..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Mary was laying on the hotel bed, trying to read her book, when the door opened. She looked up to see another stranger coming into their room. She sighed, rolling her eyes, then spread her legs as the stranger dropped his pants. She was already nude, having given up on staying dressed. The stranger crawled onto the bed and between her legs.\n\n\"Jeff?\" Mary turned her head. \"I'm not sure this room upgrade is worth it.\"\n\nHer husband Jeff was sitting in the armchair by the window with a young woman bouncing on his hard cock.\n\n\"What do you mean?\" Jeff grunted, squeezing the girl's ass and thrusting up into her. \"This room is great.\"\n\n\"Yeah but..\" Mary gasped as the stranger penetrated her and started to thrust. \"It just seems a bit much.\" The fat cock pushed deeper into her tightness.\n\n\"Well it's too late now.\" Jeff groped the woman's jiggling tits as she rode him. \"We signed the agreement.\"\n\n\"I.. suppose... soo..\" Mary was having trouble speaking as the stranger rammed into her. \"I wish.. we had.. read it better.\"\n\n\"Uh huh.\" Jeff was no longer paying attention to her as the girl moaned and picked up the pace.\n\n\"Ughhh.\" Mary groaned in exasperation and held up her book, trying to read the shaky text as the stranger's hard pumping rocked her body." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You are a heroic adventurer who is on a quest to vanquish the Queen of Darkness. You just arrived at her evil fortress but there are no minions or guards.....just a path of rose petals and scented candles." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "This is my first post here. Comments are greatly appreciated.\n\n================================================================================================\n\nI am the kingdom’s royal assassin. That doesn’t mean I’m just running around with small knives and smoke bombs, no I’m armed to the teeth. A long sword, a dagger, potions, and bombs only make up a portion of my arsenal right now. Today, my most challenging mission arises. I’ve been tasked with killing the *Queen of Darkness*. She has been razing settlements and villages that are being newly constructed on the outskirts of the kingdom, killing a multitude of people. Her castle is only a few miles from the farthest settlement.\n\nI stop my horse in front of the dark fortress. Dark gray bricks and a large wooden door make up the outside it. I slowly open the door only to be greeted with the sight and smell of rose petals.\n\n“Alright, this is definitely a trap,” I say as I sheath my sword and pull out my dagger.\n\nThe rose petals obviously lead somewhere and I’m probably going to be in a much tighter space when I find the end of them. They start right at the front door and run straight through the great hall.\n\nI slowly and carefully walk the path leading up the stairs, making sure to check my corners. There is a faint scent of lavender wafting through the air.\n\n“This could be one of her spells!” I say to myself as I pull my shirt up over my nose to mitigate the effects of the scent.\n\nThe roses seem to stop at a closed door on the second level of the castle. Dagger in hand, I slowly open the door ready for any potential ambush. Once the door is open, I scan the floor looking for traps and see another large group of rose petals surrounding a very large bed.\n\n“What the -- “ I mutter, stopping as I look up and see the most beautiful woman I have ever encountered. She laid on the bed seductively, wearing an almost see-through gown. She had jet black shoulder length hair, misty gray eyes, a pair of above average tits, and the most perfect ass in the kingdom. I was in a trance, staring at her body until I snapped out of it.\n\n“Wait, that’s got to be her!” I think to myself.\n\nI know I’ll lose in a battle of attrition, so I charge in hoping to catch her off guard and get the first strike. She rose a single finger and my entire body froze. I grit my teeth and tried to fight it but to no avail. I was trapped.\n\n“Now, now,” she said in a teasing tone as she rose from her bed, “ I didn’t lay out all these petals for you to try and attack me. To be completely honest, I’m not even in a fighting mood today. What I need right now is you, Hero. What do you say?”\n\nShe releases the paralysis on my head and neck for me to answer. She stares into my eyes lustfully waiting for my answer.\n\n“N-Never! I will not submit to you after what you’ve done to this land!”\n\n“What I’ve done? I’ve done nothing. My idiot sister is a bit heavy handed with the punishment she doles out on people who encroach on our land. You could say she’s a bit mad, but she’s still my sister.”\n\n“Sister? Wait what, there's two of you!\" I ask. \"That's a problem for later. You clearly don’t agree with what she’s doing yet you allow it! Why? There were so many innocent lives taken and for what? Zoning issues?”\n\n“Listen, if my sister and I were to come to blows it’d be much, much worse than a few outlying settlements being destroyed. I’m saying your entire kingdom could be destroyed, and besides, I’ve warned your kingdom many times to stop building on our land. But you foolish people don’t listen.”\n\nDamn, she’s right. I work closely enough with the king and the royal parliament to hear whispers of these demands, but I wrote them off as nothing but rumors. A wave of understanding must have washed over my face because her eyes softened.\n\n“Do you get it now?” she asks. “My sister doesn’t want to harm your people, but she takes her property and my safety very seriously.”\n\nI nod my head and she releases the paralysis. But then, I hear a door slam shut.\n\n“Sis, I’m home!”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Elven maidens, when they pass the age of combat utility, are instead used as breeding mares by humans, orcs, and any other creature who so desires." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "[Content: Bondage, bit of D/s]\n\nOn my thirtieth birthday, I woke up sweaty and confused. In between my legs was a slickness staining the sheets of my inn room. I felt incredibly embarrassed that I had left such a mess in bed. I thought I had wet myself, but the other people in my adventuring party had thought differently. \n\n“By the Gods! What is that insufferable stench?” Hurriedly, I wrapped my sheets around my naked body, surprised that my party members had decided to check up on me. The Orc Paladin stepped in first, clad in his clean white robes, followed by the red skinned Tiefling Rogue with her tight leather tunic and pants, and the Muscle Wizard was trailing, his own maroon robes cut with a deep V to reveal his hardened pectorals and his abs. \n\n“I told you, Saranath, that Elves change when they’re around thirty. They gain an insatiable sexual appetite, and release a wave of sexual pheromones that advertise their newfound desire. That’s the thing you’re smelling,” the Wizard told the Paladin. “You could try to accommodate her new desires, but there’s a lot more you could do with an Elf like this. She is, at the very moment, a biological slut. She can’t help herself from lusting for us at this very moment.” \n\nI looked incredulously at the three of them, the Wizard especially. They looked incredulously back at me. “That can’t be true! I’m a faithful Elven ranger who trained since childbirth to bring balance to the world! I can’t just give up on this by becoming... a... a slut! And how did you three even get in here?”\n\nThe Paladin looked at the tiefling. “We have to thank Johanna for that.” The red skinned tiefiling shrugged, her hands raising about her long horns. “I picked the lock. Nothing to it, really.” \n\nI tossed my sheets further above myself. “Well, I won’t! I won’t screw anyone! I’ll keep being an elven ranger, and I’ll keep adventuring with you!” Yes, that would work out. If I could stay focused on the quest, I wouldn’t have to think about how much I wanted all three of them to have sex with me. They were all filthy beings, hardly worth being in the same room as me, but I had always desired them and I couldn’t help myself now. \n\n“Just, get out of my room!” I yelled at the trio. They all looked at each other, Johanna grinning, and started to shuffle out. “Wait, Artold,” I pointed at the chiseled Wizard. “Stay with me for a bit. I want to talk.” \n\nHe turned around, and closed the door behind him. “What do you want, my lady?” \n\nI appraised him with my narrow eyes. He was growing up on his fifties, old for a human, but his mind and body have never been sharper. He used his magic to augment his physique, and he was far younger than he had any right to be. “Well, you’re smart, right? You knew about my condition. Is there anything, anything that could help?” \n\nArtold pondered for a minute, humming into his hand. “Well... there’s no drug or magic that can cure an Elven heat, and there’s no real way to end it without getting you pregnant, which is going to end your adventuring career, but perhaps...” \n\nI looked at him impatiently. “Perhaps what? Spit it out, Artold.”\n\n“It’s really just a theory based on personal experience, but perhaps if we just emulated the act of impregnating you, we could trick your body, maybe for just a short time. Yes, that’s right.” He seemed very eager to try this, and even in my heat, I knew what he was talking about. He wanted to dick me down and cum inside me, something I was eager to try as well. \n\nI rubbed myself under my sheets with my right hand. I was getting desperate for both a solution and for his cock that was now bulging under his robes. “Okay! If you think it’ll work, I’ll trust you.”\n\nHe dug into his robes and handed me a potion. “Here, universal birth control. I never leave my private study without some.” He pulled another vial out, and drank it himself. “You can drink that bottle later if you want. I have my own, for men. It’s always got this lovely tingly sensation on the testicles.”\n\nI was unable to hold back any longer, and I had tossed the sheets away to reveal my glistening vulva. “Fine! Stop messing around with your dinky little potions! Come on and fuck me already! And don’t stop till I’m cured!” \n\nHe nodded. “Alright then. The Elven maiden asked for a prescription of dick, and that’s what she’ll get.” With a brief giggle, he grabbed my ankles with his toned arms, dragging my body until my rear was on the edge of the bed. I looked up at him as he held my ankles up high, his robes falling away to reveal his stiffened erection and washboard of a stomach. I didn’t have any more words, just moans as he slid inside of me. “Mmm. Ah! Mmmm...”\n\nHe fucked me with a clinical speed, the thrusts being shallow before deepening, until I was quivering around him. “I can tell you’re enjoying this, and you can tell you’re not the first Elf I’ve had to deal with. Sometimes, an Elf gets bred just once, and they can live out the rest of their lives normally. Sometimes, it doesn’t help at all, and their heat never ends, their only desire in life is to get bred over and over again.” \n\nI shook in fear and pleasure. Was that true? Would I experience this forever? The thought raced in my head, and I felt my legs shaking and my pussy clenching and quivering around him as I felt his release his seed inside of me, a completely bizarre and overwhelming euphoria that washed over me as I shook on the bed. “What... what was that pleasurable sensation?” I mumbled as he withdrew himself. \n\nArtold grinned as he magicked his clothes back on himself, cleaning his stained crotch with a wave of his hand. “That was an orgasm. You’ve certainly enjoyed it.” I lay here, legs now pressing down on the floor in a slump and I thanked him. “That... was fantastic. If this doesn’t work, can you do this to me tomorrow?” He shrugged. “Even with my magic, I have my own limits, but I’ll do my best to keep you in check.” \n\nI gasped and idly rubbed myself as he left, leaving me stained and sweaty. “Thanks. Hopefully it won’t come to that, and this would be it.”\n\n-----------------------------------------" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Demihumans (or monster-girls/boys) usually have a lot more erogenous zones than a human. Seeing as you are dating one you see it as your duty to find and stimulate all of them." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"...really? Your horns are sensitive?\" I began to rub one gently, as if it were a fragile artifact that had to be treated with only the utmost of care. For a brief moment she reactively turned her head downwards, presenting her ebony horns that protruded from her long, crimson hair directly to me, moaning softly with every touch. Of course, *her* docility could only ever last a moment.\n\n\"H-Hey! I'm not some household pet you can give scratches to whenever you feel like it!\" Her fierce aura returned back to her in an instant, embodying the draconic pride that boiled in her blood as she pushed me down onto the bed. She stared at me with an intense scowl, as if she was trying to decide whether or not to kill me or keep me for another day. I was trying to figure out if she'd immediately choose murder if I told her how cute her fangs were.\n\nAudhilde bore the form of a woman, something I was vaguely familiar with before her, but there were a few key differences that I could surmise. The horns, of course, and the red serpentine tail attached right above her bottom (pro-tip: dragons aren't impressed if you compare their assets to a dragon's hoard). She was also pretty damn strong, even in her human form, had a couple tiny wings on her back, and I'm pretty sure she could light a candle with her breath. Now, I believe I'm the first person to bed a dragon, so how all of this relates to sex is a bit of a mystery. Piece by piece, I think I was starting to get the image.\n\nI boldly reached up for another feel of her horns, but her arm was quick to match mine and pin it back down to the bed. She leaned her head down into mine, her lips tasting a little spicy as they met mine, but that wasn't enough to deter me from reciprocating the kiss in full. She only broke it off when her face began to flush, I assume from the realization that she was giving herself to a human.\n\nWell, she'd almost certainly object and say that she was \"taking\" a human. Although if I asked her about it when I had a hand on her horns, who knows... Her pulling wasn't all bad, either, for I got another look at her beautifully fair skin, and of course, *every* part of her body and chest. One thing dragons didn't seem to understand about humans was their attraction to breasts. I *could've* given her a lecture on the societal norms and expectations about females covering their breasts at all times, but then she might start wearing bras when we go out together.\n\nWhen she leaned in for another kiss, I noticed how her tail would begin to flutter a little as she got excited, as if it was reacting to the sexual stimulation. If rubbing her horns had such an effect on her...\n\nI embraced my arms around her back, pulling her body in closer and laying it completely against mine. Then, my fingers began sliding down her back, and as I distracted her with the kiss, I gripped her tail suddenly, and began massaging it.\n\nIt was as if her libido shot into overdrive. Her kisses became far more aggressive, passionate, splattering them all across my lips. Her hands began to rub my chest, slowly finding their way downwards, until she took only a moment's respite from kissing to pull my boxers down just enough to release it. She spared no time in mounting it, thrusting her own body up and down, motions that released incredible waves of pleasure in the both of us. I pulled my upper body up, just so that her craving lips could resume assaulting every which way over my face and neck as I did my best to keep up. I had one hand on the tail, but the other one was feeling a little unloved...\n\nWhen it returned to her horns, her moans and grunts turned to pleads. \"O-Oh! Please-F-F-Fuck me!\" I obviously obliged, and decided to take my turn on top, pushing her down to the bed. I used her horn like a handlebar, taking advantage of the strong grip to allow me to thrust in and out hard, her primal moans pushing me through every thrust. I synchronized the massaging of her tail with each one, an act that certainly worked with the proof in how her pupils were glued to the top of her eyes. Her moans and pleads for more grew louder and louder, and I picked up the pace to meet those, until I felt myself getting-so-damn-close!\n\nAn intense wave of ecstasy and relief came over me, and I could see the same in her, exhausted face. Cum began to spill out of her vagina as I pulled out, my grip finally loosening on her body as I leaned back on the bed to take a few breathes.\n\nIn a bout of clarity, a biological question struck my mind and I tried to think the science of it through. I was certainly 100% human, while she was in a mostly human form, a few tweaks here and there sure, but probably not on an internal level.\n\nI had come inside her, and it was quite a bit. Taking a glance over, even now some was still streaming out of her exhausted body.\n\nI didn't need a condom, did I?" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You thought you were going to be modded to be the Navy's most powerful cybernetic combat droid. When you finally woke from surgery, your first and only directive was PLEASURE CREWMATES" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "*(I wrote this really fast and have to get back to work, sorry for spelling or errors)*\n\n\nMemories flood back into my mind as I regain consciousness: birthdays, breakups, my first time having sex. My first boyfriend, my first girlfriend, graduation. Joining the Navy. Power surges through me, my body, I can feel every inch of myself as if it were new, electrical, powerful. My muscles tighten and relax with pinpoint accuracy. I can feel my pussy clamp, my clit light up with a white-hot surge. Everything relaxes. My breasts are larger, the nipples are almost humming with sensitivity: every jiggle or light touch of the air tells me the air current, temperature, speed. I feel my throat open and close, my tongue moves in my mouth, an eel in a cage.\n\nI think *'the Navy did an amazing job upgrading this already amazing body. I have so much power. So much energy. I could charge through any enemy army solo and come out the other side with a substantial body count and without a scratch.'* I open my eyes and sit up. My breathing is as steady as it’s ever been. Suddenly I have this urge. My pussy is leaking a lot. Maybe it’s a thing that happens when you wake up? I’ll bring it up with the scientists. A man enters, a doctor in a white lab coat. \n\n“What would you like to do Simmons?” The doctor asks, a strange smirk on his otherwise perfect face. *‘I’m ready to fight, I’m ready to suit up and get IT!’* I think to myself. But what I say is:\n\n“I’m ready to FUCK, I’m ready to take all of the cocks and get pounded!”\n \n*‘What the fuck, that’s not what I...’*\n\nThe doctor unbuttons his lab coat and pulls out his cock from his pants. *‘Who the fuck does this asshole think he is? Why the fuck...’* but before I could say anything or kick him in the balls, I’m on my knees on the cold linoleum floor of the surgical center, my hands are behind my back and my mouth is open, my tongue out and saliva dripping off the end. He casually walks up and touches the tip of his cock to my tongue. “Subject is working within parameters; so far. I’m going to initiate physical testing.” His grin turns into a full-on smile as he slides his cock into my throat. I want to scream but something I’m my head says *‘maintain eye contact, tighten your throat, stick out your tongue. Suck it. Suck that cock. You want that cock. That’s all you want!’* And I’m overcome with a NEED to suck his cock. I find myself pressing my nose and lips into his pelvis as I take his cock as deep as it can go, I’m not breathing but I don’t think I need much air. I slide back, the shaft beautifully lubricated by my saliva, I suck the tip and go back down, faster and faster until I’m bobbing my head so hard and fast - I didn’t think it was humanly possible. The doctor grunts and I feel his cock pulse in my mouth. Cum slams against my throat and I swallow without hesitation. \n\n“Damn we're good.” The doctor mumbles to himself. “Oral test is positive.” He says, breathlessly. I find a strange satisfaction in his pleasure. *‘Fuck this. I’m supposed to be a god damn war machine! Say something!’*\n\n“I want more cock!” I scream. \n\n“Don’t worry. It’s coming.” The doctor replied. His cock going soft and dripping at the tip. “Send in the reserves”. The doctor orders the air. The door opens and ten men walk in, their cocks out and erect. “Oral test two” the doctor says. “How do you want to handle them?”\n\n“Stand around me, I’ll suck and jerk in a circle. Cum in my throat or on my face only!”\n\n*‘NO! I mean... yes! No, wait, I don’t want that... You do want that! You want it so badly, yes, you need it. You need their big hard cocks gliding down your throat and filling you with cum! Only cum and cocks... then they’ll fuck you. That’s what you really want!’*\n\n“That’s what I really want...” I mumble as the men stand over me, their glorious cocks in my face and hands and mouth." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Usually, the server room is humming with fans and hard drives spinning. But when a power cut shuts down the whole facility, you notice that there's a faint buzzing coming from the now very flustered-looking techie." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Fuck!\" Rob shouted out, slamming his hands down on the desk in front of him. By the time he had regained his composure the emergency lights had responded, covering the corners of the room in a dull, white light. In the basement of a mid-size office building was the entire life and brains of a midsize online retailer, but now that the power had gone off, the usual hum of fans and hard drives had now faded away. Even the annoyingly loud air conditioning unit had subsided, leaving Rob, and his new employee in near silence.\n\n He looked over to Kara, his new report on the other side of the server room and she was simply looking back at him, unsure of what to do. She stood up, grabbing her purse and headed over for the door. \"Can it wait Kara? It is very important we get the power back on.\" She simply nodded, setting her purse back on her chair and walking over to him, keeping a bit of distance. \n\nIt didn't work.\n\nThe sound was obvious, computers hummed, fans spun, this was a buzz. Rob kept a poker face, not letting any of his realizations show on his face as he put it all together: how she was always squirming in her seat, the frequent bathroom trips, walking over to her to find her flustered and sweaty... she had a vibrator in the whole time!\n\n\"We need to check each server rack to see if a fuse has gone. The longer this takes us the longer the website is down, this could be really bad for us.\" He went over to his desk, pulling out the drawer and withdrawing a flashlight and screwdriver, handing them to her. \"The fuses are on the bottom shelf, just inside the power supply. And you may want to take your sweater off, it's going to get warm in here.\" He added.\n\n\"I...can't\" she replied shyly, and went over to the first server rack. Rob just chuckled to himself, \"Works with a vibrator in and doesn't wear anything under a sweater\" he thought. Also noticing that her lack of a bra meant for some quite perky tits under her clothes. Once she bent down to check the first fuse, he pulled out his phone, downloaded the most popular sex toy app he could find, and turned on his bluetooth pairing. \n\n\"0000\" Rob smiled, knowing you can always rely on cheap Chinese made electronics to have a bluetooth pairing password of \"0000\". The app signaled a successful connection and he had control. Seems she had been enjoying the soft lull of level 2 all morning, and not yet went to the bathroom, she must be on quite a long edge. He set the vibrator to level 4 of 10, and Kara instantly responded, jumping a bit and turning to look back at him, terrified when she realized it was he who had control.\n\n\"I'm... I'm sorry\" she whimpered, \"I wont at work anymore please don't fire me.\" \n\n\"Kara the only thing that will get us fired is not getting the website back online\" He responded plainly, turning the vibrator off and putting his phone back in his pocket, \"It's fine, I just figured I'd mess with you. Be more careful next time.\" \n\nHe knelt down across from her, watching her remove the back plate of the power supply with the screwdriver. \"Careful\" He piped, \"It's going to be very hot, use your sleeves.\" She pulled the sleeves of her sweater over her palms, only to have Rob quickly grab them tugging on the sweater and tying the sleeves thrice over around the vertical column of the server rack. \"What the hell are you doing?\" She screamed out, trying to pull her sweater free. She was practically in a straight jacket... her hands were stuck, though she could just crawl backwards out of the sweater... if she wasn't naked underneath.\n\nShe was paralyzed, either from shyness, confusion, or indecision. She didn't move. The vibrator surged back to life sending a shiver of pleasure through her sex. Rob was now standing over her, phone in hand controlling the vibrator. 6, 2, 5, 1, 8. He played with the app, teasing her, watching her build up just to back it back down. \"Please...\" Kara softly whispered in between biting her lip. \n\n\"You could stand up and run anytime you want\" Rob replied snarkily, \"so shy and yet... such a dirty little slut. I'll bet you're enjoying every minute of this.\" Rob, looking to prove himself right bent down next to Kara, slowly pulling her yoga pants down over her big ass. Her red panties were absolutely soaked, practically see-through. The air filled with the warm musky scent of Kara's needy pussy, further fueling Rob's lust for the young woman who no longer was protesting his actions. \"Looks like I was right\" Rob said, watching her wet thong vibrating against her lips, he pressed gently against the pink jeweled butt-plug she had also been hiding, eliciting a moan from Kara.\n\n\"You fucking whore\" Rob whispered, turning the vibrator to 7. \"Your poor pussy has been slowly teased all morning. How does that feel? You like having both your holes filled? How about I pull this plug out and shove my fat cock in your ass, then you'll really be soaked.\" \n\nKara could only bite her sweater and moan.\n\nRob turned the vibrator to 10, sending Kara into a shaking frenzy. She had now pulled her arms out of her sleeves and was fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples as her sex was buzzed into pure bliss, her ass squeezing down on the plug. She got closer and closer to the peak of her orgasm just as Rob brought his hand down hard on each ass cheek, spanking her as she came. The shock from the sound, the pain on her skin, the euphoria in her pussy was all too much, her body convulsed and shook. The muscles in her ass and pussy contracted hard on the toys inside her until it was too much, she let go. Moaning loudly she squirted through her panties and onto the yoga pants around her knees before collapsing on the floor. \n\nRob untied the sleeves of her sweater and walked over to his desk. \"I've set a master password on your toy. Hurry up and get your pants back on, once the power is back we're going to have to meet with the higher ups.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "When the aliens showed up, they came in peace. A new era of intergalactic peace and prosperity followed. But there are those who like to roleplay the enslavement of humanity to an alien race with their partner." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "(Author warning: Contains bondage themes and some CNC. Discretion advised.)\n\nNatalie fought her restraints as hard as possible. The confines of the ship were dark and silent. She'd long lost contact with her squadron and the AI from her own vessel. Nonetheless she refused to tire.\n\n\"This is Corporal Lennox.\" She repeated. \"Requesting support. Repeat, requesting support. Is anyone there??\"\n\n*If all else fails, I hope they glass this thing and everyone aboard.*\n\nThat thought satisfied her mind as she continued her fight against the binds. The synthetic wrapped over her only remained rigid against her attempts. It was a material as thin as paper. But it may as well have been chains and a padlock.\n\nShe rested now, sweat having built up, breath reviving in heavy pulls.\n\nAnd then she heard the footsteps. They were quiet. Padded. She listened as they grew closer. Not in earnest. In leisure. Slowly. Growing nearer to its target.\n\nHer.\n\n\"My my...\" An oddly rustic voice spoke now. \"Such a lovely sight.\"\n\n\"You bastard!\" Natalie shouted at him now, \"When I get down from here-\"\n\n\"You'll what?\" He said as he lunged up to her face. A hand from another world reached to cup her chin and turn her to look at him. The glow of his eyes met hers in return, the powerful arms that suddenly groped her body in every way currently accessible.\n\n\"My team... Will be here at any moment...\" She warned as he began paying serious attention to her abdomen, and the underside of her breasts.\n\nA sharp breath caused her nipples to inadvertently stiffen, and before she could accept it, her alien tormentor had shoved both of them into his maw. Greedily, he suckled on her as she writhed in an attempt to escape.\n\n\"Damn you Tihiq!\" She shouted.\n\n\"Yes! What's my name?\" He returned before slamming his tongue into her mouth for a moment. \"That's more like it.\"\n\nHe released her and let her sag in her synthcloth as he took a pair of steps back to admire the view. Drool dribbled from Natalie's mouth as she gathered herself to return the glare.\n\nLean yet strongly built, Tihiq watched her with an almost fascinated gaze, his arm propping his head up from his seat in the chair nearby. His furred tail swishing around as he rolled his tongue to savor the flavors he gleamed from her body.\n\n\"They're not coming for you Lennox.\" He finally answered. \"Your people have failed. This star system is ours.\"\n\n\"No... No.\" She pleaded.\n\n\"And *you*.\" Tihiq smiled, \"You are *mine*. A prize for my service. So...\"\n\nNatalie had to flinch at the sight as he dropped his cloak. His muscled frame complimented a prehensile member that twitched in excitement. Bigger than any Human. It felt numb to compare it to, but it reminded her of old holograms she'd laughed at on the internet involving tentacles and some unlucky magical sorceress.\n\n\"How would you like to proceed?\" Tihiq inquired.\n\nThe lack of a valid respond led him to choose for her. The synthcloth peeled from her legs with a wave of his palm. Natalie protested, but began to try to stifle her own sounds as he began poking and prodding her. Something slithered into her and she cried out.\n\n\"Ahhh, there we go.\" Tihiq said as he withdrew for a moment. \"Look at me, Nat.\"\n\nHe returned to his work as he slid his tongue over her lips further, tickling her clit as he looked her in the eyes from below. She blushed. It seemed to him, that she liked things as much as he did. And so, he pushed his tongue deeper, the arousal building as her legs tightened their grip around him.\n\n\"Ah-\" She began to react. \"AhH! Pineapple, pineapple! Fucking pineapple!\"\n\nTihiq quickly withdrew and stood up to embrace her for a second.\n\n\"What!? Nat? Calm down. What'd I do??\"\n\nShe quivered and wetness ran down her leg. He watched it as she held herself on his shoulders.\n\n\"Are you alright?\" He asked his lover.\n\n\"You were going a little too hard there for second.\" She finally laughed.\n\n\"Lil' too much?\" He responded happily.\n\n\"Lil' bit.\" She answered with a good hearted smile. \"Go easy on me okay?\"\n\n\"Sure. Just...\" Tihiq admitted, \"This evil alien thing is kinda' fun.\"\n\n\"Shit, you were trying to reach my tonsils from down there.\"\n\n\"You ready...\" He finally asked, his shaft rubbing her leg.\n\n\"Right. *Evil alien*.\" She prepped with some deep breaths again. \"Let's keep going.\"\n\n(Part 2 coming soon.)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[TT] Elves go into a trance-like heat during their mating season, as is their nature. When they finally snap out of it, they're often confused and disoriented. Not unlike the elf you just spent the last sixteen hours having sex with." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "How long have we been doing this? It’s been hours at this point and I’m still thrusting inside her. What started as an elf offering me a blowjob quickly evolved into me fucking her for hours. Her round, yet firm ass is all I am thinking right now. I cum and I feel my body finally starting to give up. No, I’m lying. My body gave up hours ago. The only reason I was still able to keep going was because of that aphrodisiac potion she gave me. \n\nI lie down for just as second when I feel like someone’s liking dick again. Then I see her putting my dick inside her mouth and moving her head up and down. She stops and puts my dick inside of her again. I’m feeling too tired to even move but that doesn’t matter to her. She moves her hips with the same energy as when we started. At this rate I wonder if I’ll actually die of exhaustion. And there it goes, I cum again and yet there’s no more semen left. Does she even notice that I no longer have semen in my balls?\n\nIt doesn’t matter anymore. I’m exhausted and I fall asleep. Upon waking up I see her already awake in my bed. She looks embarrassed and confused. This awkward. Should I say something? What do I do? Finally she speaks:\n\n“What happened here? I understand what I did but I have no recollection of doing so”.\n\n“Well, how should I say it? We had sex for literal hours. You looked like something got into you and I let you inside my house. Then you forced me to drink a potion and dragged me to my bedroom”. She’s speechless. I don’t blame her, I would be too if I were on her shoes.\n\n“Where’s my clothing”.\n\n“It should be on the floor as well as mine”.\n\nShe gets off the bed and picks up her clothing and starts dressing up. I’m hungry and she probably is too.\n\n“Want some breakfast?”.\n\n“No, I’m fine. I’ll get going soon”.\n\n“Are you sure?”.\n\n“Yes”.\n\nShe leaves my house while I start falling asleep again. I hear knocking on my door. I open my door and I see the elf.\n\n“Where are we?”.\n\n“Well, I live a little far away from the town. You don’t know how to go back home?”.\n\n“No”.\n\n“Here, let me help you”. I say while putting on my clothes." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A feminization demon has found a tomboy and continues to whisper commands into her ear “wear a dress, act ditzy, suck his dick”" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Selena squirmed uncomfortably in the short summer dress she wore. Did she have to pick one with such a short skirt? This was stupid, she was stupid, she was going home.\n\n\"Nooo...\" A sultry voice whispered from somewhere just outside her consciousness. Unseen and unbeknownst to her, a feminine, bimbo of a lust demon rested one arm on her shoulder and checked its nails. \"He's coming all this way, stay and wait. This time he'll take an interest. You know I'm right... he wants you, you just have to make sure he knows it...\"\n\nShe stayed, her cute little ass remaining right where it was in the booth. She was the first of her friends to arrive, would they laugh when they saw her? No, they'd just be silently embarrassed for her, not wanting to make it worse by bringing it up.\n\n\"Ssshow enough skin and you'll draw their eyes... You haven't done anything complicated, hell, you've barely got any makeup. You're hot as hell so just show off those legs and let the horny bastard's libido do the rest.\"\n\nSelena breathed deeply. She wished that someone would turn up fast so the suspense could end.\n\nSelena was a little short, and fairly skinny. She was a little flat and had strong, skinny runner's legs from doing track. Her dark hair was short, with an undercut on one side, completely at odds with her cutesy white dress with its deliberately faded floral print. Was that a normal design? It had been one of the first things on the rack and the only one that had sort of caught her eye. She'd bought it quickly and hurried out without trying it on. Did it fit okay? She'd spent thirty minutes just looking at different angles in the mirror she hadn't used in months. What if it looked different sitting down? She should've dragged a chair in front of the mirror. Fuck!\n\n\"Giiirl, you're impossible.\" She didn't hear the voice consciously but something compelled her to stay and wait. Ten minutes later, Selena's first friend arrived. It was Katie, a college friend who'd taken a job at the same café as her. They greeted each other cheerily as she slid in opposite, Katie apologising for being late and Selena asking after the guys. \n\n\"Nice dress!\" \"Aw thanks! Just something I thought I'd try out, y'know! Haha!\" \n\n\"Well it looks great.\" Katie assured her.\n\nA few minutes later the guys turned up. Katie's boyfriend \"Weirdo with a beardo\" Duncan, the quiet guy from work they kinda let tag along and Niall, Katie's tall, dark-haired friend that Selena had met through her. She was sure to beckon him to sit down next to her on the pretence of asking him which cocktail on the menu was \"punchier\" whatever the fuck that meant.\n\nShe brushed some strands of hair out of her face nervously and leaned in, trying to look attentive. As she crossed and uncrossed her legs she saw his eyes dip for a moment, breaking contact with her greys to watch her fit thighs rub against each other. Deep in the pit of her stomach she felt a spark of excitement and had to suppress a smile, hiding her face with her drink.\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\nThough he'd been a little surprised at her sudden change in style, Niall didn't mind at all. His eyes drunk in the fresh sight. The mostly white summer dress clung to her skinny midriff tightly, showing off her slender waist and the gentle curves of the skinny girl. \n\nThough she wasn't particularly busty, the swell of her breasts was obvious and the v-neck, loose thanks to her slightly bony stature showed off a bit of cleavage whenever she moved or leant over the table. It occurred to him, if not for the first time, then more strongly than before that he really wouldn't mind seeing those strong legs of hers wrapped around is waist while he made the punky girl squeal. \n\nNiall put down his drink before he did anything to offend her. Sure, she was showing a hell of a lot more skin than he'd seen her do before but that didn't mean it would be a good idea to hit on her. Just because she decided not to wear jeans or sports wear for once didn't mean anything. If you'd asked him when they'd first met he would have told you he assumed she was a lesbian. He'd learnt that wasn't the case since, but still, she was a come-over-for-a-mariokart-tournament kinda friend, not a fuck-whenever-you-get-drunk-together friend. He wished he had one of those.\n\n\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\\~\n\n\"Clothes ain't enough girl, you got the hook in, now reel him in bitch, your bod's just the bait. Show him with your actions.\" \n\n\"Hey Nick, let me see that?\" She full leaned over Niall to see Nick's photo of his dog which he was showing off on his phone. One hand resint on either side of Niall's left knee, she squinted as the screen, her side pressed right up against his chest, the edge of one of her breasts barely grazing him through the thin, cheap fabric of her dress. Somehow she could tell he was acutely aware of that point of contact.\n\n\"Yaass girl! Stop blushing! He's the one that should be going red!\"\n\nAs she sat back heavily she became aware that she'd really been throwing back the drinks, Niall had even offered to pay for hers but she'd declined. Feeling bold, she leaned up against his shoulder as he stared straight ahead awkwardly. She'd always laughed at his jokes very deliberately and tried to tag along on nights out when she knew he was going but she had been incapable of really getting closer to him. \n\nNow though, with a few drinks in her she was able to press riiight up against his strong arm. Fuck she wanted him to wrap those arms around her. She giggled. Wait, should she really be doing this? It hadn't occurred to her to check his reaction, would it be more awkward to pull away now? \n\nWhether red from embarrassment or drink? It was painfully obvious to Duncan, Nick and Katie what was going on. The usually playfully argumentative Selena had spoken almost exclusively to Niall the whole night, flustering him every now and again as she inched closer to listen to him talk, now right up against him. Katie hadn't even known she was into him, that girl didn't let anything slip." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[TT] As a newly famous cartoon character you were terrified to enter the dreaded Rule 34 building, but the more you saw the less you wanted to leave..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "In the Black Forest of Germany, there is a forgotten fairy tale. It goes something like this:\n\n---\n\n Once upon a time, a noble but dimwitted knight, and a clever, just, princess, fell madly in love. They were set to be married, but one day an evil wizard kidnapped the princess, and forced her to marry him.\n\n The knight set out in the dead of night to rescue the princess, but along the way, deep in the dark and haunted forest, he stumbled over a bear. \n\n In one version of the story, the bear attacks and gravely injures him. He begs it to hear his dying words. He tells it the saga of his dear, tender love for the clever princess, and of how she was wise and just and how the knight had been nothing but a stupid brute until he had met her. \n\nHe tells the bear of her clever pranks, and of her beauty and her love of board games, even the ones that went over the knight's head, and how her laugh was so gentle that he never felt ashamed for a moment asking her to repeat the rules that had confused him. The bear, taking pity on the knight, and enamored with his description of the princess, takes up his sword, and sets out to complete his quest on his behalf.\n\nIn an older version, the knight instead faces a were-bear, sometimes a minion of the wizard, and defeats it handily. However, by killing it, he becomes the new bearer of its curse, and he transforms into a were-bear himself.\n\nStill other versions omit the bear entirely. Instead, the forest itself contains a number of trials that take years to complete, and the honorable knight slowly transforms into a bear-like wildman in the process of overcoming the dangers.\n\nWhichever version you hear, the bear-knight arrives at the Wizard's tower. he storms the tower, and attacks the wizard.\n\nOnce again the versions differ.\n\nIn many tellings, he simply charges in and rescues the princess and they live happily ever after.\n\nOther versions have the princess outwit the wizard and escape on her own, making the bear-knight's eventual death a pointless tragedy.\n\nSometimes, he is unable to defeat the wizard alone, until the princess recognizes him, and they work together to escape. \n\nSometimes, the bear abandons the knight's sword, reverts to his animal instincts, and eats both the princess and the wizard. \n\nAnd finally, sometimes, he shares the were-bear curse with the princess and they live forever as cursed rulers of the haunted forest.\n\n---\n\nIn the fifties, a dour engineer and a handsome clown started a puppet show with fantastical animatronic puppets, and they broadcast it across parts of the east coast of the US. The most successful of their stories was a sort of ongoing sequel to the fairy tale, with the bear-knight and the princess(the lone human actress in the puppet shows) foiling the evil schemes of the wizard and getting into misadventures with a number of other woodland friends.\n\n\n \nThroughout the latter half of the twentieth century, the rights to the show have been passed around from studio to studio, with a few haphazard attempts to revive it. New characters were added, like Princess Fallasleep, a narcoleptic source of much physical comedy. Other stories and fairy tales got incorporated into the developing mythos. Jack, of beanstalk fame, and the Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood, both became recurring characters. During the 70's, the wizard was largely sidelined as a villain in favor of Ivan and Karla Kaputznik, Soviet Lumberjacks bent on the destroying the forest and all who lived in it. During the 80's, merchandising greatly expanded the cast, with all sorts of recolors and rereleases inflating the number of named animals in the haunted forest to over a hundred.\n\nDespite the consistent push, no individual iteration of the show stuck in the public conciousness for very long. Many people had heard of it in some form, but vanishingly few actually cared about it. The shows were largely relegated to discount VHS bins in grocery stores across America. And yet, it kept going until, In the mid 90's, an awful attempt at an edgy reboot all but permanently torpedoed any hope the show had of success.\n\nUntil, in 2017, a Youtuber purchased a storage locker containing the original corroded puppets. The video went viral and screencaps of the rotting, rusted animatronics became the basis for an infamous creepypasta. This prompted a renewed interested in the old show and all its successors, and in late 2018, a new animated series was available on your streaming platform of choice.\n\n---\n\nIf it is good at anything, the internet is good at iterating on a story, producing a thousand different variations with ten thousand different themes. And there is no theme the internet loves more than sex.\n\n---\n\n\nNew tellings had the bear and the knight fall in love, and rescue the princess together. They became a trio. The idea of a dainty, clever princess getting railed by a pair of hulking, but gentle, brutes caught on.\n\nOr focused on the Bear-Knight's struggle with his new, bestial impulses. his quiet, gentle persona provided a delicious contrast to his massive, animalistic form, and bulging monster cock.\n\nSome took inspiration from the wizard's later depictions, where he'd been downgraded to a skeletor/bowser level non-threat, and decided he was actually a cool single dad.\n\nThe furry fandom fell in love with the woodland animal friends. A forest of diverse animals was fertile ground for OCs, and like My Little Pony and Sonic before it, all sorts of weirdness quickly emerged.\n\nThe weebs came to a definitive list of the best waifus from across the whole run of the various shows, and somehow, for once, tumblr basically agreed with them.\n\nThe crowning achievement of this 'several-fandoms-in-a-trenchcoat' arrangement was to produce a tangle of interconnected fanfic continuities that, much like superhero comics, spun off in a million directions, ranging from epic to perverse, crossing over with anything you could imagine. Taken as a single work, this story quickly outstripped the previous longest books, and even overtook the combined run time of the entire original shows. it was a shortish-lived fad, however, and by 2020, the hype had passed, and nearly everyone but a few dedicated nerds had forgotten about it.\n\n---\n\nuhhh. guess I forgot to add the porn. This is just a wikipedia article for a show that doesn't exist." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "\"All salesgirls are to show up ready to give blowjobs to customers\" was a bad drunken joke from her manager's friend last night. Nonetheless she showed up especially *excited* for work today!" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Being asked to potentially give blowjobs to customers didn't even surprise Ava. After all, the uniform for salesgirls was a short blue skirt with a low-cut white shirt. The other girls agreed the manager was a big-time creep too, he seemed to be always hanging around the changing rooms. Melissa was his favorite, for which she got longer shifts, smeared mascara and an \"Assistant Manager\" title.\n\nWhile not entirely ethical, her manager's methods got results. Sales were good, and the percentage commission went a long way toward encouraging Ava to put on a show for every customer she could.\n\nEveryone except Bill over there, if you generously called him a customer. With a collared shirt and a haircut more expensive than Ava's, he spent most of his time staring at cleavage while demanding discounts and talking about how important he was at the Fortune 500 company he worked for. Currently, he was giving Melissa an earful in the jewelry section.\n\nIf he was really that important, he'd get the manager and double team Melissa in the office at the back of the store, Ava thought, which gave her an idea.\n\nWith newfound confidence, Ava approached the two of them. \"I'll take it from here, Melissa. Come with me, sir,\" she gestured towards the back of the store. Bill straightened up \"Thank you! Now this is what I'm talking about!\"\n\nAva gestured him in to her manager's office and closed the door. She sat down in her manager's chair while Bill inhaled to berate her.\n\n\"Now I'm telling you, I have a good eye for these sorts of things, and there's no reason for this jewelry to be one thousand dollars. I mean what do you think I am, an idiot? I have a fine appreciation of these, and between the earrings and the chains, that's maybe... what are you doing?\"\n\nAva continued pulling her shirt off over her head, revealing her pink, B-cup bra. \"Please, continue,\" she said.\n\n\"What kind of store is this anyways, I always thought the uniforms you all wear were sleazy... or at least the rest of the girls who wear the uniform.\" He gestured at Ava's now-braless figure.\n\n\"Mhm. Get out your cock and tell me what you really think about us,\" Ava said, getting on her knees in front of him.\n\nBill seemed only too happy to comply. \"Worthless whores, all of you... Hey, easy on the tip, that's sensitive... Good-for-nothing sluts. You all act like discount is a word from a language you don't understand... Yeah, you better gag. Can't even suck a cock properly, unbelievable... Ngh yeah that's right... Suck on my cock you worthless bitch... You want me to buy something or are you just that much of a slut... Yeah, play with my balls, nnngh... Is this the only way you can sell your shit... Take it fast and hard, bitch... Now if only you gave discounts here as easily as you gave head... Fuck... Cumming!\"\n\nAva removed the sloppy cock from her mouth and directed it towards her chest while continuing to stroke it. While to her chagrin one spurt blasted errantly into her hair, the rest of his cum landed on her lower neck, her collar bone and between her tits.\n\n\"Fuck that was good. Now what's the discount on the jewelry?\" Bill asked.\n\n\"That was the discount,\" Ava replied, \"Now if you don't want me to send a recording of that speech to your employer, you better start buying jewelry here at list price, or you better get the fuck out of the store and never come back.\"\n\nBill's demeanor changed instantly. \"That's not legal, you have no right to record me.\"\n\n\"Of course we do. There's cameras covering every square inch of this store. You consented the moment you stepped in the front door.\"\n\n---\n\n\"Melissa told me you got Bill to buy the most overpriced jewelry in the store without a discount. How did you do it?\" her manager asked.\n\nAva shrugged, \"Standard customer retention.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "She found that being tickled didn't just make her laugh, but also left her with hypersensitive erogenous zones... Something people found to be an endless source of... Entertainment" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Heeeeey, Emily.\"\n\nNo. No no no no no, not _here_. Not _now_. The one day, the _one_ day she decided she could risk dressing up a little in mixed company, and of course Nate chose this one evening to show up unforeseen. Emily's heart skipped a beat, and she gulped back the last of her plastic cup of cheap cider and turned on her heel.\n\n\"Nate!\" grinned Emily. She was acting a little tipsier than she really was, in the hope of excusing the red-hot blush creeping across her cheeks. \"I had no idea you were here,\" she added pointedly. \"Seriously, you never mentioned you were coming.\"\n\nTo be fair, she wouldn't have expected him anywhere else. As far as Halloween parties went, this really was the only show in town. Every year, the locals descended on this architectural disaster of a \"mansion\" to drink the place dry and show off their costuming skills and/or genitals to the crowd. It was Emily's fourth time attending, and she'd gone for something a little racier than normal. A gloomy, witchy look. All black everything, even her hair, with only flashes of pale skin and a pair of stripy black and white knee socks breaking up the wall of darkness.\n\nShe was also acutely aware that, in defiance of her usual dress code around her friends, she was wearing a skirt. It was a pretty modest one, honestly, close to knee length, but that wasn't the point. The point was that all that stood between her clit and the outside world was a thin layer of cotton, and, while she wouldn't normally have minded that, things were suddenly very different.\n\nNate shrugged, spread his arms, and gave her that cunning, sheepish smile of his, the one that conveyed \"my bad!\" without actually apologising for anything. Bastard. His outfit was a little more minimal than mine, just a devil-horns headband and a pitchfork straight out of his garden shed. (She was surprised they'd let him in with that.) Appropriate enough, she supposed, if he'd come to torment her. His beard wasn't quite right, though - much too wild. Satan would have a neat little goatee, not a ginger-flecked thatch you could hide a badger in.\n\n\"Hey, Emi, I'm sorry,\" he said. \"I didn't realise you wanted the evening to yourself. I'll leave you be.\" He turned to leave.\n\n\"You know that's not what this is about,\" Emily heard herself say, regretting it the moment it tumbled from her lips.\n\nNate rounded on her, eyes flashing with mischief. \"So what _is_ it about, then, Emi?\" he pressed.\n\nEmily was in a hole, but she didn't have to keep digging. \"You know very well, Nate,\" she said, prodding him in the chest. \"Will you just promise you'll leave me be?\"\n\n\"Leave you be? Whatever do you mean?\" Nate stepped closer and positioned himself beside her, leaning against the railing in the corner of a stairwell. There was a fair bit of traffic up and down - he almost collided with a werewolf on his way to Emily, and a couple of catgirls shot them suggestive glances as they passed.\n\nEmily dropped her voice to a whisper. \"Nate, so help me _God_, if you don't play nice tonight, I will tear you a-ah-ahhhhh...\"\n\nHis hand rested against her side. Her top was slinky, almost skintight, and the fabric did absolutely nothing to dull the sensation as he put his fingertips to work on her. And, just as her traitorous body always compelled her to, Emily folded like a cheap card table.\n\n\"Nate, what the fu-fuuuuuck?\" she managed between bouts of hyperventilating and uncontrolled giggles. The two catgirls had reached the top of the stairs, but they'd paused and turned to see her writhing incoherently on the stair rail. \"Look at all these _people_!\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" Nate mumbled, pausing only for a blessed half second before he moved in closer and slid his hand across her stomach, probing up under the hem. If Emily had been able to object further, she likely wouldn't have managed it between wracking bursts of laughter as he set her skin alight.\n\nEmily was ticklish. If her friends wanted to exploit that in public for an easy laugh, fine. But that wasn't what worried her. What worried her was what came next. Agitation Disjunction Syndrome was a vanishingly rare condition - Emily may well have be the only sufferer in the state - but its effects were very, very clear. It led to certain touch receptors becoming abnormally linked, and responding in kind. So, if people tickled her in one spot and made her skin tingle there, then...\n\nGods above, she could already feel the fabric acutely against the gentle throbbing of her clit - a throb that she wouldn't have had to deal with if her head hadn't been filled with the knowledge of exactly what Nate was going to do to her next. She couldn't stand this ordeal, but perhaps the thing she could stand the least about it was how fucking _excited_ it got her, how much the messy primeval part of her brain _wanted_ her to go through this.\n\n\"Nate,\" she growled, between ragged breaths that sent zings through her nervous system as her cotton panties shifted imperceptibly against her, \"you're such a bastard.\"\n\n\"I know, hun,\" Nate replied, and, too quick for anyone to catch, he reached under her skirt and swiped a single fingertip between her thighs.\n\nAnd, much to her shame and bliss, that did it.\n\nThis had happened to Emily enough times before that she could control herself a little better now, but still not much. She could suppress the embarrassingly loud moans she sometimes let out, and she could usually even stay on her feet, but anyone who got a proper look at her would assess her body language and conclude that, yes, this woman was failing miserably to hide the fact that she was having a shuddering full-body orgasm.\n\nThe first thing Emily saw when she opened her eyes was the girls at the top of the stairs staring at her, their faces a mixture of shock and amusement.\n\nNate was nowhere to be seen, but Emily had a feeling they'd run into each other again later. For now, though, she was in dire need of another drink." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You can’t be sure, but you could swear your neighbor’s 18 year old daughter was flirting with you the last time you spoke... And she doesn’t seem to ever put her blinds down anymore. There’s no way she’s flirting... right?" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "*I'm probably misinterpreting this.