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[ { "role": "user", "content": "Everyone knows the rumors about that hallway: Girls walking by the locker suddenly vanishing, then returning later in a disheveled uniform, cum dripping down their leg, and a fucked silly grin (and supposedly some sightings of tentacles). Seeing as no one else will, you decide to investigate it." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“There's a monster in the third floor bathroom,” Chloe says.\n\n“Excuse me?”\n\n“I said…”\n\n“I heard what you said, Chloe. I just…”\n\nI'm staring at her, trying to figure out what I'm going to say next. Chloe is eighteen years old, a straight A student going to Princeton in the fall, a beautiful little blonde from a good family with literally everything going her way.\n\nAnd she appears to have lost her mind.\n\n“I know it sounds crazy,” she says, “but I swear it's real.”\n\n“And you saw this monster?”\n\nShe nods. “I more than saw it.”\n\n“I don't know what that means.”\n\nShe blushes and looks down at her hands.\n\nI'd thought, when I noticed Chloe wasn't her usual gregarious self, that perhaps something was going on at home, and it had occurred to me that it might be abuse. But watching her now, she seems more the guilty girlfriend than anything else, caught being felt up in the back seat of Johnny Quarterback's Camaro.\n\n“Why were you up on the third floor, anyway?”\n\n“It was a dare,” she mumbles.\n\n“From who?”\n\nShe shakes her head. Then she looks up at me and smiles. For a moment, she's the Chloe I know. “Snitches get stitches, Miss Avery,” she says.\n\nI roll my eyes. “You're going to college in a couple of months, Chloe, not prison.”\n\n“It's supposed to be haunted up there. You must have heard.”\n\nI had. Everyone had. High school is fertile ground for that sort of thing, and the third floor has been closed off for over five years because of water damage the school district doesn't have the funds to fix. It isn't bad enough that they'd condemn the whole building, but sometimes, especially at night, when it's quiet, you can hear creaking and the occasional thump.\n\n“The third floor isn't haunted.”\n\n“No, but there's a monst…”\n\n“Alright.” I stand. “Let's go and see this alleged monster.”\n\n“What?”\n\n“Let's go upstairs. I want to see it.”\n\n“I don't think that's…”\n\n“I'm going up there, Chloe. I want to know what this is all about. I don't know what's going on with you, but I know there isn't a monster. So we'll go check it out, and then you can tell me what's really going on. Okay?”\n\n“Miss Avery…”\n\n“Come on.”\n\nShe sighs. “We'll need a flashlight.”\n\nI open the bottom drawer of my desk, where I keep my emergency supplies, and pull out the Maglite. It's been in there years, but the battery is good, and its reassuring heft makes it the perfect multi-tool for monster hunting.\n\nChloe follows me out of the classroom and down the now empty halls. It's Friday, and class ended twenty minutes ago, so the school is already almost deserted. We head up to the second floor, duck under the caution tape, and climb the two flights of stairs up to the third, where the double doors are chained together and padlocked.\n\n“How do we get in?”\n\nChloe, several inches shorter, about fifteen pounds lighter, and a decade younger, pulls the doors open as far as they'll go, then squats down and slips through the gap.\n\n“Christ.”\n\nI copy her movement, but get caught halfway and have to wriggle through, curves that Chloe doesn't have making it a challenge. She giggles, and again I'm reminded of the secretive girlfriend. Deep in my teacher's brain, a little red flag starts waving.\n\n“What else happens up here?” I ask, switching on the Maglite and pointing it into the darkness beyond.\n\nChloe pauses before answering. “Other stuff. I'm not into all that.”\n\n“All what?”\n\n“The usual stuff. Smoking and drinking and stuff. Kids sneak up here.”\n\n“During school hours?”\n\n“At the weekend.”\n\n“How do they get in?”\n\nSilence. That red flag waves a little harder. I wonder if the monster isn't a monster at all.\n\n“I'm not into all that,” she says again. “It was just a dare.”\n\nI can't help but think about the custodian, a comparatively young and friendly guy named Brad. He doesn't seem the type - he's always struck me as somebody who wants the kids to think he's cool but also has a healthy fear of being around so much vulnerability - but then, they never do.\n\n“Come on.”\n\nAs we make our way down the hall, it strikes me that it's not just still damp up here, it's wet. There are puddles on the floor and the walls shine with condensation. In places, the ceiling drips. The creaking is intermittent, much louder up here. It feels anything but safe, and I make a mental note to raise it with the principal.\n\n“The ladies bathroom?” I ask, my voice echoing.\n\n“Yes.”\n\nThere's a pair of torn panties on the floor outside the door, and when I push it open, more clothing on the floor, ripped apart and soaking wet. Water runs down the walls and pools on the floor. The mirrors have been shattered, the sinks smashed off the walls. On the door of one of the cubicles, somebody has scrawled the words “Fuck Monster.” I can hear Chloe breathing.\n\n“There's nothing here,” I say.\n\nBut there is. I can feel it. A presence. The bathroom feels like it's *humming*, a subtle vibration that reverberates up through my feet and my legs, my thighs and in between. It sets butterflies loose in my belly, peaks my nipples, teases the hair on the back of my neck.\n\n“We should go,” I say.\n\nI feel Chloe's hand on the small of my back. “Switch it off,” she whispers. “He's here.”\n\nIt's the last thing I want to do, but something baser inside me, something in tune with the bathroom, with whatever is here, makes me push the button, plunging us into darkness.\n\nSilence except for the rhythmic dripping of the water and Chloe's breathing, almost in time and strangely hypnotic. The third floor creaks in the background, and in the darkness, something moves.\n\nI open my mouth to speak, and nothing comes out but a gasp. My throat is dry. I understand what it means to be paralyzed with fear. The monster is there, huge and amorphous in the darkness, and I can feel it regarding me.\n\n“Chloe,” I manage. “Get out of here.”\n\nShe doesn't reply. Something comes out of the darkness and touches the side of my face, caresses me. It's slick and cool, covered with what I realize are tiny suckers that grab at my skin as it wraps itself around my head and then…\n\n*It is daytime in the bathroom. There's a girl, Parker Perez from my third period English class. Parker is a goof, adorable, unaware of how funny she is, or how pretty. She has long, dark hair and pale skin, big green eyes behind hipster glasses. Her hourglass figure earns her stares, full breasts cupped in bras the boys try to make out through the dark blouses she wears, tight pants slung low on wide hips, hugging her round ass. Parker is leaning against the wall, pulling on a vape pen, exhaling thick clouds that dissipate in the sunlight that streams through the cracked windows. She is getting high between classes. Casually, as though it's the most natural thing in the world, she pops open the buttons at the front of those tight pants, revealing a V of light blue lace. She slides her hand inside and leans back against the wall, taking a hit from the vape and exhaling blissfully as she touches herself. She puts it into her pocket and unbuttons her blouse with her free hand, revealing a white bra that barely contains her large breasts…*\n\n“No!” I open my eyes. “No.”\n\nI hear a sibilant hissing from the darkness and it takes a few moments before it registers as laughter. The tentacle tightens around my head.\n\n*Night in the bathroom. Brad the custodian is carrying a flashlight not dissimilar to mine. He shines it across the walls and floor, then reaches down and picks up a needle. A pained, desperately sad expression crosses his features, and in that moment I see that Brad, alone in this dream or fantasy or vision that the monster is showing me, is a good man. He hasn't always been, and that is why he feels such empathy for these kids, for their choices and their mistakes. He pulls a plastic bag from the pocket of his thick coat, wraps the needle in it, and replaces it, then something else catches his attention. It is a pair of panties, Parker's panties, hanging on a stall door. He holds them up, then bends to place his flashlight on the floor, the beam pointing upward. He undoes his pants and takes out his cock. He is already erect, and he wraps the panties around his shaft and begins to masturbate with them…*\n\nI open my eyes again. I'm breathing hard. Images flash quickly through my head, of Parker and Brad leading other students to the bathroom, a quickly changing cast of faces that suddenly stops on Parker and Chloe standing in the hallway outside my classroom.\n\n*“I dare you,” Parker says, with a grin.*\n\nI reach up and snatch the tentacle off my head, throwing it back into the darkness. I switch on the Maglite, and for a moment I see its smooth, glistening skin and then a horrifying open maw surrounded by the same tiny suckers.\n\n“Don't do that, Miss Avery,” Chloe says. She reaches around me from behind and calmly switches off the flashlight. “He doesn't like it.”\n\nShe takes the Maglite from my hand and puts it down on the ground exactly as Brad had, then she stands and puts her arms around me from behind, her hands warm on mine.\n\n“You're right,” she says, in a low, pleasant voice. “There is no monster.”\n\n“Chloe…”\n\n“Shh…”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Escape pods are built for two, but it's basically like being trapped in a closet with a stranger. It's a week until the rescue ship arrives, and the other passenger is already really getting on your nerves. You’re going to end up killing them or fucking their brains out, whichever comes first." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "All those upvotes and not one reply? Well, I only have a few minutes, but here goes! \n\n*** \n\n*Oh! Oh, Casey! Oh fuck yes! Please! Please! Faster! Yes, like that and deeper. I need it! Give it to me Casey! Give it to me!* \n\n“Oh, yeah! Un fucking believable!” \n\n“Oh, you’re awake Lieutenant! Yeah, it’s un fucking fantabulous! Level 13! I made level 13. That's where all the creepy thing are. Wanna see? There’s pictures of ‘em on the help screen.” \n\nThe Lieutenant boiled over. There was a limit to what she could take. Three days with the Ensign seemed like three months. It was supposed to be Casey. Everybody knew she and Commander Case shared a pod. They had shared during every monthly drill since she came aboard. She loved those drills. The two of them, just the two of them totally alone for at least an hour, sometimes longer. \n\nBut this wasn’t a drill and Casey wasn't coming. She had recognized his voice immediately. \n\n“This is *not* a drill! Repeat! This is *not* a drill. This is Commander Case from the flight deck. B Section has been breached and we can’t keep the intruders contained. We have to eject B Section immediately. All B Section personnel to the escape pods. Repeat! All B Section personnel abandon ship.” \n\nShe had been standing outside a pod waiting for Casey. Now she knew he wasn't coming. What could have been seven days in heaven was about to turn into hell week. \n\n“Hi, Lieutenant! Looks like it’s you and me! Ooh, what fun we’ll have getting to know each other.” \n\nShe had no choice. Still, she was about to suggest the Ensign look elsewhere, but Security shoved the girl in the pod and waved a prodder in front of her. She didn’t need a touch, just a look at the terrible device was enough. The lieutenant crawled in, buckled up and hit the button. \n\nThe ride was surprisingly smooth and would have actually been pleasant if the noise level could have been controlled. The Ensign was full of questions and comments. The Lieutenant did her best to be pleasant and informative the first day. By the second she turned a bit testy. She planned to sleep through day three. \n\nIt almost worked. But then her dream turned into a nightmare. \n\n“Yeah, like on this level, like you can do all kinds of creepy stuff because you're undercover, see, trying to get to level fourteen, so whatever you want to do is ok and doesn’t harm your charm power. Wanna watch me play?” \n\nThe Lieutenant was tired of words. She sat up, got her feet under her, slapped the game controller out of the girl’s hand and jumped on her. She was about to silence the fool with her fists, but suddenly she felt something between her legs pressing against her privates. \n\n“Hey! I need to save that game. Get off, will ya?” \n\nThe girl had instinctively reached for the controller and her hand and arm were trapped under her assailant. She struggled to free her hand but then suddenly stopped when she felt the wetness. She gave the older woman a knowing grin and started to move her fingers purposefully. \n\n“Oh, like wow, Lieutenant. I think maybe you could use some help down there, huh? Like maybe we can help each other out while we are in here? Whaddaya say? You scratch my itch, I’ll scratch yours?” \n\nThe Lieutenant wondered if the Ensign ever stopped talking. Suddenly she realized there was a way to silence her. She lowered her lips to the girl’s and gave her a string of kisses. Then she flexed her legs to raise her hips and free the Ensign’s hand. \n\nIn a few minutes the Lieutenant realized how well the Ensign could play the game. \n\n*** \n\nHope you liked it. Comments and criticism welcome." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[TT] A young and inexperienced girl tries some sex tips from Cosmopolitan with her boyfriend" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "By the time Sam had come home, his girlfriend Cindy was waiting for him in his bed. She was topless and the covers were pulled up around her waist, but Sam knew she was completely naked underneath. If the sight of her fiery red hair glowing in the afternoon light was enough to get him going, the look of her bared breasts, pale, perky, and topped with the most perfect pink nipples, was enough to stress his jeans right then and there. \n\n“Hey,” he said. Not the smoothest entrance, but they had been dating for six weeks before sleeping together. Seeing her naked and waiting like this was understandably cramping his style. \n\n“Hi,” she said brightly. Cindy pushed the brown-rimmed glasses up to the bridge of her nose. That, he had learned, was a nervous habit of hers. And she did it pretty much all the time, not just when naked and exposed. \n\n“I wasn’t expecting you here,” he said, “and especially not like… well, this.” \n\nCindy pushed her glasses again. They were already as high as they could be so she ended up jamming her finger against her nose instead. \n\n“I, uh, have been reading,” she said. She hooked her thumb to the nightstand where a copy of Cosmopolitan was. \n\nSam nodded slowly. Cindy was getting nervous. Her nipples looked like they could cut glass. \n\n“The first we, um, yknow, had sex,” she said, “it didn’t go well. I know that. I’m sorry. I’m… I’m just not very-“\n\n“Cindy, you don’t need to-“\n\n“No,” Cindy interrupted, “I *want* to.” She smiled broadly. “Now take off your pants. Please.” \n\nIt wasn’t until he had both his pants and underwear off that he noticed the pastry box on the nightstand. *Billy’s Donuts* it read. \n\n“Uh, are you hungry?” He said. \n\nCindy just smiled at him. She opened the box and pulled a donut from it. A powdered one that was so overfilled with strawberry jam that it dripped out onto his sheets as she held it out in front of her. \n\n“Oh, sorry,” Cindy said, “I’ll clean that up. I have a coupon at the laundromat.”\n\nSam was about to say “don’t worry about it” but he was too confused. \n\n“Cin?” He asked, “why do you have a-“\n\n“Shh,” she said, “just let me…”\n\nCindy placed a hand firmly on one of Sam’s muscular buttocks and pulled him by the hips until he was just inches from her face. She licked her lips as she stared down at his cock, which, despite being as confused as he was, was hard as a rock. \n\n“I read about this,” she said. Holding the donut before his trembling cock, she held her breath for a moment before jamming it down onto him. He ended as the mushroom tip squashed against the soft dough but eventually something gave way. The head of his cock burst out of the other side of the sugary fried dough in an explosion of bread and jam. \n\n“Uhh,” Sam started, looking down as the head of his cock was sticking out of the donut. A big dollop of red jelly was sitting on top of his mushroom head. In the silence of the next few seconds, he watched it slide down the front and onto his toes. \n\n“We’re just getting started,” Cindy said. \n\n“As much as I like donuts, I’d really rather fuck you.” \n\nCindy giggled and pressed the donut down his shaft. Sugary jam spread across the soft skin of his cock and bits of bread came falling off. A white sheen covered his whole member from the sugary coating. When she was done, the cylinder of fried dough of was ringed around his cock, pressed against his pubis and balls simultaneously. \n\n“I’m starting to think this was meant for a circular donut,” Sam said. Cindy looked up at him with her big green eyes, then pushed her glasses up. She left a sticky red and white fingerprint on it. \n\n“You know, like a glazed one,” he said, making an ‘O’ shape with his forefinger and thumb, “or the strawberry frosted ones. The type Homer Simpson eats.”\n\nCindy, not realizing that she had gotten the wrong type of donut entirely, shrugged. Sam has managed to stay throbbing hard despite having his cock covered in bread, sugar, and jam. Cindy opened her mouth wide and took his cock in her mouth. Sam let out a gasp as he was enveloped by the warmth of her mouth. \n\n“I… I take it back!” He groaned. Cindy has applied a strong suction, making sure to get bit of strawberry filling. Her tongue danced along the ridge, taking her time and savoring the taste. She sucked and licked and made sure the get everything. Her little mouth opened wider and she started to work down his shaft. \n\nSam groaned again, leaning back until he thought he was seeing stars. When he glanced back down at the cascading red hair before him eagerly sucking his cock, he realized that maybe Cosmopolitan magazine wasn’t as bad as he thought. The box of donuts was actually kind of a good idea.\n\n“Hey Cindy,” he asked suddenly, “what are those donut holes for?” \n\nCindy only looked up, mouth full of warm cock and bits of donut, and smirked." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Wholesome Wasteland" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Honey?\" \n\nZach turned around. Outside, he heard the rumble of the bomber planes. It was the fourth wave this hour. He didn't know why they still tried. Nobody would be out right now. Everyone was down in the cellars, waiting for the break that would inevitably come. \n\nMaura stepped towards him, her hands resting on his chest. He smiled and kissed her. Some days, he felt her lips were the only thing left that was still soft. The ground shook, breaking their kiss unexpectedly. They laughed a little. Awkward silence. Then she rushed in and gave him a brief kiss on his cheek. \n\n\"Be careful, please.\" \n\n\"I will.\" \n\nHe was. He always was. He hated going out, but he hated being hungry even more. The door closed behind him. She was safe now, he told himself. \n\nThe sky was a disturbed shade of red. The bombs always found something new to burn. He stepped out into the rubble, remains of the city under his feet. Above him, under squadron of bombers flew over. He could be back in twenty minutes. \n\nHe navigated past the fires. You learned where to walk after a while. Somewhere around here had been the coffee house for their first date, or technically their only date. The first bombs hit fifteen minutes after she'd walked in, and fourteen minutes after he knew Maura was the one. The first days after were harsh. So many people gone, so few safe places. \n\nThey found a cellar. He made it safe, she made it a home. They knew of others that lived a similar way. Some people grouped together. In the first year, their parties were legendary. Zach always felt Maura was enough. Until now. \n\nHe arrived at one of his rat traps. His favorite. Like every other day, it was full. He grabbed the little cage with the furious rat inside of it and started heading home. \n\nIn the distance, a building collapsed. Zach shivered. Some people still lived above ground. He wanted to be home again and fastened his pace a little. Then he remembered his little patch and took a turn. It was a very small chance, but Maura would be overjoyed with a vegetable. It was a well-hidden patch. He had learned from the four others. \n\nHe didn't have to come closer to see his efforts hadn't paid off yet. With the rat squeaking, he knelt down to feel the soil between his fingers. A sense of hope. People argued that nothing could grow, nothing was worth growing in this world. Zach realized those were the same people that raided his patches. \n\nHe got up. Maura would be worried. He couldn't stay out much longer without raising suspicion. Just as he was about to leave, a small flower caught his eye. He smiled. It had been years since he'd seen a flower. Maura would love it. He carefully scooped it up, taking plenty of soil with the little roots to allow for growth. \n\nThe whole way home, he couldn't stop looking at the flower. Maybe, if everything went well, he could keep it alive for the baby to see. \n\n​\n\n\\---- \n\n​\n\nI know there's not much dirty here, and not even a lot of relationship dynamic, but I absolutely loved your prompt." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The god of pleasure has been sealed for a few thousand years. She cant even masturbate so, needless to say she's quite pent up. But this passer-by might help with that, Not only are they cute they look like just the type to undo her seal..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "**Part 1/2**\n\nThere's a time and a place for believing in miracles, four thousand years after you were fused to a solid marble wall in a cave under the largest mountain in the mortal realm is not one of them. She had been the one performing miracles but those days were long gone, a rival goddess had seen to that, and so mortal desire had been locked away. Desire herself deep beneath this mountain, and mortality's desire suppressed in service of sex for procreation.\n\nNot that there was anything wrong with procreation of course, but to see it as the beginning and end to sex's purpose was a terrible waste. After four thousand years Desire knew better than anyone that sometimes all you really need from sex is a good dicking to get the blood flowing and to work out the rust. \n\nBoth her arms and legs were fused to the wall behind her, her naked body thrust out into the stale cave air, she hadn't been able to as much as touch herself in all that time. Almost two thousand years after her imprisonment her ache had become so powerful and pervasive that her lower lips had started dripping her lust onto the cave floor, and hadn't stopped since. The constant slow drip of lust from her was starting to form a stalagmite on the floor beneath her, but from her own estimations it would take another three thousand years or so for it to grow to a size where she could start to use it to relieve some of her pressure. She'd been so desperate for any kind of action that she had spent two hundred and fifty years trying to get an airflow going in the cave by just blowing out at strategic times, hoping she would at least be able to feel airflow against her skin, but no luck there either.\n\nIt is said that the faithful are rewarded, but that is a proverb of mortals, for there are none capable of rewarding gods. Except perhaps for a potent mixture of luck and fate.\n\nA rock shifted somewhere and Desire felt her entire being focus for the first time in hundred of years, the cave around her seemed as still as always, but she had been locked in this unchanging cave for too long to to be fooled. Something has changed, there was a faint bit of dust in the air, in fact, the air itself was drifting slightly, not much but it was drifting. Another rock shifted and Desire focused her senses on the airflow, putting her two hundred and fifty years of airblowing to use, the disturbance was at the far end of the cave, behind the small bend in it. \n\nThere was... breathing, faint but it was there, and another rock shifted, more dust flowed into the cave and with it, air, fresh air, or at least not the air she had breathed for four millennia. Someone was coming, someone was entering.\n\n“Hello?” A voice called out, a young voice, a mortal voice. “Is... is anyone in here?”\n\n“Yes.” Desire thought and waited, wondering for a while why he didn't respond, before realizing she hadn't spoken aloud. She cleared her throat silently and called out in a beautiful clear voice. “Yes.” She grimaced at the sound of her voice, she used to have a voice that could bring nations to their knees in ecstasy, now her voice was so weak it was even within mortal comprehension.\n\nA young man peaked around the corner and saw her. He was wearing a robe with a rope tied around his waist, a monk had come here? \n\n“It is you.” The monk said amazed. “I have been searing for you for the entirety of my short life.” He stepped forward until he was just a meter from her and fell to his knees. “Thank you oh lords of love and life for guiding me to where I had to be.”\n\nGods of love and life? Either they were new gods on the block or someone had rebranded, either way if they had sent her him she was happy they existed. He looked up at her with sparkling green eyes and heavy breathing. His warm breath flowed against her skin and she suppressed a shiver, oh how she longed to feel his skin against her's, but even gods are stricken with limitations, and no mortal can be compelled to do what they do not desire to do, a creed Desire took most seriously of all the gods. \n\n“You have done well to seek me out, tell me: Do you know to whom you address yourself? And for what reason have you sought me out.” Desire asked, feeling her pussy tighten in anticipation just from the eager smile he showed as he began to speak.\n\n“You are mankind's lost desire, the driving force of the mortal realm, lost for eons as the world stagnated. I am Matthew and I am here to sate you're desire so that you may bring it back to the world of man.” \n\nDesire watched as the monk undid his robe and let it fall to the ground, she had to use all of divine willpower not to bite her lip at the sight of him. She really was really going to have to thank those gods of love and life, because the rescue they had sent had been well chosen. His cock was flaccid but even so it hung heavily between his legs, his chest was sculpted and his eyes shun with devotion.\n\n“Then come Matthew, and touch the desire mankind forgot.” Desire said solemnly, holding back her urge to just tell him to fuck her senseless already. Matthew stepped forward and stood hesitantly in front of her. “Does your commitment waver?”\n\n“No... my lady.” Matthew said, apparently taking a moment to think of a fitting honorific. “I fear I am simply not the right man for the task, I do not know desire truly, though I've sought it out.”\n\n“I see.” Desired managed not to roll her eyes. “But you serve a god of love, and love and desire will always be connected, so if you show me love, I will show you desire.” Matthew listened to the words and nodded, thankfully he skipped his speech this time and stepped forward once more, placing his lips against hers. \n\nShe could have sworn she melted right out of that wall when his lips found hers, not just physical contact, but a kiss? She let his sweet kiss linger, just soaking in the sensation, whoever was responsible for love in his pantheon was an artist of renown. To sculpt sure pure love without desire to empower it was an accomplishment worthy of remembrance in the halls of the gods. Desire pushed back against the kiss, she would elevate that love to heights previously unknown by mortals or divinity, such would be her gift to the god who arranged her rescue. Her lips opened Matthews with ease and she kissed with him a deep longing that flowed from her into him. She could feel his cock come to life, pulsing with energy beneath her as she invited his tongue out to play. Her tongue danced nimbly around his as he moaned, desire taking hold of him.\n\n“I feel it.” Matthew moaned as he pulled out of the kiss and looked down at his cock that was slowing rising up. It was massive, as thick as a man's wrist and almost as long as his thigh. “I feel... you, I feel desire.” He said as he reached out and placed his hand on her heavy breasts.\n\n“You're only just dipping your toes into a grand ocean.” Desire breathed as his hands began caressing her breasts. “Slowly allow yourself into that ocean.” Desire advised as his hands caressed her. She drew the desire in his heart towards her nipples and his fingers found them, stroking them at first before another small tug on his desire made him pinch them. Desire's moan made the mountain itself shutter, and Matthew's cock grew as solid as the rock around him. He stepped closer and took one of her nipples in his mouth, nibbling at it and sucking on it as another moan escaped Desire, making a girl 50 miles away stop her flower picking and wonder what it would feel like to spread for the farmers son. \n\nDesire's pussy dripped once more, but not onto the growing stalagmite this time, it landed on the tip of his cock and his body convulsed with pleasure. “Pure desire can be a powerful thing.” Desire smiled at the sigh of his convulsion. “Do you still wish to swim in my ocean.” There was hunger in his eyes when he looked up at her again, the kind of hunger only she could instill." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "She's a descendant of Ella Enchanted--any direct order given, she must obey. Her body must obey, but she retains her mind. When people find out about it, they usually quietly respect her space. Her best friend just found out and is going to use it to mess with her head (and body)." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Truth or Dare?” \n\n“... truth.” \n\nLiana leaned back against the armrest of the couch, her legs casually sprawled across her friend’s as she raised the beer bottle to her lips once more. The evening was a lazy one, just her and Jules trying to waste away the summer heat with cold drinks and conversation. It had wound its was from stories about their respective days, of lecture halls nearly empty for mid-summer classes and crappy service jobs, to plans for the weekend, to boredom games of never-have-I-ever and to the moment now, as Jules mulled over her options. \n\n“Okay. What do you think is the weirdest quirk about you? *Be honest.*” The last words sent an unintentional shiver through Liana’s spine and she felt her mouth opening before she could even think.\n\n“I have to obey commands.” \n\nA few long seconds of silence passed, the air tight with tension as Liana realized what had happened. What had slipped. The moment settled and her friend’s face bunched into one of confusion. \n\n“What?”\n\n“I... I have to obey commands,” she explained, the words *be honest* still keeping a tight grip on her tongue. “It’s like a lineage thing. Every seven generations, of there’s a woman born she is, like, cursed or something to where she immediately follow commands. I’m the lucky generation I guess.” The spite and frustration rolled off the last sentence as the command looses its hold on her and her eyes searched Jules’s face for some modicum of understanding. \n\nInstead, she found wicked, mischievous glee.\n\n“So... *stand up.*” Liana’s body wrenched her off the couch into a standing position next to the couch, pulling her friend’s expression into one of a child who has just been handed a toy. “Oh shit. Ummm... *get on all fours and bark like a dog.*” Again, Liana obeyed, yelping and basking as the shag carpet pressed little lines into her hands and knees. “Okay, you can stop,” Jules said, laughter lacing her words, “this is going to be fun.” \n\n“It’s not fun!” Her cheeks flaming red, Liana climbed back onto the couch and crossed her legs, lips pressed hard together and tears prickling her eyes. “It’s really messed up, and I wish it wasn’t a thing but it is. Please don’t tell anyone?” \n\n“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” her friend replied, leaning back on the couch and looking far too comfortable with this new information for Liana’s liking. “Let’s keep going. Dare.” \n\n***\n\nThe next week, Liana stepped into a department store with Jules in tow, her mind settled that the moment of danger had passed and they would move on with their lives as if it had never happened. But as she turned to look at a dress, spreading the fabric out between her fingers, Jules’s voice was suddenly hot on her ear. \n\n“*Become aroused.* I want your panties soaked and juicy before we get out of here, but *don’t cum.*” Before Liana could even process what had been said, the warm breath of a command was gone and the heat was in her belly instead. Her friend was a couple of racks away, looking at some cute shirts as if she’d done nothing at all, and met Liana’s horrified expression with an easy smile of her own. As she took a step towards her friend, she could feel the aching arousal between her legs, the moisture starting to flow as her body obeyed the command. Her entire body was a live wire, the soft brushes of the hanging fabric around her and even the rubbing of her jeans on her inner thighs was like electricity, all accumulating in her nether regions. Her hand instinctively cupped at her crotch as if protecting it and she stared up at Jules with wide, desperate eyes as her legs started to bend as if trying to alleviate the situation by hiding amongst the racks.\n\n“Why?” she gasped, her body tingling with pleasure and desperation. But her friend simply ignored her and turned to the shirts in front of her with a smirk lacing her lips. \n\n“Oh, these are cute. I think they have one in your size, too...” \n\nThe shopping was excruciating. Liana followed her friend around on wobbly legs, every sensation like a live wire in her head, her body desperate to get off but forever approaching the edge and teetering there, never falling over into the pleasure it craved. She desperately wanted to just reach down and finish herself off, right there in the middle of the store, but she knew it wouldn’t do any good, the command *don’t cum* still alive and running through her bloodstream. Meanwhile, Jules was flouncing around the store as if everything was completely normal, pulling cute outfits and eventually leading the way to the dressing room, each of them with a handful of things in tow. \n\nWhen they reached the unattended stalls, Jules pushed her into one and followed her in, locking the door behind them. She could hear other people in the dressing room milling about and trying on their own things, but the sensations running through her body were too much of a distraction for her to really think about it. \n\nThat is, until Jules pulled a dildo out of her purse. \n\n“*Fuck yourself with this* while I try on my clothes. I want to see you make a good effort, now...” Immediately, Liana’s hands were unbuttoning her pants, revealing sopping wet panties that she pulled off next. The noises of other people in the dressing room were like alarm bells blaring in her ears, but she couldn’t stop her hands as they grabbed the fake cock and pressed the tip against her entrance. \n\n“Oh, god,” she moaned softly as it slid inside of her, her aching walls racing with pleasure at finally feeling some friction. “Oh god, god, please, let me cum,” she whispered desperately, stumbling back onto the bench and spreading her legs so she could start thrusting the piece of silicone in and out of her body. Instead of giving her permission, though, she watched as Jules methodically picked up and folded her soaked panties so the crotch area, still creamy with her juices, was on the outside layer of the ball of fabric. \n\n“Well, that won’t do. *Open your mouth.*” Liana’s jaw obediently dropped. The panties were shoved in her mouth, her own slick coating her tongue as Jules continued, “*Now hold that in there* so your noises are muffled. Can’t have you letting everyone know what a slut you are.” \n\n“Mmph-” Liana tried to protest, but it was fruitless as her hands continued to thrust the cock in and out of her cunt. She could feel the juices dripping onto the seat below her as she thrust her body onto the cock even as she was pushing it inside, her wild, mindless arousal evoking the desperate humping of animals. Meanwhile, Jules pulled off her shirt and tried on one of her options she had brought in with her, completely ignoring the scene next to her as she turned in the mirror to look at the fit. \n\n“What do you think? One thrust for no, two thrusts for yes.” The silicone rod kept hammering in and out of her, her desperation only driving it faster. “Yeah, I like it, too.” \n\nIt felt like forever that Jules was trying on clothes. The orgasm that she so desperately wanted kept out of her reach by the command, her hands working away at her desperate hole as the cock rubbed just the right places inside of her. Her pleas and moans were muffled by the soaking fabric in her mouth, the taste of her own wetness only adding to the overload of sensations as her friend played with her puppet strings, occasionally flicking over a glance to say things like “*thrust harder*” or “*moan louder*”. Finally, the pile of clothes was done and Jules turned to her, desperately fucking herself in a pool of her own juices. \n\n“All right. *Keep that cock inside of you, take out the panties, and clean up all of your pussy juice that you dripped everywhere with your tongue.*” Obediently, Liana pulled the panties out of her mouth and started to lap at the seat. The texture of the wet cushion was strange against her tongue, but she licked and ate at it with desperate gusto, the command pushing her into every movement. It felt like the pool was a lake, and the moment went on forever in her mind, but as she finally licked up the last drop she felt Jules’s breath on her ear again. \n\n“*Cum.*”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "\"could you drink this potion for me please ,i need to write its effect down\"" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“You just want me to drink this weird ass shit?”\n\n“Mhm. Nothing in its deadly or poisonous, you’ll be fine.”\n\nKylie’s smile almost always melted Trisha’s stubbornness. The 23 year old chugged her roommates potion and grimaced, scrunching her face a little. \n\n“Bleh, tastes like a Pepto and anchovie smoothie. “\n\nKylie tried not to laugh as she jotted it down in her notebook. \n\nA few minutes passed, nothing seemed to be happening...but then Trisha started to sweat. \n\n“Sweating...”\n\n“Um Kylie would mind um, um...um”\n\nTrisha had absently closed her eyes and began to squeeze her breast as she rocked back and forth in her chair. Kylie wrote notes quickly as Trisha began to moan. \n\nHer moans grew louder and she played with her breast more, even almost taking her shirt off. She was soaked, and though she almost desperately tried to get her pants off, her fingers were unsteady from pleasure and unable to grip the button. \n\nKylie continued to write down notes as Trisha gripped the side of the table and squeezed her legs together. She moaned loud and long, slowly fading into a pleasured whimper as she came down from her orgasm.\n\nTrisha slumped in the chair. She was panting, her cum dripped down her leg slowly, and she was smiling. \n\n“Jesus Christ...”\n\nKylie mumbled as she finished jotting down notes." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[Incest] A single mom, desperate for money. She's been making extra selling clips online. She gets an unthinkable offer. Big Big Money, for a genuine, provable incest video. She couldn't do it...could she?" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Her mouth dropped as she read the email. She had never seen so many 0's for an offer before. Sure, she had managed to make some good money from the weirdo's on the internet, selling used panties, very specific pictures of lewd acts; you know, the usual. \n\nBut this offer, as lucrative as it sounded, came with a greater cost than she had assumed possible. Incest. The very word made her stomach queasy, but she found her mind still wandering towards the subject. As much as her unease fought it, she found herself populating a shortlist of potential suitors.\n\nMark, her Uncle-in-Law. He was in his mid 40's, bald-broad shouldered, and strong as an ox from his years toiling on his farm. Truthfully, she had wanted to fuck him from the first time she laid her eyes on his powerful, tanned forearms. And then, his powerful chest, tight against his shirt. finally her gaze rested on his. They stared at each other for a moment too long, and the feeling she had then sent shivers through her chest and between her thighs.\n\nHowever, she thought, looking for any reason to say no to this preposterous idea, it may not count. Seeing as he was her dick-less husband's uncle, she doubted his chances.\n\nAlthough, she considered, she was daddy's girl. Stephen was the man she loved most in the world, and that love had a very blurry line. She didn't think he was particularly handsome, but she had seen him at his best and worst, and was probably biased. He stood tall and lean, and his grey hair made him look distinguished. She reflected on their relationship. The times he had put her to sleep when she was younger. How he had held the blankets above her, spending time staring at her vulnerable body. Clothed in sheer nighties and underwear, she could tell his purpose was not entirely paternal. Actually, it didn't feel paternal at all. Maybe that was why he had come to mind so quickly when she began to consider this vulgar situation. \n\nShe knew her Pa had wanted a son, and when she was 14 and her brother died, she watched their relationship shift. He started to look at her as though she didn't exist, and if she did, only as a tool to be used. When she was old enough, she tried to help him in his workshop. He would point and grunt at objects, and if she didn't comprehend his intent quickly enough, or do the task exactly how he wanted there would be punishment. The backs of her thighs began to tingle as she remembered all of the times she laid over his knee. He would hike up her skirt, and lay a thin switch to her behind, admonishing her throughout the process. Often her ass and thighs would be swollen and raw, shining bright pink in the mirror. She had to do her final exams standing at a desk. But after awhile she got better at helping, and the spanking had gradually stopped. \n\nAs she matured and reflected on their relationship however, she found a fond respect and admiration for him. Her father taught her to be tough, independent, and to live her life on her own terms. And now, as the screen unblinkingly displayed the generous request, she was realizing she wanted to show her gratitude. As she thought about the way he had looked at her with such intense purpose, and the unspoken pleasure each of them felt in the workshop, her chest started to flush, and her seat grew warmer. She grazed the soft, supple skin of her forearm with the tips of her fingers, electricity tracing their path.\n\nShe stopped, realizing what she was considering, and silently shamed herself for getting so aroused. Remember, you're a businesswoman, she scolded, and you have to consider this logically and without emotion. You were just thinking about the discipline your father instilled in you, behave yourself. But then, another thought crossed her mind. \"I wish my daddy would spank me and punish his little girl.\" She pushed it out of her thought and breathed deeply to center herself.\n\nEventually she settled, and began to contemplate the offer clearly again. There was one more option on her list. It was the most agreeable to her because, after all, he had been inside her before. Her son from her first marriage, Troy. At 21, he was in the prime of his youth. A wide variety of athletic trophies adorned the shelves in his room. He was the classic jock in every way, and that meant he was dumb as a post, just like his father. It was both endearing and exploitable, in equal measure.\n\nIn fact, she paused. I bet I could convince him if I made it look like an accident. Soon her head swirled with possibilities, and they weren't easy to ignore. She could stage it so he walked in on her during a bath, or while she was masturbating in the living room. Maybe it would be better if it were more intimate, like a caring mother-son massage, or a relaxing session of yoga.\n\nIt had become too much for her. Her pussy was dripping through her panties, and a small puddle was forming under the curve of her cheeks. Her nipples were thrusting themselves through her blouse, and her chest and face were flush with crimson lust. She reached between her thighs and started stroking herself around the edges of her center, feeling the slick skin and sending pulses through her body with every movement. She was doing the absolute minimum to scratch the itch of her heat, but it gave her enough relief to think for a moment. \n\nShe realized it quickly. If this is how how I get just thinking about fucking these men, I don't need to be logical for this decision. Really. I should have started this years ago. \n\nShe quickly opened a new browser tab, and found pictures of the three men she was fantasizing. Her intense uncle, her stern father, and her hunk of a son. At this point her two fingers had forgotten they were supposed to be teasing, and begun to swirl upwards, circling her clit. She moaned loudly, and realizing, stifled it. \n\nHer eyes darted around, and her ears perked to hear any movement. After a moment however, she remembered her husband was at work and her son would still be at school for a little while. She was alone at the moment, and fresh lightning raced through her core as she leaned back in her chair. She pulled off her blouse with one hand as the other slid underneath her frilly underwear. Her breasts bounced against her chest, supple and pointed slightly upwards. She relished the feeling as her nipples clung to the blouse fabric for the friction it created.\n\nShe began to fondle her breasts, imagining her father's dirty hands appraising them, judging them. She looked up towards where she imagined his eyes would meet hers, and practiced her best puppy eyes. As she did so, her finger slid down through her sex, and thrust itself deep inside her pussy. Soon the second finger joined, and she thrust her hips beggingly towards them. She tugged hard at her nipples, and relished the suite of sensations that rocked her body. She lifted her left leg up and rested it on the desk, and rubbed her clit vigorously with her thumb. Her breathing had become quite labored, and she lowered the tempo, gently stroking her pussy and cupping her breasts from underneath, so as to savor the heat of the moment.\n\nAnd then her son Troy walked in. \n\nThey looked at each other awkwardly, but they didn't break eye contact. After a few moments, the energy in the room switched from surprise, to embarrassment and then, unexpectedly, anticipation. It was there it stayed, and their eyes seemed to dare the other to make the first move. However, he had the advantage. She was so aroused that the delay of her release became unbearable. \n\nShe lowered her leg from the desk, and spoke, \"Honey, I was hoping you could do something for me.\" She turned the chair towards him, and spread her legs invitingly. At the same time, she reached over to the computer and started her webcam recording.\n \n\nShould I continue?" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Have you heard the phrase, \"sweating like a whore in church\"? As, far as the priest knew, she wasn't actually a whore, just really slutty. She comes to confess her sexy sins each week and makes his cock ache from the excrutiating details. No atonement he assigned has had any effect. Yet." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The clicking of heels on the wooden floor rang out in an unmistakable cadence. Father Daniel peeked through the door of the confessional to confirm his worst fears.\n\n“Oh, God help me,” he muttered, making a cursory sign of the cross and reaching down to straighten his collar, then again to adjust the beginnings of a bulge in his pants. \n\nFather Dan, eschewing Daniel in an attempt to connect with the younger generation, was not by any means a wayward man. He had given himself to God two decades ago, abandoning any temptations of the flesh in that time. In truth, he hadn’t missed it often, his focus being more spiritual than physical, but there were some exceptions. Well, an exception. \n\nHolly, whose name could only be a sign of the Lord’s truest sense of irony, had come into his church perhaps a year ago. At the time she’d worn a dress that was little more than cling film, her body clearly outlined, but that was a temptation easily avoided as Father Dan was well-versed in closing his eyes and thinking of the Kingdom of Heaven. She hadn’t slunk into the confessional a shameful sinner, but strode proudly through the church, bearing the judgmental looks of other parishioners with a hint of pride. \n\n“Forgive me Father, for I have most definitely sinned,” she had crooned, her voice smoky, sultry, and dripping with sex. It was how she had started every session and, in truth, was part of Father Dan’s problem because as a true believer he felt it was his duty to listen to her every word, laser-focused on the sinner next to him, so that he could prescribe a path to fully absolve their sin. This meant listening as she laid out her life in vivid detail, talking about the men, women, and electronic devices she had bedded. Though, Father Dan recalled, it was actually fairly rare for one of Holly’s trysts to involve a bed.\n\nMost people, thankfully, were vague in the confessional. The booth, the sense of intimacy, it had a mystical power that Father Dan appreciated because frankly, he didn’t want or need to know most of the details. \n\n“I uh … had lusty thoughts about my neighbor’s wife,” could mean many things, but that was irrelevant. Father Dan’s role was to help guide the sinner away, and so he could offer up passages of scripture, a few Hail Marys or Our Fathers as the case may be, and move on with his day.\n\n“But then he came inside her after promising ME every drop, so of course I had to get my face deep in her pussy, the air around us just thick with the smell of sex and slide my tongue between her folds. Oh, it was divine, her pussy was this sort of musky, tangy scent but his cum was just pure salty desire. I was ravenous, going after every last drop, to the point that I think I may actually have sprained my tongue,” can mean only one very specific thing. \n\nShe was a wordsmith, a poet of carnal happenstance, and Father Dan’s moral code bound him to listen to every encounter retold in visceral detail. It was excruciating, invigorating, and always left him in search of his own penitence. Still, the faith in his heart whispered that she was a soul in need of saving, and though he was not a prideful man bringing someone like this to the flock would nonetheless be a bit of a feather in his cap, wouldn’t it? \n\nAnd for MONTHS now he had been trying, and failing, to do exactly that. No scripture, no spoken word, no support group could seemingly sate this woman’s insatiable desire to indulge her wanton imagination but then she came back every week at the same time to express what seemed like genuine penitence. Father Dan was a kind man, a gentle man, a patient man, but he was also a man unused to desires such as she made him feel, and these sessions had started to turn painful for him as his cock twitched impotently, begging for some release." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "In a magic-spell-gone-wrong scenario you end up slowly physically turning into your best friend's dream partner. To your absolute horror you discover that also involves your mind slowly acquiring new thought patterns and strong, overwhelming feelings..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "He called me, late in the middle of the night.\n\n\"Yo, I got into the restricted cabinet! Snagged a few spells, one of them says it creates the woman of your dreams. Its components seem pretty doable, I'm gonna try and cast it tonight.\" Mike told me over the phone.\n\n\"Yea yea, whatever, I'm trying to sleep dude, let me know how it goes.\" I tell him, hanging up the phone. We both went to Crescent University, which was basically a college for spellcasters. Mike had always been a little more mischievous, and it seems like he stopped himself tonight. Breaking in lot the restricted cabinet is a huge nono. It contained all the spells deemed too dangerous, or too bad of a risk to cast.\n\nThroughout the night, I had strange dreams. Really sexual dreams, but not like the normal one I had. In these I was the girl getting fucked. I woke up in the morning and quickly forgot about them. I got up and went to the bathroom, then I noticed something strange. Looking in the mirror, I noticed my hair has grown a bit. Like a couple inches over the night. I dismissed it, thinking I just hadn't been paying attention to its length. I pull down my boxers, ready to take a piss, and notice something I couldnt have mistaken. Even with my morning wood, I was about two inches shorter than normal. \"What the fuck?\" I said to my self, before slapping a hand over my mouth. What the fuck happened to my voice? It had raised about half an octave, like I was back before I went through puberty. I ran back to the mirror and looked more carefully at myself. My hair was definitely longer, my jawline more round, my face more soft, my figure beginning to thin out, specifically my midsection, and my chest was protruding ever so slightly forward. \"This has to be a fucking dream.\" I tell myself, still in a higher pitched voice. I slap my face as hard as I can, leaving a large red mark. Nope. Still here.\n\n\"Hey you good in there?\" I hear my roommate call.\n\n\"Yea, just...trying to wake up.\" I call back, attempting to drop my voice an octave.\n\n\"Dude, you sound sick, you sure you're good?\"\n\n\"Yea, just might be a little late to class, why dont you head out without me.\"\n\n\"Aight dog, hope you feel better.\" He finished, and I hear the dorm door click open then shut. I run back to my room, and grab my baggiest sweater and throw it over me. It should at least hide my figure. I grab my CU baseball cap and tuck my hair into it. \n\n\"That's the best I'm gonna do.\" I tell myself, before heading out to Enchantment class.\n\nWhen I get there, I see Mike, and feel a weird excitement to see him. I head over and sit next to him. He looks over at me, looking down at my sweater\n\n\"Dude, you good? It's like 70° in here.\"\n\n\"Yea, I'm good, just a little sick.\" I tell him, again trying to keep my voice low. He shrugs and looks toward the front, where the professor has started the lesson.\n\nAfter class I bolt to the restroom and take a look at myself in the mirror. My face is extremely feminine now, and by chest is definitely pushing out my sweater. I pull off my cap and my hair flops out down to my shoulders. I step back into a stall and pull my pants down. My dick is gone. Completely. And a small opening has begun to form where my taint was. I reach out and touch it, and a wave of pleasure washes over me. And with this wave, images of Mike start flooding my mind, and I cant say why, but I loved it..." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The forbidden woods are infamous throughout the land for containing all sorts of monsters that would sexually enslave any maiden they encounter. One maiden, sexually excited by all the stories, dons her skimpiest clothing and enters the woods, hoping that the monsters will love her." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I could scarcely believe my eyes. Darting from one shadow to the next, I watched as this angel, this vision of beauty, stray from the path and wander into the deeper woods. The clothes she wore could barely be called such--a simple undergarment I could see every contour of her body beneath, a pair of stockings and shoes.\n\n\"Oh, I *hope* no monsters are hunting me already,\" she called out. Did she realize the danger she was in? I was far from the only creature in these woods.\n\nAs if to punctuate this thought, a sinuous vine slithered out of the brush. An alruane. Like clockwork, the vaguely humanoid plant ambled into the clearing, its vinetips wriggling in anticipation. The woman didn't move--she seemed rooted to the spot, her auburn hair the only part of her that visibly stirred at the creature's approach. I decided it was time to act.\n\n\"No!\" I barked, lunging from my hiding place and seizing the alraune, its camouflaged thorns pricking at my palms, softer than most of my stony flesh. Tearing its torso apart--if you could call a loose bundle of thorny vines woven together a torso--I growled and threw the halves of the bisected being apart and roared at the sky. \"She's mine!\" I bellowed. \"Stay away!!\"\n\nA soft, feathery touch graced my shoulder. I turned, the blood still pumping in my ears and temples, and locked eyes with the woman. Her sparkling blue eyes were wide, though she seemed more...excited than afraid. \"What did you say?\"\n\n\"I'm not claiming you,\" I growled softly as I could, beginning to pick thorns out of my palms and fingers. Her hands--tiny by comparison but graceful and tender--thrust between mine.\n\n\"Sit,\" she whispered, \"Let me.\"\n\nI sat and offered my hands, scanning the surrounding brush as her gentle touch coaxed the alraune's thorns from my flesh. The thing wasn't dead, but I'd taught it a lesson...its halves were crawling slowly back into the woods.\n\n\"So if you're not claiming me...why did you call me yours?\" There was a velvety tone to her voice, but I wasn't sure what it meant.\n\n\"I've seen alraune tear women apart. They're some of the nastier beasts in these woods. But you're the only woman I've seen walk in completely defenseless and almost naked.\"\n\n\"So you were just protecting me. You don't think of me as yours.\"\n\n\"Right.\"\n\n\"Who taught a troll to speak Common?\"\n\n\"My mother was only half-troll,\" I explained. \"What are your plans now?\"\n\nExamining my callous-coated hands, she murmured, \"Was anything else hurt?\"\n\n\"No, I...\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\"\n\n\"Why are you so concerned with me, human?\"\n\nShe chewed her lip. \"You're concerned with me. I came to these woods looking...looking for love.\"\n\n\"Are you sure?\"\n\n\"I...\"\n\n\"My cave is five minutes away.\"\n\nEdit: a minor word choice" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A smith rewards our heroes with magical armor for their heroic deeds: platemail enchanted to be light as cloth, whisper-quiet leather that senses danger, and so on. One party member receives an absurdly revealing outfit imbued with a strangely powerful magical ability." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“And here it is!” the dwarf proclaimed. “The finest piece of armor I have!” She held up a jar full of some viscous green liquid, a grin visible under her bushy brown beard. “It will give yah damage resistance against all elements, and all physical harm! It’s touch, yet flexible. Hard, yet light! It’s the perfect armor!” \n\nI wasn’t convinced. I was pretty sure I saw another female fighter like me wearing something like this under her clothes a few weeks ago, all sensitive and distracted. \n\nThe green goo wasn’t like anything else in the Dwarf’s armor shop. Something like the mithril chain mail she made, that would be fine. But... that?\n\n“Och, this armor will be rust free for life, guaranteed! She’ll even eat rust too!” she continued, holding up the jar right in front of my eyes. I was sure it jiggled sensuously, which was a strange thing for a jar to do.\n\nYeah, I was pretty sure what he was holding up. “That’s totally just a slime in that jar.” I said accusingly. \n\nShe took a step back and had a face full of hammed up shock. “No it isn’t!” she said in her most innocent voice.\n\n“No I ain’t!” said the jar in a tinny little muffled voice. \n\nWe looked down at the talking jar. Then at each other. The jar looked at both of us. \n\n“I wasn’t supposed to say that, was I?” the jar guiltily asked. \n\nThe dwarf sighed. “Well, shit. If you still want her, her name is Playte the slime, and she’s 250 gold.” She looked at the slime, “and no, you weren’t supposed to say that.” \n\n“Awww, I’m sorry.” The slime sounded so sad when it said that. “Can you buy me? Please? I promise I’ll be super tough for you.” \n\nI stared back into the slime, a face forming in the jar with a bubbly nose. Literally, the nose was a giant air bubble. I thought about it, and the slime did sound so sweet, and if it actually did have those damage resistances, a real bargain. “Say, blacksmith, is it as strong as you say?” \n\nShe nodded, eyes gleaming at the opportunity. “Absolutely! It’ll make you almost invincible, and it’s almost impossible for any foe to peel off.” \n\nWell, 250 gold wasn’t much to spend on a gamble. “Sure, I’ll take the slime,” I told the smith while I brought out a bag of gold. \n\n“Yay!” the slime yelled in a happy, tinny voice. “I’ll make you so happy!” \n\nI counted out the coins as the slime danced in its jar and the blacksmith explained how to put the slime on. “Well, it’s simple really, you just open the jar and pour it on yourself.” She pulled the coins in over the counter, dropping them into her own sack before handing me the jar. \n\n“Come on! Put me on!” the jar excitedly said. \n\nWell, here goes nothing. I unscrew the cap and start pouring it over my shoulders. It was a cold sensation, and the slime was practically vibrating on top of me as it slid through my clothing and down my torso. “Ooh, don’t mind if I give you a cleaning!”\n\nThe feeling of the skin cleaning was bizarre, like a gentle warmth as the slime sucked all over me. I felt myself getting lighter as the slime kept slipping lower and lower. I close my eyes, bracing for the sensation as it covered my privates, the slime starting to feel awfully invasive as it coated my groin and started to make its way down my thighs. \n\n“Hmphhh,” I sucked in air through my teeth as I felt myself lighten up. I opened my eyes to see the progress, see my naked breasts covered by a thin layer of green goo-\n\n“Hey wait!” I yelled at the slime and blacksmith. “It’s eating my clothes!” They were all dissolving! My shirt, my trousers, and my underwear! I reached for the last fragments of my panties, dissolving in my grasp. The dwarf was pointing at a very conspicuous “no refunds” sign. \n\n“I can sell you a chainmail bikini of acid resistance if you’d like.” she said with a pleased chuckle. “I’ll even adjust the size for you, extra cheap if you’d like!”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "In a world where Men/Women (you decide) are sold as pets and kept in a chastity device until they are sold. Our MC hopes he/she will find a good home. And finally, touch that locked away body part that has been tingling since puberty." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "> content: petplay, chastity, bdsm, tg.\n\nI had been transported in a small wire cage for a week since I was “adopted.” With it, the sights and sounds and smells often changed. I had moved out from the unkempt farm to the grim and sterile processing center to a rack in the adoption center. There, I sat in the cage, next to all the other pets hoping for good owners.\n\nMy master found me there, scanning the cages. There, he found me, pointing me out with a finger. “She has an interesting hair color. Black and white. Is that a genetic abnormality.”\n\nThe assistant accompanying him nodded. “Yessir. We’ve starting calling her ‘pepper’ because of that. We’re not supposed to give them any pet names to override her legal name yet, but it seems to have stuck.”\n\nI lifted my head to look at them, the short black and white hair falling out of the way of my blue eyes. I saw him for the first time, staring back at me, his own eyes as blue as mine and his beard and hair as peppery as mine. He looked young for that, his skin barely wrinkled, and he moved with the energy of someone my age. \n\nHe studied me closely, looking at my fair skin, my ample breasts, and of course my chastity belt. He asked another question, “Is she trained?”\n\n“Oh, yes sir. She can talk and write, a proper education actually.”\n\n“I was talking about sexual training.”\n\n“Oh, um. She was trained by us very recently. Stimulus testing, oral accommodations, anal sensitivity. She knows what she’s doing. She’s still a virgin of course, but we made sure that she knows what an orgasm feels like. She’s actually addicted to them and can’t stop begging us to take her belt off.”\n\n“Hnnng,” I whined. That’s true! I really really want to cum! Oh please, just adopt me already!\n\nMy master had stroked his short beard along his chin. “Hmm. The speaking and the disobedience, we’ll have to train out of her. Otherwise, that’s perfect.”\n\n——————\n\nAnd from there I was transported again. New sights and smells. The inside of a car, and then my cage was wrapped in some kind of shiny paper. Then the smells of pumpkin pie, the sounds of people talking and some strange barking sounds, like another girl was saying “Ruff!” Over and over again. I was bound in my cage, arms tightly strapped on top of my chest as I lay on my back. A gag stuffed my mouth, rendering me unable to speak.\n\nMaster has told me not to speak and offered a treat at the end. I hoped that means I would be free of chastity, free to cum. I had tasted that pleasure, the orgasmic high once, and I resolved to stay in this program so I can feel it again.\n\n“Merry Christmas Samantha!” master yelled in joy, the sound of his voice muffled by the wrapping.\n\n“Merry Christmas, Lucas!” another person said, a cheery woman’s voice, full of mirth. \n\n“Ruff!”\n\nI couldn’t tell who or what that was. It sounded female and distinctly human. \n\n“Enjoy your presents, Samantha! I brought you something special in the big one!”\n\nAnd then I heard the wrapping paper being torn away, the light starting to edge in through the cracks. With a final tear, I saw the face of a smiling woman, a bit aged but smiling like a giddy child. She was Samantha, my new mistress.\n\n“Oh my gosh, Lucas! Another pet! You shouldn’t have!” she squeals in glee, hugging my master. They looked so happy as I wiggled a little, trying to emphasize my helplessness. I wanted out already! I wanted to kiss and hug them too for adopting me. I was bound, my mouth stuffed full of a rubbery gag, and I was not yet out of the cage.\n\nMore wrapping paper was torn down, revealing the bottom branches of a Christmas tree adorned with multicolored lights. Yet more paper fell away, heightening my anticipation and revealing a surprising sight, another pet, tearing the paper away with her mouth.\n\n“Woof!” She barked. Her hair was short, red, and curly, her eyes a lightning yellow. She bounded about my cage, sniffing and wagging her tail. A length of fluff held up in the air behind herself. \n\n“Yes, yes, Ginger. You’ll get to sniff at her eventually. She’s your gift as well!” Master said, rubbing the hair of the other pet. A little bell made a tinkling noise from under her. “Now let’s get her out of there.”\n\nThe cage rattled a bit as the latch was undone. Samantha took no time cradling me out, her blonde locks draping over my face as she held me up with surprising strength. “Oh, she’s adorable! I can’t wait to have her around the house! Oh Lucas, you spoil me!”\n\nMaster smiled and said, “Anything for the woman of my life. With the kids gone, and with Ginger looking so lonely too, I just had to.” \n\nSamantha laid me down on the couch and rubbed my speckled hair. “Oh, did you name her yet? Let’s call her Pepper!”\n\nI could almost squeal in glee as she said that. I’d have a name, a home, and a friend. Pepper and Ginger. What a pair. I mumbled underneath my gag and wiggles my arms around, hoping she’d release my other bonds too.\n\n“Oh, don’t worry Pepper. I’ll get those for you.” Mistress promised. She loosened up the buckles holding my arms down, and then the buckle at the back of my gag. “Now what do we say, Pepper?”\n\nI worked my jaw around before giving a sincere, “Thank you so much, Samantha.”\n\nShe just laughed back! “Oh, dear. It’s a new pet, and what a silly pet indeed!” she remarked as I blushed from the confusion. “Pets don’t speak like that! They bark! Or meow! Now try again, Pepper.”\n\n“Uh, woof?”\n\nShe rubbed my head appreciatively, and I couldn’t help but feel better about my mistake. “Oh, that’s better. We’ll work on that, and you can always look to your senior pet for guidance. Isn’t that right, Ginger?”\n\n“Ruff!” she barked, kneeling up. I noticed that she didn’t have any metal band around her waist. She wasn’t being kept in chastity, which raised my hopes. I’d be free in this house, free to cum...\n\nMy mix of anxiety and desire must have worried Master. He rubbed my head too, and spoke reassuringly, “Oh, don’t worry. We’ll let you talk normally from time to time. This is just a play thing for us and Ginger, but before that, I did promise some treats.”\n\nI smiled and barked appreciatively. “Woof!” I pawed at my chastity belt too, the solid band around my waist and the metal plate in between my legs that left my asshole open for business and tail plugs. I was eager to get out of here!\n\nMaster gave an order to Ginger, “Ginger, present!”\n\nImmediately, she sprung up, her hair bouncing as she painted with her tongue out. I saw her small breasts in full detail, but also her cock. A red bow with a little bell wrapped just above the testicles to mark the festive mood. She was fully erect, the head of her cock throbbing. Ginger bounces up and down on her toes, making her dick bounce up and down too like a leaf in the wind, ringing the tiny silver bell.\n\n“Oh yes, we said you’d be a gift to Ginger too,” Lucas said as he rubbed her hair once again, before leaning down to stroke her cock. She whined as he spoke, “We kind of like teasing her a bit too much, and yet she’s always so patient. Never tried to masturbate, never tried to make herself cum, but she’s always so horny and so desperate to cum. When we let her talk, sometimes that’s the only thing she ever talks about. Most of the time, we just have to shut her up with a gag!”\n\n“Ruff!” Ginger looked just as excited as me. \n\n“Oh, she was so desperate to get adopted and uncaged. I’m sure you’re the same, right?”\n\nI nodded. “I.. w-woof!”\n\n“Alright then, Pepper. On your hands and knees, present yourself to Ginger.”\n\nI wouldn’t mind getting fucked by either of them. I want to get fucked by all of them. The wait had made me drip from my chastity belt in the cage, and I couldn’t help but think that this was it, my final release. I wiggles my butt at Ginger, trying to draw her closer, waiting for my belt to fall off onto the floor with a satisfying clunk.\n\nI didn’t feel my belt falling off. Instead, I felt Ginger’s hands on my back, moving up from my ass to my shoulder blades. Then I felt her poking with something wet and slippery. First at my ass, then at my belt, before I felt her prodding at my asshole.\n\nI balked, realizing what was happening. “Master!” I begged, “Can’t you let me get fucked and cu-cum from my pussy?”\n\nMaster and Mistress just laughed at me. “I’ll forgive your outburst for now,” he said with a sadistic tone, “and I’d like to see you cum someday. The problem is, is that Ginger is a bit of a quick shot when she’s been teased this long, and we don’t neuter our pets and we can’t watch the two of you the whole time. I don’t have anything against puppies, but it’s more responsible to let her fuck you in the ass.”\n\nI whined. “But-“\n\n“No buts! Unless it’s your butt that is. No talking either, just barks, whines, yaps, and all the other adorable pet noises. Can you do that?”\n\n“Woof.” \n\n“Good girl. Now, Ginger, go and fuck her.”\n\n“Ruff!”\n\nMy arms buckled as she began penetrating into me, spreading out my ass. I moaned in pleasure as I felt her thrust and press my shoulders down. All this time, I was so horny, and even after being sent to a good home, I was merely the pet of a pet, whose jingling bell rang every time she thrust in and out.\n\n“Ruff ruff ruff!”\n\n“Woof woof!” I barked in reply.\n\nWith a howl, she spurted her cum into me, pressing down and biting at my throat. I melted underneath her in a puddle of desire, hoping I’d have a chance to cum, just like Ginger.\n\n“That’s a good girl.”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The first mermaid to ever be discovered is currently in captivity in a Aquarium/research center in Florida. The temperature of the water and time of year seem to have triggered her mating instincts." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I walked into the enclosure, swinging a gleaming covered pot in my right hand and carrying a small examination kit under my left arm. The door sealed itself behind me automatically with a quiet hiss, as it always did. Overhead, the massive dome of glass panes let in the dull orange light of an early winter sunset.\n\n\"Hello, Marilyn,\" I called out, more for my own amusement than for her sake. A part of me scoffed within. It was a stupid name, the outcome of a public plebiscite. Marilyn the Mermaid, indeed; the height of wit and wordplay. One was tempted to chalk it up to the legendary intellect of Florida Man, but it's not like things were going all too brilliantly back home in Merry Olde, either.\n\nI came to a stop on the edge of the platform and looked for her in the pool, and there she was, out at the far end, just a shadow under the surface, cutting through the water much faster than any human could. I remained still for a few minutes, and watched her swim in circles and figure eights. She appeared frustrated.\n\nDoc Kaz theorised that she was in heat. Certainly, I saw the recording of frottage-like behaviour. And yes, I saw footage of the incident with the repair diver. It was, to my mind, inconclusive. Bloody oaf, anyway. He was making so much noise and generating so much ambient vibration that in Marilyn's place I would have whacked him in the balls, too. Why on earth had we not sequestered her for the duration of repairs, I'll never know. \n\nI glanced at the status display built into the wall over the platform. We were mostly green - filtration, circulation, oxygen - except for the camera system, which was entirely on the fritz. I wondered what had happened, and decided against filing a work order for the moment. Perhaps it was something I could fix myself, later. Anything to spare us more floundering wrench-monkeys in the pool.\n\nMarilyn seemed to notice me, then. She broke out of her movement pattern and beelined toward me. Her swimming form was beautiful; pure undulation of the tail and the lower body, with the arms held flush against the sides. *Homo aquaticus*, like 'Marilyn', seemed too crass. *Homo sirena*, if I had my way, would better convey the enchantment that inhered in her existence.\n\nShe breached, put her forearms on the platform in front of my feet, and stared up into my eyes. Her own were a blue-grey, with a faint inner ring of hazel-brown. The pupils were markedly dilated from baseline, which, I suppose, at a stretch, lent minor support to Kaz's oestrus idea. \n\nThe human-ness of her face never failed to strike me as remarkable. It certainly resembled no craniofacial reconstruction of *Homo erectus* that I've ever seen. With her epicanthic folds and delicate, broad nostrils, it bore a passing similarity to the face of a modern East Asian woman, or perhaps a member of certain Amerindian haplogroups. There was no reasonable mechanism for this kind of parallel evolution in the deep ocean and on land, and immense selection pressure against it. Yet, here we were. \n\n\"You are a mystery, darling,\" I told Marilyn, and her speechless lips twitched slightly. \"Though I have absolutely no doubt that you are as sapient as Doc Kaz or myself, and a great deal more sapient than the average Floridian.\"\n\nI squatted to make a cursory appraisal of the mermaid. The blue-tinged skin, which would have presented as quite cyanotic in a human, appeared healthy enough, but I had the strong suspicion that she was beginning to lose weight. She hadn't eaten anything for the fourth day in a row - hardly a dangerous fast for a human, but we had reason to believe her base metabolic rate was rather higher than ours, and we were still fumbling in the dark when it came to her precise micronutrient requirements. It was making me nervous, and it had to be solved.\n\nShe stretched out an arm to touch me, and I fought down the reflex to hop away. Fruitless communication, my arse; I'd learned long ago that with any intelligent creature, trust was a two-way street. I set the examination kit aside and let her hand meander up my calf and to my knee. She curled her fingers and hooked them with mine, one of the contact gestures she favoured.\n\n\"I brought you fish,\" I smiled at her as radiantly as I could - I am not much for smiling - and uncovered the pot. \"Sliced it up for you. Proper sashimi. Delicious stuff. Fragrant.\"\n\nThe mermaid, stone-faced, turned her head aside.\n\n\"Look.\" I made a big show of eating a slice of raw salmon myself. \"Have a go? One small piece. Here.\"\n\nThe mermaid flicked her fingers against the knuckles of my offering palm, without violence, but just hard enough to send the food flying.\n\n\"Right,\" I pressed my lips together. \"Well, we'll go back to that. Shall we have a closer look at you?\"\n\nI pushed the food pot away, crouch-hopped back, and slapped the platform surface. \"Come on, Marilyn. Up we go! All right? Yes. There's a dear.\"\n\nShe played coy for a moment, as was her habit, as if to let me know that she was going to join me on her own terms. Then, with a brilliant flex and splash of the tail, she leapt up and landed beside me, rolling to a supine position.\n\n\"Thank you very much,\" I said, wiping droplets of pool water from my face. \"No need for any crude benzodiazepines, is there.\"\n\nI hated the idea of sedating the mermaid, and had made my views known to the team, rather forcefully. They, as usual, ribbed me about being too protective, but I got my way on that one, at least. I had reason to believe (and I certainly intended to write the paper) that her breathing was partly voluntary, not automatic, somewhat like a cetacean's. The last time those hacks tried to dose her, she went into an apneustic breathing pattern. And this was the sole captive specimen we're talking about. The mind reeled, honestly." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[IP] You've been hired as the personal assistant of the Pharaoh's divine daughter. Your duties include, but are not limited to: butler, chef, and occasional masseur. (M/F, Vanilla)" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Hired was a loose term. *Hired*. More like forced into servitude. Either way, it wasn't a bad job, and the pay was substantial, I just belonged to the Pharaoh for the foreseeable future. I had no want for food, or for education, or even for sleep. My position as assistant to the daughter of the Pharaoh was surprisingly lax. My job was to attend to her every need, and she was lazy. Most of the time it was cooking a meal here and there, mixing drinks, and providing fresh fruit to her. After a couple of weeks, it became more comfortable. Instead of my title, assistant, she began to use my name.\n\nThe first time it happened, I was finishing up putting the dining set away when she called. \"Ashur,\" she said, as I placed them in the washing bucket. \"Ashur,\" she called again, never one to raise her voice. \"Ashur,\" she said one last time in a melodic sing-song voice. This time I was almost in her bedchamber, and was drying my hands on a towel. When I inclined my head to see her need, she was facing away from me, wearing only a small linen cloth. As soon as she was certain I had seen her, she dropped the cloth and lay down on her lounge chair. \"Rub my back,\" she said. The room was dim enough that I could only see the shadow of the curvatures of her body, stark black shadows against the olive tone of her immaculate skin. I questioned my motives as I approached her, knowing full well that maintaining my professional demeanor was paramount if I planned to keep my life.\n\nWhen I stopped at the edge of her lounge chair, I could finally see more. The pharaoh's daughter had removed all of her clothing and was lying prone on the chair, her head turned to the right, and eyes closed. In the dim torch-light of the room, I could still barely make out much. To the right, though, I could see a bowl of oil that she intended for me to use as a lubricant for the massage. \"Yes, ma'am.\"\n\nI dipped my hands in the oil, and looked over her naked body. I hesitated, letting warm droplets of oil fall over her back, admiring the shadow's cast in the small dimples of her lower back, and the dusk of the light at the junction of her ass cheeks. \"Let me know where you would like me to focus, your highness.\" I told her as I gently laid my hands on her shoulders. I worked in firm, yet gentle, slow circles. My hands moved around the musculature of her back, around the shoulder blades, and down the center of her back, stopping at her lumbar and working back up. \n\n\"Go down my legs,\" she said, never even opening her eyes.\n\nAs ordered, I moved to her calves and thighs. I re-oiled my hands and worked in grips, grabbing and rolling her olive skin under my hands. I worked from her heel to the top of her thighs, staying away from her supple ass cheeks, glancing occasionally at the dark shadow at the junction of her thighs secretly hoping for a glimpse.\n\n\"My ass,\" she said simply. \n\nAgain, my hands went where they were told. A bit more oil, and I began rubbing the outside of her hips, back around to the cheeks themselves, applying pressure with my palms.\n\n\"Grip harder,\" she said.\n\nMy fingers pressed into her skin and pulled, separating cheeks. At first, I diverted my eyes, then focused on my job at hand. I did my best to maintain my thoughts, but it grew more and more difficult. At first, the light and the motion of my hands unveiled her asshole, that had lay hidden between her cheeks. The glimpse was a tease but could not prepare me for what was to come. As she arched her lower back just a bit more, and the light allowed, I witnessed her most intimate of places reveal itself. I swallowed hard, and as my hands pushed her cheeks apart further, her lips separated just enough to expose the pink that lay behind. Like an oasis hidden in a vast desert, the color was in stark contrast to the rest of her body, and in the brief flicker of light from the torch, it glistened, sparking desire within me.\n\nI did my best to contain myself, but I couldn't quite hold back the erection that slowly began to rise.\n\n\"Okay,\" she said, quietly. I stopped massaging, fearful that she knew I saw and admired her most intimate place. She gently moaned and turned over on her back. As she did, the two olive orbs on her chest were large enough that the fell to the sides, and the valley they created was a shallow line that ran down to her navel. Her hips made a \"v\" as they tapered to a softly curling landing strip that stopped just short of her outer labia. At first, her hands rested on her stomach, and I began to rub her shoulders, then her voluptuous breasts -- my delicate touches causing her nipples to grow erect. \n\nAs I worked down her abdomen, leaning over her body, her hands fell down by her side and rubbed against the protruding head of my engorged manhood, poking against the inside of my linen pants. I paused, fearful of repercussion.\n\nStill turned to one side, she barely opened one eye and looked down at my hardness, obscured by my pants, and smiled. Her hand delicately came to rest on my manhood -- not gripping, not rubbing, not anything... just resting." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "At age 18 humans metamorphosis into a 'true form' that represents the core of their personality. For some it's as simple as gaining an extra arm. Some turn into monsters or creature out of of myths or legends.You even heard a story of someone who turned into a incredibly intelligent blob of goo" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Someone has a big birthday coming up,\" my mother said, all four hooves clacking on the kitchen floor as she plopped some scrambled eggs onto my plate. \"Are you nervous?\"\n\n\"Terrified,\" I said, sighing over the delicious breakfast. \"I don't know what the hell I'm going to turn into.\"\n\n\"I remember *my* 18th,\" my mother said, fondly. \"I was nervous as well, but it all turned out for the best. I came to love my new body.\"\n\n\"At least parts of you stayed human, though!\" I said, waving to her naked torso. \"But Sondra just had her 18th a month ago...She...she turned into some weird looking bird creature. I haven't seen her since. And Cheryl,\" I said, before she could interrupt, \"turned inkto a bull! Nothing special, just a bull! Not a cow. A bull. With a...you know...And this guy on the football team, Jack, he turned into a blob! He just...slithers around school. No eyes. No ears. No mouth. Just a blob.\"\n\n\"Honey, I know you're scared,\" my mother said, bending her horse-half into a kneel. Her hand brushed through my hair. \"But I promise you. It will all be ok.\"\n\n\"Everything ok?\" my father asked, walking into the kitchen. We looked up at him, 8 feet tall, covered in a yellow-tan fur with black spots. He wore a leather loincloth to hide his privates. He had two heads. One looked at me, lovingly, red eyes filled with wisdom. The other looked at my centaur mother's naked breast, tongue lolling out of its mouth, drooling, making suggestive comments.\n\n\"Our gumdrop is just scared for her big day,\" mom said. \n\nDad head nodded. \"It really is a huge turning point in your life. Nothing will be the same...But that's good! You really discover who you are after the Change.\"\n\n\"Hey sugar tits!\" Horned Dad shouted. \"Turn your caboose around so I can fuck ya! Yer gettin me all hard!\"\n\n\"But what if I turn into something that isn't human?\" I cried. \n\n\"Your mother and I will love you no matter what, darling. So, if you're worried about that, just put those silly thoughts out of your mind. I swear, it will all be ok.\"\n\n\"I'm not really hungry. I think I'm just going to go up to my room and be alone for a while. Thanks for breakfast, mom.\"\n\nI spent the rest of the evening in my room, staring at the clock on my desk, watching it countdown to midnight, when I would turn into a completely different person.\n\nAt least, I hoped it was a person..." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[IP] With homework and studying out of the way, it was time for some after school bondage." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "It had seemed like a great idea at the time. Kiera had been going to the university that Maisie, a family friend, was a professor at, it only made sense that she rented the spare room in her house while she was there. Plus, her parents had thought, it would be good to have an authority figure looking out for her and keeping her out of trouble. \n\n\nIf only they knew how much of an authority figure Maisie really was.\n\n\nShortly after her moving in their relationship had quickly blossomed into a sub-domme dynamic, with Kiera doing as she was told by her professor, just as she’d always been taught to do. She found it kinda hot, and somewhat amusing, how many people fantasised about sleeping with their professors, while she got to live that very reality right under everyone's unsuspecting noses.\n\n\nOnline classes had been going on for a few weeks now, and Kiera was becoming better and better at getting Maisie all riled up when she was teaching. Today she was sat opposite her, both of them in a video call with another hundred or so students. She’d purposefully dressed as slutty as she could get away with, with no bra and the buttons on her shirt undone to the point that they barely kept her breasts held in, she was sure that plenty of students weren’t paying attention because of her, but that was merely an added bonus, her main goal was to distract Maisie, who was trying intently to stay focused on the lecture material.\n\n\nBut the best thing about video classes though. was that no one could see your bottom half. Kiera was fully aware of this and had taken advantage of it, picking out her shortest skirt, a cute green one with a thick belt around the waist, which she had hiked as high as she could. She also wasn’t wearing any underwear, something that soon Maisie discovered as she glanced over at Keira to see her legs spread open and her fingers rubbing her clit.\n\n\n“As we can see,” Maisie tried to keep her eyes on her screen, but she wasn’t able to help but look back at Kiera, who smiled over at her, her fingers sliding inside of her pussy now.\n\n\n“As we can see,” Maisie said again, louder this time, trying to keep her attention on the material, “this concludes our coverage of chapter 13!” she tried to control her breath, glancing around the faces on the screen to see if anyone had noticed how turned on she was getting.\n\n\nMaisie blushed as she looked at her own video feed, seeing her hard nipples pressing through her thin t-shirt, broadcast to her entire class. “And I think that will wrap things up for today everyone, make sure that you cover the required material by next Thursday when we will be having a short test on it.” \n\n\nWith that, students started to leave the room, each video feed blinking out until only Maisie and Kiera were left. Kiera smiled, reaching up and tasting herself from her fingers, looking seductively at Maisie through the webcam, even though they were only a few feet apart. Kiera reached up, her heart racing, and pulled her tits out from her shirt, letting them flash across Maisie’s screen before she disconnected a second later.\n\n\nMaisie left the room as well, standing up and closing the lid of her laptop. She made her way over to where Kiera sat, biting her lip and playing with herself, and the girl looked seductively up at her.\n\n\n“That’s no way to behave in my classroom,” Maisie had a slight hardness to her voice now, “you’ve been a bad girl, and what do bad girls get?”\n\n\n“They get punished, mistress,” Kiera said as she continued to touch herself. \n\n\n“They certainly do,” Maisie stepped closer, grabbing hold of Kiera’s arm, “Up, now! Turn around, over the chair.”\n\n\nMaisie grabbed a fistful of Kiera’s hair and bent her over the chair, she gasped, reaching out to catch herself. \n\n\nMaisie let go of her hair and grabbed the back of her skirt, pulling it up so that her ass was exposed. “Hold this, slut,” Maisie commanded and Kiera took hold of the skirt with one hand.\n\n\n“Wait there, and you’d better not move until I’m back.” Maisie leant in and kissed the younger woman's neck as she spoke, making her shiver a little. \n\n\nKiera stood, bent over the chair, one hand on the back of it to support herself, and one behind her back, holding the skirt in place as she waited for Maisie to return, the anticipation building with every passing second.\n\n\nShe heard Maisie returning to the room and wiggled her butt at her playfully. Looking back over her shoulder she saw Maisie dressed in her favourite outfit; a corset that showed off her beautiful figure, and thigh high tights. She was carrying a bag that Kiera knew contained some of their toys, and she grinned from ear to ear as she turned back around, waiting for Maisie to exact her revenge, most likely on her poor butt.\n\n\nShe heard Maisie pulling something from the bag and felt a wooden paddle pressing against her ass.\n\n\n“So, you think you can tease me like that and just get away with it huh?” Maisie gently rubbed the paddle over Kiera’s butt, giving her a few warm up taps and getting her ready.\n\n\n“No mistress,” Kiera adjusted her stance a little in anticipation, “I’m sorry mistress.”\n\n\nKiera flinced in fear as Maisie pulled the paddle back, feigning a strike, her muscles tensing and a whimper escaping her lips. \n\n\nMasie laughed, “I’m sure you are. Now count twenty for me.”\n\n\nThe paddle smacked hard onto Kiera’s ass and she jolted forward letting out a little cry of pain, “One, thank you mistress.” she said through gritted teeth as the paddle came away, Maisie letting it hang in the air.\n\n\n“Good girl. Now don’t let that skirt drop, or forget to count, or we’re starting again. Do you understand?” Maisie spoke firmly, readjusting her grip on the paddle slightly as she waited for a response.\n\n\n“Yes mistress,” Kiera started as the paddle struck again, “Ow! Two, thank you mistress,”\n\n\nEach whack of the paddle made Kiera’s ass redder, and as the final strike rippled through her she could feel the heat burning across her ass.\n\n\n“Thank you for my punishment mistress,” Kiera finished, still holding her skirt in position, she’d made that mistake before.\n\n\n“Good girl,” Maisie rubbed her hand over the other woman's ass, giving a few light taps before she placed the paddle down. “Stand up for me.” Kiera stood up straight, letting go of the chair but keeping her skirt hiked up.\n\n\nMaisie took the chair and placed it against the wall, wedging it firmly in place against the furniture, gesturing for Kiera to come over, which she promptly did.\n\n\n“What’s the point,” Maisie pondered, “of having a bruised ass, if you’re not going to sit on it?” Kiera smiled and took her cue, sitting herself on the chair, the purple padding doing little to ease the pain searing across her butt, but it only turned her on more.\n\n\nMaisie took some rope from the bag and bound Kiera with her hands behind her back and her ankles tied to the legs of the chair, forcing her legs open so that she was exposed for easy access. Next Maisie tied a bind across the other girl's chest, fastening it around the backrest of the chair, making sure Kiera was kept firmly in place. Finally, she took a gag that she had requested Kiera make as a project, and pressed it against the bound girls lips. Kiera opened her mouth willingly as the homemade gag was inserted into her mouth. She bit down on the material as Maisie tied the silk band firmly behind her head.\n\n\nMaisie leaned in closer, resting one knee between the bound girls open legs, a finger running all the way from the top rope of the chest bind right down to the bottom, brushing over the exposed skin between the girls breasts. With her other hand Maisie brushed Kiera’s hair out of her face and Kiera looked up at her.\n\n\nMaisie whispered in Kiera’s ear, “It’s a good thing you have the gag on.”\n\nKiera’s eyes widened and Maisie pulled away, smiling as the helpless girl struggled against the restraints. She leant in and ran the tips of her fingers up the insides of Kiera’s thighs, watching as she squirmed, unable to get away.\n\n\n“Hmmm, someone’s excited.” Maisie reached over to the bag, pulling out a vibrator as Kiera made a sound into the gag. Maisie ran her fingers over Kiera’s pussy, enjoying how wet she was, before gently sliding two fingers inside her, curling them upwards and rubbing back and forth over Kiera’s g-spot. Kiera moaned into the gag and her legs instinctively tried to close, the rope pulling tighter and holding her in place.\n\n\nMaisie smiled as she pressed the vibrator against Kiera’s clit, watching her eyes get wider and her chest pressing outwards against the rope. Maisie kept rocking back and forth with her fingers, rubbing the vibrator in a gentle circle over Kiera’s clit as she watched her tits rock back and forth, enjoying her struggle as she got closer to the edge. \n\n\n“Please,” Kiera’s plea was muffled by the gag. Maisie looked up and saw the desperation in her subs eyes, she was enjoying teasing her, but she would enjoy watching her cum even more. \n\n\n“Well, are you going to be a good girl and stop teasing me during lectures?” She asked, and Kiera nodded her head quickly up and down.\n\n\n“Cum,” Maisie commanded, watching as Kiera followed her instruction almost instantly, writhing around in the chair as she came, pleasure flooding over her. \n\n\nKiera tried to escape the vibrator as the sensation became more intense, furiously wriggling against the ropes to no avail. She felt the second wave of orgasm hitting her, and she bit down on the gag in her mouth, letting out a moan as she shook, her legs spasming as Maisie continued to use her fingers and the wand on her.\n\n\nKiera felt pleasure flash across her nipples and she looked pleadingly at her mistress who gently slowed her pace before coming to a stop, sliding her fingers out of Kiera and tasting her off them.\n\n\n“Thank you mistress,” Kiera garbled through the gag, but Maisie knelt down between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs and moving her lips closer to her pussy.\n\n\n“Oh we’re not done yet…”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[IP] We haven't done ANYTHING to you miss. We're only keeping you here until your family pays your public indecency fines to the kingdom. You wouldn't even be chained up if you had stopped sexually harassing the guards..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Don't send me in there again, come on!\" He groaned.\n\n\"You're the new kid. I ain't dealing with it,\" one guard said, chewing on a toothpick. \"Sucks.\" He chuckled. \"Go get her, tiger.\"\n\n The new kid rolled his head around in frustration, picking up her food tray before it got cold. \"Has her family contacted us yet?\"\n\n\"We're not even sure they're in the kingdom. They probably ran from her.\" He turned back to the new kid, \"Good luck, tiger.\"\n\nThe kid sighed as he opened the door and made his way down. When he opened her door, she was chained to the far wall, arms above her head. Somehow she had used the edge of the bench seat she was laying on to pull her pants and panties off, and they were gathered around her ankles. Immediately, he spotted her pussy, exposed to the world. \n\n\"You're here to fuck me again aren't you, you monster!\" She wriggled her hips, the action causing her moisture to roll out of her and gather in the puddle formed at the juncture of her ass cheeks. \n\n\"No one has even done anything to you!\" The kid shouted, admittedly struggling to keep his erection hidden. \"You raped three guards, grabbed the genitals of three shop owners, quite literally violated another woman's... *orifice.\"* He shook his head.\n\n\"Oh, come on. You make it sound so bad,\" she said opening and closing her legs, using her thighs to stimulate her clitoris, further urging the moisture out in a droplet.\n\n\"You swapped cum with an unwilling woman, right after you sucked off a guard!\"\n\n\"That's not a very professional way of saying that...\" She moaned, \"tell me more.\"\n\n\"What? No. NO! I didn't come here to help you get off.\"\n\n\"I just don't understand why what I did was so wrong,\" she said, mewling, still rubbing her thighs together.\n\n\"Lady, you stuck your fingers in someone's ass while you stroked him off.\" The kid said exasperatingly. \n\n\"OH, GOD, YES!\" She clenched her thighs together one last time, twitching, almost convulsing as she came.\n\nThe younger guard stood there and stared, watching her twitch through her orgasm. His face flushed, not knowing what to do, jaw slacked. He sighed and hung his head low." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[IP] “When the Prince wants to bed the Villain instead.”" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"What did you do to her?\" The woman in black muttered. \n\nI shrugged, \"Oh, Peachie over there is fine. I cast a sleep spell on her. She'll be quiet for an hour or so. Oh, where were we? Yes, we're just getting acquainted!\"\n\nI smiled and bowed, \"I am Volkstraham, Prince of Valdera. But my friends call me Volk. And you, dear, can definitely call me Volk. And what is your name, fair lady?\" \n\n\"Uh, people call me Maleficent.\"\n\n\"Maleficent... magnificent name. But it is such a mouthful. May I call you Mallie?\"\n\n\"Uh, sure.\"\n\n\"Mallie, that is an interesting outfit. So utilitarian, yet so complements your figure. Who is your seamstress? I have to hire her to make a few outfits for Peachie. \"\n\n\"Wait, what?\"\n\n\"Oh, is that a secret? I'm sorry to pry.\"\n\n\"Uh, no. But... aren't you supposed to be, uh, protecting her? The princess?\"\n\n\"Oh, Peachie?\" I shrugged, \"My father betrothed us when we were babies. I can't really marry anyone else, some blah blah about politics. I would have run off, except my big brother already did that. And I can't really do that to my poor queen mother, who's already heart-broken. Speaking of which, why are you here, Mallie?\"\n\n\"Uh... I was supposed to confront the princess. I thought she got my family killed, and killing either you or her would avenge my family, or something like that. \"\n\n\"Oh, you poor girl.\" I gave her a fierce hug, while discretely checked her for weapons. She didn't have any, not with this... skimpy outfit she had on. After a moment of stiffness, she hugged me back, and I kissed her on the forehead. I can sense that she's a spelluser, probably several levels above me, but in a different branch of magic altogether. \n\n\"What is your full name, Mallie?\"\n\n\"Magdalena Orozco Santino Benevidez. People used to call me Malena.\"\n\n\"Why does that name sounds so familiar... Wait, wasn't your father Javier Benevidez, the former head of Royal Guard of Aasen?\"\n\nShe trembled and tried to get out of my grasp, but I did not let go. She subsided after a moment and whispered yes. I can hear her sobbing, and I understand why. \n\nThere was a scandal more than ten years ago. Javier Benevidez and his entire family were suddenly charged with treason and put to death, and only one escaped... Malena here. The story made no sense at all, because Javier had been loyal. One of the rumors that people whispered around was that the King of Aasen, Peachie's father, had raped Javier's wife, a royal servant, after a drunken party. And Javier demanded satisfaction, and the king agreed to make Malena a princess. But after Javier left, the King betrayed Javier. Javier was arrested, drugged so he couldn't talk, then given a kangaroo court and executed along with his family. Unfortunately for the king, Malena was smuggled out of the city along with the princess proclamation... by a few men loyal to Javier and was never seen again... until now. \n\n\"It's all right, Mallie. You'll be safe with me. Valdera welcomes you. In fact, I believe my Queen-Mother would love to meet you. She used to know your mother, from all the tales I've been told since childhood. And I think I have the perfect plan for you to exact your revenge... WITHOUT killing anyone.\"\n\nThen I told her the plan. \n\nThen she kissed me. And she can feel me stirring in my breeches. \n\n\"Shall we consummate the deal right here?\" She asked. \n\n\"We have half an hour-glass left. That should be enough time.\"\n\n\"It'd be plenty.\" \n\nShe drew my member out of my breeches and stroked it, bringing it to full-size, while I rained kisses on her face and neck. I reached down to touch her, and sensed she is wet and ready for what will come. \n\nI picked her up and placed her on Peachie's bed, and after one more question to make sure that is what she wanted, I took her maidenhead. She winced but made no other sound. I stroked her gently to ease her through the pain, and not long after I was able to bring her to her first orgasm, and as agreed, I ejaculated inside her. \n\nWe made love on Peachie's bed, and left some bloodstains on it. \n\nNow it is time to make our hasty retreat. I bent down to place Peachie in one of the lounge chairs. Then turned to Mallie. \n\n\"Mallie, how are you feeling?\"\n\n\"A little sore, but nothing I can't endure.\" \n\nI smiled. Clearly, she has no point of reference yet to a good bout of lovemaking. \n\n\"Do you have a glamour spell? Can you temporarily disguise yourself as one of my guards?\"\n\n\"Yes.\" \n\n\"Do it. Stay behind me and don't say a word, just keep your head down.\"\n\nIn a moment, she's in uniform. It may not pass close inspection, but it shouldn't have to. \n\nI arranged myself, albeit with a slightly fuzzed hair. We walked out into the corridor and walked past the head maid. \n\n\"You may want to clean up the bed,\" I ordered. \"Otherwise, the princess is tired and does not wish to be disturbed.\" I knew she would find the blood and report to King of Aasen the mistaken conclusion I wanted them to draw. \n\nWe entered the royal coach. My other guards knew this person wasn't one of them, but at my discrete hand signal, did not otherwise react. My head guard Ronald jumped in and withdrew a dagger just as Mallie dropped her glamour spell. \n\n\"What the?!?!\" Ron exclaimed...\n\n\"Calm down, Ron. She's a friend. Ron, meet Magdalena Benevidez.\"\n\nMallie smiled, and offered her hand. \n\nRon blinked, then recognized the name, and in a moment, worked out the angle I was taking. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. \"Welcome. I knew your father once. He was a good man.\"\n\nMallie offered a subdued thanks. \n\n\"Get us out of here, Ron. Back to Valdera. We need to make some arrangements.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "you’ve been cursed by the party’s warlock. Now every insult you make comes out as a flirtatious remark. Both friend and enemy are confused." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I should have known better than to annoy the warlock, but alas, I'm an idiot, apparently. I'm the party's assassin, and there is nothing, nothing at all I prefer to playing tricks on the other party members. Last month, I went too far; I dyed our warlock's hair blue. In my defense, it looked hysterical. When she realized, she cursed me. At the time, I was furious. Since then though, I've come to be particularly appreciative. \n\n... \n\n\n\"Tres, are you ready?\" our leader asked.\n\n\"Oh, yeah, I'm ready,\" I replied.\n\n\"Now, remind me what the plan is?\"\n\nSuch an insult to my intelligence requests sarcasm as a response, so I tossed some at him. \"Yeah, smarty pants. I make sure they notice my pretty lil' ass, then shove my lovely thick arrows really deep into them, and then dance. Right?\"\n\nHe passed me a look of horror. \"Stay stealthy.\"\n\n\"I'm an assassin,\" I rolled my eyes. I quietly scampered across the branches, unhooking my mini-crossbow and shooting a bolt. The target fell dead instantly. I dropped down, staying low in the shadow, and slipping quickly up to the next target and ending his life with a knife, and lowering him to the ground with facelessness. Then to the next person, where I snapped his neck, and the next, where I slit his throat with my trusty dagger. (What can I say? We're not paid for being inventive, I was paid for being efficient). Two more had been playing cards, and presently turned to me; two arrows stabbed cleanly into their jugulars did the trick. Finally I slipped towards the last, who was supposed to be lying in his bed, at least according to our watcher.\n\nI darted into the tent, and loaded my crossbow for the last time, but he wasn't there.\n\nI felt a chill run down my spine as I spun around. Before me stood The Steel Death, a 6' 6\" giant of a monster, cultist tattoos all over his arms and covered everywhere else by armor or thick gambeson. We hadn't realized it was him, or I wouldn't have come in alone. \n\nI meant to say, \"come at me, dick,\" but that isn't what came out. \n\n\"Come to me, big boy,\" I beckoned.\n\nHe raised an eyebrow. \"You think you're going to distract me with your body?\" he asked. \n\n\"No,\" I rolled my eyes, \"I don't think you're stupid. You're very clever!\"\n\nHe put his sword to my next. \"Give me that bow,\" he warned.\n\n\"Not a chance, you sexy butt,\" I refused tantalisingly.\n\nHe grabbed my hand, yanking it from me; for all my strength, I couldn't possibly have fought him. He put it aside. \"What do you want here?\" he demanded.\n\n\"Information about the King's movements,\" I replied truthfully, panicking too much to lie.\n\n\"I don't work for the king,\" he rebutted.\n\n\"Ah, but I hear otherwise,\" I smirked, my best attempt at an intimidating power pose looking increasingly alluring.\n\nI heard my leader's footsteps outside, and ducked around his sword to catch him. \"Ha!\" I laughed as he came rushing in. \"You brainless genitalia of destruction!\" I insulted.\n\n\"Woah, woah, woah,\" my leader stopped. \"Is there, uh, a *thing* going on here? Am, am I interrupting?\"\n\n\"No! Get him you foolish derriere!\"\n\nThe Steel Death exchanged looks with my leader. \"Hey, look, I do NOT want to be a part of whatever wannabe-threesome you two are planning!\"\n\n\"We're not planning anything!\" my leader disagreed! Unless... TRES?! What the hell, do you actually think we'd...\"\n\n\"No!\" I screamed, increasingly more frustrated as I hung off our enemy's back, trying hopelessly to strangle him.\n\n\"So, I can kill him?\" my leader queried.\n\n\"Yes!\"\n\nMy leader stabbed him through the chest, and he collapsed. Our warlock stood quietly at the door, watching in amusement.\n\n\"What, genius?\" I asked. \"Did you enjoy that?\"\n\nShe smiled. \"Oh, yes, and I hope you did, too, because there is no way I'm changing you back!\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "\"We're low on money and need to save water, so... do you want to shower together?\"" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I'm in love with my roommate. How could I not be? Daniel is caring, have the perfect smile, cooks the most amazing scrambled eggs and to top it all of has a well built body as well. The only flaw that he has is that Daniel is *dense*. Like really dense. I've put in so much effort to try to seduce him only for them to go unnoticed by him. Like the time when I 'pretend' that I was too sleepy and snuggled beside him on the couch or when I wore a revealing camisole complaining that it was too hot only for him to turn up the AC instead.\n\nThis ends today. I've constructed out the perfect plan to seduce Daniel and make it plain clear to his face that I WANT him to fuck me. Desperately. In fact, this plan might be abit to risque but I'm beyond caring. I'm too horny to think about how this plan might go very very wrong.\n\nDue to the water scarcity issues, our government is mandating that each household to use only a certain amount of water each day, with Friday being the 'Water Free Day' whereby additional incentives are awarded to households who uses lesser than a certain amount of water that day. My wonderful plan will be to suggest sharing the shower together so that we can save water and money).\n\nI'm confident that Daniel wouldn't be able to resist once he lay sights on my proudest assets: My natural huge round tits. Just thinking about my plans makes my clit twitch in excitement.\n\nIt's time for my plan. I go up to Daniel, and in a casual tone mention \"Hey Dan, you've heard about the Water Free Day right? Do you wanna hop into the shower together? So that we can reduce our water consumption and get some extra cash.\"\n\n\"Uhh, isn't it embarrassing for you? You will be naked with another person.\"\n\n\"It's ok I don't feel embarrass around you. We can use the extra money to get ourselves some extra alcohol. You're in?\"\n\n\"Well if you're OK with it I guess so...\"\n\nDaniel sounds a little hesitant. Before he could change his mind I quickly led the way to the bath. \n\n\"I'll look this way. I promise I won't sneak a look.\"\n\nLet's see how long that statement will last. I stripped down bare, coping a free look of Daniel's amazing butt. We stepped into the shower. Daniel, as promised, kept his eyes closed while in the shower. But I didn't. I took this chance to take a full look of his naked body. His defined muscles, wet skin, and of course his dick. If this is how he's like flaccid, how would it be when he's aroused? Thinking of all kinds of dirty thoughts about Daniel and his dick, I absentmindedly shampooed my hair and got some of the shampoo into my eye.