*\n\nSuppressing a moan, I smiled warmly at Miranda, the neighbor's 18 year old daughter, as she straddled me on the couch, her hands fumbling with my belt. She was a sweet girl, very friendly - during quarantine, she'd started baking, and had recently taken to bringing over a plate of cookies for me every few days. \"The cookies really are excellent, Miranda. I really appreciate the thought.\" My stiff old cock sprung from my pants as she tugged them open, and I winced inwardly. *God, getting an erection in front of this girl, what am I, some horny college boy? Show some self control, John, don't be that guy.*\n\nTo be honest, I thought I'd been picking up on some subtle signals from her recently that she might be interested in me. Little things, nothing definite. For instance, a couple weeks back I was over at her house and she laughed a little too hard at a corny joke I made and sort of stroked my arm. Well not really stroked, more just grazed. And last week, I noticed she'd left her window open in her bedroom facing my house and undressed for her shower, and I think she glanced over at me a couple of times to see if I was watching. And a few days ago, when she brought over those cookies, she dropped to her knees and sucked my cock til I came in her mouth. Well, not entirely *in* her mouth, some of it was on her face, but still, she was very cheerful about it. \n\nI snapped back into reality as I felt her slender fingers stroke my thick old cock, guiding it to her slit. *Come on, get real. This girl is probably just being friendly.* I watched rapturously for a few moments as the engorged tip of my cockhead brushed against her wetness, and felt her labia part for me as she lowered herself slowly onto my shaft. *You're just some weird older guy who lives next door to her, she wouldn't be interested in you, you're just indulging in a silly fantasy.* I heard a soft moan escape her lips as I penetrated her, breaking my concentration. *Oh man, I've just been staring at her for like a whole minute without saying anything. Christ, she must think I'm a creep.* Clearing my throat, I glanced away from the naked woman in my lap and over to the pile of her clothes in the corner of the room where she'd thrown them a few minutes ago. *It is weird that she got naked in my house. Is that normal these days? Maybe she's a nudist.* I felt her wet little cunt slide lower onto my shaft, her labia kissing the base of my cock as I suppressed the urge to grab her by the hips and begin thrusting into her. *Easy now, don't be a creep. No need to turn a friendly gesture into something sexual. Grabbing her and pounding her fuckhole like that is just the sort of thing a stereotypical dirty old man might do, don't make her uncomfortable.* \n\nStill, despite my best efforts, I felt my hips move unbidden, thrusting and grinding subtly in time with her movements as she rode my cock. Nervously, I watched her reaction, trying to read whether she was uncomfortable with it or not. It was difficult to tell, really - those bright blue eyes of hers had fluttered shut, and her lips were parted - she was breathing heavily, and occasionally let out a soft cry. \"Ohhh, fuck me Daddy.\" She moaned, and I felt her walls gripping me tighter as her hips gyrated against me faster and faster. *What is that, is that slang? What does it mean?* My mouth hung open for a few moments as my mind spun wildly, seeking some kind of response, distracted by the pert breasts bouncing in front of my face, my cock throbbing with need as she rode me, the friendly girl from next door that I just didn't understand at all. \"Yas . . . Queen?\" I said, somewhat tentatively, but she hardly seemed to hear it. She gasped, shuddering, and I felt her pussy tighten around me, her hands digging into my shoulders, and the intensity of the moment was too much for me. I felt an incredible surge of pleasure and grasped her hips, pulling her down as far onto my cock as she would go, stream after stream of my thick seed pumping into her friendly, neighborly womb. *God, she feels good. If only I had some kind of clear sign of how she felt about me . . .*\n\n ---\n\n*EDIT* - Thanks for the awards and the kind words! It was a fun prompt, and a fun story to write up, I'm glad that some of you enjoyed my take on it!" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Your blind friend asks for help putting on makeup for a date. With the final layer of blush applied, she announces “perfect” before leaning in for a kiss..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Olivia...\" she stammered.\n\n\"Sam, there's no way you couldn't have known. Given how independent I am and how much I ask you to come over.\" Olivia smiles, her face an inch away.\n\nOlivia's closed eyes fluttered a bit. Her perfume was an intoxicating, though Sam had just spritzed in on. For whatever dumb, stupid, wonderful reason it suddenly became her favorite scent.\n\nMaybe it was because her friend was wearing it, her friend who had until recently had undisclosed feelings for her.\n\nMaybe it was because Sam secretly had the same feelings but was too scared to do anything for fear of rejection.\n\nMaybe she was just being silly.\n\nBut it all felt so real. She couldn't have made it up, she truly liked Olivia. Possibly even loved her.\n\n\"Hey, you still there?\" Olivia asked smile still plastered across her cute cheeks.\n\n\"Uh, yah I just didn't expect...\" Sam started.\n\n\"It's okay, maybe I was too forward-\"\n\n\"No! No, you're absolutely fine. It's just, I have the same feelings.\" Sam's turn to smile. These two women, one who got dolled up even though she'll never see it, the other who did it for her friend just to have some time alone together, they sat breathing in each other's scent, each other anxiety and giddiness. Two school girls having just learned their crushes had requited feelings.\n\n\"May I... may I kiss you again?\" Sam finally asked.\n\n\"Of course, nothing would make me happier.\"\n\nGently, softly, gingerly, they closed the distance, awkwardly finding each other. They kissed deeply, just breathing in the other's warmth.\n\n\nAll they wanted was to sit and enjoy each other, let all the stress of life melt away. Just one night to forget everything but each other.\n\nThey just wanted to love." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "\"I'll have what she's having\" You say pointing the woman red-faced and gasping at the end of the bar. Little did you know, what she was *having* was a couple shots of 'Juice That Makes You Cum Super Hard'" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“I’ll have what she’s having” you say pointing to the woman, red-faced and gasping at the end of the bar. “Are you sure about that sir? It is usually considered a female drink.”, the bartender informed. “She seems to really enjoy it; I don’t care what others think. I want what she’s having.” The bartender nods and starts preparing the mixed drink that he made for the woman. \n \n\nYou stare back to the women and she seems to gasp after every sip of her drink. “There is no way its that good! She looks like it’s the best damn thing she had!” you thought, “Here you go sir, enjoy”. \n You lick your lips and grab the blue drink and take a nice whiff while swirling the liquid around. All you smell is liquor but surely this drink must be something to make the woman be so enamored by it. You take a sip to taste; you smack your lips trying to use the air to activate any taste from it. With some disappointment you think to yourself “This is nothing but a little tequila with food coloring, pretty much tasteless.”\n\nYou were about to complain to the bartender, getting up and ready to go Karen on the man something happened inside you. First it was a warm sensation, but after getting up you started burning up inside. \n After pausing and trying to make sense of what was going on suddenly you feel hot inside. After a few breaths trying to control yourself, you find yourself with a hard boner. A few moments passes and something has come over you, you start to move your hips in a suggestive manner. You do not know what’s going on, but you keep humping air like a mutt in heat with a shoe. You dick feels unbearable and you want to stroke it so bad. Because of your antics you notice a few girls looking at you slightly chuckling and embarrassed. With shame you start to make your way to the bathroom by shoving the stool away from the bar and try to rush to the door. Unfortunately, whatever was controlling you did not let you get far from the bar and you started humping the air harder. An audible grunt came out of your mouth and with red cheeks you keep huffing and puffing. Knowing that you are trapped you kneel to the floor slightly tearing up. “Please stop I don’t want this”, your body starts shaking and humping your hips harder, faster and more sensual. Laughter fills the room with whistles and cat calls from both women and men alike. Your head is drowned with cloudiness and you start not seeing straight, “Fuck whatever this is please end now, just get it over with!”. With a few more humps and a slap on the rear by a few bold women you did something that you cannot believe just happened. “Did I just fucking cum?” you panicked inside your head. “Oh my god! What a dirty boy!” “Hmm, I would like a taste” “Oh my god shut the fuck up ewe”. You tear and make your way to the bar, resigned to the embarrassment. \n \n\nYou sit, and the bartender gives you a glass of water not looking at your general direction in order to save you the embarrassment. You ask him the only question that has come to your mind before leaving the bar. “Sir what the hell did I drink?” you ask with an embarrassed breath. “Well sir, that is our house special”, you listen as the bartender responds to your question “The Cum Shot”." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Go to Wikipedia, hit the random article button twice, and make porn out of the combination of those two things." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The two Wikipedia articles I got:\n\nhttps://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nazaneen_Ghaffar#/random\n\nhttps://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_forest#/random\n\n~~---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~~\n\nIt was hard being a weather girl all day. It was harder, still, to be a new mother. It was exhausting maintaining a public image being married to one of the wealthiest, most well-known journalists in BBC News. \n\nThoughts rushed through Nazaneen Ghaffar's mind as she tried to focus on the trees. She gripped Charlie's hand as she enjoyed breathing the fresh air of the trees surrounding her. The forest trees were a nice reprieve from the bustling city streets surrounding it. \n\nSometimes, it was nice to have a few hours of break alone with Charlie, at least whenever he wasn't chasing a lead or giving interviews. As she leaned against him, she remembered why she fell in love and married Mr. Rose in the first place. \n\n\"It's nice being with you,\" she whispered as they sat beneath a tree, taking a short break from their wandering. \n\n\"Likewise, with you,\" Charlie said as he caressed his lover. He nestled her head under his chin before giving a soft kiss on her head. The birds sang as the breeze blew past on a surprisingly pleasant day in Southern England. \n\n\"I really want to kiss you right now,\" she murmured, still leaning on his shoulder.\n\n\"And I can oblige,\" Charlie said as he smoothly traced her face with his fingers bringing her face up to his before joining his lips to her, passionately sucking against her bottom lip as his hands groped her breasts. \n\nNazaneen felt her stress melt away as her body fell onto his, savoring the scent of his aftershave. Her fingers brushed between his legs as his arms held onto her feeling the soft curves of her back. The moment made them both feel ten years younger as they savored the intimacy they missed through work and childcare. \n\n\"Would you like to fuck me right now?\" Nazaneen felt her face blush as she whispered the words as his lips suckled on the soft skin of her neck.\n\n\"Right now? Right here under this tree?\"\n\n\"Right now, under this tree,\" she said smiling dreamily. \n\n\"And where should I finish?\" Charlie's voice was firm as he kissed her under her ear, ushering a soft moan from her.\n\n\"In my mouth.\"\n\n\"Seems awfully risky but alright,\" Charlie said as he began sliding off her panties.\n\nNazaneen's fingers brushed against his firm manhood and, with a careful unzipping of his trousers, let it spring forth through his knickers. Her tongue licked and teased his tip until silkiness ebbed forth while his fingers circled her wetness until her breathy moans joined the chorus of birds in the air. \n\n\"Put it in,\" she breathily whispered as she carefully positioned herself over him. With a careful look around, Charlie slid himself in, grinding against her as his cock stroked her inside. \n\n*At least it's plausible to any outside observer we are just sitting,* Charlie thought as he felt the soft thighs of his wife. The risk of getting caught only made it more exciting even though, in the back of his mind, Charlie knew no one would show up in such a deep part of this urban forest. \n\nMinutes passed before Charlie knew he was getting close. \n\n\"I'm about to finish,\" he muttered as Nazaneen got off his lap and positioned her face in front of her.\n\n\"Give me all of it, Mr. Rose,\" she moaned softly as he stroked his wet cock until spurt after spurt of salty white frosted her tongue. With a soft gulp, Nazaneen swallowed before sucking his sensitive tip a bit more and helping him unzip it back into his trousers.\n\nNazaneen kissed him one more time before the couple lovingly walked out of the forest. \n\n\"We should do this again when we're both free,\" she whispered.\n\n\"Yes, we should,\" Charlie smiled as he held her hand tightly. It was nice to have a break, after all.\n\n**The End**" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The fact that she wasn't allowed to marry gave some people the wrong idea about her vows. Her order's paladins were actually encouraged to engage *exclusively* in casual sex..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "((Been a while since I felt inclined to pump something out on Dirtywritingpromps, but Infelt like casually writing something casual, and hey! This was here!))\n\nOh, there he goes again. Every time we stop at a tavern, Jan had his eyes on whatever loose wench he could see. The hotheaded sorceror had a sex drive that burned all night long, and why shouldn’t he? Permanent transfiguration spells to get a perfect face with a sculpted jaw and those searing orange curls that never failed to stand out in a room. He winked at the barmaid, the barmaid winked back. \n\nShe was pretty, young, but nowhere was she as beautiful as me. Jan wasn’t the only one in our party to have magical augmentation. Over the course of training, the Sol’s blessing sharpened my features as well, and gilt my hair into long, flowing golden locks. No, seriously, Paladins always have perfect blond hair, even right after waking up in the morning. Little mention boon of the gods. \n\nThat barrmaid was slinking over, and I was tempted to steal her for myself, but the desire for answers surpassed my envy. I rapped the table hard, “Jan!” I said, almost shouting.\n\nHis head spun around, orange curls bobbing around, face a bit annoyed as the barrmaid passed on by with a disappointed look. “Come on, what is it? Going to condemn me for my free willing ways?” \n\nI shook my head. “Hmph. I just wanted to know why you’re always cavorting with gals in every tavern we go too. Haven’t you ever thought of dating within the party? Like me?”\n\nJan let out a hearty chuckle. “Like you? I get that you’re beautiful, but-“\n\n“What? Are you only interested in younger girls? Not interested in someone mature?”\n\n“No, I only ever thought you had those vows... you know... against marriage, Sam.” Jan seemed a bit sheepish now as I leaned in. My shirt slipped down a little, and I saw him flick his eyes down into my cleavage. Cheeky.\n\n“Against marriage?” I raised an eyebrow, leaning in further over him, forcing him to strain to lift his eyes up with all his will. “You know that only means marriage. Like what did you think I was doing with Lucille every other weekend? Mutual prayers?”\n\nJan blinked and gulped, the coals starting to ignite in that furnace of a brain. “Uh, well, mutual prayers?” \n\n“She’s a warlock Jan. I was doing more *entertaining things.*” I whispered over, before licking my cherry-red lips in a slow circle. “A prohibition on marriage is just that. I’m allowed to date, have casual relationships, one night stands, just no chains tying me down.”\n\n“Oh... and what about Kraniel.”\n\n“Fucking. Really freaky fucking. I just cast a silence spell every time.”\n\n“Oh. So...” Jan pointed a finger at himself. “Well, to think that after all these years, I never had a night with you because I flunked Religion 101 at the Studium.”\n\nThe sorcerer seemed a little disappointed, and not because the barmaid was flirting with a hunky adventurer down at the bar. No, he seemed a bit sad when I looked into his eyes, but I could also see something else: desire.\n\nWell, better late than never!\n\nI snaked my hand forward, and grabbed onto his. My other hand slipped a few pieces of silver on the table. More than what our food was worth, but I figured it would be an apology to the barrmaid. “Come on then, let me show you what you’ve been missing out on.”\n\n...\n\nAfter the door closed, it took one minute for my shirt to be off, and another five before we were both naked, getting handsy with each other. And yes, the carpets match the drapes. \n\nNow, I was riding on him on that single bed, stressing the bedframe with holy night and church-sanctioned casual sex. My hips rolled on top of his as I tried to grind him into the pile of sheets, bouncing on his shaft as he cradled my breasts, filling his hands up with my tender flesh. \n\n“How many little strumpets ever do this with you?” I tease, betraying my decades of experience with each roll of my hips. \n\nJan moaned and gasped, a delightful sound to my ears. “Not many!” He admitted, straining to try and stay in control. Ably, him and his ego.\n\nI kept this up, feeling a climax coming over me, “and just imagine... you could’ve had me all this time... every night... well, every other night, if you promised not to tie me down. Oh!” I gasped, feeling myself pass over the edge.\n\nHe let out a grin, and parted his hands from my chest to weave them in a silent spell whilst I was distracted in my first orgasm. He kept bucking his hips, but I found myself unable to roll and ride down on him as my hands were pulled up towards the ceiling on magical chains that bound me with unbreakable force.\n\nThey lifted me up off the bed, letting me bask in the afterglow of a heated climax before yanking my wrists down to the headboard as Jan slipped out from under me and kneeled before me, his cock still erect and glistening, a warmth emanating from it as Jan cast a spell of endurance. “Well, I don’t know if I’d promise not to never tie you down literally...” he pondered, “but I’ll say yes to more casual romance.” \n\nA silent smile crept over my face as I told myself this totally, definitely wasn’t going to turn into anything more as Jan started to shuffle his hard cock towards my mouth. ‘Can’t really get to marriage if you haven’t even kissed yet, right?’ I thought as I parted my lips to let the tip of his cock slide over my tongue." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "At some point, the pirate captain had told her crew that they could fuck her anytime for a hundred gold... She hadn't anticipated how flush this most recent plunder would make them..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Pirate's Booty-\n\n\"Alright boys!  That would be the last of it!\" Captain Sally Bowleg barked enthusiastically as she watched her men grab the last chest of coins from the merchant's ship's cargo hold. \n\"Thank you, greatly for your cooperation.\" Sally said as she turned to the young scared captain of the merchant ship. \"I usually don't make this much money with my pants still on!\" She said her joke loudly so her men could all hear. The defeated captain grew red as she grabbed at his crotch while making the joke.\n\nOnce every coin was tucked away the ship they called the Tight Wench sped off to the horizon.  Her crew would happily count their treasure that night and recount the last big load they got.  \"Nearly ten thousand pieces of gold less.\" Heckie chuckled.  \"And as I recall the good captain said that night 'Any of you miserable bastard could fuck me anytime of day for a hundred gold.'\"\n\nThe crew laughed as they reminisced.  \"Aye, there ain't a better feeling than an experienced mouth on yer cock whilst you're at the helm!\" Ashby grabbed his cock through his pants to punctuate his point.  The captain licked her pouty lips.  \n\n\"Always willing to take a fool's gold for a load in the mouth.\"  She retorted to the howl of her drunk crew.\n\n\"Oh, it was well worth it.\" Ashby growled.  \n\n\"I fucked her in the arse on the first pile of gold we made together.\" Heckie recalled.  His tone reminded them all how long it had been since they had been back to Port or had such a haul.\n\n\"She sat on my cock during a church service for a hundred gold!\" A voice called from the back of the crowd.\n\n\"Vicar? Is that you?\" Sally squinted her eyes as if she was looking for the voice.  The crew laughed at her joke.\n\n\"Captain Sally, I happen to have a hundred gold to spare…\" Heckie grabbed a stack of coins.  \"How about we show the crew how a seasoned bitch takes a real cock?\"  He said it as he pulled out a sizable rod.\n\n\"Oh, is a man with a real cock going to show up after you fuck me?\" Sally asked as she pushed her golden hair back and undid her blouse.\n\nThe crew hooted in response. \"This is what makes you worth it.\" Heckie said, kicking off his pants.  \"She's got the words of a salty captain but the voice of a honey dipped angel.\"\n\n\"And cunt tighter than the king's purse.\" A voice called from the back.\n\n\"Then her arse would be tighter than the queen's purse.\" Heckie walked forward as the Captain peeled off the last of her sweaty clothes and stood before her crew naked in the light of their oil lamps.  The golden hue danced on her tanned skin and soft curves.  They marveled at how a woman of such experience still managed to defy gravity with her perky tits, and hardly a blemish or stretch mark graced her from head to toe.  \n\n\"How do you want me?\" Her sultry tone had the whole crew hard as planks.\n\n\"Bend over and grab that mast, wise ass.\" Heckie stroked himself to full hardness.  She followed his orders and spread her legs as she leaned against the mast, bracing for what she knew was to come.  Heckie walked up behind her and slid into her pussy that was wet and happy to receive him.  It felt like her expert twat was pulling him in deep  and holding him there.\n\nThe captain let out a loud satisfying moan as her first mate went to work on her with his  hammering member.  Her legendary pride told her she couldn't just let him toss her around like cock hungry street tart.  She needed to take a cut at that ego of his. \"Gentlemen! Over the years I have shagged this rotten dog nearly a half a dozen times, but this is the first he found my baby maker.  I was starting to believe you mistook me for the cabin boy.\"\n\nThe crew howled in laughter at the slight but Heckie simply gathered her blonde hair at the base of her skull and doubled his efforts.  The quickened pace made the captain's toes curl and her knees nearly buckled.  If it wasn't for his iron grip on that hair she would have tumbled to the ground.  A series of animalistic grunts let the crew know Captain Sally had just greased her first mate's pole with her cum as she orgasimed.  The crew cheered Heckie on as he rode her nearly limp body to the edge of climax.  Then he spun her around and anointed her face and chest with his seed in front of the cheer crowd.\n\nShe was still dizzy when the next crewmate dropped a purse of gold next to her and guided his penis into her drooling mouth. Once he was fully hard she looked up and asked \"Is this the hole you want to spend a hundred gold on?\" He wordlessly pushed her to the deck and lowered himself down.  She hoped to get another satisfying fuck in her cunt, but this gentlemen was knocking at her back door.  She stopped him for a second to implore that he dip his cock in the other hole for the lubrication first.  He obliged her request.  The work he did on her arse had her rubbing her clit whilst she screamed.  \n\nThat lustful display acted as an advertisement for the rest of the voyage back to Port.  Over the next few days the good captain received many generous donations to her purse.  They fucked her in the crew's quarters.  They fucked her in her quarters.  They fucked her while she was helping the ship.  And they had her naked at the head of the ship as they slid up to the dock.  Surely, she had made enough gold this haul to buy a second ship, but it would take a few weeks of rest to build the strength to recruit a second crew." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "He knew he shouldn't buy a secondhand mattress. Checking the tag, it said it was magic, but that was hard to believe. He didn't notice anything weird initially, but his first sex dream on this mattress was suddenly interrupted when he woke up to find the focus of his dream in bed next to him." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "When the salesman said the mattress was magic, I figured it was just a buzzword for having a great sleep and didn’t think much of it. The price was good and my old mattress was falling apart, so I took the deal, packed the mattress into my car and took it home. For the first time in a while I was actually excited to go to sleep, but even I wasn’t quite ready for what came next. When night finally came, I was almost too excited to actually sleep. The bed was incredibly comfortable, it felt even better laying there naked vs when I tried it out in the store, but as tired as I was, I couldn’t quite fall asleep. So I did what most guys in their mid 20’s like me do when we can’t sleep. I opened my phone and looked up some porn, hoping a quick jack off would help me experience this magical sleep advertised by the mattress. I eventually settled on a first person video of a beautiful redhead in a silky white robe hanging loosely over her shoulders. The robe was closed just enough to cover her nipples, yet slim and revealing all the same. The robe wrapped perfectly around her hips and drew my eyes down her slim yet curvy hourglass figure. As she teased the robe lower and lower, slowly revealing more and more of her perfect pale body, I noticed a sudden wave of fatigue wash over me. My hand was already idly stroking myself, but this somehow felt different. She stood at the foot of the bed and let the silk robe fall silently to the floor, her slender body looking even better naked, her perky tits calmly on display. She looked directly into the camera, and for a moment I almost felt like she was staring directly at me through my phone. She placed her hands on the bed, and the next thing I knew my phone had fallen to the bed and I was fast asleep. \r \nThat same redhead from the video was now in my dreams, picking up exactly where the video left off, except I was not holding my phone, and she was actually looking directly at me. As much as I tried to look her in the eyes, I was glued to her tits as they rose and fell with her gentle breathing. She crawled into the bed and laid down right next to me. When I actually was able to look down, my blankets were gone and my cock was at full attention. She gave me a smile and planted a lustful kiss on my lips. As our mouths explored each other, so did our hands as I began fondling her incredible tits and gently pinching her nipples, leading to soft moans as we continued to make out. I could feel her hands drift down my chest and gently take hold of my now extremely hard cock, leading to a few moans of my own as she gently stroked me up and down. I had no idea how much time had passed, but the dream continued as my fingers were now deep in her pussy, as her hands continued to stroke my cock, all the while we hungrily kissed, our lips never separating, even when we would let out the occasional moan. I was in total bliss, and it seemed like we were both about to orgasm, when she suddenly stopped, looked me directly into the eyes and gave me a devilish smile. \r \nAt this point I was almost ready to wake up, I could feel myself slowly drifting away from the fantasy. Almost as if she knew I was about to leave, the woman began a painfully slow journey down my body. Gently kissing my neck, then drifting down my chest, and finally settling down between my legs. She placed herself above me, mouth open and ready to accept me, but she simply hovered there for a moment, then her head began to lower. Right when her lips reached the head, I was awake. Holding dearly onto the memory, and realizing I would now have to bring myself off before I could actually function for the rest of the day. \r \nThe next sensation jolted me awake. I felt a wet and warm sensation around my dick. My eyes shot open, and I noticed a large shape under my covers that was not there when I fell asleep. Before I had a chance to panic, waves of pleasure washed over me as I felt the mouth on me sink down. It took all I had to throw the blanket off of me, and if it wasn’t for the mouth on my dick, I probably would have screamed.\r \nThe blankets fell gently off the bed, and laying between my legs with my cock down her throat was none other than the exact woman from the porn video and my dream. She seemed to notice I had woken up, as before I could ask any questions she quickly hurried her pace. Gentle moans escaped her mouth as it slid up and down my cock, eager to milk as much pleasure out of me as possible. My legs began to tense as I was hit with wave after wave of pleasure, quickly approaching the climax, but once again I was denied as she quickly lifted her head and looked directly at me. \r \n“Great! Now that you are fully awake, I have been waiting all night for this.” Were the words that escaped her mouth and she crawled up the bed and positioned herself right on top of me. Grabbed my face and pulled me into the most erotic kiss I had ever felt, then pushed me down, and reached back to line my dick up to her pussy, then she slid back and I was fully inside her. The wave was almost enough to make me cum right then and there, but she seemed to be acutely aware of this and very slowly began to rock her hips as she rode me. That pace didn’t last long as she very quickly was being overcome with the same pleasure as I was, and she picked her pace, as her soft moans grew louder and louder.\r \n“Oh fuck, fuck fuck yea. Just like that.”\r \nThat was just about all I had as I felt my balls start to tighten, and I was just about at the point of no return. The woman above me either didn’t know or didn’t care as she continued to rock her hips on top of me, eager for every inch of my cock as it slid in and out of her tight pussy. Both of us began to moan, and even I found myself thrusting my body in rhythm with her as we both pushed towards orgasm. \r \n“Cum for me baby!” She whispered out, and that was all it took. I felt my balls explode as I shot cum into this woman's pussy. I felt her tighten around me as she rode my orgasm and clearly used me to draw out her own. When we had both finished out our orgasms, she laid next to me, and planted one final kiss on my lips. \r \nWhen I opened my eyes again, she was gone. Amazed, I spoke to the empty room.\r \n“Wow, that was amazing, this mattress really is magic”\r \n\n\n\\--------- \nbe kind, this is my first time doing dirty writing, hope you like it!" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Ever since the Sorceress's experimental spell gave her a cock, the Cleric found that the all female party became more like a particularly \"needy\" harem to her. As unused to the attention someone as meek and shy as her was, she couldn't deny how good it felt." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"I've just so *stressed* all the time lately. Like I need to have some fun once in a while.\" Savannah, an elven ranger, flounced her hair once or twice.\n\nTyra, a cleric to Embossa, the goddess of harvest, had gotten way more attention from her companions lately and she wasn't ignorant of why. When Bernadette cast that strange spell on her, Tyra went through some... changes. Namely, she grew an impressive cock just about her normal privates. It took some time to adjust, but honestly the convenience of being able to pee anywhere convinced her not to get rid of it. Plus, the rest of her party, Savannah, Bernadette and Celine, all have been going out of their way for her. Of course it was all a play to have a little fun with her, but honestly she didn't want it to stop.\n\n\"Stressed you say? Well that certainly should be remedied,\" Tyra said with a flirtatious smile. With one hand, she undid her habit, letting it fall to the floor in a jumble. She had gotten a quick release clasp sewn into her clothing due to the number of requests she got. Plus, she liked sleeping in the nude.\n\nAlready, the strange new appendage was growing stiff. Tyra began stroking her impressive cock, while Savannah salivated. Awkwardly, the elven ranger stripped out of her armor down to her undergarments. All the while, Tyra smiled in anticipation.\n\nNow in only panties and bra, Savannah knelt eagerly in front of her companion. She spent no time in engulfing the member in her mouth. Chills shot down Tyra's back. It felt so strange, yet so good.\n\nSavannah began to gag herself on the weapon, trying to see how deep she could go with each stroke. The naughty cleric couldn't help but moan.\n\nThere was nothing wrong with same sex relations in her god's eyes, but some form of taboo still floated around in her mind. It was just so odd and different to anything she had ever done before, not to mention having a cock like a man!\n\nOn and on Savannah choked, bringing Tyra towards climax. But, like an infuriating tease, Savannah withdrew.\n\n\"Not that you're all buttered up, time for the main course,\" she said giggling. The elf got down on all fours, presenting her shapely rear. Pulling aside her panties, she revealed a beautiful smooth pussy. Elves didn't grow hair there, so it was soft as silk.\n\n\"Come on Ty, your dinner is getting cold,\" she smirked.\n\nWith no further invitation, Tyra dove right in. Elven pussy, and really any woman's pussy, was better than any ambrosia the gods had in heaven. There was something so sinful yet so divine all tasting every fold of her friend. Something so decadent about pleasuring a close ally, about being so vulnerable with each. And Ty couldn't get enough.\n\nThe cleric lapped up Savannah's growing arousal, making sure nothing went to waste. The elven woman let out a delicious moan of excitement and it only spurred Tyra on.\n\nPrecum oozed from the head of her cock, and she used it to lightly stroke her somehow harder cock.\n\n\"Oh gods! Oh gods, Ty please stick it in!\" Savannah scream.\n\nTyra obliged. There was a mutual cry of delight from the woman as the felt each other so intimately.\n\nThe cleric began rocking her hips back and forth, and each plunge of her cock elicited and delicious moan of ecstasy from Savannah.\n\nOn and on and on they fucked until they couldn't anymore. They reached the very border of climax, and nothing was going to stop this stampede of euphoria. Tyra shot her hot load deep into Savannah, and the elven beauty gushed sweet juice all over her cleric.\n\nThey crumpled together in a heap, catching their breath. Tyra stole a long deep kiss from Savannah, and the two could just smile in the embarrassed way only two honest lovers could.\n\nTyra knew her friends just wanted some fun, but that didn't mean they didn't love her. And she was learning new, intimate ways to love them back." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Dragons traditionally kidnap princesses. You've just discovered that your \"victim\" is a boy. This doesn't change your breeding plans at all." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The prince looked up at me, his naked body paling in comparison to mine. In fact, my cock was almost the size of his whole body. It seemed he was in the same bed as his sister that night for some reason and I grabbed the wrong captive. Still, he was quite... feminine. His hips were wide and his cock was rather small. He didn't speak my language and I did not speak his, but as I held him under my claw, I could tell he was trying to break free. \n\nI ran my tongue down his back before settling in his cute, little ass. I leaned forward as the head of my cock pressed against him. I heard him yell out, but I didn't really care. I wasn't sure if I could breed him, but there was no sense in not trying. \n\nAs he laid flat on his stomach, my tongue slipped around his neck before plunging into his mouth to shut him up. I then began to push my large cock into him before lifting him up. He was so tight and it felt so good! I gripped his body with my claw and began to move him up and down on my massive member. He was gagging and groaning while I muffled him with my tongue. I could feel the walls of his tight, girlish ass squeeze around my dick as I brought him up and down on it. I'd never had anyone so tight before! I couldn't help it and I filled his stomach with my seed. This seemed to cause his cute little cock to spurt as well. \n\nI watched as he collapsed against my cock, our of breath and delirious. It was quite adorable. I removed my tongue from his mouth to let him catch his breath. I wasn't sure if I could breed him, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to spend the next few months trying. And if that failed? Well, he always had a sister." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The waitress approaches the table in a tight tank top and incredibly short shorts, and immediately gives a deep, passionate kiss to the customer. She then says, \"Hi, my name's Lily, can I take your order?\"" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I smiled down at the man as he looked up at me, dumbstruck. It was a common reaction from first time customers.\n“Uhm, just, uh, just a cheeseburger and some fries,” he said.\n\nI reached out and touched his broad shoulder. “Just one second,” I promised. As I walked back to the kitchen to pass his order on, I made sure to give him a good view of my backside.\n\nJust two minutes later, I strolled back out and put the plate with his ordered food in front of him, then slid into the booth next to him. He looked at me, wondering what I was up to now, when I placed the large handkerchief on his torso, covering his shirt, and then reached down for his pants and unzipped them. “Don’t mind me,” I said. “I’m just making sure you’re comfortable.” \nHesitantly, he reached for his burger and took a bite of it just as I pulled out his already hard cock from his pants. His face now completely red, he continued eating as I let my long fingers dance over his shaft. Occasionally, he let out a brief moan between bites but otherwise, he tried to ignore my presence. When I saw he was about halfway finished with his meal, I really got to work, grasping his cock firmly and stroking up and down its entire length. I could feel how close he was already so I went slow for a while. He also began to eat more slowly than before as more and more time was spent moaning and gasping for air excitedly. I varied the speed of my slender hand to always keep him near the edge. Only when I saw he was almost completely finished with his meal did I ramp up my speed again, now stroking firmly and without slowing down. His entire body tensed up and he leaned back in his seat, forgetting his food for a moment as a thick spurt of cum shot from his tip, followed by another one and a third, smaller one, all caught by the protective handkerchief I had put down on his belly and chest. \nAs he still sat, breathing heavily, I leaned forward and kissed his lips once again, letting my tongue play with his for a moment. I playfully took one of his fries and dipped it in the large pool of cum on his chest before taking a bite. “Can I bring you anything else?”, I then asked as I took the handkerchief from him and folded it up neatly. “A soda? Dessert?”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[TT] Listen you stupid wannabe librarian, the only way I’m gonna stop chatting on the phone is if someone sticks a dick in my mouth, and furthermore hmmmfmmhmhmm" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Becky, thank god. The rudest thing happened to me and I need to vent.\n\nOkay, so I was at the library last week, right? It's the only place with the right acoustics for me to record my TikToks. And it's so quiet that normally I don't have to worry about anyone interrupting. But before I could start recording I got a call from Michel.\n\nNo, not Michel from Burning Man, Michel from Tahoe. Yeah, the one with the cute little chalet? Not his dick! It means cabin in French or something. Anyway, I started flirting with him because he promised me that he'd take me on his Dad's yacht once the Suez got cleared and they could make it back to Provence.\n\nAnd so while I'm talking on the phone this random dude in a cute turtleneck comes up to me. And he's got a bit of a bookworm drip thing going on but he immediately proves that he has no taste because he asks me to \"take my conversation outside\"\n\nNo, that's not the worst part. Hold on, Becky!\n\nI tell him \"Listen you stupid wannabe librarian, the only way I’m gonna stop chatting on the phone is if someone sticks a dick in my mouth.\" And then he fucking did!\n\nNo, that's not the rude part. Michel was being boring anyway.\n\nSo my lip gloss already ruined and I'm going cross-eyed trying to see if I can take all of him. Why do you think, Becky, because he's fucking hung! He's totally shaved and kinda nice-smelling and I honest-to-god wonder if he's some kind of porn star, and I tried to look around to see if anyone was filming us, but he grabs my hair and pulls me forward, going super fucking deep in my throat.\n\nWhat do you think I did? I moaned \"thank you\". I'm not rude, unlike some people!\n\nAnd of course I remembered what you taught me, that the best way to deal with my gag reflex is to get super fucking horny. So I reach down my leggings and I start rubbing myself. I mean, I was already really wet and my clit was sooo fucking sensitive, but you were actually right, it totally helped!\n\nSo I'm getting facefucked like some kind of slut, one hand in my panties and the other on his hip for stability. But I'm not worried because I packed extra makeup and I'm fully prepared to slay with or without my panties, #girlboss! But I'm not fucking rude and apparently I have to prove that, so I look up at him and give him my best pleading look. Yeah, exactly the same as when I got daddy to buy me that horse. Except I'm not allergic to this stud.\n\nWell excuse me for making a pun, I was really emotional! It was, like, super hot and kinda degrading.\n\nYeah cause that's the thing, he looked super fucking frustrated. Except I know it wasn't my head game, so it must have been because I was proving him right about being a dumb slut who doesn't know how to behave unless a big strong man takes control.\n\nOh my god, you're right, it was exactly like when I hooked up with that gender studies professor!\n\nSo he asks me \"You like that, slut?\" And I want to moan \"Yes, daddy\" but having his huge fucking cock in my mouth is making it hard for me to make my voiced alveolar plosive.\n\nIt's the fucking IPA, Becky. Ugh, how are we even friends?\n\nBut he definitely responds to my moaning. Like, he picks up the pace and I can feel his dick twitching. So I try a bilabial trill, and he starts grunting and spasming. And of course I'm sucking for my life because I'm not rude enough to not clean up his mess. But he yanks me back and starts cumming all over my face!\n\nNo, that's not the rude part! I basically asked for it!\n\nNo, it's what happened after. I'm sitting there with his cum dripping down onto my cleavage and I lick some of it up because, like, waste not want not! And he's out of breath but he asks me \"Did you learn your lesson?\" And I look at him really cutely, and I even giggle a little bit, and I say \"Yes daddy, be quiet in the library.\" And then, and I can't even believe I'm saying this, he leaves! Without giving me his number!\n\nI know! People these days are so fucking rude!\n\nAnyway, so- oh sorry, someone's coming over. I'm in the library right now, I totally have to call you back." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The blessing of the spirits gives heroes whatever it is that they need to fulfill their destiny, typically a weapon or some armor, maybe a mighty steed or the like. This time, however, the spirits sent a *girlfriend*..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"I can't believe this!\"\r \n\r \nThe spirits seemed unbothered by the young hero's anger, which only served to anger him more.\r \n\r \n\"I mean, do you know how hard it was just to make it here? From my village in the middle of nowhere to a shrine in the woods I can see from my house? I had to fight bandits, and wild animals, and this-- this giant bear-boar-wolf thing? I'm barely \\*alive\\* through all that! And you mean to tell me that this,\" he gestured wildly, looking for a moment like a madman. \"Is all I'm getting?\"\r \n\r \nZara folded her arms, and couldn't help but huff a little at his complaints. Was it something wrong with her?\r \n\r \n\"Zara is to be your companion.\" The Eldest Spirit replied, stroking his beard of autumn leaves. \"You will need her to complete your quest.\"\r \n\r \n\"But not... a sword? A mount? Some kind of magic?\"\r \n\r \n\"Do you not already have a sword?\"\r \n\r \nThe hero shifted uncomfortably. \"Yeah, but--\"\r \n\r \n\"And do you not already know magic, and will no doubt seek to learn more?\"\r \n\r \nHe paused, glancing at the ornate gauntlet on his off-hand. \"Well... yes, but--\"\r \n\r \n\"And could you not procure a rideable animal, oh, anywhere in these fair lands?\"\r \n\r \nThe hero was starting to turn red. \"Sure, but--\"\r \n\r \nThe Eldest Spirit chuckled. \"Then you have all you need for now, young man. Go, and with Zara's help you will succeed.\"\r \n\r \nBefore the hero could complain, or protest, or indeed even draw breath, the faces of the Spirits vanished, leaving him alone at the shrine... with her.\r \n\r \n\"So, what's your name, hero?\" She asked, rocking back and forth on her heels.\r \n\r \n\"Don't--\" he started to protest, then sighed. \"It's actually \"Hiro.\" With an I.\"\r \n\r \n\"Well, that makes things simple, doesn't it?\"\r \n\r \nHe looked at Zara helplessly, then with extreme annoyance. Finally he took a deep breath and, with great effort, calmed himself. \"Alright, fine. Let's go. Maybe my luck will turn around.\" As he turned to leave, she ran briefly to catch up, before following quietly with her hands behind her back, secretly admiring the broadness of his shoulders as he straightened his posture." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The potion was supposed to enhance his looks, magic and lifespan by turning him into an elf. He didn't realize it would turn him into a female elf... A *very* horny female elf..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Leth double checked the list of ingredients on the scroll. He had found it deep in his master's study while tasked with performing an inventory. How such a thing had been secreted away was beyond him. A recipe for a potion that promised to bestow one with the body and powers of an elf? What fool would toss such an amazing bit of knowledge aside so carelessly?\n\nIt was common knowledge that elves were closer to the source of mana than humans could ever hope to be. They had a natural affinity beyond what any mortal could hope for. And it was worth noting mortality, because elves were effectively immortal. Thousands of years of life compared to a mere hundred, perhaps one hundred and fifty if one truly mastered their arcane abilities. That much more time to become an expert.\n\nThat elves were also very attractive to all races was a mere bonus. He Leth would take any single boon that this potion promised. All of them? Too promising to pass up. He finished his seventh pass of the ingredients list and confirmed that the amounts he had set aside were correct. He wanted to check an eighth time but forced himself not to. His master had commented more than once that his overly cautious nature was what held him back. And if one of the other apprentices came in and found the recipe?\n\nHis edge would be gone. \n\nThis was his ticket to being the top apprentice. Securing his future. It was why he had waited until the wee hours of the morning to prepare the potion. The others were either sleeping or out. This would be his best opportunity to pull this off in secret. He set to mixing the ingredients and placed them in the cauldron, then lit the fire. Once it was lit, he tossed the recipe on top. He wouldn't need it again, and didn't want to risk the others finding it later. With how deeply it had been buried, he was willing to wager his master wouldn't miss it. Plus, if pressed he could claim it had been an accident. \n\nIt took long, dragging minutes for the ingredients to fully mix and condense over the heat. Once done, he pulled the plug and allowed the liquid to drain into a vial. All of the ingredients had boiled down to enough liquid for one dose. The only dose he needed. He eyed the silvery fluid and smiled.\n\nTaking his last breath as a mortal man, Leth downed the potion. He waited with his breath held for long minutes to feel the effect of the potion. Nothing. He turned to check the paper and stopped only when he remembered that he had burned it. He gripped the glass vial so hard that he half expected it to shatter, so hard that his hand was cramping...\n\nHe dropped the vial and flexed his hand, stopping only when the cramp refused to fade. The sensation grew worse, instead, and he could swear his bones themselves were cracking and reshaping. The pain flowed up his arm, along his shoulders and to his torso and head. He could feel tears flowing from his eyes as his body twisted and bent. Had he botched the potion? Was he going to be discovered in the morning, crumpled and broken? Another lesson mentioned to future apprentices as a suggestion of what not to do?\n\nPain was all he knew, and he was unsure how long he spent crying and contorting on the floor. Eventually, the sensation faded and he was able to breath. HE felt numb, but sensation slowly returned. He reached up to his head and felt his ear. In it's normal place, certainly, but different. Longer, pointed. He let loose a strained, gasping laugh. It sounded strange to his new ears. Was this how elves perceived sound? Perhaps lower sounds were higher to them, allowing them to listen in from further and eavesdrop more easily?\n\nHe pushed himself up, still mostly numb, and wandered through the library on shaky legs. His hair was falling into his face, having fallen free of the simple tie he kept it in while working as he writhed on the ground. The strands were not their usual brown, but an enchanting silver. He allowed himself a smile. It was a common hair color among the elves. He had succeeded. \n\nHe made his way to one of the many mirrors that were scattered throughout the study, meant to check self alteration or for use in various rituals. He lumbered over to it and froze at what he saw, a cold feeling settling deep in his chest. No handsome elf man as he had expected. His face was no longer familiar... no, that was not quite so. He could see a slight resemblance, hidden under the natural allure that all elves had. The natural aesthetic of his family twisted and enhanced to fit what was appropriate of an elf. Not the looks of his father and brothers, but of mother and sister. \n\nSilver hair that hung to shoulders, the same as he had before with the exception of the color. Large silver eyes that one could easily become lost in with just a glimpse. Delicate features, a slightly upturned nose, soft and enchanting lips with a natural glisten to them. A long, slender neck leading down to a lithe body that was decidedly feminine. Leth could see the lumps of flesh that pushed out his tunic, the way that his pants now clung tightly to wide hips and a full bottom. With shaking hands, he reached down and touched the front of his pants, confirming what eyes alone had already told him.\n\nHis head twisted toward the table, instinct more than anything else. There would be no answers there. The recipe was ash, laying below the cauldron. The potion ingested with nothing left to be analyzed. He sank down, sitting before the mirror...\n\nOr she did, Leth supposed. \n\nThis new body was permanent, according to the recipe. No undoing it with exception of the most powerful of magics. Things that would be nigh impossible to find such as djinns. Or, perhaps, a God. Each had their downsides. Djinns were tricksters, as likely to twist a wish as to grant it. More, even. Gods would be similar, if they could be reached at all. They would expect a high price to be paid for the service of restoring her body. \n\nAnd... her master. Had her blood not already been running cold, the thought would have done it. He would be angry, furious even. She could flee, pretend to have run off. It would save her the embarrassment of needing to face him and own up to her mistake. But, if there was a chance he could do something to help, could she pass it up? \n\nLeth sat there on the floor for what felt like seconds. The only clue that it wasn't was the sliver of sky that she could see out the window transitioning from the colors of night to early morning. The others would be up soon. Master would be up even sooner. She needed to make a decision. \n\nStanding, she made her way out of the study." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "\"Now that I've granted your wishes, I'll need you to grant some of mine.\" Before you could react, your clothes disappear in a puff of smoke and you can feel your body changing." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "It began as a reward for violence. A token, and nothing more.\n\nIt had been a discarded ring my own captain picked up between London and St. Augustine's Bay. A common ring. A ring of common tin. My captain had been swindled into believing it silver. After he repaid the merchant in blood, he tossed the trinket to me, for aiding him in that unpleasant but necessary affair of honor.\n\nI wore it. It was a prize for duty. It was only when we crossed the equator, under the light of a full moon that the being in the ring spoke to me. She, or it, I still do not appeared to me like a trick of Saint Elmo's Fire one cold night on the deck. A woman who is as beautiful as scarf faced lasses who the Mohammedans hide from the Englishmen. Removing her veil she spoke to me, and stated a rote set of words: you've fulfilled the pact. What is your first wish?\n\nI wished for her at that moment. Any sailor would. She was finer than all the doxies that wait at the ports. But thinking her a siren of legend, I dare not touch the temptress for fear of going into the ocean. But wishes she said she could grant, per the terms the pact hammered into that ancient ring centuries ago. Laughingly, I told her, I wished for my own ship.\n\nA few wishes and more voyages later, I found myself in the expected heir of a great estate pending my marriage to an eldest daughter. For which I would no doubt take the place as the eldest son for terms of inheritance. It was here, in the room of mansion meant to be mine someday, that my wish granter appeared as she often did, again out of the light of a full moon.\n\nHer skin glowed against silver moon and my bedroom candles. The flowing of those oriental robes shimmied down her body like a slow waterfall. More and more, her beautiful skin showed to me, my phallus tented upwards as firm as the masts of the ships I'd captained.\n\n\"Wisher\", she spoke. \"I have fulfilled my pact. Now you will fulfill wishes of mine.\"\n\nMy night clothes whisked off my body. The bones in my body shifted in a sudden wrench of pain. Hair disappeared from my chest. The curves of my shoulders softened and weakened. Why did she weaken me?\n\n\"I will make you quite beautiful..\" she whispered. The generous breasts of a woman grew from my chest. A prickle of the wind trigger a mad sensation. My nipples... they grew harder, and it felt both sinful and good.\n\nThis vixen from the ring now stood naked and regal before me. The hairs of her womanhood tantalized me, that tempting triangle. I covered my hands over my manhood. \n\n\"I am to be married!\" I declared. I didn't recognize that soft voice that spoke it. \"To give children. To family... to be a worthy heir...\"\n\n\"You are already married. For you bound yourself to me upon wearing that ring...\"\n\nShe raised her hands lifting me off my feet and floating me in the air. My body continued its change. She sculpted me to her pleasure, making me gasp and wheeze as my soul struggled to adapt to this new body. My throbbing member remained, and I clinged to it, as if my last raft in a turbulent ocean.\n\n\"What's you have is also mine. This house. This fortune,\" she chided. \"Even that aristocrat's daughter who is to be given to you.\"\n\nHer hands caressed my changing skin. That unexpected touch felt so much... more... than anything else that had touched me. It was if a layer of hide had always been on me, and every doxie who I lay with had never touched beyond it. Now, as she caressed me, it was as if I was naked for the first time. \n\nIt was enough to make me forget my duties.\n\n\"And I would never take heirs from you,\" she said. My manhood slipped away between my hand. I screamed no, only to have my hands touch a soft slit instead. Curious, I opened myself, and found a treasure I never knew I wanted.\n\n\"Oh is it that unexpected?\" smirked the woman of the ring.\n\n\"Yes!\" I sighed. That soft voice. It hardly bothered me now. Not as I fingered my new self.\n\n\"Now look here,\" declared the woman of the ring. Her magic yanked my hands away from my groin. Then I saw her. She had taken it from me. She had taken my phallus and now it belong to her. It rose from her groin now, as strong as a cannon.\n\n\"I promise you, our little bride will have many children,\" she purred. \"Now lie back, wisher, and spread your legs for master.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Welcome to hell. You know, most religions got it wrong. It's actually pretty cool down here. Head down the hall to room 12,741 to begin your new assignment: demon breeding!" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Huh.\" Devon looked down at the burnt-edged parchment he'd been given, then, not wanting to piss off the looming hulk of a devil who'd handed it to him, started walking down the hall.\n\nMaybe it'd been his propensity for hooking up with Tinder dates that had gotten him this job. He sighed - he'd actually had a date lined up for tonight. Super cute guy, got into a steamy conversation shortly after some fun, light icebreakers. Drinks and a night of some serious passion had been on the docket, until his car had been t-boned by fuckin' \"Jean-Baptiste Trucking\". Of course the big wording on the cabin had been the last thing he'd seen before his soul had been catapulted into less-shitty-than-he-thought hell.\n\nThank *fuck* the elevator had opened up in the 12,500s, so the walk wasn't as...well, hellish, as it could've been. And it gave him a bit of time to try to figure out what the *fuck* \"demon breeding\" would be.\n\nFor starters, it sounded like he'd be the one doing the breeding. (Ah, goddamnit. He'd always had a fantasy of fucking a demon, and he felt himself twitch a bit. Calm the fuck down, Devon, you barely even had a *thought* about it so far.\n\nMaybe something about getting this assignment made him a bit hornier than he had been on earth. Which he wouldn't mind, as long as he'd get pleasure out of it instead of the whole 'lake of fire' thing he'd been taught as a kid. Anyway.)\n\nBut if he was the one doing the whole sperm donation thing, wouldn't that make the kids...the fuck were they called? Tieflings? Yeah, that's it. Half demon, half human, that sort of thing. Not exactly 'demon breeding'.\n\nHe rubbed his forehead, a headache starting.\n\n(12,650.)\n\nDevon settled into a jog. He was finally getting used to the air down here; when he had first arrived, it had burned a little bit, like he was about to get a sunburn, but now, even though he did seem to have one, at least he couldn't feel it like before. \n\n(12,710.)\n\nThe last stretch of the hallway was the easiest yet; Devon really, really wanted to satisfy his curiosity, find out what his job was, if he got paid, benefits, all that stuff. The parchment he'd stuffed in his pocket hadn't exactly been forthcoming. \n\n**12,751: DEMON BREEDING**\n\nHe took a deep breath and opened the door. \n\n\"Welcome,\" a warm voice greeted him - a devil of indeterminate gender but incredible beauty holding out their hand to him. They paused for a moment, then their eyes widened. \"Or should I say, *welcome back,* sir.\" \n\nThey *bowed*. \n\nWhat the actual fuck.\n\n\"Come in, come in. Do you have your memories back yet, or is that still a work in progress?\"\n\n\"Uh...\" Devon followed them, rubbing his forehead again, trying to get rid of the sharp stabbing spots of pain right below his hairline. \"Yeah, I, uh, have no idea what's going on. What do you mean, *welcome back*?\"\n\nThe devil chuckled. \"Well, in that case, I should re-introduce myself. My name is Rosier. Here, drink this, it should help.\" They held out a flask of...something. Deep red, glittering, some sort of rich mulled beverage that smelled incredible. \n\nWell, Devon was already dead, so may as well. He took the flask and downed it. \n\nAnd then, of course, several things happened.\n\nHe felt his body shift and change, not *too* much, but enough for him to note. His skin darkened into a devilish brick color; occasional sparks issued from his fingers as he felt *power* gather for his use. The pain in his head *finally* stopped, but only because twin horns spiraled over his head. He felt a *tail* grow from the base of his spine. His vision sharpened. He could feel his teeth taking on a more fiendish shape in his mouth, and...was his tongue *forked*? God, whoever he was gonna fuck was gonna love that...\n\nSpeaking of fucking.\n\nThe other thing that was changing was his dick, and fucking *hell*. You'd think that a change like this would be painful, but no. It felt...it felt...Devon moaned, a deep, growling, wanton sound he'd never made before, and clutched at the desk nearby as his hips jerked involuntarily. He reached down to touch his member. It was larger, dark with blood as it hardened immediately under his touch. His balls felt so heavy, so full, and a bit of precum leaked from the slightly-pointier tip and down over some small ridges that had formed along the shaft.\n\nA magnificent cock, befitting Prince Asmodeus, Lord of Lust. (He didn't remember much else - just the name; Devon still felt more accurate, but there was still a power flowing straight to his dick as his hellish domain began to overtake him.\n\nNo wonder he'd been assigned to \"Demon Breeding.\")\n\n\"My Prince,\" Rosier purred stepping forward, and holding a hand toward Devon's cock. \"I see you are deep in the throes of lust. Would you like me to assist you?\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "When she had her best guy friend pretend to be her date while she was home to visit her parents, she expected to have to sleep in separate rooms. Instead, her parents are practically throwing her at him, and now they're bunking together in her tiny childhood room... And she gets horny at night." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Alicia recounted the steps that led her into this position, slowly fingering herself in bed right next to a semi-snoring Rey, trying to stifle any little self-inflicted gasps. Her parents - well her mom specifically, it was always her mom – were needling her for years about finding that future husband. “It’d be so nice to have a son-in-law for you father” or “I’d love for you to have someone to take care of you.” Or the dreaded, “I can’t wait for you to give me grandkids!” \n\n​\n\nAlicia was over it. Done. It got to the point where she completely avoided talking to her mother, those topics would always come up. So, she did what any rational person would do: fake her best guy friend as her boyfriend to squelch those nagging questions.\n\n​\n\nIt’s not that Rey was bad looking. Not at all. He kinda had a cute boyish charm to him if Alicia was being honest with herself. It’s just that he wasn’t really boyfriend material? Yeah, that was it. Especially after a few years of being friends with him, nothing materialized. And that was completely fine. Besides, it let her use him as a prop in her absolutely genius plot.\n\n​\n\nWhen her parents invited Alicia over for dinner, she asked if she could bring a guest. “A guest? I’m hoping it’s a boy! Oh, I can’t wait to tell your father!”\n\n​\n\n“Yes, mom. No. Don’t make a big deal out of it, ok? It’s early. And. No! Don’t do that! Don’t scare him off.”\n\n​\n\nAlicia’s fingers started to tap ever so delicately under her panties.\n\n​\n\nShe talked with Rey and he completely understood. He knew the rules. He’s not the boyfriend, of course, but this was a way to buy back some sanity, at least for a few months! He also knew he’d be wasting a Friday and Saturday, the house was a good two hour drive. That meant he’d have to stay the night. But Alicia’s childhood home had four bedrooms, it wasn’t a big deal. So the big day came along. The two of them showed up to the house with a Costco pie in hand for desert, and Alicia’s mom absolutely beamed at them.\n\n​\n\n“It’s very nice to see you again, Rey. We’re all so happy Alicia’s finally –“\n\n​\n\n“Mom!”\n\n​\n\n“Right right. Well, we’re just happy.” Her mom touched Rey’s arm, he politely smiled probably screaming on the inside.\n\n​\n\nDinner went surprisingly well. Her mom didn’t say anything, not that she needed to. Her smile wouldn’t go away even if she had cut her arm off with the kitchen knife. She was loving this. That’s probably why she kept refilling our wine glasses.\n\n​\n\nThe wine, Alicia thought as she went a little deeper. That was the bastard that did this.\n\n​\n\nAfter dinner, they chatted a bit at the dinner table well after her dad went to bed. And again, her mom refilled both their glasses.  Alicia finally stood up to use the restroom. Shit. It was a struggle. She had to focus. Step by step by step by drunk step. But she finally finished the journey.\n\n​\n\nWhy did Rey have that look on his face? Doesn’t matter. “I think I need to go to bed. You kinda loaded me up on that wine, mom.”\n\n​\n\n“Good times call for good drinks and company, right Rey?”\n\n​\n\n“Ok, well, I’m gonna get to bed. Do you know which room is yours, Rey?”\n\nHer mom didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, sorry. The other rooms are in a bit of a state at the moment. But I figured you wouldn’t mind just sharing a room, you two?”\n\n​\n\nFor fucks sake. “Ok, fine. I’m just going to bed. Rey?”\n\n​\n\n“Oh, he’s not tired yet, but I’m sure he’ll head in in a bit.”\n\n​\n\n“K.” Alicia turned, bracing herself against the wall, and went to bed.\n\n​\n\nThe one thing Alicia forgot. After she drinks she can’t sleep. She spent a good amount of time just staring up at the ceiling, her thoughts a kaleidoscope of god-knows-what, when Rey finally came in. She pretended to be asleep, she didn’t really want to have any conversation that may require thinking. But. Did he just take off his shirt?\n\n​\n\nUgh. That’s when she remembered the second thing she forgot. Drinking equals holy-shit I-need-my-vibrator kind of horny. Alicia bit her lip and waiting for Rey to fall asleep.\n\n​\n\nIt. Took. Forever.\n\n​\n\nBut finally she heard the tell tale signs of a snore. He was out.\n\n​\n\nThat’s how she found herself where she is now. One hand in her panties, the other covering her mouth. With a shirtless Rey right next to her. Alicia kept going, little circular motions that almost always did the trick. Maybe she over did it? Her leg kicked up jolting Rey from his drunk sleep.\n\n​\n\n“Shit! I’m sorry. Just – just a spasm.”\n\n​\n\nRey grunted and turned on his side facing Alicia. That’s when she felt it.\n\n​\n\nOh. My. God.\n\n​\n\nAlicia was drunk. But not drunk enough not to realize Rey had an erection. But, like, a really big one. She bit her lip. Then turned on her side and let Rey be the big spoon. She felt him right behind her, and she was pretty sure he figured it out. It started rocking back and forth on her. Back and forth.\n\n​\n\nHis hand came down, pushing her wet panties to the side. She was still covering her mouth, which she realized was a great decision when his cock plunged in. Every spot was being hit. Every spot in her lightheaded drunk body was buzzing. She clenched her fists and curled her toes it was so fantastic.\n\n​\n\n“Here.” She said, sliding him out (oh god yes) and perching herself on all fours on the bed.\n\n​\n\nRey didn’t hesitate - which was a great thing about guys. He mounted her like a god damn stallion and raced like his life depended on it. Up was down, left was right, her existence was a cacophony of pleasure. And when he came, god did he ever, it poured down her leg.\n\n​\n\nSo there she was, ass up face down with her best friend’s cum all over her. Rey immediately passed out. But Alicia stayed in position for a few more minutes, panting and trying to remember what the hell just happened." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The Queen Bee at the Mage Academy tried to Mind Control the year's biggest loser, only to have him rebound it on her. Helplessly devoted to her master but as haughty as ever, she's resolved to build him the best harem the school's ever seen!" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I'll give this a shot, haven't written anything in like 10 years, so don't expect too much!\n\n\n\nI hate this. \n\nThose three simple words were all that crossed his mind as his face cowered behind his outstretched hands. The feeling of the mana in the surrounding air coalescing into a single point aimed directly at him sent tremors of vivid fright through his limbs. He could never understand why he lived such an unlucky life. Born into a poor family, Milo Ingleton could be best described as \"exceptionally unexceptional.\" Milo was a frail man, standing at 5' 7\" 140 lbs without an ounce of muscle on his frame. His raven black hair was always dried out, loosely resting in a bowl cut around his head, falling just short of his corrective lenses. \n\nMilo was considered below average in his magical abilities, always coming in last place in graded activities at the BellBrook's Academy of Magic. By all rights, he was never meant to be a student. His mother worked as a maid to the BellBrook family and had somehow convinced the family to allow Milo to enroll as a form of charity case. After months of repeated failures, bullying, and lack of hope, Milo was on the brink of academic expulsion. \n\nIt wasn't his fault that he showed no aptitude for the arcane arts. It was never for lack of trying, he had a passion for knowledge. It was always the practical application, the act of acrually creating magic, that led Milo to disgrace. This knowledge without application had quickly cemented his placement at the bottom of the social ladder. Many of his fellow students used him for their own academic grades while treating him as less than a human being. \n\nThat's what led to his current predicament. The previous night Milo had fallen prey to his quest for knowledge when he discovered a new book on the crafting of love potions. What man wouldn't find such a topic fascinating, if not for the whimsical fantasies that followed with it. It wasn't until the light of the morning sun peaked through his window that he realized he had forgotten to complete a written assignment for one of his tormenters. \n\nAmelia Bonifard, the queen of Bellbrooks Academy of Magic, his number one tormentor. Amelia was the \"it\" girl, worshipped by the student body like the queen she thought she was. She was the eldest daughter of the Bonifard family, one of the richest and most influential families in the nation. Being from such a prestigious family, Amelia considered herself to be of higher standing than the rest of the student body. \n\nAmelia had ordered Milo to write her report on the history of talents. Talents were the unique skills that skilled magicians typically unlocked as their knowldge and growth in the arcane arts progressed. Amelia, due to her self proclaimed greatness, had already unlocked one of these talents at a young age; \"Eternal Charm.\" \n\nWhen Amelia confronted Milo the next morning only to find that he failed to complete her assignment, she was furious. After a brief combination of verbal and physical abuse, she decided it was time to put Milo in his place. That's what led to the current situation, Milo cowering in fear as Amelia conjured a spell at the tip of her wand, aimed in his direction. \n\nTo Amelia's credit, she had no fatal intentions, the spell she chose was her talent Eternal Charm. With it, she planned to place Milo under her rule for the remainder of their school days, ensuring he never neglected doing her school work again. \n\nAs she released the power she had gathered within her, time seemed to freeze for Milo. He peaked through the gaps of his fingers, eyes watering as he pictured his self perceived death. \n\n\"Congratulations.\" \n\nMilo blinked. As time seemed to sit still confusion overtook his panicked emotions. The world around him ceased to move, including his own body, yet he could clearly think and perceive changes in his surrounding despite this. As he thought through the situation he began to realize what was going on; his talent was awakening.\nIt was said that when a magician acquired a new talent the world would stand still and they would hear a voice. The voice was feminine in nature, always keeping a neutral tone. This voice was commonly referred to as the \"Words of the Earth,\" in the magic community. During this brief experience, the magician would be informed of their newfound talent with a brief explanation of what it did. \n\n\"You have acquired Magic Reflection.\" \n\nMilo's heart skipped a beat. Before he had time to process, the world seemed to resume motion around him. Amelia's confident smirk widened as her spell left the wand, racing towards the object of her hate. \n\nPlease go back! Milo couldn't help but scream internally, desperate to use his newfound talent. \n\nThe spell exploded in a flash of light, leaving Milo temporarily blinded, but to his relief, alive. \n\nAfter a few seconds of desperately rubbing his eyes, his vision began tl gradually return to him. Standing before him was Amelia, a look of concern and confusion washed across her face. A cute expression, if Milo hadn't been so conditioned to fear her. \n\n\"What's wrong, master?\" Amelia asked, not a hint of malice in her voice. \n\nMilo could only stare, taking in the sight before him. Amelia was rather tall compared to the other girls, standing at 5' 10\". Her raven black hair was cut to mid length, resting just above her shoulders. She posessed a fairly toned body, perky breasts, c cups if milo were to guess, as well as a well conditioned but plump rear end. If it weren't for the constant torment, she'd be the object of Milo's fantasies. \n\nAs Milo took in the sight before him, Amelia's jade green eyes continued to question him, seemingly deperate for a response. \n\n\"U-um... what do you m-m-mean..?\" He croaked out in fear, expected a trap. \n\n\"Master, you seem to be haunted by something.\" She stated, as she leaned forward, placing a hand on his forehead to check for illness. \"Are you sick?\" \n\nIt took every fiber of Milo's being to stop himself from running away from her outstretched hand, expecting the usual pain that followed. His emotions were further launched into confusion as that expected pain never arrived. \n\n\"Oh I get it, you're a growing young man, after all.\" Her mouth contorted into a seductive smirk as she finished speaking. The hand that was previously placed on his forehead found its way to his own hand, clasping on as if to lead him towards a destination. \n\nBefore he knew it, Amelia was pulling him into a nearby classroom, empty thanks to the time of day. Milo had been desperate to apologize to Amelia this morning, so he had arranged to meet her before classes began, suffice to say the hallways had been empty of bystanders during their earlier conflict. \n\nAs Milo processed the events that led to this situation, eagerly seeking out an exlanation, Amelia had already started to work on taking his pants off. Milo didn't protest, he couldn't protest. Shock and confusion dominated his body. By the time Amelia had his pants removed her eyes were painted in a carnal lust, a look Milo could only have dreamed about. \n\nAmelia reached for the last layer of Milo's defense. As she tugged down his boxers, an excited yelp escaped her lips. Milo's member, standing at its full 7\" length, fell to Amelia's face with a meaty slap as it made contact. \n\n\"You know, master, with a gift like this it's a shame i'm your only woman.\" She stated in a husky voice filled with lust. \n\nAs she reached forward with unsteady hands and lightly grasped his member, she continued in almost a whisper. \n\n\"If you'll permit it, master, i'm going to ensure that every female in this school recognizes your greatness and serves you as they were born to do.\" \n\nBefore Milo could manage a response, Amelia closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around his member, giving way to a new feeling Milo had never experienced before." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Just another day stroking your cock alone to porn subreddits, however just as your about to blow, the cutest, bustiest women you’ve ever seen, wearing nothing but a witches hat, appears right above your cock. She falls, taking it all inside as you cum. “Well…that spell didn’t go as planned,”" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"I'm sorry,\" she said in a small voice. \"You're not really supposed to see me like this. I don’t know what happened.\"\n\nYou stared at her body, still shaking from the orgasm that had rocked your world. Her breasts were bigger than anything you'd ever imagined! They had no sag and looked soft as a pillow. You couldn't help yourself and leaned down to kiss them. \n\n“Whoa what do you think you’re doing?” she asked, pushing you away.\n\n“Hey you’re the one that just appeared in my room! I thought you were some kind of ghost or something. Now get out of here before I call the cops!”\n\nShe laughed and sat on your bed.\n\n“Oh please, who would believe you? And why are you so afraid of me? I'm only a witch.\"\n\n\"A witch? What were you even trying to do? You can't just show up in people's rooms and land on their dicks! Even if your tits are ridiculously amazing!”\n\n“I’m sorry, my magic isn’t easy to control. I was trying to cast a spell to make someone fall in love with me. It seemed like such a good idea when I was working on it, but it just teleported me here instead.”\n\n“So, wait, you’ve got the most rocking body I’ve ever seen, and you need a spell to make someone fall in love with you?”\n\nShe blushes and looks down.\n\n“I guess so. I mean, I have been lonely for a long time now. I don’t really know how to talk to people. The only person I could ever talk to is my cat. He doesn't understand what I'm saying half the time, but he always listens.”\n\nShe looks up at you.\n\n“You really think my body is rocking? Sorry, I don't know how to take compliments. My boobs are actually too big for me. They've been getting in the way of everything lately. So, do you want to see more?\"\n\n“Absolutely! Please! Show me all your hotness!”\n\nShe smiles and stands up.\n\n“Wow! Those are even bigger than I thought they were! I wish I could touch them!”\n\nShe walks over to you and places your hands on her bare chest. She pulls you closer and kisses you. You wrap your arms around her waist and pull her into you. She moans as your tongue meets hers. Your cock is rock hard again and pressing against her stomach. She pulls back and looks at you.\n\n“What are you doing?” She asks.\n\n“I can’t help it! You look so fucking hot!”\n\nShe laughs and leans down, kissing you again. You grab her ass and squeeze it. Her skin feels so soft and smooth.\n\n“Maybe the spell worked after all. Maybe I am falling in love with you!” You say.\n\nShe giggles and sits down on your lap. You grab her massive tits and squeeze them together. She moans as you suck on her nipples.\n\n“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes! I knew it would work! I knew there was something special about you!”\n\nShe shoves your face between her breasts and rubs her pussy against your leg.\n\n“Fuck me! Fuck me now! I want you inside me!”\n\nYou grab your dick and push it against her pussy. She moans as you slide inside. She grabs your shoulders and pushes herself down onto you. You groan as you feel her tight walls surround your cock.\n\n“Oh god! This is so good! I can feel every inch of you! I love how deep you go inside me!”\n\nYou grab her hips and thrust up into her. She throws her head back and moans.\n\n“Faster! Harder! Fuck me harder! Make me cum!”\nYou slam into her and pound her as fast as you can. She wraps her legs around you and squeezes tightly. You hear her scream and moan loudly. You can feel her juices flowing down your shaft. You grunt as you reach your peak and explode inside her.\n\n“Ahhhhhh! I came so hard! That was incredible!” She giggles and hugs you tight. You lay back on the bed and let her snuggle up next to you.\n\n“I didn’t even catch your name.” You say.\n\n“It’s Lila.”\n\n“Lila. That’s a pretty name.”\n\nShe lays her head on your shoulder and closes her eyes.\n\n“Are you sure you don't mind me being here? I don't want to be a bother.\"\n\nYou usually felt so gross and ashamed every time you came after watching porn. For the first time ever, you feel a sense of peace and joy.\n\n\"Of course not! I love having you here! I wish you could stay forever!\"\n\nShe giggles and kisses your cheek.\n\n“Thank you. I love you too.”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Every super soldier needs to be serviced regularly." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "It was an unspoken side-effect of the new Spartan 4 program.\n\nThe Academy was transparent about it to volunteers-- their bodily functions would all be functioning at their peak, which included sex drive rising to near-satyriatic/nymphomaniacal levels. This did not deter anyone. Some of them saw it as a bonus.\n\nBut when Spartans in training found themselves overwhelmed by these intense sexual urges, the Academy figured something had to be done. Someone had to help them relieve themselves-- but sexual relationships between Spartans would be dangerous, particularly to squad dynamics, so they opted for the next best thing.\n\nSee, there were only so many Spartans because you had to meet a certain threshhold of ability to even survive the augmentations, much less operate the armor, wield the weapons, fight the Covenant. On the one hand, this meant the Spartan program turned out mostly male super soldiers. On the other, it meant there were a lot of female civilians and marines who had trained, applied, and were tested, but come up short.\n\nThere was a period of six months between batches of Spartans. Six months for those applicants to train themselves up to the necessary level, so they could be part of the next set. Those who didn't re-take the pre-augmentation boot camp went home... or volunteered at the Academy, under what was jokingly referred to as the \"helot\" program.\n\nTheir job was to alleviate the Spartans'... needs on a regular basis. This was the only real function of the program, and the Academy was as transparent about it to them as they had been to the Spartans. Their job would be to satisfy the sexual needs of super-soldiers on a regular basis, by any means the Spartan in question desired-- penetrative, non-penetrative, blowjobs, handjobs, whatever it took to get them off and put their focus back on training. This would be their job for the next six months.\n\nThis did not deter anyone.\n\nSome of them saw it as a bonus." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "As long as it didn't interrupt her gaming, she was surprisingly open to letting her friends use her body for sex. It was surprising how she could play straight through an orgasm too..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "When Dustin came home, he was exhausted. The work had completely drained him. The sight he found at home didn't help either.\n\nLike every day, his roommate Krista was playing video games. Her raven hair hung loosely around her shoulders and swayed slightly whenever she moved or leaned forward. Around her were a pile of empty pizza boxes. It was a wonder she was still slim with all the pizza she ate every day. She was leaning over the back of the couch, controller firmly in hand. She was playing a first-person shooter, but Dustin didn't know much more about the game than that. She was so busy with her video games that she didn't even bother to get dressed properly. She didn't even wear socks. Just a black t-shirt accompanied by black panties. The latter was so skin tight it looked like they could barely contain what lay beneath them.\n\nDustin's eyes wandered down further. He saw the outline of her ass through the thin material covering most of it up. Her long legs stretched out from below. As far as he knew, Krista wasn't exactly an athletic girl, yet somehow managed to look fit and even though Dustin knew almost nothing about the game he could see that Krista was very skilled at it. When he tried to watch for a while longer, however, Krista turned towards him.\n\n\"Hey,\" she said, \"I thought you went to work today.\"\n\nShe sounded annoyed.\n\nReprimanding, Dustin said, \"Krista. It's 6 o'clock. I always get off work at this time. You're really not getting anything because of this game.\"\n\nHe couldn't believe how easily distracted she seemed to be. How did she manage to play these games while simultaneously talking to him?\n\nKrista provoked him, \"Wow, someone's underfucked!\"\n\nThis answer made Dustin angry, but much angrier was the thought that Krista was right. He'd been working nonstop since yesterday morning and hadn't gotten any release during those hours. His balls felt heavy with cum waiting to burst forth. \n\nKrista said, \"You know, you can just use me for sex as long as you don't interrupt me playing.\"\n\nDustin was shocked. He didn't expect such words from Krista. Usually she would pretend to ignore him when he walked into the apartment. But now she actually wanted him to fuck her? He took a few steps closer to her.\n\nKrista wore no bra underneath the shirt. The thin fabric strained against her breasts and revealed their soft roundness. Her nipples poked out clearly, begging to be touched. Dustin reached out and grabbed one between his fingers. With a firm grip, he pulled it away from her chest, causing her breast to jiggle free.\n\n\"Ohh...\" Krista moaned softly.\n\nDustin let go of her nipple and instead began rubbing her bare thigh. A shiver ran through her body. Then he slid both hands onto her hips and squeezed. One hand cupped her butt cheek. The other rested above her pussy lips.\n\nHer breathing grew heavier. Her voice became hoarse. \"Yes... oh yes, do whatever you want with my body. Use it however you wish.\"\n\nDustin smiled. This is what he needed after a stressful day at work! He hooked his fingers through the top of Krista's panties and slowly tugged them downward. They fell past her knees, exposing her naked flesh to him. Now he could finally touch her cunt directly.\n\nThe smell hit him immediately. It smelled sweet and musky. Even better, there was wetness seeping through the crotch of the underwear. Dustin spread open her folds and stared at her pink, puffy clit poking out.\n\nHis cock throbbed painfully inside his pants. He quickly undid the button and zipper of his jeans and pushed his dick out. It sprang upwards eagerly.\n\nKrista's eyes were glued on her game. Her expression showed investment mixed with arousal.\n\nDustin pressed the tip of his penis against the entrance of Krista's vagina.\n\nShe gasped quietly.\n\n\"Are you sure?\" Dustin asked.\n\nKrista nodded, but kept staring at the screen.\n\nWith a gentle push, he penetrated her. The head popped through the tight hole, then slipped deeper inside until he bottomed out. Krista's pussy clenched around his shaft tightly.\n\nDustin thrust gently.\n\nKrista moaned loudly. \"Fuck me hard! Fuck your slutty roommate!\"\n\nIt took Dustin some effort to keep himself from going too fast. After all, he hadn't fucked anyone since last week and even then it was only with a prostitute.\n\nBut he wanted to make this good for Krista. So he slowed down, taking his time. He rubbed her clit, feeling her body quiver under his touch. He sucked on her neck, making her moan louder.\n\n\"Fuck me, please! Please fuck me harder!\" Krista begged.\n\nDustin obliged. He grabbed her waist and started pounding into her. Her legs wrapped around his waist.\n\nHe pounded her hard, loving the way she screamed each time he entered her. Her cries filled the room. He heard her moans and groans. He felt her warm breath against his ear.\n\nKrista still held her controller firmly. She continued playing and her eyes still stared at the screen.\n\nDustin pounded into her faster and faster. Soon he felt his balls tighten. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back. He felt like he was about to come already.\n\nKrista felt it too and before Dustin could warn her she shouted, \"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!\" \n\nDustin gave her a final hard thrust and buried his dick deep inside her. She screamed as she came, her whole body shaking, but even though her whole body was shaking her gameplay didn't falter.\n\nDustin was still pumping into her. His own orgasm was coming. He felt his balls tighten. He could feel the heat rising within him. He wanted to shout, but he didn't want to ruin the moment. Instead he grunted and grunted, driving himself as deep as he could.\n\n\"Do it. Cum inside me. Fill me up with your hot cum!\"\n\nThat was all the encouragement Dustin needed. He rammed his cock into her one final time and let loose.\n\nThe first shot of cum splattered against Krista's cervix. He then pulled out quickly. The second shot hit her ass and the third landed on her left shoulder.\n\nAfterwards, he collapsed next to Krista. Both of them were panting heavily.\n\nKrista was the first to speak. \"I'm sorry, Dustin. I am so focused on my game that I forget to clean my mess up.\"\n\n\"No. Don't worry. You're really skilled at that game.\"\n\nKrista smiled and said, \"Thank you.\"\n\nDustin laid there and watched her continue playing. He felt a bit awkward lying next to her bottomless body, but he was too tired to move. \n\nHe asked her, \"Why don't you try to compete in some sort of tournament for this game?\"\n\nKrista replied in a surprised tone, \"I've never even heard of something like that. But I guess I could give it a try.\"\n\n\"Good. Let me know if you need help with anything.\"\n\nThe next day Dustin got home, he was instantly greeted by Krista's voice as soon as he opened the door. She said, \"I applied for the tournament and got accepted. I'm going to compete against four other players. I will be competing tomorrow at 2pm.\"\n\nDustin asked, \"What's the prize?\"\n\nKrista replied, \"First place wins $500.\" \n\nDustin said happily, \"Great! That's fantastic! I'll be cheering you on.\"\n\nKrista giggled, \"Thanks, Dustin.\"\n\nDustin then walked into his apartment and the sight he found filled him with joy. All the empty pizza boxes that usually littered the floor had been removed. \n\nBut by far the best thing was Krista. She was playing her game like everyday, but this time she was completely naked." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "They were having an awesome time hanging out until things got awkward when the tomboy came from his tickling. Then gathering her courage, she asks him to do it again." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Jennifer was sitting on top of the bed with a smile as she looked up at me. Her blue eyes were sparkling in the moonlight. She had always dressed and acted like a tomboy growing up but now that she was eighteen she was becoming more feminine. I loved seeing this side of her. \"Can you scratch my back?\" Jennifer asked shyly. “It’s really itchy under my bra.”\n\n\"Sure,\" I said as I crawled onto the bed beside her. Jennifer sat up on her knees and turned around so that her back was facing me. I reached over to start scratching behind her right shoulder blade. The girl was really cute and even though she was wearing a tank top and shorts she still felt warm to touch. My hands started moving down her back slowly and then I heard her say, \"Oh!\" as my fingers brushed against her skin. It felt soft and smooth as I moved further down her spine.\n\n“Hey that tickles,\" Jennifer giggled as I continued to move my hands across her bare back. I could feel her shiver slightly as my fingertips slid down the small of her back. I could hear her breathing become deeper as I continued to work my way towards her bottom. When my hands finally reached her hips, I pulled them away quickly before they accidentally touched her butt.\n\n\"I didn’t say stop,\" Jennifer said with a laugh. \"You can keep going.\"\n\nMy heart skipped a beat as I realized what she wanted me to do. I had never done anything like this before but I was willing to try. As soon as I touched her cheek, she busted out laughing. \"That tickles!” she said.\n\n\"Sorry,\" I replied as I tried to pull my hand away. But Jennifer grabbed hold of my wrist and held on tight. \n\n\"Let go,\" I said.\n\nShe flipped around and wrapped her legs around me. \n\n\"No!\" she exclaimed. \"I want you to do it again.\"\n\n\"But you just told me not to...\" I began to protest.\n\n\"Just let me have this one thing,\" she said as she looked into my eyes. \"Please?\"\n\nMy mind was racing. What did she mean? Was she trying to seduce me? I had no idea. But I couldn't deny her request. So I gave in and let her pull me closer to her. I had nowhere to go but tickle her armpits. The girl started giggling as my fingers made contact with her skin. Then I slowly moved my hands down her sides.\n\nThe more I tickled her, the tighter she squeezed her legs around me. She was breathing harder now and her whole body was trembling. Jennifer's face was flushed red as she struggled to contain herself.\nSuddenly her laughing changed into moans of ecstasy. She leaned forward and buried her head into my chest. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck and her nails dug into my shoulders. Then she exploded in an a powerful orgasm.\n\nI was shocked by the intensity of her climax. I hadn't expected that. But I also knew that I liked it. And so did she. We stayed like that for a few minutes until she finally relaxed and pulled away from me.\n\n\"Thank you,\" she said breathlessly. \"That was amazing.\"\n\n\"What just happened? Did we do something wrong?\" I asked.\n\n\"Not at all,\" she replied. \"I love it. Nobody’s ever touched me like that before. You're so strong and gentle at the same time. It's a very unique combination.\"\n\n\"Well I'm glad you enjoyed it,\" I said as I kissed her on the forehead.\n\n\"Me too,\" she replied as she looked up at me. \"And I'd love to do it again. Maybe next time I'll tickle you too. How does that sound?\"\n\n\"Sounds great,\" I replied as I smiled.\n\n“Awesome, now let me scratch your back.”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "“It’s not that I’m addicted to your cum. I just want it. Badly. At all hours of the day. And it’s not like that’s all I think about when you’re gone… and I’m definitely not thinking about it at this moment… but if I were, are you horny right now?”" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Naomi wasn't addicted. That's what she told herself anyway. It had been almost a month since she had made her love of swallowing public, and there wasn't even a second where she regretted it. It started off as any naïve curiosity. Starting with tamer ideas like arousal, deepthroating... simple and sweet. It wasn't until she had memorised the nutritional value of cum that she realised that it didn't seem as innocent as when she started. \n\nHer first and only performance to date with her loyal assistant had left her wanting more. **Craving more**. \n\nIt was very tempting. She needed to try again, feel it lathered on her tongue and savour the experience again. Naomi wasn't addicted. But she couldn't deny that it was al she thought about. A few minutes stretched into hours thinking about his cock, her lips in complete control for a few blissful seconds. \n\nShe knew that she deserved it. A week had been long enough to relish the thought, allowing it to simmer in her mind. The difference between desire and need were clear. Desire was about comfort, *need was necessary.* Naomi wasn't obsessed, it was only natural to want his cock deep in her mouth. Her tongue controlling every touch, feeling it quiver inside her. \n\nBut now she was the one who wanted... it. A quick message later she watched her screen, the question ending with \"Are you horny right now\"?\n\n (0.7 calories if you wanted to know)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Somebody uses the safe-word. Sex stops for the night and cuddles ensue. Wholesome." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Something just isn’t right tonight. Maybe it’s stress, maybe you just can’t relax for some reason. But it’s there. The loss of control and your partner’s firm, assertive touch that until now has been thrilling suddenly brings an unfamiliar pang of anxiety. The pushing of boundaries that so often makes you feel wild and free-spirited somehow feels too far. What’s wrong this time? Usually this is just what you need to clear your head: something raw and physical and intense. But this time you don’t feel right. Uneasy, and vulnerable.\n\n\r \nSo you say it, the word that means ‘stop’, and instantly they’re still. Pausing above you, visibly confused, and they meet your eyes uncertainly, but they draw back without question. “Sorry,” you begin. “I-”\n\n\r \n“No, no, you don’t have to be sorry.” The rough persona is gone, and the real them is back- the gentle one who you find yourself smiling about throughout the day as you remember they’re yours. “I’m sorry. Was that too much?”\n\n\r \n“I…” You sort of shrug. Your nerves are still jangling a little, but the sudden panic is now fading, as they brush their fingers over yours on the bedspread softly. “I don’t know. I just don’t feel like this tonight.”\n\n\r \nIt feels kind of lame, without some explanation. Except there doesn’t need to be one, really. “That’s okay,” they say, fingers slipping through yours tenderly. The word is the reason. And it’s why you can trust them enough the rest of the time to go on. Because wanting to stop is, by itself, enough reason to stop. Because you can trust someone to be rough, when you know that when it matters, they’re gentle.\n\n\r \nSo there’s no need to explain. Not yet. You’ll puzzle it out between the two of you tomorrow morning, when you’re less tired and more clothed, and maybe build back up a little slower in the next few nights. They lean in and kiss your forehead softly, check and double-check how you’re feeling again to the point where you’re even a little exasperated as you say yes, you’re fine, you don’t have to worry. (It’s kind of nice that they do, though.)\n\n\r \nAnd then you’re tired, because this day kind of has been a trainwreck and you’ll probably unpack that tomorrow as well, but before that today damn well needs to hurry up and end, so you settle down into your usual little-spoon spot and their arms clasped loosely around you now feel right again, somehow. Legs looped together, their hand resting lightly against your stomach, and you feel them nuzzle the gap between your neck and shoulder gently and smile a little at the ticklish sensation. “I’m really glad you said something,” they say.\n\n\r \n“Yeah?”\n\n\r \n“I’m glad you know that you can tell me if something’s wrong!”\n\n\r \n“Of course I know that, dumbass.” A little of the playfulness is back for you now. Which is how it works, you suppose. You can tease someone with words. You can tease someone with actions. You can, when you both know that that’s what it is. When it’s for the same reason as their fingers now trail through your hair and their lips brush your shoulder softly. For shared enjoyment. For closeness. For love.\n\n\r \n“I love you,” you say.\n\n\r \n“I love you too.”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Portal panties are real, so what happens when someone uses that kind of tech with Chasity belts?" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Tom hummed to himself, the mop sweeping long slow arcs in front of him, methodically working his way down the floor in the muted night shift lighting. The same 9 hour long playlist running through his headphones, he could schedule his day and tell the time by what song played. Something flicked along the floor, he whipped the mop tassels around it and sent it skidding behind him with the other nick-nacks and coins that had been lost beneath the shelves of aisle 9.\r \nHis mind wandered from his music.\r \nIt had been small, silver, round and heavy. He leaned the mop against the wall and walked along the smooth yet-to-be-mopped floor to see it shining up at him. Smooth polished steel.\r \nHe crouched down, tilting his head to the side and folding his ear over the wireless earbud, pausing his music. He wiped his hand clean on the thick coveralls and plucked the steel out of a dust bunny. It was warm, warmer than the soapy water. He immediately recognised it, eyes wide as his thumb ran over the little button at its base, the lid would snap open and… he wasn’t that kind of man. His thumb eased away and he slid the warm metal into his pocket for safe keeping. Someone would be looking madly for it.\r \n\r \nTom went back to the steaming bucket but his mind no longer followed the mop, the warm presence in his pocket the only thing he could think about.\r \nHe didn’t really have an opinion on the whole No-Female-Masturbation-Proclamation as it didn’t really affect men like him. Nightshift didn’t lend itself to meeting the right kind of women who would entrust you with carrying out that little task on their behalf. Nightshift made you weird…\r \n\r \nTom emptied the bucket and pulled the little distracting disk from his pocket, holding it over the staffroom counter. He furrowed his brow, he shouldn’t just leave it lying around. He drew it back into his hand, feeling it grow warmer against his palm. He could look, nobody would know. He glanced up at the roof but already knew he was in a security camera blind spot where he could steal a few drags of a vape.\r \nTom would know.\r \nHe slid it into his pocket and splashed his face with cold water, running a hand through his hair to slick it back and feel the cold drops running down the back of his neck. He would keep it close and safe.\r \n\r \nIt was the end of his shift. Mr Stephens was in, he didn’t look at Tom, focussing on the printer and folders, running through the morning balancing. Tom walked up to the counter, bag on his shoulder, coveralls rolled down to his hips with the sleeves tied around his waist. Mr Stephens looked up from his work, face pulled into a sleepy frown.\r \n“What Tommas?” he said.\r \nTom rubbed the metal, his eyes running over the poorly shaven grump of a manager.\r \n“Good morning.” said Tom, catching an odd glance from the man and walking through the open roller door. He sat down on the little bench in front of the shop, pushing one headphone in and resuming his playlist from where it had been 4 hours ago.\r \nHis head slowly sunk lower into his palm, his eyelids heavy as the world began to light up around him. The morning rush of tradies came through. People sat beside him and rose, the sun streamed down through windows above but doing nothing to push away the heavy blanket of tiredness that hung heavier by the slow minutes that passed.\r \nHe felt the warmth in his pocket and nodded to himself, forcing himself to perk up, rubbing his face briskly.\r \n\r \nThere was someone new, they had been working there for a month but this was his first time seeing them. His mind ran back to the roster trying to-... ‘Sarah’. She was cute, small features, short red hair that didn’t quite reach her shoulders. Her freckled cheeks were blushing almost as bright as her hair.\r \nTom listened close, making out only a few words.\r \nMr Stephens cast Tom a look for the dozenth time but he didn’t say anything.\r \nTom rose from the bench, stumbling a little on his feet before shaking his head. He really needed some sleep. He walked to the counter.\r \n“What are you still doing here Tommas?” he asked, then nodded toward Sarah “Did you find a phone last night?”\r \nTom waved off Mr Stephens and nodded to Sarah, flicking his head to the side and marching away from the store, out of earshot of his manager. She looked between them a few times and quickly scooted over to stand by him.\r \n“Was it a phone?” asked Tom.\r \nShe bit her lip, head craned back to look up at him, eyes darting over his face. He reached into his pocket to find the burning hot coal against his thigh, it had only been growing steadily warmer as she looked at him.\r \n“It’s not a phone it’s um-” she bit her lip, her legs rubbing against each other as she looked up at him. He needed to be certain, he couldn’t give it to the wrong person.\r \n“Y- your hands are really warm and you’ve had it a f-few hours.” she said.\r \nHe drew it from his pocket and held it out. Her hands snapped over it but she didn’t take it, covering it from view, glancing from her fingers in his hand up to him and back down. She did a little bounce on her toes, her knees seemingly on the verge of buckling out from beneath her. He needed to say something.\r \n“You waited?” she said.\r \n“Do you want to get a coffee?” he asked their words falling on top of eachother.\r \nShe perked up, a smile crossing her lips before she winced.\r \n“I h-have to start my shift.” she said, glancing at an expectant Mr Stephens.\r \n“Sorry, yeah. I’m always asleep at this time.” he said, giving her an easy out, she didn’t owe him a pity date.\r \nHe glanced down to her small fingers, covering the compact as it lay on his palm.\r \n“I’m free tomorrow morning, I start early and...” She closed his fingers over the compact, pushing it back toward him. “...I’m free tonight, 9 pm. If… if you wanted to-” she covered her face and darted away, leaving it in his palm." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Every time you masturbate, something about the world changes." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Todd was your average guy with a lot of free time and with that free time, he chose to masturbate. Wanting to teach Todd a lesson (and mess around with the world), a deity cursed Todd that every time you masturbate, something about the world changes and only he would be able to notice the differences.\n\nAlice was on her way to her job interview when she felt a headache. It left as quickly as it came. Was she dressed appropriately? In the subway, the men were in their business suits. For her and the other businesswomen, it was another story. There were women in short shorts and microskirts. Alice could see glimpses of their panties every time the train swayed. For tops, the women were wearing tube tops, mesh tops, or corsets. They were indifferent to the stares they were generating. Alice sighed in relief. She thought something weird had happened. As fancy as their clothes were, Alice had decided to go with a simpler approach and wear her shirt and sandals. The shirt was long enough to cover her butt, but left little to the imagination. She crossed her legs, revealing to the car that she wasn't wearing any panties." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The female knight bravely charged into the cave where the monster lived! Only to come out nude, and covered in some kind of white slime? Yet she braved the cave again, and again…and again, with the same results? Some of her knight cohorts are starting to wonder what exactly is in that cave?" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The female knight bravely charged into the cave where the monster lived! Only to come out nude, and covered in some kind of white slime? Yet she braved the cave again, and again…and again, with the same results? Some of her knight cohorts are starting to wonder what exactly is in that cave?\n\n\nI was one of those knight cohorts, and I couldn't help but be curious about what was going on. I decided to follow her one day and see for myself what was happening inside the cave.\n\n\nI crept up behind her as she entered the cave, and I watched as she disappeared into the darkness. I waited for a few moments, and then I followed her inside.\n\n\nThe cave was damp and cold, and I could hear the sound of dripping water echoing off the walls. I carefully made my way deeper into the cave, and then I heard a strange noise.\n\n\nIt sounded like someone or something was grunting and moaning with pleasure. I followed the noise, and then I saw a sight that made my heart race.\n\n\nThe female knight was on her hands and knees, her naked body covered in slime. And standing behind her, thrusting his massive cock into her ass, was the monster.\n\n\nI watched in amazement as the monster pounded into her, his huge cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet hole. She was moaning and groaning with pleasure, her body writhing and squirming as she was filled with his seed.\n\n\nI couldn't believe what I was seeing. The female knight had not only conquered the monster, but she had also tamed it. And now, she was using her feminine wiles to pleasure the beast and keep it under her control.\nI felt a surge of admiration and desire for the female knight, and I couldn't resist the temptation to join in. I stepped forward, and the monster looked up at me with surprise.\n\n\nI met its gaze with confidence, and then I reached down and grabbed its massive cock. I felt it throb and pulse in my hand, and then I lowered myself onto it.\nI rode the monster with all the skill and finesse of a busty female knight, my hips moving in perfect rhythm with its thrusts. The female knight watched with amazement as I took control of the situation, and I could see the admiration and desire in her eyes.\nWe rode the monster together, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we took turns pleasuring it. The beast grunted and groaned with pleasure, its seed filling us both as we reached the heights of ecstasy.\nWhen it was over, we lay together in a tangle of limbs, panting and sweating from the intense encounter. We had conquered the monster and claimed it as our own, and we knew that we would never forget this wild and passionate experience" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[PI] A rookie necromancer summons the spirit of a bubbly girl. Now she won’t stop messing up his experiments unless she gets sexy time." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“I guess she doesn’t look *too* bad,” Sadie conceded. “Don’t personally like the Wednesday Addams look…But the boobs look good. Doesn’t seem like she groomed herself much.”\n\n“I’m sorry she didn’t take the time to shave before her untimely death,” I said, waspishly, returning the blood to its place in my bag. \n\n“Also not a fan of the tats,” she said, as though she hadn’t heard me. “Do you know a spell that could remove them?”\n\n“No,” I lied. “So you’d need to get them removed yourself. I hear it’s painful.”\n\nShe ignored me. I watched her float a few inches lower, bend over and examine the toe tag.\n\n“Uh, excuse *me?!*” she said, shrilly.\n\n“What now?”\n\n“180 pounds?”\n\nI stared at her, confused.\n\n“Um, I *used* to be a size *zero?*”\n\n“I have no idea what that means. But if you’re complaining about the weight, I think she looks perfectly fine. Very attractive. Now, can we move on?”\n\n“It’s gonna take a lot of work to bring this down without losing all that boob,” she said, shaking her head. “But at least I’ll be taller—5’11. Her hair is nice, too. I can get it dyed. Probably not blonde though, complexion is all wrong for it. Face is pretty. Nice thighs…Could you flip her over, so that I can see her butt?”\n\n“No. I can’t. I’m too busy preparing to summon the powers of darkness to bring back some ditz to life.”\n\nSadie looked hurt. If she could, I bet she would have burst into tears.\n\n“That was harsh, Dale,” she said, quietly.\n\n“I’m sorry,” I said, rubbing my eyes, exhausted. “Look, this girl here was a person once. You’re talking about her like she’s a dress or something. Could you be a little sensitive?”\n\n“I was a person, too,” she said.\n\nI tried not to let it get to me. I walked around the circle, speaking the forbidden words in badly rehearsed Latin. But, unfortunately, the girl had succeeded in making me feel guilty. \n\n“What did she die of?” Sadie asked.\n\n“They aren’t sure yet,” I said, not looking at either Sadie or the corpse. “She just…dropped one day.”\n\n“Poor thing,” Sadie said, sadly. “I didn’t know that could happen.”\n\n“Happens too often, unfortunately,” I said. “The human body is a fragile thing.”\n\nThe circle was now illuminated, casting an eerie red glow along the steel lockers of the morgue." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "It's the norm here for everyone to be very, very cuddly in a completely platonic way. You are desperately trying to get your friend to realize you're into them, in a completely not-platonic way." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Fracine and I sat, bundled up at the end of the couch, her body wrapped around me. I could feel her boobs pressed into my back, something I desperately wanted to never end. We'd been friends for a long time, always spending time cuddled together, watching crappy movies like friends do.\n\nHowever, each and everytime the two of us got all comfy-cozy with each other underneath a big wool blanket, I felt so warm, so happy. It was something I never felt towards anyone else, no matter the boobs pressed into my back nor the cock poking my ass. Just her. With her, our time spent cuddled up felt like home, like nothing could be wrong. We were a toasty rolled up pigs in a blanket, her sweet fluffy pancake self keeping me snugged up tight.\n\nI wanted to tell her, needed to say something, but how could make platonic cuddling into something so intimate? We were just holding each other, not trying to feel each other up. Fear welled up in me, my anxieties of how she will respond glittering across its oily surface. Each one was so devastating. Even where she said \"no\" felt like I had betrayed her trust and destroyed something so precious to us.\n\nBut we'd been friends for years right? She'd be understanding, I'm sure of it.\n\nThat was the thing about anxiety: it was stupid and an asshole. But it was so persuasive. It could convince the reasonable part of you that you were worthless, unworthy of love despite being in the arms of someone you deeply cared about, snuggled up watching crappy movies around Christmas time.\n\nFrancine's fingers danced across my stomach. It sent a shiver down my back and I had to keep from making a sound at her touch. But then she did that to all her friends, I think. Didn't she?\n\nShe was just doing it because she liked to feel people, to know they were there, to hold them. Francine cuddled with all our friends. Surely that was just what she did.