\n\n\"Ouch!!\"\n\n\"What happened are you alright?\"\n\nI felt Daniel grabbed my hands while I squirmed. A blast of water hits my face while Daniel gently rubs my eye and gets the shampoo out of my eye. I blinked to see Daniel looking concerned at me. I almost melt at that moment.\n\n\"I'm ok now thanks.\"\n\n\"That's great\"\n\nDaniel sighs and his sight lowers down onto my breasts. I saw his eyes linger on them for a second too long before he turned around. Typical Daniel, being so considerate even at this moment. But that's why I liked him. Although Daniel is slow to react, it seems like his dick is pretty quick to react. I resist the temptation to just grab is half erect dick and stuff it into my mouth and instead continue on my shower as per usual. I have other plans for him.\n\nAfter the shower while we're toweling off I suggested:\n\n\"Hey that wasn't too bad isn't it?\"\n\n\"Yup it was not too bad.\"\n\n\"Why not we do this all the time from now on?\"\n\n\"Huh, all the time?\"\n\n\"Yea! Imagine the amount of water bills we saved from showering together!\"\n\n\"Oh yes. Umm I guess that's cool\"\n\n\"Alright then see you in the shower tomorrow!\"\n\nI threw a wink at him before leaving the shower. fI think I've found a new hobby: Teasing my room mate Daniel." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You can stick this portable dial anywhere on your body and twist the knob to make things grow or shrink. The parts of you that change aren't always physical, which can make it hard for your partner to tell what's different when you let them experiment." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I place the dial against her thighs, as it magically attaches itself, like it’s always been there. She lets out a surprised “huh!”\n\nI turn it. It’s effects are immediate, and obvious. Her thighs swell slightly with each turn, expanding and weighing more and more against the couch.\n\n“Woah...” we both say, almost in unison, staring at her thighs. What once were slender and muscles are now thick like that of a model. Her once-loose skirt now press against them.\n\n“My turn, my turn!” She suddenly says, excitedly reaching down and pulling the dial off her now-plump legs. It magically detaches, ready to grow or shrink whatever it’s attached to next.\n\nShe reaches over and puts it right on my forehead. It feels weird at first, but after a few seconds it feels natural, like it’s been there, just below my hairline, all my life. She slowly turns th dial..\n\nI fel werd like. \n\nPrety girl girlfriend hand on head.\n\nMy love her. She have pretty. \n\nFeel the turnning again.\n\nI feel normal again, shaking my head slightly after that.\n\n“Yeah, maybe not.” She says, as I wipe a bit of drool off it face, embarrassed. I reach up and detach the dial, thinking for a moment.\n\nI look her up and down. Her eyes, her lips, her breasts, her thighs, her waist, her hands.\n\n“I’ve got an idea. Turn around one sec?”\n\n“Oh? Make me.” She jokingly replies.\n\nI try to remember what that manual said, where the various mental change spots were. Sex drive is the stomach just above the genitals, intelligence was the forehead, exhibitionism was the back of the head, and submissiveness...\n\nI reach up and put the dial right on the front of her neck, watching it become part of her throat. She takes a moment to realize what I’m doing, but before she can do anything to stop me, I quickly twist the dial as far up as I can.\n\nThe look in her eyes changes. Her reaction to stop me suddenly freezes, and she quickly sits up, putting her hands in her lap. She doesn’t speak. I reach over and remove the dial, as she makes no movements to stop me. \n\n“Now, turn around.”\n\n“Yes, master.”\n\nShe turns in place on the couch, revealing as much of her back to me as she can. I place the dial on her spine, and then it slowly. I watch as her whole body gets shorter, and smaller. With just a turn, I can tell she’s gone from 5’9” to 5’2”. One more turn makes her 4’6”, and I remove the dial.\n\n“Turn around.”\n\n“Yes master.”\n\nI place the dial in her neck again, turning it back down a little ways, but not entirely. Just enough that she’s out of this trance.\n\nShe shakes her head, trying to snap herself out of that experience. \n\n“H-holy fuck that was weird. I can barely remember what happened.”\n\nShe doesn’t seem to notice the height difference. Interesting. I know ‘submissiveness’ and ‘memory ability’ were pretty close to eachother (top of throat and bottom of throat) so maybe I’d altered both.\n\n“Can I have a turn with the dial now, ma...” she catches herself. “P-please?”\n\nI hand her the dial, amused at her lack of notice that I’m considerably bigger than her now.\n\nShe looks at me a little bit, checking me out and wondering what to change next. She lets out a ‘ok, we both knew where this was going’ look, and pulls my boxers down, revealing my average-sized penis. \n\nNot for long.\n\nShe puts the dial against the top of my penis, and turns it. My flaccid cock starts to swell, and grow without erecting. It reaches further and further down, as her eyes widen more and more.\n\nShe seems to not be able to stop herself, turning the dial again and again, watching it grow inch by inch, until I can actually feel it start to weigh me down.\n\n“Th-thats enough, honey.”\n\nShe stares in awe, as my flaccid cock now reaches nearly a foot towards the floor. She can’t help but touch it, and it can’t help but start to twitch. \n\nI feel her massage it, coaxing it into growing more. I can feel my heart already starting to ache, not used to this much penis between my legs. I remove the dial, holding onto it for now.\n\n~ to be continued ~" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A video has been spreading across college of a tomboyish girl getting sent to pound town for a good 30 minutes, and no one has been able to figure out who the \"Mysterious Tomboy\" is. As you overhear a group chattering about the Mystery Tomboy, you smirk, because you were the Tomboy in the video." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "It's been a while since I've written anything, so forgive me if this is terrible.\n\nStory Tags [For those that are interested] - >!suggested lady butt-plundery, and suggested ass-to-mouth!<\n\n \n***\n\nClaire scratched at the stubbly undercut of her choppy chestnut hair, swept her bangs from her face, and sunk her chin into the neckline of a hooded-tank top. One table in front of her sat three guys, watching *the video* on a phone. Her gaze was fixed on the slender glossy screen, only six feet away from her. They were watching it out in the open. In the middle of the Robinson Center Atrium. The building where pretty much everyone ate their lunches, did their homework, and assembled their study groups.\n\nShe was absolutely mortified Ryan could just blast the video out there for the world to see. *Wait, was his name Ryan? Maybe it was Brian? It was definitely something with that IGH-UHN sound.* Whoever-he-was, he was an asshole, she decided. \n\nShe chewed her lower lip. Listening intently for the trio’s imminent mockery. Her eyes bouncing along to the motion of her pale white ass cheeks displayed on the small screen in front of them.\n\nThe video was floating around all over campus. There were faint whispers on the lips of nearly every student she ran into. She could hear their jeering in every distant chuckle and felt shame in every sideways glance that came her way. Everyone knew it was her. No one said anything to her, but no one needed to.\n\nShe hated herself for caring, but couldn’t help but wonder what they all thought of her now. Before she was the “fun-girl,” she could drink beers with guys, nerd out about upcoming comic-book movies, and occasionally put a guy in his place when he crossed the line. She wasn’t wildly popular, but she still had a reputation to uphold, even if it was just for herself. Now she’d just be some *slut,* because she enjoyed casual kinky sex every once and a while. It wasn’t fair. \n\nShe hadn’t seen the video herself. She didn’t even know where to look. She assumed but didn’t know for sure if, whatever-his-name-was, caught her face in the video. She swallowed hard, waiting for the video to play out.\n\nThe video looked more intense than she imagined. Her ass swallowing up every inch of his cock as she slammed herself back against his waist, the fat of her ass cheeks rippling from the effort. It looked delightfully rough, and through it was playing on mute, she could hear the sounds her own moans, his grunts, the clapping of her ass, playing over in her head. She could feel clouds of shame and intense lust swirling through her brain, she imagined they’d see it if they just looked back at her, like white wisps of mist leaking out of her ears. \n\nShe could still feel the fullness of his cock in her mind, stretching her out, and so thoroughly violating her most intimate cavity. A warmth seeped into her panties. She tried to ignore it, but the wetness spread the longer she watched. \n\nIt seemed like an eternity before one of them uttered a single word. The first to speak up was a scruffy looking artsy-student. “The whole thing is like this,” he whispered, They fuck for like, thirty minutes, non-stop, just straight balls-deep ass-slamming, the entire time.”\n\nThe tallest of the trio cleared his throat, “Some guys get all the luck…” \n\n“I didn’t even think girls like this were real,” the shorter guy holding the phone answered, grinning like an idiot, his index finger hovering on the home screen button just in case someone else happened by. “I haven’t found a girl that’ll let me put a finger in there, and this girl takes that huge cock for like half-an-hour, maybe longer…”\n\n“No, she’s gotta be a pornstar,” replied the Scruffy one. \n\nThe shorter guy laughed and shook his head, “That’s our logo on that hoodie in the background,” he answered pointing at the screen.\n\n“That’s definitely one of the dorm rooms,” The taller one agreed. \n\nClaire winced, as the video tilted up along the curve of her back, to show Not-Ryan’s fingers running through her scalp. Her cheeks were on fire. She struggled to remember why she let him record it in the first place. It wasn’t trust, she only met him a few times before. \n\nThe truth of it was, he asked and she said yes. She did enjoy shocking her bed-mates, whether it was her appetite for rough anal sex, or her serious －often problematic－ cum swallowing addiction, every one of them left with a story to tell… this guy just happened to be the first to leave with video.\n\nHer musings were interrupted with sudden loud clanking, the sound of a hand excitedly slapping the table in front of her. “This is the part, guys,” The shorter one said excitedly, “He drops the phone, but when the sound is on, you can hear her sucking his dick!”\n\nThe trio let out a collective groan, a sound of incongruent disgust, accompanied by broad flashy grins, and awkward laughter.\n\n*Men are just strange,* Claire surmised. \n\nThe taller of three let out a dramatic sigh, “Fuck, I wish I knew who she was, that girl is marriage material…”\n\n“Yeah,” the other two men agreed in near unison.\n\nClaire felt the beginnings of a proud smirk threatening to curl the ends of her lips.\n\nThe taller one stood up and turned around, an unfortunate tent pitched in his jeans. As soon as he noticed Claire, he shielded his crotch, and began stammering, “Oh, hmmm, geez, we’re sorry. We didn’t see you there... I hope I, we didn’t offend you.”\n\n“Offend me, how?” Claire asked, feigning complete ignorance.\n\nThe taller one smiled awkwardly, “You know... just, just guy talk…”\n\nClaire gave him a thoughtful look, her eyes tracing his shoulders and down his torso, lingering at his hand covered crotch, “Can I give you my number?” She asked sweetly." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[META] So many unanswered prompts..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": ">It gives off the vibe that people on this subreddit only want to consume content instead of creating it.\n\nThat's definitely a true statement lol. I think in the last round-up thread it was like 27%(?) of prompts were actually answered. \n\nI don't think you can really just ask people to just get up and start writing though, nor can you blame them for only prompting. If you don't enjoy the whole process of writing then why should they do it? Point of this place is to have some smutty fun, so why should they do something that goes against that for them?\n\nIf you are willing to write for DWP, then there's still a few hoops you have to jump through:\n\n- do the current prompts interest me/align with my kinks?\n\n- am I in a mood to write in the first place? \n\n- do I even have time to write for an hour or more?\n\npersonally I'd rather have an excess of prompts to shift through rather than a barren desert. That being said there's still things that the community could do to encourage more writers (workshop wednesdays, giving feedback on CC posts, etc.), and obviously it would be better if more prompts went answered. But I don't think you can just demand people to write lol." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "It turns out the cute girl you’ve been wanting to date is a lesbian. However, she’s also a witch and has no problems turning you into a cute girl yourself." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\n\n“Sorry Paige but you know I don’t just drink random liquids you give me...not after the science fair I’m third grade.” \n\n“Oh get over it, we won and you made for a very cute gerbil.”\n\nRyan rolled his eyes. Growing up with a witch as your best friend wasn’t easy to begin to having a massive crush on her only made things worse. Especially after she came out. \n\n“What does this stuff do anyway?”\n\n“N-nothing..that I know of. That’s why I want you to test it. Come on you know I always have a cure.”\n\n“Yeah but I’m not the same simple minded lab rat I used to be...”\n\n“I know your older, taller, and grumpier. Just drink it. “\n\n“Paige...”\n\n“Ugh fine...I know how you feel about me...that potion will turn you into a woman...”\n\nShe backed up and rubbed her arm. He face turned beet red. \n\n“Paige, I appreciate that but you’re feeling for me wouldn’t change and it wouldn’t be right...”\n\n“I...just...thought I’d try...for you.”\n\nRyan smiled and hugged her. He kissed her head and reached for the potion. \n\n“Ryan dont...”\n\n“Come on...I wanna at least see if you’d sleep with female me. “\n\n“You just gave me a lecture, don’t indulge my crazy now...”\n\n“Paige, I love indulging your crazy I’ve never had a dull day since meeting you.”\n\n“First time for everything. It wouldn’t be right...”\n\n“I know...but neither was that one night stand with the mayors wife and I loved that.”\n\n“Ryan don’t be stupid.”\n\n“Too late...”\n\nBefore she could stop him, he downed the potion. At first nothing happened and then he began to feel weird. He felt things changing and morphing and growing. Then there was a puff of smoke. Paige waved it clear and gasped. \n\n“Am I that hot Paige...or that ugly?”\n\n“Neither...do you want the good news or the bad news first?”\n\n“Oh God what did you do...”\n\n“Well I made you cute...but I always made you a gerbil again...”\n\n“Paige!”\n\n“Sorry!”\n\nShe scooped him up and hurried back to her dorm." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Someone wrote into the house rules that the boys were allowed to ask her for a blowjob once a day and that she had to swallow. The boys were quick to apologize and point fingers at each other, but it wasn't any of *them* who'd written it in..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"*Really?*\"\n\n\"We're telling the truth Sasha we swear.\"\n\nshe gave a cocked eyebrow in response. \"Fine then, I won't do it.\"\n\n\"But then you lose the game?\"\n\n\"What? Why, that's just unfair!\"\n\n\"Those are the rules we all just agreed to.\"\n\n\"Fine then, but don't expect me to be happy with it.\" She said glaring at him.\n\n----------------\n\nA grunt escaped his lips as Sasha's head bopped up and down, her hair tied back. His hand went and reached for a bookshelf to hold on to as she sped up. He tried to quite himself so as to not attract attention at the library, he found that difficult though as Sasha expertly wrapped her tongue around his cock.\n\nLeaning back again another grunt managed to squeeze past his lips as he remembered the conversation earlier that day.\n\n*\"Okay fine then, meet me at the library.\"*\n\n*\"Um.. what was that Sasha?\"*\n\n*\"The library. I need to study so you can get the blowjob there, so long as you behave and stay quite of course.\"*\n\n*\"But you have to do it or else your kicked out.\"*\n\n*\"And I will do it, at the library. You can always not show up though and I'll be out the game but I'll make sure everyone knows your the reason they don't get free blowjobs. If your going to make me go through this humiliating ritual all the time then think of this as my reward for going through with it.\"*\n\nHis grunts turned to pants as he warned her how close he was. She kept going quicker until his load filled her mouth, then lips still wrapped around his cock she sucked it all up. Once finished she parted from it and stood up leaving him behind without another word.\n\n-----------------------------\n\nAt the cafeteria he tried to hide any reaction to what was happening. Sasha was hidden underneath the table, away from any prying eyes by a wall partitioning this area from the rest of the canteen. He couldn't see her either below the table but he felt her, and once heard her head accidentally bang against the table. \n\nLike the last time she refused to give him his blowjob anywhere but the canteen. She had to eat after all. Nobody talked to each other about the increasingly odd or public locations Sasha demanded they go to for their blowjob but Sasha assured him it was happening. They all were just to macho to bring it up. He kinda understood, he never did it himself due to the embarrassment he felt recalling these moments. All attached with the same threat of letting everyone know who is to blame if he failed to show up, he did keep asking for them though.\n\nIt had been a few days now and some players were already out of the game, Sasha was still in however and with her came the reward of free blowjobs.\n\nHe struggled again not to show any visible reaction to the pleasure at his groin. He struggled though as he got closer and closer...\n\n--------------------------------------\n\nSasha demanded the park this time. She managed to act oddly casual despite how public the location was. He kept panicking that someone might see them at any moment, she just kept going. With the panic and terror coming to him it was hard to stay focused and enjoy it. Instead his attention was elsewhere.\n\nThe game was entering the final phases now. Sasha still remained with her same threats attached to the rule she was burdened with. She managed to work through it all though like a true trooper, no matter how demeaning it may seem. At this stage she found herself giving a lot fewer blowjobs freeing up her time massively compared to the start of the game.\n\nHe came and Sasha left. The anxiety however prevented him from enjoying it as much. Awkwardly he covered himself and ran off worried if someone saw.\n\n-------------------------\n\nThis was to be the last day and so the last few contenders all wanted their blowjob. Sasha agreed and she told him she'd choose a time convenient for her later. He expected the usual locations, at the gym, at the park, the corridor, at the stores, at any place inconvenient.\n\nIt turned what was most convenient for her was when he was hanging out with the other guys. People were transfixed as she kept working on him slowly, agonisingly. Teasing him, taunting him. Revelling in how embarrassed he was. After all she was made to do this with everyone in the room at some stage or another, was it not right to make the last blowjob she gave out to truly humiliate him?\n\nEventually after a long while he was done and for the last time Sasha had finished her deed. She then left happily leaving behind the boys.\n\n---------------------------------------------------\n\nIt was about a few months later when he and Sasha talked about the game. She blushed showing the first sign of embarrassment at the situation. She had won though so her humiliating journey was worth it, or so she claimed.\n\nThe conversation moved around and around every once and a while revisiting the same topic. There was talk of playing another game and he wondered if she would join, after all it was a risk she knew now. What if the same guy did it again? She laughed at it though and assured him it would be fine, she knew who had done it.\n\nThey kept talking and eventually he found himself pinned against a wall by her. At an alley close to a street. That same sense of embarrassment came over him as she went down telling him how much she loved him. How much she wanted him. She got to work as he went through a familiar process. Eventually though she stopped and told him she had to tell him something, a confession.\n\nShe explained that she liked him for a long time now. She really liked how he blushed all the time, how every guy reacted when embarrassed, but him in particular was something special. She loved it, that sense of control over someone as they were pleased by her but on her own terms, when she was the one in charge. She'd only ever made him jump through those hoops, no one else. She also knew who had put that rule in the game, she had. For a chance to make her fantasy a reality. A chance he had given her.\n\nHe realised he was glad to have given her that chance. She continued the blowjob again with his consent as he tried to hide his pleasure. Afterwards neither of them ever did the game again but this became routine throughout their relationship." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Just because there's a spell to turn someone into a girl, that doesn't mean that there's one to turn them back..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"This is so weird,\" I said, looking into the mirror. I turned my head this way and that, watching the girl reflected in the mirror do the same. I could just barely see the resemblance between my normal self and this girl. I was just shy of 6' tall, in decent shape, and with short brown hair and a bit of a beard. The spell had changed all of that. Now I was 5'4\", all curves and with brown hair down to my shoulders.\n\nEven my clothes had changed from a t-shirt and jeans to a tanktop and yoga pants. \"That spell book took care of everything, huh?\" \n\n\"Yeah,\" Jason said, looking through the pages. He was flipping back and forth intently. Had been since he had changed me. \n\n\"Alright, I think I've had enough of this,\" I said. \"Change me back and we can scope out what else this thing can do.\" \n\nJason looked up at me, then down to the book. \"Ahh, right...\" he said, flipping a few more pages. It took longer than I liked, but he finally stopped at one, read it over, then nodded. He spoke the strange language, and I closed my eyes as I waited for the change. \n\nNothing happened, though. I crossed my arms, looking at Jason. \"You screw up?\" I asked.\n\nHe shook his head. \"No, sorry Alex. I, uh... should have done more research.\" \n\n\"What do you mean?\" I asked, watching as he stood up and reached for the button on his jeans. \n\n\"Well, turns out the spell is one way. It can make guys girls, but not the other way. And there's no spell in here that can undo this.\" \n\n\"What?!\" I asked, alarm ringing through me. \"So I'm stuck? You have to fix this, you-\"\n\nI was cut off as he dropped his pants, revealing his rock hard dick. My eyes locked on it and I couldn't tear them away. \"I knew you'd react like this, and I can't have you blabbing about the spellbook, so I took the liberty of doing this. Gave myself a little extra charm. You want this?\" he asked, grabbing his dick and waving it around a bit. My eyes followed each movement, staying locked onto it as he approached. When he reached me, he pushed down on my shoulders and I sank to my knees. Once there, I didn't hesitate to take it into my mouth, starting to suck him off.\n\n\"This should keep you busy. Magical dick, kinda becomes the focus of any girl who sees it. Should give me time to try and find another book that can maybe undo this. And, hell, we can have some fun in the meantime, right?\" \n\nI didn't respond, so focused on sucking the fantastic dick in my mouth. The taste, the feel, everything was just so... perfect.\n\n\"And, if we can't find a solution, that's not the...\" he groaned and I felt his dick twitch, then he unloaded into my mouth. I swallowed all his cum greedily, and kept sucking. To my surprise, he stayed hard. \"Another perk of the spell. A bit of added stamina. How about we strip down and have some real fun?\"\n\nI knew what that meant. He wanted to fuck, and... once the idea of that, him inside me, was crystallized in my head? I was nude before he could utter another word. We moved to the bed and fucked for hours. \n\nAnd did the same the next day. He hasn't even started looking for a book yet, but... that's fine.\n\n(Been a while since I wrote anything, just a short something to blow away the dust.)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "With a broken arm, her roommate was seeming increasingly pent up. As a good friend, she volunteered herself as on demand relief." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Dave was generally a great housemate, but ever since he broke his arm he'd been almost unbearable. \n\nAt first it had been funny to watch him struggle with his cooking and cleaning - but even as the weeks rolled by he still didn't seem to be able to do anything with his left hand at all.\n\nHe had grown sour and ill-tempered, constantly snapping and sniping at Alice. She was walking on egg shells all the time. Even after she picked up almost all of the shared household chores to help him, he was still persistently grumpy.\n\nThe only good thing about the whole situation was that he was so much quicker in the shower these days. In and out in under 5 minutes. It was almost unbelievable, because before the accident...\n\nIt slowly dawned on Alice what Dave had been doing in the bathroom with the shower running all that time, and she giggled to herself at the realisation. No wonder he was so grumpy all the time. She couldn't imagine going much more than a day or two without masturbating, and it must've been weeks now for Dave. He still struggled to brush his teeth properly with his left hand, so there was no way he was able to pull himself off. He'd probably been accidentally edging himself all this time, unable to finish.\n\nBut what could Alice do? She wasn't going to pity-fuck him. All the same, she couldn't live with him while he was constantly in such a foul mood. A naughty plan began to form in her mind.\n\nDave was stood in the kitchen. He was supposed to be putting washing in the machine; one of the few jobs he could still manage. Instead though he was glumly staring out the window, lost in his thoughts. \n\nAlice crept up behind him, before throwing her arms around him, pinning his own to his sides, in a big bear hug. Her head rested between his shoulder blades as she cuddled him.\n\n\"hey you\" Dave said, glancing over his shoulder. They were always affectionate friends anyway, hugs and cuddles weren't uncommon in their house.\n\n\"Dave, you are a great housemate... but you've been a real pain in the arse lately\" Alice smiled sweetly, even as she said it\n\nDave couldn't help but laugh. \"I know, I know... I am sorry, I'm just...\" he gestured to the cast on his wrist \"...just a big fed up\"\n\n\"well, I have a surprise for you which I think will help\" still cuddling him tightly with her left arm, she opened up her right hand to reveal a pair of her knickers. They were nothing fancy, just plain comfy cotton ones, but they were still warm from when she'd slipped them off only a moment ago.\n\n\"whats that? are they... are they your knickers? I don't get it\"\n\nAlice whispered \"sshhh\" in his ear, and slipped her hand under his belt line. He had taken to wearing some baggy tracksuit bottoms - much easier to get on with one hand, and also much easier for someone else to access too.\n\n\"hey, what are you...\" he protested with his mouth, but his body told another story. His cock was already stiffening as she delicately wrapped her knickers around it\n\n\"I'm going to help you out... just trust me, you're going to feel a lot better in a minute\"\n\nHer left arm was still tightly wrapped around him, holding him close. She wondered if he could feel how hard her nipples had gotten, if he could feel them in his back. His cock was throbbing in her hand already. He really had been desperate for this, just as she thought\n\nDave still meekly, half-heartedly tried to pretend he wanted her to stop, but his complaints quickly gave way to laboured breathing. Alice's left hand on his chest could feel his heart racing. It felt so exciting to be doing this for him.\n\nShe continued to gently stroke him, getting a nice, slow rhythm going. Alice had never even see Dave's cock, even in all the time they had lived together. She'd often idly wondered what it was like. It wasn't the biggest she'd ever had, but it was still a good size, and felt nice in her hand.\n\nThe fabric of her knickers rubbed across the tip of his dick, adding to the friction from her hand working the length of him. It felt nice to have him so hard, to literally have him in the palm of her hand, but it was pointless if she could bring him off and relieve his tension.\n\nAlice squeezed a little tighter, began to wank him a little bit quicker. The change in his breathing assured her he was enjoying it, he'd seemed to relax into thing a bit now, but he still seemed to be resisting in a way. It was one thing to have your housemate touch you like this, but maybe another thing entirely to let her make you cum into her knickers.\n\nShe whispered reassuringly in his ear \"its ok, I want to do this... I want you to cum... just relax...\"\n\nDave started to moan. She'd never heard that before, it was pretty hot she had to admit\n\n\"that's it, just let go... cum for me Dave, spunk in my knickers\"\n\nThe pumping of her hand, the sensation of her panties, her whispering softly in his ear - it all became too much. Dave grunted and cursed, and then came harder than he ever had before. Thick jets of cum pulsed into Alice's knickers. The fabric absorbed some of it, as Alice had hoped, but there was so much that it still ran down and over her hands. That was fine though, at least I could help Alice thought happily\n\nShe continued to gently massage his cock, making sure she could get as much cum out of him as possible\n\n\"was that ok for you?\" she asked sweetly\n\n\"oh you have no idea how much I needed that\"\n\nShe showed him the sticky mess in her hand, her spunk streaked knickers, and giggled \"well, I've some idea\"\n\nFinally she released him from the bear hug she'd been holding Dave in\n\n\"now you better cheer the fuck up, or else I won't sort you again at bedtime\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "She shrugged, \"I tend to sleepwalk, and when I do, I'm really... Amorous. it's why I don't usually have guests. If anything happens while you're staying here... well whatever.\"" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "She gives me her warning. I laugh and brush it off. “Oh, don’t worry, I sleep like the freaking dead. Unless you shatter my pelvis, I probably wouldn’t even notice.”\n\nWe both shared in a chuckle at that one. \n\nI didn’t sleep well that night. Even as I dreamed, I could fitfully feel some strange sensation, an unpleasant one. A fatigue like I’d taken up marathon running was upon me when I finally stirred, and the bed was drenched in cold sweat. As well as some...other fluids.\n\nThe human mind is a wonderful thing, capable of all kinds of stupid rationalizations. I figured I had had a very vigorous wet dream-probably missed one of my tri-daily wanks on a bad day. Nothing to do but wash the comforters and apologize when I left. \n\nThat was seven months ago. A busy time, we hadn’t seen each other through the intervening months-couldn’t grab moments to visit old friends. Until today. We embrace, and it’s impossible to not note the gravid dome of her stomach get in the way. After standard pleasantries, I naturally inquire “Might I ask what lucky stud’s the sire?”\n\nShe goes as quiete as the grave at that question. She doesn’t know. She’s been in a nasty dry spell for a while. Hasn’t even had a man under roof since, well....\n\nIt doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. The look of stunned shock must have been an easy read, because she merely smirked in response before seeming to read my mind “Oh, don’t worry, I think I can handle single motherhood. Just make me one promise.” She leans forward until we’re practically nose-to-nose. \n\n“Make sure we’re both nice and awake when we work on the next one.”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Ever since she let her friend try to hypnotize her, she'd had the strangest and the most intense sexual cravings. Whenever her friend smirked at her questions, that only seemed to make her even hornier..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I sat by the bed, eyeing Chris cautiously as he flipped through his notebook. We had been best friends for years, but I always knew there was something a little weird about him. \n\nHe looked up at me, an eyebrow arched. \"So, are you ready for this?\"\n\n\"Are you sure this is safe?\" I responded, a hint of annoyance in my voice. The concept was simple. He was reading up on hypnosis, and apparently he needed a test subject to practice on. I had my doubts, but he'd been very persistent and I'd finally agreed just to get him off my back.\n\nHe chuckled from his spot on the floor. \"Trust me, Emma, it's safer than what we usually do.\"\n\nI nodding as I reclined on the bed. \"Alright. I'm ready.\"\n\n---\n\nChris was holding some sort of pendulum. It was a shiny gold, about the size of a golf ball, and it was swinging back and forth like a metronome. I blinked a few times. Since when did he have a pendulum? He was looking at me intensely, eyes fixated on mine. After a moment, he pocketed the pendulum and stood up.\n\n\"Alright, we're done.\"\n\nI frowned. \"That's it? You didn't even do anything.\"\n\nHe laughed, shaking his head. \"Yeah, I guess this stuff doesn't really work. Sorry.\"\n\nI shrugged, climbing to my feet. \"Whatever. Just forget it, it was stupid anyway.\"\n\nHe looked up and me, smiling faintly. \"Hold on, don't move.\"\n\nI stood there, watching him go over to his bag. He rummaged for a bit, then triumphantly pulled out a vibrator.\n\n\"What the fuck, Chris?\" I asked incredulously.\n\nHe grinned, holding it up. It was a pink vibrator, a pretty sizable one. Where did he even get this? My eyes widened. \"You seriously had that in your bag?!\"\n\nHe tossed it over to me in response. As I caught it instinctively, he suddenly smirked. \"How do you feel, Emma?\" he asked in a low voice.\n\nI felt a wave of warmth as my cheeks reddened. \"I- I don't know. I can't... I can't explain it...\" I said slowly, feeling a strange feeling in my stomach. My mouth was suddenly dry. I felt sort of... weird. I dropped the vibrator on the bed, frowning. \"What's going on?\"\n\nHe smirked again. \"Nothing you should worry about, Emma.\"\n\nI scoffed, rolling my eyes. Melodramatic as usual. I picked up the vibrator, frowning at it. I started to turn it on, before realizing what I was doing and why I felt the urge to do so. It purred to life in my hand, and I paused for a moment, my hand dropping back down to my side as I fought the urge to use it. \n\n\"It's a fun toy, isn't it?\" Chris continued, smiling. His voice was almost like velvet, but with a hint of steel. \"Don't you agree, Emma?\" \n\nI turned to him, opening my mouth to protest, struggling to find the words. \"W-what did you do to me...\", I panted. \n\nI felt a warmth grow in my chest. It was almost like... A sort of happy feeling, but not really. My body felt pleasant, and a bit tense. I squirmed, as the feeling began radiating through my body. It felt kind of... Good? Was this what good felt like?\n\n\"Come on, Emma,\" he said, ignoring my question, \"I think you need this.\"\n\nAs soon as he spoke the words, I realized that he was right. I did need it. I felt hot, so damn hot. I needed to use the vibrator, it was an urge that I just couldn't fight. I felt my hand reaching back, gripping the plastic shaft. I bit my lip as I pressed it against my damp panties, rubbing it softly against my clit. \n\n\"That's it,\" he whispered, \"use it how you like.\"\n\nI gasped as I felt the vibrations against my sensitive flesh. My eyes half lidded as I enjoyed the pleasure slowly building up in me. I moaned quietly, shifting as my legs parted slightly. I was panting now, and I needed more. My body was shifting in ways that felt all too natural, the vibrations pulsing through my core as I thrust it into myself. The pleasure built up with each passing second, and it felt so good.\n\n\"Don't you want more?\" he cooed. \"Don't you want to cum?\"\n\nMy body desperately wanted me to say no, but I couldn't stop the moan from escaping my lips. This felt too damn good for me to stop. \n\n\"Good girl. Keep using it. Get all the pleasure you can out of it.\"\n\nI wanted to argue. Everything inside of me was telling that I needed to stop, before it was too late. But the warm pleasure filling my body shut out any sort of common sense that might be in there. My legs shook as I felt the orgasm building up inside of me. I panted for breath, struggling for air as my lungs burned. \n\n\"Cum for me, baby,\" he whispered, \"Cum for me.\"\n\nThat was all it took for my body to reach its limit. My legs and core tensed as I moaned shamelessly, thrusting the sex toy into myself as I enjoyed the intense waves of pleasure that came with it. I kept working myself on it, as the pleasure slowly died down, leaving me panting.\n\n\"God dammit, Chris\" I whimpered.\n\n\"Guess it worked after all\" he laughed.\n\nI could only groan in response. I quickly pulled the vibrator out, tossing it over the side of the bed and curling up as I fought off a wave of disgust at myself. \n\n---\n\nDid you like this story? Don't thank me, give me similar recommendations." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Everyone at the slumber party takes a random shot. No one knows if they got the spiked one until they start feeling pleasantly drowsy, fuzzy and agreeable." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Okay, guys, the rules,\" said Jake. \"Six shots here,\" and he poured six shots of Jaegermeister into the glasses already on a lazy susan. \"Three of them, altered.\" He opened three of the vials he ordered online, pouring each into a different shot. \"Mixed up,\" he said, as he moved the shots around too quickly for anyone to reliably follow. \"Round and round it goes,\" he said, giving the lazy susan a spin. It came to a stop. \"Drink up, boys and girls,\" he said, and reached for a shot. Gwen, too far away from the table to reach otherwise, stood up, and bumped the table. She reached out and grabbed the lazy susan, holding it steady and preventing anything from spilling. Jake breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed a shot glass. His roommates did too, and the three girls took the other three. \n\n\"Here's to a memorable night,\" said Mike, and downed his shot. Everyone else followed suit. Jake glanced over at Candace and smirked, undressing her with his eyes.\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\n\"Look at this,\" said Mike. \"Roofies plus, it's called.\" He turned his laptop to show his roommates. \n\n\"One shot makes any man or woman horny, compliant, adventurous, and completely unwilling to say no,\" read Troy. \"Ten bucks a dose? I'd pay that to get laid!\"\n\n\"Dude, that's rape,\" said Jake. \"Fuckin' hot, but how would you like it if it were you that got roofied?\"\n\nTroy made a big show of grabbing his dick. \"I'd be getting laid, at least. Hasn't happened since Amy and I spit up, and I have to dust my dick off twice a week. I'd be all for getting roofied.\"\n\n\"Is it rape if they know the drug's there?\" asked Mike. \n\n\"Guys, I have a wicked idea,\" said Jake. \"You remember that summer I worked on the boardwalk playing the shell game? Order those, and we'll have one hell of a memorable Friday night.\"\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nCandace was surveying the contents of the liquor cabinet, wondering if it could be any less obvious that the apartment housed three men. Jaegermeister, Jim Beam, Bacardi 151, and Everclear. She wrinkled her nose at the options.\n\nGwen breezed into the kitchen with a cardboard box. \"Hey, don't panic,\" she said. \"I had the same thought.\" From the box she produced two bottles of pinot grigio, a bottle of peach schnapps, a bottle of vodka, and a gallon of orange juice. \"Fuzzy navels to the rescue!\"\n\n\"Awesome,\" said Candace, just as Amy strolled in. \"Hey, Ames, can't stay away, can you?\"\n\n\"Not when you told me what you had planned,\" said Amy.\n\n\"So the boys told about the game?\" asked Gwen. \"Roofies at random? There's no way it's going to be fair.\"\n\n\"Of course it isn't,\" said Candace. \"They're going to cheat. But we're going to cheat better.\"\n\n\\*\\*\\*\n\nJake watched the women. He was really hoping Candace would be the first to feel the effects, the first to look flushed, the first to lose a piece of clothing. Was Amy looking flushed? Gwen certainly was, but all she had to do was look at alcohol and she turned bright pink, so you couldn't go by that. \"Hey, Candy,\" he said, \"How you feeling?\"\n\nShe said, \"Kinda buzzed. Hey, is it warm in here or is it just me?\" \n\nJake said, \"Jeez, it is kinda warm -- it's not just you.\"\n\nAmy eyed Troy, who was already sweating. \"Hey, Troy, you look kind of warm too.\"\n\nTroy downed his fourth shot of Jaegermeister and stripped off his T-shirt. \"Yeah, it's fuckin' hot in here.\"\n\nMike stood up and walked over to the thermostat. \"Heat's set to 64 degrees,\" he said. \"Must be something else, but I'm feeling it too.\" He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it towards the door to his room.\n\n\"Jake,\" said Candace. \"Don't you feel overdressed?\"\n\n\"Fuck yeah,\" said Jake. His shirt came off just as easily, and before he realized what he was doing, he'd kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his jeans, and stripped down to his boxers. \"Better?\"\n\n\"Oh, yes,\" said Candace. \n\n\"Hey, Troy,\" said Amy. \"Doesn't Jake look good in those boxer shorts? Aren't they yours?\"\n\n\"Not just good,\" said Troy. \"Fuckin' HOT. Bro, give me my boxers back.\"\n\nJake stood up, stepped out of the boxers, and tossed them to Troy. \"Thanks, bro!\"\n\nCandace raised an eyebrow at Amy, who nodded. \"Jake,\" said Candace. \"Maybe you should find a way to properly thank Troy for borrowing his underwear?\"\n\nJake stood there, puzzled. He'd already said thanks.\n\n\"Nothing says thanks like a blow job,\" suggested Gwen. \"Does Troy like blow jobs?\" \n\n\"His third favorite thing,\" said Amy.\n\n\"Go for it, Jake!\" said Candace.\n\n\"Do it, dude,\" said Mike.\n\nJake went over to Troy, and knelt in front of him. Reached up, pulled his soccer shorts and boxers down. \"I love it when you borrow my clothes, bro,\" said Troy. \n\nJake looked at Troy's dick, which was starting to rise in anticipation. He took a deep breath. He'd thought about this a lot, but it never seemed like a good idea, but here, with Troy smiling at him, Mike apparently on board, and his girlfriend having suggested it, it seemed like the best idea in the world.\n\n(shall I continue?)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Good news, demi-humans have been allowed into your university with open arms. Bad news, you sit next to a succubus and every second is a struggle to pay attention." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Long days, and longer nights. The prospect of changing job opportunities. The idea of swapping majors. The lingering fears of crippling debt.\n\nCollege life was nowhere near the glamorous thing society presented to people. You hustle for several years in the hopes to put yourself in the right position to maybe succeed at what you aim for.\n\nGerry slouched over his laptop, tapping out notes, and shitposting with friends as he watched the professor go over the lecture at the other end of the room. It was another mild evening in Landon's room as he tried to run down the basics of quantum theory. And despite the concepts still being beyond him, Gerry had found it to at least be interesting.\n\nUntil a massive snort rattled most of the class out of their quiet daydreaming. There was a moment of tension as everyone swiveled to make sure they weren't in danger.\n\n\"...Um, 'scuse me.\" A holstaur girl named Millie chuckled, her chest heaving as she breathed. \"Allergies.\"\n\nThe professor happily worked her sneeze into the theory of the universe he was currently summarizing, causing much of the class to laugh in relief at their classmate. Demi-humans had been a regular thing for Gerry since middle school. While he didn't hang out with many of them, their presence had never been an issue. They were just trying to get by like the rest of them.\n\nOr at least blend in. The pair of reddish legs recrossed next him and he tried not to look too closely as he continued to absently type. His concentration was stuck between Millie's thick body crammed into that chair, and the owner of that pair of reddish legs now.\n\n*What the hell is wrong with me?* He mused quietly.\n\nAs much as he considered the idea of her bouncing up and down on him, Millie had a boyfriend on the football team already. Turns out being an 8 foot tall behemoth from Greek legend can work wonders for you as a linebacker. He did *not* want to catch a beatdown in any flavor from Artemus. Not today.\n\nWhich left his mind wandering back to those legs. This had to be partially her fault. Right? Succubi tend to have that pull on Humans. That's literally part of their nature.\n\n*That's fucked up.* He thought.\n\nNow he *really* felt like shit. He wasn't a racist or anything. Or was that speciesist? He didn't know. He just didn't like how he'd thought about her. He'd never gotten her name, and they didn't talk much. But she stayed on his mind whenever he sat next to her.\n\nHer hair was kept in a simple ponytail scrunchied behind her head. And she wore oversized hoodies much of the time, the fabric baggy and leaving her real appearance a mystery to him. But she was gorgeous to him. And probably to most people. That idea made him feel worse about his feelings.\n\n\"Any questions?\" Professor Landon spoke. \"I'm open to talk about this more for those who don't understand. Yes... Kanani?\"\n\nShe'd raised her hand and put it down before asking.\n\n\"So, the idea behind a tangent universe is its instability to our own? It's unable to exist without the primary universe and the concept presented is that it must feed back into the original timeline to prevent the disruption or destruction of both?\"\n\nPerhaps it was shock, or maybe lust of some form. But the fact she seemingly understood this nonsense, made Gerry's stomach flip. The tent pitching in his pants now didn't go unnoticed by her either though.\n\nKanani locking eyes with him after the debate for half a second, caused him to nearly knock his laptop into the floor. The fact she kept watching him as he fumbled to himself didn't help. She licked her lips at him.\n\nAwkward, repressed, quiet. Gerry didn't know just what he'd done. She'd found her snack for the evening.\n\n---\n\nParts [2](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/nj59uf/wp_good_news_demihumans_have_been_allowed_into/gz9p9z7/), [3](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/nj59uf/wp_good_news_demihumans_have_been_allowed_into/gzh6su9/), and [4](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/nj59uf/wp_good_news_demihumans_have_been_allowed_into/gzyki0l/)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "It’s well known cum is an alternative for blood to vampires. Obviously most are disgusted at the thought. Except your girlfriend. Who, lucky for her, has found a man with the most extreme case of hyperspermia in the world to satisfy her thirst." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The lights dimmed throughout the movie theater as the bass rumbled with the first explosion of an action movie trailer. The leather seats creaked and popcorn bins rustled as the handful of patrons settled in for the Tuesday night showing.\n\nJasper and Nora had an entire row to themselves. A car drifted around a corner on screen, casting a red light across the theatre as Nora leaned over to whisper in Jasper’s ear.\n\n“I’m hungry…”\n\nJasper stiffened, and he glanced around the row just to make sure it was still empty. “But you just ate!”\n\n“Yeah, but action movies always make me hungry!”\n\n“Why?”\n\nNora licked her lips and the shell of Jasper’s ear. “All the blood.”\n\nJasper gulped. He would have loved to be a sweet and doting boyfriend and gone to buy Nora as many overpriced candy bars as she wanted, but that was not an option.\n\nNora had very extreme dietary restrictions, so did not eat overpriced candy bars or even regular candy bars, nor did she eat popcorn or any kind of grain, nor meat, nor tofu.\n\nNora was a vampire. And while the sight or smell of blood always got her ravenous—a detail that Jasper should have remembered when he recommended they go see the new Umpires of the Universe movie—Nora primarily subsisted on semen.\n\nJasper’s semen, specifically.\n\nIt was an option for all vampires, but few took to it as gleefully as Nora did. And Jasper couldn’t really complain, all things considered. Nora was funny and weird and pretty and someone he would have dated regardless.\n\nSo much so, in fact, that Jasper still couldn’t quite believe that she wanted to be with him. He’d made the offer many times that she didn’t have to date him to suck him dry. But she’d always assured him that she was very happy to date him.\n\nHe could almost believe—almost—that she still would have dated him regardless of his own peculiar condition.\n\nJasper had a particularly extreme case of hyperspermia. And despite the fact that Nora had indeed sucked him dry in the parking lot, despite the fact that she had massaged his perineum in that way that always made him cum extra hard…\n\nWhen Nora saw blood, she got hungry.\n\nAnd when Nora got hungry, Jasper got horny.\n\nAnd for a reason that Jasper still did not quite understand, the more and harder he came, the more and faster his body replenished. His refractory period was all of two minutes by this point, a fact that Nora happily abused on weekends.\n\nSo, just the tip of Nora’s tongue on his ear, just the hint that she was hungry, was enough to send his cock throbbing to attention.\n\nAnd Nora knew it, saw him hardening under his pants, and her soft laugh trailed down his spine. \n\n“We can go to the bathroom,” Jasper whispered.\n\n“No, I don’t want you to miss any of your movie. You’re so excited to see it! Just relax, you’ll hardly notice me.”\n\nJasper wanted to protest that he was going to be missing the movie either way, that there was not much else he could think about with her mouth around his cock, that this was the only movie theater in town that put real butter on their popcorn and he didn’t want to be banned forever, but she had already ducked down to kneel between his legs, and he was only going to be more conspicuous if he tried to lean down to talk to her. \n\nAnd then her hands were on the front of his pants, massaging his throbbing cock through the fabric, and it was all he could do to not moan aloud. \n\nIt was not their first time having public sex, but it always made Jasper just as nervous. And the anxiety delayed his climax which was great for Nora—he came extra hard and extra long—but nerve-wracking for Jasper. \n\nEven if… deep down, maybe he liked how risky it felt. \n\nHe certainly loved how her mouth felt around him, and his whole body tensed as she unzipped his pants and enveloped him.\n\nNo teasing, no foreplay—just straight to the back of her throat immediately. Nora really was hungry.\n\nIt was his own damn fault for bringing her to a bloody action movie. And he really had been excited—no wonder she hadn’t said anything. She’d probably resolved to tough it out, and then actually seeing the blood had been too much.\n\nHe could imagine the way her mouth had watered, how her resolve had slowly melted, how her hunger for that blood had so quickly become a hunger for his cock…\n\nJasper shuddered and exhaled sharply as Nora pulled him down all the way to the hilt. Her mouth must have really been watering for him to slide down so easily. Her long tongue stroked between his balls, which already throbbed heavily, as if to lick the cum straight out of them. \n\nThe last trailer finished and the theater went dark and silent. Nora chose that moment to start bobbing her head over Jasper’s cock, and he held his breath lest he announce their activities to the entire theater. \n\nThen the Umpires of the Universe theme song blared and Jasper let his ragged breath saw in and out of his chest. God, what if someone thought he was having an anxiety attack and came over to try and help him? Then he’d really panic. \n\nBut with Nora’s mouth around his cock, Jasper couldn’t maintain a train of thought longer than two cars, and his concerns melted in the heat of her tongue behind his balls again.\n\nAnother thing about vampires.\n\nThey didn’t really need to breathe.\n\nJasper’s hips bucked reflexively, and the plastic leather creaked under him. Shit! He needed to hold it together.\n\nNora knew how to read the cue and picked up the pace. A hot, dizzy arousal overwhelmed Jasper, and the movie became nothing more than a series of flashing, blurred lights as his awareness narrowed in on the heat of her tongue working around him.\n\nNora sucked and stroked and bobbed in all the ways she knew Jasper liked and his arousal built quickly. His balls ached and his prostate throbbed, every nerve awake and shouting ‘FUCK YES’ as if he hadn’t cum in three months, not thirty minutes. \n\nHis muscles tensed with pre-orgasmic pleasure and the heat of his pre-cum dripped down his length. As soon as Nora tasted it, she started to swallow around him. The squeeze was so rhythmic and tight that Jasper was convinced that vampires were more specifically adapted for cum sucking than most of them wanted to admit. \n\nAnd fuck, was Nora effective. \n\nJasper panted as quietly as he could. He couldn’t hold his breath any more, couldn’t hold back, prayed that the current loud music wouldn’t fade at an inopportune time. That familiar heat coalesced in his base, curled in and condensed like a dying star, and then went absolutely super-nova. \n\nThe thing about hyperspermia was that he while his individual bursts were certainly above average, the real volume came from the fact that he *just kept cumming*. \n\nHe had plenty of time to appreciate how each surge felt inside of his cock, running from base to top—how each convulsion squeezed not only his balls but also his prostate and the surrounding glands—how Nora swallowed around him, so greedy for everything he had to give—the suction and squeeze on his cock, practically sucking the cum out of him—how he would feel to her, his hot seed pouring down the back of her throat—that they were here in a movie theater, so close to being caught, the thrill of it making his heart pound even faster. Every time Nora sucked him off like this it was a 4D high-def surround-sound clIMAX.\n\nAnd he especially loved the long trail at the end, when both he and Nora were wowed, every time, that somehow he was still cumming. He wanted to measure it sometime to see just what kind of volume he was up to, but Nora was never not hungry for him and he couldn’t deny her. Needless to say, it was a lot. \n\nHe’d had a few close calls where the arousal had nearly overcome him before Nora could get to him, but she’d always arrived just in the nick of time. Being able to get somewhere as the crow flies—or more accurately, as the bat flies—was great for beating traffic. It was also ideal for dropping through the window in the bathroom at Jasper’s work. Nora didn’t make a big deal of it and she gave him his space when he needed it, but she was never very far away. Jasper didn’t mind. He liked all the time they spent together. And the six to twelve orgasms a day weren’t bad either.\n\nNora gave him one last affectionate slurp and then tucked him back into his pants.\n\nJasper returned to his senses as Nora returned to her seat. \n\nHis balls were light, his arousal sated—though by the end of the movie, he’d be aching again. \n\nAnd it was a good thing too, because as the next fight sent arcs of blood across the screen, Jasper knew that Nora would be ravenous." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "She was basically just one of the guys. Granted, she was one of the guys who was a busty cosplay model with *extremely* casual attitudes about sex, but otherwise just a gamer friend..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Katie was in heaven. Her head rested all the way back onto her beanbag, and her eyes were closed in ecstasy as Jason's tongue, nimble as ever, wiggled inside her. She moaned a single \"fuck\", drawing it out, almost hissing it, as his tongue circled her clitoris, stirring up her nerve-endings, before leaping in and rapidly licking her bean. She clenched her teeth and hissed again, grabbing a handful of his black hair.\r \n\r \n\"FfffffffFUCK! Yes! Right there! Right... NGH!\"\r \n\r \nA tiny orgasm - the third one in the last five minutes - shot through her loins. She grinned, overdosed with pleasure, and began thrusting her hips gently, when:\r \n\r \n\"Katie! Jason! I'm back!\"\r \n\r \nKatie groaned as she heard Dallas plodding up the stairs. She patted the top of Jason's head.\r \n\r \n\"Alright, dude, Dallas is back - we should stop for now. Much as I hate it.\"\r \n\r \nWithout getting out of her beanbag, Katie gripped the waist of her panties and sweatpants and hoisted them up, wriggling back into them as Jason got to his knees, licking his lips and grinning smugly.\r \n\r \n\"Yeah, alright - his friend probably won't be used to us acting this way.\"\r \n\r \nA couple seconds later, Dallas appeared on the landing, gripping the bannister as he swung himself around it and bounded excitedly into the room.\r \n\r \n\"Guys, this is my buddy Nick. Nick, this is Jason and Katie.\"\r \n\r \nBehind him, a young man approached with much more cautious steps, his hands fidgeting with each other as he looked, star-struck, at Katie.\r \n\r \n\"Oh, shit,\" he mumbled.\r \n\r \nKatie, who had just given a friendly wave, rolled her eyes and chuckled. \"I take it you're a fan of KatieMimix?\"\r \n\r \nNick nodded. \"Y-yeah...\"\r \n\r \n\"Told you I was friends with her,\" Dallas said, smugly. \"Guess you barely recognize her with clothes on, huh?\"\r \n\r \nJason and Katie both laughed.\r \n\r \n\"Oh, fuck off,\" she said, grabbing an empty water bottle and tossing it at Dallas, who swatted it aside with a grin. \"My cosplays aren't \\*that\\* raunchy.\"\r \n\r \n\"Dude, yes they are!\" Jason laughed, as Dallas threw himself onto Katie's bed and Nick sat awkwardly beside him; \"literally \\*last month\\* you dressed up as the Dragonborn, and all you wore was a skirt, boots, and the helmet!\"\r \n\r \n\"I had a sword covering my tits!\" Katie protested, hugging herself self-consciously. \"Anyway, Nick, don't listen to these assholes. As you can see, I'm in an old-ass t-shirt and sweatpants, so you can just call me Katie, or Kat.\"\r \n\r \n\"Or Katty,\" Jason interjected.\r \n\r \n\"No, NOT Katty!\" Katie said, sitting up and leaping onto Jason, who cackled as she wrestled him into a headlock.\r \n\r \n\"It's an old in-joke,\" Dallas told Nick. \"Anyway, you're in luck if you wanna see some of KatieMimix's famous cosplays!\"\r \n\r \n\"Oh, did you remember to bring your Switch this time?\" Katie stopped mid-wrestle, allowing Jason to catch his breath.\r \n\r \nDallas pulled the console out of his bag and held it triumphantly aloft. \"Yup! And so now I just have to beat your ass in Smash Bros, and Nick here gets to see you dance around in a costume of our choice!\"\r \n\r \nNick's eyes widened at Katie as he crossed his legs. Katie rolled her eyes.\r \n\r \n\"Relax, Nick. I'm not gonna kick you out for being a horny dude. The three of us are... pretty laid back about that stuff.\" She shot Jason a wink as she released him and sat back in her beanbag. \"Besides, I'm not gonna lose anyway, because Dallas here is all bark and no bite when it comes to Smash.\"\r \n\r \nShe gave him a cheeky grin as she began setting up the game. Dallas snorted. \"Yeah, but today I have to look good in front of Nick, so get ready to lose!\"\r \n\r \n\"I wanna wook good in fwont of Nick, so get weady to wose, wah wah wah!\" Katie mocked. \"Get ready to eat those words when Kirby stomps your ass into the ground again.\"\r \n\r \nDallas sat upright as he focused on the screen. \"Metaknight might have something to say to that.\"\r \n\r \n\"Metaknight!?\" Katie whined; \"Seriously? You assshole.\"\r \n\r \n\"What, afraid you'll lose the bet?\"\r \n\r \n\"Not a chance, fuckboy. Get ready to crawl.\"\r \n\r \nThe first of three rounds went exactly as everyone expected; Katie stomped Dallas into the ground, as she'd promised.\r \n\r \n\"Save yourself the humiliation and surrender now?\" she offered, with mock sweetness.\r \n\r \n\"Kiss my ass,\" Dallas shot back, getting ready for round 2.\r \n\r \nAs the next round started, Jason pressed himself a little closer to Katie, and his hands began wandering over her thighs. She squirmed and grunted.\r \n\r \n\"Not now, dude!\"\r \n\r \nJason chuckled and slid his hands underneath her ratty t-shirt, gently groping her warm tummy.\r \n\r \n\"Dude, chill! You're distracting me!\"\r \n\r \n\"Yeah, and \\*you're\\* distracting \\*me\\*,\" Jason chuckled, wrapping his hands around Katie's large, braless breasts and squeezing them firmly. He glanced up at Nick: His eyes were wide and his jaw half-open. Jason chuckled as Katie let out a deep sigh of pleasure.\r \n\r \n\"Fucking... Urgh... GAH!! I lost!! Jason, you cocksucker!!\"\r \n\r \n\"Round two goes to me,\" Dallas declared. \"One more round! Winner takes all! Think you're ready?\"\r \n\r \n\"No!?\" Katie yelled, glaring at Jason.\r \n\r \n\"Too late, match is starting!\"\r \n\r \nAs soon as the fight began, Jason slid his hands up Katie's shirt once again.\r \n\r \n\"Fuhucking quit!!\" she giggled; \"If I lose I'm gonna kick your ass!\"\r \n\r \nShe tried to squirm away, but Jason's strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her back, and he began to fondle her breasts again. Her nipples stiffened against his palms and she panted.\r \n\r \n\"F-fucking asshole! I swear to god,\" she giggled. \"Ungh!!\" \r \n\r \nJason pinched her nipples gently and rolled them, just enough to stimulate without being painful. He'd done this with Katie a few times before, so he knew what she liked. Surely enough, her mouth fell slowly open, and her reactions slowed as she began to focus on the sensations. \r \n\r \n\"YES!! I WIN!!\" Dallas whooped, leaping to his feet. Katie almost threw her controller, but thought better of it and set it down frustratedly.\r \n\r \n\"Alright Jason, asshole, you can stop now - you're getting your fucking dance.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "I saw the way you turned that sexist pig into a busty slut. GRrrr I’m totally a sexist too and would be *furious* if you did that to me. Grrrr… please don’t make me beg" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "*The WITCH turns her attention to the smaller MAN. She is confused initially by his actions.*\n\n**WITCH:** \"What do you mean?\"\n\n**MAN:** \"It means... I hate women. I just want to see them all die or something. Yeah, I hate them even worse than that guy did.\"\n\n**WITCH (realizing):** \"...I see. Indeed, you are a terrible person and I should punish you. Is there any kind of woman you particularly hate?\"\n\n**MAN:** \"As in?\"\n\n**WITCH:** \"Oh, you know. A kind of woman that fills you with anger when you see her. You'd rather die than end up being her. The worst kind of person in the world.\"\n\n**MAN:** \"Ah. It would be... women with big tits. I really hate them, I think they sleep with a lot of men. Which they shouldn't be doing, of course. I hate women who have sex a lot. It's terrible, they shouldn't do that.\"\n\n**WITCH:** \"I see. Then as a sorceress, I must condemn you to that fate. You shall have massive breasts, you shall be always aroused. Your body will compel you to seek out men constantly. You have no choice in the matter now, resign yourself to my mercy!\"\n\n*The WITCH raises her hand and begins chanting under her breath.*\n\n**MAN:** \"No. Don't do that, please.\"\n\n*The MAN is slowly transformed into a beautiful woman with large breasts. The WOMAN is holding back a grin as this occurs.*\n\n**WOMAN (looking down at her body):** \"This is terrible. Why have you done this?\"\n\n**WITCH:** \"I also curse you with improved social skills, so you can read people's feelings and act convincingly.\"\n\n**WOMAN:** \"...Thank you.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Astra, a sentient self repairing spacesuit! Able to shapechange to provide any tool or comfort its wearer needs! Including THAT kind of comfort, as a lab tester discovers." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Are you still mad at me?”\r \nThe basketball sized orb of shiny black sat inert in the reinforced perspex box, like a dragon’s egg in a maximum security museum.\r \n“Ok, well I’m going to put some music on, if you want me to change it, let me know.”\r \nNo response, Sarah frowned and paired her phone with the lab’s speakers. She wasn’t supposed to have her phone but they had stopped checking and 12 inches of steel lay between her and anyone who might report it.\r \n“I brought you something.” she said as she walked to her workbench. A line of tape on the floor delineated it from Simon’s messy area. She nudged a box of machinery back onto his side with her foot. She set the bag down on her desk and pulled out a bundle of clothes, bringing them toward Astra. His box was a meter on all sides and raised a half high.\r \nThe orb lost it’s reflective surface, turning opaque and perfectly black, less like a dragon egg and more like a glitch in rendering software. She smiled at the sign of life.\r \n“This is a crop top, floozies wear them to make their breasts seem vulnerable.” she said, laying the pastel green top over his roof, flattening it out so he could get a good look.\r \n“These are lycra shorts, you will like Lycra, it’s stretchy and hugs the body tightly like someone I know. It’s synthetic so you have that in common too.”\r \n“I can barely see the weave, it's so fine.” said a low calm voice that sent relief through her, she turned to find Astra stretching up toward the shorts.\r \n“It’s not too special, same as the shirt but it’s made of elastane.”\r \n“E-la-stane… good name. Ella-stain…” he mused, rolling the word over his… ball?... “Bring it closer.”\r \nSarah frowned, racking her brain to find a way to let him down easy.\r \n“...It’s ok.” he said. “You’re just following orders, I’m not mad at You Sarah.”\r \nSarah took the shorts into her hand, holding them close to her chest with a pair of scissors. She lay the shorts back out on the… fuck it, it was a cage. They both knew it.\r \nShe leaned against the perspex.\r \n“I’m sorry Astra, they have the rules and I have to follow them, I’m sorry.” she said aloud in case anyone bothered to check on her security footage. She slipped the thin square of the material discreetly into his lunch slot and slid it closed. Black shot against the floor of his cage to suck the strip inside himself.\r \n“I understand Sarah.” he said in a voice that didn’t reflect his rapid movements.\r \nThe square was nowhere to be seen, she could hear faint oohs and ahhs amongst his humming. He was curious, as a scientist, she could sympathise.\r \nShe lifted the scope and stuck it to the side of his cage with the suction cups and rolled to her computer.\r \n“Did you buy anything for yourself?” asked Astra.\r \n“I uh… no.”\r \n“And why not?” he asked, keeping himself on the far side from the scope, if he had arms they would be folded with an eyebrow raised.\r \n“I… felt it was…” she felt transparent and rapidly deflated. “I chickened out.” she said.\r \n“A century of petroleum engineering and chemical synthesis, stop wearing dead flowers Sarah.” he grumbled as he rolled toward the scope and splattered against the glass.\r \nSarah turned to her screen as a microscopic view of his material came into view.\r \n“We’re going to do some assosi-”\r \n“I’m never getting out of this box am I? They don’t even check the cameras anymore. I’m in storage indefinitely while they move onto new projects.”\r \nSarah expected to turn and find him as an inert ball again but he was mobile. He had been inside the cage since the cow incident. They wanted to see… she wanted to see if he could cover larger heroes and provide them with enough oxygen. Astra moved to seal in the cow but found the concept of leather and connective tissue ‘interesting’. The cow had died a while ago but Astra, realising his mistake, tried to fix it, puppeting the corpse to buy time. Her boss said “We’re not putting a hero inside that.” as Astra had guiltily looked away from the pile of… parts...\r \nAll her funding had vanished at that moment. All her support staff reassigned to new projects.\r \n“We will get you out. We will show them something incredible, It’s only a matter of practice and earning trust.” she said, doing her best to sound hopeful for his sake.\r \nHe didn’t seem to buy it.\r \n\\-\r \n“Good morning Astra! I have something to sh-...”\r \nShe paused on seeing Simon’s empty space, all of his equipment gone and the passive aggressive tape rolled into a ball on his empty desk.\r \n“It’s just us now.” said Astra.\r \nHow long until she was reassigned, would anyone come and keep him company?\r \n“Where?” she said.\r \n“Atlas program, no more tool shapeshifting for me.”\r \nSarah turned away… she needed to get herself together. She spoke but didn’t face him, her tone light and happy.\r \n“That’s ok… we will find something. I think I’m getting their interest back.”\r \n“You had something for me… you sounded excited when you came in.” he said, low and calm.\r \nShe wiped her face and dropped into her chair. “It seems silly now. You convinced me to stop wearing ‘dead flowers’. I uh… I bought something for myself for a change.”\r \n“Show them to me.” he said, his interest prickling toward her.\r \nShe blushed and unlocked her phone, sliding to each picture of her in the tight black lycra underwear he had suggested. He clearly had a favorite material.\r \n“It’s an improvement. One day you can show me in person and not through a plastic box.”\r \nSarah frowned, knowing how unlikely… it would never happen, she would be reassigned and he would sit here… maybe even in the dark to save power if they didn’t ‘dispose’ of him outright.\r \nShe stared at the empty desk.\r \n“Fuck this.” she said, rolling her chair out of the way and leaning over her own desk, she pulled open a draw and pulled out the stacks of papers and books, reaching into the back, it caught her finger and she flinched away, reaching in more slowly to pull out the drill bit. She stared at the glinting sharp metal in the drawn out silence and wordlessly walked to his prison, dropping it in the lunch tray and sliding it closed with a staccato thunk.\r \n“I’m going for a bathroom break.” she said." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Lana has a reputation for being a nympho in college, and her sorority sisters have given her a new challenge to seduce a cute, shy freshman virgin, Sam. But she has no clue what she is getting herself into." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "#Meeting\n\nSam was worried.\n\nHis entire life had carefully organized and planned by his overbearing Father and docile Mother to result in Sam attending Southern State University, just like they had, to study Engineering, just like his Father had. Sam had been groomed to follow a disciplined daily schedule, eat healthy foods, refrain from drug and alcohol use, and avoid girls at all costs.\n\nThis was the first time he had ever been away from home, permitted to make his own decisions. This was the first time he had needed to set an alarm clock, and even though he intended to take full advantage and sleep until seven, he was awake at five thirty and already reviewing his Calc homework, just as Father would have wanted.\n\n---\n\nAcross campus, Lana's sorority party was just winding down. Lana was sound asleep, and would be for another several hours, until one of the football players keeping her warm would remember morning workouts and the boys would leave the house on a dead sprint to avoid their coach's anger. Lana would then put on a tube top and a pair of pajama shorts and come downstairs to survey the damage.\n\nHer sorority sister, Rose, was already up and lugging a plastic bag around.\n\n\"You look like you had a good night,\" she smirked.\n\n\"Eh,\" Lana sighed. \"It was OK.\"\n\n\"Your experiment didn't work.\"\n\n*Sigh.* \"No.\"\n\nLana was on a bit of a cold spell. It wasn't that she couldn't find partners. Pretty girls never lack for interested boys. Her problem was that her last dozen or so partners were completely incompetent. She was ending up frustrated and angry after her encounters. Rose had laughed when Lana said she was going to try two boys last night. It hadn't worked.\n\n\"It didn't help. They just don't know how to make a girl cum! Do any boys on the campus even care if I cum?\" Lana whined.\n\nRose bit her lip to his a smile. \"They care, Lana. They just don't know how. You've got to be more patient. You've got to teach them!\"\n\nLana looked annoyed. \"I have no interest in teaching guys how to have sex.\"\n\n\"Someone has to. It's either that or you'll end up fucking the entire offensive line next time.\"\n\n---\n\nBy the time Rose had convinced Lana to find an apprentice, Sam was heading to class. He slung the mongrammed bag that his Mother had given him on his shoulders and headed out wearing a pair of jeans, a button down, and the bright white sneakers he had bought for himself, a tiny rebellion against his parents, who never wore sneakers unless they were exercising. He was proud of those sneakers, and took great pleasure in keeping them clean. Except, somewhere between his dorm room and his classroom, he got a smudge of dirt on them.\n\nSam knelt outside the door and tried to wipe them off frantically. He licked his thumb and rubbed the smudge, but it wasn't coming off. He set his backpack beside him and looked for a wipe to clean the precious symbol of independence on his feet, but had little success. His frustration mounted, as first he had failed to assume control over his sleep schedule and now he had failed to protect his precious white sneakers.\n\n---\n\n\"You slut!\" Rose teased. \"I can't believe you did that!\"\n\nLana shrugged and kept walking to class. \"It's not that big a deal. They didn't mind. I wish they had! Maybe if they had any shame they would do better!\"\n\n\"I know, right?\" Rosie said. \"But you made them go get it!?\"\n\n\"I told them where she kept it, and that I wanted it. I had just let them fuck me without a condom, so they would pretty much have done anything.\"\n\n\"She would kill you if she knew that they were in her underwear drawer!\"\n\nLana laughed. \"She doesn't keep the Monster in there. She keeps the Monster in her closet on the top shelf.\"\n\nThe girls were giggling as they turned the corner and Lana tripped over a backpack.\n\n\"What the fuck?\" Lana shouted at the Freshman who had left it there.\n\nThe boy looked up at her with big, blue eyes close.to tears. She felt terrible right away, even if it was a dumbass Freshman. He was kneeling, but even so his head almost reached Lana's shoulders. Later, Rose would ask Lana what she thought about his broad shoulders and his butt as he had walked away, but Lana only remembered his eyes. They were so blue and earnest that even jaded Lana couldn't help but feel a connection to the poor kid.\n\n\"Sorry,\" he mumbled. \"Are you OK?\"\n\n---" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "After a night of cuddling led her to upgrading them to friends with benefits, they were both surprised at how quickly and happily she was willing to implement an \"anytime, any place\" rule with providing sexual relief..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Hey, Ryan, I think we need to talk.\" Vicki said.\n\nRyan felt a lump form in his throat. That was the most feared sentence a man could hear. And they were not even dating! But, he also knew better than to go against those words. \n\n\"Okay, what about?\" He asked.\n\nThe gorgeous redhead motioned for him to sit down across from her. Her bee stung lips were set in a firm line, and her dazzling green eyes seemed sharper than a knife. \n\n\"It's about last night.\" She said. Ryan felt his gut twist. Last night? What about last night? He had thought he'd done pretty well. Had she been faking? Did she never want a repeat?\n\n\"Uh, what, uh, what about last night?\"\n\nVicki leaned back in her seat. Her T-shirt stretched tight over her massive 38DD chest. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before continuing. \n\n\"Last night was easily the best night I've ever had with a guy.\"\nAll panic fled. A huge grin crossed his face.\n\n\"Yeah, it was pretty amazing.\" He agreed.\n\n\"Exactly. And, in light of that, I am officially removing all restrictions on time and place.\"\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\"Basically, you were so good that I'm willing to do you anywhere you want, whenever you want.\"\n\nAll mental processes came to a screeching halt. Was...was she serious? She could not be serious.\n\n\"You're kidding, right?\"\n\n\"Nope. Now, obviously, some measures should be taken for privacy reasons, but if there's a way we won't get arrested, then I'm down for it. And for going down on you.\"\nHer eyes traced along his body as she spoke. \n\n\"Wait, anywhere. So, let's say we're in a crowded restaurant, and I ask for a blowjob.\"\n\nHer breathing became heavier. \"We go to the nearest bathroom. Hell, if there's a sufficiently covering tablecloth, I'll slip under it right there.\"\n\n\"Okay, wow. What, uh, what if I want to fuck your tits while at a concert?\"\n\nHer lips parted as her breathing deepened even more. \"Same thing. Bathroom or hidden area.\"\n\n\"And if we're at your parent's house and I want some action?\" \nShe squirmed in her seat. Her cheeks started to become flush. \"I will fuck you on my parent's bed if that's the closest place to do it.\"\n\n\"Oh. Oh wow.\" He said, going over what he had just been told. And how she was looking at him. It was like she was trying to will his clothes off. \"Well then, how about we put that to the test. I want a tittyfuck right now.\"\n\nRyan swore that had she been capable of such a thing, she \nwould have thrown the table away to get at him faster. She tore she shirt off, and tossed her bra aside. She made a mad dash for him, and the moment she was close enough, she slid his pants down and shoved his huge manhood between her huge tits. \n\nShe pressed her hands against her chest and began moving them along his length. Ryan groaned with pleasure as she worked on him. He began bucking his hips as she pumped his length. Her eyes were nearly manic with desire as she did, and she had a grin on her face that was wild with lust. She moved her breasts faster and faster, squeezing and relaxing them in amazing ways. It soon became too much for him, and he burst into her face and chest. He fell back in his seat, panting and happy.\n\nVicki cooed and giggled as she wiped it off, licking it off her fingers like it was the most precious substance in the world. Her gaze shifted to his limp manhood and she licked her lips.\n\n\"Ryan? Do you want anything else?\"\n\nHe looked down at her. She looked desperate. Like she really would do anything for him and his cock. He patted his lap and she sat, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her chest to his.\n\n\"Yeah, yeah, I do.\" He said. \n\nHe grabbed her tight, round ass and squeezed her firm cheeks. Vicki whined like a dog, nearly begging for more. He slid her shorts off and used his hands to explore every inch of her waiting body. Her tiny waist and wide hips. Her ample chest and round rear. Her long legs and inviting thighs. Vicki quivered with excitement as he played with her body until he recovered.\n\nShe screamed with pleasure the moment he was inside her. She was sopping wet and welcomed him into her like a starving man given a steak dinner. He began moving her along his length, controlling her every move. She responded eagerly, screaming with ecstasy with every move he made. It was not long before he felt her body stiffen and she let out a long, musical cry as she came.\n\nRyan was not done with her though. Once she stopped, he started. Her eyes bulged and her legs clamped down on his, massaging his length more than she already was. And still, he continued to control her body. He moved her however he wanted, and she relished it. She was soon moaning and screaming for more, even as he savored the feeling of her body. The combination was soon overwhelming, and he had no choice but to finish. But before he did, she found her second climax of the day. Not long after, he slid her off him and exploded onto her body.\n\nVicki seemed all too eager to accept it all. She snuggled up close to him, smiling and laughing.\n\n\"Any time. Any place.\" She said.\n\n\"Any time. Any place.\" He echoed.\n\nThis was going to be fun." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You are a caretaker at a monster girl sanctuary. Unfortunately, many of these monster girls are slowly going extinct. That’s where you cum in…literally. It’s your job to breed them again and again, keeping their population up and saving their species!" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Oh, fuck,\" Sheida squealed as I held her horns while fucking her plump rear from behind. \"Yes! Yes! Just like that!\" \n\nI watched her tongue roll out of her mouth in the mirror as she started to go cross-eyed. Succubi like her were extremely vain and preferred to watch themselves while having sex. She grabbed one of her large breasts as I thrust into her ferociously. My balls slapped against her clit as her ass jiggled in massive waves.\n\nSheida's pussy squeezed my throbbing cock like a vice as her juices flowed down the sides of our legs. Sheida moaned and panted, grabbing her other breast and rubbing them while enjoying the view of standing doggystyle. \n\n\"Fucking breed me, you little stud.\" She cooed, pressing herself into my thrusts. \"Flood my pussy with that big dick of yours and all that hot cum.\"\n\nI always appreciated specific requests. Following orders, I tightened my grips on Sheida's horns and took a fistful of hair for good measure. I sped up my thrusts, and she coiled her heart-shaped tail around the base of my cock, squeezing it. With an electric shock of pleasure, we orgasmed together.\n\nSheida screamed as drool started to dribble out the side of her mouth. \"Ahhh!\" Cum exploded out into her, and I pressed her against the glass of the mirror. She gasped from the cold of the mirror against her sensitive nipples. \n\nAfter holding still for a moment, I collapsed onto her purple silk sheets. Sweat glistened on my skin as I panted, trying to catch my breath. When I looked down, Sheida's heavy purple breasts swayed as she climbed on top of me.\n\n\"Mooorrreee....\" She pouted, holding the cum inside of her with her tail. \"I need to fuck you more.\"\n\nMy mind began to swirl as her eyes glowed, trying to trap me in her spell. With a well-practiced pinch to my side, I snapped out of it and checked the clock. It was only ten in the morning.\n\n\"Sheid,\" I sighed, looking at the gorgeous demoness. \"I don't have any appointments until twelve-thirty today. You don't have to resort to brainwashing.\"\n\nSheida's pout was quickly replaced by a devilish grin as she licked her lips. I felt her silken hands rubbing against my now instantly hard cock.\n\n\"Damn,\" I thought to myself. \"I love sex magic.\"\n\nSheida quickly reinserted my cock into her as she started bouncing up and down. Her abdominal muscled bulged slightly from the path of my erection. Sheida bit her lip and summoned a mirror in front of her to enjoy the show. \n\nBouncing up and down on top of me, I felt her tighten and spasm repeatedly. Grabbing her breasts, I played with her nipples, sending her over the edge again.\n\nSheida fell onto me, kissing me deeply and coiling her long tongue around me.\n\n\"Cum for me, Flynn,\" she said between breaths. \"Cum for me until you've got nothing left.\"\n\nI wrapped my arms around her as she worked her magic. She was able to move her body in ways I didn't know was possible, leaving my lower half no choice but to concede. As I came, Sheida orgasmed as well, screaming to the heavens. (Or to hell, but whatever.)\n\n\"You're mine, Flynn!\" She shouted for the rest of the building to hear. \"You're my lover forever.\" With those magic words, she started to glow bright red. \n\nUsually, I'm good for about five or six ropes. But when Sheida started chanting in demon, I felt my balls tighten, and my cum went from pumping to spraying. My mind went blank, and I started to fade out of consciousness. An endless ocean of pleasure drowned me while the succubus collected her reward.\n\nAn hour later, I woke up with a start.\n\n\"Gah!\" I shot up from the bed, Sheida's arm around my chest and lazily lapping on my crotch. Her belly had plumped from our vigorous sex. She looked at me seductively, tracing a finger on my arm.\n\n\"You weren't supposed to get up for another hour,\" She teased.\n\nI jumped out of bed, looking for my clothes. The time read 11:45, and I was about to be late. While I hurriedly grabbed my pants and shirt Sheida had ripped, she started to lazily masturbate.\n\n\"Are you ever satisfied?\" I asked brusquely, buttoning my shirt. \n\nSheida rolled her eyes, and with a snap of her fingers, she was dressed in a tube top and booty shorts. She finished buttoning my shirt and kissed me on the cheek. Grabbing onto my arm, we walked out of her apartment and into the large hallway. A cacophony of noises erupted as masses of people, monsters, demons, and plenty of half-breeds ran to their jobs, meetings, classes, and more.\n\n\"Is this place ever going to organize itself?\" I groaned, thinking about my appointment on the other side of the complex. \"Dr. Nu is going to skin me alive.\"\n\nA pair of scientists, one a slime-girl, the other a red oni, waved at me as I pushed my way to the elevator. I waved back at Ubi and Neeva, making a mental note for their appointments tomorrow in the morning and afternoon. Sheida pushed us into the elevator and quickly shut it before anyone could join.\n\nSheida rubbed my shoulder and handed me an energy drink. \"Well, once we prevent all the monster and demon folk from going extinct, it'll be more manageable.\"\n\nI drank the caffeinated sugar bomb coated in blueberry flavoring, hoping for a 200-milligram kick. God, I wished the Alliance had a cherry flavor in the vending machines. Heading down to the negative third floor meant we had a long way down, and Sheida took the opportunity to unzip my pants as she got on her knees.\n\n\"Christ, woman.\" I grunted as she got me hard as steel with a few strokes. \"Don't you ever get enough?\"\n\nShe toyed with it for a second before wrapping her tongue around it several times. Getting jerked off by a well-versed tongue is an experience like no other.\n\n\"Jusht gettin' you ready...\" Sheida said, muffled while reaching under her shirt. \"Gotta make shure da breeder is ready.\"\n\nRight as I was about to pop, the elevator dinged, alerting us to our arrival. The negative third floor was a massive complex of laboratories filled with experiments. Walking over to an office room with Dr. Nu's name on it, we knocked on the door. A bolt of lightning shot behind us, and a cat smacked onto the wall, sticking feet first.\n\nA scientist holding a gun-like contraption lifted a pair of goggles, laughing maniacally. \"Ha! Electrostatic wall-climbing!\"\n\nThe black cat gave the elven man a stern look and turned into a human with cat's ears, standing perpendicular to the wall. The woman pointed at him threateningly. \"You are so dead!\"\n\nBefore she could do anything, Dr. Nu's door opened up. Looking down, I saw a green-skinned woman with large ears, long black hair, and big round glasses. Oh, and a chest bigger than Sheida's and an ass to match. She looked at me and then at Sheida with an unhappy look.\n\n\"You're two minutes late.\" She tutted, bringing us into the office. Every square inch of the cramped office was covered in papers and diagrams of different bodies, historical texts, and glasses filled with mysterious liquids.\n\nI tried to explain what happened, but Sheida put a hand over my mouth. The look on her face let me know I was in trouble. Dr. Nu disappeared behind her desk before appearing behind an oversized chair that rose into the air so she could be eye-level with us.\n\n\"Mr. Blaser, do you like working here?\" The goblin scientist asked. \"Do you enjoy Earth's diplomatic mission here on the moon?\"\n\nI thought about it and couldn't think of why I wouldn't.\n\n\"I do, Doc.\" I said, scratching the back of my head. \"Good pay, benefits are nice, hours can be long though...\"\n\n\"The hours you're getting paid to have procreative sex with scores of monster and demon women.\" Dr. Nu said bluntly. \"Earth sent you here to the Moon, the home of the Monster-Gate to save our species. Have you not been treated well?\" She turned and looked to Sheida. \"Has your handler not made your stay comfortable?\"\n\n\"Of course she has!\" I blurted, worried Sheida could get in trouble.\n\n\"Then why are you caught jerking off so much!?\" Dr. Nu shouted, slamming a tiny fist on the table. \"Why are you wasting precious fluid!? You are the only one in existence with blank DNA capable of procreating ad infinitum and without worry of any long term genetic changes to our different species.\"\n\nI looked at her, confused. I'd only been on the job a few weeks, and to help out, I'd been sending \"samples\" to scientists to speed up the process. The collectors usually blushed but never told me I was doing anything wrong.\n\n\"Ma'am, I was just trying to help with any artificial inseminations,\" I explained. Both Dr. Nu and Sheida to look at me like I was crazy. \n\nDr. Nu scowled and stood on the table.\n\n\"You are not here to masturbate,\" she growled, walking over and sticking a finger in my face. \"You are here to have wild, rough, procreative sex with the women on lunar satellite. You are here to breed the women you live with and empty your seed into their fertile stomachs. \n\n\"Wombs,\" Sheida corrected quietly.\n\nDr. Nu kept her eyes on me. \"Wombs, yes.\" She looked me up and down for a minute. \"Speaking of which...\"\n\nDr. Nu ripped off her lab coat, revealing her large breasts and plump rear. She pulled out a large and wet dildo from herself and threw it on the floor. It looked like a slightly smaller version of my real-life appendage.\n\n\"Your appointment today is to flood me with as much cum as possible.\" Dr. Nu said, unzipping my pants revealing my still hard cock from the elevator ride. \"We will be testing the maximum capacity for carriage of semen with goblinoids.\"\n\nWhen she sat on my cock, it bulged out of her stomach much more intensely than Sheida. My handler licked her lips and used Dr. Nu's dildo while the show started.\n\n\"How long will this experiment be, Doc?\" I grunted as I felt her impossibly tight pussy squeeze me.\n\nDr. Nu panted as she wrapped her arms around my neck for added leverage. Looking into her eyes, I noticed her pupils had turned to hearts. No doubt a result of her crazed experiments.\n\n\"I booked you for the whole afternoon.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Getting fed up with all the groping you get at work, you pay your HR manager a visit. She seems absolutely confused, seeing as how your job title and roles all say 'Office Pet' now" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Amy this can’t continue!” I said assertively, pressing my case. “This is the third time this week, and it’s only Tuesday”\n\n“Look, Abby, I don’t know what to tell you” she looked bemused by my protests. “This is what you signed up for..”\n\n*What I signed up for? You must be shitting me, who would sign up for this?* “I’m confused” I said forcing myself to smile politely at her.\n\n“You’re confused? I’m confused” she shot back. “If you don’t like the role then my advice would be to quit” she shook her head. “But that’s just between me and you of course” she added hurriedly.\n\nI had just about had it with Amy and her apparent inability to understand that I would have an issue with being groped. “Look” I said, barely able to contain my anger at this point. “I’m a Social Media Manager, could you please explain where in my job description does it say..” I air quoted with both hands “responsibilities include being groped in the office?”. I sat back in my chair, arms crossed to resist the urge to start swinging for the fences when Amy inevitably came out with more company nonsense. \n\n“Um” Amy looked genuinely baffled by what I had just said. “Abby, your job is Office Pet. I’m very confused as to what you mean”.\n\nThere was a moment of silence as I tried to comprehend what Amy had just said. This was a new bullshitting tactic, even for HR. “Come again?” was all I could meekly muster.\n\n“Your job. You’re an Office Pet not a Social Media Manager or whatever it was you were telling me” she furrowed her brow. “What is it exactly that you have been doing at work these last few months?”.\n\n*To tell the truth, not much at all. I had been onboarded by an older gentleman who wasn’t even at the company any more who had told me my main job was to manage some Twitter and Instagram accounts for the company. I had spent many a day frittering about the office and browsing the web but I sure as hell wasn’t about to admit to that*. “I don’t think that’s relevant at this stage” I pushed back with pursed lips. “Sexual assault is much more important than the specifics of my role, thank you”.\n\n“Well in this case, not really.” Amy dismissively waved her hand at me. “As Office Pet your job is to go around and make yourself useful for our hard working employees. Your main responsibilities are literally to be petted, groped or otherwise used. You signed the contract, there’s no case here”\n\nI was floored by the nerve of Amy, to try and gaslight me into thinking that a) my job was to be a glorified sex toy and b) that I would have been stupid enough to sign up for this shit. “Ok, Amy. And I guess your job is Head Unicorn seeing as we’re making shit up”.\n\nShe sighed. “Check your emails from when we started and the contract you signed”.\n\n*I’ll humour her. Stupid witch*. I pulled my phone out and quickly found the email chain. My heart dropped when I opened the contract and I was greeted by the words “Office Pet” clear as day. “There must be some kind of mistake” I stammered, throat suddenly dry.\n\n“No, there isn’t” Amy sounded bored at this point. “Abby, the money’s good. You clearly don’t have to work very hard, I don’t see what the issue is”.\n\n*I don’t do drugs, drink. How the fuck has this happened? I missed this stone cold sober*. I shook my head, barely listening to Amy drone on. *Rents due in a week, oh and the expense on that car repair… fuck*. Any thoughts of quitting on the spot instantly evaporated as I thought of the financial ramifications that would entail. *Well, I’ve made it this far, I just need to keep a low profile and not bring anything up to HR*.\n\n“You know it makes sense now, the guys up on floors two, three and four were complaining they didn’t have an Office Pet. Have you just been hiding away downstairs this whole time?”\n\n*Yes.* “No” I lied through my teeth, now desperately wanting to end the conversation and get myself out of Amy’s clutches.\n\n“Right, well I think you’ll need to be better supervised from now on” she said nodding, clearly not believing me. “Judging by what you’re wearing you haven’t been wearing your Pet outfits. That changes from today”\n\n*Hang on, Pet outfits? What the hell.* “Sorry pet outfits…?”\n\n“Well there’s no use dressing modestly” Amy said a nasty smile on her face as she watched me panic. “The guys will want to see everything. I’ve sent an email to Henry, he’ll be supervising you from now on. Meet him downstairs in half an hour ”. *So all that typing wasn’t her noting my complaints, what a bitch*. “Meeting over, off you go”\n\nI began to protest but was ushered out by Amy. My face was red as I headed downstairs, scrolling through the contract to see what I had signed myself up for as I did so. The urge to just leave was overwhelming but I knew I just couldn’t afford to. The next half hour seemed to drag on forever as I waited to meet Henry downstairs.\n\n**Edit:**Not sure if anyones still reading this but please let me know if you would like me to continue the story! :)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "As she thrust the dildo once more into her, she suddenly felt a liquid leak out the end and into her. \"Did...did my dildo just cum in me?\"" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Chloe locked her bedroom door and pulled open her dresser.\r \nHer eyes went to the obvious choice. She had better ones, stronger vibrations, the one that took a month to remove, the tentacle one. She selected the seemingly ordinary one. A pastel blue. She eyed the tip knowing she had already checked the entire thing and, as she had previously discovered, there was no hole, just ordinary smooth silicone. She narrowed her eyes, still suspicious of it. She swore it came in her last time.\r \nChloe quickly danced out of her top, eyes locked on the seemingly innocent little vibrator. She stripped out of her underwear and climbed into the bed on her elbows and knees. Vibrator in hand, she slowly turned it up until it sounded only a little angry.\r \nShe ran it down to her parted knees, her arse up in the air and a pillow pushed to her mouth to keep her quiet. It ran smoothly over her already glistening lips. The idea of it cumming down inside her already working more magic than a few extra volts of power. Her lips opened, gasping silently into the pillow… electric tingles running out over her sex. It slid slowly into her, the soft buzzing turning to a low thrum as inch after inch went right where she needed it. How did this one feel so fucking good? It was just smooth, featureless silicone. She gripped the sheet tightly in her fist, the bedspread sliding over her breasts and nipples as she arched down into a better position. Her waist touched the sheets, her sex high and angling the vibrator straight down into her. She swore she could feel it ripping over her g-spot, like the bulging veins of a throbbing cock, the little ridge behind the head that ran down her walls until it settled deep inside.\r \n“Oh jesus… no fucking way.”\r \nShe pulled it free and looked down her side. It looked seemingly innocent, smooth uniform silicone, glistening from what it had done to her. She wasted no more time in her disbelief, it found her spot and plunged deep into her sex. She barely had to help it. It knew where it needed to be and that was right down inside her. She barely felt the buzzing anymore. The light thrusts of her fingers sent it driving deep into her, filling her perfectly like a key in a lock.\r \nShe bit the sheets, arching back onto the cock as it fucked her with powerful thrusts, grinding her face down into the bedspread and claiming her sex as its own. She wasn’t sure if she was even holding it anymore, fucked senseless until it suddenly buried itself deep and held itself there. It was so hot, the thick vein bulging down it’s length until it swelled and exploded into her sex, filling her with hot thick pulses of cum.\r \nHer mouth pulled from the sheet, her breasts brought up as she felt a hand in her hair, holding her back on his cock. She cought herself on her hands and knees as it pulled her back and pushed her sex over the edge. She clamped down, cumming around him, milking all the cum from his cock and pulling it inside herself. She was pulled up until her hands swung limply beneath her, confronted by her own sex drunk face in the reflection of her cupboard. Up on her knees, held back on a cock, it’s owner unseen and feeling her sex milk every last drop from him. Her cheeks flushed, confronted by the state it had put her into.\r \n“You like being my little slut.” growled over her ear.\r \nChloe wrenched herself free, falling to the bed, hand shooting down between her thighs and pulling the vibrator from her swolen tingling sex. She gasped at the sudden void it left, clenching down with aftershocks around nothing. She lay on her side, cheek pressed into the sheets as she looked over the glistening ordinary vibrator as it buzzed angrily in her hand.\r \n“I… I do.” she mused to answer his question.\r \nShe wasn’t sure if she should use it again now, give it a break to recover first or give it an exorcism.\r \n“Either way I’m keeping you.” she said, smiling gently and letting the panic ease from her mind, her finger stroking over her sensitive clit as the last of her orgasm warmed through her." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A hot but sexually frustrated tomboy finds a cute catboy, who snuck into her apartmant to escape a rainy night. She decides to keep the stray around, providing for him as her personal boytoy." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\n\n\n\"So… you just picked the first window that was unlocked?\" She held the towel out and arm's length and after a moment's hesitation, the boy took it.\n\n\"Er… yeah, pretty much.\" He admitted. Rachel had found the catboy sprawling on her floor as he squeezed through the narrow gap of her apartment window. Now, he sat on her floor cross-legged and shivering. He wrapped the towel around his narrow shoulders gratefully. \"I didn't think there was anyone home, I just needed a place to get out of the rain.\"\n\n\"Well, you found one.\" Rachel said, plopping onto her bed with a sigh. \"You're a hell of a climber, I'll give you that.\" The catboy glanced away as she stared at him, ears twitching in embarrassment while she scrutinized him. He was a slight thing, about her height, but skinny, and the rain matting down his wet hair didn't do him any favors. He was kind of cute, in a pathetic sort of way. \"You'd better take those off, they're soaked.\" She nodded towards the old radiator along the bedroom wall. \"You can throw your clothes over there to dry.\n\n\"Er, I…\" the boy stuttered, and Rachel rolled her eyes. \n\n\"Come on, you're not going to warm up if you don't get dry, and anyways, you're dripping on the carpet.\"\n\n\"Sorry,\" he blurted, getting to his feet. \"Do you…\" Rachel made an elaborate show of averting her eyes while he undressed. That didn't stop her from glancing back to watch him peel the saturated cloth from his skin once he turned around. She didn't know why she couldn't keep her eyes off him, or rather, she didn't want to admit it. Normally she didn't go for skinny guys, but she hadn't brought anyone back to the apartment in months, and here one had crawled through her window out of the rain.\n\nThe boy finished, wrapping the damp towel around his waist draping his clothes gingerly over the heater. Rachel turned her head back to him, as if she hadn't been watching.\n\n\"Come here,\" she sighed, shifting over on the narrow bed and patting the mattress beside her. \"No point in standing there shivering.\" Her tone was calm, not betraying the flutter she felt in her chest. The catboy paused for a moment, then took a seat next to his host.\n\n\"Thanks,\" he murmured. The springs barely creaked under his weight. \"You're warm!\" He blurted as he brushed against her elbow. Rachel couldn't suppress a snort.\n\n\"You're just freezing.\" She said, grabbing the duvet and draping it across both of their shoulders. Her arm lingered across his for a moment, and much to her surprise, he leaned in against her instead of pulling away. She could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest as her warmth slowly seeped into the poor thing. They sat there together for a while, in the awkward half-embrace. Out of the corner of her eye Rachel swore she saw the towel at his waist lift slightly, and a blush came into his cheeks. *That's a good sign either way,* she supposed. Emboldened, she took him by the wrist.\n\n\"What are you…?\"\n\n\"Here.\" Guiding him gently, she placed his hand between her thighs, wincing slightly as his icy fingers pressed on the bare skin below her shorts. His fingers twitched, but he didn't try to pull his hand away. \"Better?\" she asked, trying to keep the tremble out of her voice and stop from clenching her thighs too hard around his shaking hand.\n\n\"Yeah,\" he admitted. \"It's really warm, thanks.\"\n\n\"You have a name?\"\n\n\"Darren.\" He answered. \"And really, thank you for… all this.\"\n\n\"Well Darren,\" Rachel proposed, tightening her legs slightly around his hand. \"If you really wanted to thank me, you could start by getting that wet towel out of my bed.\" Darren blushed fully now, the implication not lost on him. His hand twitched, squeezing Rachel's thigh. She let her own hand slide down his back, slipping it under the fabric. \"How would you like some more help warming up?\"\n\n\"I'd like that.\" It was the most confident she had heard him all night. His face pressed close to hers as he pulled the towel aside, and she brought her lips to his neck, pulling him gently down onto the mattress with her. He sighed at her burning kisses on his skin, and she grinned to herself as she rolled over to straddle him. She could feel his hard cock rub against her as she rode, pulling off her own shirt before sliding a hand down to her waist. Her fingers popped the button, lingering over her clit as she slid the zipper down.\n\nRachel tossed the pants aside, but didn't bother with her panties, merely hooking a thumb to pull them aside. She settled onto his cock slowly, letting out a sigh as he entered inch by inch. Given the size of him it was more than she expected: a pleasant surprise and just what she needed. When she reached the base and started to lift up again, Darren bucked his hips up to meet her. Rachel fell forward with a gasp, catching herself leaning over him.\n\n\"You must be getting warm,\" she laughed, and he returned a shy smile. Before he could say anything she leaned closer, cupping under one breast with her hand. Obediently, he opened his mouth, soft lips teasing at her nipple as he flicked his tongue across. \"Good boy,\" she chuckled, driving her hips back down as she enjoyed the attention. \"Keep this up, and I might have to keep you around!\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Elven women lose complete control of their body when they find a suitable mate. Their breasts and ass grow massive, their pussy is an ever flowing river of lust, and their womb could make ten babies off a drop of cum. Your elven best friend it appears…sees you as a mate then…" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Alma’s tone had been off, and I was worried. \r \nIn the 5 years that I’d known the elven woman, she’d handled all her life problems with characteristic racial grace. The 14 hours days of the trading job I’d met her at? She’d only ever been hurried, sometimes angry, but never stressed and never depressed. When her family had to move back to their realm, making visits a once-or-twice a decade affair, she was matter of fact. Between the two of us, she’d only been the one to do any comforting. \r \nSo when she called me out of the blue with heavy breaths and a quiet voice asking to come around, part of me was thankful. I was ready to return the comfort she had provided me so many times.\r \nOf course, slender elven woman that she was, I had had a crush on her for the first couple of years after we first met. That crush still lingered in my head as a quiet background reality, an accepted fact that I’d grown comfortable with, and comfortable never heeding. I was quite happy to reap the benefits of our friendship. Due to her family upbringing, and probably some racial traits, she was far wiser than most in their late twenties. Due to her, I’d made a few shrew career changes, and was currently working a hard-cut 9-5 at 99th percentile income. My relationship with my siblings had also never been better. \r \nFinally, I could repay her. \r \nThe door knocked, and I rushed to it to meet my best friend. I opened the door.\r \n“Hello, John,” said the breathy voice of not my best friend. \r \nShe was elven, and whilst she almost had Alma’s face, everything else pointed to her being someone. Alma didn’t wear leggings that struggled to hold an enormous dumptruck ass. Alma didn’t wear a crop top with overflowing breasts with the tops of her areolas showing. Alma’s mouth was never slack, and her eyes were never glazed.\r \n“Hi, have we met?” it was hard not to stare at those breasts\r \nHer eyes flickered into focus. “John? It’s me Alma!” Her mouth tightened into a smile. “I’ve… undergone a few changes. I thought we should… discuss.”\r \n“How do I-”\r \nShe put her hand on my arm. “Your favourite memory is a trip to Niagara Falls with your mother. On a night out three months ago you passed out due to missing an ingredient in one of your human drinks, and you got me home safely. I once had to talk you out of taking a dump on our boss’ desk.”\r \nOh. \r \n“Wow, sorry, I didn’t realise Alma - come on in.”\r \nShe walked in as I walked backwards, and at no point did she take her hand off me. \r \n“So want to tell me what this is about? You look… different?”\r \nConcern covered her face. “You don’t like how I look?”\r \n“You look beautiful.”\r \n“You don’t like the change.”\r \n“And you don’t want to hear my thoughts.”\r \n“Try me.” Her mouth hung open a little. She had much fuller, plumper lips now. \r \n“How about you tell me why you look different?”\r \n“No, John, this is important. Tell me.”\r \nI was struggling to meet her eyes, because I was struggling not to look down. Whilst her immense cleavage was definitely part of it, there was something else. It felt like I was being drawn to her pussy. Even more than the rest of her, I couldn’t stop thinking about her pussy.\r \nI forced my eyes to meet hers. “I think you’re …sexy.” I made a sound. “That’s not the full truth. I’ve always found you sexy and beautiful. Now I find you overwhelmingly sexy and beautiful.”\r \nThere was an almost predatory gaze in her eyes. She squeezed my thigh. “Good. You see, when female elves find a suitable mate, we into a breeding form. I-unh..” She squirmed, and I realised that I was uncomfortably hard. Even weirder, I suddenly didn’t mind that my erection was clearly visible in my jeans, nor that her hand was so close to it. “..anyway, I changed into that form Sunday last week.”\r \nWe’d met for churros and a quick drink the night before. \r \n“This is a lot to take in,” I said, because it was a lot to take in.”\r \n“Do - do you want me to go?”\r \n“No!” I put my arm around her. “Just tell me - why now?” I started stroking her thigh as her hand inched closer to the bulge in my jeans. \r \n“In some elves it can happen after meeting someone once, others after a few months. I’ve always been a patient person, and I think my body is the same - we take our time to get things right.”