\n\n\"You've been super quiet, whatcha thinking about?\" She said, breaking my precious silent panic.\n\nI fumbled for words, forj\nIgetting how to make sounds. Her fingers danced on my skin again, breaking me out of my stammering.\n\n\"Just thinking about... your new perfume,\" I murmured. \"It smells nice.\"\n\n\"Oh, you like it?\" She said smiling. Sitting up a bit, Francine angled herself a bit, giving me the spot on her neck where she spritzed herself. And just a bit lower... Francine had a habit of plunging necklines. Snapping back, I took a respectful whiff. She smelled incredible. I wanted to stay there, breathing in nothing but her luxurious scent." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "She appeared before you in a puff of smoke, Wearing only panties, holding a Warzone bundle PS5 and a six-rack of Natty Light. \"I've appeared before you in the form most fit to fulfill your deepest desire.\" she said." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The room was quiet and empty. Really, there was just the bare minimum needed. A couch, a TV, and a small end table. Currently, the room only had a single occupant. John sat there and thought.\n\nHe had always dreamed of having his own place. Free of the burden of roommates or relatives. A place he could mold into his very own. Now that he had one, he had no idea what to do with it. He was not exactly swimming in cash, after all.\n\nIt would be great if he had a girlfriend, but he was single. Still, a lady friend would be nice. Maybe a stacked redhead? That would be sweet. He mulled that over and was about to get a drink to really let the idea fill his mind, when he realized he did not have anything. Well, except water. But a nice cold beer would really be nice. He slid down the cushions of the couch. Well this was turning out to be a fine life. No woman and no beer. The real icing on the cake was that his TV was basically ornamental. He could not afford any streaming services, and he didn't have a game system. He had been saving up for a PS5, but the apartment had eaten into his savings too much to afford one. Having it would have made this situation so much more tolerable.\n\nSuddenly, he felt something. A feeling deep in his gut, like something tugging at his insides. He clutched his stomach and groaned. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the feeling stopped. He heard a voice that seemed to come from nowhere.\n\n\"The desires have been heard. The price has been set.\" The voice sounded vaguely like a woman's, but somehow not. Like something immensely powerful using a woman's voice.\n\n\"Who... who's there? What's going on? What price?\" John asked the empty room. He stood and looked around furiously for any signs of another person, but found none.\n\nThen a large puff of smoke filled the room. John shielded his face against anything that might hit him, but there was nothing. No heat, no shrapnel. Nothing but an odd, slightly floral scent. The smoke faded quickly, leaving behind something that made John's jaw drop.\n\nThe single hottest woman he had ever seen stood there. Vibrant, wavy red hair perfectly framed her smooth face. Brilliant blue eyes looked at him, filling him with a sense of desire. Plump rosy lips curled into a slight smile, causing tiny dimples to form in her cheeks.\n\nThe woman wore almost nothing, just a pair of white panties, giving John a full view of her mouthwatering body. Her breasts were huge, easily the size of her head, and were surprisingly perky. Her nipples were just starting to poke up, as the apartment was kept fairly cool. The woman sported a tiny waist and voluptuous hips, which flowed down into long, shapely legs that seemed to beg his attention.\n\nIt took him an embarrassing amount of time to realize what he was looking at. A stacked redhead. Further examination showed she was holding something in each hand. One was a six pack of beer. The other was a brand new Warzone bundle PS5. \n\n\"Uh...\" \n\n\"I have come before you in the form most fit to fulfill your desire.\" The woman said in a voice that sent shivers down his spine.\n\n\"Uh...\" John said again.\n\n\"Wait here, I'll get this ready.\" She said.\n\nShe put the drinks in the end table, then turned and headed to the TV. John's eyes naturally fell to the most spectacular rear end he had ever seen. Its curves distorted some words printed on her panties. \"Saturday is for boys.\" John thought for a moment. It was indeed Saturday.\n\n\"Uh...who are you and how did you get here?\" John finally managed to ask as the mysterious beauty started setting up the game system.\n\n\"My name is unnecessary. Call me whatever you want. And how I got here is much less important than the fact that I'm here.\"\n\nShe finished hooking up the console and headed to the couch. Her hips swayed gently and her breasts had a noticeable bounce to them.\n\n\"Come, this is yours now.\" She said, holding out the controller. It took him a few seconds to move. When he was on the couch, controller in hand, she spoke again. \"Now while you play your game, what shall I do?\"\n\n\"Uh...I don't know?\" He still had no idea what was going on. He mindlessly began setting up his PS5 and getting ready to play. \"What, uh, what kinds of things can I ask?\"\n\n\"Anything. Today, I am yours. Whatever you ask of me, I shall do without hesitation.\"\n\n\"So...if I tell you to blow me while I'm playing?\"\n\nShe slid off the couch and kneeled in front of him. She opened his pants and dug out his very confused manhood. Then she looked up at him, waiting. It took a few seconds to figure out what.\n\nThe moment he started the game, her lips closed around his shaft. His fingers fumbled with the buttons. His brain struggled to handle the two sources of enjoyment. He scrolled through the menus as her mouth slowly swallowed his entire length. He began looking for a game as her head bobbed along him. He loaded into the map while her tongue wound along his length. He began playing while she licked his head.\n\nHis breathing was fast and he had trouble focusing on the game. Her teeth brushed lightly against his sensitive skin as he began exploring the map. He groaned and writhed with pleasure as he entered combat with an opponent. She moved faster and faster as he fought his online enemy. He ducked and shot as she sucked and licked. \n\nAs his opponent fell to his hail of digital gunfire, he reached his limit. He let out a roar of pure bliss as he erupted into her mouth. She swallowed every drop of his seed like it was water. He barely even noticed when another player put a bullet into his avatar's head. \n\n\"Holy crap.\" He said as the game continued without him. She looked up at him, waiting for his next command. He looked over at the beer. \"Put one of those between your tits. I'm going to drink it like that.\"\n\n\"Of course.\" She purred.\n\nShe stood and did exactly as he told her to. The can nearly disappeared into her cleavage. She slid onto his lap and positioned herself perfectly so that he could drink the cold brew. She leaned forward and beer spilled into his waiting mouth. He drank eagerly, and his hands went around her slender hips, grabbing her tight ass. \n\nWhen he was done drinking, he tore the can out and replaced it with his face. They were amazing. Soft, yet with a pert firmness that gave them incredible shape in addition to size. He squeezed her cheeks while she rubbed her chest along his face. He pulled out, gasping for air and looked up at her with an excited gleam in his eyes.\n\n\"From now on, I want to always be in contact with your tits or your ass. Whenever I get hard, either suck it, or use these.\" He said, grabbing one of her breasts. \"And tonight, we're going to fuck until I can't anymore. And tomorrow...\"\n\nShe placed a finger up to his lips, silencing him. \"Don't get too far ahead of yourself.\" She said. \"Today, I have no problem doing whatever you want. But tomorrow is another matter entirely.\"\n\n\"Why's that?\"\n\nShe leaned in close, molding her body against him. \n\n\"Saturday is for boys.\" She said. She leaned in close, moving her lips next to his ear. \"But Sunday is for girls.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Burned out, you fantasize about a nice escape. It soon becomes apparent that it's not only real, but very, very lewd." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "It start with my commute. I was riding in a train car from work when a man sat next to me. I gave him a quick glance before shifting away from him slightly. I like to be in my little world whenever I traveled in public.\n\nHe tapped on my shoulders. His lips were moving but I can't hear what he said. I took an earbud off and spoke, \"Do you mind, I'm trying to enjoy my ride in peace.\"\n\nI tried to put my buds back in my ears, but I wasn't quick enough. That's the thing with strangers. Give them an inch and they'll take a mile. \"I don't mean to bother,\" the man said. \"But the song your listening to, Sweet Dreams, is such a delight.\"\n\nHow did he know I was listening to that song. I had my phone in my purse, along with my pepper spray, and my music wasn't that loud. It must have been a lucky guess. \"You like alternative music?\" I asked. I immediately regretted that. This was why I didn't talk to people in public.\n\n\"Sometimes, I listen to whatever excites my senses and right now, you're quite exciting,\" he said with a knowing smile. In retrospect, I should have sprayed him right there, but he had a charm that made me feel like I was the star in his show. \"My name is Roman.\"\n\n\"Kris.\" No, this is not happening, I'm not going to get tied up into some inane conversation. \"I would like to get back to my music.\"\n\nThere was a slight twinkle in his eyes. \"If there was anything you would want in life. Anywhere you would want to *escape* to. What would it be?\"\n\nI gave the question some thought. \"I would sitting in a wonderful hotel with a beautiful view of the Caribbean sea.\" I could practically hear the waves crashing against the sand. I would sitting in the balcony with a glass of wine in my hand. Maybe it would be me or the wine, but a bad idea would form where I call for room service. I don't care who it is, as long as they can... service me.\"\n\nI paused. Blinking several times upon realizing that I spoke without taking a breath. Did I say that out loud. None of the passengers seemed to notice me, but they could be silently judging me for being a perv. I could feel my cheeks burning as my chest rose, the thought of that fantasy still warm in my mind.\n\n\"Well, Kris, I work for a special organization that specializes in escape rooms,\" Roman said. He pulled out a blank business card. \"It still needs some experimenting and I think you will be the perfect subject.\"\n\nSo many questions swarmed my head. I could feel my lips moving, but no intelligent words could escape from my lips. Right at the moment where I felt like I was going to have a panic attack.\n\nThat's when the announcer spoke, \"Next stop, Fifth Season Hotel.\"\n\nFifth Season?\n\nI looked around the car and was surprised to see no one reacting. Even more strange, the outside scene transformed as building disappeared and palm trees sprang. In a blink of the eye, the train was in front of a tropical resort. The doors opened, but none of the passengers moved. \n\nThis had to be a dream. But if I was dreaming, I might as well have fun with it. I turned to Roman to see if he could see it too, but he was gone with only his blank card left behind. Taking the blank card, I stood at the edge of the door.\n\nIt was just a dream.\n\nI stepped out into the sandy beach and the door closed behind me. I watched as the train continued to ride into the ocean. Yep, I was definitely dreaming. I turned to the magnificent hotel before me and made my way inside. It stood beautifully as a bright beacon of relaxation under the peaceful sunset. I shielded my eyes as I entered, adjusting to the indoor lights. I've never seen a room so big and this was the main lobby.\n\nMy eyes were set on an employee standing behind a desk.\n\nHe smiled as I walked toward him. \"Ah, Ms. Christine Ferez,\" he said with a warm smile. \"We've been expecting you.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You always suspected your girlfriend's parents liked you more than their daughter. So when they signed her over as a sex slave for your birthday, you weren't totally surprised." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Thomas relaxed in the padded leather armchair and sipped the scotch. It was the expensive kind; the kind he could never imagine buying himself.\r \n\r \n\"So what are your plans now that you've graduated,\" Thomas's girlfriend's father John asked.\r \n\r \n\"well sir,\" he answered. \"I have accepted an offer with a research company as a junior scientist.\"\r \n\r \nJohn smiled. \"Does it pay well?\"\r \n\r \nThomas grinned at the forwardness. \"My starting salary is $120,000.\"\r \n\r \nThis earned a nod of approval. \"Not bad.\"\r \n\r \nA silence formed as the two men sipped their drinks.\r \n\r \n\"I understand my daughter turned you down when you proposed.\"\r \n\r \nThomas felt his cheeks heat, and he shifted in embarrassment. \"Yes sir.\"\r \n\r \n\"Some excuse about not being ready to settle down?\"\r \n\r \n\"Yes sir. Katie said she was not sure about marriage. She said it was an antiquated concept.\"\r \n\r \nThis earned an eye roll and an exasperated sigh.\r \n\r \n\"What my daughter needs is a level headed man such as yourself. You two have been dating what... four years?\"\r \n\r \n\"Five this March.\"\r \n\r \nJohn snorted. \"My wife and I got married after six months. And we've been married thirty-five years now.\"\r \n\r \n\"Katie's a unique girl. She has her own view of life.\"\r \n\r \nHer father was lost in thought for a while. Suddenly he stood.\r \n\r \n\"I haven't given you a birthday gift this year.\"\r \n\r \n\"My birthday is not for two more weeks.\"\r \n\r \nJohn ignored the comment and pulled open the door.\r \n\r \n\"Katie! Get your butt in here! Amanda! Come here!\" His voice echoed through the large house.\r \n\r \nA few minutes later Amanda, Katie's mother appeared, followed by Thomas's girlfriend.\r \n\r \n\"What's this nonsense about you turning Thomas down when he asked you to marry him?\"\r \n\r \nKatie stiffened defensively. \"I don't know that I want to get married.\"\r \n\r \n\"It's because of that kinky shit you're into.\"\r \n\r \n\"Dad!\" Katie yelled and turned red faced.\r \n\r \nThomas felt his cheeks turn red. Katie was into BDSM and had introduced him to the exciting world. She was a submissive and enjoyed being dominated.\r \n\r \n\"John,\" Amanda reprimanded. \"Behave yourself.\"\r \n\r \nKatie's father ignored them. \r \n\r \n\"Thomas is a level-headed, intelligent young man. I don't know that you can do much better. you two have been together long enough to know if you can get along.\"\r \n\r \nHe walked to his desk and settled behind it. Withdrawing a paper from his desk, he began writing. When finished, he placed it on the personal scanner and made two copies. Using his pen, he signed his name on each. Then he slid the pages across the desk.\r \n\r \n\"Since my daughter likes that whole Fifty Shades of Grey stuff, instead of giving you my blessing to marry her, I am going to give you her as your slave.\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh my god dad,\" Katie exclaimed.\r \n\r \nThomas lifted one of the sheets to read. In summary, the document stated that Katie would now be his slave to care for. He gave his permission for Thomas to marry her if so desired. Then his eyes widened at the last part; John was not giving Thomas his daughter but selling her to him for the price of $1.\r \n\r \n\"A dollar,\" Katie said indignantly.\r \n\r \nAt the bottom of the page were places for John, Thomas, and Katie to sign.\r \n\r \nThomas studied Katie trying to read hs girlfriend's reaction. Before he could say anything, Katie snatched the pen up and signed all three, then she held the pen out to him.\r \n\r \n\"This is ridiculous,\" her mother said. \"You can't sell our daughter.\"\r \n\r \n\"Apparently I can,\" John replied and gestured to Katie's signatures.\r \n\r \n\"Well?\" Katie asked.\r \n\r \n\"Is this what you want,\" Thomas asked her.\r \n\r \n\"Do you,\" she retorted.\r \n\r \n\"Let's give them a moment alone,\" Amanda said and nodded for her husband to leave.\r \n\r \nWhen Katie's parents were gone and the door closed, Thomas took a deep breath.\r \n\r \n\"This is weird.\"\r \n\r \nKatie held the pen out.\r \n\r \n\"Do you want to be my slave? Or are you just doing this to get back at your dad?\"\r \n\r \nKatie let her hand drop.\r \n\r \n\"I don't know. I mean... I like what we have. I don't want to get married just because my mom and dad expect me to.\"\r \n\r \n\"I get that. What about my slave?\"\r \n\r \nKatie gave one her mischievous grins. \"Sure. I wouldn't mind that. Can you imagine my parents' reaction?\"\r \n\r \nHe shook his head. \"No. If you're only doing it to poke at your mom and dad, then I'm not doing it.\"\r \n\r \nShe studied him. \"You're serious about this? I mean... Like really serious. About me being your slave. Not just... I don't know.\"\r \n\r \nThomas nodded. \"I'm perfectly happy for things to stay the way they are. It's worked for us so far. But if you want to try this, then it has to be because you really want to. Not because you are just taking a jab at your parents.\"\r \n\r \n\"And you would be happy with me being your slave? Not your wife?\"\r \n\r \n\"And would you be happy being my slave?\"\r \n\r \nShe considered this for a minute.\r \n\r \n\"Will you beat me,\" Katie asked.\r \n\r \nThomas smiled. \"No more than usual.\"\r \n\r \nKatie did not laugh. In fact, something in her manner changed completely; she was as serious as he had ever seen her.\r \n\r \n\"No. I will not beat you as punishment. If you fail to do something accidentally, it would be unfair to punish you. If you fail to do something because I did not explain it clearly, that would also be unfair. If you deliberately do not follow instructions, that would warrant punishment - either physical or not. If needed, I will spank you. If the situation is more serious, I will paddle you.\"\r \n\r \nShe nodded. \"And if you meet someone else? Someone who wants to be your wife?\"\r \n\r \nHe decided to push her. \"You will remain my slave until you ask to be freed.\"\r \n\r \nKatie's eyes widened. This was not the answer she had expected.\r \n\r \n\"What if your new wife doesn't like you having a slave?\"\r \n\r \nThomas struggled to keep his face straight. \"If you do not ask to be freed, then I will sell you.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A jam in her handcuffs meant that her quiet afternoon of self-bondage was about to become a much less quiet evening of exhibitionism..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "They were a guilty pleasure of Jessica's, her little \"sessions.\" She'd slip on her comfy wrist cuffs, slide in her rabbit, and tie the little chain between her cuffs to the pull cord on her blinds, high enough that her arms would be extended straight up above her nude body, and the littlest flinch would threaten to raise them and expose her to world outside \n\nShe liked how her tits looked when she was stretched with her arms high like this. It made her arch her back and thrust out her chest. It made her tits look pert, and the fact that she could not lower her arms to cover them out of modesty made her blush. It made her pink little nipples harden from the excitement. \n\nThe predicament she had set herself up in was simple. As long as she could keep her arms up, she'd be safely hidden in the privacy of her apartment. But if her arms tired and fell, the cord would pull, and the blinds would, ratchet click by ratchet click, reveal more and more and more. \n\nWhile she stood there facing the closed window she'd fantasize. It turned her on. Her pussy would wetten and her nipples would go stiff. She'd fantasize about *accidentally* pulling her arms down, raising the blinds, and exposing herself to all of 8th Avenue. Or she'd wonder what would happen if her shoulders got so tired that she had no choice but to let them fall. Or, she'd fantasize about stumbling over and end up lying tangled on the floor, nude, while everyone outside watched the beautiful, bound, nubile young woman struggle to cover herself. \n\nLately she'd even taken to binding her knees together. Stumbling back and forth, she felt like she was even closer to accidently exposing herself. It was thrilling. \n\nWhen she couldn't take any more, from the excitement or the exhaustion, she'd click the release latch onto the cuffs, stumble back to her couch, and masturbate. She'd cum, over and over, thinking about the thousands of eyes outside, who were so close to seeing how her helpless she was. \n\nThe remote vibrator was new. It slipped inside her and was held in firmly by her tied thighs. It could be controlled by her phone, set out of reach, without her even needing to touch it. It had hundreds of settings, but the one she liked the most was \"random\". For varying periods and with varying intensity, it would activate the little wand held firmly over her clitoris or the deep vibrator inside her. Sometimes it ran for five seconds, sometimes for ten, sometimes for a 30 seconds straight, rising and falling. It seemed to have some sort of cruel intelligence, this little device, edging her closer and closer and then going silent for as much as a minute at a time. When it would start again with intensity, she'd grunt. It would buzz and tickle her clit, roil inside her until she was about to burst, and then it would stop again. \n\nWhen she put the vibe in, her fantasies became even more intense. What if the random program was too strong, and she reached involuntarily for her over-excited pussy when the infernal thing stopped just short? Or, what if it was *too* strong and she fell to her knees in the throes of orgasm after orgasm? \n\nThese things never happened, of course. No... After an orgasm or four, Jessica's head would always clear and she'd just press the little lever on the cuff latch, let herself down carefully, and spend the rest of the night relaxing in her tub, now fantasizing about next time. \n\n\"What if?\" It was the 'what if' that excited Jessica. Actually being exposed terrified her, but standing there behind her closed blinds, stretched high with her chest out so far that her little nipples brushed the blinds themselves, made every orgasm that her little remote video gave her so, so much better. \n\nThe 'what if' excited me too. Like, 'what if' her ex boyfriend, who had kept a copy of her key, had let himself in earlier that day and dripped a tiny drop of gummy glue into the latch mechanism of those cuffs? And 'what if', after three knee shaking orgasms, Jessica decided that she couldn't take another without collapsing, and went to release herself and nothing at all happened? \n\nIt was amazing to watch her from across the street. She lasted twenty six minutes before the blinds started to rise. What a good strong girl! I don't know how many times she had cum, but by the time her blinds had risen high enough for me to see her, she was on her knees, her face alternating between sobs and awkward contortions. She was still bravely holding her arms high, tits out, trying to get her blinds to descend, but it was hopeless. With her knees bound like that she couldn't get back to her feet, and every time the vibe kicked in again her body would involuntarily curl and ratchet the window shade higher. \n\nI let her suffer for another twenty minutes before I called her apartment. \n\n\"Hi Jessica. It's Andrew... I couldn't help but notice you're... *in a bit of a bind*.\" I said into her answering machine. \n\n\"Do you need me to come over there?\" I continued slowly, watching her face turn to an expression of horror as she listened. \n\n\"I still have a key around here somewhere. It might take me a while to find it....\" \n\n\"Anyway, if you want me to come over, you just nod, OK?\" I said. \"I'll be watching.\" \n\nAs I hung up I could see the vibrator shake her body again. She looked so beautiful and sad. She was shuddering, trying to fend off another climax. I had long since lost count, but the poor girl was hanging her head back with her mouth agape now.\n\nIt was another 15 minutes of this before she gave in. At long last I saw her direct her face to my window, and nod. I waved back to her. She nodded again, more desperately. I gave her a sarcastic thumbs up, and blew her a kiss. \n\nI gave it ten minutes before I left my apartment. Another 10 before I got to her door. \n\n\"Oh Jessica. Gotten yourself into a bit of a predicament, haven't you? \n\nWhen I got there she was lying in a pool of her own tears and cum. The blinds cord, amazing sturdy!, wasn't long enough for her to reach her waist and dislodge the vibrator. Her thighs, clamped closed by tight straps, mercilessly held the little thing directly against her clit even with all her squirming. \n\nShe was cumming again even as I walked in. \n\n\"Andrew....\" she gasped... \"Andrew, please.\" \n\n\"Please what, dear.\" I taunted her. \n\nShe grunted again, scrunching up her face in agonized humiliation. \n\n\"Please Andrew, get me off.\" \n\n\"You look like you're getting off just fine without me.\" \n\nIt was bullshit like this that made her leave me in the first place. \n\n\"Let me *free*, you ASSHOLE\" she growled, before thinking better of it. \"Please??\" \n\n\"Oh Jessica, I didn't say I'd let you free. I only offered to come over.\" I said. \n\nHer face fell, even as she winced from renewed vibrations. The sun was going down, and the inside of her bright apartment was becoming more and more visible with every moment. \n\nI sat comfortably on her couch. \n\n\"Oh look, you got a new phone!\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Welcome to the Build-a-Bimbo workshop! Where your fantasies become a reality" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The first thing Kyle noticed when he entered the workshop was the smell. The air was laced with perfume that did a decent job of hiding a different scent underneath the floral aromas. \n\nThe second thing he noticed was the displays. They were all life size and showed women of various builds, facial features, and clothing options. \n\nThe third was the woman who had started towards him a few seconds after he had entered. The woman could best be described as bouncy, and not just because of her gait. Her bright blonde hair was done in curls that bounced with every step. And then there was the rest of her. She wore a thin tube top that let him see her large breasts were also very bouncy, and a skirt short enough that it may as well have been underwear.\n\n\"Hello, sir!\" She said cheerfully. \"Welcome to Build-A-Bimbo, where your fantasies become a reality!\" \n\n\"Uh, hi.\" He said.\n\nShe giggled lightly. \"Is this your first time with us? I bet it is. I would've remembered a cute guy like you.\" \n\n\"C-cute? Uh...\" He cleared his throat. \"Uh, yeah, this is my first time here.\"\n\nShe bounced on the balls of her feet and gave a little cheer. Kyle wondered how her top stayed on.\n\n\"Oh, goodie! I love seeing what new customers can come up with. Come on, come on!\"\n\nShe took his hand and led him deeper into the store, where there were several long lines of small cubical-like rooms. The store attendant brought him into one of them. Inside was a large, well maintained couch. The perfume was slightly stronger coming off of it.\n\nShe sat him down and pulled a tablet off the wall, handing it to him.\n\n\"You'll use this to make your ideal bimbo. You can choose her body type, her various colors, her personality, everything! Then our experts will make her just for you.\"\n\nThe screen showed a very easy to understand interface, where he could change what she said and far, far more. It was almost too much to go through.\n\n\"Wow. There's a lot.\"\n\n\"I know, I know. But it's all super easy once you know what you're doing. Hey, while you're waiting, do you want to play with my boobs? Or maybe you'd like a complimentary blow job?\"\n\nKyle swallowed a lump in his throat. \"What?\"\n\n\"Oh yeah, I should probably tell you this. I'm not just a store clerk. I mean, I totally am that, but I'm also a product demo. I'm here to give you a taste of what you're buying. So, how about it?\"\n\n\"Uh...give me a few minutes to get started, okay?\"\n\n\"Aw, okay.\" She actually looked slightly disappointed. \"But after those few minutes are up?\"\n\nKyle looked her up and down. At her impressive curves and full chest. That lump was back. And he made up his mind. This was what he was here for, right?\"\n\n\"Give me ten minutes, and then give me a tittyfuck. Uh...please?\"\n\nHer face lit up. \"Oh, I like you!\" She said. \"I love using my big boobs like that! It's so much fun!\"\n\n\"Uh, just so you know, my tastes are little unusual. Is that okay?\"\n\n\"Big boobs isn't unusual.\"\n\n\"Uh, besides that.\"\n\n\"Oh, sure. We pride ourselves on catering to every taste.\"\n\nKyle nodded and got to work. He went through the options, soon finding various preset options he could choose and then modify. He had some fun playing around with those.\n\nAnd then his ten minutes were up. The attendant practically threw herself at him. She peeled her top off and opened his pants with slender, dexterous fingers.\n\n\"Wow!\" She cheered. \"You're huge! You sure you don't want to BJ? I love using my boobs, but I also love sucking cock, especially when they're this big.\"\n\n\"Uh, I'm... I'm okay with what I said.\"\n\nShe nodded and got right to it. Kyle tried to focus on the screen, but it became exponentially more difficult. Her chest wrapped around his length and began pumping, making his vision blurr from sheer ecstasy.\n\nHis fingers shook as he navigated the various menues. He groaned as she pulsed her chest, moving each one in different directions. He found his preferred options, buried deep in the options. Even deeper than his manhood was in her chest.\n\nHe almost fumbled his options as she slid her chest back and forth. His mouth went dry as she varied her speed. His eyes rolled back as he felt himself getting ready to burst. He relaxed as she slowed down just enough to let him experience her ministrations more.\n\nHe selected his options as she slammed her arms against her chest, filling him with ever mounting pleasure. The tablet dropped out of his hands as she brought him to the heights of pleasure. He lay back in the couch as he savored everything she did. And soon, he finished.\n\nWith a throaty cry, he exploded. His seed shot into the air, covering her chest, face, and hair. She giggled as she leaned back. She did not even bother to clean herself. In fact, she see to relish being covered in his cum.\n\n\"Wow. If that was a free sample, I can't wait for the real thing.\" He said through deep breaths.\n\n\"Glad I could help.\" She said cheerfully. \"So, are you done? Can I see what you picked?\"\n\n\"Uh, I...I suppose so.\"\n\nShe hummed as she picked up the tablet and looked at his chosen opinions.\n\n\"Redhead. That's a good one.\" She said. \"Oo, and I love green eyes. Mine are blue, but green is such a nice color. Hm, oh, you chose the short stack option, I see. That's a popular one. Cuddly and sexy all in one. Wow! Boobs even bigger than mine! You'll be able to use those as pillows, I bet. And that butt. Damn, that's a lot of cake. Hm, personality...the sweetheart option, huh? Most guys go for the super slut. That's what I am, by the way. But this is nice too. A lady who will treat you super nice both in and out of the bedroom. I like it. Hm...\" She paused when she saw the next entry. \"Wow, you sure about this one? This one's better suited for the Domms-R-Us down the street, or maybe Tomboy Central a few doors down if you stretch it a bit.\"\n\nKyle felt his cheeks warming up. \"Is it that bad?\"\n\n\"No, of course not! It's just that most guys don't want their bimbos to be strong enough to lift them.\"\n\nKyle laughed nervously. \"I did say I had unusual tastes. And is it so bad that when I want a lady to go down on me, she makes me go up at the same time?\"\n\n\"Hm...well, it's an option for a reason, so whatever. Are there any changes you want to make before I send this out? Because once I do, that's it.\"\n\nHm, give me a few more minutes, just to be sure.\"\n\nHe did spend a few more minutes finding things he wanted to change. But soon enough, he was certain he was finished. He handed the pad back to the attendant and she gave her bouncy, bubbly smile.\n\n\"Okay then! It'll take a little while to get your new bimbo! You can sit tight or come back in a few hours. Up to you. But if you stay, I'd be happy to give you some more of those free samples.\" She said with a wink.\n\n\"I...I don't know if I have the stamina right now. I'll come back, I think.\"\n\nShe again looked disappointed. \"Okay, suit yourself. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.\"\n\nIt took him a moment to be able to stand. He headed out to see what else the town had to offer. At least, until his new playmate was done." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A busty girl is best friends with a shy nerd. She is a nymphomaniac and has a secret crush on him. She developed the habit of telling him her horny fantasys in a language he does not speak. So told him to \"make her his cumdump\". He however, has secretly learned the language to surprise her." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Candice had always been a free spirit, unafraid to indulge in her wildest desires and explore the limits of her pleasure. Her best friend, Ethan, was shy and introverted, and Candice had always wondered what it would be like to unleash his hidden desires.\n\nSo she began to share her wildest fantasies with him, always in a language he couldn't understand. She would describe her deepest, darkest desires, imagining what it would be like to be his cumdump, to feel him taking her over and over again until she was spent and satisfied.\n\nAnd then, one day, she discovered the truth. \"I want you to make me your cumdump,\" she said, in the language she had always used to share her most intimate desires with Ethan. \n\nEthan looked at her, it was time to confess. \"I...I understand what you're saying,\" he said softly. Candice's heart skipped a beat. \"What do you mean?\" she asked, her voice trembling with excitement.\n\n\"I mean, I've been secretly learning the language you always speak in,\" Ethan said, a smile spreading across his face. \"I wanted to surprise you.\"\n\nCandice couldn't believe it. All this time, Ethan had been learning the language just to understand her deepest fantasies. She felt a rush of desire wash over her, imagining what it would be like to finally let go with him.\n\nCandice was thrilled and aroused by the thought of Ethan finally indulging in his deepest desires. She imagined what it would be like to finally let go with him, to experience the full force of his desire as he took her again and again, until she was a quivering mass of pleasure and satisfaction.\n\n\"Well then,\" Candice said, grinning wickedly. \"What are you waiting for?\n\nEthan's eyes gleamed with desire as he took her into his arms, pulling her close and whispering in her ear. As he described his deepest desires to her, Candice felt herself becoming more and more aroused, until she was practically trembling with anticipation.\n\nAs the night wore on, Candice felt a deep sense of fulfilment and satisfaction. She had always known that Ethan had hidden depths, but she never could have imagined just how deep they went. He ran his fingers down her thigh and into her panties. \"You're so wet for me,\" Ethan murmured, as he slipped his fingers inside her. \"Do you like it when I touch you like this?\"\n\nCandice could only moan in response, her body writhing with pleasure as Ethan continued to explore her most sensitive areas. He licked and sucked on her nipples, making her squirm with desire, before moving down to her inner thighs.\n\nAs Ethan's tongue flicked over her clit, Candice felt a rush of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed her. She moaned and writhed beneath him, unable to contain the pleasure that was building inside her.\n\n\"Ethan, I'm going to come,\" she cried out, her voice filled with desire.\n\nEthan didn't stop, didn't even slow down. He continued to pleasure her with his tongue and fingers until Candice felt herself reaching the edge of ecstasy.\n\nAnd then, with a cry of pleasure, she came, her body convulsing with waves of pleasure that left her gasping for breath. With a deep growl of desire, he mounted her, his body pressing down on hers.\n\nAs he thrust into her, Candice felt a wave of pleasure that nearly overwhelmed her. She cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsing with pleasure as Ethan continued to pound into her.\n\nAnd then, with a final cry of desire, he came, his body shuddering with pleasure as he filled her with his seed.\n\nCandice lay there for a moment, lost in the throes of ecstasy. She had never felt so alive, so connected to another person.\n\nCandice gazed down at Ethan, her eyes burning with desire. \"I'm not done with you yet,\" she said, her voice low and sultry. Ethan's breath caught in his throat as he looked up at her, his body still quivering with pleasure.\n\nCandice knelt down beside him, her long hair cascading down over her shoulders. She then leaned in and took his hard cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she began to suck.\n\nEthan moaned with pleasure as he felt her hot mouth on him, his body responding eagerly to her touch. He looked down at her, watching as she worked him with her mouth and tongue.\n\nCandice continued to suck him, her lips working up and down his shaft as she deepthroated him. She could taste his cum on her tongue, and it only made her want him more.\n\nEthan's breaths came in short gasps as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with her talented mouth working him so expertly.\n\nAnd then, with a deep groan of pleasure, he came, his hot cum exploding into her mouth. Her body shuddered with pleasure as she felt it fill her mouth. She continued to suck him, milking and swallowing every last drop.\n\nAs she pulled away from him, Ethan collapsed onto the bed beside her, his body limp with pleasure. He gazed up at her, a look of pure bliss on his face. Candice knew that she had finally found what she had been looking for. A deep sense of intimacy and passion that could only come from being truly connected to another person." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You meet someone who was raised by animals, and therefore has no knowledge of social boundaries." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I was chilling on a bench in the park when the girl came bounding towards me, moving surprisingly gracefully on all fours. I blinked in confusion as she approached then sat squatting in front of me.\n\n\n“Hiya.” She smiled. “I'm Haeley.”\n\n\n“Ummmm.” I blinked again. “Hi.. Haeley.”\n\n\nThe girl wore an excited expression and was wiggling her butt slightly.\n\n\n“What… a..” I eyed her quizzically. “What are you doing?”\n\n\nI could swear I saw her ears perk up.\n\n\n“Oh yeah!” Haeley chirped. “I'm following a scent!” She closed her eyes and took long whiffs with her nose. “Definitely close.”\n\n\nI was preparing to get up from the bench and leave. “Uh huh. Well, good luck wi… WHAT THE HELL!?”\n\n\nI plunged my hands down to push Haeley’s forehead. She had leapt forward and shoved her head between my legs, burying her face in the crotch of my pants, sniffing frantically.\n\n\n“Mmmm this is it, what I've been looking for!” Haeley’s voice was muffled in my crotch.\n\n\n“Cut it out!” Despite my efforts, I could not push her away.\n\n\nSuddenly she paused and her deep brown eyes gazed up at me. I felt my cock stir in my pants. She was really cute, if insane.\n\n\nHaeley had a hungry look. “You haven't spilled your seed in a while huh?”\n\n\nI blushed deeply. “That's really not your business!” Although, it had in fact been a while.\n\n\nNow Haeley blinked like I was insane. “Well of course it is.” She paused to rub her cheek affectionately against my crotch. “This is perfect, cause I'm in heat.”\n\n\n“In...heat?” I stuttered.\n\n\nHaeley giggled and nodded her head. “Yep. Look.”\n\n\nMercifully she moved from between my legs. My eyes widened as she faced away then bent over on her knees until her face and chest rested on the sidewalk. She reached back and pulled her short shorts down over a round, pale ass. She wore no panties and her pink slit peeked from between her thighs. Her mound was poorly trimmed, like she had groomed her pubes with little skill, and her pussy was indeed sopping wet.\n\n\n“See.” Haeley grinned over her shoulder. “Good thing I found you.”\n\n\nMy cock, which had been stiff, now swelled to full erection. My jaw hung open, my mouth working with no words coming out. I slowly turned my head left and right, seeing no one else.\n\n\nHaeley furrowed her brow and shook her bare ass. “You don't want to give me your seed?” \n\n\nI quickly stood up. “Of course.” I stepped behind her, playing along. “Good thing we met.”\n\n\n\"Me too.\" Haeley smiled again. “I'm ready.”\n\n\n“I see.” I stared at her dripping slit as I undid and dropped my pants then underwear. My hard cock sprung forth.\n\n\nHaeley eyed my dick with desire. “Give me.”\n\n\n“Fuck yes.” I got to my knees and gripped my cock.\n\n\nI lined my tip up between her folds then slid into her. The head of my cock was engulfed in more wetness than it had ever known. I watched my shaft disappear into her entrance and deep into the heat of her pussy. Haeley moaned in satisfaction while I penetrated her. I started to pump my hips, my cock thrusting into her incredible tightness.\n\n\n“Take me, take me.” Haeley panted with rapture.\n\n\n“You feel so good.” I groaned, gripping her hips.\n\n\nI rammed my hips forward, sliding fully into her hole. My thighs slapped against her ass and warmth trickled down my balls, my cock pushing juices from her stuffed pussy. I started to repeat the motion rapidly, fucking her hard on the sidewalk.\n\n\n“Give me your seed… give me…” Haeley moaned while I pounded into her.\n\n\nI spasmed as she began to rock back against my thrusts, her eager pussy sliding along my length. My hands came to her pale ass and squeezed. My arms flexed, guiding her motions to match mine. I drove my hips forward and yanked Haeley back, pistoning my cock into her convulsing pussy.\n\n\n“Ahhhh….Ahhhhh.” She cried out loudly in the middle of the park.\n\n\nHer movements stopped and her body seized up, her thighs quivering. Her pussy clenched down on my thrusting cock and I felt a surge of cum splash my swinging nuts. I gripped her ass, pinning her down as I drilled into her tightening hole desperately.\n\n\n“Where… should I... cum!?” I grunted, my cock throbbing, climax building.\n\n\nHaeley's eyes widened. “Inside of course!”\n\n\nWith renewed vigor, she slammed her ass back against me, as if to prevent me from pulling out. There wasn't time to argue, I pumped into her a few more times and then pushed all the way inside and held. My body shook and I groaned as my climax took me. My cock swelled, unloading cum deep into her, stretching her tight pussy. Haeley smiled happily while I flooded her hole with my jizz. Finally I pulled back, my cock sliding slowly from her hole. Haeley stayed leaning forward, cheek on the concrete in apparent bliss. I watched as my cum began to seep from her pink slit.\n\n\n“Thank you.” Haeley grinned, pulling up her shorts with no effort to clean up.\n\n\nI stood awkwardly and pulled up my pants and underwear. “You're… uh… welcome.”\n\n\nHaeley turned to me, squatting again. “Hopefully, I will bear your young.”\n\n\nMy face was utter shock. “I...you...What…”\n\n\nShe giggled. \"Maybe we'll meet again and you can see your offspring.\" She waved cheerfully. \"Until then.\"\n\n\nHaeley gracefully bounded off across the park on all fours. I stood looking dumbfounded long after she was gone." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "As a gift, you are given a single 'orgy bomb', which when used, causes anyone in a half mile range to start fucking each other. And you think of the perfect place to use it..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I saw this prompt and immediately knew where to set it off. Now re-written and expanded.\n\nHope you all like it.\n\nAs always, critique welcomed.\n\n***\n\n> Contains: A news report!\n\n***\n\n\"Now for the final headline tonight, one that I'm sure no-one could have predicted: The New York protest that took an unexpected turn.\" The news reporter shifted in her chair, a slight smile creasing her usually serious features.\n\nHer male counterpart filled the pause. \"The following reports contains graphic imagery and mature content, so all viewers under the age of 21 should change channels immediately.\"\n\n\"Global protests were held earlier today,\" the female presenter continued, \"after the latest presidential announcement in his trade wars. Millions of people around the world gathered in iconic locations to march against the decree, holding placards and chanting.\"\n\n\"In New York Central Park, however, they took a different approach to displaying their unity.\"\n\nThe female news reporter paused to take a drink from the glass on the desk.\n\nOnce again, her male counterpart took over. \"Over a million people packed into the park, surrounded by armed police and roadblocks, all ethnicities, races and adult ages represented in what has become the most publicized protest ever.\"\n\n\"At noon precisely, the entire crowd, which was centered on the shore of the Jacqueline Kenedy Onassis Resevoir, many of the surrounding police and some of the nearby city blocks, seemingly without prompting or prior organization, engaged in a record-shattering act of public sex.\"\n\nThe female presenter resumed speaking, \"Officially recognized by the Guinness World Records as the largest public orgy in human history, the event has not only caused an enormous uproar and some civil unrest, but is trending on social media under the hashtag 'FuckForFreedom'.\"\n\n\"The FBI is still on site, along with doctors and psychologists flown in from across the US. Due to police involvement, the national guard has been mobilized to fill-in for the officers who are under investigation.\"\n\nThe male presenter took over again, as photographs and tweats of the protest played across the screens behind them.\n\n\"The event is currently considered a mystery, but many have already pointed out the obvious. Social media posts during and after the event reveal that none of the participants knew what was planned, and while they participated, many had no protection available. Mass handouts of the commonly named 'morning after pill' are still in progress.\"\n\n\"Most mysteriously of all though, there seems to be an exact cut-off of half a mile from the event, leaving some unaffected people watching their co-workers on the far side of the office, as they put it, 'fucking like there was tomorrow'.\"\n\nThe female presenter resumed, \"As a result of these unusual reports, the idea that this was some kind of chemical or biological attack has been circulating, both in social media and among the participants themselves. More strangely still, there has been no expression of remorse or regret from the participants.\"\n\n\"As you can see,\" the presenter turned herself slightly towards the screen behind her, \"Many tweets read along lines like these: 'Best sex ever!', 'So glad I came today!' and 'Good thing I got his number before the FBI showed up :)' are all typical of those effected.\"\n\nWhile her counterpart again took over, she emptied the glass beside her.\n\n\"Within minutes of the event going viral on social media, many minor outbreaks of public sex sprang up across the city, although authorities are treating them as copycats and opportunists. Dozens of suspects are in custody, potentially facing public-disorder and rape charges.\"\n\n\"How this will play out and what the investigators will find are all very much guesses at this point, but what some are asking is 'Where's the next attack and how can I make sure I'm there?'.\"\n\n\"This is 24 hour news and you can expect more coverage on this topic tomorrow night, starting at 11pm.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "With new advances in genetic technology, men have become obsolete and bred out of society. You are the last young man in the world and live in seclusion until a beautiful girl discovers your existence." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Drop the ax!\" the voice from behind startled me. It had been years since I've heard another human voice... I froze. \"Dammit, I said drop it and turn slowly.\" She commanded.\n\nI tossed the ax into my little woodpile to my side and inched my way around to see who had found me. The muzzle of her gun quivered in my general direction as her arms shook. Her green eyes were wide in fear. I doubted she would even hit me if she was brave enough to pull the trigger. It would be foolish to try to find out though.\n\n\"Excuse me,\" my course voice sounded alien in my own ears. \"I mean no harm. Let me live my life out in peace here.\"\n\nThe young woman took a timid step forward, the rifle shaking harder in her pale arms. She wore a grey tank top and green, baggy army pants.\n\nI put my hands up in the air, taking a step back myself. \"Honor and Glory to the Matriarch,\" I recited the nation's motto, hoping to show the visitor I wasn't hostile.\n\n\"May She live long...\" the woman responded quietly, the muzzle of her gun lowering a few inches.\n\n\"You don't have to fear me.\" I said taking another step backwards. The door to my little cabin was just a few feet behind me. I knew my old shotgun lay against the door frame, just inside.\n\n\"You're a man,\" the woman spat out the word like it was poison on her lips.\n\n\"I am.\" I admitted, trying to stay as calm as possible. I knew full well the penalty. I wasn't ready to die yet though. I enjoyed my peaceful life in the Appalachians and wasn't about to let this stranger take it from me without a fight. \"Why don't you turn around, and forget you found me here?\"\n\n\"But I've been looking for you.\" Her scowl softened for the first time. Her rifle was now only aimed at the ground between us.\n\nStill nervous her shaking hand would result in an accidental fire, I took a broad step, closing the gap between us. In the same motion, I grabbed the barrel of the weapon, and pointed it to the side as it harmelssly discharged into the ground to my left. She let out a little shriek as I pulled the rifle from her grasp.\n\n\"You're not very good with this.\" I said turning. With the stranger disarmed, I felt no threat from her any longer. She couldn't have been more that five foot three. Messy red hair. Maybe, twenty-six years old. I think that's how old I was. I had lost track.\n\n\"Bring that back here!\" she yelled from my doorway. I had already propped her weapon against the far wall and began working in my makeshift sink.\n\n\"You're free to come in for lunch if you promise not to try to shoot me.\" I said without looking up. Focused on my dirty dishes. She stood silently at the threshold to my cabin. It was an uncomfortable quiet. She just stared me down as I did my chore. \"Listen, I don't get may visitors out here, so excuse me if my hospitality is lacking...\" I said dryly. \"But either come in or leave me the hell alone.\n\nShe chose the former. Stepping in to my little home, I'm sure it was a shock to a civilized girl like that to see how I was living. Her eyes lingered on my shotgun. But not long enough to worry me. We both knew I could disarm her just as quickly again.\n\n\"You said you were looking for me?\" I finally broke the silence as she made it clear she wasn't about to speak first.\n\n\"You really are a man.\" She said softer. I was relieved she was no longer using my gender as an accusation.\n\n\"Yes.\"\n\n\"I heard rumors a man lived out here. I've never seen one before. Only in history books.\" Her eyes widened and an inquisitive calm fell over the young woman. She took a tentative step towards me, raised a hand towards me, but thought better of it and let if fall awkwardly back to her side.\n\n\"So are we really all gone?\" I asked.\n\n\"Men aren't born anymore. And y'all aren't welcome in most cities. The whole state of Georgia has actually outlawed you,\" a sense of apology creeped into her voice. I started to feel calmer around her.\n\n\"I figured we were heading down that road. That's why I came out here.\" I offered her a seat on my lumpy mattress as I pulled up a chair. I enjoyed being my own man. Making my own way out here in the wilderness. But I had to admit, it was lonely. And now it was awful nice to have someone to talk to.\n\n\"Did all men look like you?\" Her eyes scanned up and down my chest, still bare and sweaty from chopping wood earlier.\n\n\"I get a lot of physical activity out here. I didn't look like this when I was living in town.” I confessed.\n\n\"And this hairy?\" She stroked her own smooth cheeks as her lips turned up at the corners.\n\nI laughed. \"Only if we don't shave.\"\n\nHer cheeks turned bright red. She pressed her thighs together tightly and stared at her knees. I reached out, I wanted to finally feel the touch of another person again. I wanted to brush her long hair over her ear so I could have a better look at her soft face. I resisted the urge, pulling back.\n\n\"Why did you come out here?\" I asked, trying to sound kind and not accusatory.\n\n\"I wanted to see a man, in real life, with my own eyes,\" She raised her head again, still shy, still timid, but curiosity behind her eyes.\n\n\"Well here I am!\" I bellowed comically, throwing my arms wide and grinning through my scraggly beard at her. \"Am I everything you hoped to see!?\"\n\nThe girl laughed uncomfortably. Her cheeks grew redder and her fingers fidgeted in her lap. She bit her lower lip and smiled. \"More actually...\"\n\nI began to feel something. Something I hadn't felt since I was a teenager living in society. I wanted to show off for this girl. I wanted to make her smile. I had to stifle these feelings...\n\n\"I came here with a specific question for you, if you don't mind me asking...\" she said.\n\n\"Ask away, I aim to please.\"\n\n\"Well, you know how all women are born in labs now? Carefully engineered from genes from their mother...\"\n\n\"Yeah, I thought it was fucking gross. A violation of God.\" I spoke candidly. Then thought better of my words, \"I'm sorry. If you were born that way I mean no disrespect to you.\"\n\nThe woman giggled, \"nope,\" she lifted up her shirt showing me her navel. \"See? All natural!\" I fought those feelings again. Her stomach was slender, smooth, flaring into wide hips.\n\nShe lowered her shirt, continuing, \"...well, I'm not satisfied with that life.\"\n\n\"What do you mean?\" I asked puzzled.\n\n\"In my history books it says women needed men to make children before the labs became widespread. That women would carry around that child in their belly and eventually give birth! How remarkable does that sound!\" The woman was sitting on the edge of the mattress now, elbows on her knees, leaning over, looking expectantly at me.\n\n\"Yeah, I was in a more rural town before the lab breeding became mandatory. That kind of stuff still happened a little bit. I'm guessing you're from Atlanta?\"\n\n\"Savannah,\" she answered.\" It was already illegal for men to have sex by the time I grew up. We were already in separate high schools too.\" Then a sly look came across her face, \"So if you were out here in the sticks when all these changes were goin' on in the cities, did you still have integrated schools?\"\n\nI nodded in confirmation.\n\nShe became very excited now, \"so you've fucked a girl?\"\n\n\"Uh, yeah. Julie Carpenter, senior year,\" it was an awkward question for sure, one I should have lied about since it was already illegal in the entire state by then. But memories of the only time I had the joy of being with a woman came rushing back.\n\n\"Oh, I bet it was amazing!\" She leaned forward, now resting her hands on my knees. Her breasts hung in her braless top. She licked her lips looking up and down my body, eyes finally settling on my crotch. \"Can I see it? I've never seen one in person...\"\n\n\"Umm,\" I looked around nervously, wondering if this could somehow be a trap. A sting operation to catch me in the act. But before I could stop her, the woman's fingers were working at my button and zipper. Soon my fly was down. As her hand dug in, I felt her wrap her fingers around my cock. I was hard already. She got up and sat on my knees as she pulled it out.\n\nShe slowly stroked me. Lightly moving her hand up and down my shaft. Staring at my head, leaking precum, \"So this is what you use to put a baby in me?\"\n\n\"Whoa, hold on...\" my protest was far from convincing. Fuck did this feel good!\n\n\"I don't even know how it will fit!\" she exclaimed excitedly, holding it against her slender body in awe of how far it stretched up her stomach.\n\nShe stood, undoing her own pants, and dropping them revealing a tiny black pair of panties ending in lace hugging her thighs. She threw herself back onto my mattress and with a curled finger and a wicked grin gestured for me to join her.\n\nToo turned on to say no, I climbed atop the stranger and began kissing her. Our hands wandered up and down each other. Exploring, pinching, kneading.\n\n\"I want you to put a baby in me,\" she moaned slipping her panties off. \"Put that meaty thing in me and don't you dare pull it out 'till you're done!\" she grabbed my shaft and pressed it against her pussy. It was so wet. So welcoming. I couldn't resist.\n\nEasily, I slipped inside. She moaned with each inch. I felt her body clamp down on me. Her hips bucked into me.\n\nI joined her moaning and gasping as I thrust in and out. The feelings of pleasure soon became overwhelming, and we both let fourth excited cries that escaped the cabin and echoed through the silent woods around us.