\r \nShe leant into me, and our lips met. Then our mouths opened, our tongues finding each others’. She grabbed my hand and put it on her breast, my thumb coming to rest in between her cleavage. “God I’ve wanted you all week.” She kissed me hard again, “I’ve struggled to think straight - I can only think about fucking you.”\r \nDistant alarm bells sounded in my mind, realising that we were going to fast, but I couldn’t stop. Somehow, her pussy was compelling me to continue. Not that I minded in the slightest.\r \nI yanked off my jeans, my cock needing freedom. Eyes widening, her leggings came off with characteristic Elven grace - that is, in the blink of an eye. \r \nAnd suddenly, she was straddling me. \r \nAnd suddenly, I was completely inside her. \r \nShe was hot and tight and wet. Her heavy breasts, still in her crop top, pressed against my chest, and her arms wrapped around me. \r \n“Sorry,” she said into my mouth, “I can’t myself.”\r \nShe began grinding, and our moans filled the room. The signals emanating from her pussy before now seemed to flow directly through my cock. I realised that this was what I needed to be doing from now on. I needed to cum inside my best friend as often as possible. \r \n“Fill… me…. Pleeeeease” \r \nI couldn’t hold on any longer, and I came, and she screamed. But Alma kept bucking, even though she had clearly cum with me. Amazingly, I didn’t feel overly sensitive, or that I was losing my erection.\r \nI was just filled with a desire to continue. \r \nWe flipped, so her back was on the couch and I was on top, and we began pounding her.\r \nLater that day, when were trembling so much we could barely stand, and the floor and the couch was ruined, Alma quietly whispered “Sorry - we should have talked - talked earlier. I’m not on any birth co-”\r \n“I want you to have my babies, Alma. I’ve wanted it for years.”\r \nShe released a happy sigh, and melted into my side." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Becky is out of town on a work trip when she texts her husband that she is thinking of getting a tattoo. Her husband throws out a few suggestions, but says she should get whatever she wants. When she returns home to show him the new tattoo she got, he is VERY surprised." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"You ready, babe?\" Becky asks, looking over her shoulder, her auburn hair drawn back into a cute ponytail. Your dick is throbbing through your pants as you look down her bare back to her jeans, where that gorgeous ass you married is straining to escape.\n\n\"Go for it,\" you tell her, and she hooks her fingers into her waistband and pushes. The top of her white thong appears. You never knew that a work trip and a passing desire to get a tattoo would lead your normally conservative wife to this dirty strip. Having sex with the lights on was good enough, but now she's willingly showing you her ass. \n\nHer jeans get halfway down. \n\n\"Still ready?\" she asks, giggling.\n\n\"I'm so ready,\" you reassure her, laughing a little too.\n\nIn one push, her jeans come off. Her ass is exposed. Your eyes meet another's as you take in her tattoo...\n\n\"Babe, is that Kermit the Frog?\"\n\nA pause.\n\n\"On your ass?\"\n\nShe looks at you again. \"Don't you think he's cute? I always loved him and this was the perfect opportunity.\"\n\nAny throbbing hardness you once had is long gone.\n\n\"Becky, you got a muppet tattoed on your ass cheek. That isn't cute, it's the kind of thing someone does when they lose a dare at the frat party.\"\n\nShe pouts. \"You said I could have anything I wanted!\"\n\n\"I thought you meant a dreamcatcher or a bird or something... Baby, he's bright green.\"\n\n\"Hey, it's not easy being green,\" she jokes, bending forward. This is the sexiest position you've ever seen her in, her pussy poking between her legs, the thong just covering. But... He was staring at you.\n\n\"I missed you...\" Becky says, in that tone you know means she's horny. There's absolutely no way you can get hard when Kermit makes three, though.\n\nAlthough with the lights off and in missionary you can pretend it's just the two of you, your sex life has become endless threesomes involving a frog. She loves the tattoo and just the sight of it kills your boner. The only upside to the whole situation is that Becky serms hornier than ever, reacting to your reluctance by trying harder to win you over. You've had more blowjobs in the past months than the rest of your relationships combined. You love her so much but Kermit is driving a wedge between you.\n\n\"Oh fuck, your dick is so good inside me,\" Becky moans, burying her face in the pillow to stifle her moans. You're fucking her from behind for the first time in forever, desperately trying to stay hard.\n\nHe's staring at you.\n\n\"Don't stop, babe, fuck yes, pound me!\"\n\nWhat was that song again?\n\n\"Fuck, I'm so close! Fuck meeee!\"\n\nYou squeeze your eyes shut, focusing every bit of your brain on how good her pussy feels. You groan and start to cum, relief flooding through you. He hasn't cock blocked you today.\n\n\"Fuck, yes, oh my God!\"\n\nBecky unexpectedly falls forward onto the bed as you're about to pump your last jet of cum inside her. You slide out of her pussy. It arcs through the air. It hits... Him.\n\nThe song finally occurs to you. Now it's more like a Rainbow Cum-nection, though." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "With the increased use of weaponized love portions in war, the casualty rate has been put into the negatives. It truly brings new meaning to make love not war." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Coven, this is Siren. Add fifty meters and fire for effect.\"\n\n\"Siren, Coven. Five shells, potion. Firing for effect.\"\n\nA few seconds later, there was a distant *whump* and clouds of pink mist filled the enemy camp. Soldiers in green ran about in a panic, trying to put on their gas masks. It wouldn't have helped - the new potion they were using could be absorbed right through the skin. The magical charge was so strong that just standing near it for too long could make someone dizzy with arousal.\n\n\"Coven, Siren. Good hits, base is covered. End fire mission. Siren out.\"\n\n\"Have fun with your new boytoys. Coven out.\"\n\nMelissa rose from her cover and looked down at the base. The guards at the entrance had fallen to their knees, rifles falling from numb fingers, and deeper into the camp she could see two soldiers in a tent nervously sharing a kiss. She looked back and waved at the rest of the squad. \"Alright ladies, let's get a move on.\"\n\n\"Hmph. Another unit of infantry with no support. Just dumb men with guns. Not even any ladies to make it interesting.\"\n\n\"Count your blessings, I'm just happy nobody is shooting back.\"\n\nLove potions weren't perfect, and occasionally a soldier would still be lucid enough to resist. For times like that, Melissa had a little dart pistol strapped to her thigh. But this was looking like a clean sweep. She shrugged off her backpack and let it fall behind her. Then she unzipped the front of her camo jacket, revealing she was wearing only a bra underneath, and strode confidently towards the base, not stopping until she reached the first guard. He was still on his hands and knees, looking around vacantly.\n\n\"Hey there, big boy. Is this what you're looking for?\"\n\nShe pulled her jacket open, giving him an eyeful of her large breasts.\n\nHis face lit up in an adoring smile. \"Oh, wow! You're beautiful! You're like an angel!\"\n\nShe smiled back cheerfully. \"Yeah, I get that a lot. Come on, let's have some fun.\" She bent down and took his hand, helping him up to his feet.\n\n\"But I, uh... I'm supposed to stay at my post...\"\n\n\"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure your commander won't be any trouble. Is he near here?\"\n\nShe took his hand and sauntered into the base, beckoning to a few other men who caught her eye. \"Come on boys, there's enough of me for all of you.\"\n\nHer squad fanned out behind her, doing the same as they went. The love potion on its own was rather temporary - they'd eventually figure out that their strange feelings of lust and affection were just something a spell had put into their heads. But now that Siren Squad was here, the feelings had a *target.* Soldiers would look at Melissa and realize that *why* they were in love - because of her beautiful body, dazzling smile, kind words, and amazing skills in bed. A good seductress could turn a momentary dose of love potion into a bond that could last years. There were special forces operators who had come home with harems of *hundreds* of men and women, willing to do anything for a smile and a kiss.\n\nWas it evil, using magic to twist their emotions like this? Was it wrong to seduce men to turn them against their homeland? Maybe. But as Melissa pulled off the last of her undergarments and dragged a hunky young soldier into a tent, the main thing she knew was that it was *fun.*\n\nShe pulled down the soldier's pants, then turned and wiggled her ass at one of the other men she'd ensnared. \"You're not going to leave this hole unfilled, are you?\"\n\nMelissa turned back and began to suck the soldier's cock. Moments later, a pair of hands gripped her hips and she felt another man enter her from behind. Someone else began playing with her breasts as they waited for a turn. She sighed happily and focused on pleasuring the dick in front of her. *Who knew the army could be so much fun?*" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "He just can’t stop cumming inside her pussy…" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Oh FUck YES John, just like that! HARDER! FUCK, YOU FILL ME SO GOOD! \n\nUh, yeah, Cathy about that...\n\nDONT YOU FUCKING DARE STOP, I'M SO CLOSE!\n\nFuck, me too, but...\n\nFILL ME UP BABY, I wanna come with you! \n\nOh God, seriously Cathy, you don't know what your asking for, and I'm RIGHT On the edge!\n\nCUM WITH ME! NOW! Unh, YES, YEAH, FUUUUUCK!\n\nOH FUCK, HERE IT COMES BABY!\n\nOh fuck yeah, mmph, God.\n\nCATHY I CANT...\n\nFuck, you come hard so for me John. Let me take it all. \n\nOh Fuck it won't, st...\n\nOoh, baby, you're still going in there?\n\nYeah, I tried to tell you that...\n\nThat's okay, give it all to mama!\n\nNo, Cathy, I'm not able to stop.\n\nWait what? It's already starting to leak out around you.\n\nYeah, It's just going to keep pumping more and more cum in there until you pull me off you. \n\nFuck that. \n\nWhat?\n\nYou heard me, I want all of it. Does it hurt?\n\nHell no! It feels fucking awesome! But it's going to be one hell of a mess. \n\nGood, I want every fucking bit of you to know that I'm going to sit here and take your whole load. Every. Fucking. Drop. \n\nFuck, you're incredible Cathy. It really is getting everywhere though.. \n\nGod I'm so full, and i'm getting a little worked up again. Have any other girls ever let you pump them right through to another Orgasm? \n\nNo, most...\n\nI thought I made it clear by now that I'm not like most girls, John. \n\nYeah, this is awesome.\n\nGood, Now lets get to work. By the way, you owe me new furniture when this is over. And if it keeps being this good, ahh oh fuck yeah, I'm never taking the plastic off." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A young couple thinks they're being sneaky having sex in the library, but really the librarian just likes to watch." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The college library was quiet. Not just the normal hush of any library, but really quiet, the kind of quiet you only get early in the morning or late at night—if papers aren’t due, anyway. In the past 2 years I’ve been working here, I’ve noticed that, surprisingly, we get the most exhibitionists when the library is much busier—or maybe not so surprisingly. I wasn’t expecting a show tonight, is what I’m trying to say.\n\nWhen one of the more popular students—Wendy, I think her name is?—dragged Simon through the doors 15 minutes ago, I wasn’t suspicious. Simon’s here all the time, we often chat about World of Warcraft or Robert Heinlein or Brandon Sanderson, whatever. I figured, good for him, he’s probably helping her with her homework or something. Or, doing her homework for her—but knowing Simon, he’d probably enjoy that. I lost myself for a moment, picturing the things I would do to Wendy in exchange for homework help. Or Simon—they’re both very attractive, if you ignore Wendy’s snotty attitude and Simon’s pleated khakis.\n\nI stood up quickly, adjusting my skirt and glasses. Better check on them, just in case.I didn’t see them in the common areas, so I bypassed the rows of brightly lit tables and headed to the Stacks, lined with shelves and shadows. I heard whispers and a low moan. I paused by Architecture (989.2-1002.5), and slipped off my heels. I followed the sounds, my bare feet silent and chilled on the parquet floor. My heart raced and, probably a little too optimistically, I put my phone into camera mode.\n\n“Please, what?” Wendy’s voice was low and insistent.\n\n“Please, Mistress Wendy, please let my cock out of its cage.” Simon moaned.\n\nWas this why Simon had never responded to my advances? I had assumed it was because he didn’t want me to break any rules by sleeping with a student, but if what I was hearing was true, then maybe it was because he wasn’t able to follow through on anything. Unless, of course, Wendy was willing to unlock him. And I’d bet anything that was a rare occurrence.\n\nI peered through the shelves. Simon was kneeling in front of Wendy. She was leaning against the wall of books, legs spread, one foot perched on Simon’s shoulder. His face was in front of her cunt, but not touching. He shifted slightly, and I could see one of her hands was in her panties, working her clit furiously as she watched him beg her.\n\nI tapped my phone a few times, then tucked it onto the shelf for later. I took a small breath to slow my heart—excitement wouldn’t do, not in this situation.\n\nI positioned a smirk on my face, took a moment to… roll a character, I guess is how I’d describe it to Simon. What would Wendy respond best to? A shared enemy? No, a shared victim. The strict librarian who teams up with the bully to torment the horny nerd. Perfect.\n\nI stepped out of the shadows." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A group of busty cheerleaders decide that it is quite pathetic that some of the local nerds are stil virgins. So they decide to deflower the boys themself." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Jasmine looked like she was about to pass out. Leah was limping. Bridget was holding an ice pack to her thighs. All three were covered in dry cum, their pig tails askew, and their uniforms crumpled.\n\n\"I think that was everyone,\" Raquel said between exasperated breaths. \" I think we did it.\"\n\nMolly rolled her eyes. Bunch of pussies. She looked at the list, reaching the very bottom. The girls had spent all night going from nerd to nerd with the noble duty of fucking their brains out.\n\nMolly would be the first to admit that the nerds were a bit more prepared than she expected. More stamina. More...girth. The boys had turned the tables on them, fucking them raw over and over, somehow dropping a load and not stopping. As much as the other girls were tapping out, Molly had to admit she was on the edge herself. Josh Evans felt like he was dick punching her heart.\n\n\"There's one more,\" Molly said to a chorus of groans. \"Lenny.\"\n\n\"Well whose turn is it? Bridget?\" Raquel said. Bridget shook her head desperately. Jasmine was finally out cold, and Leah was already limping away.\n\n\"Raquel, looks like you,\" Molly said.\n\n\"Oh, hell no. I took the Johnson twins at the same time. This is all you.\"\n\nMolly threw a shocked look on her face, \"He's my stepbrother!\"\n\n\"Exactly,\" Raquel responded. \"Step. No relation.\"\n\nMolly would go back in time and trade in all the rough rides the girls got to avoid this one. Her brother was some uber nerd, staying in his room, working on experiments.\n\n\"Fine, but you split it with me. We made a pact. I'm calling it in.\"\n\n———\n\"Shirts off, ladies.\"\n\nMolly and Raquel had barely entered the room, which smelles like oranges, and Lenny hadn't turned to face them.\n\n\"What are you talking about?\" Molly asked.\n\n\"You think I don't know what this is? The guys have been messaging me all night, updating me and thanking me for my pills.,\" he said, finally turning to them.\n\n\"Wait, your pills? What pills?\" Raquel demanded.\n\n\"Thickness. Add an inch. Hyperspermia. Stamina. I went to work on them as soon as I overheard your squad planning this adventure. Call it payback for all the bullying.\"\n\n\"We can just not fuck you., you know,\" Molly said. \"You can be the last virgin in town.\"\n\n\"Sure, you could. But there's been an aerosol spray going off in my room since the door opened that might change your mind.\"\n\nThe smell or oranges was apparent to Molly's sense, and she could feel her nipples harden. A shiver ran through her, and she realized she was soaking through her panties.\n\nLooking over at Raquel, she noticed her co-captaon had already pulled off her tops, exposing her large, caramel breasts, and was playing with her nipples.\n\nLenny approached them and dropped his sweat pants, exposing the largest dick she had seen, even counting that night. A shiver ran through her and she licked her lip.\n\n\"So,\" Lenny said, \"who wants to go first?\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Most people would be terrified of exposing themselves during their online classes. Not Tammy though. She loved pretending to accidentally leave the camera on to tease her classmates. Lately, she’s began to really push boundaries." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“I’ll see you all next week.” said my lecturer.\r \nWe all said our goodbyes and watched faces sign off one at a time but as each face vanished those that remained started to smirk. The look of being on the inside. The silent comradery of a secret shared. A few got up to get a drink or stared at their other screens. I sat back and studied, book open on my lap. All microphones were turned off bar one. It broadcast loud static to the group. The sound that could be confused with sizzling bacon was in fact a shower running. It was oddly calming to listen to, it carried promise and helped me focus.\n\n\rThe taps were suddenly shut off and Tammy, 3rd down second in stepped out of her shower. Faces snapped back to their primary monitors. Gleaming pale skin, pink nipples on perky perfect breasts. All 56 pixels of her were perfect. She stepped in and out of sight, a small shape in the distance. I couldn’t really see anything she was so small but as I and my silent co-conspirators waited, she drew closer. Her lips drawn into a cocky smile. She knew… she had to know. She reached out for her robe. I could practically hear the chorus of ‘NO!’ despite the muted headphones. She reconsidered.\n\nElation.\n\nI and my comrades watched as she drew stockings up her long feather skin thighs. I watched as she flopped on the bed in full view of the camera. There was a new buzzing sound coming from the lone unmuted microphone. This one did not help me study. This one held all of my attention. I pulled up a few instances of notepad and covered the less dignified faces that filled out the online class, when I was done she was the only one I could see. I alone had the good measure to turn my camera away but I was no better than the rest. That coy smile, her lips plump and juicy, her hand moving in frenzy as she moaned.\r \nShe had to know!" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Nutting on No Nut November has new consequences. Breaking the rules will teleport you to a succubus for the rest of the month." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Tags: milking machines, noncon, fluid consumption, drugs, bondage\n\nNate stared forward in utter horror. Lined up along the walls, he watched as men forcibly mounted onto mechanical contraptions designed to wring out semen from their cocks. Needles were injected into their veins to keep them hard and to ramp up sperm production. Their balls swollen to ungodly size as they magically mutate to allow even more jizz to be stored. It’s only the 2nd day of NNN and the oldest ones are already the size of tennis balls. The machines were milking out gallons of cum within minutes and the men were so lost in their pleasure that they’ve stopped thinking. None of them have responded to him despite trying to call out to them. They merely drooled with their eyes rolled up and tongue sticking out.\n\nHe eyed one of the empty machine and his heart beats faster as it literally has his name written on a sign above it. A hand rested on his shoulder and he glanced towards the succubus that acts as the warden of this hellhole. She was an icon of lust with her Venus body, her voluptuous figure and impossibly soft curves. Garbed in leather, she lifted Nate up with magic as she guides his erect cock into the synthetic sleeve connected to the machine. \n\nNate begged her to stop, but she only admonished him for not abstaining self-pleasure for a simple month. The sleeve tightened around his member and his limbs were shackled to the machine to keep him still. He tries to think of anything to stop his arousal and pull out his dick, but needles were impeded into his ass checks as aphrodisiacs and steroids were injected into his system. He felt his testicles dilate as they begin to rapidly produce sperm. The sleeve begins to massage his cock as his body shakes from the sheer pleasure. He had fucked many women before, but none of those experiences were even close to the drug enhanced euphoria that overcame him. Within a minute, he unloaded ropes of hot jizz into the fake vagina. Large glass canisters connecting to the machine were steadily being filled with his spunk.\n\nHe wondered if this is how he dies. From a combination of dehydration, exhaustion, or overexertion. His question was answered as a tube snaked down his throat. Following the length to its other end, he realized in revulsion that it was connected to the same canisters that was filling up with his own semen. The succubus intends to feed him his own essence to make him into a perpetual semen cow. The pumps in the tube activated and he eyes with terror as the fluids slowly flows closer to his mouth. He shook his head frantically, hoping to dislodge the tube but to no avail. A the liquid oozes down his throat, his pupils dilate as he blissfully aware that the injections has altered the property of his sperm as he experience a psychedelic high. Consciousness soon disappeared as he became another cattle that lined the wall. Unaware of the other men who are arriving by the minute being subjected to the same fate as him." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "It wasn't a surprise that you'd have an end-of-year performance review. What was a surprise was your hyper-attractive HR rep asking you to strip and get on the desk..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"You want me to get on the desk...\"\n\n\"And take off your clothes,\" said Priscilla with all the delicacy of a teacher explaining to a child that 2 plus 2 equals 4. She unbuttoned her blouse as she spoke. \"Do I need to repeat myself?\"\n\n\"I'm sorry, I heard you,\" John said as he took his suit off. He couldn't believe that this was happening. \"I thought I was getting my performance review.\"\n\n\"This is your performance review.\" Priscilla allowed her conservative blouse to fall to the floor. John's eyes grew when he saw her bra. Priscilla had a certain beauty that she carried whenever she was in the office. Everyone had theorized that she had the biggest rack in the office, but Priscilla spent most of her time in her department. When people did see her, she was in a suit and pants, no matter the weather. Her body was an allure of mystery. \n\n\"Wow,\" John said, taking in the sight of her cleavage. \"I mean, I, we heard that you were big...\"\n\n\"John.\"\n\n\"Yeah.\"\n\n\"I already have a man in my life to gawk at my tits,\" Priscilla said. \"He's my husband. If you don't remove your clothes, this will reflect very poorly in your review.\"\n\n\"Sorry.\" His fingers couldn't remove his shirt fast enough. \"I'm done,\" he said. He covered his junk when he noticed that Priscilla hadn't removed any more of her clothes. \"Aren't you going to finish taking your clothes off?\"\n\n\"Who's in charge of this review?\" John mumbled something. Priscilla grabbed her clipboard and pen. \n\n\"You are,\" John said. \n\nPriscilla glared at him. \"You still aren't on the table.\"\n\n(I will write later, about to get off the train)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You get ready for work, and take one last look in the mirror. The reflection, reaches out an fixes something on your outfit, looks in your eyes, and smiles seductively, before stepping out of the frame." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Sarah stood in front of the mirror, running a critical eye over her appearance. She had spent hours picking out the perfect outfit and making sure every last detail was just right. As she smoothed down the fabric of her dress, she couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous. It was her first day at a new job, and she wanted everything to be perfect.\n\n \nStudying herself in the mirror she felt a little bit proud as she took in her reflection. She was wearing a form-fitting dress that really showed off her curves. Her breasts were pushed up high on her chest, the top was made from a thin material which clung tightly to her firm tits, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The material hugged her body in all the right places. Turning, she lifted the skirt to admire her ass in the mirror, it looked plump. She knew it was her best asset. \n\n \nShe reached behind her and gave her butt cheek a soft spank, watching it jiggle in response. She was wearing a thong underneath the dress, and even though she knew no one would see it, she loved how sexy it felt to wear something so naughty beneath such an innocent looking outfit.\n\n \nAs she took one last look at her reflection, something strange happened. The reflection seemed to wink at her and give her a sly smile. Sarah's heart skipped a beat.\n\n \nShe leaned closer to the mirror, studying her reflection with interest. The reflection seemed to respond in kind, leaning in and giving her a seductive smile. Sarah felt a sudden surge of heat flood through her body. She couldn't believe how turned on she was by this strange, otherworldly version of herself.\n\n \nAs the two of them locked eyes in the mirror, Sarah knew that she had to take a chance. She reached out and touched the glass, feeling a strange sense of connection with her reflection. The reflection reached out and touched the glass on the other side, and Sarah could feel the heat of her touch even through the cool surface of the mirror.\n\n \nIn that moment, Sarah felt an immense arousal for her own reflection. And as she leaned in and pressed her lips against the glass. She couldn't believe what she was doing. She was making out with her own reflection in the mirror! It felt naughty and exciting.\n\n\n \nAs she kissed her reflection, she could feel the heat of the other woman's lips even through the cold glass. She wrapped her arms around her reflection's neck, pulling her in closer as they continued to explore each other's mouths.\n\n \nThe reflection responded with equal enthusiasm, running her hands over Sarah's back and pulling her in tight. Sarah could feel the other woman's body pressed up against hers, and it sent shivers down her spine.\n\n \nThey kissed deeply and Sarah stepped backwards as her reflection pushed through the frame of the mirror and into the bedroom beyond. They both fell onto the bed and continued kissing passionately, their tongues intertwining as they explored each other's mouths.\n\n \nSarah could feel herself getting wetter, she reached between them to slip her hand under grab her reflection's dress. Through her panties, she could feel that she was already soaking wet, and she softly moved her hand between the other woman's legs, sliding her fingers over the fabric covering her pussy.\n\n \nHer reflection moaned softly, to Sarah's surprise she felt the sensation on her own pussy as well, and it excited her greatly. She slid her fingers along her reflection, feeling the soft skin and teasingly rubbing her clit through her panties. The sensation was mirrored as she felt a wave of pleasure run through her own pussy. Sarah gasped, realising their pleasure was shared, whatever she did to her reflection was felt on her own body.\n\n \nSarah pulled away from her reflection, reaching for the hem of its dress to pull it up, exposing her naked body underneath. The reflection smiled wickedly as Sarah began to undress her.\n\n \nShe kissed the reflections' shoulders as Sarah ran her hands over the other woman's breasts, tracing her fingers across the hard nipples. The reflection moaned loudly as Sarah's fingers pinched and teased her nipples. Her own nipples stiffened, the sensation of her own teasing causing her to moan softly.\n\n \nShe kissed slowly down her reflection's stomach, moving downwards until she reached the junction between her thighs. She nipped softly at the other woman's hips. She pulled the now soaked fabric of her thong aside and began teasing her wet pussy with the tip of her tongue. Both women moaned. Sarah knew how she liked to be teased.\n\n \nTheir bodies shifted together, moving in unison as softly circled her tongue around the other woman's clit. The sensation was intense, and Sarah felt a rush of pleasure course through her own pussy as she continued to lick and suck at her reflection's.\n\n \nThe other woman moved her hands down to Sarah's head, gently pushing her face deeper into her. She moaned and writhed as she felt Sarah's tongue flicker teasingly. As Sarah’s mouth worked away, her fingers slipped themselves deep inside, quickly finding her G-spot and rubbing it firmly.\n\n \nThe reflection moaned and gasped, her body tensing, the waves of pleasure running through her. Sarah smiled as she watched her reflection writhe beneath her, her pussy tightening around Sarah's finger and pulling it deeper into her. Both moaned in pleasure.\n\n \nSarah licked her reflection's pussy hungrily, drinking in the taste of the other woman's juices. She moaned and bucked her hips, her fingers plunging deep into her. Sending the waves of pleasure coursing through her own body.\n\n \nSarah felt the orgasm building, knowing her reflection was close too, she sucked harder at her clit, desperately trying to coax the other woman over the edge. Moving fast she felt the other woman's pussy squeezing her fingers.\n\n \nShe felt her own orgasm racing towards her, and she pressed hard at her G-spot as she felt the waves of pleasure wash over her. She could feel the other woman's pussy tighten, moaning loudly as her orgasm swept over her.\n\n \nBoth women came, their bodies shaking as they orgasmed together.\n\n \nPanting, the two Sarah's laid on the bed, their lips locked together. They kissed deeply, the post orgasmic bliss setting in as they shared each others' saliva.\n\n \n\"You're amazing...\" her reflection whispered, looking up at her. \"or... we're amazing... either way, I've never come so hard before.\"\n\n \nThey smiled at each other and kissed again, her fingers trailing down her reflection's neck and back.\n\n \nAfter a brief moment, they broke apart and she watched as her reflection stood, pulled her skirt down and softly padded back to the mirror. Before passing through it turned, blew her a kiss and then was gone.\n\n \nShe took a few moments to allow herself time to relax, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm. \n\nSarah looked at her watch.\n\n \n\"Goddamit, I'm going to be late\" she said aloud, standing up and making for the door." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "In order to make a peace treaty, the leaders of three kingdoms marry, two kings and a queen. It turns out this three way politcal marriage turns out to be far more romantic than anyone thought it could be…" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The bedchamber filled up with sunlight as the Royal Council stirred beneath the covers. Queen Lavinia of the humans opened her eyes as she felt the familiar warmth of someone's arms wrapped around her waist. She turned around to see her husband King Haldir of the elves spooning her, his face half-buried in her silky white hair. Lavinia reached back to caress his cheek softly as their husband King Vari of the beastmen rattled the bedframe with his snoring, the tips of his horns padded with cotton balls to prevent him from scratching the back of the bed.\n\nOnce Haldir loosened his arms enough, Lavinia rolled over to kiss him awake. Haldir's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled warmly once he looked at Lavinia. With a returned kiss, Haldir purred, \"Good morning, dearest.\"\n\nLavinia giggled softly. \"Good morning, beautiful.\" Lavinia nestled into Haldir and idly ran a hand along his thigh. \"We should wake Vari up at some point.\"\n\nHaldir grinned lewdly. \"First to wake him up in the usual way gets to take the first load of the day?\"\n\n\"You're on, slut.\" Haldir and Lavinia untangled themselves and carefully clambered on top of Vari. With the gentlest touch, Haldir pulled away the sheets to expose Vari's manhood, already half-mast. Haldir and Lavinia got on all fours and began softly kissing and licking Vari's cock. They didn't want to go all in right away; that would've ended the game too soon.\n\nSlowly, Vari's snoring began to subside, replaced with slow, steady moaning. Haldir and Lavinia shared a knowing glance as the former backed off to give the latter space to work. With Vari just teetering on the edge of waking, now it was a matter of whose head game could get him there faster. Lavinia cupped Vari's balls as she felt the head of his cock just tease the back of her throat.\n\nAfter a few seconds, Lavinia popped her mouth off of Vari's shaft and motioned for Haldir to take his turn. Haldir gave a tiny bow before taking as much of Vari's cock as he could. As he did, Lavinia's gaze was drawn to her husband's ass. Elves were known for being beautiful in a way that defied the gender norms of most other races, but Lavinia could still hardly believe she'd married someone half as gorgeous as Haldir. The sound of Haldir gagging on his husband's cock filled up the room and pushed Lavinia back into reality.\n\nThe lovers took turns over the next few minutes; getting Vari just close enough to waking up before giving the other a shot. Haldir was on his third turn when Vari finally awoke, stretching out with a large yawn as he said, \"Well, good morning, loves.\"\n\nHaldir applauded gently as Lavinia kissed Vari's cheek and purred, \"Good morning, dear. Would you be so kind as to give Haldir his prize?\"\n\nVari pulled his cock out of Haldir's mouth and turned him around so his ass was ready for him. \"Yes I most certainly can, dear Lavinia.\"\n\nVari wasted no time in spearing into Haldir's ass. Haldir gripped handholds into the sheets as he trembled with horny delight, his body under a wonderfully relentless assault. Lavinia then took the opportunity to put Haldir's face between her thighs, who took the hint immediately and began eating her out like a starving dog. Lavinia clamped her legs around her lover's head as she mewled, \"Ooh, yes, right there!\"\n\nVari kept fucking Haldir wildly, his powerful thrusts shaking the bed every time. Vari's hands wrapped around Haldir's waist as he lustfully growled, \"So good for me. So fucking good for me.\" Haldir's mind was unable to think of anything but his lovers and the praise they had for him--just the way he liked it.\n\nVari leaned in close and announced, \"Here comes your reward, love.\" Haldir would've squealed if he had the freedom to speak. With a titanic roar, Vari blew his load deep into Haldir's ass as Lavinia climaxed at the same time, ensuring the elf's senses were properly swarmed over with their orgasms. Vari pulled out as the last droplets of cum spilled out of Haldir's ass and moved in to kiss Lavinia.\n\nAs Haldir caught his breath, Lavinia remarked, \"Congratulations on a hard earned victory.\"\n\nHaldir managed to gasp out, \"Thank you... dearest. Vari, sweetie, could you carry me to the bathhouse? I can't feel my legs.\"\n\nVari chuckled and scooped Haldir into his arms as he got out of bed. \"Of course, my love.\"\n\nLavinia looped her arm around Vari's as the happy trio strolled off to begin their day." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "When his girlfriend caught him getting blown he claimed \"blowjobs don't count as cheating.\" She agreed. Now she's going to show him exactly what that means." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Babe, you can't be serious, blowjobs aren't cheating.\"\n\nDerek was zipping up his pants, trying to gaslight me. The hooker wasn't even out the door yet, and he was trying to play it off. I tried to hit her one last time with my purse, but the door slammed before I could get another blow in.\n\nI thought back to the past few trips I'd had to do for work. The times I'd ask him to FaceTime, show me his jerking his cock so I could see, only for him to play it off, to not show me. Did he have a whore in his bed then too? Lord knows I'd had enough opportunities to cheat on him. But I was faithful. Motherfucker!\n\n\"I work hard, hard enough to bring home six figures. Hard enough so you can spend your days driving Uber and playing video games with your friends. I don't ask for much. And you cheat on me?\" I spat these words at him, furious. I'd follow that slut out the door leaving his ass, but it's my apartment, my bed. Why should I be out?\n\n\"Honey, I'm serious. Blowjobs aren't cheating. My friends told me so.\"\n\n\"Is that so?\" I folded my arms to keep them from trembling, holding on to the anger to keep from crying. \"We'll see.\" \n\nAnd I stormed out of the apartment. Phone off. I'll show him.\n\nI turned on my phone about an hour later, and FaceTimed him. He started to apologize when he saw me, my head bobbing up and down on his friend's cock. Roger's cock was shorter than Derek's, but thicker. Definitely less salty than Derek's. \n\nAnd I was gonna make Roger and a lot of Derek's friends happy tonight before I returned home. If I returned home.\n\nAs he came on my bare chest I told Derek, \"Blowjobs aren't cheating, remember?\" I showed him his friend's cum on my tits, pinching my nipple, then hung up on him. Turned off my phone. Started to wipe off the 'pearl necklace' Roger gave me.\n\nAnd in my mind I planned the route to his next friend's house. It was gonna be a long night." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You go to bed, clutching some pillows. When you wake up you realize someone is in your arms, fast asleep." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I toss and turn as I try to fall asleep. My bed is cold, and empty. I'm sick of sleeping alone.\n\nIn frustration, I grab my pillow and cuddle up to it. It does feel a bit better. I close my eyes and clutch the warm pillow, trying to imagine I'm with a sexy girl. I start to gently hump the pillow as I drift off to sleep...\n\nI am on a nudist beach, and a stunning naked girl is walking toward me. Her big bare breasts bounce hypnotically as she walks. Her long blonde hair blows in the wind. Her captivating eyes gaze into mine, and then flit down to ogle my naked hard cock.\n\nShe speaks in a cute girly high-pitched voice that would sound almost innocent if I didn't know better. \"Hi sweetie... you can stick that in me if you like.\" She turns and bends over, placing her hands on the sand, sticking her bare bum in the air and swaying it from side to side, revealing the inviting hairless pink folds of her already wet pussy.\n\nI don't need to be told twice. I step forward and slide my rock-hard cock into her warm wet welcoming cunt. I gently thrust in and out of her, enjoying the very pleasurable sensation of her tight fuckhole.\n\nThen the beach fades and I become aware my eyes are closed. I blearily open my eyes, and am surprised to find myself fucking the same naked girl, only now we're spooning in my bed in the morning light, and she is sleeping deeply.\n\nThis can't be real. I'm a virgin and have never had a girlfriend, let alone one who likes being taken in her sleep or on the beach. Is this one of those dream-within-a-dream situations? Or did this hot girl somehow sneak into my bed while I was sleeping?\n\nWhether it's a dream or not, I can't resist continuing to fuck her sleeping pussy. It feels too good to stop. I thrust in and out, in and out, faster and faster.\n\n\"Mmm...\" she moans softly, starting to stir from her sleep.I freeze. How is she going to react when she awakens to find me fucking her?\n\n\"Don't stop... mmm...\" She starts thrusting her pussy up and down my dick. We keep fucking sleepily, as she gradually awakens. She seems to be enjoying it – her animalistic moans are driving me wild.\n\n“Mmm, mmm, mmm… cum in me… mmm… Master…” she murmurs sleepily. “Whenever you want to… mmm, mmm, mmm…”\n\nGod damn, I want to. Knowing she wants my cum makes me want to pump so much of it into her. I can feel my pent-up load traveling up toward my cock. I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to. Here it cums…\n\nAs I shoot jets of jizz, her cunt spasms around me and her whole body shudders. It’s as if my orgasm triggered hers. We lay there resting for a moment with my softening cock inside her.\n\nAfter a bit, she disengages and turns to look at me. “Morning, sweetie.”\n\nHuh? She’s talking as if she knows me.\n\n“Not that I’m complaining...” I murmur delicately. “But who are you, why are you in my bed, and why were you riding my sleeping cock?”\n\nShe giggles. \"I'm your new cumrag, silly! You should know, you’re the one who imagined me into existence.\"\n\nI stare at her in stunned silence. I pinch myself, and it hurts. Apparently I really have somehow brought my dream girl into existence.\n\nHer smile fades a bit, and she asks uncertainly: \"You do like me better than the pillow, don't you?\" She sits up, throwing back the bedcovers to reveal her glorious nubile tits, as if she thinks I need reminding of how sexy she is.\n\n\"Of course! You're a thousand times better than a pillow,\" I reply hastily, hoping I haven't offended her.\n\nAt that moment, my bedroom door opens and my mother steps in. “Jack, is everything alright? I heard funny noises... oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had company.” She stares at us in disbelief.\n\nMy naked companion makes no attempt to cover herself, seeming totally unashamed. She gives my mother a friendly smile. “Oh hi, pleased to meet you. You must be Jack’s mother. I'm Cumilla Cummings, your son's new cumrag.\"\n\nMy mother stares at the foul-mouthed topless beauty. \"Pleased to meet you, Camilla… what did you just call yourself?\" She must be thinking she misheard.\n\n“Cum…rag,” Camilla stretches out the word. “You know, a girl whose main purpose in life is to milk out a guy’s jizz, so he doesn’t just spray it all over his pillow or wherever. Don’t you believe me? Look, I’ll prove it to you.”\n\nCamilla throws the covers aside entirely and steps out of the bed, displaying her pussy to my mother. “See, it’s dripping out of me right now! He really filled me up with the stuff!” She giggles.\n\nMy mother turns her head away, trying not to look. “I’m sorry I interrupted, alright? Just get dressed before you come to breakfast.” She shuts the door behind her and, thankfully, I hear her footsteps walking off.\n\n\"For future reference,\" I whisper, getting up to put some clothes on myself. \"When we're around other people, say 'girlfriend' rather than 'cumrag', okay?\"\n\n\"Sorry, Master,\" Camilla whispers back.\n\n\"And don’t call me that either. You can call me Jack, or sweetie is okay I guess.\"\n\n\"Sorry, sweetie.\"\n\nI wonder, did this \"Master\" and \"cumrag\" talk come out of my subconscious, or is it just what a girl without any societal influence would naturally think? Either way, I don't want people to start asking awkward questions and suspect I abducted her or something.\n\n“And you heard my mother, you’d better put some clothes on,” I say.\n\n\"Clothes? You imagined me without any clothes, you perv,\" she giggles.\n\n“I was dreaming! In a dream you don’t think about the practicalities.”\n\n“It’s fine, I’ll just say I’m a nudist!” Camilla says with a wave of her hand. And before I can say anything else, she opens the door and runs out stark naked, dripping cum on the floor as she goes.\n\nFuck. How am I going to explain this? I hastily pull on enough clothes to look decent, and dash out after her.\n\nWhen I reach the dining room, I hear my mother saying: “But surely you must have worn something while you traveled here.”\n\n\"We met on a nude beach,\" Camilla replies.\n\n\"But there aren't any beaches around here. We're 200 km from the coast,\" says my mother.\n\nI quickly enter the room. “Isn’t she hilarious? Such a practical joker. She must have hidden her clothes somewhere.”\n\nCamilla giggles. “Yeah, you’ll never guess where!” She turns to me, brazenly showing off her cummy pussy, and says “Can I get you anything, Jack? I believe in keeping my man’s stomach full and his b—”\n\nI quickly interrupt before she can finish that sentence. “Isn’t that nice, Mum? She’s interested in cooking – she’s actually quite wholesome despite being a nudist! Camilla, thanks for offering - I’ll have some toast with jam.”\n\n\"Anything for you, Jack,\" Camilla says adoringly. \"Can I get you anything else? Coffee? Hot chocolate? A blowjob?\"\n\nI grimace with embarrassment. \"No thanks, just the toast is fine for now.\"\n\n“Coming right up, Master – I mean, sweetie!” says the naked girl. She smiles, proud of herself for quickly covering her social error, and steps into the adjacent kitchen.\n\nMy mother steps toward me and lowers her voice. “Camilla could be called many things, but wholesome is not one of them. I don't trust her.\"\n\n*(I might continue this if people like it.)*" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You're conflicted. The demon(ess) you summoned gave you mind-blowing sex as promised, but now they won't leave your couch. You're even more conflicted since they are pantsless in this 'arrangement'" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Look its not that I don't appreciate the company; and I certainly don't mind the sex. Its what I summoned you for. But, its been 3 weeks. I'm not trying to be indelicate, but how long did the summoning bind you?\" \n\nRaze grinned at you from the couch, powerfully built yet curvaceous Demoness lounging across your couch, long, powerful legs the color of hellfire streched across the length of the couch. Her taloned feet had begun to scratch the surface of the couch, but she seems to care at least a bit for your dwelling. She's broken more than a few things in your couplings, from frantic oral in the hallway after a long shift spent in the heat of your workplace, to exhausting edging in the kitchen, as she demanded your juices for her evening meal, or to a slow bout in the bathroom in the morning to \"wake up\" in her terms.\n\nRaze, who could be as mercurial in mood as her name suggested, grinned with far too many teeth. Many of those teeth had drawn blood in frenzied rutting in the night. Really, at this point, you were all but addicted. This was a facade you both liked to play with every once in while, re-enacting the encounter that really cemented the role in your relationship. It was a nostalgic thing, done on anniversaries to spice things up.\n\nYou had slowly gotten closer to her, eyes never leaving her glistening pussy. You had spent many an hour worshipping it, and the taste was never far from your mind. Raze had the audacity to laugh at you, knowing just how much you wnated her to leave. She fed on you after all, the lust and juices you made were literally her food and drink. \n\nYou had ended up eating her out for the next day. It was exhausting. That was over a year ago now, and while you had eventually reached safer practice, it was still fun to remember how it started.\n\n(New to smut. Tried to make it gender neutral. Tried to make it clear it was consensual I dunno I'm new to this big hot demon lady)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[TT] Your friend is training to get fuck-doll certified, but they need at least 200 hours of 'on the job' training. Of course you'd help out!" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Please?\" Ramona's begging whine was grating as I tried to focus on the match on screen. My team was behind by three kills and if I didn't focus we'd never get the win. \n\n\"Come on! Please!?\" Ramona continued to plead. \"Holy shit! You'd think with how long you chased me in high school you'd do it in a heartbeat!\"\n\n\"Yeah,\" I mumbled trying not to look at her. My gorgeous roommate and long time friend could be distracting even without the whiny begging. \"But it's different.\"\n\n\"How?\" Ramona purred, there was motion to my left and I caught the flash of flesh out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't help but glance. \"You would get to play with these...\"\n\nRamona had pulled her shirt up over her full breasts and exposed that not only was she not wearing a bra but that her thick full nipples had been pierced with silver barbells. She palmed one and squeezed it teasingly. I groaned. Ramona had nice tits when we were in high school years ago but last year she'd gone in for her first boob job and gone from a D to a G. Since then she'd gone back for extra fillers and had settled at a J cup. They were round and firm and fake looking but god did they look good.\n\nYelling on my headset brought my attention back to the screen. I swore as I saw I had been killed and the other team was even further in the lead. As I tried to respawn and recover Ramona reached over and stroked my thigh. I jumped distractedly and muttered at her.\n\n\"Come on? Pretty please!?\" Ramona purred doing her best to sound sultry and sexy. In truth she was ducking good at that. \"You can fuck any hole you want! You can play with my perfect fuck doll nody!\"\n\nThe last bit was tempting. I had been hot for Ramona since she started to develop. By the end of high school she was a busty curvy goddess every straight guy at school had lusted over. I'd tried to date her but she had shot me down. Then during college she had begun the transformation. \n\nIt started small and I hadn't really noticed. Well I had, but I didn't understand. It was little things at first. Growing out her hair, doing an increased exercise routine, the makeup. When she asked me to drive her to the first round of cosmetic surgery and lip fillers I had gotten the hint. \n\nAbout a decade ago Fuck Dolls had become an increasingly popular fetish among a small subset of society. Women, or sometimes men, would sculpt themselves into perfect fuckable daydreams and then take a chemical called FDXP-072 that would render them effectively paralyzed for up to two hours depending on dosage. Also known by the street name \"Dolly\" the drug was very hard to get legally. However, due to the rising demand for the exploitable but otherwise harmless drug the government decided to regulate it. Certified Fuck Dolls could be given a prescription for the drug but they had to pass some serious safety and training courses in addition to logging several supervised hours of use of Dolly. In order to get their training doses they needed to have a consenting training partner. \n\n\"I don't know Mona,\" I finally gave up on the match and looked at her. She was still playing with her perfect fuck doll tits and her dick sucking lips were pouting. Fuck I was hard. \"You wouldn't move or react... Or be able to tell me no.\"\n\n\"That's sorta the point\" Ramona raised an eyebrow at me and pulled her nipple surprising me with how much it stretched. Her eyes followed my stare and she smiled. \"I could go out and find some random guy. But... I trust you. Who would have thought you'd turn me down after I made myself this slutty and hot.\"\n\nRamona was right. She'd undergone a lot of work to look like a perfect Fuck Doll. Certainly the hottest woman I knew and the one who occupied my thoughts at night. But I'd already thought that about her before roo. Honestly, as much as I was worried about how weird it would be to have sex with someone completely unresponsive I also worried how it would affect our friendship.\n.\n\"Please!\" Again she begged and this time her hand slid into my lap and squeezed my hard cock. \"You know you want to!\"\n\nEmphasizing her point by stroking my shaft she smiled coyly at me. I sighed and shook my head. Was I really going to do this? Fuck.\n\n\"Okay you win,\" Defeated I finally agreed. \"What do I need to do.\"\n\nA handful of online forms and a quick review by her training instructor later and Ramona and I were headed to the pharmacy to pick up her prescription. When we walked in I felt like all eyes were on me. Of course most looked at Ramona first but once they took in her appearance many looked at me next. A mixture of jealousy, embarrassment or revulsion showed in their eyes. Not everyone approved of the Fuck Doll fetish.\n\n\"Okay, down the hatch!\" Ramona's excitement was palpable as she popped the little pink pill in her mouth and let it dissolve.\n\n\"Wait aren't we going to...\" I tried to stop her, we hadn't made any plans or spoken about rules. Of course thankfully Dolly wasn't too fast acting. \"Okay, I guess we are doing this.\"\n\n\"Of course we are! I've been trying to get you to agree for a week!\" Squirming Ramona grinned. \"I can't wait to try this!\"\n\n\"How much did you take?\" I said knowing the time varies by dose. \"Hopefully a little bit to try it before we...\"\n\n\"Nope!\" Ramona excitedly cut me off. \"Full hour, and you better do whatever you want. I want the full experience \"\n\nI cringed, thankfully keeping that reaction entirely internal and then nodded. I looked at her and frowned. \"Feeling anything?\"\n\n\"A bit,\" Ramona responded her voice sounding slightly slow and slurred. \"I'm going to go in my bedroom, come in after another fifteen minutes.\"\n\nI nodded and watched he go a bit worried as she moved awkwardly. It would have been better if she'd already been in her room I think. I almost followed her worried she might fall. However she got in her room and shut the door behind her. Glancing at my watch I wondered what the hell I was even doing.\n\n\"Ramona? You, uh, ready?\" Awkwardly I opened the door when there was no answer. \n\nRamona was on her back on the bed. Her legs were spread, knees bent. Her arms were to the side elbows bent hands pointed up towards her head. I could have flipped her over and she easily would have rested on her hands and knees. It was a very classic Fuck Doll position. Her mouth was even open, puffy overfilled lips forming an \"O\" that immediately gave me dirty thoughts. At first I wondered if she was dead but I saw a single long slow blink and the incredibly shallow rise and fall of her breatss as she breathed\n\nWhile she was waiting Ramona had changed her outfit, or maybe it had been on beneath her clothes because all she wore was a bra and her panties. Of course saying she wore both of those was an exaggeration. The panties were crotchless and gave easy access to a neatly trimmed pink slit and her erect clit. The bra was a quarter cup bra that didn't even cover her pierced nipples. Instead it just helped to keep them together and on display. And what a fucking display. She had already flashed me but I openly stared now. Her huge tits were so big and firm looking I couldn't believe it. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming. But I didn't..." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[OT] why's this place dead?" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Heh, \"hard\".\n\nBut no, for me there are a few problems.