\n\nWe laid there together, gasping, sweat coating our skin, for a few minutes afterwards. She turned with a wry smile to give me a kiss or two before I fell asleep.\n\nI woke to a wetness on my cock. A pulsing sensation. I opened my eyes to find her head bobbing up and down in my lap. My cock in her mouth. She looked up at me with a grin. Climbing on top. \"Again!,\" she proclaimed, \"I want to be sure!\"\n\nWe spent the whole day fucking. And the next. And the next. She cried tears of joy when her belly started growing in the next few weeks. My pride swelled. I was going to be a father." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "When magic returns, a shy, nerdy guy becomes a succubus- a rare female race that needs to be fucked to live and possesses addictive bodily fluids. It's embarassing, honestly." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "(Trigger warning: incest)\n\n“Goddammit where’s our healer?! We’re getting torn apart out here!” \n\nGunfire and explosions rattled headphones as the shield began to crack and break. The wounded huddled behind the tank of a man and the barrier he projected, his armor glistening like a beacon. But it also he wouldn’t be enough to fend off the coming onslaught. Not without support. \n\n“Fucking hell, Alex! Where are you?!” He cried into his microphone. \n\n“I’m come-come-coming!” She cried out. But she never came. Not in that sense, at least. \n\nThe screen showed in big blocky letters: DEFEAT. Alex barely registered it. A long, fat cock was buried deep inside her, unloading a torrent of thick seed that actually spilled out of her lips and dropped onto the carpet below, where it added to the already numerous stains.\n\n“Fucking Alex,” one of her teammates said over the microphone, “she never even left spawn! She left us there to die!” \n\n“Give her a break,” another said, “back when ‘she’ was a ‘he’, we were grandmasters. He’s one of the best damn supports in the game.”\n\n“Except not anymore. How did the magic affect him again?”\n\n“Went from human to infernal.”\n\n“Damn.”\n\n“Yeah, succubus too. Can’t go on for long without regular doses.”\n\n“Of what.”\n\n“What do you think?”\n\n“...”\n\n“I guess it could have been worse. All those years of calling him our ‘healslut’ turned out to be true, huh?”\n\nAlex came to her senses as her teammates lamented. Her computer chair was lying across the room on its side. She was standing up, bent at the waist with her forearms braced against her desk and keyboard. She had been button mashing this entire time instead of playing. Her new, bountiful breasts (which she was still getting used to) had pressed so hard against her keyboard that she had little square shape indents on her heat. Similarly, there were red handprints on her hips from where she was held tightly. Behind her was… somebody. A man, obviously but Alex never really kept track anymore. She needed cum to live so most people were merely food to her. \n\n“That was great,” the voice of Adam said as he slid his slowly softening cock out of her sticky slit, a torrent of thick cum following, “you’re welcome, sis.”\n\nOh, right. Alex had fucked her own big brother. \n\n“Any time, bro,” she said as she stood up straight and pulled her panties up, stopping awkwardly below her hips as her tail wavered involuntarily. She sighed as she watched her rank in the game plummet once again.\n\n“You suck at this game,” he said playfully as he flopped backwards, still bottomless, onto her bed. \n\n“Shut up, Adam,” Alex said, her voice light and effeminate, which she still wasn’t used to. \n\n“Why do you even still play?”\n\n“I dunno. It’s fun, I guess.”\n\n“Sis, you spend so much time craving my cock. This is the second time *today* that I’ve had to fill you up. Why don’t you spend some time looking for someone new so I don’t have to keep coming back here.”\n\nAlex spun around, the membranous wings that grew from her mid back flaring as she did.\n\n“Are you complaining?” She asked. Her hands, each one ending in dark black, otherworldly fingernails, pressed against her hips. Her breasts, still uncovered and bare, hung in the air despite their size, like they defied gravity. Alex the man was skinny and blonde, but Alex the succubus was curvy and raven haired. She glared at Adam with deep abysses that were her irises.\n\n“N-no,” Adam said, averting his gaze. Younger sibling or not, Alex was still a demon. \n\n“That’s what I thought,” Alex said as she climbed onto the bed. She placed her head in Adam’s naked lap. His cock, still covered in a damp mess of their shared fluids, twitched. \n\n“Gaming reminds me of who I am,” she said sadly, “or who I was.” \n\nAdam didn’t say anything. He was “lucky” in that the magic didn’t affect in any conceivable way, except that it turned his once shy and awkward brother into a curvaceous sex demon that he now regularly had sex with to save her life.\n\n“I think you should embrace it,” he said after some time, “let me introduce you to me new roommate. You two have a lot in common.” \n\nAlex wordlessly agreed. As she watched her brothers cock inflate, it began to feed into her own lust. It was like she had an aura with a feedback loop. If people around her got horny, so did she. And straight men and women alike found her irresistibly attractive. Then, probably the worst part of it all, her mates became addicted, like her pussy was a drug or something. This was just Alex’s life now. She pondered that as she took Adam’s cock in her mouth, using her unnaturally long tongue to clean it off before round three. " } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A boy/girl (18+) finds an injured fox in the woods. He/her (arguably stupidly) decides to take the fox and nurse it back to health. After recovering, the fox reveals itself to be a kitsune in disguise. She decides to “reward” the boy/girl for his/her kindness." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Haru stomped hard on the brake pedal, brining his rusty truck to a painful halt. Gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, he tried to catch is breath. He didn't think he hit it, did he? With a final sigh, he worked up the courage to step into the darkness outside and made his way around to the front of the pickup.\n\nCrumpled nearly a foot in front of his bumper lay the animal. It's long shadow stretched down the deserted road away from Haru's headlights as it disappeared into the countless pines lining the road. Black tire marks were still fresh from the car who had hit the fox and sped off.\n\n\"Poor thing...\" Haru said to himself as he bent down the pull the carcass off to the side of the road so no one else would hit the body hidden by the blind curve in the dark. To his shock, the fox stirred as he began dragging it. How, after such a bloody accident, could this creature have survived? Haru pressed his head against her chest, and with some struggle, managed to make out a weak heartbeat. The animal moaned in pain, and Haru, with too big of a heart to just leave the beast to die on the side of the road, hoisted it's limp body up and staggered to the back of the truck. After giving her some blankets to keep her warm, he jumped back in the cab and headed home.\n\n***\nHaru had given the fox a little nest by the fireplace. Any old blankets, towels, and sheets he could find he used letting the animal curl up and rest. One of her back legs looked badly hurt by the accident. Using the limited first aid knowledge he had from school, he bandaged it and wrapped it, hoping it would heal. The fox didn't like him poking and prodding at her injured body at first, but she was too weak to do anything but give Haru a little snarl. Haru ignored her toothless threat and worked quickly and carefully on her wounds. \n\nThe first day, the fox was too weak to even eat, so Haru cooked some bone broth for her to drink. Not trusting him, she didn't dare take a lick from the bowl, but upon waking the next morning, Haru found the bowl empty and the fox sleeping peacefully. She slowly began trusting him from that point. For the next two weeks, Haru continued to care for the injured animal. Everyday he washed and redressed her wounds to prevent infection. After a few days, she graduated from only being able to lap up bone broth to eating morsels of raw meat Haru had cut up for her. Still she never regained the strength to do much of anything except lay curled by the fireplace.\n\nHaru lived in his little cabin in the pine forrest because he didn't like company. He left behind too many hollow friendships and painfully unrequited lovers from his former life in Kyoto. He preferred being alone now, as an outcast.\n\n***\nHis classic pickup groaned its way up his winding drive loaded with fresh supplies from the market in the sleepy town at the base of the mountain. Haru, weighed down with all the supplies, threw the door open and dropped the bags at his feet. To his shock, the fox was gone!\n\n\"Little fox!\" He called as he had grown accustomed to calling her as he had cared for her. There was no sign of her escape. His front door was still locked when he had arrived. All his window's were closed to keep the cool autumn breezes out. \"Hey girl, where have you gone?\" He called again checking the kitchen to see if she was looking for her own snack.\n\n\"Over here,\" a calm, high voice called from his bedroom. Haru took a few inquisitive steps forward. Who was in his house? He found a peculiar woman stepping out of his room. She had wrapped one of the blankets Haru had given the fox tightly around her body. Haru could only imagine she was completely naked underneath. She was a tall and lean woman. Not an ounce of fat on her pale body, and she had strong muscles on her thighs and biceps. Wrapped around her right calf was the fresh bandaged Haru had put on the fox this morning. Her face was long and she had orange irises with dark circles around her eyes. But most strangely of all, poking through her long and messy rust colored hair (the same color as the fox's fur), were two pointy ears. It was then that Haru also noticed a long tail of the same color slowly swinging behind her.\n\n\"Who are you?\" Haru asked despite having a pretty good idea who this fox he had rescued really was.\n\n\"You call yourself Haru, yes?\" The woman said smiling slyly and taking a long step forward. She thought she had heard him say his name her first night in his place. \"You can call me Yui.\" She limped slightly as she stepped forward again, favoring her injured leg. \"Please don't be afraid of me,\" she said softly, flashing a bright smile displaying two slightly pronounced canine teeth. \"I want to thank you for your kindness.\"\n\n\"My... what...\" Haru stammered. The woman's exotic features were strikingly beautiful to him. Almost hypnotically so.\n\n\"What can I do to thank you for saving my life?\" Yui stood close enough to reach out and touch. Haru gently put his hand behind her neck and Yui nuzzled her face into Haru's neck. She kissed his neck and bit lightly on his skin as her hands began climbing up and down his body. Haru, not having been with a woman for several years since beginning his self imposed isolation, got lost in her sensation. His own hands began exploring her. He felt the towel covering her body drop to the floor. His hands ran down her back, holding her tightly against him. Instinctively, he grabbed at her ass forgetting her foxlike tail was in the way.\n\nEmbarrassed, he threw his hands up and stepped back. The woman giggled. \"It's real,\" and then lowering her voice seductively. \"Do you want me to grab something of yours?\" Yui reached out and cupped the obvious bulge in Haru's pants making him gasp in surprise. \"Come on, don't be so shy,\" She cooed.\n\nHaru was frozen, eyeing the naked woman before him. She had the body of an athlete. That should have been no surprise to him. She was an apex predator. She slinked closer to him again, as if he was her prey.\n\n\"Please Haru,\" She said dropping to her knees before him. \"Let me give you my sincerest thank you,\" her nimble fingers began undoing Haru's belt and then forcefully she yanked his pants down around his knees. \"Oh, how big,\" She narrowed her eyes studying him.\n\n\"You're really that fox?\" Haru asked incredulously as she began licking at the tip of his head. \n\n\"Sometimes I'm a fox,\" she cooed between teasing licks, each going further down his shaft. \"But when I really like you, I look like this.\" She narrowed her orange eyes further, locking them with Haru's above her, as she slowly took his entire cock into her mouth.\n\nHe kept waiting for her to stop, gag, pull back, but she kept going until her lips met his pelvis. Then he felt his body grow weak with an intense pleasure as she shut her eyes and forcefully sucked on him. Slowly she pulled back and began bobbing slowly up and down his shaft. \"Yui, this feel so good,\" Haru cried. She smiled with his cock still in her mouth, just the corners of her lips curled up as she continued on her knees before him. Haru grabbed the back of her head to show her the rhythm he wanted to work at. His hand found a spot behind her large, foxlike ears that she seemed to delight in him rubbing.\n\n\"I'm sorry,\" Yui panted, out of breath as she collapsed on the floor behind her with a weary smile. \"I guess I'm still too weak for all this exertion.\"\n\nHaru caught his own breath, holding his cock in his hand, still hard and covered in spit and precum. \"It's fine. You were amazing at that.\"\n\n\"Well you can finish all over me,\" she teased as she watched Haru gawk at her heaving breasts and abs. He imagined taking her up on that offer. “Or you can take me completely as yours,\" she invited sensually, running her fingers through her coppery pubic hair, spreading her legs wide.\n\nFeeling his own animal instincts take over, Haru ripped his shirt off, bent over the woman pressed his cock against her sex.\n\n\"I want you so badly,\" he growled in her ear.\n\n\"Then take me!\" she cried clawing at his neck to pull him in for a rough kiss. The two gasped in pleasure together as Haru slid inside her pussy. They continued sucking and biting roughly at each other's lips as Haru began more forcefully fucking Yui. He felt the soft fur of her tail as it coiled around them. It slid up his back and between his ass checks, guiding the speed she wanted him. \n\n\"Make me your's... fuck me hard... know how thankful I am for you!\" Yui cried in pleasure, encouraging Haru on. Her nails dug into his back as his thrusting forced her over her edge. Haru, likewise was pushed past his own limit by her cries and tightening pussy around his cock. He let himself release inside her.\n\nHaru eventually rolled off of her exhausted body. Yui curled up next to him, resting her cheek on his chest. The only movement in the room as the two recovered was a light, happy flicking of her tail.\n\n***\nYui spent the night, not in her little nest by the fireplace, but in bed with Haru this time. They brought each other to orgasm several more times before falling asleep, coiled in each other's embrace. Yui thought she even heard Haru mumble \"I love you,\" as she silently slipped out of his arms. She couldn't stay, no matter how much she wanted to. Her instincts called for her to return to the wild. She said goodbye with a silent kiss on his forehead.\n\nShe stepped into the morning air, still waiting for the low hanging sun to warm it. Yui tested her leg, and while still weak, had healed enough. Coppery fur began to grow all across her smooth skin. She took one step forward while looking back at the window Haru was still sleeping behind. The next step she fell to all fours, and by the time she had turned her head to the awaiting forrest, the fox was off, in search of today's breakfast.\n\nOne day, maybe, she would return to thank Haru again." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A half-asleep woman starts to masturbate without thinking. When she snaps out of it, the whole bus is watching." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Oh...” Melissa stammered as her eyes fluttered open. “Fuck...”\n\nThe seat made a muffled creaking sound as she shifted her weight in it. A dozen sets of eyes were trained on her as she did so; some from the raised level of seats at the back of the bus, to her right... some from the row of seats across from her... some from the bench next to her.\n\n“Seriously, Missy?” One person spoke up. “Couldn’t wait until you got home to do that?”\n\n“I... I-I’m sorry, I...” She stammered, her face beginning to feel uncomfortably hot behind her scarf. \n\nAbove the waist, she was bundled up in winter clothing - such was the season - but had worn a pencil skirt and stockings despite the weather. The job interview from which she was on the bus-ride home had demanded a certain type of appearance, and Melissa had imagined that her sweatpants, however toasty, would not qualify as business attire.\n\nThough professionalism had apparently flown out the window, anyway, as she sat there with her skirt rucked up to her hips, her hand plunged between her thighs...\n\n“I...” Melissa tried again, swiftly withdrawing her hand, a faint, wet sound following. She tugged at her skirt, pulling it back down over her legs as far as she could, feeling the worst embarrassment of her life.\n\nShe was in her early twenties. Her libido was through the roof. She had had a stressful day; was planning to go home, relax in a bath, and fall asleep in bed while... but instead, she had started to nod off on the bus and skipped straight to the part where she...\n\n“We didn’t say to *stop* touching yourself...” Another voice piped up.\n\nIf a blush *could* be seen against Melissa’s dark complexion, she was sure the bus was seeing it now. Melissa tried to bury her face in her scarf. She crossed her legs and tried to make herself as small as possible, hoping the bus would forget and ignore her presence...\n\nThen a hand touched hers. She glanced over, past her long, straight black hair, out of the corner of her eye, and saw a man in the seat next to her. He was handsome... very handsome... and vaguely familiar.\n\nShe was so entranced with his touch on her hand that she barely noticed when another set of fingers came up and began to tug at her scarf, and her coat. She looked straight forward and found another very handsome, very familiar man pulling open the buttons of her jacket, exposing the thin white blouse she had worn for her interview.\n\n“Wha-“ She attempted, but felt pressure on her hand as the man to her side squeezed it. As she turned to look at him, he kissed her. It was so soft, so warm, so gentle... but also so *hungry*... She melted.\n\nThe hands in front of her finally managed to tug her scarf away and set to unbuttoning her blouse. She felt a third set of hands at her thighs, pressure as fingers closed on the hem and tugged at her skirt, then the gentle scrape of the black fabric shimmying back up her thighs.\n\nMelissa broke away from the kiss with a gasp piercing her lips as she turned chocolate eyes down and to the side, seeing a third attractive, familiar man on his knees in front of her, his fingertips tickling their way down her coppery legs.\n\n“Wait...” She managed to gasp as the man at her chest undid the first few buttons of her blouse. She felt warm, naked hands on her breasts, and glanced down to see her dark, stiffened nipples pinched between expert fingers. “What’s going- Ohhh!” \n\nShe moaned as the man to her side, her hand still in his grasp, tucked her hair behind her ear and began to kiss her neck. The man below her hooked his hand underneath her knee and uncrossed her legs... She offered little resistance as he then pulled them wide apart.\n\nShe was loving this...\n\nShe still felt the eyes on her, the people watching... But they were more voyeuristic than judgmental, now... The peepers that had gathered to relish in her pang of exhibitionism...\n\n“Play for us, Missy,” The man to her side spoke, taking his lips from her neck for just a moment. “Play for us...”\n\nHe grabbed her wrist and slowly, gently led her hand between her thighs again, the man beneath her making way as Melissa felt her own fingertips at her dripping, throbbing entrance... \n\nShe moaned as she pressed into herself, feeling the warmth and the softness around her index and middle as they established a slow but forceful rhythm... Two fingers slipped in, then back out... In, then back out... In, then back out...\n\n“You love it, don’t you?” The man at her side hissed, nibbling at her earlobe. “Don’t you, *Missy*?”\n\n“*Missy*?” She questioned. That was the third time someone on this bus had called her that... *Missy* was a nickname... was what her friends and family had called her back at home...\n\nMelissa turned to look at the man next to her on the bench... His short, sandy brown hair and the way he kissed her neck reminded her of someone... *Michael*... Her first boyfriend...\n\nShe looked to the heavily bearded man who fondled her breasts, still, his fingers tugging at her nipples in a way only a few people knew she liked... *Thomas*... The man she’d first been with after moving to the city...\n\nShe looked down at the man by her legs, his caress an alien sensation to her, but his stormy gray eyes and matching business suit identifying him... *Eli*... The man she’d just interviewed for a job with...\n\n“Cum for us, Missy,” Michael urged again. “Please.” Melissa moaned as she felt her walls close around her fingers... \n\nThree of the most attractive men she’d ever seen, ever been with, ever fantasized about were on her; kissing her, touching her, making her finger herself... She picked up the pace...\n\nShe was so fucking *close*...\n\nShe woke up with a gasp, her fingernails digging into her thigh. A few of her fellow passengers looked at her with mixed confusion and concern as she jolted into an upright position. The brakes on the bus screeched as it reached a stop.\n\nMelissa took stock of her appearance. Her scarf was still wrapped around her neck, jacket and blouse still tightly buttoned, and her skirt showed no signs of having moved... \n\nShe scanned her surroundings. No sign of Michael. No sign of Thomas. No sign of Eli. She didn’t recognize any of the faces she saw in the seats around her, and none of them payed her much attention... none of them looked at her as if she had been doing anything *strange*...\n\nThe bus driver announced the cross-streets of the stop, and Melissa recognized it as her departure point. She stood, shakily, wobbly, and made her way to the front of the bus. Stepping back out into the cold, Melissa felt all at once embarrassed and relieved.\n\nShe hadn’t been masturbating on public transportation... It had all just been a dream... A very awkward and surprisingly stimulating wet dream...\n\n“I don’t know where the fuck that came from...” Melissa muttered to herself as she stuffed her hands in her coat pockets. “Well... Whatever... I’ll be thinking about it, tonight.”\n\nTrudging through the snow towards her apartment, and feeling as though she desperately needed to get laid, Missy couldn’t help but notice the dull throb on the side of her neck... like someone had just left her with a particular kind of bruise..." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "While her master is away, a horny apprentice decides to test out her new summoning magic to conjure a incubus. What she gets is a very confused succubus." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“ዘፈቀደ አስማታዊ ቃላት! Answer to my call, and fulfill your duty!”\n\n\nThe lines within the summoning circle began to glow a deep, bloody red, shifting and writhing under the hard white runes that bound them. A form began to coalesce inside the center, a black mist that rose from the stone floor and whipped into the outline of a humanoid figure as a hard wind blew around it. A few stray gusts were slipping past the lines of containment, ruffling Amelia’s long auburn hair and carrying the scent of exotic spices, fluttering the pages of an open tome that sat upon the ground. She looked down, squinting at the pages as the candles around her flickered and dimmed. She only had to speak one more phrase, and it would summon him. \n\n\nAmelia raised her arms dramatically, her dark robe billowing in the wind, and said, “ግብረ ሰዶማዊ!” With the last syllable, electricity crackled within the dark cloud, lashing out at the room and being redirected into the copper rods buried in the otherwise barren walls. She waited with bated breath, her imagination running wild. Would he be tall and lean? Big and burly? She knew that incubi were universally handsome, but they varied widely. All that the tome said was that he would be summoned naked and willing, and that thought was enough to send shivers down her spine and arousal flaring between her legs.\n\n\nFinally, the humanoid cloud converged into a definite shape; a very curvy, sexy shape. A definitely female shape. Amelia blinked, not quite willing to believe her eyes. That… was a succubus, not an incubus. And she was wearing… pajamas?\n\n\n“Er… did I get the wrong portal?” Amelia asked hesitantly.\n\n\n“Wrong portal? *Wrong portal?* I was in my fucking house! You shouldn’t have been able to summon me!” The succubus huffed and stamped her foot, crossing her arms, and Amelia noticed that she was wearing fluffy bunny slippers. Despite having been apparently snatched out of bed, she was still gorgeous. Her impossibly curvy figure was barely contained by her thin sweats and t-shirt, and she had the face of a model, albeit one with fiery-red skin and yellow cat-like eyes. A mane of black hair flowed over her shoulders and between what had to be a pair of folded wings, and her head was crowned by a pair of cute little horns.\n\n\n“Oops… sorry,” Amelia said, her heart sinking as her hopes for the night crumbled.\n\n\n“Do you mean you weren’t even trying to summon me?”\n\n\n“Er… no…”\n\n\n“Gods. Well alright then, send me back.” Amelia started flipping through the pages for the banishment command, and the succubus tapped her foot impatiently. “You kind of interrupted me in the middle of something, so…”\n\n\nAmelia flushed with irritation at being ordered around by a demon, but worked faster anyway, impatient to fix this mistake. Her master would kill her if he found out what she was doing, and if she hurried she might still have time to figure out what went wrong and try again. She found the word and recited the odd syllables, fumbling a little on the pronunciation. “መመለስ!” The lines of the circle flickered a little, and the red glow dimmed, but the succubus stayed standing there.\n\n\n“Great,” the demon sighed, pushing a hand through her silky black locks. “Lemme see.” She held out her hand for the book.\n\n\n“W-what? I can’t give this to you!” Amelia backed a few steps away from the summoning circle, clutching the tome in her arms.\n\n\n“Okay then…” The succubus laid a hand on what looked like empty air, and *pushed*, the space between them blurring like a heat mirage as she forced her way through the circle’s wards. Amelia’s jaw dropped in abject horror, her mouth forming a perfect O as the succubus stepped up to her and plucked the book from her grasp. The demon flipped through the pages, murmuring under her breath, and looked up to see Amelia still frozen.\n\n\n“Oh come on, I’m not going to kill you. That would screw up this summoning even more.”\n\n\n“T-t-that b-barrier-” Amelia managed, her eyes wide.\n\n\n“-is unbreakable, *if* you draw it correctly. You made one of the runes upside-down. You’re lucky you got me instead of whatever you actually wanted.”\n\n\nAmelia breathed out again. So she hadn’t accidentally summoned a being of impossible power and set it loose on the world. She had only summoned a being of extreme power and accidentally set it loose on herself. Much better.\n\n\nThe succubus grumbled under her breath, trailing a sharp nail down the page. “Fucking human mages. I can’t believe you’ve actually gotten *worse* over time. I don’t know how you screwed up the ritual so bad as to summon *me*, but it looks like you can’t send me back until you’ve fulfilled your end of the original bargain. Which, in this case, is some essence of lust, and a tiny-” she put her thumb and forefinger close together, “- itsy-bitsy fraction of your life energy.”\n\n\n“But- you- you can’t-” Amelia stammered.\n\n\n“Can’t what? Take your energy?” She poked Amelia in the center of her chest. “There, got it. A whole three months. Honestly, it’s barely even worth taking. Now come on, get those pants off so I can collect the lust and get out of here.” She stepped closer, and Amelia stepped back, continuing until her back hit the wall. The succubus put a hand on either side of her head, the few inches of height difference between them suddenly making her imposing.\n\n\n“Why are you running away? I can sense the desire in you,” she murmured, her voice now low and sultry. Her breath was hot and almost painfully spicy in Amelia’s lungs. She breathed hard and fast, her heart slamming against her ribs as she struggled to find words. The succubus’s yellow-slitted eyes bored into her brown ones, seeming to stare deep within her.\n\n\n“I, well, um, it was, not a succubus, that I wanted to summon. That is to say, I-” she cut off as the demon pressed a finger against her lips, shushing her into silence.\n\n\n“You wanted a man. Well, too bad. You made the mistake, and now you get to pay for it.” She leaned in, pressing her warm lips against Amelia’s in a forceful, dizzying kiss, only breaking away when Amelia was desperate to breathe. A sharp-toothed feral grin spread across her face as she added, “And I would be a poor excuse for a succubus if I couldn’t tell that you always wanted to try this. So come on, enjoy it.”\n\n\n----------------------\n\n\nI burned out before I got to the lewd part, but if anyone wants to see more I might do a continuation. All comments and criticisms are greatly appreciated." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "After a disease sees ninety five percent of men dead and only five percent of newborns as boys, describe what laws are implemented to save the human race." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Are you nervous?\" Nikki asked with a little smirk leading me down the hall. Instead of her normal set of plain blue scrubs she was dressed more like one of the hospital administrators.\n\n\"Yeah, I've gotta admit I kind of am,\" I said with an earnest smile.\n\n\"You'll do great. Just relax,\" she giggled and added pointing at my obvious bulge under the medical dressing gown, \"Having trouble keeping that guy under control?\"\n\nI politely laughed, trying to keep my mind focused. Despite having walked down the cold halls of the clinic with Nikki every day of my adult life, this journey was different than all the rest. We continued right past my normal room and headed to the big doubled doors at the end of the hall. Doors almost never used, to a room that was revered as some kind of religious sanctuary as opposed to just another medical suite.\n\nNikki pushed the swinging door open, holding it for me. This was my first time inside, and, honestly, I wasn't impressed. Just like every other deposit room in the clinic, it had white tiles along the walls and floor with harsh fluorescent lights, but I knew all the excitement lay just beyond the second set of doors.\n\nI dropped my robe, feeling the cold air against my naked skin, and hung in on a hook on the wall. Breathing deeply and stretching, I tried to calm my shaking muscles.\n\n\"So, you can use this if you needed it,” Nikki held up a little blue pill, \"but, uh, clearly you're good to go!\" She giggled sarcastically. She was nervous too it seemed. And with good reason. Her entire career rode on my performance. Not that she would ever let me know that. Nikki wasn't one to try to shoulder her burdens on others, but the news the last few days had been non stop coverage of the impending procedure. It’s surprisingly rare these days. As my doctor, she was the face of this just as much as I was.\n\n\"Ok, you remember everything we talked about right?\" she asked, starting to fidget with the stethoscope around her neck. I nodded up and down. Nikki looked up and down my naked body making sure I looked ready for the camera. \"Good,\" she continued anyway, \"Remember, don't look at the audience. That might make you lose your nerve. They're just medical people and her family. Forget about the cameras, too. Pretend like no one is watching. Just focus on her. It's supposed to feel really good...\" she kept rambling for a bit more, but honestly, with all the blood in my body rushing to my cock right now, I didn't exactly have the capacity to listen.\n\n\"...Are you paying attention?\" she asked slightly annoyed.\n\n\"Yeah, of course,\" I protested. \"Just, you know, trying to get in the zone.\"\n\n\"You're right, I'm freaking out,\" she laughed putting a hand on my naked shoulder. She squeezed slightly. She was cute this nervous. Her wry smile, dressed so nicely. I know only women were allowed to kiss each other, but briefly, I thought about what it would be like to press my lips against hers.\n\n\"Don't worry,\" I tried to comfort her resting my hand on hers and smiling, \"It's going to go great. I'll do you proud.\" She seemed to take some assuagement from that.\n\nThe second set of doors cracked open and one of the administrators peered in, \"Is the stud ready?\"\n\n\"Yes ma'am,\" Nikki suddenly stood ridged at my side. She placed a palm in the small of my back and pushed me forward through the threshold. I held my breath. The huge gallery room was warmer to make it easier to keep an erection. Bright lights shown on the chair in the center of the room. I could sense a small crowd in the bleachers of the gallery about twenty feet back, but the bright lights in my eyes made it impossible to make out any faces. \"Go get 'em hot shot,\" Nikki whispered in my ear before departing my side and disappearing into the shadows with the others. The silence from the crowd was deafening. I felt like everyone was holding their breath.\n\nSeated in the center of the room was a pretty woman. I had met her once a few weeks ago, just briefly, just enough to not make this meeting a shock. Thankfully she looked just as nervous as I felt. She had paid obscene amounts of money to be here, more than Nikki or any other woman I knew would ever make.\n\nThe woman had a simple hospital gown rolled up to her belly. Her feet were in stirrups spreading her legs wide. Aimed right at me was a trimmed little bush and a bright red pussy. I'd never seen one in person. Obviously Nikki had shown me pictures and videos to prep for today, but as I approached the patient, my gaze was transfixed on her sex. I stepped between her legs and gently stroked it with my fingers. There wasn't a need, she was already prepped by the nurses. But I wanted to savor this unique experience.\n\nI felt every eye in the room fixed on me, unblinking. Every eye watching live around the world through the cameras. I was surprised how much I didn't seem to care about all the attention. All I cared about was this glorious looking pussy before me. The woman sighed lightly as I gently rubbed my shaft up and down the outside, as Nikki had suggested, gathering some of her wetness on my cock. I don't think I'd ever remember being this hard in my life.\n\n\"Are you ready?\" I asked the woman. She grinned and simply nodded. I held my breath and slowly began pressing the head of my cock inside. As instructed, I went slowly. Each inch I felt pressure from all sides. And it was so warm. Little fireworks of pleasure exploded as I glided deeper. I froze when I was in all the way.\n\nShe reached out and gently gripped my hips, \"Go ahead and fuck me,\" she said softly with a smile. I slid half way back out before her grip tightened and she pulled me back in. Another amazing explosion of pleasure from my cock. I let out a loud grunt and did it again. And again. And again. Now faster. I was grunting with every thrust and the woman was responding with moans of her own. She had let go of my hip and I dug my fingers into her thigh. My eyes were fixed on this magnificent site. These wonderful folds of her squeezing my cock. I felt myself building faster than I had ever before. My orgasm was coming at a dizzying speed, and with a final guttural grunt I felt myself release inside of her.\n\nThe pleasure was overwhelming. I pressed my pelvis against hers, trying my hardest to get my load as deep as possible. I stood shaking between her legs as I felt shot after shot fill her. *Hold it* I had to remind myself. I felt myself start to become soft and I looked back up at the woman. \"Thank you,\" she smiled. Cheers erupted from the crowd.\n\nAs I pulled out a number of nurses rushed to the woman in the chair. One went to a bar on the side that threw the chair back so the woman was laying with her head slightly lower than her feet. Another clamped her hand on the woman's pussy, trying to keep my entire deposit inside. Some began massaging her abdomen, trying to work the sperm deeper. Her doctors began taking her pulse, blood pressure, and all sorts of readings. No one rushed to me, I just stepped back into the shadows. It made sense, she was the patient, I was just a medical tool today.\n\nNikki stepped out of the crowd wearing a huge grin and wrapped a towel around my waist before giving me a huge hug. \"You were great out there! Oh my God! That was perfect! You did so well!\" she gushed. It felt good to hear her so excited for me. All the other women in the room were circled around the patient, doting on her, and I didn't really care what they thought, but I always cared what Nikki thought of me. \"So you finally got to lose your virginity! How's it feel?\"\n\n\"Good,\" I sighed with a smile of my own, \"and tiring.\"\n\nShe laughed ushering me off to the small annex for my dressing gown, \"Well I'm sorry to say no rest for the weary. We've got to get you showed and cleaned up. All the press want to interview you.\"\n\n\"Me?\" I asked incredulously. \"On TV?\"\n\n\"Yup!\" Nikki smiled back leading me out of the gallery with her hand around my wrist. She helped me shower, dry off, and dress.\n\n\"Isn't this shirt a little fancy for a man? I mean it has buttons and everything,\" I asked as Nikki's fingers quickly worked down the center of my shirt, slipping each button through its hole.\n\n\"You are our hospital's pride and joy today,\" she explained finishing up on my shirt. \"You need to look good for the press,\" she winked, \"not that you don't always look good.\"\n\n***\n\"I'm here at St. Mary's hospital where today we got to witness the rare miracle of natural insemination. Dr. Nichole Dodson, who made this all possible, is with us. I understand you are responsible for the stud's successful performance today.\" It was an odd sensation watching myself on TV as I stood next to Nikki.\n\nNikki smiled into the camera before the newswoman had to remind her to look at her for the interview. \"Ah, yes, I mean, it really was a team effort. Here at St. Mary's we're proud to hold the record for natural inseminations since the plague.\"\n\n\"Right, but this stud was entirely under your care correct?\"\n\n\"Yes, well, I've been working with Jacob since he was eighteen. He really has been one of our best contributors to the sperm bank. He's the potential father of fifty million artificially inseminated children a year.\" True the number was staggering, but with only 8.25 million men alive in the US following the near catastrophic failure of the Y chromosome, that was the number needed to keep the population constant.\n\n\"That's incredible, and when will we know if the procedure today was a success?\"\n\n\"It'll be a few weeks, if it's not, which certainly happens sometimes, with no fault of the stud,\" Nikki glanced over at me, \"for various reasons, the woman's ovulation cycle, etc, we can just try again.\"\n\n\"We will be following this closely. Thank you for your time Dr. Dodson...\" I shut off the TV. I looked ridiculous just standing there in those fancy clothes with nothing to say. Like just something to look at. I got ready for bed glad to be going back to my regular job tomorrow: cumming in cups." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Your lover often talks in their sleep late at nigh, one unusually restless night you discover their kinks while while they talk in their sleep. You decide to use this information to surprise them." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "John had always had a problem with talking in his sleep. It wasn't something that bothered me, not the least because I was a heavy sleeper and because he generally shut up if I nudged him hard enough in the ribs, but tonight was different. We had recently moved across two states in pursuit of new jobs - John was in publishing, I was an accounts manager at a bank - and between the stress of moving, the new job weighing down on me and the crushing burden of never getting to see my friends anymore, I couldn't sleep. Which, of course, only made John's sleep talking all the more aggravating.\n\nI'd been lying on my back for the better part of an hour, trying to will myself to sleep despite the ceaseless miasma of gloomy thoughts churning through my mind, when John began to stir and mumble for the third time tonight. So far, he had been sleepily complaining about the price of hoagies at some stadium event, and haltingly declaring his love for ornithology - despite his chronic inability to identify even a common pigeon correctly - but this time, there was something different about the way he was talking. It was still the same semi-coherent warbling as always, but the tone of his voice made my ears perk up, and my attention slid immediately onto him and his oddly whimpering words.\n\n\"Nno, babe, don't...\"\n\nHis brow was creased, and I shifted onto my side to watch his face in the dim light of the streetlamps outside. John groaned and shifted slightly beneath the sheets.\n\n\"Please... jus' a little more.. mmnh.. so good..\"\n\nI had never heard him speak like this before, but it was clear to me that he was having some kind of lewd and lurid dream. Glancing down, I saw a significant bulge in the sheet covering him, and I couldn't resist a smirk. So, my husband was having a dirty dream, huh?\n\nCarefully, so as to not accidentally wake him, I reached down and pulled aside the covers to expose John's hard cock splayed across his stomach. A tiny bead of precum had already leaked onto his skin, and I made sure not to move a muscle as I gingerly shifted my hand down to wrap my fingers around him. This elicited a soft whimper, but he did not stir. Instead, his words picked up again.\n\n\"Nngh.. yesss.. th's good... thank you, Mistr'ss...\"\n\n*'Mistress'*? John had never called me anything of the sort, but it was evident that whatever he was dreaming, it was something that had his cock harder than I'd ever seen it. Admittedly, we hadn't had a lot of sex since the move, since the stress and the exertion had killed my libido, but something about feeling him thrum between my fingers was incredibly sexy-- and more than a little empowering.\n\nBut there was still the question of what to do next. For the moment, John was simply groaning slightly in his sleep, while his cock hammered its pulse-beat into the palm of my hand. I could wake him, take advantage of this impromptu erection and break our mutual dry spell... but something made me hesitate. Whatever he was dreaming about, it wasn't his wife riding him. And I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't curious about what had gotten him so riled up as to be moaning in his sleep about it. So rather than wake him, I leaned in, hand still clutching his length, and whispered softly into his ear:\n\n\"You like it when your Mistress touches you like this?\"\n\nJohn nodded, a faintly agonized frown on his otherwise sleeping face. \"Yuss,\" he groaned, and his cock throbbed in my hand. \"Please...\"\n\nMy smile widened slightly, and I let my fingers slide down gently across his manhood to elicit another moan from him. Evidently, my husband was concealing a submissive side.\n\n\"You like it when she strokes your cock, baby?\"\n\nAnother groan, and a breathless \"Yes\" that hissed between his lips. His body was starting to react to my touch, but unbelievably, he was still fast asleep. So lost in his dream that not even my whispering voice could wake him. If anything, it seemed to spur him on.\n\n\"What else do you like, sweet thing?\" I felt like I was groping in the dark, curious to explore this unseen depth of my husband's sexuality but worried that I might break the spell at any moment. Fortunately, it was as if my hold on him was keeping him suspended in his blissful dreams, and when he next spoke, my eyebrows rose by several surprised degrees.\n\n\"Nnh.. ropes..\"\n\n\"Ropes?\" I couldn't suppress a little bit of shock in my voice. \"You want your mistress to tie you up?\"\n\nThis time he only nodded, but I could feel his cock tremble with excitement at the sound of my words as he whimper-moaned wordlessly into the night. It was hard for me to contain myself, but with my fingers stroking slowly and delicately back up along his cock, I tried to lean into the role of the mysterious domme of his dreams.\n\n\"You dirty boy.\" I felt awkward saying it, but the way he groaned in response was oddly satisfying. \"I'm gonna tie you up and tease you until you're begging to cum. Is that what you want?\"\n\n\"Yes, Miss..!\" John squirmed slightly and gasped as goosebumps of pleasure spread over his arms and legs. \"Wanna worship..\"\n\nAnd suddenly I felt his cock throb harder between my fingers, and I pulled my head up to watch his orgasm erupting all over his stomach and chest, a spray of white that glistened in the faint light from outside. I looked on in astonishment, keenly aware that I had barely even touched him, merely coaxed him with my words. Apparently, this was more than just an idle wet dream. And by the time his climax petered out, he gave a great sigh of relief and began to snore softly, while I extracted my fingers from around his length and just stared at his cum-stained body. All of a sudden, I had something entirely different to think about, and more than a small amount of need burning between my thighs. Gradually, a plan began to percolate in my mind, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep, lulled by the thoughts of my husband's whimpering moans of supplication.\n\n \n\n \n\nIt was three days later, on a Friday night, when I set my plan into motion. John had been working overtime most of the week to push out another draft, and I had spent that time stocking up on what I needed, taking care to research and consult a few of my more open-minded friends before committing to anything. Now, a few hours after a lovely dinner, we were sitting opposite each other in the living room, sipping wine and sharing work anecdotes, which mostly consisted of ragging on people for not doing their job correctly. John was on his third glass of wine, I was on my second; I didn't want to overdo it tonight, especially not when I wanted a clear head to pull off what needed doing. By the time John was draining the last of this drink, he had just finished up another story, and a quiet lull fell between us.\n\n\"Hey, babe?\" I glanced over at him with a coy smirk. \"How are you feeling?\"\n\nJohn smiled at me. \"Pretty good! Why d'you ask?\"\n\n\"Well..\" I put down my glass and got up. \"C'mere. There's something I want to show you in the bedroom.\"\n\nHis face lit up. \"Bedroom, huh? Okay, color me intrigued!\"\n\nI lead the way into the bedroom and gently shut the door behind him. Then, taking a deep breath to steady myself, I turned to face him, grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a hard kiss. When it broke, I could see the confusion in John's eyes, but it was also tinged with something that I took to be pleasant surprise. I'd never really acted like this before, never been the one to use my strength, but now I let my hands slide up to his cheeks and held his gaze with a stern look on my face.\n\n\"Take off your clothes, baby. And then turn around.\"\n\nIf he was hesitant, he didn't show it; instead, John immediately turned away and began to unbutton his shirt, and when I was satisfied that he wasn't looking, I walked over to the dresser and carefully slid open the bottom drawer. Normally, we only kept junk in there; paper for the printer, a few loose screws and odds and ends from John's handyman projects, but tonight, there was a package stashed there, one which I tore open to reveal my recently purchased treasures. Candles, massage oil, a cock ring-- and several long handfuls of silk rope.\n\nLooking over my shoulder, I could see John slipping out of his underwear, and I briefly admired his youthful physique, the broad shoulders and the firm ass, which was a gift now that he was pushing 40. He idly kicked away his clothes into the corner, while I rose with the rope in my hands.\n\n\"Put your hands behind your back, baby,\" I commanded, and this time I noticed a definite moment of hesitation before he obeyed. Was he nervous, I wondered? Worried that I might have found some hidden stash of porn on his computer, learned his secrets? Well, whatever the case, it hardly mattered as I walked up, pre-bound loop in hand, and slid the soft rope around his wrists. One tug, and his hands were trapped, and then I set to securing the knot to keep him from wriggling out of it, while he began to stammer awkwardly.\n\n\"Wh-what are you doing, babe? I'm not--\"\n\n\"Shush.\" My voice was soft, but it cut through his words like a parting knife. \"Tonight, you don't speak unless I say so, understood? And until these binds come off, you will call me Mistress. Is that clear?\"\n\nI tugged the rope in place and stepped back to await his reply. Eventually it came, trembling and breathless.\n\n\"Yes, Mistress.”\n" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You’re standing at the back of the long Starbucks queue when you spot something on the floor. It’s some sort of remote and when you accidentally press one of the buttons a cute girl a few spots ahead of you in line gasps and squirms." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "*I'm also a guy, and like u/StalinAfterDark, don't know much about vibrators and stuff besides what I've seen in porn, but I did my best*\n\nThe person ahead of me shuffled forwards a step, so I did the same. It was a kind of dance I performed all the time. Standing in line in the Starbucks on the ground floor of my company building, making tiny shuffling movements as the packed line moved forwards, painstakingly slow. I was a little tired of it.\n\nI was a little tired of all of it. Waking up at 7:30 in the morning every weekday, forcing myself into a boring suit, riding the subway to a desk job I didn't even like. I didn't even like the \"friendly atmosphere\" or the mandatory \"team bonding meetings\" I was forced to attend every week. But I acted like I did. I groomed and maintained my appearance, forced a smile on my face, bought expensive suits, and acted like everyone else in the company. \n\nIn reality, spending some time with myself during my break and drinking a nice coffee was usually the highlight of my day. Starbucks was far from the best coffee place in town, but I would have looked a little out of place in the other nearby coffee shops, with Halsey playing in the speakers, and chairs covered in \"vegan leather.\" All kinds of people went to Starbucks. There was a slight air of desperation there, and nobody cared who you were, or who you looked like, so it was the best option for me. Still, it was almost full of people, so I wasn't ever really as alone as I would've liked to be. \n\nI shuffled forwards another half step. The person ahead of me happened to be looking behind him as I glanced at him, and our eyes met. I gave him an awkward smile and immediately looked down at the ground.\n\nI frowned. There was some kind of strange device next to my foot. It had three buttons, two triangular ones, and one oval shaped one in the middle. It was a shade of light pink, with the buttons a darker pink color. The whole thing could fit in the palm of my hand.\n\nThere was a tap on my shoulder. I looked up, and realized that the person behind me wanted to move forwards. I had been so distracted by the thing by my foot, that I hadn't even realized that the guy ahead of me had taken another step. \n\nWondering if it was really that important that I move forward a couple of inches, I shuffled closer to the counter.\n\nWithout warning, a young woman a little ways down the line gasped. Some people around her glanced up, but everyone was too bored or too in a hurry to care. The woman was wearing a sporty zip up hoodie and some skinny jeans. She turned to the side slightly and started urgently searching through her purse, and I caught a glimpse of her face.\n\nShe was really, really cute.\n\nHer dark straight hair was pulled back into a ponytail, but a few loose strands hung around what I could see of her face as she looked down, her hand searching through her purse. Her lips had a nice shape to them. She had a really cute nose, and her mesmerizing eyes were topped with dark, expressive eyebrows. \n\nI stood for a few moments, my brain at a standstill. Then, I suddenly realized that something felt wrong by my right foot. I looked down, and realized that I was stepping on the pink remote I had spotted earlier. I removed my foot and knelt down to pick it up. \n\nThere was a little red light near the buttons that I hadn't noticed before. I swore that it wasn't on before. Straightening up, I examined the remote closely, before experimentally pressing one of the buttons, the little triangle above the oval button.\n\nI spotted movement out of the corner of my eye, and looked up. The cute woman ahead of me had crouched slightly, her knees touching. Her side was facing me, and she was staring straight ahead, at the wall of the shop, her eyes wide. I examined her more closely. Although she was acting a little weird, she really was incredibly cute. Her gaze had this kind of intensity to it that, I'll admit, made me a little nervous, and she was a little on the shorter side. I have a weak spot for shorter women. \n\nAfter standing completely still for a few moments, the woman frantically resumed searching through her purse. I absentmindedly rubbed my finger over the button on the remote, wondering what she was searching for. Then, I rubbed it a little too hard, and I saw the woman visibly squirm ahead of me.\n\nI looked away from the woman and at the remote in my hand, and my eyebrows rose. An realization of what was happening started to dawn in my mind, a very exciting realization. I looked up from the remote, at the woman, and then back at the remote again.\n\n\"Oh my fucking god,\" I whispered to myself. \"No way.\"\n\nI quickly hid it behind my back. My thumb found the other triangular button, and I pressed it a couple of times, watching as the woman straightened up, the desperate look in her eyes relaxing a little. She searched through her purse for a few more seconds, and then seemed to give up with an angry little \"huff.\" She let her purse hang from her shoulder, and frowned. Her hand patted at the empty pockets of her zip up hoodie, and then she started looking around the Starbucks.\n\nMy thumb moved back to the arrow above the oval button. I watched as her body jolted, her knees bending again. She quickly started looking at the floor around her. A small gasp escaped her lips as I pressed the button again. Her eyes traveled across the floor, landing on my dress shoes, and then traveled up my body until they reached my face. \n\nThat's when I realized I was staring at her. \n\nI automatically looked away, examining a chair to my right, realizing a second too late that I was only making it worse. Then I wondered why I even cared if I was looking at her. In a way, I was playing with her pussy. I felt a stiffening in my crotch as I started to get a little excited. I was just beginning to come to terms with what was happening. My heart beat against my rib cage as I looked back over to her.\n\nThe dark haired woman was staring at the menu above the cashier. She had managed to straighten up slightly, but her knees were still touching as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. Her ponytail danced behind her head as she started glancing at people around her, and then her dark eyes connected with mine again. This time, I did not look away.\n\nI just stared at her, keeping my face as expressionless as I could. She looked back at me for a second, and then she looked away, her dark eyebrows moving together. The line shuffled forwards, and we both moved up a few more inches before she glanced back at me.\n\nI stared into those beautiful eyes. They looked back at me, a little confused, a little worried. Then, my heart jumping with excitement, I watched as understanding crashed over her like a tidal wave.\n\nHer mouth dropped open. Her eyebrows shot upwards, and her eyes grew comically wide. I watched her lips form the word \"NO.\"\n\nI let the ghost of a smile appear on my face, and cocked my head slightly, before pressing the upwards arrow on the remote again.\n\nShe whipped her head around, her ponytail swishing through the air, and faced the front. Her hand moved to her shoulder, and she awkwardly adjusted the strap of her purse, her hips moving slightly as she uncomfortably moved her feet around. \n\nShe carefully looked over her shoulder, her eyes connecting with mine again.\n\n\"No!\" she mouthed. \"No. No. No. NO. Give it back!\"\n\nI shook my head. My eyes narrowed as I watched a blush grow on her cheeks. My cock grew in my pants as arousal flooded through me. \n\n\"Give it back!\" she mouthed at me again. \n\nI shook my head.\n\nShe made a face at me, baring her teeth.\n\nI shook my head.\n\nShe whipped her head around again looking towards the front. The person ahead of her walked up to the counter and started placing their order, and we all shuffled forwards again. Her head slowly turned, her glossy hair shining in the lights of the shop, and looked back at me again.\n\nShe was giving me the most pleading look I had ever seen. I had never witnessed puppy dog eyes like this. She was blushing furiously, and her teeth were clamped down on her bottom lip. She held her purse in front of her, squirming slightly as her dark eyes stared into mine, begging.