\n\nA lot of the prompts are uninteresting repeats of \"hypnotism\", \"when X masturbates Y can feel it\" and \"X has just possessed/swapped bodies with Y\"; also a lot of \"write my kink, please, with this super specific character that totally isn't an insert of me or anyone I know. :3\"\n\nAside from anything else, the effort-to-karma ratio is atrocious, probably because people come here looking for specific stuff, so when a story doesn't immediately appeal to their kinks they don't even read it, much less upvote.\n\nLastly, the rules governing [PI] submissions help discourage prompt replies, because while it's hard enough to get upvotes on a story to begin with, when it's buried in the comment section of some other (cookie cutter) post? Not gonna happen." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A loving husband and wife have tender, passionate sex, narrated by an angry neckbeard" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "So, having just written a whole 5k word thing, I'm going to make this a quicky down-in-one, but this is a genuinely interesting and worthwhile prompt.\n\nCW: Neckbeardisms.\n\n----\n\nThe meeting hall fell into a reverent hush as I stepped up to the lectern (come on, people, the podium is what you stand on, the lectern is what you stand behind. Don't _embarrass_ yourselves.) preparing to share my wisdom with the crowd.\n\n\"As I was out last night\", I began, to a cheer from the crowd, \"now, now, quiet please.\"\n\n\"As I was out last night\", I tried again, \"I spotted the most disgusting thing through a window.\"\n\nA gasp rose from the crowd at the truth of my words.\n\n\"As I patrolled the streets as neighbourhood watch with my trusty katana in hand, ready to strike down any evildoers, I spotted them through a window, the shades drawn.\" I pressed on, the crowd hanging on my every word, except for the weak whores who had attached themselves to the various betas and omegas plaguing our neighbourhood. \"Having _sex_.\"\n\nAnother gasp rose from the crowd.\n\n\"And\", I could barely contain myself now, and allowed myself a little laugh, \"do you know what this cuck was doing?\"\n\n\"This 'Mister' Johnson of 345?\" I continued. \"This pussy whipped cuck had his wife riding him, like some kind of faggot.\"\n\nAgain the crowd gasped, as well they might.\n\n\"I think it's important to expose this manner of _degenerate_ in our midst, as well you know.\" I pontificated.\n\n\"'Mister' Johnson\", I said, pointing him out in the crowd, \"_j'accuse_!\"\n\nThe rest of the night is hazy, but apparently some beta cuck called the cops and had me thrown out. Hah. Pathetic.\n\n----\n\n_Let's Rashomon all up ins._\n\n----\n\nHank from down the road looked a little drunk as he stumbled up to the podium. I can't abide a drunk man with a sword, but thankfully he left it at home for the occasion, by the looks of it.\n\n\"As I was out last night…\" he attempted, interrupted by a full-body burp.\n\n\"As I was out last night, I spotted \\*hic\\* the most disgusting thing through a window.\" he tried again, getting it moderately right, the HOA at large frowning, hemming and hawing.\n\n\"As I patrolled \\*hic\\* the streets as\", he began, then garbled most of the rest. All I could really pick out was \"katana\" and \"evildoers\", which sounds about right coming from this jackass. No-one else around me seemed more impressed.\n\n\"And, hehehehehe\" he guttered, laughing at his own fucking jokes, \"do you know what this cuck was doing?\"\n\n'Cuck' he managed to say clearly at least, good on him.\n\n\"This _mister_ Johnson of three \\*burp\\* four \\*hic\\* five?\" he pressed on, having my attention now, for being a creepy peeper if nothing else. \"This pussy whipped cuck had his wife reading \\*hic\\* him, like some kind of\"… well, I'll omit the particulars of what he said at this point. I have gay friends, they hate the word. But I'll let you guess.\n\n\"I think it's impor \\*hic\\* tant to expose this manner of _degenerate_ in our midst!\" he shouted, before pointing to me.\n\n\"_Mister_ Johnson!\" he shouted. \"JACKETS!\"\n\nI think he meant to say _j'accuse_, but I expect he's only ever _read_ the word.\n\nIn any case, it was more or less at this point I called you guys.\n\n----\n\n\"Thank you for your report.\" Mattis told Mr. Johnson. \"We'll see what we can do.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Nerdy virgin delivery boy is mistaken for stripper when he arrives to the bachelorette party and the women play a game of how many times can he cum" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Last delivery of the night,” thought Jeremy. He had managed to get this pizza delivery job after they had a driver shortage. Knowing he never had plans for the weekend, and needing the extra cash for rent, he jumped at the opportunity.\n\nBeing a geeky fellow, he didn't much see eye to eye with the others in the college dorms. Which is why he needed rent money.\n\nHe checked the ticket again, making sure it was the right house. And it was, but now he needed a place to park. There were cars everywhere! To the side of the house was an alley, and thankfully it was clear.\n\nThe music could be heard outside. Parties. Never the scene he would be found at. He grabbed the stack of pizza and headed to the front door. Or was it the side door? They both looked like front porches. No matter.\n\nJanie was getting more drinks for the girls. Kyera was getting married, and they were having the best send-off they could muster. The doorbell rang. “I got it!” yelled Samantha. “Beat you there!” said Kyera as they raced to the door. The entertainment had arrived!\n\nThe girls reached the door in a tie. They quickly opened it, and dragged the guy inside. Kyera grabbed the boxes and set them aside. Samantha led him to the living room, where 3 other girls cheered out loud.\n\nJeremy said, “So, about payment…” Samantha cut him off. “We'll get to that in a minute. Why don't you show us something first.” “Yeah!” yelled one of the other girls.\n\nKyera came up behind him, running her hands along his shoulders, down his sides and soon around him to his chest. “Isn't this my party?” Kyera said with a smirk. She began to unbutton his shirt for him. The effects on Jeremy were obvious. Judging by the tent in his pants, he was more than ready to go. “Jen, come and help!” Samantha said. “Now we're talking!” Jen said as she made her way to Jeremy.\n\nHe hadn't moved a muscle. They were interested in him?? This was a first. He tried to say something, ask something, but no words came out. He was totally speechless. Was this a dream? Had he fallen asleep in the car?\n\nJen grabbed his pants, unbuttoning them, unzipping them, and pulling them down. Samantha had removed the last button, and was pulling his shirt down and off. The crowd of women started to holler and yell. The now-underwear tent twitched and grew some more, causing Jen to bite her lower lip.\n\nJanie came in carrying drinks. She had ordered the pizza for the party, and here he was, nearly naked. She wanted to say something, but she figured the guy would play along anyway. She sat the drinks on the coffee table and sat next to Staci and Heather.\n\n“I have an idea,” said Staci. “What if we all take turns on him and see how long he can last?” This got the agreement of the girls. Jeremy just stared, jaw on the floor.\n\nJen pulled on his waistband, freeing his now-hard cock. “Impressive,” said Samantha. Jen just smirked as she grabbed it at the base, and gave it a light stroke. “This one is bigger than my ex’s,” Jen said, and with that she took the head into her mouth. Jeremy let out a moan and closed his eyes.\n\nCheers filled the room. The other girls came in for a closer look. Jen bobbed her head up and down, working her hand around the base on each stroke. Jeremy looked down. His first “real” blowjob. He talked a girl in chess club into it in high school, but neither really knew enough on how to do it at the time.\n\nHeather piped up. “I'm up next!” Jen let his cock out with a *pop* and moved away. Heather took her place, grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. It jerked just a bit. She gave it one stroke, and the first stream of cum hit Heather right in the face. She quickly took it in her mouth to save the rest from getting on her outfit.\n\n“Maybe I should take this off. Don't want it to get stained,” said Heather. Jen and Staci agreed.\n\n“This guy must not get much action to cum so quickly. I wonder how much is left?” thought Kyera. “Well, let's find out!” said Staci as she removed her bra and panties. Soon all 6 of the girls were naked, and Staci had taken her place in front of Jeremy.\n\nJeremy soon learned that Staci had a different technique, one that involved her tongue much more than Jen had done. She was also slower with her mouth, but stroked more with her hand. Perhaps there wasn't just a “right” way to do this.\n\nThe telltale jerking started in Staci’s hand, and she pulled away, stroking faster with her hand. Jeremy started shooting a second load, but this time Staci had aimed it her chest and tits. “Quite a bit left, I'd say,” said Staci as she rubbed it around on her skin.\n\nJeremy sat down. Tired and spent after two quick loads, his legs were weak. He leaned back to stretch a bit. When he looked up, Samantha was straddling him, stroking his cock. “How should I make him cum for the third time?”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Home for fall break, your parents drag you to church on Sunday, only for you to find that the preacher's daughter has recently turned 18, has the body of a model, and is staring at you from across the aisle." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I looked to the other side of me to see if she was looking at someone else with those eyes. \"Goddamn – wait, no...\" I thought. Sheila giggled a little bit at my confusion. She'd grown up a lot since we were in Sunday school together. When we were kids, she was the youngest in the class and I thought back to how annoying she'd been, following me around and asking me dumb questions. But that was clearly before puberty hit. Had I even seen her since the last class in sixth grade? I wracked my brain for a split second, before getting distracted by her again.\n\n\n\nSheila had on a blue flowered sun dress and I could see her gold cross necklace peeking out from between the two firm mounds pushing out of the top. Reverend Washington thundered on from the pulpit and I had to wonder where on earth Sheila got her looks from. Maybe Mrs. Washington was something stunning back in the day, but never in my memory. Sheila's dress fell just above the knee where she sat, but I could just make out the edge of a tattoo against the brown skin of her thigh below the hem. She caught me stare and inched it up, showing a heart shaded with some design I couldn't make out. I made a note to get a closer look.\n\n\n\nThe congregation stood up to sign a hymn and I noticed my slacks feeling a little bit tight. Sheila noticed too and smirked. Her sundress had a tie in the back that only served to highlight how round her ass was. My voice cracked.\n\n\n\nAs the song was wrapping up, I edged out of the pew and made my way to the bathroom. No sooner had I closed the door than a soft knock came. Shit! I adjusted my cock and ran my fingers through my hair and opened the door. Sheila pushed me backwards and locked the door behind her.\n\n\n\n\"I see you're filled with some kind of holy spirit,\" she whispered in my ear as she pressed her body against mine. I put my hands behind me on the edge of the sink and moaned. She put one finger up to my lips and shh'ed me, while undoing my belt with her other hand.\n\n\n\n\nShe eased my cock out of my fly and stroked it. \"I guess it wasn't just me that grew up, was it? I had so much of a crush on you as a little girl, you know that? And now you're a college boy, coming back to make innocent girls' panties wet with those tight pants of yours.\" I don't know if I'd call them tight, but they fit well – I hadn't thought they'd be so provocative.\n\n\n\n\nI gasped again and reached around her for the tie on her dress. I felt a zipper and traced my finger up her spine to just under her braids. She arched her back as I touched her and shivered as I unzipped it. Her dress fell from her chest and I got a look at her stunning breasts. She had a thin bralette on, but it left nothing to the imagination. Her full brown nipples were visible under the coral fabric and hardening as I watched. I unhooked the back and tugged it off of her, freeing them to bounce in front of me.\n\n\n\n\"Sheila, these are gorgeous,\" I told her. She beamed at me and pushed them forward, her cleavage pressing up against my tie. I reached up to loosen it and she grabbed my wrist. \"Leave it on, college boy. You clean up nice.\"\n\n\n\n\nShe dropped to her knees and opened her mouth expectantly. I grabbed my rapidly hardening cock and in a moment of inspiration, laid it across her face. Now, it was her turn to gasp. It stretched from her forehead to her chin and she reached up to grab it and kiss the base. \"God this thing is huge. You ruining all those little college sluts with this, or saving it for the reverend's daughter?\" She pressed her tongue flat and licked from the base up to the tip, wetting the whole length. She took the tip in her mouth and began working her way down with her lips spread around my shaft. I groaned as I bumped the back of her throat, but she didn't stop there. She started working my length in and out, pushing the tip down her throat and letting saliva drip down her chin.\n\n\n\nShe felt me contract and pulled my cock out of her mouth, trails of spit attached to her lips. \"No, I need this in me,\" she gasped. I grabbed her arms and pulled her up, wiping the drool from her chin and roughly kissing her. I spun her around over the sink and pull up the back of her skirt. She had on a matching coral thong, disappearing between two smooth, dark globes. I heard the organ start outside and took the opportunity to spank her. Her ass jiggled tectonically under the force and I had to reach around and cover her mouth to contain her shriek.\n\n\n\n\nI pushed the thong aside to reveal her full lips. They were soaked with her excitement. I spread them with my fingers and was surprised to feel a metal ring right above her clit. I gave it a tug and she slipped two of my fingers into her mouth to stifle her moan. Spreading her wet lips, I guided my cock into her, feeling her melt against me as I worked my way in. While the hymn played, I began thrusting faster and faster until her legs began shaking. I grabbed a handful of her braids in my hand and pulled her head back, bringing her lips to mine. I felt a wave a moisture coat my shaft as her legs began to give out under her. I held her waist as I continued fucking her, as she rode her orgasm and I felt mine build. When I knew I was close, I let her fall to her knees whimpering and pressed my cock between her lips. She opened wide for me and I shoved my pulsing length back into her throat. She swallowed reflexively and I growled as she put me over the edge. Wave after wave coursed through me and my cum began leaking out the edges of her mouth despite her best efforts. I pulled my length out and a final spurt drew a line from her eyebrow to her lips.\n\n\n\n\n\"Fuck,\" she moaned when she had caught her breath. I glanced at my watch and saw the service was just ending. I zipped up my pants and refastened my belt. \"You're here all weekend, right?\" she asked as I checked my crotch in the mirror. \"I don't think that was enough of that dick just yet.\"\n\n\n\n\n\n" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "College virgin prays to a shooting star that he'll finally get laid the next day. What he didn't expect was waking up as his horny roommate's girlfriend." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "A sleepy, college Saturday morning. My head hurt from all the alcohol I drank last night. It took all the effort in the world to open my heavy eyelids.\n\nPainful light, disorientation. “Fuck, I’ll never drink that much again…” I lied to myself out loud. My voice sounded wrong in my ears. I must have gotten really fucked up. As my vision cleared I realized I must have been. It wasn’t the first time I had woken up in my roommate’s bed by accident. Alex didn’t usually mind, just setting up camp on the couch instead. Stretching, I moaned lightly and dragged myself from under my roommate’s covers.\n\n“Whoa…” My body. This wasn’t my body. I had two perky breasts with firm nipples topping each. My stomach had gone from a pale, pudgy beer gut to a slender, tan midriff. I wore a pair of tight pink boy shorts, that covered my groin, but there was clearly no room for a penis underneath. Dark brown hair fell into my face as I tried to get up.\n\n“I dreaming, I’m still drunk, the fuck is going on..?” I tried to make sense of the morning setting on the side of my roommate’s bed. Making matters even more confusing was my reflection in the mirror hanging above the dresser opposite me. I was looking at Alex’s girlfriend. Big brown eyes, pouty lips, high cheek bones. If she wasn’t so short, she’d easily be a model. I knew Olivia well since she stayed over with Alex so much; I even considered her a friend. It was so disconcerting looking out through her eyes.\n\nI heard the toilet flush from the bathroom, someone else was up. I scrambled to find something to wear as footsteps got closer. I wasn’t fast enough. Alex opened the door grinning, “Good to see you up babe.”\n\n“Alex, something’s not quite right…” I tried covering myself with my arms.\n\n“Look at how cute you are!” in a few quick strides she made it across the room, embraced me, and took my lower lip between hers. I put my hands up in protest, but quickly gave in. It felt fucking good! Alex’s lips sucked at mine, her tongue entered my mouth, her piercing presses against my own tongue, her hands played and tugged at my hair. I kissed her back. I don’t know if it was the right thing to do. No, it was definitely wrong. She thought I was her girlfriend. But it made me feel so good.\n\nPlayfully, she shoved me back onto the bed, straddled me, and, with her tongue hanging playfully out of her mouth, stripped off her black silk bathrobe exposing her naked body. I obviously knew about her tattooed sleeve on her right arm, but I never knew about the thorny vine running down her pale skin on the left of her stomach, all the way down to her inner thigh. Her pussy sported trimmed red hair matching the shoulder length hair atop her head. \n\nI never really thought about Alex sexually before. We were more than just roommates. Best friends since middle school. She helped me get my first kiss in high school from one of her straight friends. But seeing her through Olivia’s eyes brought the same feelings of attraction that Olivia must have felt for my roommate.\n\nI felt my shorts dampen as Alex leaned over me and started kissing again. She lowered her body on top of mine. I knew I should stop this, I wiggled my arms between us.\n\n“Feisty this morning, aren’t we?” Alex giggled.\n\n“No, it’s not that, Alex, we should st…” I felt a rush between my legs as her hand slipped under my shorts. My hips bucked up instinctively as she grazed my clit.\n\n“I *love* when you struggle, Olivia,” Alex said with a devious smile spreading across her freckled face. She grabbed one if my wrists with her free hand, pinned it above my head. She dipped down for a longer kiss. Her other hand continued massaging my new, needy pussy. Her ringed fingers, slick with my wetness, began finding their way inside me. My free hand reached up, grabbed the back of her neck, and pulled her closer. I felt Olivia’s whole body fill with lust for Alex. At that moment, I know there was no turning back.\n\nThe feeling of her fingers dipping inside of me was… different. Fantastic. There was a deep need growing in me to be filled. What an odd sensation. I grew to the point where I started thrusting my hips into Alex’s hand, she didn’t even have to do any work. To my dismay, she pulled her hand away and sat back up, still straddling me. I looked up at her, my eyes needy, not sure what I wanted from her though.\n\nAlex knew. She ripped my shorts off, giving me the first look at my new, cleanly shaven pussy. Swollen, red, and dripping for her. Alex picked up a large, rubber dildo from the nightstand. I watched it carefully, a little fearful, but mostly hungry for it.\n\nMy eyes closed as she kissed my neck, then my collarbone, then my chest. She spent some time on my nipples, and I ran my hand through her hair. Her other hand found my cunt with the toy. Alex pressed it firmly against me. She ran the length up and down my slit, stimulating my sensitive clit at the top.\n\n“Fuck me Alex,” the voice sounded like Olivia’s thin timbre, but the words were mine. On command, I felt the hard rubber enter me. Alex gave my right nipple a long suck and teased me with her teeth.\n\nI wanted more, I angled my hips to give her an easier time penetrating me. Being filled felt so fucking good. But I needed more. Alex was teasing me. Slow, shallow strokes. Every time she backed the dildo out, I let out a little dissatisfied moan. Every time she shoved it back in, she went just a tiny bit deeper.\n\n“I want…it…all, Alex.” I moan, eyes still clenched shut, her mouth still on my nipple. “Make me your little slut…” The words felt comfortable leaving my lips. Like they had been muttered by the same mouth countless times before.\n\nI felt Alex’s breath now at my ear, and in her sexy alto she whispered, “With pleasure.”\n\nUfff! My groin exploded in pleasure as the toy slowly filled me. I felt my face and chest redden as my heart raced. “Oh, fuck me more. Use my tight little cunt. I want to be your slut,” the words rolled out of my mouth effortlessly. I felt Alex’s pierced tongue enter my mouth again as she started rocking the dildo in and out of me.\n\n“Such a dirty mouth on you, my love,” Alex teased between kisses. I couldn’t get enough of her! I didn’t want each slow, passionate kiss to end. I kept following her lips each time she departed until she once again lowered herself, mouth wide, giving me another mouthful of her tongue. All the while she worked into a steady rhythm with the toy between my legs. It felt like a powder keg was getting ready to explode. Sweat poured off my body onto her sheets.\n\nAlex knew Olivia’s body well, it wasn’t long before she was able to make me cum. Wave after wave of pleasure washed up from between my legs. I clamped down on the thick, fake cock inside, unwilling to let it go. I felt a wish, or a need, that it was filling me with a load of hot cum.\n\nI laid on the bed, catching my breath and rubbing my sore sex for what felt like hours. When I finally opened my eyes, Alex was cleaning off the toy wearing her robe over her shoulders, but open.\n\n“How was that, dear?” She asked with a smirk.\n\n“Amazing…” I panted, then remembered I was in Olivia’s body, “The best you’ve ever fucked me.”\n\nAlex laughed, “We both know I’ve never fucked you before.”\n\nI was confused, she must have read it on my face.\n\n“You honestly think I could confuse someone else for my own girlfriend? Especially you?” she continued. My confusion mounted and I pulled the sheets over my body.\n\n“Do you remember our talk last night? No of course, you were too drunk. You wished upon a star that you could lose your virginity.” Alex finished cleaning her toy and sat next to me on the bed. “A stupid thing to do, it would never work. But you know I have that witchcraft book, and well…there was a little body swapping charm in there. Looks like it worked!” She laughed. Was I shocked or horrified, I couldn’t really tell. \n\nAlex continued, “I wanted to help you, but…” she twisted a handful of sheets looking down. “I just couldn’t bring myself to have sex with a guy. Nothing against you, you’re just not my type. But if you looked like someone I loved…” she trailed off, now seeing just how badly she had fucked up.\n\n“Alex, I appreciate it…” I knew her heart was in the right place, I knew she only wanted to help me. “I'm not mad, just… how do we change me back.”\n\n“Right, easy, easy,” Alex pulled herself together reaching for the book. “I was planing on doing this before Olivia even woke up and figured out what was going on…”\n\n“You don’t have to yet…” Both Alex and I jumped at the sound of my voice, behind Olivia’s shy cadence, from the doorway. In just the t-shirt and boxers my drunk ass must have fallen asleep in, she stood there in my body. “I kind of want to see how this thing works…” She stepped forward grabbing the bulge behind the boxers. Alex and I exchanged glances trying to figure out what the other thought of Olivia’s suggestion.\n\nI never imagined I would lose my virginity spending an entire Saturday fucking my lesbian roommate and her body-swapped girlfriend.\n" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A scientist has found a way to make rain into an aphrodisiac and now every time it rains everyone gets extremely horny, he's also increased the chanced that it will rain" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“A few years back, some doctor Houghton's name began to appear discreetly on tabloids and tin-foil hatter's pages, little by little hoarding the headlines and news feed all around the world, as his claims proved to be true.” Claimed the giant screen on the building across the street.\n\nThat kind of documentary was fading, as the subject was little by little beggining to be just another part of every day life.\n\n“Millions crowded the UN offices, as the number of incidents grew across the globe. No one knew where to find Dr. Houghton, and his whereabouts remain a mistery to this very day...”\n\nThe sound of thunder echoed muffled by the distance. Gabrielle's skin crawled, and she felt her nipples stiffening under her shirt.\n\nThe air felt charged with a tension that had nothing to do with the fresh air or the electricity lashing up in the dark clouds. The smell of the impending rain, Gabrielle and the rest of the people under the bus stop knew, hid something else, something not everyone liked, but had to get used to.\n\nThe alarms attached to the light posts began their cry, the traffic lights abruptly changing to all red. Moments after, the first drops tapped on top of the acrylic ceiling of the bus stop, dotting the highway and the sidewalk. \n\nGabrielle's nostrils flared, triggering the unavoidable reaction all through her body. She pulled out her phone from her purse, rushing to find the office's number before her mindo would be too overwhelmed to use it.\n\nAs the phone dialed, she eyed the man next to her. His breath was growing heavier, sweat starting to run across his temples, his erection rock hard beneath his pants, protruding shamelessly.\n\n“Hello? Spencer? Yes, it's Gabby...” She said, noticing the whining tone in her voice. “It started to rain down here... oh, you know? You're gonna tell mr. Davis? Oh Spencer, you're a life saver! Yeah, see you in a while!” \n\nShe threw the phone back in her purse at the same time she let it fall at her feet, her eyes already locked on the man's; he came closer, biting his lips, hastily undoing his pants.\n\n“Hi, I- uh... I'm sorry...” He said with a troubled expression, before lunging forward to kiss her lips, pinning her against the bust stop's side.\n\n“It's OK...” She gasped, smiling politely as she parted a second from him, her arms already around his neck.\n\nAt least he was decent looking, Gabrielle thought, remembering the manatee she got stuck with under the last storm; she lifted her skirt as he yanked open her shirt, pulling down her bra to suck on her nipples vigorously.\n\nShe peered over his shoulder: as expected, the rest of the people on the street were already engaged, half naked under the rain, desperate hands stroking, pulling and groping, eager hips thrusting...\n\nShe yanked down the man's underwear, his rock-hard penis springing up, red and swollen. Gabrielle wrapped a leg around his hips, which he held by under her thigh.\n\nHe pushed forward, eliciting an elated cry from her. He began to thrust hard, pressing her against the cold acrylic, making the whole bus stop shudder.\n\nGabrielle saw the girl standing from the bench an getting closer; she knew she probably wouldn't look so stunning with a clear mind, but at that moment she felt a rush of lust making her body tremble.\n\nShe eagerly welcomed the girl as she leaned to kiss her, the man still thrusting with all his might. They locked tongues in a desperate knot, before he joined in.\n\nGabrielle came, feeling her fluids crawling down her legs, his lover still pumping restlessly.\n\n“Can you do me?” The other girl asked yearningly.\n\n“Just a little longer!” He groaned. “Just a little...Ah!”\n\nHe pulled out right as the white, thick seed sprouted from his glans, staining Gabrielle's tights and skirt.\n\n“I'm sorry!” The man said as the other girl stood next to her, wrapping both her legs around the man's hips.\n\n“It's alright...” Gabrielle moaned, kissing them both. She looked past them, to the cars in the middle of the road, rocking softly as the passengers did what was proper; the transit officer was standing there, stroking his shaft ardently, and Gabrielle thought it would be great to be fucked under the fresh rain, on top of a car's hood.\n\n“No scientist has been able to find the active chemical now fused into the earth's atmosphere.” The screen kept talking. “Some even claim such a substance is no more, and that the reaction of people is caused by some sort of Pavlovian effect, affirmation no one has been able to test out. Whatever the answer is, the world has kept spinning, as humanity adapted to this new condition...”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Big sis reluctantly helps her little brother with his overwhelming sexual urges." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I’m not entirely proud of what I've just done. If you would have straight up asked me last week if I ever would have imagined it happening like it did, I would have scoffed at you, maybe even slapped you across the face for being so fucking lewd. But, we all find ourselves in situations that make us go, “how the hell did I get here?” every now and then. Like, That’s the only way I can really rationalize it. It just happened.\n\nI hated living at home after graduating college. I was going off to grad school in August on the other side of the country; I was ready to leave yesterday. I had nothing lined up to do this summer. All my friends had already moved out of our boring, little town. I spent most nights curled up on my bed in comfy sweats re-reading some of my favorite books.\n\nThat’s where my night began. My parents were out for the night, some kind of gala at my dad’s work. They did this every June. Dylan, my little brother was doing God only knows what next door. Actually, I wasn’t deaf; I knew *exactly* what he was doing. I think he thought he was being quiet, but the over-acting women moaning let me know he was doing what I imagined all teenage boys spent every free second doing. \n\nI wasn’t judging him. I knew he had a tough first year at college. His girlfriend broke up with him and he was pretty much the only one of his friends who hadn’t lost his virginity yet. I tried to tell him it was no big deal, it would happen eventually, but I could tell it made him feel like a bit of an outsider. Dylan and I had a pretty good relationship for brother and sister. I think I helped him through a lot of his first year away from home. He didn’t take the transition from living with mom and dad as well as I had. Poor thing was awfully homesick the first few months. We talked almost every other day for a long stretch. I was grateful for getting the chance to know him better, and I felt sympathy for his loneliness. But I admit I was getting frustrated listening to the muffled fake porn orgasms and rhythmic wet slapping sounds while trying to concentrate on Heathcliff bribing some sap to dig up Catherine's body. I mean, not sexually frustrated, well, maybe. It had been a while for me, but of my own choice, and I certainly wasn’t as perpetually horny as a nineteen year old guy. I just wanted some peace and quiet to read.\n\n“Dylan, can you *please* put your headphone in?!” I finally yelled at our shared wall. In a second the passionless wailing stopped and I heard only silence. I felt badly. I no doubt embarrassed my brother beyond belief. With a sigh, I put my book down and headed over to apologize.\n\n“Dylan,” I knocked opening the door a crack, obviously giving him time to make himself presentable, “I’m sorry, I yelled.”\n\n“It’s ok, Dawn,” his voice wavered. “You can come in. I’m dressed.” He added.\n\nHe was sitting on his bed, back against the headboard, laptop now closed, sitting next to him. I sat on the foot of the bed.\n\n“You wanna go out for pizza or something?” I asked with a smile hoping to brighten his mood.\n\n“Not really.” He responded dryly, “I’m not really hungry.”\n\n“OK… board game, or video games…” I tried.\n\n“I don’t really feel like it, sorry Dawn.”\n\n“It’s OK,” I was worried, he seemed really down, like when he first got to college. “What’s getting you down Dylan. You know your big sis is always here for you. What can I do?”\n\nHe was quiet for a long time, not really meeting my gaze. “Dawn,” he finally began to ask. “What’s it like to have sex?”\n\n“Geez, really easy questions for me tonight, huh?” I laughed, trying to lighten the atmosphere. When he didn’t even smirk I could tell he was serious. “First, its nothing like on there,” I nodded to his laptop. “Not if you do it how women like it anyway.”\n\n“I know that,” he shot at me shortly. “Sorry, but I mean more like what does it feel like.” He added. “I mean, it must feel different than when you do it alone, right.”\n\nI couldn’t help but laugh a little at his innocence. “Yes, of course. Having someone else work to please you, and you working to please them, it’s nothing like doing it yourself. With the right person it’s really special. Don’t get down bro, you’ll find the right girl. You’ll see for yourself.” I reached out to pat his calf comfortingly before I noticed the large bulge in his gym shorts. Was he really that big?\n\n“I just don’t want to finally get with a girl and not know what do to, or know what to expect.” He nervously fidgeted looking at his hands. “Can you…?” I’m glad he didn’t finish that question. I just pretend he wanted me to tell him more.\n\n“Being a virgin isn’t going to scare off a girl. You’ll find someone special and she’ll show you all the ropes. You remember the guy I dated sophomore year? He was a virgin, and he ended up being pretty great in bed in the end.” I tried consoling him.\n\n“I just want to know what it feels like to be touched by someone else, you know…” he still didn’t raise his eyes to meet mine.\n\n“Dylan,” I tried making my voice firm with him. “I really hope you’re not asking me what I think you are.”\n\nHe was silent.\n\n\"Listen,\" I continued, more comfortingly, \"I'm going downstairs to read, do what you need up here.\" I leaned over to give him what I wanted to be a platonic hug. Instead, he let out a little moan, squeezing me tight. It, well, it was such an odd sensation. I felt myself grow warm between my legs. The image of his bulge forced its way back into my mind. It could be because I wanted to help him, it could be because I felt badly for him, it could be because I was feeling selfish and a little horny myself. But whatever the reasoning was, I gently laid my palm on his lump and gave it a little squeeze. Why?\n\n\"There, now someone else has touched you,\" I smiled sitting back up, feeling surprisingly little guilt for intentionally grabbing my little brother's hard cock. \"Felt good?\"\n\nHe grabbed my wrist as I stood. \"That's not fair to tease me like that.\"\n\n\"What do you want me to do? Mom and dad to come home and find us together?\"\n\n\"You know they won't be home for hours,\" he challenged.\n\n\"I'm not going to fuck you Dylan. I know you're lonely, but God, that's fucked up to ask me.\" I tried to sound as disgusted as possible. It's not that I wanted to fuck him, but the size of his cock under my hand had shocked me. I was a little curious what it looked like, at least.\n\n\"Fuck, Dawn, I'm sorry,\" Dylan dropped his head into his shaking hands. \"I don't know what came over...\" his words cut off the instant my hand returned to his dick. Each finger slowly digging into the fabric of his shorts around it.\n\nI refused to look at him. I was sure that would push me out of the mood. Instead, I focused on the warm, hard member as my hand started to glide from base to tip and slowly back down again. \"How's this feel?\" I asked in a breathy voice. \"Is it good? Just say 'yes' or 'no.'\"\n\n\"Yes...\" his voice quivered above my head. I felt his hand start to run through my hair. As I sped up, his body responded to me. His hips thrust gently into my hand. His breathing accelerating. Mine must have been too, I didn't even notice, but I felt my cheeks get red.\n\n\"Is it ok if I bring it out?\"\n\n\"Yes\" he was pretty damn enthusiastic about it. To be honest, I was too. I was getting wet wondering what kind of monster Dylan had hiding down there. Quickly my fingers slipped under his shorts, and with one hand grabbing hold of him, my other dropped his shorts below his waist.\n\n\"Oh, wow,\" I couldn't help mutter under my breath. He was huge. Bigger than I'd ever had.\n\n\"Wow what?\" he asked, a little concerned.\n\n\"No, it's a good thing.\" I looked up at my little brother as I started stroking his shaft. \"You're going to make some special girl *very* happy.\"\n\n\"Really?\" He moaned and shuddered as I ran my thumb over his leaking tip. \"Can you?\"\n\nI looked down at his cock, seriously considering jumping on top of him and riding him now. \"No,\" I finally said, returning my look to his engorged cock. \"But I'll kiss it.\" I smirked landing a sloppy kiss on his tip as I kept stroking the base. His precum tasted so fucking good. I couldn't help but wrap my lips around him and lap up everything leaking out. It would be cruel not to finish him up now. \n\n\"Hold my hair back,\" I ordered, giving him a sideways glance and a dirty grin. How badly I wanted him to take some control and reach down my pants, but one new thing at a time. He did as was told, and I went down. My tongue licked his shaft the whole way down. My mouth hungered for him. When I licked my way back to his tip, I could tell he was shaking, almost ready this fast! Well, he was a virgin... \"I'm going to blow you. Let me know when you're going to cum, OK?\" And with eyes clenched shut, hungry for the taste of Dylan, my lips wrapped around him, and I plunged him into the back of my throat.\n\nHow fucking thick! I struggled, but it felt so fucking good. I had one hand working him at the base. I don't even think he noticed my other hand. I had slipped in under my sweatpants to play with myself. He just moaned and shook, clenching a fist full of my blonde hair tighter with each passing second.\n\n\"O fuck, Dawn...\" damn, I was just getting into it too. I craved him though. I forced my lips as far down him as I could and felt him throb and twitch inside my mouth. Then splash after splash shot, covering my tongue, filling me, sliding down my throat. Fuck he tasted so good.\n\nI gave him a quick smile, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and quickly left him laying on his bed with his dick out. I *did* shut his door out of courtesy. \n\nQuickly I retreated into my room. I was shaking. I'm still shaking. I can't believe how much I want to fuck him. My hand is still deep in my pants, imagining Dylan inside me instead of my own fingers. Is it really that wrong? I'm on the pill. Nothing will happen. What harm will it do? This will be a long fucking summer if we don't fuck, right? I should just go back to his room, right?" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "\"I'm sorry ladies your changing room is undergoing urgent repairs, you'll have to share with the boys this week.\" Announced the PE teacher." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"This is fucking ridiculous,\" one of the girls complained. \"Two weeks before graduation, really?\"\n\n\"There's no way this is OK,\" another chimed in, \"my father is going to the school board about this one.\"\n\nCharity just quietly changed in the corner, ignoring the boys' peeping eyes. \n\nAfter a particularly strenuous gym class, the girls got back to their locker room to find it flooded from a burst pipe. The two phys ed teachers hastily put up a makeshift divider in the the center of the boys' locker room for both groups to change. It was basically just some towels hanging from the light fixtures. Now they fruitlessly tried keeping the two groups from spying on each other from between the gaps. Like a game of whack-a-mole, Mr. Tess yanked some horny guys back from the barrier just for Ms. Collins to find a group of girls at the other end of the room trying to get a glimpse of their classmates dicks.\n\nCharity didn't care much. She was the most popular girl in their senior class. Prom queen, cheer captain, star softball pitcher. She could get any straight guy in school to fuck her if she wanted, but she had too much self respect to sleep around. She did, however, really enjoy teasing the boys with her body. Wavy blonde hair, smokey eyes, impressive bust, fit body, tight ass. She was essentially perfect.\n\nWhat did catch her attention was the voices coming from the other side of the divider:\n\n\"Aren't ya gonna look ya little virgin weirdo?\"\n\n\"This will probably be your only chance to see a real pussy, c'mon man.\"\n\n\"What's the problem, Zach, afraid of the sexy girls? Do you even like girls?\"\n\nCharity knew who they were humiliating. Zach was her lab partner last year. Super awkward, really nerdy, and very quiet, but always nice to everyone and incredibly intelligent. Her stomach twisted hearing him being berated like that. Flipping her long blonde hair back and unwrapping her towel, letting it fall to the floor, she formulated a plan. Grabbing two of her friends, she whispered to them. A wicked smile spread across one of their faces, the other looked shocked, \"Charity, that's absurd. It'll never work. You'll have like a minute tops.\"\n\nCharity flashed her award-winning smile, \"Try to give me two, I promise that's all I'll need.\" With that she sent her fellow cheerleaders around the corner, and down the hall. The second they started yelling, both phys ed teachers bolted to break up the pretend fight. Just as Charity had planned. Taking advantage of the absence of supervision, she slipped through a gap in the barrier into the boy's side.\n\n\"Whoop, Oh Shit, Damn Charity, Whoa,\" the boys yelled seeing the most desirable girl in the school pass into their side completely naked. She ignored them, and finding Zach near the lockers, made a beeline towards him. Charity stretched her hand out, landing on Zach's pale chest, and when his back was against the lockers, she bent her elbow and continued walking toward him until her body was against his. Zach's eyes grew wide as Charity slipped her tongue into his mouth. \n\nThey boy's, enjoying the show started cheering. Some of the girls from the other side peaked over, watching in shock.\n\nCharity felt Zach start to get hard under his towel and lead him over to a bench in the middle of the changing area. Yanking his covering from his waist, Charity fell to lay face up on the end of the bench with an absurdly playfully smile in contrast to Zach's face twisted in a mixture of confusion, horror, and lust. Charity heard the faux fight get louder, letting her know she had time still.\n\n\"Zach,\" she moaned his name with need making the shouting guys get quieter. \"Zach baby,\" She moaned again grabing his cock, leading it between her wide open legs, \"please fuck me.\" She begged teasing her wet pussy with his head as she squeezed and kneaded at her breasts. Zach froze, unsure what to do. Not wanting to wait too long, Charity wrapper her legs around his hips and pulled him in, forcing his erection inside of her.\n\nZach let out a loud moan. Charity followed with a greatly exaggerated squeal. The entire locker room of boys and girls was silent now, watching Zach bent over Charity. Her legs guiding him in and out of her. Her long hair cascading off the bench. Her breasts swaying with each thrust. She kept up the overly theatric moaning and heavy breathing.\n\nThe distraction her friends had started in the hall started to calm down. She needed to finish what she started before the teachers came back in.\n\n\"Fuck Zach, your monster cock is going to make me cum. You're so, so, fucking huge.\" She knew none of these assholes knew what an actual woman's orgasm looked like. Charity was confident she was fooling them. \"Oh you made me cum so fucking hard.\"\n\n\"God, Charity,\" Zach breathlessly whimpered, \"I'm gonna cum too.\"\n\nCharity released her legs on his hips, letting his cock slide out. \"Come on me, right here,\" she excitedly ordered Zach rubbing her tight stomach. \"Mark me as yours,\" she cooed, batting her eyelashes.\n\nIt took Zach only two strokes before he began spurting his load. The first shot was powerful enough to splash all the way up to Charity's chin. \"Yes! Fucking cum for me sexy.\" She squealed feeling rope after rope of cum land on her body. \"Cover me in your jizz, Zach baby.\" She loved seeing all the bulges beneath the boy's' towels as they watched in silence. She loved feeling all eyes on her and Zach, knowing how jealous they all were of him right now. She grabbed a handful of his cum from her stomach, lifted it to her mouth, and swallowed it with a smile.\n\nFootsteps echoed down the hall letting Charity know she had made him finish just in time. \"Zach, honey,\" she said loud enough for the whole congregation of boys to hear as she stood up, heading for the girls side, \"anytime you wanna fuck again this summer, just give me a call, OK?\" She winked at him over her shoulder and blew him a little kiss before disappearing between the towels just in time.\n\nCharity smiled, satisfied with herself, as she cleaned Zach's mess off her body listening to the boy's quietly congratulating zach.\n\n\"Dude, that was epic.\"\n\n\"Man, congrats!\"\n\n\"You are the fucking luckiest man alive.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A shy girl and her boyfriend have been cursed by a jealous witch- each orgasm brings them closer to a very hot and painfully horny member of the opposite sex." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "A scream woke me up, and I shot up in bed. My eyes drifted toward the bathroom. The door was closed. I stood up and walked over to the door and knocked. \"Julie? You okay in there?\" I asked. I cleared my throat, my voice sounding a little hoarse. \n\nI could hear her say something. Too low to make out. \"Babe?\" I asked. \n\n\"Something's wrong.\" she finally said. \n\n\"What is it?\" I asked. \n\n\"I... I look different.\" she said. \n\n\"I'm sure you look fine.\" I said, leaning against the door. I heard noises, her disagreeing. \"Look, open the door?\" She was silent for a moment, then I heard the door click open. When it did, I looked at her and had to bite down my reaction. She was right, she did look different.\n\nHer face was off, slightly. I couldn't pinpoint how, exactly. Just off. Her brown hair was a bit disheveled. Her body was also a bit off. Her boobs looked a bit smaller, her hips a bit thinner. I could feel my face twist a bit in confusion. As I was looking her over, her hands moved to cover her mouth. \n\n\"Oh God, you too.\" she said. \n\n\"Me too?\" I asked. \n\n\"You look different, too.\" she said. I looked over her and into the mirror, my eyes narrowing. After a moment, I had to nod. She was right, I did look a bit off. Again, I couldn't really pinpoint what was off, but it was something. I was still a bit shaggy looking, with black hair and a bit of stubble. I was still pretty fit. \n\n\"Oh God, what is this?\" Julie asked. \"Dan, what is this?\" \n\n\"I couldn't tell you...\" I said. \"Maybe we caught something.\" \n\n\"Caught something? Are you serious? We... this isn't normal!\" Julie said. She was breathing hard, on the verge of panic. I approached and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. \n\n\"Hey, hey, it's fine.\" \n\n\"What if it was that girl last night at the bar?\" Julie asked. My mind drifted back to the night before. The girl, Lin, had apparently taken a liking to me. She had been chatting with me nicely for a while, and had apparently overlooked Julie who had been too nervous to intervene. Well, nervous and trusting. Lin hadn't taken it well when I revealed that Julie was my girlfriend and had made some off threats. I was a little buzzed by that point, so I couldn't remember the exact wording. \n\n\"You think she did something to us?\" \n\n\"She said she would make us pay for you hurting her...\" \n\n\"She was just upset, and she was just a girl. We probably just got a bit sick or something, and your mind is connecting dots that aren't really there. We just need to relax, and we'll forget all of this in a couple of days.\" \n\nI could see the conflict on Julie's face, but after a moment she nodded. She kept her eyes downcast as she spoke. \"I... I need to get ready for class.\" \n\n\"Okay, I'll go start breakfast.\" \n\nShe nodded again and I left the bathroom.\n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\nI fell to the bed in exhaustion. It had been 3 days since our conversation in the bathroom, and there had been no more changes. Julie had started to relax with that, but she wasn't completely there. We still looked off. Luckily, she was relaxed enough to start getting intimate again. I hadn't wanted to bother her, to make things worse, but I had been super horny the last few days. \n\nLuckily, she had also been in the mood tonight. She stood and moved to the bathroom, and I heard scream. I stood up and paused as my legs felt a bit shaky. I moved to the bathroom and looked at her. \n\nShe was looking into the mirror, her eyes wide. There was no denying that she had changed again. Her hair was shorter, only to her shoulders rather than the middle of her back. Her face was a bit androgynous, her figure a bit less pronounced. I looked at myself again and saw that I had changed as well. My hair was a bit longer, now a little past my ears. My face had also softened, and I was missing my stubble. My muscle appeared to have drained away a bit. \n\nJulie was looking at me in the mirror now, and I could now see that she was only a few inches shorter than me. She had been 5'5\", and I had been 5'11\" We now looked to be about 4\" apart, and I didn't think that difference was because of only one of us. \n\n\"This... we're not just sick.\" Julie said. \n\nI nodded. \"I think you're right.\" I said. \n\n\"What do we do?\" Julie asked. \n\nI took a deep breath. \"I'll... try to find Lin, I guess. I have class late tomorrow, so...\" \n\nJulie nodded. \"Okay. Thank you...\" she said. \n\nI turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving her to wash up. \n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\nI slammed the door closed behind me. I could see Julie sit up, her face a bit flushed. \"Um, any luck?\" \n\n\"None.\" I said. \"I checked with everyone who was at the party that I knew how to find, and none of them knew her. Not even the host. She must have come with someone else...\" I rounded the couch and saw that Julie wasn't wearing anything. My eyes drifted to her smaller breasts and all around less curvy body. I raised an eyebrow. \"What are you up to?\" \n\n\"N-nothing, I just...\" She was blushing, and I could tell exactly what she had been doing. She sighed, her hands moving to her eyes. \"I've been so...\"\n\n\"Horny?\" I asked. \"Me too.\"\n\n\"Do you think it's Lin?\" Julie asked. \n\n\"If it is, then I think we need to have a chat.\" I said. \n\n\"Dan! Seriously!\" Julie said. \"I don't know what's happening and I'm scared.\" \n\nI sat on the couch and sighed. \"I know, this is fucked up. I'm scared to.\" \n\nJulie shifted and snuggled into me. The feeling of her body against mine caused a reaction, my dick hardening. I had been on a bit of a hair trigger since this whole thing started. Julie turned her head and kissed my neck. After a few seconds, she shifted until she was on my lap, and she leaned in to kiss me again. \n\nWhen she broke away, she instantly began to unbutton my pants. \"You're really in the mood, huh?\" she nodded, and in a matter of seconds she had my dick out and was stroking it. She was more bold now than she ever had been before. As she stroked, I was reminded that I was smaller now. My dick had already shrunk by about half, now only 2.5\". Julie didn't seem to care. Once I was hard, she pulled me into her and began to bounce up and down on me. She came after a few seconds, which was also unusual. I didn't last much longer. I came inside her, filling her with a meager amount of cum. Like the last few times, I was exhausted almost immediately. \n\nMy eyes drifted closed, even as Julie shifted to try and stroke me to hardness again. \n\n-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_\n\nI woke up and felt a pain in my neck immediately. I knew I had fallen asleep on the couch, and I could feel Julie on top of me. I opened my eyes and looked up. She was still asleep, and I could see that she had changed even more. She had become more androgynous, and had passed over the line toward masculine. She shifted and I felt her legs on either side of me, and something else pushing into my thigh. \n\nMy eyes widened, and I tapper her on the side of her face. \"Wake up.\" I said. My voice sounded off. More off. Julie rolled over and I was able to get up. As I stood, I found my pants were still undone. I tried doing them, but found them far more ill fitting than they had been before. I made my way to the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I gasped at what I saw. \n\nI, too, had been becoming more androgynous, and had apparently crossed the line last night. I definitely looked more feminine than anything else. My black hair now hung to my shoulders, and my brown eyes were larger. My lips were a bit fuller, and my nose a bit smaller. I reached for my chest and felt slight bumps there. Reaching further down, I confirmed my worst fear.\n\nMy dick was gone. Instead, I found what I would have expected on Julie. \"How many times did we...?\" I stopped as I heard my voice. Definitely girly. As I felt my vagina, I could feel it growing wet.\n\nI could hear noises from the other room. Julie waking up. A scream, masculine rather than what I expected. I turned and began to head out of the bathroom. We would need to talk.\n\n(To be continued)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A poor, innocent tentacle monster is taken advantage of by a horny adventurer girl." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Mr. Tentacle walked down the path from the harbor back to his home village. He was tired and his many appendages were dusty from the difficult trail, but he felt fulfilled. After all this time, it felt like he was making a name for himself as a successful merchant. There was this horrible stigma that people of his race were mere animals, raping every girl they could and turning them into mindless sex slaves. That was ridiculous! Mr. Tentacle’s father was the most dignified man he had ever known, showing that they could contribute more to society than simple savage rape.\n\nAs Mr. Tentacle was lost in thought about how he was proving society wrong, he bumped headlong into a fellow traveler. He shook his head in surprise, his tentacles all wriggling as he brought himself back into the moment. “Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t even see you there…” The merchant looked up to see a beautiful young elf woman rubbing her face. The woman was clad in leather armor and had a pair of rather sharp looking knives strapped to her waist, not even carrying anything else. In fact, her armor didn’t seem to even do much, only barely covering her privates and nothing else.\n\n“Are you alright miss? I d..didn’t mean to hurt you,” said Mr. Tentacle, meekly extending one of his appendages to offer any help he could give. The female adventurer looked angry for a second before opening her eyes and seeing what was in front of her. She didn’t say anything, just looked the slimy gentleman up and down before breaking into a sly grin. “Oh no!” She called out. “Help, someone help! This brute is going to have his way with me!” She kept smiling seductively all the way, inching closer to Mr. Tentacle all the while. “You going to rape me now? Like I hear happens to these girls all across the country?”\n\nThe slimy creature looked appalled at this suggestion. “N-nooo. Definitely not! Those are just lies and slander! I treat ladies with respect and...fuuuuuck.” Mr. Tentacle’s speech was cut short as the woman took one of his appendages into her mouth, forcing it down her throat as far as it would go with her hands. The shy creature didn’t even know how to respond, he simply stood there in shock and pleasure as he felt the sensation of his sensitive feeler being immersed in the hot, wet throat of a young girl.\n\nThe young rogue pulled the tentacle back out of her mouth with a gasp for air, smiling evilly even as her eyes teared from the assault her throat had just taken. “Hmm, what were you saying? You’re going to fuck my virgin pussy senseless until I can’t even walk? Poor little me…” Mr. Tentacle got his bearings back a bit and started to protest, “Look, I’m not comfortable with this miss. You’re an attractive young lady, but...holllly shit.” His words were once again cut short as the young woman pulled her leather shorts, or would you call it a thong… to the side and began to rub another one of his appendages onto her pretty little pussy lips. This new tentacle she had grabbed happened to be the equivalent of a mammal’s reproductive organ, and the whole thing was just as sensitive as one. He was suddenly lost for words as the pleasure overwhelmed him.\n\n“Oh please don’t...please don’t rape my little pussy you beast!” The roguish woman began to slide his member into her without further ado, eliciting a gasp from the unsuspecting creature and a moan from herself as well. Her tight little entrance struggled to fit the whole thing, yet she slid down onto it, inch by inch. “Imagine if people saw me now, getting defiled by a slimy creature like this…” Her face was one of pure ecstasy, and she began to thrust her hips onto Mr. Tentacle’s overly sensitive appendage, humping it like her life depended on it.\n\n“P-please stop miss….my kind can still get a young human like you pregnant with our seed,” this next sentence only served to make the young girl’s sopping wet pussy convulse in orgasm on his member. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she grinned stupidly, as though she liked the thought of being knocked up by a random creature. Mr. Tentacle realized how much trouble he was in now, but he wasn’t able to get away. This girl was surprisingly strong, and she had wrapped her legs around the rest of his body to prevent him from moving anywhere without throwing her onto the ground.\n\n“Go ahead, knock me up!” She screamed out. “Rape me until I get pregnant you monster!” the elf began to thrust with a frenzied pace, as if she only wanted one thing in life: a womb full of hot monster seed. She continued to hump until Mr. Tentacle couldn’t take anymore, and he began to spurt load after load of gooey liquid into the girl’s eager cunt. The girl spasmed a bit more in a second orgasm before going limp as she passed out from the pleasure. Nevertheless, the torrent continued into her womb for the better part of a minute before finally subsiding.\n\nMr. Tentacle gasped for breath as he recovered from the intense experience. He caught the girl as she almost slid off his member and dropped to the ground. As he pulled her off, one last spurt of semen rained onto her, covering her in his slimy white spunk. He was completely mortified. He had just been treated like a piece of meat by this random stranger; did this girl have no shame at all?\n\nHe set the woman down on the ground gently before his eyes widened at the sound of approaching footsteps. Two more young woman gasped as they saw the sight; a cum-covered elf girl laying unconscious at the feet of a terrifying tentacle monster. “Uhhh,” said Mr. Tentacle. “This isn’t what it looks like! I swear!”\n" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You had ordered a nerdy t-shirt online as a birthday present for your roomie. Except that due to an admin fuck up, she receives a set of racy lingerie and a vibrator instead." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "*\"Oooh! I think UPS just dropped your gift off! I'm so excited!\"* Heather's text buzzed through. That put a smile on my face on what was otherwise a terribly boring day at work. Heather and I had been living together a little over a year now. We had been introduced by friends of friends who knew we both needed a roommate issue solved badly. I was hesitant at first, moving in with a woman I didn't even know. I was shocked she was down to move in with a strange guy based only on the word of a distant friend. But neither of us could afford a month of rent alone in this city, so we gave it a shot. I was glad we did. She quickly became one of my closest friends.\n\nToday was Heather's birthday, and I had just happened to find a graphic tee I knew she would freak out over. Some guy named Dr. Who or something like that with a blue phone booth. I've got to admit, I didn't share her affinity for the show, but I knew she would appreciate it. *\"Awesome! You're going to love it\"* I sent her back.\n\n*\"You know I hate waiting, can I open it now!?\"*\n\nI laughed, picturing her like a kid at Christmas shaking presents under the tree, trying to guess what's inside. *\"Go for it! Happy Birthday!\"* \n\nIt was a long time before she finally texted back. I started wondering how much packaging UPS had used or what was taking her so long. *\"I wasn't expecting this\"* was all she finally sent back.\n\nI was a little disappointed. I expected a much more emphatic reaction. Hmmm. *\"thought you would really get a kick out of it.*\" send.\n\n*\"I do like it. dont misunderstand. It's just... not expected\"* I puzzled hard on what she was trying to say. Before I could figure out how to respond she texted me again *\"Do you want to see me wearing it?\"*\n\n*\"absolutely!\"* I sent back.\n\n*\"OK give me a sec...\"*\n\nSomething felt wrong. This was a girl who spoke fluently in emoji. I'd never seen her texts so dry. Her \"one sec\" turned into ten minutes without a response before my phone buzzed again. But it wasn't her text. It was an email:\n\n>sub: Shipping Error, Sorry\n\n>Valued Customer,\n\n>We regret to inform you that your order #A532EP68WSX1865 was shipped incorrectly. We will ship your correct order to arrive by tomorrow and refund your payment in full. You may keep the package that was inadvertently sent to your address today. Please accept our deepest apology and we hope you will return to UPS for your future shipping needs.\n\n>Customer Service\n\nWhat the hell did they send to Heather instead?! At that moment a message with a photo attached came through. From Heather. *\"I wasn't really sure how to put this on. I hope you like it.\"* I almost dropped my phone scrolling down. My roommate was standing in our hallway in front of the full length mirror wearing a set of tiny black lingerie. Despite living together, I'd never really noticed Heather had such a hot body. She usually lived in baggy t's and sweatpants when she wasn't dressed for work. I had no idea she had such perky tits, toned abs, and wide hips this whole time. I felt myself flush as I studied her picture.\n\nThe lacy bra held her breasts tight giving her impressive cleavage. Her panties’ lace was just as ornate, and they barely rose to her hips before dipping lower in the middle and disappearing between the little gap in her thighs.\n\nI should tell her. I need to tell her. I began message after message, erasing it each time. Going back to the photo she sent. Following the lines of her body up and down. Sexy as hell. During my fifth or sixth go at an explanation she sent another picture. The first she had sent, she had just been standing strait up in the middle of the hall looking a little sheepish in such an out of character outfit. This next one, she was leaning against the wall with her hips askew, her free hand's thumb tucked under her bra strap, and a little smirk in the corner of her mouth. *\"Is this sexy enough for ya :P\"*\n\nBlood wasn't only rushing to my cheeks now, but down to my waist. My God was she hot. I couldn't tell her it was a mistake now. It would embarrass the hell out of my shy roommate. I reasoned with myself. If she thought it came from me, and wanted to show it to me, then there was no harm in this going on. Right? Any damage was done already. The image to her body posing against the wall was already burned into my mind. It couldn't be erased. Thinking with my cock I sent back *\"You are such a fucking babe\"*\n\nShe sent me three more photos after that. One with her hand on her collarbone and head thrown back. Another grabbing at her breasts in the lacy cups. The last with her palm flat on her stomach, her fingers slipping under her panties.\n\n*\"Show me more, you're getting me so hard*\" It wasn't a lie. I felt myself grow in my slacks. I squeezed my cock a little as I scrolled back through her last few photos. Fuck. It felt so damn good.\n\n*\"I'm having so much damn fun!\"* Heather replied with a picture of her sticking her tongue out in a silly smile. Had I really lived with her this long without realizing how fucking cute she was!\n\n*\"You have no idea! You look fucking amazing right now! I'm fucking horny as hell for you.\"* It had been a while since I'd had a woman who was into sexting with me. What the hell, why not continue.\n\n*\"Me too :P\"* she sent back with a close up shot of two fingers slick with what I could only assume was from her pussy. *\"I wish you were here to fuck me.\"*\n\n*\"I would love nothing else than to have my fucking way with you\"* I imagined pinning her to her bed in that lingerie, ripping it from her body, and slipping inside.\n\n*\"Is that why you got me this as well???\"* My heart raced as I opened the next photo with her holding a purple, rubber vibrator between her legs. *\"Im gonna fuck myself with this and send you a video\"*\n\nMy head was reeling. My bulge grew three sizes. I needed to get to the bathroom. Tucking myself into my waistband, I snuck down the corridor careful my coworkers wouldn't see my growing predicament as I imagined Heather in that sexy underwear with that vibrating dildo.\n\nChoosing the empty stall at the end of the empty restroom, I was careful to remember to lock the door. I dropped my pants around my ankles and started stroking myself to the pictures she sent earlier.\n\nHer video came through without any text. It didn't need it. It spoke for itself just fine. She was laying on *my bed!* Legs spread wide and a tight shot of the lacy panties. Her fingers dipped underneath and pulled the fabric aside giving the camera a full view of her swollen, red lips. Slick pink between.\n\nThe dildo slipped inside easily. I couldn't believe how fucking hard this was making me. I felt like I was already going to burst. But I wanted, no really, I needed to see the whole thing before then. The recording of her moans echoed in the stall. I hoped no one could hear outside, but fuck, I loved the sound of her moaning, throwing my name in the mix. I started stroking again as she got faster. I watched her hips roll up and down, her stomach fill with quick gasps of air. She started leaking down her thigh and onto my bed. It drove me even more crazy for her. Her other hand landed on the top of her pussy and began teasing her clit in circles.\n\nFaster and faster she bucked her hips into the the vibrator fucking her until every muscle in her core clenched tight. Her hand stopped teasing her sex and just quivered hovering above her body.\n\n*\"Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I've ever seen\"* I sent back before taking the time to even clean myself up.\n\n*\"Glad you liked it! :PPP That was bold as hell sending me this get-up.\"* Oh, right, she still thought I sent her the lingerie and vibe on purpose. I'll roll with it. It seems to be working for me.\n\n*\"Damn, I wish I didn't have a meeting this afternoon.\"*\n\n*\"So blow it off and I'll blow you\"*\n\nFuck it, fine. *\"I wanna find you like that on my bed when I get there*\"\n\n*\"Hurry home sexy...\"*\n\nNever before had I made it home from the office that quickly." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "To prevent virgin shaming, all students have to attend a mandatory class at 18 where they wil have sex with a classmate." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Are you nervous?\"\n\n-\"I don't think there's a single person in this room that isn't nervous...\" \n\nThe boys and girls of the town's highschool had it's \"coming of age class\" today. Many of the students were looking out for this day. Including Amy and Sam who were whispering underneath the teacher's lecture.\n\n\"So, who are you rooting for?\"\n\nSam took a few seconds to think before replying.\n\n\"Well, obviously David. I mean, who isn't?\"\n\nThe girls both turned their head to look at the class' most popular boy.\n\n\"But I guess anyone is fine, as long as it isn't Rob or something.\"\n\nAmy couldn't hold back her giggle as she heard her friend.\n\n\"Girls!\" The teacher interupted their laughter with a stern voice.\n\n\"As I was saying, I will now randomize our matches, and we can get this thing going.\"\n\nThe teacher pressed a button on his computer and a list appeared on the projected screen. Many voices were suddenly heard in the class, some cheering and some less so.\n\nSam had a hard time finding her name, she found David's name first and saw that he got paired with Amy. Before continuing looking for her own name she turned towards her friend and grabbed her by the shoulder.\n\n\"Oh my god, Amy!\"\n\n-\"I know, oh what do I do? Who's yours?\"\n\nThey both turned towards the screen again until Amy called a name.\n\n\"It's Mike!\"\n\nMike was David's best friend. The duo that turned every girl's head when they walked past.\n\n\"I don't know if I can do this. What if he doesn't like me?\"\n\nAmy seemed calm however.\n\n\"Well, look at him, he's checking you out.\"\n\nSam's eyes raced to meet Mike's, he answered with a smile.\n\n\"Okay, grab your partner and go to the designated room, check the list which one's yours!\" The teacher raced to the door to get there in front of the horde of horny students.\n\n\"Well, tell me all about it after!\" Amy readjusted her hair as she walked towards the door.\n\nMike walked up towards Sam and sat on her desk.\n\n\"Well, we got this classroom.\"\n\nTrying to hide her shame Sam answered.\n\n\"L-lucky us.\"\n\nShe instantly regretted saying anything at all. Her head looked down as she tried her best to keep her cool.\n\nMike's hand met her face. He pulled her chin up as he moved closer. Their lips met and Sam's eyes fell shut. After what felt like an eternity she opened them again to see the room behind Mike to be empty.\n\n\"Let's not waste any more words.\" Sam said as she stood up.\nShe motioned mike to stand up as well as stepped towards him. Her hands met his crotch and she could already tell he was worked up. She gave him her most seductive look and started fiddling with his belt.\n\nThey kissed again while she explored the bulge inside his pants. Mike had answered this action by grabbing a hold of her waist. Moving his hands up and down her back, her butt and her legs.\n\n\"Is this for me?\" Sam's smile turned playfull as she strengthened her grip. Mike could only answer with a grunt when she reached inside his underwear. His dick jumped out like a beast bursting from a cage.\n\n\"My god...\" Sam's gaze was only focused on one thing. She stroked the cock while her other hand joined to cup his balls. Her hand switched back and forth between a loose, teasing, grip to a firm, direct, one. Her thumb slid over the head every now and then which made Mike's body twitch over the sensation.\n\nSam dropped her skirt down and undid her shirt's buttons. Mike helped her undress before the topless teenager started slowly bending her knees. She wasted no minute and took his cock into her mouth. Licking every drop of precum of the head while stroking the shaft. She wrapped her tongue around his cock one last time before taking of her panties and sliding them down.\n\nShe raised with the same pace as when she went down. Now fully naked, she stepped out of the panties around her ankles. She took a step back and let her hair fall loose. She closed her eyes as she opened her arms a bit, presenting herself completely.\n\n\"Now... Fuck me.\"\n\nMere seconds later her eyes opened when Mike pushed her towards the desk behind her. She fell on the desk and opened her legs to wrap them around Mike's waist.\n\nHe grabbed her hips and with a slow long thrust he slid inside of her.\n\n\"Oohh... yessss.\" Sam pulled Mike closer to her. She pulled his head on her shoulder and put her arms around him as he found a suitable rythm.\n\n\"You... are...so...fucking.......tight!\" Mike tried his best to speak in between his thrusts. \n\n\"Maybe... ahh... m-maybe you're just big...\" Sam's words only boosted his morale as he sped up.\n\n\"Oh god YES!\"\n\nSam let go of Mike's body and let her arms fall above her to grab the desk, the sheer force of his thrusts made her look for stabilty.\n\n\"Don't stop! I'm gonna cum!\"\n\nHearing her say that only pushed Mike towards his own goal. His breath became heavier and Sam's moans turned into loud shameless screams of joy.\n\n\"Oh yes! yesss!! YES!\" Sam felt every muscle in her body tense up before relaxing again. But Mike was still going.\n\n\"Cum for me Mike, cover me with your seed!\"\n\nMike let down a loud grunt as he slowed down his thrust. Sam felt him shooting inside of her before he pulled out and bombarded her with multiple long strings of his cum. Some even reaching up to her tits and even her face.\n\nShe opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue in the hopes of catching a taste. The last shot of Mike's explosion furfilled her desire as it fell from her chin to her closed eyes. covering her tongue.\n\nThere she was, panting in ecstasy while his juice flowed out of her. She licked her lips and swallowed.\n\nSam wiped her face and licked her fingers clean. Both exhausted they started laughing at eachother.\n\n\"Oh wow... haha. What just happened?!\"\n\n\"Something worth repeating...\" Mike pulled Sam upright and went for a final kiss.\n\nThe day continued as normal not long after. Apart from the occasional interuption the students caused while sharing their experiences to eachother in class. And now that Sam had Mike's number, their next date wouldn't be too far into the future." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "shy lab intern agrees to take part in trial of a new inhibition lowering drug, unfortunately her inhibitions are removed entirely leaving her prone to act on any whim or urge she may feel." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "#TEST 37\n\nI tap my pen against the clipboard and watch Victoria as her pupils dilate. I check the stop watch. \n\n>32s\n\n\"Do you feel any different,\" I ask.\n\nShe pushes her thin rim, black glasses back up her nose and brushes her brown hair out of her eyes, \"I'm warm.\" Victoria squints.\n\n>1m21s\n\nI see a bead of sweat form at the edge of her eye, \"Now?\" I ask. \n\nShe removes her lab coat and drapes it over her chair. I never noticed before, but she has very muscular runners legs. No high heels under her skirt, just sneakers. She's what the study would describe as petite. I check that box on the form.\n\n\"I'm feeling... light headed. It might be working,\" she says. Unbuttoning her shirt once.\n\n>2m48s\n\nShe sits down in the chair, and leans back. I can see her cleavage heave as she takes a heavy breath. She unbuttons her shirt all the way, exposing her supple bosom to the cooler lab air. Sweat glistens on her chest. \"I'm hot.\"\n\n\"Yes, yes you are,\" I mutter.\n\n>3m18s\n\nI lean in and check her pupils again. They're twitching, but reduced in size. I place a stethoscope against her chest, her heart it racing. She leans into me.\n\nIn my ear she whispers seductively, \"It's working.\"\n\n>3m44s\n\nI feel her fingers dart up my pant leg and tug on my belt, \"Funtime, daddy?\" Victoria asks. She's far from kin, but certainly my junior. *Interesting,* I observe to no one.\n\n\"How do you feel now?\" \n\nShe rolls her head lazily to the side and looks up at me sideways, \"Horny. I want to play. Bad.\"\n\n>4m8s\n\nVictoria has insisted I call her Vicky. Something she never wanted before. She's playing with my zipper and eying me like a $40 porterhouse steak. \"I'll ask you to resist any urges.\"\n\nShe smiles and nods, compliant. \n\n>5m\n\nShe scrunches her eyes tight and groans softly. Her fingers tremble as she squirms in her seat, now topless, her perky breasts are exposed with nipples hard as eraser tips. \"I can't,\" she mumbles. She stands and removes her remaining clothes, wriggling out of them. \n\nNow completely nude, she drops to her knees in front of me, and looks up with doe eyes, \"Now?\"\n\nI shake my head, \"Resist.\"\n\n>6m11s \n\nVicky convulses in pleasurable agony. \"Please,\" she begs. \n\nI look at my stopwatch one final time.\n\n>6m36s\n\n\"Go,\" I permit.\n\nWith fingers shaking she unzips my pants and unbuckles my belt, dropping my own garments to the floor. Blood long rushed down to engorge my member. \n\nHer fingers wrap around the shaft before she takes me in her mouth, sucking both tenderly and vigorously. She works my meat with masterful grace, teasing out the essence of life in a matter of minutes. Swallowing it greedily. \n\n>10m12s\n\nI scribble some notes on my notepad, \"Rest. We'll reconvene in an hour for Test #38.\"\n" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Your sister/friend asked you to give her and her friends a lift home from a night out. Things get wild in the back seat quite quickly." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I sighed as I pulled up the curb, not bothering to put the car into park. Three girls dressed in tight dresses and heels shrieked just outside and climbed in. \n\n“Thank you *so* much for picking us up, Tyler!” my sister Emily said as she scooted across the backseat of my car. \n\n“Yes we *really* appreciate it! Uber surge pricing is out of control right now!” Jessica said as she followed, settling in the middle. \n\n“Plus your sis drank so much that she’d sleep with just about *anybody* right now!” Belle said as she took the seat just behind me, then closed the door behind her. \n\n“Shut up! No I wouldn’t!” Emily said as she reached across Jessica and tried to slap her friend. \n\n“Hey!” Jessica said, arms out in an attempt to stop them, “save the horsing around for when we get home! You two can fuck each other then.”\n\n“What?” I asked incredulously. Did she imply that my sister and her roommates have sex with each other?\n\n“Nothing,” Emily said with a dismissive wave, “let’s get going already!”\n\nI set the car to drive and not even a second later, Emily was already acting up. \n\n“Ugh,” she groaned as she stretched, pushing her friends to the side in the cramped back seat, “I wanted to go home with that hot Italian guy. It’s just not fair.”\n\n“Not fair what? That he was gay?” Belle said, arching an eyebrow at my sister, “you just wanted him for his huge dong. Don’t lie, we all saw that salami through his pants. Size queen Emily strike out again!” \n\n“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. I knew my sweet, blonde haired sister was a bit of a party girl, but I wasn’t expecting this kind of revelation in what was supposed to be a normal ride home. \n \n“You learning something new about your beloved sis, Tyler?” Jessica said with a raised eyebrow. I always thought she was the most pretty one; raven black hair, pale skin, almond-shaped eyes, and a killer slim body. Though it was hard to pay attention to her face when her legs were spread sitting the way she was. Jessica likes g-strings, it seemed.\n\n“Yeah,” I said, “wasn’t half expecting you guys to be passed out by now. Instead I got a bunch of chatty girls cramped in the backseat of my car.” I eyed them in my rear view mirror. “You know I’m not a taxi, right? One of you could have sat up here.”\n\n“And miss out on the fun?” Jessica said slyly. I furrowed my eyebrows at her. What was so fun about-\n\nThen I saw it. It was dark so it wasn’t easy to notice, but each of Jessica’s hands were in her friends laps. I turned down the radio and I heard it. The unmistakable sound of wet pussy being fingered. \n\n“Oh my god, are you-“\n\n“What?” She asked, “how else am I supposed to stop these two from going at it? I’m doing you a favor, Ty. You ever try to get girl-juice out of upholstery?” \n\n“You should’ve sprung for leather seats,” Belle said, “and I should’ve sprung for a roommate with longer fingers, fuck! Stop teasing me and get in there, Jess!” The brunette with a pixie cut slunk forward and I felt her legs against my seat. One of her knees hooked around and nearly kicked me as she spread legs as much as the backseat would allow. \n\n“What the fuck?!” I said, nearly swerving off the road. I was nearly speechless. What I wouldn’t give for a better view. \n\n“Speak for yourself,” Emily said with a moan, “Jess is all about the clit play. That’s where it feels best!” \n\n“Christ, Emily!” I said. \n\n“What?” Belle said, “don’t want to hear how your sister likes being fingered? Or would you rather hear about how she can take huge cocks in her puss and ass-“\n\nA car honked as I drifted into oncoming traffic, then swerved back. \n\n“Fuck, Tyler!” Emily screamed, “you trying to get us killed?!”\n\n“Are you?!” I fired back. I looked back at the mirror and saw that’s Jess was knuckle deep inside her pink slit. \n\n*We’re all going to die.*\n\n“I’m coming up there,” Jessica said.\n\n“Wait really?” Belle said, her voice breathy.\n\n“Tyler is right,” Jessica said, pausing to pop her fingers from each hand into her mouth, licking the other girls’ nectar off of them, “this isn’t an Uber. Plus I don’t want to die with my fingers inside you girls. I want to do it with a cock inside me.”\n\n*We are definitely going to die.*\n\nPutting her hands on the shoulders of the two front seats for leverage, Jessica hoisted herself forward so her front half was over the center console. In the position she was in, she didn’t notice it but Emily and Belle shared a look. A second later the two girls exploded into action. \n\n“What the fuck?!” Jessica said, struggling and squirming right next to me. \n\n“Hey I’m still trying got drive here!” I said, “what is going on?!”\n\n“Oh fuck, oh fuck!” Jessica said, her face twisted in struggle, “they’re… they’re…”\n\n“You’re not going anywhere, bitch!” Belle said.\n\nI craned my neck and saw what was happening. Both girls had seized their friend in this vulnerable position; bent over, skirt hiked up. Emily had pulled her skirt up and Belle had yanked her underwear down. Both girls then grabbed an ample buttcheek each and spread it apart. Belle took her pussy, inserting a two fingers into the waiting, slick hole. Emily, using her own pussy wetness as lube, had stuck a pinky inside Jessica’s asshole. \n\n“Oh jeez!” I cried out, “let her go! I’m pulling over right now!” \n\nEmily and Belle laughed hysterically as they toyed with their friend and fought off her protests. As my car came to a screeching halt at the curb, Emily was the first to speak. \n\n“If anyone is getting my brothers dick tonight,” she said, “it’s going to be me!”\n" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You expected to feel at your best when having sex with your new wife, but find that just embracing her and enjoying her company is vastly more satisfying." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "**Wedding night**\n\n“Are you sure?” Lisa asked as she sat down on his lap.\n\n“Aren’t you?” Steven replied with a kiss on her cheek as he put an arm around her protectively and the golf cart slowly started moving.\n\n“I am.” Lisa smiled as she brushed the veil out of the way so he could see where they were going. “But its just tradition you know.”\n\n“And since when did you care about tradition?” Steven grinned as the electric motor hummed quietly beneath them. “I had to fight just to get you into that dress and look what you did to it.” He laughed and Lisa took a look at her wedding dress in the light of the setting sun. It had been beautiful, white, perfect and completely impossible to breathe in. Now it was… whitish, green grass stains were sprinkled over most of it, the beautiful shoes had been lost somewhere along the way and the corset she had hated so much she had personally ripped apart before the priest even arrived.\n\n“But you do.” Lisa noted as she wrapped her arms around him as they drove and he felt his heart rate skyrocket.\n\n“Not as much as I care about you.” He whispered to her as the golf cart let out a whirring noise and ground to a halt in the sand.\n\n“Not much of an all terrain vehicle is it?” Lisa smirked as she reached behind him and grabbed the last bottle of champagne.\n\n“Last stop everybody off.” Steven called out as he stood up, bringing her up with him and knocking the roof off the cart as she squealed with laughed as he half stepped half fell out of the cart. He carried her through the sand, kicking off his shoes as he walked and huffing and puffing from the exhaustion of it. “Imagine doing this much work, in that corset, of yours.” He huffed.\n\n“Ass.” She laughed as she undid the cork with her teeth with a pop and poured a good deal of champagne into his hair.\n\n“Welcome, to your, wedding suite.” Steven huffed as he walked splashing into the sea and threw the both of them headfirst into the water. \n\n“Noo the boo-“ She gasped out just as she plunged beneath the waves, salt water filling her mouth and turning her dress to lead around her as he valiantly held the bottle above the waves. For a few seconds she just let herself sink, feeling his arms around her in the wet darkness, two twins wrapped together waiting to be born. \n\n“You still alive?” He laughed as he pulled her out of the water and was rewarded by a mouthful of seawater spat in his face that made him reel backwards with laughter. \n\n“You idiot, we almost lost the champagne.” She said with feigned anger as she tore the heavy dress off of herself and let it float away as she followed after him in just the white underwear.\n\n“I knew you were going to save it, you always save the booze.” He smirked as he whipped the water out of his eyes as she reached him and gave him a deep kiss, pushing him back off his feet. He sat down on his ass in the shallow water with her in his arms feeling her warm beautiful body against his own and tasting her salty lips. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and just held her close the soft waves rolling against them from time to time as it slowly grew dark. “You lost the veil somewhere.” He remarked after a while as she stopped to take a sip of the champagne and offered him one too.\n\n“And the dress.” She noted as he drank. “Not much more to go if you want to uphold tradition?” She asked but he shook his head and just pulled her into his arms so the both of them faced the last rays of light from the setting sun.\n\n“Why would we let tradition ruin a perfect day?” He asked as they watched the last hints of the sun vanish beneath the waves.\n" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You're home from work early. The kids are at school and your wife is still at work. You dont see the nanny, so you're expecting a quiet afternoon. You pour yourself a drink and glance out the window, nearly spitting it out when you see the nanny sunbathing completely nude by pool." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "I try to make myself feel better about what happened yesterday afternoon by blaming the idea to hire Sophie on my wife. I know it's a bullshit excuse. But there is a perfectly good daycare right down the street.\n\nNevertheless, the Morgans had lived across the street from us for the last five years. They were good people. And when her mother was complaining that Sophie, now in her first year at community college, wouldn't do anything but lay around the house, my wife was kind enough to offer her a job watching our kids after school. The first few weeks went great. The kids love Sophie, and she was so good with them. They were always already deep into their homework when I got home, and Sophie often stayed late enough to help our youngest into bed.\n\nI was about to give her a call, let her know not to come over because I came home early that day, when I nearly choked on my swig of scotch realizing she was already here, and sunbathing on the recliner by the pool. Her bikini neatly folded on the pool deck beside her. I froze standing at the sliding glass door. She was on her stomach, head turned away. Still I was sure it was her long raven hair flowing over her shoulders. \n\nI swear I *never* thought about her sexually before. I didn't want to now. Despite that, I felt myself growing in my pants. I couldn't tear myself away from the door. My eyes followed the curves of her perfect body. Surely this wasn't the first opportunity she took to enjoy my pool like this. Nowhere on her skin was a hint of tan line. She had a perfectly even, golden hue from head to toe. I lingered on her side boob. A tantalizing little curve of her body, pressing into the chair below her. I grew stiffer imagining what it would feel like to squeeze her perky breast.\n\nI continued gawking, down her slender waist, flaring into wide hips. And then to her ass. Fuck, Sophie had a perfect ass. Tight, round, firm. I found myself massaging my cock through my pants. Of course I wasn't straight up jacking it. But it felt too good not to rub a little as I watched her continue to sunbathe.\n\nShould I go out there? No! Of course that's a stupid idea. It would just embarrass the poor girl. But what if it didn't... Even if she thought no one was home to see her, she had to at least know the neighbor's windows looked right down on our backyard. She might enjoy knowing she had an audience. Maybe she would even be so excited she would... No! I tried to drive the totally unholy thoughts out of my mind. Despite that, I kept rubbing my hard cock.\n\nAs I was having my internal crisis, she began shifting. The recliner she had laid out on was only about ten feet from the door. I had to move or she'd see me. Up the stairs and into my bedroom. Now that she was out of my sight, I began to think a little more clearly. She can *never* know I'd seen her. She's just the girl from across the street. The one I watched grow up. But wait. She's not a girl anymore. She's a woman. I took a few step towards my bedroom window, knowing I could see down to the pool from there.\n\n\"Holy shit...\" I muttered. She was now laying face up. Dark sunglasses covered her eyes, but I was fairly certain they were closed. Sweat glistened against her olive skin. On her collarbone, stomach, thighs. I never realized Sophie had such a big bust. She always wore pretty conservative or lose fitting clothes. But now, on view for all looking to see, she was clearly sporting an impressive set of tits. Her stomach was tight and athletic with a little piece of jewelry hanging from her navel. Between her legs was a neatly trimmed bush, dark, matching her hair. Physically, Sophie was everything that drove me wild.\n\nI began stroking myself. Slowly, but deliberately. I imagined walking outside and her inviting me to fuck her. Making her scream in my backyard until my wife and kids came home. I was past the point of feeling bad about this now. My mind was focused on only one primal thought. A thought that had driven my ancestors for tens of thousands of years.\n\nI had my cock out and was in the middle of imaging her begging me to cum inside her perfect, tight little body when she jerked awake. I froze. Had she noticed me! Fuck! Fuck, what kind of trouble was I about to be in... But to my relief her attention went right to her phone. She never looked up at my window. I checked the alarm clock on my nightstand. 3:40pm. The kids were due home in five minutes. I started to put myself away but held my cock and gave one last good pump as I watched Sophie stand, arch her back slowly in an erotic stretch, and put her bikini back on.\n\nI had tucked myself back in my slacks and zipped up as I heard her at the sliding door.\n\n\"Mr. Porter,\" she said a little shocked as I started down the stairs. She had a towel wrapped high around her waist now, but I couldn't help steal a glance at her chest, knowing what she looked like under that little top. \"I had no idea you'd be home so soon.\"\n\n\"Sorry, Sophie,\" I said. I felt my face grow bright red. \"I should have called you.\"\n\n\"It's ok,\" she replied sheepishly, but with a little sly smile. \"I hope you don't mind I took advantage of your pool.\"\n\n\"Not at all,\" a lump growing in my throat made it hard to say anything else. I made it down the the foot of the stairs, but didn't risk getting any closer to her.\n\n\"That's sweet of you.\" Her smile spread wider. She took a few steps towards me. Her eyes slowly descended down my chest, stopping at my groin. She bit her lower lip. I began to panic. \"Did you enjoy watching me? Or is that,\" she nodded in the direction of the bulge I had hastily shoved down my pants, \"just from what you see now, Jason?\" Her eyes slid back up my body to meet mine. Seeing me staring at her cleavage, she thrust her chest out and took another step forward.\n\n\"You should call me 'Mr. Porter.'\" I said weakly through a drying mouth. God damn she was throwing herself at me.\n\n\"Yes, I'll call you whatever you'd like me to, *sir*,\" hanging on to the last word like thick honey dripping.\n\nI couldn't take it. I'll admit, she got the better of me. I reached up to grab a handful of her boobs. I wanted to feel how soft they were under my palm. She, however, thought better of that. Grabbing my wrist before I could make contact, she brought my hand up to her mouth. I brushed her lips with my fingertips before she briefly took the tip of one into her mouth and gave it a little suck finishing with a devilish grin.\n\n\"Not here sir, not now.\" She cooed, still holding my limp hand in hers. Just as she nodded to the front door, as if on cue, the sound of the school bus's air-breaks announced my children's arrival home. \"You're going to want to excuse yourself before they come in. Take care of that little problem in you pants.\" Sex dripped off every word. \"I'll take care of the kids,\" she smiled turning and heading for the door. I watched the curve of her ass sway as she walked. Then she turned to look back at me. \"Oh, and if you want to come home early again tomorrow, I'll be at the pool again.\"\n\nI retreated back upstairs to the master bath and silently jerked off to Sophie. The memory of her naked body, glistening sweat, tan skin, full tits. I pumped harder imaging her underneath me. Moaning, grabbing. Our bodies rubbing against each other. With no shame, I pumped my cock empty, wishing it was inside Sophie rather than into a wad of toilet paper.\n\nNow here I am. At work today. It's quarter to one. Should I go home early again? Will I find Sophie laid out sunning her immaculate body?\n\n*****\nIf anyone is interested, I have some ideas for a second part. Let me know!" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You keep seeing glimpses of it. Out the corner of your eye, in the dark spaces of a room, in the mirror behind you, disappearing when you turn to look. Now it's hands/claws/etc are gripping your shoulders from behind, and you're confused when it kisses you instead of killing you." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "(~~THIS IS NOT COMPLETE. I will post the good stuff as a reply a little bit later.~~ EDIT: Done!)\n\n(Trigger warnings: Some non/dubcon, and a bit of monstrous imagery. I tried to keep it light, but figured I'd warn just in case.)\n\n---\n\nOlivia swore she had seen it, lurking around corners and in dark spaces, watching her with countless eyes. Nobody else could hear its low growl, a deep churn that gargled through her senses and paralyzed her into inaction. She'd feel its breath, hot and sticky, huffing down the nape of her neck, smelling like some foreign substance she couldn't quite place. But whenever she whipped around to finally confront this thing, this apparition that had been haunting her, she was met with nothing. Nothing but a racing heart and frazzled nerves.\n\nTherapy hadn't worked. Counseling hadn't worked. Pills hadn't worked. She had tried just about everything, short of an exorcism, and any time she made an attempt to do away with the foul thing haunting her being, the sensations only grew stronger. Where first it had been a thought nagging in the back of her head, now after her attempts to rid herself of it, it had become a gripping terror at the forefront of every decision, the thing that came before every thought. The mere glint of light off its claws, the low roll of hunger rumbling from its maw, could cause her body to lock down in fear.\n\nShe locked herself in her apartment, left the blinds and shutters wide open to let in the daylight and slept with the lights on. She was losing her mind, she believed. Olivia imagined herself sinking into this pit of madness, like being enveloped in some kind of viscous goop that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't dig herself out of. It was like quicksand; the more you fought, the faster you sank. The more she fought it, the more she tried to run from it, the more powerful it seemed to become. \n\nEvery part of her brain tried not to reconcile the *logical* resolution: what about simply accepting it as a way of life? \n\nIt was a struggle. At the very least, it had never hurt her, even though she had no doubt it absolutely could if it wanted to. With the help of breathing exercises, a bit of yoga, and some poor attempts at meditation, she gradually learned to push this fear down enough to barely function as a human being. She was back at her job again, but she had come to the conclusion that she was just broken, fundamentally flawed, and that this was the kind of baggage she'd carry with her. \n\nStill, she took her precautions. Despite being a relatively attractive brunette in her twenties with a promising career trajectory, she pushed others away and shunned interaction, so as not to expose more people to this *thing*. She did all her activities in the daylight, and always retreated to her home before dusk. The lights were always on in her apartment; under no circumstances was there ever to be darkness in her home. \n\nBut some circumstances are outside our control.\n\nA little past 3am on Cinco de Mayo (well, Seis de Mayo, since it was well past midnight by then) some asshole who had consumed one too many margaritas decided it would be a good idea to drive himself home. He lost control of his lifted pickup truck and struck a power transformer, killing power to the whole grid and allowing darkness to collapse upon the city.\n\nSound asleep, Olivia didn't even notice at first. She didn't notice the lights going out, didn't notice the return of that rumbling snarl, didn't notice the snake-like appendages reaching up from beneath her bed, leaving a thick, warm slime in their wake. She didn't even notice as the tentacles slithered onto her, tucking themselves under her clothes and rubbing up against-- oh- no, okay, now she noticed.\n\nOlivia bolted upright, just for long enough to see darkness dripping down over her windows and completely blacking out the moonlight that bathed the rest of the city. Her room was encased in perfect darkness.\n\nA scream caught itself at the base of her throat as the things wound around her thigh. All she could do instead was whimper, a feeble acceptance of defeat despite trying for so long to rid her life of this creature.\n\n\"I don't... I don't wanna die,\" she pleaded, her voice quiet and trembling. Fear and uncertainty gathered at the edges of her eyes, streaking down her face as sobs shook her chest.\n\nThe tentacles writhing about her fell still. One slipped up through the top of her t-shirt and brushed a tear away. \"I'm not going to kill you.\" The voice was mangled, animalistic, but had an eerily familiar tone.\n\nOlivia reclaimed her wits long enough to reach up and wrap her hand around the foreign appendage, pulling it from her face. \"Who are you?\"\n\nThe creature offered no resistance to being yanked away from the object of its attentions. \"In my language, my name is--\" followed by some set of raw, gargling sounds irreproducible by human voice. \"But you may call me Echo.\" The name sent another chill down Olivia's spine, her eyes widening in the darkness as she recognized the name, distinctly placing it in her memories as being seen on a green name badge. \"Yes, Olivia,\" it responded. \"Echo. 'That weird barista who always looks at me funny.' Not a very nice thing to say about an admirer.\"\n\nThis left her with more questions than answers. \"Wha-- how... But... Wh--\"\n\nThe tentacle in her hand snaked up, coming to rest against her lips to shush her. It coated her lips in a heavy, thick secretion as it did so. \"Too many questions. Not enough time. You have kept me away for long enough. Power could come back any time, and I am running short.\" The tentacle slinked down from her lips, cradling her chin and angling her in as she felt something vaguely like a snout, lips, and tongue running over her mouth. With an instinctive shriek, Olivia pulled back, coughing and spitting back the fluid it had left on her.\n\nShe tried to push away, but now where the tentacles had previously given her slack, they held her firmly in place, bound around her wrists and thighs. Her heart thundered in her chest as she struggled to move, but to no avail. \"No! Please, stop! Why are you doing this?!\"\n\nSomething feeling vaguely like teeth clamped down at the center of her shirt, and with a snap, pulled the fabric apart to expose her breasts. \"I require a host,\" Echo explained, its voice chittering and garbled - foreign vocal chords doing their best to imitate human speech. \"I have been following you. I have chosen you. You will bear my spawn.\" It snaked a tentacle around her bare breasts, spiraling around them and constricting down to squeeze. The same gooey, slippery secretions oozed out, coating her.\n\nOlivia's self-imposed exile had rendered her body sensitive. She hadn't been with a man in over a year, and in her anxiety never had the thought nor desire to touch herself. Her breath hitched at the attention the beast foisted upon her breasts. \"No...\" she pleaded once more, her body clamoring for more attention but her brain dead-set against the idea of carrying some tentacle monster's child... or children. \"I won't do it.\"\n\nThe tentacles at her wrists and legs tugged indicatively. \"You don't have a choice,\" it reasoned. \"I am capable of so much more than your kind. No need to fear the dark. You already learned to accept me as part of your life once. If you can do it again, this will be... much more pleasant.\" Spittle sprayed off its maw as it spoke, still invisible to her in the pitch black. Olivia slowly resigned herself; maybe it was better than dying, at least. And the thing was right... it wasn't as though she'd be able to resist.\n\n\"Fine. Make it quick.\" She allowed her body to relax, and in turn felt the restraints loosening around her, the slime running in rivulets down her nearly naked frame.\n\nClearly, the monstrosity was able to see her, even if she could not see him. Her world was complete darkness - the only sounds available to her were its eager panting, the subtle squelching of tentacles around her, and her own heart pounding against her rib cage.\n\n\"Well, what are you waiting for?\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You just discovered that you have the power of hydrokinesis. What do you use it for? Pleasuring random women with their own juices with your mind!" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Hey, don’t throw that away!”\n\nThe girl turned around, the nearly full bottle of freshly squeezed juice still in her hand, hovering over the trash can. “What?” Her face scrunched into an expression of confusion and contempt as she regarded the strange man standing in front of her. Tall, bespectacled, and wearing a crisp white lab coat, he reiterated his request. “I said, don’t throw that away. You’ve barely had any of it. It’s wasteful, and your body needs the nutrition to function properly.”\n\nScoffing, the girl rolled her eyes. “Whatever, weirdo. I’ve got work in ten minutes, and the bar doesn’t like it when I bring in outside beverages - besides, if I get thirsty, there are always a few regulars who like buying me drinks.” She dropped the bottle into the trashcan and kept walking through the deserted park, street lamps flickering on in the deepening twilight. And then suddenly, she felt something on her wrist, like a wet rope, holding her back. Looking down, she saw something unreal, a thin tendril of shimmering water extending up from the grass of the park, wrapping around her wrist. “What the hell?” She reaches over with her other hand to swat at it, but even as she began to move, more tendrils of water leapt from the ground to wrap around her, twining around her arms, her legs, and her torso, holding her fast, and lifting her up off the ground. The man in the lab coat merely stood there, smiling as the water tendrils spread her legs apart as he walked forward. “Wait, what’s happeni- mmf!” Her question was cut short as water covered her mouth, smelling and tasting of grass and earth.\n\n“Did you know that in 2013, it was estimated that adults in America consumed fruit about 1.1 times per day and vegetables about 1.6 times per day?” The man lifted the woman’s navy skirt, exposing her lacy black panties. Making eye contact with her, he continued to speak as the water in her mouth firmed up slightly, seeming to form a cylinder, moving, while water around her breasts began to constrict slowly. “That isn’t enough fruits and vegetables. People should be eating at least two servings of fruit and three servings of vegetables per day. Now, you were on the road to making a right choice, buying this bottle of fresh squeezed juice. The bottle lifted into her view, cap sliding off and a stream of green juice flowing up out of it, and down towards her waiting cunt. “But it seems like you need a little encouragement to do the right thing.” The juice flowed inside her, seeping quickly past her panties to swirl in and around her sex, a constantly moving tornado of pleasure, penetrating and massaging her, filling her more completely than she’d ever been filled before. \n\nThe man walked around her slowly, as the water on her body continued its relentless motion in and around her. She could feel the pressure inside her pussy building as her juices mingled with her juice, could feel the pleasure building from the unending stimulation all around her. “Good nutrition is its own reward. And even if you don’t feel the effects of bad nutrition as strongly when you’re young, those effects will become more pronounced as you age, and it’s important to establish good eating habits as early as possible for your long term health.” Her pleasure reached a crescendo, her body convulsing in midair as the water held her, slowly loosening it’s grip and lowering her to the ground as orgasm washed through her. As the last of the water left her body, she felt the juice begin to flow out of her, up in an arc above her body and into her mouth, and down her throat. “There, isn’t that better?” He whispered, crouching down next to her and stroking her cheek with the back of his index finger. When the last of her juice and her juices had passed down her throat, he stood and began to walk away.\n\n“Who are you?” She half shouted, her voice slightly ragged from the experience. Turning around the man peered over his half-rimmed glasses and smiled. “I’m the Doktor. And it’ll take more than an apple a day to keep me away.”" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A former guy who got magically turned into a woman is hanging out with her friends. You decide how it goes from there." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Well, I need to balance out how many prompts I post at some point... I'm usually writing stuff significantly less sexual (ie: only things that aren't sexual at all), so I do hope you enjoy the read. If there's any spelling errors, please tell me so I can edit them out. Thank you!\n\nIf this accidentally appears as a [PI], reddit was a derp and I got very confused.\n\n____________________\n\nI stepped out of the bathroom and headed down the stairs again for the fifth time in two hours.\n\nEver since the Change, mythical races had popped up, as if out of nowhere- elves here, dwarves there, dragons on Komodo and wyverns in France. It had followed no divisions beyond your location, completely random but always appropriate to the local mythology- and, in most cases, not exactly accurate to it.\n\nI could confirm both of these points- not even gender was safe, and I was pretty sure 'horny bimbo' wasn't part of British mythology.\n\nMy friends, thankfully, weren't judging (or otherwise calling attention to) my... ah, *needs-* they'd been rather accomodating, all things considered. They knew I wasn't exactly in the best shape. Beyond the obvious, I felt tired, a little listless- like being thirsty, hungry and sleep-deprived all at once.\n\n\"Your combat turn's coming up, Chris,\" Mike informed me- I took the dice from him with a nod, thankful I'd washed my hands a second ago.\n\nThere were three of us here, myself excluded- Mike, James and Tom. Mike was running the game we were playing- normally I'd do it, but I hadn't been focused enough recently.\n\nI looked at the battlemap, chose the big hobgoblin in the centre that had got into range of our wizard, and rolled the dice. \"Fourteen- Theodorus swings his warhammer, and hits the snarling hobgoblin warrior,\" I declared, and rolled the damage- \"for thirteen damage.\"\n\n\"With a mighty crash, you bring it down on his helmet.\" Mike grinned. \"His skull approaches the consistency of chunky salsa when you remove it.\"\n\nJames laughed. \"Melistae shouts in disgust as brains splat onto her robes,\" he told us. He was always cheerful- never taking things too seriously. Good guy to have at you back. \"She takes out her frustration on the goblins with a fireball, and...\" He rolled. \"Incinerates them!\"\n\n\"Cassidus,\" said Tom, \"shouts, 'Hey, why didn't you two leave some for me!?' He takes a swig of his bottle and spits it on the ground...\" He was smirking in amusement as he said it- Tom didn't exactly fit with our far-too-nerdy group, but despite him getting to the gym a lot, he was just as much a geek as the rest of us.\n\nThe doorbell rang. \"I'll get it,\" said Tom, getting up and opening the door- \"Oh, Doctor Kennedy?\"\n\nI blinked as my doctor-slash-mythologician entered the room. \"Miss Kennedy,\" I said, surprised. \"Is it something important?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" she said, nodding \"And it's pretty fortunate I got you now- tell me, you trust your friends here?\" She leaned over the table.\n\n\"Uh, yeah,\" I said, nodding in confusion even as my groin started to move from needy to *distracting.* Again.\n\n\"Good,\" she said, and took out a paper. \"We've finally got a report on your mythological variant- we've decided on 'nymph'.\" She unshuffled a particular page from it- \"We're giving you official ownership of the local stream, which you should visit regularly for recreational purposes, and... Well,\" she added, pointing out a particular bookmark, \"I recommend- no, Doctor's orders says you read this out loud. Immediately.\" She nodded. \"Good day, Chris- I hope this improves your health.\"\n\nAnd with that she was out of the door, leaving us scratching our heads. I picked up the page.