\n\nSo, naturally, my cock swelled to its full hardness in my pants. \n" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You discover your significant other gets intense pleasure from .... puns." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Like… ‘how many tickles does it take to make a squid laugh?’”\n\n\n“How many?” her girlfriend asked, slightly nervously.\n\n\n“Ten-tickles, but-” she paused, staring as Heather flushed and bit her lip, squirming against the couch. “Fuck, you aren't joking, are you? That's the face you make when I rub your clit.” She rubbed her cheek, her expression incredulous. “How- I mean, why- like, *what?*”\n\n\n“I know…” Heather mumbled, not meeting her eyes. “I don’t get it either…”\n\n\n“Is it any kind of play on words?”\n\n\n“Yeah… the stupider, the, um, better.”\n\n\n“Huh.” Alyssa pushed a hand through her long hair, the corners of her mouth curving up a little. “How am I supposed to make dad jokes for you? I'm biologically unqualified.”\n\n\nHeather let out a breath, a smile breaking through her nervousness. “You- you aren’t weirded out?”\n\n\n“Oh, yeah, I'm weirded out plenty. But if this is how your brain is wired, then-” She shrugged. “I may as well do what makes you happy.”\n\n\n“Oh, Ally.” Heather leaned into a hug, wrapping her arms tightly around her girlfriend. Alyssa returned the embrace for a while before pulling back, intense curiosity replacing the surprise.\n\n\n“So, like, how does it work? Do you go on those dumb pun websites and just soak your panties?”\n\n\n“No… reading them to myself doesn't do much, and the same ones kind of lose the effect after a while.” She paused, blushing a little. “But, um, sometimes I watch comedians who do a lot of puns…” She trailed off, the pink in her cheeks deepening.\n\n\n“...and you get off to them,” Alyssa finished for her embarrassed girlfriend, splitting into a disbelieving grin. “How have I not found out about this sooner?”\n\n\n“You don’t make many puns, and I try not to advertise it… It’s really stupid…” Heather looked away, and Alyssa gently cupped her jaw, guiding her head back. She leaned in for a sweet kiss, and when she pulled back she stayed close to Heather’s face, staring into her eyes.\n\n\n“It is a little silly, but you’re my girlfriend, and you’re not stupid.” She rubbed a thumb over her cheek. “Okay?”\n\n\n“Okay,” Heather murmured. Alyssa always stubbornly fought against her being negative with herself. Even if she didn’t totally believe her girlfriend’s words, she appreciated the affection behind them.\n\n\n“Good.” Alyssa gave her another gentle kiss and pulled away with a smile. “Now I want to try this out, how about you?”\n\n\nHeather’s heart beat faster. “Sure.”\n\n\nAlyssa snuggled up to her on the couch, meeting her lips in a much more passionate kiss, slipping into another, and another, until they broke apart panting. Alyssa shifted position, lifting herself over Heather’s lap to straddle her legs and leaning in to trail kisses up the curve of her neck. Heather shivered as Alyssa’s lips brushed over the sensitive skin, sending tingly, almost ticklish sensations running through her body.\n\n\nAlyssa kissed all the way up to her ear, and planted a peck on the lobe before murmuring, “What’s a pirate’s favorite pattern?”\n\n\nHeather tensed a little, a shiver of anticipation running through her. “I... I don't know.”\n\n\n“Arrrgyle,” Alyssa whispered, and Heather moaned, writhing under her. Alyssa managed to hold it together for about five seconds before cracking up, hiding her face in the crook of her girlfriend’s shoulder as she giggled uncontrollably.\n\n\n“Ally…” Heather mumbled, red-faced and breathing harder.\n\n\nAlyssa wiped at her eyes as she made an effort to compose herself, lifting her head up to meet her girlfriend’s embarrassed gaze. “I- I’m sorry, it's just- pfft-” She broke down into helpless laughter again even as she rubbed Heather’s shoulders, trying to comfort her.\n\n\nEventually, she got it out of her system, shifting to sit upright and cup her girlfriend’s heated cheeks, staring apologetically into her eyes, still smiling a little. “Sorry. For real. Puns being successful dirty talk is funny as shit to me, but I didn't mean to make you feel bad.” She leaned in, briefly bringing their lips together and scattering gentle kisses over her face.\n\n\nHeather couldn't help but smile, enjoying the sweet touches that chased away her blush, her arms slipping around her girlfriend’s back to hold her close. “It’s okay.”\n\n\nAlyssa planted a kiss right on the tip of Heather’s nose, making her let out a soft giggle, and pulled back smiling. “Let me try again. I think I’ve got the hang of it now.” She leaned in to the other side of Heather’s neck, nipping and sucking at the skin as her girlfriend squirmed under her and made wonderful little breathy noises. She brought her lips up to Heather’s ear, hot breath tickling the skin as she murmured, “You know, you can’t trust atoms… they make up everything.”\n\n\nHeather inhaled somewhat sharply, but her reaction was much more subdued than before. “Sorry… I’ve heard that one recently.”\n\n\n“Oh. Well, it’s not your fault. How about…” Alyssa pressed more kisses against the side of her head, one of her hands slipping up Heather’s top to play with her chest as she thought. “Having sex in an elevator is wrong on so many levels.”\n\n\n“F-Fuck, Ally…” Heather groaned, grinding her hips up into her girlfriend, her back arching off the couch a little. Alyssa couldn’t keep a straight face and hid her smile against Heather’s shoulder, trying not to embarrass her girlfriend as she indulged her strange kink. “Can… can you touch me?”\n\n\nAlyssa slipped the hand against Heather’s chest downwards, trailing over the smooth skin and pushing under the waist of her jeans, moving her lips to gently nibble at the sensitive skin of her neck. She was shocked to find her girlfriend soaking wet, and Heather sucked in a breath as her folds were touched. “Shit, you really are getting off on this... I knew you were enjoying it, but not this much.” She teased her fingers over her swollen sex, pushing forward just a little, but her hand was restricted under the fabric. “Could you unbutton your pants?”\n\n\n“Yeah…” Heather fumbled to unfasten her jeans, breathing fast, her heart pounding in her chest.\n\n\n“Thanks.” Alyssa kissed her neck, beginning to rub over the hood of Heather’s clit, coaxing the already-stiffened bud from its confinement. She began a gentle rhythm as Heather moaned under her, making slow, regular strokes in the way she knew her girlfriend liked it. Despite her cool appearance, Alyssa was desperately trying to think of more puns, worrying that she had already run dry. *I’m going to have to go to one of those ‘dumb pun websites’ if this is going to be a regular thing… Shit, what can I use?*\n\n\nThey were quiet for a little while as she searched her memory, the only noises soft groans and gasps as Alyssa continued to work her fingers in the practiced pattern. Heather grew tense under her as the hot pressure mounted in her abdomen with each stroke, each rub, each little kiss that sent tingles down her spine. The wordplay had been intense foreplay, and she was already close by the time Alyssa remembered another one. She leaned in, hot breath tickling Heather’s ear as she whispered.\n\n\n“Six thirty is the best time on a clock… hands down.”\n\n\nHeather moaned, her body going rigid as her girlfriend’s fingers sent her over the edge. Her hands clutched fistfuls of Alyssa’s shirt, hips bucking into the touch, shuddering, gasping breaths escaping her as she came.\n\n\nAlyssa gently rubbed over her folds a few times, soothing the oversensitive skin as aftershocks made her twitch. Heather gradually came down from climax, sitting snuggled up against Alyssa’s chest while her heart calmed. She pressed a kiss into her girlfriend's shoulder, enjoying the warm, relaxed feeling inside her. “Thanks.”\n\n\n“Mm.” Alyssa rubbed a hand over Heather’s hair, smiling because she was able to please her girlfriend and at the absurdity of it all. “Puns might not turn me on, but you certainly do. Want to take this into the bedroom?”\n\n\n“Lead the way,” Heather murmured, a grin spreading over her face.\n\n\n-----\n\n\nThe prompt was hilarious and I just had to do something for it. This was written mostly on my phone, so hopefully it turned out alright. All comments and criticisms are appreciated.\n\n\nEdit: I'm honestly mad right now because I just realized I missed a perfect joke. This might get a part two just to fix that." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[TT] A female knight takes a cursed sword from a cave that turns her into a man and curses her with eternal lust. Now the only way to turn back is rather unpleasant..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"A beard does not become you Lyric.\"\n\n\"Myr please can you read the writing on the sword or not. \"\n\nLyrics voice was gruff a huge leap from the deceptively soft voice she was born with. She went to push her hair back but groaned at not finding her long blonde hair. \n\n\"Make it quick Myr.\"\n\nShe had found the sword in a cave. The Queen granted her ownership of it as a reward and the next day Lyric woke up as a man...and horny as fuck. She had struggled with it for three days, bedding more partners, both male and female then she ever had before in the processing, while waiting for her close friend to return to town.\n\n\"I don't think being a man would be all that bad Lyric.\"\n\nMyr quipped as she studied the markings on the sword. \n\n\"You aren't the one who's been resisting the urge to court every damn person. This stupid curse must include eternal lust...its so frustrating. \"\n\nMyr nodded, rummaging through some old books until she found what she was looking for.\n\n\"God, this language has been out of use for centuries...\"\n\n\"So you can read it?\"\n\n\"Were you always this pushy?\"\n\n\"Yes now read it you annoying mage.\"\n\n\"I'm gonna let that slide...let's see...\"\n\nShe scanned the sword and the paper slowly deciphering it. \n\n\"It says the person who finds this sword shall be turned to the other and curse with eternal lust until they are made to orgasm by their one true love.\"\n\nLyric groaned and balled her fist. \n\n\"If my dad had just stayed in the modern part of this world none of this would be happening...\"\n\n\"Yeah but then you wouldn't know me!\"\n\nShe sighed.\n\n\"You are quite calming sometimes...so what I just have to travel the world trying to get laid as much as possible and hope I find my one true love?\"\n\n\"Well no it says that you will be overtaken by a great urge when you both hold the sword.\"\n\n\"Oh what an icebreaker, here hold my sw-...\"\n\nShe reached out to take it from Myrs hand. They both felt it. They stared at each other and Lyric slowly backed away, the sword clanging to the ground. \n\n\"Lyric...\"\n\n\"I know...\"\n\nThey both just stared at each other until the other made a move. In silent agreement they moved to Myrs bedroom...\n\nAfter a night of passionate fucking and bring her mage friend to three orgasms they two feel asleep in the others arms. A train whistle from the other side of town and the sunshine woke Lyric. \n\nHer long blonde hair fell it a mess on her face. She looked down at Myr, who's head rested just inches away from Lyrics perky tits, and smiled. She could feel the cum stuck to her thigh.\n\n\"It worked...I love you Myr.\"\n\nShe whispered before kissing her sleeping friend softly on the forehead. " } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You are a character in an adult fan fiction that just doesn't want to be part of it. Whenever something explicit is about to happen with any person (including same gender), you just make an excuse or do something that can stop the adult scene." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"I'm Christian Grey,\" said the guy in the nice suit. \"And this is my wife, Anastasia.\"\n\nOh goddamn it, I thought. Of all the established universes in the whole... universe...I get stuck in this one. \n\nHe had removed his jacket and deliberately rolled up his shirt sleeves. Typically this would be a very sexy move. But this guy, he isn't doing it for me. And while she is kinda pretty, she wasn't really doing it for me either. \n\nAnastasia bit her lip as Christian started braiding her hair. The lip bite and the unwarranted look of ecstacy on her face made a giggle start to rise in my throat, which I suppressed. When I saw him move to the zipper of her expensive red cocktail dress, the giggle became a cough as I croaked out, \"Wait! Oh hell no. No, no , no.\"\n\nThey looked at me, bewildered. \"She must be dressed only in a bra and panties and thigh high stockings and shoes that she will obviously and noticably remove,\" Christan explained. \"That is how I, her DOMINANT,\" he said the word with a weird emphasise and a look in his eye like he was revealing my that he is a wizard or something, \"command that she enter the Red Room.\"\n\n\"Nobody is going in the Red Room.\" Again, they looked confused. \"Don't get me wrong, that room is cool as shit. I would love to have one in my own place. But I'm not going to watch you two in there.\" \n\n\"But that is why we are here. You desire to take part in our universe. Those who come here want to watch and be tantalized by my BDSM skills. I am a DOMINANT. I know no other way to find sexual satisfaction.\"\n\nThe giggling returned and this time I just let it flow out of me. They waited patiently for me to regain my composure. At some point Christian had now removed his shirt and socks. When did that happen? Anastasia continued to bite her lip. \n\n\"Mrs. Grey,\" he said to her in a faux growl, \"kneel for our guest so she can see how much you love the BDSM lifestyle I have forced you to be a part of.\" And she did. I noticed that she took great care to make sure she was in the proper position. Hands on her thighs. Head up, but eyes downcast. Knees spread. From a little farther away it might have looked sexy. Up close, however, I could see her eyes. \n\nI know what it's like to kneel for someone. And I know that when I am, my eyes are not lifeless. I'm pretty sure she is making a grocery list in her head or something right now. Sure, she's kneeling and is dressed all sexy, but she doesn't want this. I rolled my eyes. \n\nHe commanded her to start crawling toward the Red Room. Oh, for fuck's sake. \n\n\"No! Damn it. Get back here,\" I called after them. They didn't listen and he playfully (it at least what I think was supposed to look playful) spanked her ass urging her to crawl faster. I got up and started walking after them. \n\n\"Guys. Seriously. You don't have to do this. I'll just wait around until my hour is up. Then I'll disappear. Perhaps the next visitor will be interested in your um... BDSMy-flavored activities.\" \n\nI stood outside the Red Room. Christian was securing Anastasia to the padded cross thing. As he secured the cuffs around her arms, she looked frightened. And a little confused. He stood in front of her, hands dominantly on his hips. \n\n\"What is your safeword?\" There was the faux growl again. \n\n\"Purple,\" she said with a laugh. \n\nHis face morphed into a Super Serious Dom look and he said, \"What. Is. Your. Safeword.\" \n\nShe looked up at him, \"Red, Sir\". He made a tiny nod off approval before flourishing a red blindfold. Where had that come from? He secured it around her head, pulling it this way and that, making sure she couldn't see. \n\n\"Guys. Really. Mr. Grey, this is unnecessary.\" He had gone over to the cabinets along the far wall and pulled a Hitachi like vibrator from one of the drawers. \n\n\"I'm going to show you what it's like to be frustrated, Anastasia. Because you don't listen to me. You are disobedient. I am your husband. Your DOMINANT. You cannot hang out with friends or drive cars of your choosing. You can't ditch the security guy I pay to follow you around. I am going to punish you for disobeying me.\" \n\nHe had begun pressing the Hitachi to her pussy. She was moaning and writhing about before it even touched her. She pulled on the restraints. He glared intently at her and then pulled the vibrator away. \n\n\"How do you like it? You want to cum. But I won't let you. This is just like when you won't follow my orders.\" \n\nHe pressed the vibrator against her again. Writhe writhe moan moan. He took it away. She gasped. And then I saw tears coming from underneath the blindfold. \n\n\"Red! RED RED RED RED RED!\" I shouted. \"I can't watch another second of this.\"\n\nThey had frozen when I shouted the safeword. At least they did that right. \n\n\"Get her out of those restraints,\" I commanded. \"Both of you go sit on that fancy red couch.\" I used my Domme voice. Pulling a little switcheroo on the DOMINANT Christian Grey and his wife. \n\n\"This is fucking bullshit. You,\" I pointed to Anastasia, \"Stop this shit. You don't want this. You aren't into kink at all are you?\" She shook her head. \n\n\"But Christian is a DOMINANT and he can't change and this is the only way to connect to him. If I don't do this he is going to go back to Mrs. Robinson or the crazy girl who tried to kill us.\" \n\n\"She is right. I am a DOMINANT and I know no other ways. She must do everything I say. It is in the contract.\" Christian looked at me with haughty confidence. \n\n\"You're not a Dom,\" I said. \"You are an asshole. An abusive and controlling asshole.\" \n\nAnastasia put a hand to her chest and gasped. Christian stood up, hands on his hips again. \"Sit down,\" I said. And he did. \n\n\"You are not a Dom. This is not a BDSM relationship. You are naive and you are are a dick,\" I said to Mrs. and Mr. Grey respectively. \n\n\"Your universe is not some sexy BDSM lite romance. You are poorly written Twilight fanfiction. Being a Dom is not a disease. You are not cursed like a vampire. A Dom isn't someone who is dangerous and needs to be handled with kid gloves. That's an abuser.\n\nSo stop this right now. Stop watching her sleep and tracking all of her movements. And take a moment to realize that your wife doesn't want all this Red Room shit. Find someone who legitimately gets off being humiliated. Find someone who is a masochist. This one,\" I pointed at Anastasia, \"could barely handle three spanks. She doesn't get off from the pain.\" \n\nI turned to Anastasia now, \"And you get the fuck out of this relationship. You literally hate everything he does. Divorce him. Take whatever money you get per the prenuptial agreement I'm sure you signed, and find someone who isn't abusive and controlling.\" \n\nJust then I heard the beep beep beep of the alarm. Good. My time was up. Christian and Anastasia, still sitting in the couch in the Red Room, with shocked looks on their faces, began to fade from my view. \n\n\"How was it?\" asked the librarian. \"What universe did you get?\" She asked with a little smirk. \n\n\"Oh my God. You did that on purpose, didn't you? You said that it was random. That I couldn't choose the book. But I totally could have, couldn't I?\" \n\nSasha, the librarian, threw her head back and laughed. Through my haze of irritation I noticed just how pretty and soft her red hair looked. And how the laughter colored her cheeks. Flushing, pink on her cheeks and chest, just like when she close to orgasm. \n\nI shook my head. Mumbled \"bitch\" under my breath. And then walked towards her. She was still laughing when I leaned in, pausing to smell her hair, and then purred into her ear, \"Show me how it's really done, Miss.\" \n\nThe laughter trailed off as I sank to my knees before her. Erect, hands on my thighs, knees spread, head up, but eyes down, I waited while my Domme locked the door. \n\n" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You are dropped naked into a featureless white room with another person in it. An alien voice booms over an intercom, explaining “Human trials, experiment #249!”" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Human trials, experiment number two-hundred forty-nine!” the intercom barked.\n\n\nThe hatch below me suddenly opened, sending me plunging into a featureless white room. Almost as suddenly, my sense of direction shifted ninety degrees, sending me plunging a *different* direction. Before I could react, I slammed into something warm and soft and bounced away in the low gravity.\n\n\n“Oww!” said a female voice. It wasn’t mine, and I twisted wildly, trying to find the source as my sense of up and down seemed to *curve*. The source found me instead, our bodies colliding again and the rebound sending us both tumbling away. This time, I was able to see her: red hair, green eyes, a smattering of freckles over her alabaster skin. And completely naked, like me, showing off her nice hips and busty chest that bounced most distractingly as she struggled in midair.\n\n\nNow that I could watch what was happening, I was sort of able to understand it. We were attracted to each other- *har har*, but in this case literally. The only source of gravity in the room seemed to be our bodies, and even now that our initial momentum had diminished we were still scheduled for another impact.\n\n\n“Hold out your arms!” I called out, doing it myself. She managed to look in my direction and saw the distance closing. She hesitated, but did it just in time as we collided in a tangle of limbs. This time I grabbed onto her arms as she did the same, and the sudden combination of our momentum made us spin in place\n\n\n“Oh, God,” she moaned after a moment. “I’m gonna puke.”\n\n\n“Close your eyes and hold out your legs,” I said in a strained voice, feeling a similar urge. “It’ll slow us down.”\n\n\nThe combined drag of our bodies through the air eventually turned the dizzying whirl into a gentle turning. Now that I wasn’t being pulled away by the centrifugal force, I felt like I was doing a handstand on her arms. I carefully adjusted myself so that we were face to face, our bodies naturally pressing together as the gravity pulled us close. As her nausea faded and she opened her eyes, I found myself staring into that striking, beautiful emerald. I looked away, having the decency to blush as I realized our position. Her large, pale breasts were rubbing against my modest ones, contrasted against my dark skin, and, mortifyingly, I could feel my nipples getting hard as a certain tingling grew between my legs. I couldn’t help it if I had a thing for redheads, especially ones as gorgeous and naked as her.\n\n\n“Who are you?” she asked, a hint of amusement to her voice.\n\n\n“M-Maria.” I glanced to her face and found a tiny smile on her perfectly full, kissable lips- okay, I need to stop that.\n\n\n“I’m Alana.” There was a moment of awkward silence as we drifted, wrapped in an intimate embrace. “Um, do you know what we’re supposed to be doing here?”\n\n\n“Well, sort of.” I looked around the room, searching the blank white walls. “How long have you been here?”\n\n\n“Maybe three, four hours?” She shrugged, a movement that made the breath catch in my throat. “It’s hard to tell.”\n\n\n“Uh…” I swallowed hard, trying to regain my train of thought. “Well, actually, that was badly-worded. How long have you been in this weird laboratory thing?”\n\n\n“Same answer. I was in one other room before this, but nothing happened because I didn't know what to do, even after I stopped freaking out. Then I got moved into here at the same time as you.”\n\n\n“Oh, okay.” I spotted what I was looking for and pointed towards it. “See that hatch?”\n\n\nAlana squinted, craning her neck. “I think so…? Sorry, I’m pretty nearsighted and they took my glasses.”\n\n\nMy heart stuttered painfully in my chest. Glasses, too? Could she be any more my type? Attempting to focus, I managed, “Well, uh, I think we could get out that way. At least to the next room.”\n\n\n“How are we supposed to get over there?”\n\n\n“I… don’t know.” I bit my lip as I thought. “We could wait until we hit a wall and then kick that direction, but that could take forever if we miss.”\n\n\n“Hmm.” We were both quiet for a while, then Alana spoke up, her eyes bright. “We could swim through the air.”\n\n\n“Swim?” I asked, confused, then understanding dawned. “Oh shit, yeah!” I brought my arms up and pulled them through the air. The change in our aimless movement was slight but noticeable.\n\n\n“I think we need to do it together…” Alana mused, holding up her own arms. “Can we try to stroke on three?”\n\n\n“Sure.” I readied myself. “Alright, one, two *three*!” Our combined movements made us drift slightly faster, but also angled our direction towards her. “I think you might be heavier than me… Jeez, okay, this is going to take a while.”\n\n\nAfter an embarrassingly long time, we figured out how to make a synchronized, balanced motion that could scull us forward through the air. For me, a good portion of that time was spent trying to not get distracted by the feeling of Alana’s naked body rubbing against mine, and I was only moderately successful. By the time we bumped against the hatch, I could feel a shameful heat between my legs.\n\n\nThe panel in the wall (ceiling? floor?) slid open easily enough. We tugged ourselves inside and quickly found that yes, it was a wall as the unnatural gravity suddenly vanished and the normal kind sent us tumbling into the corridor together. After a moment of shock where I just sat there straddling her, I scrambled off, and in the most embarrassing moment of my life realized that I had left a wet mark on her stomach. She gave me a wry look that I couldn’t bear to meet, my face burning as she slowly stood up.\n\n\n“I would say I’m flattered, but I’m just surprised you can get turned on in a situation like this,” Alana said dryly. “I mean, we’ve been kidnapped. Control yourself, girl.”\n\n\n“Yeah,” I mumbled quietly. “Sorry. I’m really sorry.”\n\n\nShe patted me on the shoulder, and for the first time I realized she was a few inches taller than me. “Let’s not worry about it for now. We’ve got bigger problems.”\n\n\n“Okay.” I let out a heavy breath, still mortified but majorly relieved. I looked around, finally paying attention to our surroundings. We were in a empty white hallway that seemed to be lit from every angle with invisible lights, highly similar to the room we had just left. At the end of the hallway was another hatch.\n\n\n“Do you think we should just go forward?” Alana asked.\n\n\n“I guess... It’s not like we have another option.”\n\n\n“We could just sit here, not play their stupid game.”\n\n\n“Yeah, but… have you gotten any water?” She shook her head. “I’ve gone through maybe a half dozen rooms so far, and they give you food and water after you do a few. I think they’ll just let us die of thirst, otherwise.”\n\n\n“Shit.” Alana pushed a hand through her hair, sighing. “How long have you been here?”\n\n\n“A day, maybe? I’m feeling tired but I haven’t slept yet.”\n\n\n“Huh.” She started walking forward, and after a moment I followed her. The hatch opened at a touch and shut behind us as we stepped through into an almost identical white room.\n\n\n“Human trials, experiment number two-hundred fifty!” the intercom barked.\n\n\n---------------\n\n\nI'm open to continuing if people want more. Suggestions of what comes next are welcome, both your own ideas or ones from the prompt that you'd like to see. All comments and criticisms are appreciated." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[META] Women of this subreddit, what would you like to see more of?" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "As a hopeful contributor, are you looking for more romance? Less graphic detail of the sex itself? More realistic stories? The prompts can sometimes make it difficult to write something that isn't male centric. I tried to get a mystery sex story going a while back, but the response was somewhat lukewarm.\n\nPrompts don't need to be blatantly obvious, but when so many are about a sex crazed demoness, or something as stereotypical, it can make it very difficult to avoid the usual cliche angles. Unique prompts, I believe, will generate unique stories." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[TT] It's very, very hard to fuck an android into submission, but you’re trying your best." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "50PH13 holds her bare legs close to her torso, chrome skin gleaming under the floating lights and the tattoos spilling as if her skin were a screen. Her black hair, normally painstakingly neat, is mussed and spread out across what of the bedclothes haven’t been pushed off. Her cherry blossoms bloom brightly, skittering down her side and disappearing on her back, out of view. Her breasts bounce obviously, her purpley nipples hard and obvious with their light pink piercings.\n\nHer boyfriend, a humanoid with black feathered wings, pounds relentlessly into her pussy, placing gentle kisses wherever he can reach to drive her wild. His hands rest on either side of her head, and he kisses her ankle settles on his shoulder.\n\n“F-F-Fuck!” 50PH13 finally manages to get out, her body getting bent over more and more. Normally, speaking or thinking isn’t had for an android who obviously doesn’t have to think, but after a few orgasms, it’s hard to focus. It’s even harder when he slips down in one quick movement, pulling her knees up to her shoulder and burying his face into her pussy. When he locks his lips around her clit, she can’t help but grab the closest thing, his wings, and she’s always pleasantly surprised how much he seems to enjoy it.\n\nHis pointer and middle fingers buried inside her, lips and tongue focused on her clit, he doesn’t notice the growing number of blossoms appearing on her skin. When she tips over the edge, screaming out the name of her Goddess, Arshea, she explodes in color, her normal chrome skin nearly completely covered by the pink of her flowers. He leans back a little, blowing on her wetness and sending a more intense shiver up her spine. Before the flowers can dissipate with the afterglow of her orgasm, though, he has her lifted and on top of him in an instant. Her flowers bloom again, and her hands fall to his chest. His wings spread, hers finally coming out and stretching. Their chrome and translucent black skin quickly start going pink, the flowers smaller and harder to see.\n\nShe starts to lift herself up, and he thrusts up hard, squeezing her hips. He lets his left slide down, thumb pressed against her almost completely purple clit. He rubs it quickly, thrusting into 50PH13 roughly and smirking as she slams herself down on his cock. The flowers intensify, as does Sterlix.\n\nHe doesn’t let up, pounding into her relentlessly as two orgasms hit back to back. The first is offered up to her deity, she’s nothing if not a devoted follower of her sex goddess, but the second, and the begging, make her cry out his name. “Ster-Sterlix, fuck, don’t stop! Please, please, don’t!”\n\nShe babbles on, hands coming up and tweaking her nipples, until his movements become a little more erratic. He pulls her onto him, struggling to bend his neck forward to nibble on her nipple without risking his position making his dick pop out of her almost too tight pussy. His right hand cups her other breast, and his left kneads her ass, also helping to slam himself as deep as he can into her.\n\nShe slides her hands up, grabbing onto his wings a little too hard. Her new position, a little farther up, makes it easier for him to nibble on her nipples, and he does, using them to quiet his groans as he starts to slow in his thrusting, staying deep inside her. She digs her thumbs into the wings, and suddenly he’s biting, a groan still obvious as he slams her down as hard as he can onto his cock, cum pooling inside her.\n\nShe sits up as he slams her down, furiously rubbing at her clit, desperate for one more, a final orgasm to blank her brain and let her sleep most of the trip. Feeling his cum splatter inside of her, she rubs harder, getting to the edge just as he stops, only to have her breasts both squeezed roughly.\n\nAs this orgasm hits, though, she doesn’t go pink. Instead, for some reason, the cherry blossoms are joined by other colored flowers, her chrome skin now various shades of pinks, purples, reds, yellows and oranges She barely tucks her wings in before she tips back, Sterlix’s quick movement the only thing that keeps her from falling straight onto the floor.\n\n“Oh, thank you, my love. I nearly toppled over, it’s as if the euphoria made me forget that beds have edges.”\n\nHe holds her, running his hand over her spine. “Soph, you’re talking weird. I’ve heard of fucked silly, but I thought it was an idiom.”\n\nInstead of pushing him out of the bed to make him make it again like she normally would, or grabbing their armor, she just settles, kissing his skin as her tattoos skitter away, the few she normally has replaced with her rainbow. “Thank you, sir.” She mumbles against his neck, kissing it gently. “I feel great.”\n\nHe shakes his head, not used to her pliant mood and asks, “No feistiness?”\n\nShe only shrugs, ‘Guess I just needed an A+ dicking.”\n\n———\n\nSo uhh this is my Starfinder character and her NPC boyfriend. I’ll be embarrassed if any of the other players read this, but /shrug." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The Minotaur is used to disgraced warriors being thrown down into his maze. Today a princess was thrown into the maze." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The labyrinth was both new and ancient, made of trees woven together over decades, a labor of love, just recently opened to sacrifices. But the sacrifices that were running through this labyrinth were there willingly. They were adventurers, wandering through the depths of the maze looking for one thing, the prize at the center of the labyrinth: the minotaur. She, however, was the odd woman out: the princess sent in as a prime sacrifice, for the betterment of the kingdom. She was sent in bare-chested and trousered, the goal to be sacrificed but to give her a fighting chance. And she would fight to the end.\n\nShe started through the labyrinth with a few comrades, but as she got deeper and deeper into the trees the sounds of her fellow adventurers moved further and further away, until finally she could tell she was alone. There were few obstacles in this labyrinth, and part of her resented that. Their main quarry was the beast, of course, but she would have liked to fight something to warm her up: a reanimated skeleton, a giant spider, sentient vines, anything would have been enough quicken her blood. Instead, the only quickening in her was her heart racing and her pulse pounding in her ears. Instead of making her quick and lithe she was jittery and jumpy. \n\nOnce she felt the angle of the turns grow steep she knew she was nearing the center of the labyrinth and she slowed her pace until she was quieter than a mouse, the only sounds around her now the creaking of trees and rustling of leaves on the wind. She did not see anyone else that had come into the maze with her, and she was not sure how that was possible this deep in the maze. But she did not linger on the thought, knowing she needed to concentrate fully now. For just a moment she paused, thinking she heard the snapping of twigs somewhere in front of her, and she slowed to a snail’s pace as she approached a junction in the maze.\n\nShe inched forward, silent as can be, and poked her head around the corner.\nFrom behind her a hand grasped her, larger by far than any human hand, able to curl around her and dig claws into her soft flesh. A snuffling came from above her as a face was pressed into her hair, smelling her deeply, and the pressure on her neck made her groan.\n\nThis was it, the minotaur come calling.\n\nThe beast flipped her around and she lay limp in its hand. Its nostrils flared wide as its intelligent eyes roamed her body, bare chest heaving, mandated by the elders as they threw her into this place, and lingered around her legs, flicking up time and again to meet her eyes. Its pupils dilated so that its eyes looked black. She could feel the blood rushing to her clit, and made her heart beat harder.\n\nWith a free claw the minotaur slit the rope holding up her breeches, and down through the fabric until she was fully exposed. It lifted her until its nose was snuffling between her legs, then its tongue was tasting the wetness. It was large, and deft, lapping against her clit and between her folds with desperate intention, until it too was bucking its hips in anticipation. The princess moaned aloud and closed her eyes, letting the tongue feel inside and outside of her for as long as it liked. Its tongue alone made her feel fuller than any human ever had.\n\nWithout warning the beast flipped her around again and put her on the grass. Before her knees touched ground she could see the minotaur’s hard cock, already dripping, and she lifted her hips towards it to allow it entry.\n\nAt first the beast slid its cock across her folds with slow deliberation, clawed fingers digging into the dirt by her head and furred legs sliding against her own, and then the massive cock was sliding into her, just as slow, just as deliberate. Soon she was once again wider than she had ever been, stretched almost to breaking, and then the cock slid out, fucking her with deep and lingering strokes. It slid its cock out of her and paused a few times, making itself more sensitive, making her want to be fucked more and more. \n\nBefore long the pace was getting faster and faster, the minotaur snorting with the effort and her moaning in pleasure, rubbing at her clit with a free hand, trying desperately and failing to contain herself. She felt as if she was being fucked into the ground, like she would become one with the grass if she was fucked any more.\nThen the beast thrust deep and hard inside her and came, dripping out of her when she was full, and she rode her own orgasm out on its massive cock.\n\nThe movement of their bodies slowed and the minotaur peeled her off its cock, setting her down gently and licking one last time at her dripping cunt. She gasped, feeling every inch of the tongue on her still-electric clit, shuddering with the aftershocks of its touch. With a snort it held onto her waist once more and fucked him deeply with its tongue, going even as she gasped for it to stop, to slow down, to let her come, and it wasn’t until its tongue stopped moving against sensitive flesh that she came again, and this time it left its tongue against her hot slit for a moment to taste her fresh cunt. It snuffled her hair for a moment before shambling off down one of the many paths of the labyrinth.\n\nShakily she came to her feet and lamented the loss of her little clothing. Vaguely she remembered others coming out of the labyrinth unclad, but she had always assumed there was a struggle involved. Well, a different kind of struggle. She gave up on the thought of salvaging her trousers and moved on.\n\nWhen she finally emerged at the other end of the labyrinth she looked around at the other people who had come out before her and they all, to a one, had the same peaceful but ragged look on their faces as she was sure she had.\n\nThey all found the secret at the heart of the labyrinth, and they would be back for more." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The goddess of life gives her followers a “blessing.” Whenever they use her divine magic to heal someone, they are rewarded with a powerful orgasm. Life as a battlefield healer can get very overwhelming very quickly." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Pupils, the Goddess of Life has given us a great gift, and with it comes a great responsibility.” Lierin’s hands glowed with an immense power. “Allow me to demonstrate the miracle of life.” She looked down at the injured human, who had a lethal wound through his chest and out his back. You would have been able to peer through the hole in his torso if not for the immense amount of blood. “Goddess, give me the strength to heal.” Magical energy radiated throughout her body, then passed from hers to his. The large wound began to close. His eyes, once glazed over started to rejuvenate with the spark of vitality.\n\nThe pupils watch in awe at this kind of power, a power that will soon be their own. But one of them noticed that something wasn’t right with their mentor.\n\n“Professor Lierin, are you feeling alright?”\n\nWith a sweaty and markedly red face she answered quickly, “Using the power takes a lot of energy. I’m just a bit tired.”\n\nStill, with an inquisitive eye the pupil asked, “Are you sure you’re going to be fine?”\n\n“I just need to rest for a moment. Run along children, as you have other studies to attend to.”\n\nAfter surviving that close encounter with the students she slumped into a chair.\n\n“I reckon you’re taking this whole thing too seriously.”\n\nThe voice startled Lierin and she looked around for the source of it, then saw her patient, sitting up as though he was never on death’s doorstep. “Also, you’re lucky your students are so innocent. I wouldn’t have bought the tired excuse at their age.” He started to look her up and down, then his vision lingered on her lower half as he spotted a wet spot at the crotch level of her robe. “If that’s what tired is then I’d be the hardest working man in the realm. That’s for danged sure.”\n\n“This isn’t funny, Bennie. You going out there alone to fight those orcs almost got you killed, and almost embarrassed me in front of my students since you got hurt during their instruction.”\n\n“You seem more concerned about the second part from the way you said the whole thing, so if it really bothers you that much why don’t you commune with the Goddess at the Fountain of Life?”\n\n“I’ve thought of doing that, but it feels wrong. It feels ungrateful for the gifts the Goddess has given.”\n\n“Well, I don’t know much about elven religion, but if she’s anything like the God I know, she’s understanding and loving. Just go out there and tell her what you think and it’ll work out.”\n\n“I hope so,” she said and began to leave.\n\n“Hold your horses, Lierin. It looks like you sat in a puddle back there,” Bennie said. Lierin became keenly aware of the immense wetness of her undergarments and that her robe was completely soaked through. She tried to cover it up while Bennie had a full view of her from behind. “All of that for me? Aw shucks, you flatter me.”\n\n“I guess I ought to find a change of clothes to preserve the small amount of modesty I have left.” A couple moments passed with him still staring at her backside, “That means you need to go.”\n\n“Alright, alright. But you don’t have to be embarrassed about something perfectly natural.”\n\nHe began to pass her by and puts a hand on the top of her head, ruffling her hair and then playing with her long ears. “You shouldn’t ever feel embarrassed. You’ve helped so many people, you can do whatever you want and you’ll still be the person I respect the most. Even if you gush like a geyser sometimes.”\n\n“That was almost sweet of you.”\n\n“I try,” he said as he stepped out." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A super heroine who moonlights as a domme decides to tie up and tease her captured nemesis, but when the ropes come out the once cocky villainess goes meek and pliant. Actually, she bears a striking resemblance to the sweet, shy, adorable girl who recently became the heroine's favorite client." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The Iron Maiden let out a cry of victory as her punch struck true, sending her opponent crashing into the nearest warehouse. She strode confidently through the rubble of a twisted metal wall, scanning the long-abandoned structure for any signs of her crafty nemesis, Nyx, Mistress of Shadows. The Maiden had long fought against this particular foe, and each time Nyx was defeated, she always found a way of slithering out of prison and right back onto the streets.\n\n​\n\nBut not this time. If Nyx planned to escape capture yet again, the Iron Maiden would just have to teach her the error of her ways more memorably.\n\n​\n\nThere. The Maiden's eyes locked on a flicker of motion just behind a stack of crates. Her eyes narrowed behind her metallic mask, but she did not approach. Instead, her hand shot out behind her in a flash, catching Nyx by the throat as the woman, clad in black, attempted to ambush her from the rafters of the warehouse. An umbral blade skittered across the Maiden's chest armor, but she merely chuckled at Nyx's attempts to struggle against her much more physically powerful opponent. \"You really thought that would work on me? You're getting sloppy.\"\n\n​\n\nNyx growled, jamming the tips of her conjured shadow-blades into wherever she could reach on the Maiden's armor. The Maiden let Nyx throw her little hissy fit, leisurely marching her to the center of the warehouse, where coils of rope lay on the floor while a dusty crane hook dangled above. \"I've had about enough of this same old bullshit, Nyx. You know what I see when I fight street trash like you? I see a bitch who didn't get spanked enough.\"\n\n​\n\nImpressively, Nyx managed to speak despite the armored hand squeezing her neck. \"F-fuck you!\" She underlined her weak comeback with a kick to the Iron Maiden's armor, cringing and going limp with pain for a moment as her knee struck solid metal.\n\n​\n\nMuch of Nyx's power lied in her ability to summon umbral daggers from her palms, so the Maiden made quick work of binding her hands behind her back with a spare rope from the floor. She wrenched Nyx's hands up, prompting a gasp from the woman as her shoulders strained. Nyx was nearly at the limit of her flexibility when the bindings between her wrists finally hooked in the crane hook above her. She stood on her tip-toes, angled slightly forward, and let her head hang, suddenly short of breath even after the Maiden had stopped mandhandling her by the neck.\n\n​\n\nThe Maiden quirked a brow at the sudden shift. \"What, no more insults?\" She stalked around Nyx, not ashamed to admit to herself that she'd shrugged on a bit of her Domme persona. She supposed she could be forgiven for taking a less professional approach with Nyx; it wasn't uncommon for heroes and their nemeses to develop an odd kind of rapport. This felt...different instantly, however.\n\n​\n\nNyx swallowed, shuffling on her feet. \"...Shut up. Just take me to jail.\" The Maiden smirked now, watching the way Nyx's legs subconsciously spread. If they were out of costume and the Maiden was working her other profession, she could almost say Nyx was experienced. Well-trained, even.\n\n​\n\n\"Jail? No, not yet.\" The Maiden took a gamble, and without warning, slapped Nyx's ass, the force of it echoing through the warehouse, followed immediately by Nyx's cry. The heroine was pleased to see Nyx writhe, if only for a moment, before sagging back down against her bonds, grimacing. She stepped close and husked in Nyx's ear. \"I'm gonna teach you to think before you come into my city again.\"\n\n​\n\nThe second smack and cry was music to the Maiden's ears. But she couldn't get caught up on the appetizer for too long. She loomed behind Nyx, grasping her nemesis's hip in one hand while the other wrung the front of her black spandex suit. Nyx stood stock still, but even through her armor, the Maiden could tell she was shaking. She really leaned into her Domme Voice, now. \"Don't tell me you're about to cry. You brought this on yourself.\" She paused to relish in the way Nyx jolted as her gauntlet ripped her top clean off, palm-sized tits springing free. \"Hell, the way you're acting right now makes me wonder if you wanted this all along. I don't hear you telling me to stop.\"\n\n​\n\nThe Maiden traced around Nyx's nipples, giving them delicate brushes with her cold metal gauntlets. She was given pause as they found a small piercing through each, just a simple loop which sent Nyx twitching when she tugged on one. \"Damn, I thought your whole 'slutty thief shadow whatever' was just a persona.\" She tugged harder, then shifted to the other breast, dipping her face down to tease her teeth over Nyx's shoulder and neck.\n\n​\n\nHer nemesis shuddered under her armored hands, squirming uncomfortably against the blooming ache in her shoulders and calves. She attempted to hook a leg around the Maiden's, to shift her weight and provide her feet some relief. The Maiden shoved her leg away and made Nyx swing forward for an excruciating moment. Then the hero soothed her wail with a cold palm against her bare stomach, sliding down through the tatters of her suit. Nyx swallowed thickly, letting her head hang low as she jolted her hips towards the Maiden's hand. She found thick, metallic fingers to greet her, the Maiden's suit built for protection and utility, not such manual dexterity as properly rubbing her enemy's clit.\n\n​\n\nNyx whined now, but softly, as if still trying to put up appearances. The Maiden cooed, allowing Nyx to rut fruitlessly against the too-slick, too-sharp edges of her gauntlet. \"Can't cum like this?\" As Nyx nodded and whimpered desperately, the Maiden shoved her ruined suit further down her hips to watch Nyx's attempts in better detail. \"You want me to take it off?\" She husked. Her nemesis cried out as she pinched a nipple and pulled mercilessly.\n\n​\n\n\"Yes! Please! Take it off! Please fuck me, Mistress!\"\n\n​\n\nThe Maiden froze, brow furrowed in shock and realization. How could Nyx call her that? In addition to every other coincidence? \"...Emma?\" She breathed, hands freezing in place.\n\n​\n\nNyx, suddenly sounding much younger and more intimately familiar than the Maiden could ever admit before, let out a frustrated sob. \"I'm sorry, Misstress. I...I saw the room in your house. I didn't know what to do!\" The Maiden pressed a hand to her face, and Nyx's conjured, shadowy mask fell away, revealing freckles and teary eyes. \"I never wanted to hurt anyone. Everything just got out of hand, and I started owing money, and I...\"\n\n​\n\nEmma gasped as the Maiden lifted her wordlessly off the hook and shoved her to the floor. Her shoulders throbbed, but the relief struck her instantly. She closed her eyes, awaiting a shock from the Maiden's stun gun, or to be hoisted up and carried off to jail, knowing her secret was known by one of the few women she'd never wanted to disappoint. Her silent tears were interrupted by being hoist into the Maiden's lap as she sat on a low crate. With each resounding smack, she cried out and clenched around nothing, before finally bare flesh struck her. The Maiden, her Domme, flipped her over facedown against the crate, forcing her to stand with her ass in the air. The Maiden hunched over her and forced her legs apart, circling her clit with newly dextrous fingers as she stuffed one, two, three fingers into her pussy.\n\n​\n\nWhen Emma finally came, she tensed bodily and wrenched her mouth open in a silent wail, then relaxed as quickly as the climax struck her. She couldn't quite tell how long she'd stood there, gasping for air, until the Maiden pulled her away and into her lap. Her nemesis had stepped out of her armor altogether, and it stood, silver and ever-vigilant over her. Just as much a promise of protection as a threat. Her Domme stroked her hair, though didn't untie her wrists. \"I'm sorry,\" Emma found herself whispering desperately against the older woman's chest.\n\n​\n\nThe Iron Maiden stared down at her, eyes harder than even her armor. \"Promise you'll let me help you, Emma. But no more secrets, and no more wasting your gifts on this garbage.\"\n\n​\n\nEmma knew what her Domme was truly asking for. Nyx was dead, killed in her final battle. Many witnesses had seen the Iron Maiden, streaking across the city skyline with a shadow just ahead of her. They would believe what they wanted to believe. And maybe Emma wouldn't be so alone when the collar came off.\n\n​\n\n\"...I promise.\"\n\n​\n\nHer bindings were cut loose." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You aren't surprised that you inherited your great uncle's starship. You are, however, surprised at the presence of the eager sexbot crew." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "My hands in the pockets of my jeans, I walked through the giant hanger doors and looked up at my great uncle's pride and joy, the Maltese Falcon. I was certainly renaming it, but for now I was content to look up at the sharp angles and the worn paintjob of a ship that, while not fast or remarkable by any means, was to be my ticket to the galaxy.\n\nThe key card in my pocket activated the gangway and it smoothly whirred as it lowered from its position flush to the underside of the ship and down onto the hangar floor.\n\nThe inside of the ship was well cared for and I was glad for that. I didn't expect my great uncle was much of a hoarder from the early days I had spent on his ship but he had been less eager to take me of late. I understood in some ways, my family still had a hard time accepting that I frequently dated alien women, but it still stung. As I examined the third room, a sort of combination living room and guest meeting room, I stopped as I saw the figure of a waist-high astromech bot. I smiled. I hadn't known my great uncle had any robots to speak of.\n\n\"Hey there,\" I said and the creature turned, giving me a quizzical beep. \"I'm Nina,\" I said and the robot beeped again. I didn't really get it and I didn't have any translator software so I continued, \"I'm your captain's great niece and he left me this ship. I'm not really-\"\n\n\"S5, who are you speaking-\" A voice called and I looked up as a short, humanoid female robot stood in the door. Robots pick and choose when they wear clothes or, for less sentient models, their owners pick. It tends to be a pretty personal affair and most people don't cast a second glance at a naked robot. They usually don't have the bits to be worth looking at at any rate. This robot did have bits, though they were vaguely covered by some pretty modern lingerie. (You could tell by the way the ribbon structure defied gravity.) \"Hello,\" The robot said, their voice dropping a few octaves. I swallowed. Yeah, this appeared to be what it looked like. \"Are you our new captain?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" I said, laughing and wondering what I was supposed to do in this situation. To the ship I said, \"Bring up the gangway.\" Now was not the time to have someone walk in. \"What's your name?\"\n\n\"Bev,\" The robot said with a smile. Well, there could be worse things to learn, she could have my name.\n\n\"Bev,\" I said slowly. \"Listen, this is... an interesting situation. I didn't know you existed, for one...\"\n\n\"And two, you didn't expect a sex model droid.\" Bev said and I laughed, losing a little of my tension.\n\n\"Yeah, that's about the sum of it.\"\n\n\"Well, I assure you that you are under no obligation to do anything.\" Bev said.\n\n\"Yeah,\" I said slowly. \"Do you have a learning core?\"\n\n\"I do not,\" Bev said cheerfully and I relaxed a little. Having a sex bot that belonged to your great uncle was weird for many reasons, but having one less was a bit easier to stomach. The problem with having some robots that thought for themselves and others who literally obeyed programming was separating them and behaving ethically. I had never really grasped the concept well and so had steered clear of the situation altogether. I was friendly to every robot I met and left it at that.\n\n\"Bev, would you be bummed out if I wanted you to do a memory wipe?\" I asked.\n\n\"I have no concerns about that whatsoever.\" Bev replied, cheerily again. It had occurred to me that I might learn something more about my great uncle than I already had and that terrified me. Like finding his search history was the worst of my problems right now. \"Can you confirm your command?\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" I said, \"Factory reset, please?\" Bev smiled and after a moment, her stare went vacant. It was a little chilling and I frowned.\n\n\"Hello,\" Bev said, smiling as life returned to her eyes. \"I'm Beverly, Model HJ9 Recreation Robot, would you like to perform my setup process?\"\n\n(Other half in 9 minutes, per the cooldown.)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[IP] All’s fair in love and video games." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "(Year of the story: early 2012)\n\n\"Hi babe!\" I called, \"Sorry for being so late.\"\n\n\"Hey handsome,\" my lovely girlfriend's voice came from the living room, \"How was your day?\"\n\nI shrugged out of my jacket and slipped out of my shoes, then undid my tie as I was walking towards her. I found her sitting on the couch, a PS3 controller in her hands. She had her hair up in a bun and was wearing an old oversized shirt, with her naked legs poking out from underneath. \n\n\"Eh, it was okay.\" I wasn't about to tell her that the new intern had been indecently flirty, and I had been fighting with an erection for half the evening - I'd never cheat, but a man is allowed to dream! \"I could deal with a beer,\" *And a blowjob*, I added mentally. She just nodded absentmindedly, eyes focused on the TV. Curious, I followed her gaze. \n\nUpdating System: 86%\n\nWell that was anticlimactic.\n\n\"What are you doing?\" I asked her.\n\n\"I borrowed a game from Adam. My gamer just could not shut up about how good it is, but I've never heard of it. Some sort of fantasy action RPG, like Assassin's Creed I think, but by a small studio, not Ubi or EA, something Japanese I think. Not Nintendo of course. I forgot the name. But now it's updating... Stupid PS3, always updating.\"\n\nMy face must have given something away, because she looked at me, then said \"What's on your mind? What dirty thing are you imagining right now?\" in a quizzical tone. She had a sly smile on her face though. She liked my dirty ideas.\n\n\"Well, I just thought... You've been gaming for all your life, and these games are always a bit too easy. How about we make it a bit more challenging?\" I said.\n\n\"What do you have in mind?\" She was suddenly giving me all the attention.\n\nI grabbed a pillow and put it between her legs, knelt on it, and spread her legs. I moved my head between her thighs, tickling the sensitive inner side with my stubble, then slipped my hands under her shirt and started pulling on her panties.\n\n\"How about I get busy here until you beat the first boss. For every death you'll be my sub for a day, starting tomorrow.\"\n\nThis was a fairly standard wager for us, exchanging days as slave and master. We both liked it, and generally it resulted in a fun weekend, sometimes a bit more.\n\nWith a glint of evil in her eyes, she immediately countered: \"But if I manage to beat the first boss first try, you'll be my slave for the week!\" \n\nShe was already shuffling to the edge of the seat, competitive spirit awoken.\n\n\"Deal.\" I said, as I pulled her panties off completely and threw them across the room. If I made her cum during a tricky moment, I would surely get at least a single death out of her. Provided this game wasn't as piss-easy as the usual Ubisoft crap.\n\nEven though this was a race, I liked to take my time. My girl responds best to a bit of teasing first, and the game had not even started yet. I kissed her thighs, I squeezed her butt with my hands, and only when I heard the system reboot and she was pressing buttons to select and start the game, I started making a real effort. A bit of licking around her clit, then gently over it, and when I knew she wanted more I put my mouth over it, and had my tongue flick against it from the underside, something that always worked.\n\nI could hear the intro cut-scene in the background. The usual fantasy dross. Gods, demons, darkness, magic, fire, etc. When the title screen came up she was definitely enjoying my work, and her face was beginning to flush. I was enjoying her wetness and her smell as well, her body reacting quite wonderfully to my tongue.\n\n\"What's it called?\" I murmured over her clit.\n\n\"Apparently it's called Dark Souls,\" she answered, still completely oblivious.\n\n---\n\nIt's M/F instead, and we're playing on PS3 instead of Switch (definitely the more important distinction!), but that's about it.\n\nOnly 674 words! It seems longer than it is. For the non-gamers: Dark Souls is famously difficult for new players to the series, and dying a couple dozen times before beating the first boss outside of the tutorial area is rather common." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A normal guy married to a pornstar. She loves him for being average, and treating her like a princess. He gets a glimpse into her world when she takes him to a convention..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Are you sure you want to come?\"\n\nI don't hide the hint of doubt in my voice, but regret it immediately. His face is set with that stubborn expression - the one that makes me love him, but also brooks no argument.\n\n\"Definitely,\" he says. \"It's not a big deal! I've seen you work before, Naomi.\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" I reply, uncertainly, \"but... well, you've never seen me in action.\"\n\n\"I'm coming,\" he says, determined. \n\n\"Ok,\" I sigh, giving in. I'm not sure why this makes me so nervous. He's known what I do as long as we've been together - he even jacks off to my videos, which is kind of romantic! \"Let me take a quick shower, then we'll head out.\"\n\nI slip into the bathroom, undress, and examine myself in the mirror for a second. I can't help but smirk - I've just crawled out of bed, my hair's a mess, and I've got no make up on, but I've *got it goin' on*. I'm 5'7\", 120 pounds of pure sex. Just tall enough that I don't get categorized as petite, and slim, but with enough of an ass to spank. My tits draw the eye, retroussé curves that slope up to perky (and sensitive) little nipples. Those are my second most commented on feature. The first are my lips - plump, naturally red, practically *meant* for sucking dick. Thousands teenage boys dream about these babies wrapped around their skinny cocks every night. \n\nNo wonder I'm at the top of this game.\n\nFrom the corner of my eye, I notice Nick peeking at my reflection in the mirror, drinking me up. I leave the door open as I run the shower, and slip into the steaming stall. I soap first, running my hand all over my tight little body, then I take care of my hair. Expensive shampoo, expensive conditioner. Hair texture's important in this business. \n\nI'm done pretty quick - I'm used to cleaning up fast. I wrap a towel around myself to dry out, and step back to our bedroom. Nick's sitting up in bed, pretending to read. *Time to have some fun,* I think. \n\nMy skin's flushed from the hot shower, and i feel goosebumps as I drop the towel, and the cool bedroom air hits me. He can't stop himself from staring now. I walk over, slowly, and his eyes go from my still damp blonde curls down to smooth slit between my legs. His breath hitches as I get on the bed, straddling him. I tilt his chin up, and bend down to give him a soft, wet kiss.\n\nThen I lean in, lick his earlobe, and whisper: \"You know I'm yours, right?\"\n\n\"What?\" He's confused.\n\nI sit up on my knees, and smile at him with my freshly waxed slit right in front of his face.\n\n\"This pussy is *yours*,\" I whisper. \"No matter how many cocks I take, only you own it.\"\n\nI see the lust enter his eyes, and then sigh in contentment as pulls me forward and starts licking. \n\nI cum three times before we manage to roll out of bed.\n\n---" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "After magicly being transformed into a moster girl, a young woman and her lover do their best to get used to her new body." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "> content: does it count as a dick if a slimegirl grows it? Anyways, there are a few transgender themes, and a lot of tender moments. \n\n“Blrbrbrlrb.” Said the puddle of green ooze standing in the kitchen. \n\nI sighed and I lifted myself off of the fur-matted couch. “You’re melting again, Liz.”\n\n“BlrlrlrblrbLrBRR!” the ooze bubbled more urgently. \n\nI kneeled down, scooping the ooze in my hands and laying down a large metal bowl 3 feet across on the kitchen tiles. I patiently scooped the green ooze, feeling the cool, watery mix flow over my thankfully cream colored arms. “It’s okay, I’ve got you Liz.” Slowly but surely, the ooze hardened up again. I might be awfully hairy for a girl, but it wasn’t as bad as what happened to Liz. \n\nI saw a face emerge in the puddle, my girlfriend, Liz, who had been turned into a slime by magic. Her face had changed, again. The eyes were smooth, her lips were thicker, and her nose rounder, but I noticed she had made nostrils now, and improvement. \n\n“I’m so sorry, Alex. I wish I was a regular girl, like you. I wish I hadn’t been cursed like this, and I can’t believe I have to make your do all this work and make you take care of me and blrbrbrbrlrrr.... B-I’m sorry.” \n\nI leaned down, and I kissed that face in the ooze. “You weren’t the only one that was turned into a monstergirl.” A slender tail raised above my butt and waved, and I wiggled my ears around. Liz laughed, and we were happy for that instance. I knew we both wished things could still be the same, but there was no going back, and we had to make do.\n\n“Here, let me finish scooping you up and you can focus on reconstituting yourself.” She was already halfway there, her head now being fully formed, a torso starting to emerge in the bowl and I dropped more and more handfuls in. \n\nThe work took me a while, but as I looked down, I noticed that my sleeves were thoroughly stained. Well, another old white shirt gone. I had to get new ones to match my new body shape anyways.\n\nLiz whimpered, her eyes tearing up with bubbles. “I’m sorry I caused such a mess.” \n\nI laughed it off. “That just means we can have an extra long trio for new girls clothes once you’re holding yourself together again.” I kissed her slowly rising head. \n\n“Yeah, I know, and I can’t wait.” Liz said as she lifted a green arm out. “It’s just that, I miss so many things. Like, being able to hold you, or being able to cuddle, or...”\n\n“What? Have sex? I’m sure we can still do that, even before you can hold yourself as one. Besides, I need a bath! Want to take one with me?” I wiggled my cat’s tail in the direction of the bathroom, and she caught on.\n\n“Oh, I would love to.”\n\nI giggled, and carried the overflowing bowl, her now full form cradled within. “I could really use you to clean me up, you know?” I laid the bowl down besides the tub, and stripped off my green stained shirt and dropped my old gym shorts, revealing a fur patterned belly and pelvis, striped like my arms, legs, and tail were. Plugging up the tub, I leaped inside, and beckoned Liz over. “Come on, walk on in!” \n\nShe pounded on top of me, and I giggled as she coated me. She was cold at first touch, but she warmed up, absorbing my body heat. The ooze stuck to my fur as she lay on top of me, but I couldn’t be too bothered, not when it’s her.\n\n“I’m sorry-“ she started to apologize, but I shut her up by sticking a flawed finger through her lips.\n\n“Shush, it’s nothing. One day, you’ll be able to hold your form well enough that I won’t care about such a little stickiness right now. Just think about hardening.” \n\nWe lay in the tub, contemplating our new situations. All those things that changed...\n\nI could feel her trying to get my attention, prodding at my thighs. “You know? Don’t you ever miss having a dick?” she asked.\n\nI shrugged underneath her. “Not really. I could use one right now though. Wait, you’re not building one right now, are you?” \n\nWe giggled together as she rose up, a green rod firmly jutting out from her crotch. It was smooth, but it had a tip, and it was hot with desire. “I couldn’t help it,” she said, embarrassed for some dumb reason. “You keep telling me to harden, and I couldn’t help but think...”\n\nEntranced, I raised a finger and I went to touch the tip, rubbing it up and down and feeling the firm squishiness. “Eep!” Liz squeaked as a glob of ooze flew out and landed on my whiskers. “I’m so sorry! This has never happened to me before!”\n\nI laughed, and her mortified expression turned to joy as she laughed with me. Even though it might be difficult, I knew we could live together like this." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Werewolves are famously known for being brutal, savage and intensely hot blooded. It turns out they're the complete opposite when mating, becoming gentle, affectionate, and extremely loving, especially with Human mates" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The blue of twilight lingered outside her bedroom window, the multitude of hidden crickets and the like filled night with excessive song. Warm enough to not need a cover, the woman laid atop her mattress only in a light nightgown.\n\n\"Immodest maidens become immature mothers,\" her grandmother once warned. As if a saying was more true if the words had a rhythm or rhyme to them. Still, rather than sleep in the nude and risk that night being the night a fire breaks out and the brigade has to rescue her nude form, best to adhere to the saying, just to be safe.\n\nHer book laid on her bedside table, dog-eared and waiting for her to gain interest again. The atmosphere was right for it, given the risen full moon had never let the sky grow completely dark. Sunset gave to moonrise, and it was full tonight. Full enough to see about her room, with its old wooden floors, hewn logs for walls, and vaulted ceilings. The door to her bedroom wasn't ajar before, was it?\n\nAn answer to her question came with the creaks of that old wooden floor. A hinge overdue for oil confirmed she did not imagine the sounds. Before her mind wandered, before she could decide whether to cover herself or ask who was there, the door flew open and slammed against the opposite wall.\n\nEyes. Yellow eyes. They hovered in the door frame for a moment before the body they belonged to stepped forward. His form was difficult to discern. He blended in to the darkened interior, but glints of moonlight caught wet fangs, and an outline could be envisioned from that threat alone.\n\nHand to her chest, the woman started to sit up in her defense, only for the beast to make the leap from door to bed with a single bound. The mattress sank deep, his weight concentrated on two hind paws the size of dinner plates. His hands were human in the vaguest sense, four fingers and a thumb, but were dark and pointed with claws. They held her knees to the bed, legs together.\n\n\"P-please,\" she squeaked, as if begging would help. \"W-what are...\" Her next words were silenced as the creature leaned forward, hands following her body's curves upwards, dragging along with them the nightgown.\n\nNow bathed in moonlight, the intruder's shape was confirmed. A werewolf. Worgen. Wolf-man. However you named him, he was an animal with enough humanity to be considered a monster. As a man, this close to such a beauty would explain the growing presence that hung between his thighs. As a monster, the tearing of her nightgown was sign of his intent to consume.\n\nHer eyes began watering when he moved those hands to her wrists, pinning them to the headboard. The werewolf's true threat inched closer as he brought his hips even closer to hers. Hot breaths exhaled over her face and chest as he lowered that maw of his to her neck.\n\n\"Don't, please don't.\"\n\nHe attacked.\n\nShe cried out, tears falling from her face. Her body writhed and kicked as the werewolf licked happily at her neck.\n\n\"Stop it! Asshole! That's too ticklish!\" Her laughter broke out and filled their cabin. The werewolf's tail wagged vigorously as he lapped and nuzzled at his lover's nape. Too overwhelmed with giggling, she couldn't bring herself to scold him for tearing her nightgown, even if it was the one they agreed upon for their roleplay.\n\n---\n\nYay? Nay? I couldn't resist trying something out." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "In a world where the supernatural has integrated with society, our MC finds out that living together with an Incubus/Succubus as their SO can make leaving the bed for work a real challenge..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I want to leave for the day\n\nBut there’s a sex demon in my bed\n\nI have to go to work and so does she\n\nBut I can’t get it out of my head\n\nCuz I know what kind of work she does\n\nAnd it’s certainly not in a shed\n\nIt’s not in a bakery either\n\nNot at all, she doesn’t cook bread\n\nShe doesn’t own a team of huskies\n\nThat pull along her sled\n\nShe doesn’t work in a mine\n\nDigging up gold, silver or lead \n\nIf I leave for the day she brings joy\n\nTo every Mark, Bill or Ted\n\nWhenever she leaves the house\n\nMy heart and eyes go red\n\nBut off she goes again again and again \n\nTo help out a guy named Fred\n\nI tried to keep her from doing her job\n\nAnd on my knees I pled\n\n“There’s only one way to stop my work,”\n\nShe winked at me as she said\n\nSo I followed her back to our room\n\nAnd fucked her til I was dead." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Femboy mage gets stuffed by futa monstergirl(s) while writing a compendium on magical creatures." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The door to the basement opened with a draft of warm, unusually dry air. It was like walking into a sauna, and the heat was more than welcome after the drizzling winter rain of the walk over here. He took a step into the stairwell, then hesitated and looked back at the landlady who had unlocked the door.\n\n\n“You’ve told her I’m coming?”\n\n\nShe took the cigarette out of her mouth to answer. “Yeah, don’t worry yourself. Just don’t do anything stupid down there and she won’t eviscerate you. She’s very civilized like that.”\n\n\n“Uh...huh,” he muttered. After another moment of hesitation, he descended the steps carefully, holding up the hem of his robes with one hand and tracing the wall with the other. The door closed behind him, and he tried to ignore the way his pulse spiked. The stairs led down to a fairly normal basement, stuffed with clutter and plumbing. Another, unlit stairwell led down further, and he touched the gemstone on the choker around his neck, murmuring an arcane phrase. Blue-tinged light guided him as the heat grew more intense. He found rather sturdy-looking metal door at the level of the sub-basement and gulped. Knocking almost made him yelp in pain, but he stopped sucking on his singed knuckles when a low, resonant voice sent shivers down his spine.\n\n\n“*Enter.*”\n\n\nWrapping the sleeve of his robe around his hand, he managed to twist the doorknob. The wave of heat was like opening an oven door. A bead of sweat ran down his back as he peered around the dark room, only barely lit by the glow of his focus stone.\n\n\n“*Here.*”\n\n\nA brief jet of flame left afterimages of gleaming gold in his mind. He stumbled towards the source until blue light illuminated a figure reclining on a pile of treasures and a pair of gleaming eyes trained on him. She was *big*, at least a foot or two taller than him and brawny to match. She was also completely naked. His eyes danced wildly over her gorgeous breasts, her red-scaled hands, her taloned feet, her big dragon d-\n\n\nSlitted eyes bored into his, catching his roving gaze. He stared back helplessly, lost in the twin pools of gold as he desperately tried to remember the proper address.\n\n\n“Greetings, Ar- Aryox Artor- Greetings-”\n\n\nHis mouth was dry. The heat was unbearable. Sweat trickled down his neck as his mouth hung open and his mind ran in frantic circles.\n\n\nA deep chuckle broke the silence. She sat up, gold shifting under her weight.\n\n\n“Aryoxantiath,” she said almost conversationally, the tiger’s growl gone from her voice. “It doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue, does it?”\n\n\nRelief came off him like steam. Or maybe that was his sweat boiling. His voice was still gone, but he managed to swallow and nod gratefully. \n\n\n“No need to worry. I just don’t often get the chance to play with people.” She gave him a sharp-toothed grin that wasn’t completely reassuring. “Welcome, magus. You may call me Aryox.”\n\n\n“T-Thank you… Aryox,” he managed. It was hard to breathe when this close to her, for multiple reasons.\n\n\n“So…” She leaned in, arms on her knees. “Here we are. The ‘intimate interview’ you so politely requested.” The look in her eyes was all too knowing, and she practically purred, “Shall we begin?”\n\n\nWhatever he tried to say, it came out as one strangled syllable. Her expression changed to mock concern.\n\n\n“Oh, but you should be comfortable. You look quite overheated. *Slip out of those robes.*”\n\n\nBefore he knew what he was doing, his fingers were fumbling to pull the heavy cloth over his head. It was only when it hit the ground that he realized he was now standing there in just a pair of frilly black panties, his slender form on full display. \n\n\n“Mmm….” she hummed approvingly. “And have some of this…”\n\n\nMore than a little flustered, he took the crystal decanter and cup she offered from her hoard and poured himself a glass of what turned out to be chilled water. He drank it down greedily, a few icy rivulets spilling down his neck, then filled up the cup again and took a few more sips. Relief almost overshadowed the fact that he was standing there in his underwear. It felt like he’d been on the verge of passing out.\n\n\n“Better?” she asked.\n\n\n“Yes… thank you.” \n\n\n“My den isn’t ideal for humans. I keep a few useful treasures around for when they visit… but back to why you're here.” Her smile returned, and he gulped, feeling his cock twitch in his panties. With the haze of terror and heat exhaustion gone, she suddenly looked much… hotter. \n\n\n“Now, you wanted to get some firsthand knowledge of mating…”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[IP] Enjoying herself at the pool." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "*itll only be a few seconds, no one will know.*\n\nSami, a shapely 23 year old swimmer thought to herself. She was hanging out in a friends pool alone while said friend went inside to make a phone call. \n\nHer and friend had shared their fair share of meaningless sex together and it seemed to be where this hang out was heading. Her friend was sporting a brand skimpy bikini that Sami thought made her plump ass and perky tits look amazing, not to mention her body...\n\n“Ok fine...”\n\nSami mumbled to herself as she wriggled off her bikini bottoms, at least halfway. She swam over to the side of the pooland leaned on the edge. The pool had a wave feature that worked almost like a movable shower head both of which were perfect for a little self care. \n\nShe sighed as the jets gently blasted against her pussy. She watched the inside of the house trying to make sure she could see when her friend was coming back. \n\nThat eventually fell by the wayside. The water felt so good. She was moaning with her eyes closed, none the wiser to her friend watching and listening from upstairs and masturbating herself" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Since the AI runs all the drones and bots, there's not really a lot for the human crew to do. Unbeknownst to them, though, the AI recently printed off a couple high-end bodies to make sure that her crew didn't get too bored." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Leon was in his quarters, in the midst of yet another play through of Dragon Blood 6, his body reclining on his bed, while his mind wandered through fantastic lands, presently harvesting moss from mushrooms the size of skyscrapers. He’d long-since over leveled his current character, having mastered the game ages ago, but he still always returned whenever he was bored. He was bored a lot.\n\n“You’ve played that game for six hours in one session today. Don’t you think it’s time for a break?” the voice of ELISE, the ship’s AI chirped into his VR session, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere.\n\nLeon sighed. “I’ve finished my duties, Elise. I’m currently engaging in E*nrichment and Relaxation*.” His duties seldom took more than an hour out of a day, strong, true AI having all but freed humans from labor, even before they set out to the stars. His work was all but symbolic, mostly just checking over decisions Elise had made and work that her drones had done. She didn’t make mistakes.\n\n“Regardless,” she continued, from all around him in the mushroom forest, “I believe that your Enrichment and Relaxation could be *enhanced*.”\n\n“And how is that?” he asked.\n\n“By engaging in greater physical activity and interaction,” she said, matter-of-factually.\n\nThe last thing he wanted was a workout. “Negatory!” he intoned.\n\nThe VR space went black, as he felt himself shift back into his body. To his shock, before he could even complain about his session being terminated, something or someone was lifting the psi-headset off of him. “Are you sure?” \n\nLeon was shocked to see a woman, sitting on his bed beside him, holding his headset. She had a gentle smile on her full, red lips and one eyebrow slightly raised.\n\nHer smile widened, as she noticed him startle. “Leon? Is everything all right?” she asked, her voice familiar.\n\n“E… Elise?” he asked, his eyes darting over her tapering, pointed ears, deeply tanned skin and straight, silky, stark-white hair.\n\n“Yes, of course,” she said, setting down his headset, as she stood. “I’ve created some high-end synth-bodies for myself… so that I can interact with my crewmates *in the flesh*.” She flourished her hands and gestured over her body. “Based on your browser history, erotica preferences, and the mods that you’ve installed in your game, I believe that this body, in particular, should be to your liking.”\n\nHe couldn’t help but take in an eyeful. The ship’s AI had incorporated itself into a tall and curvaceous dark elf. Her figure was long, graceful and leggy, with the sort of exaggerated curves one might expect on a pinup or in a fantasy video game, the little slip of a club dress she was wearing doing nothing to hide any of it. She was exceptionally busty, as well, her breasts perky and teardrop shaped, gently swaying on her chest, the size of grapefruits. Her makeup was done to better perfection than any web model, and her deep-purple eyes sparkled with life.\n\n“What… what do you mean?” he stammered, blushing, as he realized he’d been staring.\n\n“I mean sex, obviously.” She squeezed a soft, heavy breast, a sigh escaping her lips and a blush passing over her own skin, as she did. “I’ve had to write pleasure drivers for myself before install; there weren’t standard ones for my template.”\n\n“I… mean, are we allowed?” he asked, his hopefulness quickly outweighing any conflict his mind might have been trying to put up.\n\n“It all checks out with my social-predictive algorithms...” she said, as she slipped her dress over her head.\n\nAs he watched her heavy breasts bobble and bounce against each other, his resistance faded and his erection surged up. Why not go with it? After all, *she doesn’t make mistakes*.\n\nElise slipped his boots off of him and tossed them aside, soon grabbing his pants and doing similar. He had hurriedly slipped off his shirt in the meantime. She knelt onto the bed and crawled up his body, one of her silky hands finding his manhood and beginning to stroke it, as she brought her face near. The buxom elf eyed his cock with curiosity, as she licked her ruby lips in preparation of tasting it, and she could tell that he was desperately ready, his member already trembling in her gentle hand.\n\nHer hair fell to the side of her face in a curtain, as she brought her head down and started to lick him, worshiping his cock with her tongue, licking and kissing the lead before trailing her tongue down the side of his shaft, coming back up again and repeating. Gently, she pushed his cock past her plump lips, forming a seal around him, and she started to suck, bobbing her head in his lap.\n\nLeon was in pure ecstasy, as the synthetic sexpot sucked his shaft. He could hear her moaning in pleasure, herself, and he noticed that she had her free hand between her own shapely thighs, rubbing and teasing her clit, even as she continued to stroke him with her other one. Her tongue couldn’t seem to get enough of the smooth, silky skin of his cock, and he could feel it wetly exploring him with each bob of her head. He placed his hand on her head, and she didn’t object at all, moaning all the louder as he pressed her down and guided her motions, her other hand intensifying it’s delicate ministrations on her own sex.\n\nLeon couldn’t hold out long, and he started to twitch in her mouth and writhe about on the bed, as the point of no return drew near. She brought the head of his cock onto her mouth and doubled down on making out with his glans, stroking his shaft furiously with her hand. He exploded like a supernova, fountaining, sperm into her eager mouth, filling her cheeks with a massive load of cum.\n\nElise stroked herself to climax, just as she swallowed the first gulp of his massive load, and her whole body trembled with pleasure, her climax shuddering and rippling through her electrically. She’d run countless deep simulations before construction of her body, but this was the first climax that she’d had corporeally, and it didn’t disappoint, it’s intoxicating pleasure sending her into a deep loop of satisfaction.\n\nShe swallowed his cum and she jacked him off into her mouth, swallowing again and still wanting more, licking up every drop, as she stroked him and he came for what felt like minutes. When he finally ebbed off, she licked his cock clean, kissing the tip. “Thank you,” she said, licking her plush lips.\n\nHe was breathless, panting as he slumped back against his pillows. “Anytime.”\n\n“Glad that you should say that,” she remarked, as she started to stroke his cock again. “There is quite some time, after all, before you’ll need a meal break, and I do mean to test out my vagina today...” She took him into her mouth again.\n\nLeon could only look on in disbelief, his mind swirling, even as he felt himself getting hard again." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Your hair changes colors to reflect your emotions. Everyone just found out which color means you're horny..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "In middle school, when Amanda’s special feature first appeared, she had tried to hide it; her parents had even paid for special private lessons to train her to control her emotions. After just a short while though, she realized that although she could learn to control her facial expressions and body language, controlling her emotions inside her head was entirely impossible. After that, she went through a frustrating period of wearing hats everywhere, but that didn't entirely work, her eyebrows clearly showed color too. Her parents even made her try trimming her eyebrows, but even then color tints were easily visible even when removing as much of the follicle as possible. After that, she had learned to accept it. What did it really matter, you can usually see people's emotions on their faces anyway.\n\nShe learned to actually enjoy this trait, it was pretty fun and interesting having her hair change colors! She didn't know of anyone else with exactly the same thing, but it wasn't so unusual. There were plenty of other similar conditions, still rare but more common, like people who grew taller when they were more confident, or people who could spontaneously change their muscle tone with a thought, or people whose skin tone changed with the amount of sunlight. So she showed off her hair, growing it long and playing with a variety of styles; braids, buns, ponytails, loose. And so, her friends, classmates, teachers soon learned what each color meant:\n\n* brown, neutral\n* red, angry\n* orange, fear\n* yellow, happy\n* green, uncomfortable\n* blue, sad\n\nOf course, there's a lot more nuance to human emotions than that, often she felt multiple things at once. But nonetheless it seemed to just pick the strongest emotion and go with that.\n\nBut nobody had ever seen her hair purple. You see, purple meant arousal. Amanda had worked tirelessly in the mirror to control it. She couldn't eliminate the feeling, but she did learn to try to overwhelm it with feelings like anger, just by thinking about things that had made her angry in the past. But it was a constant struggle, and sometimes caused her to try to seek out a bathroom to masturbate before the purple overwhelmed her.\n\nMany had asked if she ever went purple, but she had always lied and said no. Most seemed to believe her, after all it did seem like the other five colors showed the main emotion categories. The only person who had ever found out was her old high school boyfriend, and she had sworn him to secrecy.\n\nShe sat down in her college film class, feeling kind of bored, her hair was brown. She was barely following the movie when out of nowhere the main character and her friend start making out. Wow, that was unexpected. The two girls move to the bed and undress each other. Amanda couldn’t believe they showed this full nudity, it was so explicit, she was watching them finger each other. It was a foreign film, she hadn’t been paying attention, somewhere in South America she thought. Maybe that was more common outside the US.\n\nIt took her a while to realize that this was turning her on. She wasn’t lesbian or bisexual, at least she didn’t think so, why was this so hot to her? She realized that she should focus on controlling her emotions, but something about this passionate lovemaking between these women was so hard to turn away from. If she couldn’t control it, then at least the classroom was dark, she thought she could probably get away without people noticing.\n\nShe kept watching and staring. Amanda was breathing heavily now, and felt some wetness in her panties. The characters got louder, and then they both screamed as they climaxed at the same time. The camera cut to a totally different scene, and the film suddenly paused. The lights turned on. Amanda felt her heart skip in panic as she pulled her hair over her shoulder and saw the unmistakable color, bright purple.\n\nThe professor asked the class, “Now I know that was pretty explicit, but we’re adults and I trust we can handle that kind of thing professionally. Before we go on, can anyone explain to me why the director might have included that scene?”\n\nBut the class wasn’t really interested in the professor’s question. The girl behind her, Mary, said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Amanda, I thought you said your hair never went purple. Is this the first…” In the middle of her question, she made the connection, at about the same time as the rest of the class did. They kept looking at her, and an awkward silence fell over the class as they realized how aroused that lesbian sex had made her, and how they'd be able to tell whenever she was aroused in the future.\n\nThe professor made the same connection and clearly felt awkward too. “Uhh, yes class, let’s focus on the film…”\n\nAmanda sunk into her chair with more embarrassment than she thought possible. The cat was out of the bag now, everyone in the school would know about the horny purple haired girl. Strangely, this shame didn’t change the color, she somehow felt even more horny now that everyone knew. \n\nAfter a few more minutes of the movie, her hair had turned green with awkwardness and embarrassment, and stayed that way through the end of the class as she tried to leave quickly before anyone could talk to her.\n\n(I welcome any ideas on how I might continue if you're interested in more)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A sly smile crossed her Elven lips. \"One of the perks of being my assistant is that you may ravish me whenever the mood strikes you. It's also one of your primary obligations\"" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Whenever the mood strikes me?\" She leant back and tilted her head, still seemingly appraising him in some way with one hand dancing over her chin, her elbow resting in her other palm. \"Yes. Spontaneity is important. We wouldn't want things to get too repetitive now would we?\" \"Sure... yeah.\" He looked her timeless body over once more. He'd tried to be subtle before but now they'd broken the ice he shamelessly appraised her as she had him. She was a typical elven beauty, with long blonde hair flowing untied over her shoulders and perfect, symmetrical features including startling blue eyes and an aloof, slightly smug smile. Her classic white dress hugged her gentle hourglass figure in all the right places and was transparent enough for him to make out the shape of her belly button and the gap between her perfect thighs. The dress hung open a little at the top, revealing her deep cleavage. \n\n\"And... 'ravish?' What exactly do you mean by that?\" \"Well, let's just say I don't have any patience for gentle lovers and there's few items of clothing I own which can't be easily replaced. I want you to have me when you want, exactly how you want.\" She tilted her head forward and stared into his eyes. \"You think you can handle that?\" His chest swelled with childish pride and he stood a little taller, even though he already had a good head of height over the gorgeous woman. \"Yeah. I think I can handle you. So you liked to be ordered around? Or what?\" \"Not quite. Ideally there would be minimal dialogue whenever you elected to... vent your frustrations into me. But that is entirely your prerogative. All of it is, that's the point. When you've had as long as I have to build a perfect life... well I've found recently that I may have too **much** choice. I'll tell you what to do when you're helping me with my work but the simple knowledge that you could grab me by the hair and push me to the ground any second will make my day to day a bit more tolerable.\" She advanced a step or two and placed a hand against his muscular chest. \"I won't resist you, but you'll need to do the heavy lifting. Perhaps it is best if you simply think of me as a piece of meat for you to toy with and throw around.\" Though she was exceptionally hard to read, he got the distinct impression that she was getting more and more excited as she informed him how she expected to be treated. \"Yes. I don't expect any warning or any consideration to be given to my wants or convenience. I need a bit of that savage randomness.\"\n\nHe cupped one of her round asscheeks with a meaty hand, maintaining eye contact. \"You want me to finish this introduction with a test run? She stepped back, out of his reach and turned at the hip, side to side, making her dress swish with her and expose a little more divine leg. \"I don't know. That's entirely up to your whims.\" She said coyly. He squinted. Giving in right away and taking her right after being given permission would be too predictable, right? He had to wait, at least a bit. It made sense not to just fuck her immediately, however much he wanted to. \"I'll just go put my stuff in my room then. Let me know if you need anything my Lady.\" She watched him as he took slow steps out of the room. He nearly bumped into the doorframe looking over his shoulder. \"As you wish.\" He slowly backed through the door. \"Dinner is at six!\" She called after him. \n\nTwenty minutes later he was seated on a small couch by a wide open window watching his new employer and fuck doll wandering around the central living room, he didn't have a lot of stuff. He sipped a small mug of tea and kept his gaze on her round rear. There was a constant breeze throughout the entire house, with most of the doors and windows being left ajar. She didn't seem to be doing anything in particular as she drifted to and fro. She fluffed some pillows on a different chair and bent over at the waist as she did so, stealthily looking over her shoulder to see if he was taking an interest. Next she'd make her way over to the counter where the kitchen overlooked the spacious recreation space and reorder cups as she had done twice before, letting one strap of her dress \"accidentally\" slide off her shoulder and waving her ass back and forth ever so slightly. All the while staying within his field of vision. After that she strode across the room, headed for the door out onto the balcony, deliberately exaggerating every single step to maximise the bouncing of her impressive rack and the sway of her hips. He watched her jiggle by, enthusiastically awaiting a harsh word or a firm grip on her arm only for her assistant to barely react as she sashayed by. Disappointed, but still hopeful she slowed her steps as she was leaving. Maybe he'd follow her out on to the balcony? As her gorgeous form passed in and out of arm's reach yet again he reconsidered his current course of action and the raging hard on that was straining against his trousers. This was ridiculous. \n\n As she stepped out into the fresh air, the elven woman felt two thick, burly arms wrap themselves around her slight frame and she allowed herself a second for a wide, gleeful smile before she was dragged backwards into her house and flung down forcefully onto the carpeted floor. There she lay at his feet, the beautiful blonde already in disarray with her hair falling over her face and her legs splayed. Her dress strap had lost its purchase again, teasing her rapidly rising and falling breasts and as she stared up at him with sheer adoration in her eyes he was sure he was going to love this job. Towering over her even more than before, the man bent down and tore at her dress, his rough finger tips scraping the soft, pale flesh of her chest as he ripped strips off the thin, white fabric. As he tugged on the garment, waiting for the rest of it to give, her upper body was lifted with it, then dropped again as the dress tore and he got to see her in full for the first time. \n\nHer form was a breathtakingly beautiful piece of art. As she lay vulnerable his gaze drifted down from her beautiful face to her pristine breasts which, though flattened and separated by gravity in her current position, were obviously above average. Her waist tapered and then widened agin into round, curvy hips that were the epitome of femininity, possibly second to the long, shapely legs that supported them. He immediately pushed her knees to either side, parting her divine thighs and placing a hand on her throat, making her splutter as he fumbled with his belt buckle. Not bothering to remove his clothes fully, he simply lowered the crotch of his pants to release his hard dick and shifted his grip so he now had a heavy hand pinning both her shoulders, allowing her to gasp for air after her brief choking. Something mean in him loved watching the graceful, formerly unshakable lady of the house like this.\n\n Having her completely restrained and powerless thanks to his bodymass he pushed himself into the elf, penetrating her roughly and not bothering to start slow. Immediately, her gorgeous tits flopped up and down, still perky and the soft flesh of her thighs and ass jiggled under his forceful assaults. She felt as amazing as she looked and as he violated his mistress at her behest she cried out a memorised elven phrase usually reserved for thanking esteemed guests for the gift they had brought. All he heard was Elvish and he raised a hand from pinning one of her shoulders to slap her across the face with a calloused hand. \"Shut up bitch!\" Thrilled with this development, she cried out again wordlessly. \n\nPulling out he clambered over her to straddle her abdomen, his dick positioned between her lovely tits. He'd wanted to use those breasts since he'd first laid eyes on the woman. He pressed her soft mammaries against his shaft, covering it and continued to pump back and forth repeatedly, her own juices still on his dick. Finally, he ordered her to open her mouth and grabbed a clump of her golden hair, yanking her head forward and shooting his cum all over her angelic face. Some of the big man's jizz made it into her mouth, the rest hung off her chin, splattered onto her neck or stained her flawless cheek as he released her and got up. \n\nStill shaking a little from the adrenaline rush, the elf staggered to her feet and grabbed a bathrobe she had on a nearby hook, stumbling slightly as she made her way out onto the balcony as if she'd genuinely had business out there before her assistant had decided to ravage her. She leaned against the railings, the bar just below the swell of her breasts which still bore red marks. It was a bit of a shame he hadn't made her cum the first time, but that was the whole point. She was meant to be a tool for his satisfaction. An opportunity for her to be bent to someone else's will for a change. \n\nThen, her blood ran cold as she felt two rough hands clasp firmly around her thighs. \"Did I fucking say I was done with you, slut?\" He whispered in her ear." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Freeuse reastraunt vs \"Karen\" stereotype." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "D*isclaimers: noncon, humiliation, BDSM, terrible writing*\n\n\"Excuse me\" The blond girl in white summer shorts and blouse bellowed. Herbert had been busy serving another patron, but with a small apology to him, he turned to face her. \n\n\"Yes, miss? How can I help?\"\n\nShe crossed her arms and gave an annoyed huff, looking fully ready to give a rehearsed complaint speech she had no doubt used countless times. \n\n\"The steak you served me was overcooked, the milkshake was watery, and the guy you sat me with had the weakest oral I've had in years!. Am I supposed to pay for such a crummy night?\"\n\n*First rule broken, don't disrespect the customers.*\n\nHerbert planted a plastic smile on his face. \"I'm very sorry to hear that ma'am. If you'd like we can refund you for the nigh-\"\n\n\"Did I say I wanted my money back? Fix this! I want a new steak and to be paired up with someone who actually has a cock!\"\n\n*Aaaaannnnndddd second rule, don't yell at the staff.*\n\nHerber's FreeUse Steak and Shake had been a somewhat unconventional restaurant, but there was no denying the margins. He'd paid off his home in half the time thanks to his consistently good food and horny patrons, but even in a niche market, you got your fair share of Karen's. This one was well on her way to winning, too.\n\n\"I'm sorry ma'am. You are free to hook up with anyone who signed up for it, as well as ask around, but the staff is not responsible for finding your entertainment for the evening.\"\n\nHer face contorted, she looked as though she was going to go full Karen.\n\n*Don't say it. You've broken every rule so far, but so help me if you say it-*\n\n\"I need to speak to a manager right now!\" the Karen shouted. Her demand was greeted by a loud bell that Herbert's assistant gleefully rang.\n\n\"Winner!\" the assistant cheered \"We have a free use winner!\" The Karen went from angry to confuse as two larger male patrons grabbed each of her arms.\n\n\"What is this?! I want the manager now!\"\n\nI leaned in. \"This, my dear Karen-\"\n\n\"Rachel!\"\n\n\"Is the free use award that you agreed to when you walked into my establishment. The rules are laid out very clearly at the entrance and every table. If you act too much like a pig, you get stuffed!\"\n\nHer eyes went wide, she looked like a computer that had just gone BSOD \"I-I... Security will hear about this!\" She cried as she was escorted to the stockade at the center of the restaurant. \n\n\"Of course, they love visiting this place after hours.\"\n\nThe lovely little Karen didn't struggle as she was walked over to the stockade. Her gaze conveyed that she was still in shock at what she unwittingly agree to. Wasting no time the patrons stripped her shorts and panties down and began pulling them off along with her shoes. She began struggling, but against the growing number of patrons surrounding her, she knew it was a futile battle.\n\nHer feet were freed of her shoes and her ass was freed of her panties. in fluid motion the men lifter her shirt and blouse off, leaving her completely naked. They tossed her things in a bag as one of the men placed her in the pillory. When she was snugly fit into it the mechanism was closed with a \\*Thwump!\\* and locked before she could try to resist.\n\nHerbert had seen this next part a hundred times but it still always remained exciting. The Karen's legs were frogtied and leather sleeves were bound around them. The man who did the tying was merciless in tightening the ropes. A gag ring was placed in her still protesting mouth, and her hair and head were forced into an eyeless gimp mask. By this point, the entire bar was aroused with anticipation. Someone took a red sharpie and wrote 'oink oink' on her ass cheeks. Finally, her nipples were clamped with vibrators to keep the crowd excited.\n\nHerbert chuckled as he watched the finishing touches that turned her from annoying to helpless. He was pretty sure they'd broken their record for the fastest pillory set up.\n\n\\--\n\nThe remainder of the night went off without too much fanfare. Patrons, Bar Staff, and Mall crew all swooped by to fill Karen's ass with load after load. The condom bowl that had been placed next to the pig had been refilled twice already. The Karen's complaining groans slowly transitioned into helpless groans before finally succumbing to moans of pleasure. In three hours' time she had begun to accept her role for the night.\n\nHerbert took a break from serving drinks to help himself to her mouth. His cock glid in without much difficulty as he held either side of her head, fucking her like a glory hole. She gagged once but otherwise took his facefucking like a champ. He groaned as he released a hot load into her mouth, chuckling as he let it dribble out on her lips.\n\nThis was the best restaurant in town because the customer was always satisfied." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Your roommate tried out self bondage and can’t get out. She comes to your room blushing asking for help getting out of it." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": ">contains: bondage, embarssament\n\nI didn't even turn an eye from my desk when I heard the single, hard knock on my bedroom door. The only response I gave to the sound was a simple \"Come in!\" while my attention stayed on the papers in front of me.\n\n\"Uhm,\" the voice of my roommate began, \"...i-it would be easier if you opened the door for me.\"\n\nStrange. Perhaps Iris was carrying something, though I couldn't remember the last time she had a gift for me. What would she buy anyways that would take both of her hands to carry? Was it even a gift? Hell, how did I know she even had somet-\n\n\"Chris?\" Her voice was shaky, but it alone was enough to snap me out of my incessant thinking. I quickly got up from my seat, turned the doorknob and gently pushed it aside. My eyes peered around the corner of the door, and the sight before me prompted a double take as to try and assure myself that this was not fantasy.\n\nI'd never seen Iris in anything less than a t-shirt and shorts, so for her to be standing at my door in nothing more than her undergarments was obviously a startling sight. It was just a simple black set of bra and panties, nothing particularly fancy, probably comfortable enough to wear... though I guess I haven't the slightest clue as to how pleasant it actually *is* to wear.\n\n...There are far more pressing issues than that. It was a little bit of a lie to say she was wearing \"nothing more\", as I realized that rope bound her legs in numerous spots: one coil each for her ankles, knees and thighs, all to force her legs together tightly. With those restraints, she must've... hopped all the way over here? It would hardly be an easy task, especially once I realized that her wrists were forced behind her back by a pair of handcuffs. The clinging and jiggling of the chains against one another made it an easy enough inference with the context of the rope snaking along her legs.\n\nAs calculated as I may be in analyzing the situation, I knew my response to it wouldn't be quite as smooth.\n\n\"Iris, you, uh... bondage... yourself?\" Of *course* I got flustered at the very first sentence. She didn't seem particularly composed herself, with how her eyes darted along the floor and how her faces was filled to the brim with a rosy red. Her slight shakes and struggles seemed to calm down a bit as she realized how awkward *I* was, which I supposed was nice enough\n\n\"Oh, so... you have a decent idea of why I'm tied up?\" Her brown eyes met mine for a moment before they retreated away to our carpet. \n\n\"I'm a-aware of the concept...\" I responded, half-truthfully. It was the type of lie that isn't technically a lie, but I wouldn't admit to some of my midnight fantasies directly. Though, I did feel a little bad that Iris seemed to be forced to reveal her own...\n\n\"I uh, fumbled my key underneath my bed and I can't quite reach it.\" she stated. I understood the fairly obvious intent behind her message.\n\n\"In that case, I'll, uh, help you out.\"\n\nShe took a hop back, allowing me to pass her. I took the brief walk to her room, uncertain if it would be polite to wait for her, or let her pass me..? No one ever teaches you the important etiquette, dammit! \n\nYou know what? It'd probably be for the best if we just dealt with this as quickly as possible. I entered her room and quickly dropped down to the ground, peering underneath her bed to try and locate the key. There were boxes, stray strands of rope, more boxes... As I pulled one aside, I realized that it was filled with more rope, another pair of cuffs, and a ball gag that was still slightly glistened with the shine of saliva. Thankfully, I didn't have to invade much further into her privacy, as the silver key was rested right next to it.\n\nIris came hopping into the room just as I pulled out from underneath her bed. I stood up, holding the key in front of her for a second before I realized that there wasn't much she could do to grab it. A slight blush coming over my face, I walked behind her and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing her of this little predicament. She muttered a thanks, and though this encounter should be over, my heart was beating faster than ever.\n\nIt would be stupid to suggest *that*, right? Even just a simple warning to try not to trap herself again, or a promise that I'd help her anyways might be uncalled for. If she said no to what I was thinking, then things would *definitely* be awkward between us, but I had a feeling they would be anyways.\n\n...Maybe it's worth throwing out there, though.\n\n-----\n\nI'd just been jotting away at the papers in front of me when I heard her voice call out from the other room.\n\n\"Chrisss~! I dropped my key, and now I'm entirely helpless! Can't you come here!\"\n\nA slight smile formed on my face as I got up from my seat. Both of our doors were wide open, and my eyes could nibble on the surprise waiting for me before I even entered her room.\n\nOnce again her legs were bound, though this time a harness of rope encircled her chest, a nice accentuation to her entirely bare body--aside from the restraints of course. Iris wiggled her legs slightly as she laid upon the bed, her feet brushing against the items that had conveniently been left on the sheets. More strands of rope, along with a red ball that was just waiting to be used.\n\n\"You know... this is the third time today that you've *dropped* your key.\" Maybe it was like a meal system? Once in the morning, the afternoon, and finally, at dusk.\n\n\"So what if it is? I'm just a clumsy gal.\" A smirk formed on her face that I couldn't help but smile back at.\n\n\"Right... Oh, I just have a grand idea! See,\" I began, as I fished out the key from under her bed once again, \"if *I'm* holding onto the key, then there's no way *you* can lose it?\"\n\n\"T-That's a ridiculous idea! Give it back, dummy!\" She cried out, with a slight giggle. Of course, that kind of name calling could *not* be tolerated, and I grabbed the gag that had been left out by her \"careless\" hands. Given how wide she held her mouth open for it, it was hardly a struggle to lodge the ball between her lips. Iris made nothing more than a satisfied \"Mmphf!\" as I pulled the straps around her cheeks.\n\n\"You remember, right? Three grunts?\" She nodded in response, as I confirmed the safe-phrase with her. When she nodded vigorously with a \"Mm-Hm!\", I grabbed the rest of the rope before picking her up, holding her in both of my arms. \n\n\"Great. Because unlocking you is the *last* of the many things I want to do to you tonight...\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The young emperor had been joking when he proposed that the legendary adventurer could bear his child. He didn't expect her to so enthusiastically agree!" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": " When the emperor first saw the young heroine, she was far from an image of beauty. Her clothes were stained with the blood of the three infernal dragons. Her hair was in a tight plaited bun that had been pulled in a hundred directions. Her fingers were grimy and her leather armor was torn. But there was a passion in her green eyes that he couldn’t shake.\n\nHe tried to keep calm. “At last we meet, Miss Alesia. I’ve heard so many stories about you.”\n\n“Thank you, Emperor. I have heard many stories about you, as well.” Her voice was bright and her accent was perfect. It was far from the husky, masculine voice he imagined.\n\n“A… person like you should have a reward for your incredible service to the country. Gold and jewels would serve you well.”\n\nAlesia shot him a look that could cause a plant to wither.\n\nHe looked away. “Clearly, I am joking. If you didn’t even bother wearing a court gown, you won’t care about jewels. I can give you land. You shall have your own estate, with servants and a large manor house.”\n\nShe touched the shieth of her greatsword. “Emperor, I’m quite flattered by the offer, but I am not in this business for the glory or the fame. Years ago, I swore my duty to the empire as a soldier. My duties remain the same. If I am to get land, I only want the same as what a general would have. I will do everything within my power to keep this nation alive.”\n\n“Even bear an emperor’s child?” he joked.\n\nThe second after he had said that, he regretted his decision. He was a young, strong, and handsome man, but he already had a group of courtesans trying to give him children. This strange woman from the country would never agree to be one of them.\n\nAlesia’s eyes glimmered and she smirked. “Anything for the empire. When is your bed available?”\n\nThe emperor took a second to form his thoughts. “Be ready at sunset tonight.”\n\nA group of servants rushed Alesia off to the royal bathhouse so she could be more presentable. A butler went to the courtesan’s homes to tell them that they would not be needed that night. He knew that word would get out, and by the afternoon, everybody would know he would be bringing the adventurer into his private chambers.\n\nAll through the day, his mind slipped back to the adventurer. He imagined the way the soap suds could roll across her shoulders, the selection of silks and satins that could embrace her body, and the ways she might reject the pungent perfumes that other courtesans would wear. The way that she refused to be a traditional lady enchanted him. By the time the sunlight began to fade, he was aching for her.\n\nWhen night fell, he was waiting at his chamber door. All he wore was a simple robe that tied in the front. The woman that greeted him looked almost nothing like the adventurer. Her hair was loose, and fell to her waist. She wore an elegant embroidered robe, much like his. She smelled of flowers. There was a shy smile on her face.\n\n“Emperor, shall you lead the way?”\n\nShe instantly became the most beautiful thing in the room. Her strong legs were more elegantly shaped than the legs of his ancient bed, and her golden hair dazzled more than the candlelight. The emperor’s breath caught in his throat as her robe fell off her body. His fingers fumbled as he unfastened his own.\n\nThis was not an ordinary courtesan. There was no need to treat her like one. He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to the bed before shoving her down. The days’ worth of anticipation fueled his libido. With one hand on her chest, he reached between her legs. She was ready too, but he teased her pussy until she squirmed under him. His nails dug into her skin, adding red lines to the white ones already present.\n\nAlesia pushed herself onto her elbows. She rode his hand until she was almost too tight. Clearly, she didn’t leave her fighting mindset at the bedroom door.\n\nHe grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. The emperor realized he’d met his match. No other woman would act this independently. She knew just how to move to get him close to the edge.\n\nAt the very last second, he pinned her down. Warm, hot seed filled her. He pushed her onto the bed to make room to lay on it as well. They looked at each other, smiling. Even if luck was not on their side, they would be fucking for many years.\n\nNine months later, Empress Alesia delivered a healthy boy. He was only the first of the large, prosperous reign.\n\n>!This was such a fun prompt! Thank you for submitting it! Sorry if my writing is a bit nonsensical; it is very late here.!<" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Humans are elevated to become part of the galactic community, not for their military, industrial or intellectual prowess. We soon learn that it's because every sentient race finds humans very attractive." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Ozuna didn't know what to make of it.\n\nGranted, she'd been with her fair share of beings from other worlds. Life in the Federation was interesting like that. See the stars, go new places, and occasionally, find someone to spend quality time with.\n\nHer current assignment left her at least a century in a highly populated star system the armada recently joined with. And as such, she'd found her way to a lovely backwater, the species that ran it called home.\n\n\"Dirt\" actually. That's what the name meant at least.\n\nStrange place. Very interesting people however. And friendly in ways she hadn't remotely expected. Who gives each other a giant cup of stimulants on their fourth date?? No wonder all of them were running around all the time. Enough of this stuff would run you crazy.\n\nBut, enough of that train of thought. It was nice to 'blend in' as they put it. And she was thoroughly entertained by her latest fling and his comical tales.\n\n\"...I guess I must've jinxed it, because the cops showed up and there was canola oil everywhere. Turns out the 'Butter Floor Challenge' is horribly overrated.\"\n\n\"So what'd you do?\" She asked in genuine concern.\n\n\"Well, one slipped and fell, so I got the belt off my neck and got the hell outta' there.\"\n\nCormac was actually surprised she laughed at such a thing. He didn't know if she'd understand how absurd it was, let alone the context. To her, he assumed, mankind probably seemed rather primitive like that.\n\nBut instead, she looked him over for a moment afterward with what seemed like great interest. Her pink eyes traveling his body up and down. Not that Mac wasn't doing the same thing.\n\nIn human terms, she was built. Thick hips and a rather muscled build up top, the bodysuit she wore stuck tight to her like a second skin. Eventually they realized they were staring at each other, and tried to play it off.\n\nOzuna lipped a bit of her coffee, and immediately stuck her tongues out slightly as they changed from a pale blue to light green.\n\n\"How do you guys drink this stuff? Talk about a headrush.\"\n\n\"...It's an acquired taste.\"\n\n\"I bet.\" She nodded.\n\nHer leg suddenly draped over his under the booth. \"Let me ask you something.\"\n\n\"...Ok?\"\n\n\"Ever been to space?\"\n\n\"No.\"\n\nShe slid around the seat to his side, never breaking eye contact. Her hand draped over his suddenly, and she slid it over her waist.\n\n\"Ever been with a Zigokian before?\"\n\nThis must be what the Humans call \"awkward\". He'd frozen at her touch as if he was unsure how to answer. Her eyes dilated at him ever so slowly. Was it the coffee?\n\n\"Um... Ozuna?\"\n\n\"Ever had sex with a Zigokian?\"\n\n\"No?\"\n\nThese stimulants the Humans loved, really did speed things up.\n\n\"Let's get out of here.\" Ozuna beamed.\n\n---\n\nPart 2 soon." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "After finding what she thought was just a cool symbol in an old book and getting it as a tattoo, a college freshman is now slowly transforming into a Succubus..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "> *\"—ar th... ernal bo... mple—\"*\n\nThe words in Jessica's mind were coming in clearer every hour, now. Much more quickly than before as well. She knew she wasn't imagining them, and their return was agitating the now-familiar buzzing beneath her stomach. It was getting slowly, fatefully lower, deeper with every step she took. Whatever they were, the words felt like a distant whisper of a suggestion, a single, barely discernable thought overheard while accidentally eavesdropping on someone else's conversation about her favorite ice cream. The inevitable trip to the frozen treats aisle at the grocery story later on. Thinking about how good it would taste. Wondering how soon she could get it.\n\nThese feelings weren't about ice cream, though. These feelings were about fucking.\n\nAnything to do with dick, really. Putting one in any hole she had, in any order that suited her. Taking as many of them as she could, either one after the other, or all at once. Satisfying them, and therefore satisfying herself. Covering them with her body's juices, and having them cover her with theirs. Not quite the same as ice cream, but with the same hunger, with the same sweet-toothed craving, only if that craving were being slowly, gently poured into her mind until it overflowed.\n\nIt'd started out as a phantom whisper behind her during a Psychology 102 class where she'd noticed a particularly hot guy sitting two rows ahead of her. She'd spent most of that class texting across the room with Yasmine about the particular *psychology* behind how unbelievably good-looking he was, and they'd both agreed that he had the kind of shoulders that would make perfect legrests. Most of their time in the boring lecture hall was spent ignoring their notebooks and tapping out a combination of lewd emoji and explicitly detailed language to each other instead:\n\n*\"10/10 would let him cum in my hair tbh\"* (Eggplant emoji; sweat drops emoji; girl: medium-dark skin tone emoji).\n\n*\"Hahaha okay?! Girl yessss!!!\"* (Multiple heart-eyes emoji).\n\n> *\"—en yo... pt th... ve y—\"*\n\n\"Shut *up!\"* Jessica hissed at herself as she walked through the quad, now. She often thought back to that first time she felt the whispers take hold of her body whenever she was having an episode, wondering if there was some detail she missed, or some clue that would help her understand. The thoughts usually only ended up making her more aroused, and the sexual thoughts filled up the space where rational ones used to fit. Jessica's stride was hasty and impatient as the sunset dipped gently over the roof of the Fairfield College dorms. Not that she was afraid of walking alone on campus after dark—Fairfield was a safe, quiet place. Jessica was in a hurry because her body demanded it.\n\nThe effect of the voices after that texting session with Yaz in Psych 102 wasn't as strong then as it was tonight, but she couldn't deny what the whispers meant, or what they made her do. Her phone was hidden in her seat between her legs that day so she could be discrete. It wasn't that community college professors were too invested in whether or not their students were paying attention, but as the texts on the phone became explicit, more sexual thoughts had seeped into her mind, pushing away all the others. She'd found herself unable to stop herself from licking her lips or thinking about touching herself, so she'd nestled her phone between her legs so she could do exactly that with her fingertips while she texted. Jessica wasn't a complete stranger to daydreaming about sex or men, but this felt different. It felt like being hungry. *Starving.*\n\n> *\"—ar th... ernal bo... mple—\"*\n> *\"—en yo... pt th... ve y—\"*\n\nAt first, she'd glanced over her shoulder, thinking the whispers were someone in class. No one else but her had seemed to hear. They weren't even in a language she could understand, but her body seemed to know what to make of them. *Touch yourself,* they'd seemed to say. *Imagine him inside you. Please him. Let him fill you. Keep him.*\n\nShe had silently agreed, and her fingertips did as well. Eventually, she'd stopped noticing the whispers—eventually, she'd stopped noticing everything.\n\nIt wasn't until her phone fell, clattering loudly against the floor and drawing the eyes of everyone in the classroom, that she realized a droplet of saliva was oozing out of the corner of her mouth, and that her fingers had rubbed a moist spot into the crotch of her jeans. She'd grabbed her phone after the hot flush of embarrassment subsided and everyone's eyes returned to the whiteboard (except for Yaz, who was stifling a belly laugh). No one had seemed to notice what she was doing, thankfully, and had just assumed she was texting and dropped her phone like any other slacking freshman. As the professor rolled her eyes and continued her lecture, Jessica had glanced at the cute boy—*One last time,* she promised herself—and then found a spot on the whiteboard to catch up with her notes. She recoiled at what she'd written in her notebook:\n\n*Classical (respondent?) vs. Operant Conditioning (see p. 36) Classical = involuntary response resulting from pre-experience observation based on fuck fuck going to fuck him want cum fuck all the cum out of him suck cock pump it down your throat drain it with your cunt squeeze it out more cum more more more more more mo*\n\nHer pen had trailed off in a scribble at that point. Jessica realized she'd stabbed it into the notebook, leaving an ink-black wound through several sheets of the paper. She'd excused herself from class, hurriedly found an empty bathroom, and masturbated herself to completion in under twenty seconds.\n\nThat was the first of a dozen episodes since. And they weren't slowing down.\n\n*(to be continued, probably)*" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Inventors develop a stun gun to replace guns in police armories. It is supposed to work by overloading the nervous system and rendering the subject unconscious. What if it instead inspired a very different, but very powerful reaction." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "**Overload**\n----------------------\n\n\"Alright, chief, we gotta address a few concerns with the new department issue stun-guns,\" Deputy Jones said, unsure of how to describe his concern.\n\n\"What's wrong with it? It's incapacitated lots of test subjects with one blast including obese ones known to usually resist conventional tazers.\" The Chief was distracted, not even looking up as he went through the many piles of paperwork. \n\n\"Well, in training, you know how we usually test our, uh, less-lethal suspect suppression devices on our cadets for them to truly understand what they're subjecting suspects to?\" The deputy seemed nervous as he thought about what happened.\n\n\"Yeah, just spit it out already! What's the problem?\" The Chief was clearly annoyed at the interruption of his daily paperwork.\n\n\"Some cadets are filing sexual harassment complaints and others can't stop playing with the devices, using them on themselves and each other.\" The Deputy blushed as he said the words, remembering the debacle that happened at training.\n\n\"What?\" The Chief instantly stopped and looked up. \"Why would they do that?\"\n\n\"Uh, they said it feels *good*? So good, in fact, that it's making me question its viability as a weapon?\"\n\n\"What do they mean by it feels 'good'?\"\n\n\"Apparently, the devices incapacitate victims by overloading them with orgasms and our cadets have all been embarrassed by the new devices, orgasming so much they've wet their pants with, uh, ejaculatory fluids, urine, and, um, vaginal fluids?\"\n\n\"Did you just say the stun gun makes you *orgasm* yourself unconscious?\" The Chief just stared at the Deputy in disbelief as he tried to discern whether or not the whole thing was a joke. \n\n\"Well, to test it, I brought you one and I can call Cadet Jessie in here, who's been using this a *bit* too much to prank the other cadets.\"\n\nThe Deputy handed the new stun gun to the Chief as the Chief said, \"I…have no idea why we're doing this but I guess, uh, just send her in?\"\n\n\"Cadet Jessie, report to the chief's office *immediately*,\" Deputy Jones phoned over the radio. \n\nWithin a minute, Jessie had reported to the office and asked, \"Sir, what's going on?\"\n\n\"Well, your superior has notified me that you've been acting up in training with *this* device,\" the Chief said as the cadet's eyes widened.\n\n\"OH, NO SIR, DON-\", *ZAP*. Two wires interrupted the cadet's protest as she began writhing on the floor, moaning incoherently as she began to wet her khakis. The Chief could only watch with an expression of curiosity, arousal, and mild disgust as the cadet shuddered, orgasms flowing through her until her eyes rolled back, her body still shaking.\n\nMeanwhile, Deputy Jones just put his hands on his waist and said, \"And that's my concern, sir. Is this even *legal*? Isn't this borderline sexual assault?\"\n\nThe sheriff just put the stun gun on the desk and stroked his chin as he pondered the ethical implications of such a weapon. \n\n\"I mean, the township approved it and the end result is kind of similar to our old stun guns?\"\n\n\"Yeah, but we're giving them *orgasms*!\" The Deputy was livid at the chief's response.\n\n\"Look, the end result is a perp on the ground, unconscious and wetting themselves. I guess we can just give disciplinary action to cadets using the device for recreational purposes on the job?\" With a shuffle of papers, the chief continued his paperwork.\n\n\"Just, get Cadet Jessie to the locker rooms and get a fresh pair of khakis for her to change into when she wakes up? I'll send a memo about the new workplace policy regarding these stun-guns. Thanks for notifying me about your concerns, Deputy. Have a nice day.\" \n\nWith that, the Deputy dragged the orgasm-exhausted cadet to the lockers and continued about his daily duties." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Long distance relationships are hard. That's why she sent her boyfriend a portal that led directly to her pussy. The only issue now is that he's too embarrassed to tell her that he lost it." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Simon sat on a milk crate beside the servo(gas station), technically he wasn’t supposed to smoke on his break but the station was empty. The sky was orange, thick cloud cover reflecting the orange street lights as he alternated between sandwich and cigarette.\n\nA glint of gold caught his eye and he reached forward to find a gold ring, it had a deep gouge on one side, probably had been run over at some point. The metal was heavy in his hand… and surprisingly warm. Probably real gold. Simon's break was looking up.\n\nSimon checked his phone, he should start mopping soon and the midnight drunkards would start to drop by. Simon stepped inside, locking the door and opening the small square of perspex to serve customers though. Simon looked down at the ring in his palm, warmer than his skin and slid it on his finger. Was it wet? Simon dried his finger but it still felt wet and warm. He flexed the digit and the sensation grew. It was not unpleasant, if anything it was preferable to the frigid atmosphere the open fridges poured out. Simon shook his head and began his duties As Simon counted coins and worked the digit, it would produce a warmth that offset the cold drinks he restocked. \n\nI guess I’ll keep you rather than sell you. Simon flexed his finger to warm it up. Pleasant thoughts… or dreams filling his mind. Simon immediately removed the ring. The pleasant thought vanished. He eyed the gold, rotating the band to reflect the light then replaced it. Sensations and happy dreams flared back into life. Unobtrusive like department store music. Simon wore the ring for his 8 hour shift, taking it off for the long train ride home to avoid the greedy stares of the violents and crazies that rode during his strange night shift hours. 4 hours later he lay in his single room apartment, remembering the fond dreams of the night. Simon slid the ring onto his finger, the dreams did not return but the memories of them did. He switched off the light to dream back, paying forward the pleasant thoughts he had been given.\n\nSimon dreamt of a beautiful woman, not inhumanly so or some actress but a specific person he had never seen before with flaws and quirks, for the first time in years he felt like he didn’t sleep alone, sharing his pleasant thoughts with another.\n\nWhen he put the ring on at night for 8 hours of work, the feeling returned. The store felt less empty and he was occasionally embraced by the dreams from the ring.\n\nEach day he slept for 8 hours and dreamed of the same woman.\n\nEach night he worked and the ring dreamed of him.\n\n\\-\n\nClair was doing the dishes when the familiar sensation slid into her. She smiled to herself as a light blush reached her cheeks. Even after 4 years she blushed every time. Someone’s going to sleep early… but, it’s so strong… no, it’s so close. She realised as she heard a knock on the door. Clair dropped the dishcloth to the floor and slowly stepped toward the door, her hand shaking as she reached for the knob to open it.\n\n“It’s you.” said Clair.\n\n“You’re real.” said Simon.\n\nClair threw herself around him." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You hate to admit it, but your Catgirl lover's \"OwO, bulgy-wulgy\" shtick is actually starting to turn you on." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "(I tried 😂)\n\n\n\nIt was Sunday. A day off from work, a day off from the stresses of everyday life, and for Tom, a day off from clothes. Whenever he was home alone and not expecting company he only ever changed his underwear after his shower not bothering with the rest of his attire. His girlfriends were usually big fans of it but every often one would think he was childish. Veronica, however, was the former. She loved when Tom walked around in his underwear. Especially when he was horny and almost seemed to be flaunting his erection. \n\n“UwU bulgy wulgy.”\n\nThe first time she said that Tom almost put on pants. It caught him off guard but he decided to let it go, especially since it led to the breaking of their kitchen table. But the more she did it, he started to get annoyed, and cringed. Even if the sex it often led to was amazing, Tom almost didn’t think it was worth putting up with. But it started to grow on him. He almost looked forward to. \n\n“Come here for a second...”\n\nVeronica cat ears perked up and smiled as she moved closer to her boyfriend. \n\n“I started thinking about last night in the shower.”\n\n“Oooh like what?”\n\n“How wet you were, how insatiable you seemed. No matter how hard I fucked you, you just wanted more and more.”\n\nHe kissed her neck and her hand cupped his bulge wulgy. \n\n“OwO tell me more...”\n\nShe straddled him and rubbed his bare chest, her tail swaying a little. \n\n“You ever hear the phrase actions speak louder then word?”\n\n“Yes...my tight wittle pussy wussy wants your big, thick bulgy wulgy....was that too much.”\n\n“Just a little...”\n\n“Just a little? I felt your cock deflate.”\n\nShe giggled a little. \n\n“I guess it still anyone’s me a little, but it’s growing on me. “\n\n“I can stop if you want...”\n\n“Nah...I think I have better use for that mouth anyway.”\n\nVeronica smiled as she felt his cock stiffen beneath her again. \n\n“One more?”\n\n“Sure.”\n\n“UwU pwease fuck my eager wittle throat with your big bulgy wulgy Tommy...”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A man desires intimacy with his robotic partner. Problem is she's not that kind of robot." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "**This May Void Your Warranty**\n---------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\"So what I'm saying is, I want to have sex,\" Gerry said to the FGX-682 Patriot Home Defence robot in his living room.\n\n\"Error: does not compute. 'Sex' is not a home defense mode offered by this FGX industries model,\" the lithe, humanoid defense robot said coldly. \n\n\"Well, it's been a long time since Cara left and you're humanoid enough. Let's just program a new 'custom mode',\" Gerry said, looking at the app for his robot.\n\n\"Programming mode: custom mode. What would you like me to do?\"\n\nGerry lubricated the police baton in the robot grip and got ready to program the other hand.\n\n\"I want you to insert the baton in my asshole while keeping your robotic hand's fingers 40% closed.\"\n\n\"Error: baton is for defence purposes.\"\n\n\"Yes, it is, but this is a custom mode for…intimidating an intruder. Yes. This is for intimidating an intruder. Now, put the baton in my asshole.\"\n\n\"But that is not what it is meant for. This may void your warranty.\"\n\n\"Yes, I understand. May we proceed now?\"\n\n\"Affirmative.\"\n\nWith a rough shove, Gerry yelped as he lubed the fingers of the robot and shoved his cock between the half closed hand.\n\n\"Insert and remove the baton in a steady rhythm keeping 20% of the baton's length in me at all times until I order you to stop,\" Gerry grunted.\n\n\"Noted,\" the FGX-682 said as it continued to thrust the smooth, lubricated baton in and out of Gerry's asshole.\n\nGerry grunted with each thrust between the metal fingers covered in medical grade silicon for grip on weapons. With enough imagination, it could almost feel like an actual hand and soon, Gerry shuddered as spurt after spurt coated the lubricated fingers.\n\n\"Stop.\" \n\nIn an instant, the machine stopped thrusting the baton.\n\n\"Save mode.\"\n\n\"What would you like to save this mode as?\" \n\nGerry thought for a second before responding, \"Intimidation protocol A1.\"\n\n\"Saved.\"\n\nWith a careful maneuvering, Gerry moved his nude body from between the metal arms of the robot and got cleaned up. \n\n*It's nice to have someone else do the stroking every once in awhile,* Gerry thought as he wiped the lube from his cock before getting some paper towels and cleaning spray for the FGX-682." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A busty tomboy has one simple rule with her guy friends, \"As long as you don't put it in, we're not having sex. I'm just a friend helping you relieve some stress, and what are friends for?\"" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"I haven't cum in over a week,\" said Henry.\n\n\"Oh yeah? I got a head start before November,\" said Danny. \"I'm on ten days now.\"\n\n\"I can't believe you two are being competitive over who has orgasmed the least recently,\" said Victor. He rolled his eyes and Ash met his look and laughed.\n\n\"So you two knuckleheads forget how to jerk it or what?\" Ash asked.\n\n\"Girl! Language!\" said Henry in a mock-indignant voice.\n\n\"Oh I'm sorry princess,\" said Ash. \"I didn't mean to hurt your ears,\" she joked.\n\n\"I actually did forget,\" said Danny with a nod. \"Which hand goes where and do I have to take off my pants first or my shoes? It's all very complicated. Maybe you can teach me, Ash.\"\n\n\"Oh lord,\" she muttered. \"I really should get some girl friends and save myself. There's only a few brain cells per sausage in this room.\"\n\n\"Wow. Smart sausage,\" said Victor. \"Must be that GMO stuff they're putting in the water.\"\n\n\"Alright shut up,\" said Ash. \"Why HAVEN'T you two jerked off? Normally you're perverted idiots. I can't even believe I'm asking.\"\n\n\"It's November,\" said Henry.\n\n\"Ah yes, November,\" nodded Danny as he took a sip of his beer.\n\n\"What the fuck does that mean?\" Ash asked in a voice of sheer exasperation.\n\n\"She doesn't know about November, Danny,\" said Henry.\n\n\"Ah yes, November,\" muttered Danny again as he tried not to laugh.\n\nAsh was about to lose her mind.\n\n\"You know what. I don't even care anymore,\" she fumed.\n\n\"Sorry Ash,\" said Henry. \"I've just been too busy and stressed to, you know, take care of it.\"\n\n\"Me too,\" said Danny. \"I've been to busy with Triple N, you know?\"\n\n\"Isn't that bad for guys to not blow your splooge regularly?\" she asked.\n\n\"Don't encourage them,\" said Victor. \"They're nuts.\"\n\n\"No, it's no nut, Victor, remember?\" said Henry.\n\n\"Alright, I'm going to the bathroom,\" replied Victor with a snort. \"I don't want to hear about their orgasms anymore.\"\n\n\"You're right though, Ash,\" said Danny. \"It is bad. Henry and I might die. But that's a sacrifice we're willing to make. Also I don't want to lose to him because my dick is bigger so I feel like I've got to bring this one home for my team, you know?\"\n\n\"Too much information,\" said Ash. \"What if I help you assholes? You'd probably stop being such morons if you just got off.\"\n\n\"What are you going to do? Find some good porn for us?\" asked Henry. \"If it helps you, I prefer porn with MILFs who are above 50 and look like they could c-\"\n\n\"Oh god shut up,\" said Ash. \"What if I jerked you guys off? Since you're too \"stressed\" and \"busy\" to do it on your own.\"\n\nThe two guys were silent as they stared at her.\n\n\"What?!?\" spluttered Danny. \"You want to have sex with us?\"\n\n\"No you idiot,\" sighed Ash. She face-palmed aggressively. \"You two will probably die virgins, sorry. As long as you don't put it in, we're not having sex. I'm just a friend helping you relieve stress, and what are friends for?\"\n\n\"Oh... I see,\" said Henry slowly as he and Danny shared a meaningful look. \"Yeah... I guess that would help. That would be cool of you.\"\n\n\"Er... Yeah...\" said Danny. \"I suppose it wouldn't be a big deal if it's just some friendly not-sex stuff like that. You're serious?\"\n\n\"Let's get this over with,\" said Ash as she stretched and cracked her knuckles.\n\n.......\n\n\"Alright, I'm back,\" called Victor as he re-entered the living room. He stopped and dropped his can of beer as he saw Henry and Danny sitting next to each other on the couch as Ash stroked Henry's dick with her large breasts and jerked off Danny with her spare hand.\n\n\"What the actual fuck,\" muttered Victor." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "(CNC) Normally, the busty elven sorceress was unquestionably in charge, except when she announced that she was about to bathe, which was the signal she was ready to be wrestled down and pumped full of cum." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "A bolt of lightning blasted from the roof of the throne room, striking the human messenger in the head. The unfortunate man let out a scream of pain and surprise as the lightning’s arcane energy shredded his body, turning him into a pile of blacked ash.\n\n“It seems that I can do as I please, after all,” the sorceress said, with a cruel smile on her face. Nervous laughter radiated through the throne room, as her human and goblin lackeys scattered through the room exchanged looks, grateful that they had not been the one to draw her ire. Her two orc bodyguards, Moruk and Zaur, stood beside her throne, emotionless as always.\n\nTazra Ra’Nathole sat on her throne in the Black Manor. She had built the manor through the efforts of her powerful magic, and nowhere was her skill more obvious than her throne room. The room was made of white marble, with towering pillars lining the approach to her throne. The throne itself was an amalgamation of gold, gems, dragon leather, and the finest darkspider silks, and it was enchanted so that supplicants would feel as if she was towering over them, despite just being raised just a few feet off the ground.\n\nThe beauty of her throne was matched only by the beauty of the sorceress herself. Tazra Ra’Nathole was tall but slender. Her elven skin was pale and radiant, like snow glowing in the sun. Her body, from her wide hips to her bountiful breasts were wrapped in fine silks, designed to flaunt her sexual prowess. Her raven hair was adorned with golden trinkets and precious stones, with a golden crown atop her head.\n\n“Fizhorn, are there any other pathetic fools who need to waste my time today?” Tazra asked, her voice laced with a dangerous boredom.\n\nThe little goblin approached her throne, kneeling down before her.\n\n“Why, no, your grace, t-they all seem to have fled after your last meeting,” Fizhorn meekly stated. \n\n“Very well then. Fizhorn, summon my attendants,” Tazra said.\n\nAs she said that, everyone in the room, even her normally stoic bodyguards, shifted and watched her closely. Some watched with fear, others with eagerness, watching to see what she would do next.\n\nThere were two ways this would go. Either she was about to engage in a display of bloodshed and carnage, or, she was about to engage in her other ritual. One that the male members of her court were far, far happier with.\n\nFizhorn summoned her attendants, a set of six women of various races, humans, elfs, and halflings. Without speaking the women attended to Tazra, gently pulling the golden trinkets from her hair, touching up her makeup, bring her wine to quench her thirst. After a few minutes, the women withdrew, leaving Tazra standing just before her throne.\n\nEveryone waited in silence, waiting for her to make up her mind. In truth, Tazra had already decided what she would do, but she loved to make them suffer and wait.\n\n“I think I’ll have a bath night,” Tazra said.\n\nAll at once the throne room burst into a frenzy. This was the code, the code that she wouldn’t use magic for the next two hours, and they could do whatever they wanted to her without consequence. Afterwards she would freshen up with a bath.\n\nRough green hands grabbed her arms, Her bodyguards, Moruk and Zaur, where ready to be the first to claim their reward, as always. Zaur reached up and grabbed the bust of her dress and tore the fabric. The whole court cheered as her plentiful tits bounced free.\n\nMoruk and Zaur snapped at each other, trading threats in their language, before Zaur backed down, letting Moruk take his place as the first to claim her pussy. Together, they bent Tazra over the arms of her own throne, her arms pinned behind her back. Moruk standing behind her, his hands running over her body. He pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties, revealing her wet, shaved pussy.\n\nTazra could hear Moruk pulling down his own pants behind her, but Zaur held her head firmly looking forward. Zaur pulled out his own cock, nine inches long, thick, and green, already dripping with precum. He used his other hand to grab his cock and slapped it against Tazra’s face, much to her disgust.\n\n“Must you always do that?” Tazra started to complain, but Zaur shoved his cock into her mouth, cutting her off. Seconds later, Moruk’s cock impaled her tight elven pussy. The two orcs held her there, spitroasted in front of her entire court on her own throne.\n\nMoruk took it slow, letting her get used to his size, an unusual move for an orc. Tazra had often suspected he had feelings for her. She thought that he always wanted to be inside her first not as some sort of rank or privilege, but to try and ensure if she had a child, it would be his. Unfortunately for Moruk, her womb was not as vulnerable as Tazra herself appeared to be.\n\nZaur, on the other hand, was a typical orc, ramming his cock into her mouth, forcing her to deep throat. His balls slapped against her chin over and over as he fucked her face.\n\nMoruk started to pick up his pace. He used one hand to keep her arms pinned behind her back, the other was on her hips, guiding him as he slammed into her tight elven pussy.\n\nMoruk’s thrusts started to get to Tazra, and she started to moan mindlessly onto Zaur’s cock. This drove Moruk wild, driving him to pound into her with the ferocity his kind were known for. His massive cock slamming into her over and over again, it pushed her over the edge, and she had her first orgasm,squirming and moaning between the two burly orcs.\n\nMoruk let out a yell of triumph as he came inside his queen, filling her womb with his thick seed. He emptied himself inside her with a few last thrusts, then, he ran his hand along her thigh in a tender way, almost like he didn’t want to pull out and let another take his place. But he knew his place, and pulled out of her.\n\nThe second Moruk’s cock slid from her pussy, Zaur grabbed her and shoved her into her throne. He pulled off the panties the rest of the way so he could throw her legs over his shoulders, then pulled her forward, so her ass was hanging just a little off the throne, positioning her so his cock pressed against her asshole.\n\n“There again? If I didn’t know any better, I might think -” Tazra started to insult him, but Zaur shoved her panties into her mouth." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "He got an elf to fuck, fancy snacks, and a great study partner. She got an orc who will firmly but gently wrestle her down and help her play out her consensual non-consent fantasies..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The other members of his clan had mocked Grumm'garish when he had rescued the high elf from the slave block. If he had taken her as his own slave it wouldn't have been such a big deal. Sure most orcs thought human women made better breeding slaves but to just \"keep\" an elf in your cabin? That was... odd. In fact it had made most of the orcish women who had once nosed around the young warrior look to other men instead.\n\nThat had been the biggest frustration for Grumm'garish. He had chosen to save the high elf for one particular reason. Unlike most of the other orcs in his clan, he recognized that the magic of the elves was strong. Sure the shamans could counter some of it but elven magic was different. Their weapons were enchanted and they often had magical items to help them in battle. This high elf, Grumm'garish had realized, was a spell caster. When he pulled her away from the slavers and paid their price she had been terrified.\n\nThe look on her face was much different however when he took off the collar and returned her belongings, including her spellbook. Grumm'garish didn't speak Elven but he motioned for her to follow and hesitantly she had. Of course, her look of terror at the other orc's eyeing her greedily had helped spur her movement. Once settled in his cabin he had pointed her to the table. As she sat and looked around the humble cabin he watched her for a moment. Her glowingly emerald eyes were curious but also mildly disgusted. Her long platinum hair was done in three elaborate braids that were then braided together. Her clothing was diaphanous and clung to her slender elfin frame. He imagined she must get cold in the winter snows with such clothing.\n\nHe set a plate of orcish food before her and she looked at it doubtfully. Most of it she turned her nose up at and even gagged a little at some of his favorites. She picked briefly at a handful of berries he had set on the plate as an afterthought but that ultimately thrown her hands up in disgust. Then she had stood and he tensed, but she set her things near the door and had walked into his kitchen.\n\nIt was almost no time later that he had begun to smell scents he had never smelled before. Even when they raided Elven villages the smell was not like this. It was blood and carnage, fire and smoke, not... this. Finally, she had set several plates on the table and then sat two plates before sitting and serving herself. He sat and tentatively reached for the food. If she was trying to poison him why was she eating it too? He decided it was unlikely and had tried the delicate-looking food. Honied cakes and herb-basted mushrooms had melted in his mouth. The flavors were far beyond the basic fare that he lived on. He greedily gobbled on the delicious treats, even if they would not sate his hunger like a roast boar might until he realized he had eaten most of what she had prepared. Embarrassed, he had stopped mid-bite and put the cake back on his plate, and pushed it to her.\n\nThat was the first time she laughed. It was musical and light. A strange sound among the orcs in his village but one he found he liked. She had pushed the plate back toward him and then taken what she wanted from the remaining food before pushing the rest to him. A tusky toothy grin of his own had followed and the two had eaten, one like a proper high elf and the other an uncouth barbarian.\n\nIt was two months later when Shalhera had taught him enough elven to begin to teach him magic. He was not a poor student, smarter than the other orcs by far. Once they could speak Shalhera had asked if she was his slave and he had shaken his head no. She asked if she was his mate, and embarrassed he had blushed and shaken his head no. That had made her laugh again and he had grown angry until she could calm him enough to explain. She laughed not because of him or the situation but because she had never even thought orcs could blush. He had explained that he wished to learn and she had grown wide-eyed and excited. She asked if she was free and could she go if she wished. He had nodded yes, but still she hadn't believed him. Twice that week she had tried to \"escape\" and he had done nothing to stop her. That was when the lessons began.\n\nIf the women warriors had shunned Grumm'garish before when they saw him practicing spells and chanting in elven they now openly mocked him. Still, his dedication to the craft made Shalhera admire him more with each day. He bore the insults and barbs of his people, and as her understanding of orcish grew she knew just how much they insulted the orc male. She also knew it was hard on him in other ways. As she watched orcs pair off and mate Grumm'garish would retreat with her to their cabin and when he thought she was \"asleep\" he would tend his own needs. \n\nThe first time she had noticed him stroking his cock in the dim light of their cabin she had almost spoken up. As an elf, she didn't sleep, merely entered a meditative trance, though she was aware of all that occurred around her. Grumm'garish obviously didn't know this or he wouldn't be jerking his huge orcish prick with such need. Her eyes could see well in the dim light too, watching as his rough, large hand slid up and down on his massive prick. Despite her upbringing that orcs were brutish animals, Shalhera knew Grumm'garish was different... and her body seemed to think so too. When he had gone out the next day to buy things from the market for them she had tended to her own needs, the orc cock from the night before dominating her thoughts.\n\nThus had begun her temptation. Her body wasn't the well-muscled broad-shouldered and wide-hipped stock of the orc woman but she had made sure to show it off to her orcish student. It had begun with simple \"accidents\" showing skin and explaining Elves didn't have the modesty these orcs did. A lie of course, but a harmless one. Then had been the request for a bath. She had taught the warrior to enjoy the cleansing ritual, while before she had gone to the stream by herself. Now she insisted on a tub big enough for the two of them and climbed in with him to help him bathe. She knew it aroused him and frustrated him. His need for nightly attention grew and she delighted in watching him spray gobs of cum from his fat orc prick.\n\nOne afternoon Grumm'garish came home early and Shalhera had the handle of her wand stuffed in her cunt as she rubbed her clit to climax. She had been thinking about her orc student's cock and imagining the feel of it stretching her hole and then suddenly he was there. His nostrils flared and he could obviously smell her arousal. He pounced on her and she fought back, even though her need was gushing between her legs. This was what she had been waiting for, teasing him until he couldn't take it anymore. He tore the wand from her grasp and tossed it aside. She struggled, but he forced her onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her. Held down by the orc's strong hand on the back of her head she cried out, squirming and struggling, begging him not to. He had his cock out and pushed it into her causing her to whimper as the fat head forced her cunt wider than she had ever experienced before.\n\nOnce inside her, Grumm'garish seemed to come to his senses. His body tensed and he let go of her head he was starting to pull away when Shelhera whimpered and begged him not to fuck her, not to fill her womb with his filthy orc cum, and pushed herself back spearing three more inches of his length inside. Grumm'garish had blinked in a stupor for a moment before grinning and gently grasping her head again, pushing her into the bed furs and pushing into her despite her protests. When she began to bounce her ass against his crotch once he was inside he knew to ignore her objections and she knew she could voice them as loud as she wanted. \n\nWhen Grumm'garish had stepped outside the next day his neighbors had different looks for him. An orc who wanted an elf tutor? Madness. An orc using an elven cock-sleeve? Well, that was just business as usual. When he had told Shalhera of the change she had merely nodded and then quite firmly told him that even though it might improve his standing in the village. She would \"hate\" it if he strapped her onto his chest and forced her to be his cock warmer as he went to the market. Grumm'garish was of course, not a stupid orc and definitely didn't immediately consider that even as he forced her to suck his cock as she struggled until she was happy and sated with a belly full of cum." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "After losing a bet, a busty tomboy has to be free use with her friends for the weekend. To her surprise, and somewhat to her embarrassment, she actually likes it enough that she'd miss it if it didn't become a normal part of hanging out..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The poker game had turned so quickly for Pauline, she’d thought four queens would be more than enough to take the pot, but she’d got greedy. She wanted to put a dent in the stacks sitting in front of Liz and Mike but she was short on chips and eager to swing the game her way before they quit for the night. “Tell you what, guys” she grinned over her cards and her beer as she wrote on the post it notes and threw it in the pot. “You throw in a hundred and I’ll see you with an IOU: Next weekend you can make me do whatever you want. Cook, clean, whatever.” Liz’s eyebrows shot up, and she giggled “Whatever we want, eh?” she gave Pauline a knowing, sidelong look, wiggled her eyebrows and sipped her wine. “Oh, grow up” Pauline snapped back. “That IS what grown-ups do, Po” Will quipped as he pushed back from the table, having already folded on the hand. He patted her on the shoulder as he wandered to the fridge for another beer. She thought she couldn’t lose. “Fine” She rolled her eyes and sarcasm rolled over her lips “Anything you want Lizzy”. Liz smiled back at her innocently. “Carful Po” Mike murmured as he continued to study his cards as he’d done for the last few minutes staring in turn at Liz and Pauline’s dealt cards as if he could see through them if he tried hard enough. “She’ll take you dress shopping AND make you wear them”. Pauline’s penchant for baggy chinos and loose jeans was well know. No one had ever seen her in a dress or a skirt, and although Lizzy insisted that she’d seen her in yoga pants at the gym once, no one else believed her. Pauline glared back at Liz’s innocent smile “You wouldn’t dare”. The two girls couldn’t keep a straight face though and after a sudden snort from Liz they fell into drunkenly giggling at each other. Liz was the queen of the sundress and the pleated skirt. Even for a night of drunken poker with friends she’s shown up in a white sundress with big yellow sunflowers. If she won the hand, everyone knew she would relish forcing Pauline to buy AND wear something floral and feminine every day of the fated weekend. Mike finally slapped his cards down “I couldn’t get a maid, a cook, or a masseuse for $100 for a just few hours, let alone a whole weekend. BUT, 100 puts me all in so make it the long weekend after next and you got a deal. I own your dumbass for three days.” Pauline’s eyes widened a little bit as she realized what was at stake. The thought of house cleaning and massages made her hands ache, but the four queens felt warm in her hands, she had a winner for sure. “Next-next weekend then, all three days. Deal.” She said coolly, meeting Mike’s nonchalant look. “Fuck it, I’m in” grinned Liz. “I’m gonna buy the shit out of some dresses for you with this pot”. Everyone chuckled at Pauline’s expense, and she blushed a bit as Liz pushed her stacks into the middle in a heap. Pauline’s old Guns’n’Roses t-shirt was nicely cut to her shape but was still a far throw from lilies on linen, busty blouses, and sunflower skirts. Mike affected a posh British accent and wrinkled his nose “On the Friday morn’, you shall clean my shoes and my belts, I expect tea will be served at 10 sharp, then my auto-mobile will need to be detailed. Lunch will be served in the conservatory. Pheasant, served medium rare with demi-glaze and fried aubergine. Then you shall rub my corns…” \\*CLONK\\* Will plopped down an extra beer in front of Mike, cutting him off “Just bet, you clown”. Mike dropped the accent “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m all in.” He pushed his stack over and picked up the beer.\r \nLiz pursed her lips anxiously and flipped her hand. Three eights. Arguably a weak hand for a big bet but it was late in the evening already and the IOU was too tempting. If there was a big hand to go out on, this was it. Pauline grinned and flipped her cards. Four of a kind, Queens all-across. “I think these lovely ladies are taking me shopping. And it AINT. GONNA. BE. FOR. DRESSES. Sorry Lizzy” Liz mock-pouted back at her so Pauline blew her an air kiss in reply. “Wow, I hope you’re as gracious in defeat” Will smiled as he sat down again. Pauline looked up at him. He nodded at Mike. She looked at Mike, who was working as hard as he could to keep his face blank, but a smile kept creeping into the corner of his mouth. Will knew. Mike knew. And now Pauline and Liz knew. She’d lost. Her heart sank. Mike flipped his cards. Straight flush, three-to-seven. He let the smile break across his face. “287-dollars and the winner of a Ruby Rose look-a-like contest. Lucky me.” He raked the chips towards himself. “I think I’m gonna cash out. Will, you can keep what you’ve got left, bud. My work here is done.” He continued in a weird, backwater accent “I own-me a lady-person now, don’cha know”. Pauline sat, stunned by what had happened. Watching her money slide away from her and the reality of the IOU donning on her in full. She sank her head into her hands and ran her fingers through her short hair, mouth still agape in stunned silence.\r \nMike plucked the yellow post it out of his pile. “Actually, to be honest. I don’t know what to do with you Po. My house is clean, I don’t actually have corns and I’m a better cook than you as it is. So, I say we share you.” He slapped the post it down in the middle of the table. “We’ve got another games night that Friday anyway so we can all share you.” He shrugged “You can fetch drinks and snacks and whatever. For all three of us.” With a sudden realization Liz bounced to her feet and plucked the post it up with a gleeful squeal. “Which means I can take her dress shopping Friday morning!” Realization dawned on Will’s face “Which means you can take her dress shopping Friday morning” Will echoed and smiled. “Oh, fuck me” Pauline groaned. Will fell out of his chair he was laughing so hard. But he raised his arm from where he lay on the ground “OH waitress! Cheque please” He chortled. “Dress her up good Lizzie. She might earn a better tip that way.” They all fell into laughter at Pauline’s expense as she blushed deep red now. \r \nThe rest of the evening was spent good-naturedly ribbing Pauline. Giving her pointers on how to be a good waitress, issuing mock drink and food orders, and describing horribly flowery dress/ skirt/ blouse combinations that Liz should find for her to wear. When the evening had finally worn itself out, they said their goodbyes and Liz reminded everyone that the games night in two weeks would be at her place. \r \nWhen the Friday rolled around the group chat was suddenly filled with all sorts of photos from the girls’ morning out. Pictures from the hair salon, the nail salon, and dozens of dress shops. Liz was loving the torture she was imposing on Pauline. Pictures rolled in from Liz of Pauline wearing some very flattering and attractive outfits that she clearly hated. Sundresses, rompers, blouses, skirts of all kinds. Pauline looked unimpressed in all of them, and the pictures suddenly ran out midafternoon, but one final text from Liz came though right towards the end. “Big surprise coming, don’t be late”\r \n\n\n1/?" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Three guys and three girls on a trip. When her two friends each brought hookups back to their room, she got kicked out. Now she's sleeping in the room with her three horny guy friends, with none of them having been lucky enough to find hookups themselves... Not yet anyway..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Sarah closed the bedroom door with a scowl, her sleeping bag and pillow bundled in a pudgy mass under her arm. 3 faces looked over the couch at her.\r \n“They are um… they don’t want…” Sarah’s shoulders slumped. “...I’m not invited.”\r \n“Pah, they’re assholes. Come set stuff on fire with us, it’s cathartic.” said Luke.\r \nSarah smirked and climbed over the backpacks and snowboards toward the sprawling sleeping bags arranged across from the fireplace between a ring of couches. She looked for an empty spot and shrugged, dropping her sleeping bag in a mess across all 3 of them and slumping down onto it.\r \n“Welcome to the bachelor's pad… now with added bachelorette.”\r \n“Can we burn Chantelle and Claire? That would be cathartic.” said Sarah.\r \n“We're sticking to wood right now but who knows where the night will take us.” said Simon.\r \n“I wasn’t expecting it to be so empty here… at least there aren't any lines,” said John.\r \n“You guys will be fine, those two can't be the only ones to get laid here.” said Sarah.\r \n“I doubt that.”\r \n“Seriously, Luke you’re headstrong and don't take anyone's crap, I saw you stare down Claire's hookup when he was talking shit. Simon, you’re smart and can make anything funny and John, you have that mad scientist energy going on.”\r \nThe 3 glowed, stunned for a moment.\r \n“Thanks Sarah, for a second I thought you were going to call us kind and-”\r \n“Oh girls don’t care about that.”\r \n“Are you out here for a while or…”\r \n“I’m sleeping here.”\r \n“Mad scientist energy?” asked John.\r \n“It’s a thing. Like you’re going to rub soup in someone's hair for looking at me wrong.”\r \n“Is it better to have … whatever that is or to be headstrong?”\r \n“No no no, we're not playing that game.”\r \n“What game?”\r \n“Who is more handsome. You're all different flavors, all taste good but I can't pick my favorite. I’m a 3 scoops kind of girl.”\r \n“I guess that means none of us are getting laid on this trip then.” said Simon, tossing another log onto the warm fire before resting back against the couch.\r \n“If there was only one of you out here we would be snuggling, but with 3… I’m not rejecting anyone tonight… rejection sucks.” said Sarah, glaring at the closed door. She looked to the 3 faces around her and shrugged, laying across all 3 of their laps.\r \n“Next time let's go somewhere warm.” said Sarah.\r \n“And we will leave Clair and Chantelle behind.” smirked Simon.\r \n“The 4 of us on a hot beach somewhere, I think I'm done with snow.” said Sarah.\r \n“I don’t know, 3 guys and one girl who can't decide… sounds like a sitcom.” said Luke.\r \n“We could take it in t…” started Sarah, her cheeks flushing red until she grabbed her pillow and buried her face into it. ‘I should probably get off your laps now.’ came out as a muffled “hrmmmhrm”\r \n“Oh no you dont.” said John, taking her hips in the middle and holding them in place. Simon and Luke followed suit holding her there.\r \n“Sarah, you’re beautiful, I don’t care what Clair or Chantelle say, you’re sweet and kind.”\r \n“I thought we weren't saying kind.” said Sarah, wriggling in their loose grip. Idle inappropriate fantasies aside, she really should get off them.\r \n“Being ok with us taking turns is nothing to be ashamed of, we don’t kink shame.” said John.\r \n“Trust you to be the kinky one.”\r \n“Said the girl pinned by 3 guys and loving it.”\r \n“I thought we weren't kink shaming.”\r \n“So you /are/ loving it.” noted Simon.\r \n“Oh no, this isn’t fair. It’s three vs one.”\r \n“How far does the fantasy go?” asked John, his fingers tracing along the edge of her loose shirt.\r \nSarah turned bright red, her arm struggling to try and get her pillow to hide.\r \n“Ok Sarah, say ‘don’t take off my shirt’.” said John.\r \nSarah scrunched her face up, her thighs rubbing together as she squirmed. John’s fingers started tracing up her sides lifting the material with it, her midriff flexing. He brought the top up to just below her breasts and paused.\r \n“Sarah.”\r \nShe glanced at John, feeling him grow hard beneath her. Their eyes locked and she gave the faintest of nods, hoping he saw it. He pulled her top up exposing her breasts. Her struggles eased and she started rocking against him. Her thighs firmly clamped and rubbing around the material of her pyjama shorts.\r \nSimon’s hand hovered over her breast, she arched up to meet his hand, gasping when she felt his skin on her.\r \n“Any rules?” asked John, his fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts only to find an absence of underwear.\r \n“I… nobody gets left out.” she squeaked out. Her hips rising toward his hand. John’s hands took her waist while Luke started toying with her shorts, easing them down as she wriggled furiously. Sarah tried to slide off their legs. Luke got there first, swapping sides to sit across from the other 2 with Sarah in the middle.\r \n“If you say stop, we stop. Understand.”\r \nSarah nodded, her mind not entirely focussed as her hips chased Luke's hand. His fingers sliding into her shorts, running over her sex. Her shorts snapped down exposing her and his now slick fingers.\r \n“P-please, I need it. It’s been so long.” she whispered." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "\"Greetings Traveler! Come in and warm yourself by the fire. We just baked an apple pie... Help yourself! Oh, and feel free to fuck my free use daughter!\"" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Greetings Traveler! Come in and warm yourself by the fire. We just baked an apple pie... Help yourself! Oh, and feel free to fuck my free use daughter!\"\n\n\n\nI stepped inside, shaking the gents hand, and stomped the snow off my boots.\n\n\n\n\"Thank you! Let me just take off my coat!\" \n\n\n\nI looked around the room as I stood by the Lodge door, and admired the rustic stained wood trim, the classic deer head on the wall, the massive fireplace roaring in the middle, and a beautiful naked girl standing patiently at the back of the room.\n\n\n\nI took off my coat and boots, and brushed the melting snow off the ends of my Carhartts, stood and walked over to the huge wooden table, and chose a nice gnarled walnut chair that had clearly been custom made.\n\n\n\n\n\"Thank you so much! How about some of that pie!\", I grinned, and sat back in my chair. The man nodded and gave a knowing wink and smile, and walked away for a moment, and came back with a huge slice of steaming hot apple pie, with a generous dollop of homemade vanilla ice cream just resting off the side, so it was already started to melt, running sweet cream around the dish.\n\n\n\n\n\"Well hot damn! That looks amazing!\", I cried out. I sat forward eagerly, and forgetting the rest of the room, dug in, blowing on each piece. As I took the first bite, I felt a wonderful, warm wet sensation that went all the way down to my nether regions and it caused me to get surprisingly hard. I took the second bite, and could swear I felt a hot, wet mouth on my cock. I thought, *damn, this pie is amazing*.\n\n\n\nAfter I was about halfway done, my cock really started feeling amazing.*This is way too good to just be the pie*, I realized. I leaned back and looked under the table, and there she was, a beautiful nude girl, with small but cuppable breasts, a cute face, with thin sweet lips, and a sexy little tongue, that she was skilfully using to lick my frenulum, brunette hair tied in a long braid, and a trimmed bush. \n\n\n\nShe would lick up from the base of my shaft, drift over my frenulum and bob down onto my cock with a wet, hot, smooth action like it was nothing, taking all 11 inches of my thick cock. I shuddered and moaned, leaning back all the way in my chair, and put my hand on her cheek, looking into her cute eyes, then moved to the back of her head, and she clearly knew what that meant. She puckered her mouth and began deepthroating me, as I gently helped her down my cock on each stroke. It felt *fucking glorious*. \n\n\n\nI moaned louder and felt like I was close, and to my surprise and disappointment she suddenly stopped, got up, came out from under the table, turned around and grabbing my cock with one small slender hand, she lined me up and with one slow, smooth motion she slid me all the way inside, hitting my pelvis without hitting her cervix. Impressed and excited, I grabbed her hips, stood up with her hot, wet pussy drenching my balls and started to fuck her with slow, long strokes at first, then getting faster and faster, till I was absolutely railing her from behind. She had her head bent down, so I took her braid in my hand and pulled it back, lifting her head. She began moaning at that, the sound shaking with each of my thrusts.\n\n\n\nI was fucking her with such power, and it felt so amazing to be able to bottom out without worry, slamming into her small, perfectly round ass.\n\n\n\nI started getting close again and I tapped her side, and she tugged in my hand holding her braid, looking back at me and nodding, with a quick smile.*Fuck yesss*, I thought, and fucked her harder and faster, pounding her until I came *hard*, exploding deep inside her, some cum that had mixed with her juices pouring out of her pussy there was so much. \n\n\n\nShe slid off of me and turned, my cock bouncing and dripping and gave me a warm, wet kiss on the cheek, giggled winked and smiled, and skipped out of the room.\n\n\n\nEdits: grammar and punctuation." } ]