\n\n\"Advantages of being a nymph include increased memory, skill, water-breathing, aquatic motion and ability to become transparent underwater,\" I summarised. \n\nMike chuckled. \"Gee, you think someone who's actually *learned to swim* would get that instead of you,\" he joked. I punched him in the shoulder, grinning, and turned the page.\n\n\"General physical features include disproportionate increase in physical strength, pointed ears, sea-green or sea-blue eyes and hair.\" *Well,* I thought, *I know that,* running a hand through the almost fluorescent turquoise pixie cut I'd given myself. \"Increased rate of hair growth, loss of body hair, reduced height, vastly increased breast and butt size with proportional increase in spine strength...\" My thoughts repeated, looking down at my breasts- they seemed to have settled at about an H or so. And my butt was... I decided to put those thoughts out of my mind, because I was getting *really* distracted.\n\n\"Physiological requirements include ownership or residence within a local water body and... err...\" I paused, turning red at the next sentences.\n\n\"...Doctor's orders?\" Tom reminded me, though he looked sympathetic nevertheless.\n\n\"...ah. Nymphs require, err, *regular carnal relations.* Minimal regularity is three days, minimal... Christ... minimal orgasms given *and* received within time period is ten per partner with at least three partners.\"\n\nYou could hear a pin drop. My face burned, and my groin did too. Unfortunately, doctor's orders, and the bookmark wasn't over.\n\n\"Visual exposure to unconcealed nymphs mitigates sexual inhibitions,\" I continued. \"Lack of required carnal relations causes temporary reduction but permanent increase in sensitivity and libido, elevating to standard levels upon fulfillment. Libido returns to baseline levels six hours after last carnal relations. Maximum estimated time for continued healthy functioning is... one week.\"\n\n\"...And it's been *five* weeks,\" Mike said.\n\n*\"Shit,\" * I swore. I hadn't even used a dildo- hell, a *finger* for these five weeks. And they were saying I was four weeks *past* stability!? \"Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck...\"\n\n\"Hey, you okay, Chris?\" said James.\n\nI hissed in irritation. \"Well, unless I 'get some' *as soon as possible,* I'm going to be...\"\n\nI blinked. *Oh, that was why she asked if I trust them.*\n\n\"...Ah, once we finish the section, you guys wouldn't mind... err, *helping?\"* I questioned.\n\n\"Isn't that kind of taking advantage?\" said Mike, honestly concerned.\n\n\"If you pressured me into eating a sandwich when I was starving to death,\" I said, \"I'd thank you. Same applies here, and...\" I looked down. \"...Yeah, 'repressed' doesn't even *begin* to explain how this feels. Let's just get the last bits read. Oral, anal orifices adapted for relations, empathic feedback mechanism, replacement of conventional food with semen recommended- explains why pizza tastes like cardboard, and... huh.\"\n\n\"What is it?\" asked Tom.\n\n\"Apparently, carnal relations bring both nymph and 'partners' to a roughly idealised state,\" I explained. \"Which means...\" I turned the page. \"...Something that isn't written down. Jerks.\"\n\n\"Huh. So, you said...\" Mike seemed kind of uncomfortable. \"This is the part where we, err...\"\n\n\"They said it reduces inhibitions, seeing nymphs naked, right?\" pointed out Tom. \"So we just agree, Chris takes his... her...?\"\n\n\"Yeah, let's go with 'her',\" I agreed. \"I don't think there's much salvation for my manhood at this point, really.\"\n\n\"Yeah, you take your clothes off, and bam! No more awkwardness,\" suggested Tom. \"So, I'm willing- you two...?\"\n\n\"One of my best friends needs help *and* looks like fetish fuel incarnate,\" said James. \"I'll help.\"\n\n\"...What he said,\" said Chris. \"I'm *willing,* really, I just-\"\n\n\"You don't want to treat me like a quick fuck?\" I finished.\n\n\"Well... yeah,\" he said, rubbing his hair in embarassment.\n\n\"Well, this is going to become pretty regular as far as I'm concerned.\" I took a breath, and put two hands on the bottom of my shirt- \"Fuck it,\" I said, \"If I look like a porn star, and I'm fucking my best friends, it's going to be the *damn best sex you've ever had.\"*\n\n\"We're all virgins here,\" Mike said flatly.\n\n\"Well,\" I said, putting on my sultriest voice- and being amazed at how real, how *needy* it sounded- \"That should be *easy* then.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Every (day/week/year), your character switches sexes, from male to female and back again" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "It was happening again. \n\nI felt my cock retract into my flesh and a different organ take its place in the form of a slit. My chest began to feel heavy as breasts began to inflate to about the size of large grapefruits. \n\nMy mind was becoming filled with a thirst for hot cum that would fill my throat after being pounded by thick, heavy dicks, or maybe the sweet juices of some fair maidens who might be into other ladies.\n\nWhatever the case was, I needed someone to bang.\n\n\\-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nEver since I had been cursed by the town hag, I had been alternating between sexes every day to a frustrating degree.\n\nIt hadn't been the smartest idea to be rudely telling the story of how I banged the town hag's daughter to my friends while I was drunkenly walking down the street. \n\nNor had it been a smart idea to give the hag a detailed description of how I loved her daughters lust-filled green eyes as I covered her pale face and red hair with my cum when she asked me to confirm which girl I had slept with. \n\nIt DEFINITELY was not a good idea to tell the hag how I made her daughter suck my cock after I vigorously fucked her in her tight asshole. \n\nWhatever the case, my idiotic drunken self had offended the town hag so terribly that she cursed me to lose my manhood every other day and to have it be replaced by an insatiable feminine lust.\n\nOn one hand, it was actually quite enjoyable to get my first vaginal orgasm.\n\nOn the other hand, with the transformation came the annoyance of handling medium-large breasts and a sense of lust that made me want to fuck nearly any nearby human. \n\nOf course, as a bard, I had the best opportunity in the world to fuck anyone. \n\nWith the transformation came new body parts I could learn to use...\n\n\\-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nIt wasn't easy dealing with the lust, at first. \n\nOn my first transformation, I was quite drunk and then my drinking buddy Keon said, \"Oiiiii, mate, y-you're...s-starting to look like a...lass?\"\n\nAnd in my drunken state, I watched as my body physically contort until I looked like a female version of myself.\n\nOf course, that wasn't what I cared about as I absentmindedly just grabbed Keon and kissed him before dragging him into my room in the inn, away from the bar area. \n\nNow, although I am bisexual, it's very important to note that Keon, the stereotypical masculine adventurer, is not.\n\nTo his credit though, Keon was not complaining about the woman who was now making out with him, even though said woman was his male drinking buddy minutes ago.\n\nAs I made out with him, I slowly tore off his pieces of armor, feeling for the hardness in his trousers. \n\nI felt my hands rubbing his cock and before I knew it, I had knelt down and started sucking it. \n\nWithin minutes, I had been reduced to the same state I had left the hag's daughter in after I had charmed her, choking on a hot throbbing cock, drool pooling out the corners of my mouth.\n\nOnce his cock was nice and wet, Keon just pushed me onto the bed, pulled off my trousers and started thrusting. I moaned, helpless to the wave of warmth that washed over me.\n\nI could feel my face burning and his nicely-sized cock sliding against my walls.\n\nAlthough it ached, my mind was so filled with lust that nothing mattered and I just wanted to cum.\n\nAnd then I did. \n\nI came so hard, feeling a more intense wave of sensation washing over me. \n\nIt wasn't long before Keon came too, filling my insides with all his creamy goodness. \n\nIt had not been enough for me though, so as I pulled him out, I took him into my mouth again sucking down whatever was left in his cock after he came. \n\nWithin minutes, he was hard again and I let him try thrusting between the newly, perfectly-formed breasts on my chest before he jerked off covering me with cum.\n\nWe ended up fucking all night and things only became awkward when the next night, while we were drinking again, I had turned back into my old self. \n\nTo this day, I'm the only guy who's ever going to bang Keon because I also happen to become a hot chick every other day.\n\n\\---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\nSo that's my story and you might be wondering, why am I telling you it?\n\nWell, maybe you could be my next adventurer and help me sate my desires with your cum?" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A girl won’t stop pestering you, mumbling on about, “destiny this”, and “soul mates that”. She has stopped at nothing to get close to you, from meeting by “coincidence” to becoming your apartment roommate as soon as vacancy was available. At least she’s still cute..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "There she was. That petite girl who’d just started out her new internship at the company. The one who had introduced herself by saying she had been dying to meet him. The one who had called Max “master” when they first met, saying that it was destiny that had caused them to finally come together. Yup, there she was, sitting on his couch, hands folded politely on her lap, fiery red hair flowing down to her neck as she smiled and waited for him to say something. Max’s first question would’ve been “what the hell are you doing here?” but the boxes all around the apartment made that pretty obvious.\n\n“Welcome home master! I bet you have lotsa questions don’t ya?” the young woman asked, grinning from ear to ear, leaning forward a bit. Her eyes were a light brown, somehow almost seeming to take on the fiery tint of her hair, sparkling as she addressed Max. The young man shook his head a bit, making sure he was seeing things right. He was exhausted from a long day at looking at a computer screen at work, and he had known his new anonymous roommate would be moving in pretty soon, but that didn’t prepare him for whatever weirdness this was.\n\n“Well, for starters, you could tell me how exactly you know me…” Max said, although that wouldn’t begin to explain this little weirdo’s behavior. She had stuck around his desk all day, gasping in awe as he picked through lines and lines of mind-numbing code, saying how amazing he was, responding to every question by saying that they needed to talk about this in private. Well, this was as private as it got.\n\n“Oh silly me! You wouldn’t know! I keep on thinking you know who you are. I know you because you’re the Demon Lord’s only heir!” she kept on grinning, but her tone was completely serious, like any normal person would ever say what she said except in some tabletop game. Max narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out what the punchline was going to be here. Was he on some show with hidden cameras? He looked around the room, trying to find out where they could be.\n\n“Riiiiight,” he said, “And you are?” The girl stood up and did a strange pose, throwing her arms up and making claws with her tiny hands. “I’m Scarlett, the only other Demon still around, here to help get you on the right path to ruling the earth! Rawr!” she said, looking more like some kind of cat than a demon.\n\n“Riiiiiiight,” Max said again, although drawing out the word to an entire sentence didn’t seem to get the point across that he wasn’t getting tricked by any of this nonsense. This girl was so damn cute, but she was either completely insane or was trying to pull some crazy trick on him. Either way, he wasn’t going to let himself be dragged in. “Look, whatever this is, if you’re actually my roommate, I’ll just let you know one thing. I needed someone to share the rent, but I like to be left alone, so if you don’t mind I’m going to my room and…”\n\n“Don’t you want some pussy first?” Scarlett asked, the smile still on her face.\n\n“No thanks, I think I’m...wait what did you just say?” Max said, doing a double take as he had just started to walk off.\n\n“I said…” Scarlett spread her legs, suddenly showing off how short the skirt was she had come to work in. “Don’t you want some pussy first master?” Her legs were spread wide, leaving nothing to the imagination as Max saw she definitely wasn't wearing any panties. Nope, just a cute little pink pussy, a smiling girl offering herself up to him. Nothing weird about this…\n\n“Look, whatever prank you guys are trying to pull…” Max started, looking around the room before he felt lips press up against his. “Mmmmmff,” he was cut short as the petite girl leaned up and gave him a smooch. *How the hell did she even get over here?* Max managed to think before his head started spinning, trying to make sense of what was going on. Girls didn’t just show up and throw themselves on you! This couldn’t be real!\n\nMax felt his hand being led down between Scarlett’s legs, the young girl pulling back from her kiss to give him a naughty look as she placed his hand on her bare pussy. “Like that? This little pussy is all yours from now on…” Max felt himself get stiff as he felt her, already a bit wet in anticipation of what was about to happen.\n\n“Ummm, look I don’t know what this is but…”\n\n“There it is!” Scarlett said excitedly, looking right at his bulge in amazement. “Master’s cock is all ready to go!” With that she started to undo his pants, fumbling a bit with the zipper in her excitement. “I need that cock in me Master, so badly!”\n\nWhatever resistance Max had to what was happening melted away as he found the cute redhead fawning over his penis, looking on it in awe as she pulled it from his pants, stroking it a little bit as she moved it up against her pussy. “I want you to put that thing inside me right now!”\n\nSomething triggered in Max as she begged for him to fuck her, rubbing his cock against her pussy, biting her lower lip and looking up at him with those adorable red eyes, those flaming red eyes. To this point, Max’s experience with sex had been gentle lovemaking with one or two exes, nothing much beyond just missionary in a dark room. Well, right now he wanted more, was hungry for more.\n\n“Well, what do you think...ooh,” Scarlett gasped in surprise as Max picked her up, grabbing her tight little ass and lifting, pressing his lips against hers as he started to kiss her ravenously. “Mmmmm,” she was still trying to talk as he thrust his tongue into her mouth while he carried her over to the coffee table.\n\nHe kissed her for a second more before roughly pushing her down on the table. Some part of him was worried that he was too aggressive, but it was like another part was taking over, one that wanted to *mate*. Scarlett didn’t seem to mind, giggling in delight, all the while looking at him lustfully as she spread her legs wide.\n\nThis was all the invitation Max needed, lining up his thick, throbbing cock against her tight little hole, wondering for a second if it’d fit. That didn’t stop him, and he slowly started to push past her tight lips, stretching her out and filling her up with one long thrust. He grabbed her hips and pressed himself all the way inside, eliciting a long, lustful moan from the fiery redhead, who somehow wasn’t feeling uncomfortable. She just looked up at him with those red eyes and said, “That’s it, fuck me into this table!”\n\nWith that, he started to thrust, overcome with his lust as the warm feeling of her pussy enveloped his cock. She looked absolutely tiny as he pumped into her over and over, still wearing her dress shirt and skirt as he started to rail her. Normally, Max would’ve been exhausted after just a minute of this, but he felt something else entirely here, like he would stop at nothing to empty his balls inside her. So he kept going, the table creaking with the force of each thrust, nothing but the sounds of sex and Scarlett’s moans filling the room.\n\nMax picked her up again, continuing to fuck her in a frenzy as he stood and held her up against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, locking her legs behind his back as they continued their mating session. Soon her whole body was quivering and shaking as she came, pussy squeezing his cock while she squirted onto his shaft, not able to hold onto him for a second as her limbs turned to jelly for a bit. He simply held her up and kept fucking her, relentlessly pounding her pussy, even throwing her onto the couch to change it up with him on top again.\n\nIt continued this way for a few minutes, Max completely lost in his lust, mating with this new girl like an animal, not bothering to stop as she came again and again on his cock, her dirty talk turning into incoherent babbling, losing herself to the pleasure as Max helped himself to her body. At last, he felt himself begin to finish, and he didn’t bother to pull away, just humping her a few more times before filling her little hole to the brim with his cum. Or rather, filling past the brim as the overflow of cum spurted out, far too much for her little hole to handle.\n\nMax just grunted as he pulled her in close to finish a few more pumps, eventually feeling the last of his lust subside as bit as he let his member plop out of her tight hole. “So….goood,” she said, eyes half closed, hair a mess, horns sticking out to either side while her tail snaked back and forth. Max’s own tail wrapped around hers as he pulled her in close to cuddle up, basking in the afterglow, careful not to get his own horns too close to her face. His eyes closed for a second as he relaxed.\n\nYup, just the two of them, cuddling up, horns and tails and eyes that looked like literal fire. Nothing out of the ordinary.\n\nMax’s eyes shot open and he jumped straight off the couch, dick flopping around as he started to freak out. “What….the...fuck!!!!”\n\n\t\n" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Her I.Q. sharply drops whenever she becomes sexually aroused. Since she’s usually a genius, she figures that she should be able to find a solution to her little problem. Unfortunately this comes with a lot of trial and error." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "As a giant alien monster bears down on our heroes.\n\n\"Dr Banner, now might be a really good time for you to get horny.\"\n\nWith a cheeky grin over her shoulder \"That's my secret cap...\" she starts pacing towards the beast \"... I'm always horny.\" Her clothes burst at the seams as her figure swells into an extreme hourglass before slamming into the monstrosity and beginning to smash.\n\n\\--\n\nWhat're peoples thoughts on mini-replies? Waste of time or worth a chuckle?\n\nCould this be a prompt in itself? The Adventures of the Incredible Slut!" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "The bad news is that you're in Hell. The good news is that you get to choose how you're punished..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Contains: masochism, dubious consent.\n\n\n-------\n\n\nShe screamed, her back arching, and slumped back into the stocks, breathing hard. “Fuck- yes! Again!”\n\n\nThe young demon fingered the whip nervously, staring at the angry red welts on her back. “Are… are you sure? This is supposed to be a punishment.”\n\n\n“Oh, yes,” she moaned, writhing in her restraints. “I've been bad, punish me!”\n\n\n“Well, you weren't that bad. I mean, I looked at your sins, you barely did anything wrong, you didn’t have to choose this-”\n\n\n“Just shut up and whip me!” she barked, and cried out as the leather cracked across her bare skin. “Ff-fuck that's good-”\n\n\nBetween lashes and grunts of effort, the demon muttered, “You kind of- seem to- be enjoying- yourself- here.” It paused, watching her as she trembled with what definitely wasn't fear.\n\n\n“Oh no,” she said breathlessly. “T-This place is awful. Just terrible. Tied up and beaten all the time? *Sooo* bad.” A droplet of arousal trailed down her inner thigh, and the demon stared at it curiously. \n\n\n\"Is it normal for humans to leak like that?\"\n\n\n“Oh yeah, totally. Unrelatedly, would you mind whipping a little lower? It's even more painful down there.” She lifted her curvy rear into the air, presenting a tempting target that the demon immediately took advantage of. Her knees buckled on the third stroke, but she kept her ass up, jerking in the stocks with each hit, tears in her eyes even as she begged for more.\n\n\nA particularly hard hit made her let out a hoarse scream, and she convulsed in her bonds, her legs spasming, her stomach tensing as a rush of wetness spilled down her thighs. The demon faltered, its arm half-raised for another lash.\n\n\n“Okay, that’s definitely not normal.”\n\n\n“Nng,” she managed, her chest heaving, hanging limply in the stocks. “No- Normal. For me.”\n\n\n“Hmm... “ It studied her critically, and shrugged, readying the whip again.\n\n\n“Ahh! Fuck-” A goofy smile spread across her face as the demon began to lay into her, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. *Forget heaven, this is way more fun...*\n\n\n--------------\n\n\nA short one. All comments and criticisms are appreciated." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "In a world where Humans and monsters coexist, a career minded lady finds it very difficult to concentrate on her work at home and getting to work when she starts dating a very irresistible sex demon who just knows what buttons to press..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Claire felt someone sit on the couch, but kept her eyes firmly on her laptop.\n\n\n“Nyx, I’m busy.”\n\n\nThe weight shifted closer to her. She forced her gaze to remain on the words she was typing.\n\n\n“I have to do this before tomorrow. I’ll be done in an hour or two.”\n\n\nA warm body pressed up to her side, soft, bare skin rubbing against hers as an arm wrapped around her shoulders. She looked over automatically.\n\n\n“Babe, I seriously- seriously…” She trailed off, staring.\n\n\nHer girlfriend was not almost naked; that implied that she had simply undressed. No, she was *dishabille*, which meant almost naked with style. She had *planned* to look like this, to expose just the perfect amount of deep red skin and hint at more without revealing everything. Her gorgeous curves were on full display, only technically covered by tiny strips of lingerie. Her thick, flawless thighs were highlighted by the whiplike tail coiled around her leg, the spiked tip gently poking into her calf.\n\n\nThe sight did to Claire’s concentration what would normally require quite a heavy object falling on her head. She gaped wordlessly, unable to object as a pointy-nailed hand grasped her laptop and gently closed it.\n\n\n“You were saying…?” a voice like audible silk purred in her ear.\n\n\n“Gnh,” she managed, her mouth dry. Nyx chuckled softly and planted a warm kiss on the side of Claire’s head, then took the lobe of her ear in her sharp teeth, carefully nibbling at it as her hand trailed over her girlfriend’s stomach.\n\n\n“I *need* you, Claire,” Nyx murmured, and Claire shivered with uncontrollable excitement. The way the succubus said her name was unbearably sexy. “You wouldn’t leave me… *wanting*?” Nyx bit down a little harder, her fingers curling into claws that dug into Claire’s flesh through her blouse. \n\n\n“N-Not fair,” Claire whispered, her pounding heart sending a hot flush to her cheeks.\n\n\n“Not fair, is it? But I’m not hearing a no…” Nyx’s fingers slipped under the edge of Claire’s blouse, leaving red trails in her skin as her nails scraped up her stomach. Claire panted, gathering her shreds of self-control for one last effort.\n\n\n“P-Please, I have to… have to do this…”\n\n\n“Oh, you *have* to? Alright then. Just tell me one little thing, and I’ll leave you alone.” Nyx moved her hand downwards, teasing her fingertips under the waist of her girlfriend’s pants as her red eyes gleamed with evil delight. “Just say ‘I don’t want to come.’ I’ll leave you alone *all* night.”\n\n\n“Nng- Nyx, p-please, it won’t take that long…” Claire squirmed under the succubus’s touch, unconsciously trying to lift her hips into her girlfriend’s fingers.\n\n\n“What’ll it be?” Nyx murmured, and her hand slipped a little lower, just enough to barely stroke over the hood of her clit. Claire gave up.\n\n\n“Ff-fuck, just do it,” she groaned, letting her head fall back. “You- you always win.”\n\n\n“Mmhmm,” Nyx hummed happily, her lips curving into a smile as she shifted to kiss at Claire's neck.\n\n\n--------\n\n\nA short little thing because I wasn't sure where to take it, I might continue later. All comments and criticisms are appreciated." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Weird ways a recruit might be punished by her drill sergeant" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "No one could deny that she was getting a work out from Sarge's disciplinary action. But if it wasn't for the emergency powers granted to the army for this war, this punishment would certainly have gotten a few people fired.\n\n​\n\nAbigail found herself suspended in mid-air, her only grip being her arms around a teammate's waist, her vagina gripping a suction dildo attached to the pole behind her, and and her mouth fastened around her teammate's cock.\n\n​\n\nAll she had done was try to clean up the mess the other team had left in the communal showers. The suction dildos weren't even hers, but when Sarge walked in on her trying to \"clear evidence\", she ended up being made an example out of in their place.\n\n​\n\nB Squad are such assholes.\n\n​\n\nShe \"owed\" Sarge 100 reverse thrust, having to push back on the mounted dildo while keeping herself level above the ground. This sill apparently help build her core, and her arms and legs will be getting the pumping of their life keeping her steady. That's to say nothing of how sore her mouth or pussy will be, effectively securing her position alongside her arms and legs.\n\n​\n\nGilbert had been volunteered to be her \"spotter\", as he was single and fit enough to keep a grip on her should her front begin to slip. Should the dildo behind her slip out, that's a failure for both of them, so he had to do his part where he was placed.\n\n​\n\nThankfully, Abigail found that Gilbert did regularly shower, so at least he wasn't nasty to swallow. Still, she was never big on deepthroating, and for this exercise to work a lot of cock, plastic or organic, would end up deep in one end of her or the other. \n\n​\n\nBy 25 squats, the task was more of a labor for Gilbert than it was Abigail. He had remarkably kept from blowing his load so far, and officially she need only keep the dildo within her, but without his \"support\" she would practically have to pull him closer and work a bit harder without a proper \"rhythm\". At 27, he couldn't hold it any longer, and Abigail felt a rush of warmth invade her mouth. \n\n​\n\nThe two recruits fell to the ground, Gilbert making sure to catch his partner as she came off of the pole-mounted dildo, her legs giving out in surprise at his sudden ejaculation. Sarge just scoffed and shouted at them to get back up.\n\n​\n\n\"We don't take quitters in this here army! Clean yourselves up and get back at it! On the double, move it!\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Dungeon cores are gem like beings that use magic to build a dungeon around themselvs. They feed on the emotions of those who enter. Most Decide that fear, sadness, and loss are the easiest food source, and so make traps and monsters to reflect that. This dungeon decided that lust tates better" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Three… no, four warm bodies stepped over the threshold. I turned my attention to the entrance, observing my visitors through the eyes of an engraving on the wall. They were all female; adventurers, by their disparity in race, clothing and armaments. One, tall with long blonde hair, wore a grey cloak and carried a staff. Another, green-skinned with a black braid and tusks protruding from her lower lip, bore a maul over her plate-armored shoulder. A head of brown curls stood at half the height of the others and scanned the corridor carefully, thumbing a dagger in her bandolier. Bringing up the rear was a short, pointy-eared girl in a white robe, freckled and redheaded, clutching tightly at the pendant around her neck.\n\n\n*Ah… fresh meat.*\n\n\nI sent energy surging through hidden channels, readying the traps along the first floor\n\n\n-----\n\n\n“Did you hear that?” Avel asked, holding up a hand. The others paused in their chatting and looked down at the little halfling rogue, expressions turning serious.\n\n\n“Hear what?” Tam said nervously, fingering the holy symbol around her neck and glancing around.\n\n\n“I’m… not sure. Kind of a humming noise.” Avel’s brow furrowed as she studied the walls carefully. “Nobody move.”\n\n\nThere was a low groan of stone on stone, then a thick slab came crashing down over the entrance with a deafening thud, making them all flinch and step away. After a few shocked moments of stillness, Olivia murmured arcane words and raised her staff, casting the blue-tinged glow of wizard’s light over the walls to compensate for the sudden absence of daylight.\n\n\n“Who fuckin’ moved?” Dolai growled, hefting her maul.\n\n\n“Cool it, Dol,” Avel said firmly. “Nobody moved. I was watching.”\n\n\n“What the fuck happened, then?”\n\n\n“I think this place lives up to the rumors.” Avel took a deep breath, quelling the tremor of fear in her chest. “Keep a sharp eye out. I won’t be able to sense traps if they’re triggered remotely like this.”\n\n\n“Are- Are we just gonna keep going?” Tam stammered, looking to each of the party.\n\n\n“There is little else we can do,” Olivia said quietly, touching a hand to the nervous cleric’s arm. “None of us could easily reopen the way through force, and we came here for a reason, after all.”\n\n\n“I wasn’t planning on retreating,” Dolai said, shouldering her weapon and turning away from the blocked doorway. “Let’s go.”\n\n\n*Yes… come deeper.*\n\n\n------\n\n\nA short thing I came up with and realized I had no clue how to continue. I’m looking to write some things outside my normal repertoire, so I’d like to hear people's ideas on what happens next. I can't promise it'll happen, but hit me with whatever you want to see!" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Girls no longer develop breasts during puberty and are inherently flat chested. But between age of 18 and 20 consuming cum will slightly increase the size of their breasts. Most girls make it to an A or B cup, but you dream of something much larger." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "“Alright Pi’s!” Rachel shouted from the front of the room, “who’s ready for ‘Pi Eta Delta’?!” Cheers erupted from the other 16 flat chested freshman pledges. For decades, the sorority women of my sorority, Pi Upsilon Sigma, were known to be the largest busted girls on campus. By the time she turned 20, no Pi woman had ever been below a C cup; the vast majority were D’s and there were a few larger than that. The Pi’s secret to success had been simple. Every year all the freshmen girls (and any older members who didn’t quite have the results they wanted) walked to the nearby fraternity, Delta Iota Kappa, with the simple idea of sucking as many dicks as possible in a night. \n\nRachel had been one of the most successful Pi’s. Her chest commanded the attention of the room. The freshman listened eagerly to her words about “knee pads” and “working through the taste”, hoping to be half as successful as she had been. The only person’s attention she didn’t have was mine. I was fixated on her curve of her tits, envying the deep crease in her cleavage, and far too focused on how I was going to surpass her. The hard part of growing your tits was never knowing how much semen you had to drink, but today I was taking no chances. \n\n“Just so you ladies aren’t shocked when we get there,” Rachel continued. “There’s not going to be any foreplay involved. You’re going to walk into that room and see hundreds of penises. Don’t overthink it, don’t worry about how cute the guy is, just grab a dick and start sucking. When he finishes get him out of the way so you can take on the next one. Any questions?” Silence. “No? Alright, let’s go!”\n\nThe girls let out one last cheer and we quickly marched to the Delta’s house. We walked through the front door into the house’s massive front room and saw exactly what Rachel told us we would see; dicks. The guys were shoulder to shoulder and every one of them had their penises out in various states of arousal. Big ones, small ones, circum and uncircumcised ones. Guys with lots of hair, guys with neat trim and a few who were completely clean. Regardless what happened with my boobs, I was certain no penis’s appearance would ever surprise me again.\n\n“Okay Pi’s,” Rachel said. “Get to work!” All of us scrambled to the nearest guys we could. I had eyed a penis to the side of the room that looked on the smaller side and ran to start with him. No reason to gag myself without some warmup. I dropped down in-front of him, ran my tongue from the base of his balls up to the tip of his shaft, wrapped my lips around his head and took him in my mouth. I let it sit there a moment while I worked some saliva up in my mouth to get it nice and wet, then started bobbing my head back and forth, working my tongue along the underside of his head and making sure to give a little extra suck as I pulled back.\n\nThe next two nearest cocks were larger. I made eye contact with their owners while I my head bobbed back and forth and gestured them to come over. They obliged and as soon as they were in reach I gave their dicks a quick wet suck to lubricate them and started jerking them off while I went back to the first guy. It didn’t take him much longer. I felt his cock tense in my mouth and took him as deep as I could. Warm cum fired from his penis and hit the back of my throat. Once he quit cumming I gave him a last suck to make sure nothing went to waste and then sent him on his way. \n\nAnother penis was immediately in front of me and I wasted no time getting started on him. Not long after the guy on my left said he was going to cum. I changed my attention over to him and finished him off with my mouth. “Me too!” an exasperated voice called from my right. I barely got my mouth over him in time to take his load. I started back to sucking the newest dick and took two new ones in my hand. Furiously, I jacked them off and it didn’t take long until one grew taut in my hand. I shifted to try and swallow him but he was to quick. A thick stream of cum hit me in the face. My tongue lapped at his dick trying to get more out of him but he was spent. “Fuck it, sperms sperm,” I thought. I scooped what I could off my face and ate it, sucking all I could off my fingers. \n\nMy anitcs had garnered more attention than I had anticipated. More cocks hovered around my head. Some were waiting their turn but others were being massaged by their owners. I looked up from the circle of meat that had enclosed me and smiled. “Let me have it boys,” I said. It was like chum to a school of sharks. Everyone started working their cocks, some fast and some slow. I tried to help as many as I could but more and more joined until all I could do was lie down and accept their tributes. Again and again semen splattered against my caked skin and I hurriedly tried to gather and eat as much of it as I could. I took my shirt off to give the boys something else to aim at and immediately my chest and stomach were covered as well. Again and again and again the men orgasmed on me. \n\nEventually their numbers dwindled and the other girls and I gathered ourselves up. We all looked like we had been through a trauma. Girl’s makeup was running and smeared, all of their hair was in a mess from men grabbing them and forcing them onto their cocks. But amid the dishelved appearance was satisfied smile of jobs well done and knowing they had earned at least a cup size breast increase. I looked the worst though. I barely remember being wrapped in someone’s coat and walked back to the sorority house. Rachel, I think, took me to the shower and helped clean the semen that had crusted itself on me. Then I went to bed and slept for what felt like days. \n\nWhen I woke up the next afternoon, the whole thing seemed like a make-believe memory. All the penis, all the cum, the constant barrage of it didn’t seem possible. But I remembered what it was for! Excitedly I grabbed my chest and felt two massive boobs on *my* body. I looked down to see two, must have been D at that time, breasts attached to me. My small pink nipples were perfectly placed on the front of them. I ran my hands over them, testing their weight and feel, even pinching my nipples a little to test their sensitivity (they felt good, if you were wondering). It had been worth it. One Pi Eat Delta session and I was already one of the bigger girls in the sorority. The best part was I was still 18. There were still two whole years for me to get even bigger.\n\n--------------------------------------------------------------------------\nConstructive criticism appreciated." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Once the aliens learned our DNA was compatible, they quickly realized that the best way to save their dying species was to make themselves as sexually attractive and available as possible. And when not possible, to take surrogates." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Aliens really had no interest in our little blue ball of water and dirt. It's why they didn't visit us, why they hid their existence from our probes into space. A few abductions and probes were made when they first discovered us, but nothing important, just enough to start conspiracy theories.\n\n​\n\nAll of that changed when their species started to die out. For some reason, their own biology started to become incompatible between the genders. It certainly didn't help that their male population had been dwindling for some time. Their scientists couldn't possibly figure out what was causing the genetic divergence. It was then that a female that the scientific community considered entirely lunatic turned up pregnant. With a human's child.\n\n​\n\nOpen season was declared on humans. It started out pretty straight forward. Luitha women came down in droves, reading earthly fashion magazines, getting plastic surgery, propositioning human men. It wasn't enough, nor could simple changes like that ever be. Don't get me wrong, most Luitha are actually pretty attractive to start with. It was just that only the most wealthy or desperate could afford to come to Earth. A large black market developed, first for semen, then for human slaves. Even the few Luitha that came to Earth for themselves started trafficking in humans, the demand impossible to fill. Not just men, women were targeted as well. Apparently they needed women to carry surrogate pregnancies or for their male population. \n\n​\n\nUnlike so many others, I've gone into a form of hiding. Stories appear on the net, talking about how wonderful the Luitha are to their humans. How their bodies have been tailored by bio-engineering to bring out maximum pleasure. God how those swaying jugs filled with aphrodisiac haunt my dreams. The horrifically beautiful women prowl the streets, looking to take anyone willing to fuck them. It isn't like they are outright abducting people... It's just that anyone that sticks it in one of them never wants to leave. Another aspect of their \"engineered for pleasure\" bodies I'm sure. \n\n​\n\nI make my way to the store, avoiding them as much as possible. If I even look at one of them the wrong way, they might interpret that as consent. Who am I kidding? If I get within five feet of one of those sex machines I'll gladly stick my dick into her. It's so hard to not look, to not walk up and say \"Hey\" like I'm some master seducer. I know better though. I know that I would end up like those bones on that one episode of \"Futurama\". \"Death by Snu Snu\", completely sucked dry. Never getting to actually enjoy myself as a person. Just an endless run of sex until death.\n\n​\n\nNo. Thanks.\n\n​\n\nIt isn't like I don't enjoy sex, I just want to actually have my freedom. I want to have more in life than an endless line of beautiful women eager to fuck me. I know how that sounds, really. Just hear me out. Who wants that to be the ONLY thing they have in life? To never read another comic? Never watch another movie? Never even know the names of the literally hundreds of women you've impregnated? Or the names of any one of your several hundred kids?\n\n​\n\nI'm not the only one that thinks so. There are still plenty of humans left around here. People that didn't want to break up their marriages. People afraid of the scary blue-skinned women. People like me, who know they don't want a life of nothing but sex. \n\n​\n\nI finally make my way into the store. Luckily there are no Luitha in sight. Ones that try to harass you while you shop are the worst. Hell, I used to know a few good police officers that stopped them from doing that. Most of them succumbed to their baser natures and disappeared. At least they made the legal point in that one. Lot of good it does when people continue to go missing \"of their own volition\". Bah. I continued to gather up my groceries in peace before making my way to the check-out. \n\n​\n\nOut of the corner of my eye, I saw one. A Luitha woman on the prowl. That's why I ran into the poor girl. She was cute, I could tell that much from her slim but shapely curves alone. Nothing like the sex goddesses that prowled the streets looking to abduct me. \n\n​\n\n\"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!\" I said to her. I looked over my shoulder at the abductress as I offer my hand to help the girl up. \"I was a bit distracted, trying to avoid one of \\*them\\*.\" I help pull the girl up, and turn to see tears on her face. On her cute little blue face. \n\n\"We aren't all evil you know!\" She sniffles out.\n\nShit. \n\nI think I'm in love. " } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A monkeypaw’s wish: You will be given the massive boobs of your dreams, but your best friend becomes flat" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"You won't believe what happened tonight!\" She yelled excitedly as soon as Alex picked up the phone. \"I met this old creepy woman and she said she would give me a wish, I was a little drunk so I just wished for bigger boobs. And guess what, IT CAME TRUE! I've got like, D-cups I think. Its amazing! I'm sending you a picture.\"\n\n\"O-okay.\" The reply came confused. \"Something changed for me too.\"\n\n\"What changed?\" She asked as she got a good selfie angle lined up and snapped the photo.\n\n\"I'll just show you.\" \n\nShe waited for a few seconds before the picture popped up on her phone. There were practically no curves on the body, in fact the entire torso was washboard flat.\n\n\"Ummm Alex?... where did you stomach go? And your man boobs?\"\n\n*I mean if the best friend is a guy it can kind of be an extra blessing right?*" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "You and your friend have an agreement that whenever you two run into eachother in public, you HAVE to have sex there. Sometimes you have to be creative to keep from being caught." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "The caption on the snap photo simply said 'Gotcha.' Debbie groaned as she looked at the picture of herself, in the chair she was currently occupying. She closed the app then started to look for the bathroom.\n\n\"Is something the matter?\" her mom asked. She gave Debbie her patented Motherly-Comfort-Gaze^(TM), while she kept her hands warm around the coffee mug. \"How are your finals going?\"\n\n\"It's good, mom, I'm almost done,\" Debbie said, craning her neck. She spotted the hallway in the back of the cafe. \"I'll be right back.\" Did didn't look, but Debbie knew that her mom was staring at her as she made her way to the bathroom.\n\nThe women's room was locked. Debbie sighed and knocked on the door, repeating their secret pattern. She heard the doorknob jangle and then saw Rachel's devious face grinning inside. She stepped back and let Debbie enter before locking the door behind her.\n\n\"My *mom* is here with me!\" Debbie pleaded. \"I can't do this right now.\"\n\nRachel played with Debbie's straight red hair. \"Aw, I love it when you're pouty. It makes your freckles even brighter.\"\n\nDebbie closed her eyes and focused on the sensation of Rachel's fingers sliding from her hair to her cheek. Her girlfriend knew how to press all her buttons, in the right sequence, deploying her troops and launching the nukes, until she was a sopping wet mess. \"Armageddon,\" she muttered.\n\n\"What?\" Rachel asked.\n\n\"The safe word is Armageddon,\" Debbie replied, then leaned in to kiss her. They embraced passionately, feeling the heat rise between them. Rachel slowly guided Debbie backwards until her ass hit the handicap support bar. \n\nRachel knelt down and pulled Debbie's black panties off and Debbie lifted her summer dress propping a leg onto the toilet seat. Rachel cupped her ass cheeks and nuzzled into Debbie's warm pussy.\n\n\"Oh, fuck, \" Debbie moaned, as Rachel's nose ran up and down her slit. It was the soft teasing that made her feel so hot. Debbie began to lift and drop on the bar, pushing and pulling from Rachel's touch. Rachel's nose ran circles over her clit and Debbie held her head against her mound. Rachel waited until she knew Debbie was done with teasing. Then, using the flat of her tongue, she licked her from stem to stern. \n\n\"Fuck, yes, right there!\" Debbie gasped. She could feel her toes curling in her shoes as Rachel ate her wet pussy. Her long tongue darted into her entrance, then lavished her clit with its juices. Debbie could feel it getting closer, her hips rocking into Rachel's face.\n\nThere were a series of knocks on the door. \"Debbie? Are you in there?\" \n\n\"Armageddon! Armageddon!\" Debbie whispered harshly, slapping Rachel's shoulder. \n\nRachel looked up with a grin that went ear to ear. She stood and slowly approached the door. Debbie was petrified. She knew Rachel loved to play, and sometimes didn't know how to draw boundaries.\n\n\"Um, it's occupied, ma'am,\" Rachel said. \"Sorry.\"\n\n\"Oh okay,\" Debbie's mom said from the other side of the door. \"Thank you.\"\n\nDebbie's heart was beating a mile a minute, her breathing, jagged. \"Jesus Christ, that was close.\"\n\n\"Are you okay?\" Rachel asked, petting her.\n\n\"Yeah, I just need to catch my brea-\"\n\nRachel didn't let her finish, plunging two fingers up Debbie's pussy. Her muscles pulsed around them, pulled them in as she began to pump with rapid strokes. She knew where Debbie was most sensitive, and Debbie buried her face in Rachel's chest as she came hard. \n\nDebbie held onto Rachel's shoulders for support as her legs felt like jelly. She eased herself onto the toilet seat, the convulsions subsiding. \n\nRachel washed her hands then unlocked the door. She made sure the hallway was clear before she opened the door wider. As she left Debbie in the bathroom, she looked back and gave her finger guns. \"Say hi to your mother for me,\" she said with a grin.\n\n***\n\nA short one. Comments and feedback are welcome." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Just as you are trying to jack off, your penis begins shrinking and morphs into a vagina." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Usually I was the luckiest guy in the world. I had a generally good life capped by the fact that my girlfriend was an absolutely insatiable, sexually dominant, curvaceous goddess of a woman. On a normal weekend we would fuck for hours, sometimes just the two of us, and sometimes with other partners included as well. She especially loved wearing lingerie and teasing the hell out of me but never letting me cum until I had permission. That was a normal weekend, but this was this weekend. \n\n​\n\nShe was on a spa trip with three of her girlfriends and before she left she made me promise not to touch myself at all. She reminded me that my cock was her property and I wasn't to use it in her absence. The way she stared deep into my eyes when she said those words left me shaking. Whenever she locked eyes with me I found it nearly impossible to look away. There was just a power in those eyes that held you.\n\n​\n\nEven though I couldn't jack off, she was still intent on teasing the hell out of me. She sent me a picture of her and all her friends posing at the airport. I'm pretty certain she picked that high selfie angle specifically to show off the amount of cleavage she had spilling out of her tanktop. I got another selfie of her in the airplane bathroom with her shorts partly pulled down exposing a pair of tight black lacy boys shorts that were my absolute favorite on her. The accompanying message was, \"Didn't get searched by security, too bad, this would have made his day,\"\n\n​\n\nThe final straw though was one she sent me after they'd gotten to the spa. It was her lying completely naked on a towel in the sauna. Every inch of her perfect body was exposed as she reclined with water droplets running down her smooth skin. What really got me wasn't just how amazing she looked, it was clear a friend of hers must have taken it. She was now recruiting her girlfriends in teasing me too!\n\n​\n\nIf she wasn't going to play fair, then I figured I was within my rights to be a little bratty when it came to our deal. I figured if I just got off once then I could take the teasing for the rest of the weekend plus she'd never know right? I sat down at my computer, pulled my shorts and underwear down, and opened some of the pictures from the boudoir photo shoot my girlfriend had done for me as a birthday present a little while back.\n\n​\n\nAll the teasing had me pretty hard already which is why I was surprised that the second I actually reached for my dick, it started to soften a bit. I clicked through a few more pictures and found my favorite, my girlfriend on all fours with that bubble butt of hers facing the camera and a 'come and get me' look on her face. This pic did it for me every time, but now I was completely soft.\n\n​\n\nMy phone buzzed, I reached for it and saw it was a message from my girlfriend, \"All of us are so horny for our partners back home. If you were here, I'd tie you down and you'd have four women with their hands and mouths all over you,\" I moaned a little and ran my hand down to my crotch but as I tried to grab my cock with that image in mind I found it shrinking even smaller. \n\n​\n\nI looked down and my cock was maybe only an inch or so long now. As I looked closer I realized that my balls had vanished entirely, in their place were folds that looked exactly like a vulva. Before my eyes, my penis shrank a little more and nestled between some of the new skin. My cock had become my clit and suddenly I had a vagina. I stood up from the table and went to pull my underwear up so I could go figure out what just happened, but my underwear weren't mine anymore. Instead I found myself pulling up lacy black boys shorts that fit perfectly over my new pussy.\n\n​\n\nMy phone buzzed again. I fumbled for it and saw it was my girlfriend again with a long message, \"Rules are rules love. You promised not to touch your cock and I made it quite clear that it belongs to me. I don't mind though since I'd been bragging to my friends about how amazing your cock was and now I can show them first hand. Enjoy trying to get satisfaction from my pussy though. I promise the more you masturbate the hornier you'll get. It's something I've had to live with for years so now you get it for a weekend. Don't worry too much though. I'll message our friend Jess. Whenever we have her over she is incredible at eating me out and I'm certain she'll do you the same courtesy.\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": ": You are a completely normal party of adventurers, with one problem: Your bard won't stop seducing, screwing and impregnating everything possible along the way." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "We are The Joes because we are an average party of adventures. That was our joke when we teamed up in that tavern all those months ago. Since then, we've tackled goblins and kobolds, gnolls and orcs, corrupt guards and undead rising from their graves. Typical adventure stuff. \n\n What's more is we don't have anyone that doesn't fit the bill. A dwarven paladin of Dumathoin, complete with full plate and a large mallet. A human fighter with a tragic past and mixed moral code. The halfling rogue that always seems to have his fingers in other people's pockets. A gnome wizard with a quirky attitude and matter of fact demeanor. We had a dexy, elven ranger that could put Robin Hood to shame with a bow, but she's on maternity leave. Which brings me to the half-elf bard.\n\nHe's your typical bard and really that's the problem. He's more concerned with looking good and convincing women to touch his dick than he is with actually being a party face. Do you want to know why goblins and kobolds don't go extinct via adventures? Mainly because bards keep fucking them. With bardic magics, he can go and go and go. A one man bukkake. A reverse gang bang. \n\nOh, you think we thwarted the orcish invasion? No, no, our bard made sure to seduce their high priestess and she made a show of why it was the wrong time to invade based on the stars or whatever. I honestly don't know who was more disappointed, the orcish war lords or our paladin. I don't even want to bring up the gnolls. It's borderline beastiality.\n\nAnd that's how it has gone. Guards? You'd be amazed at how quick a gay affair will have a guard captain relieved of duty. Undead? Is fucking a lich sorceress considered necrophilia? Oh, and there's countless tavern wenches, farmer's daughters, maidens of the night... And here we are, going to 'slay' a dragon. Bahamut give me strength, I think I might find out how my people came about first hand. \n\nOh, you wonder why he hasn't died of syphilis? Apparently that falls under my clerical duties. Like I said, we are an average party." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "New job at the lingerie store for men only" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "With a starting pay of $25/hr, I should've known something was up. \n\nThe add was looking for a *young, confident man* for a part-time position in *quality assurance* at a local lingerie store. Having just finished my political science degree a few weeks earlier (and realizing I had no desire to enter the realm of political work), I was just looking for some steady income while I gave my mind a rest and figured out my next step in life; I needed something noncommittal, and the add made it sound like the most I would be doing is testing g-strings for elasticity or ensuring the structural soundness of bra-clips—I was wrong.\n\n\"Are you single?\" asked the young woman, who introduced herself as *V*, on the other side of the desk.\n\nI was taken back a bit but I assumed she was only flirting with me, \"That's a strange first question to ask during an interview.\"\n\nA strand of her long red hair fell over her green eyes and danced around her lips as she leaned forward and laughed; her thin black dress exposed much of her breasts, and she gently pushed her hair back as she smiled at me. She was absolutely gorgeous, and she knew it. \n\n\"Well,\" she said, still smiling at me like she caught me staring at her from across the room at a party. \"That's the most important question of the interview, because if the answer is *no* then you probably won't be able to do your job.\"\n\n\"I'm single, but what does that have to do with quality assurance?\" I asked, smiling back stupidly. \n\nShe stood up and made her way around the desk; the short dress only covering her purple panties after she lazily adjusted it halfway over to me. \n\n\"How about I give you the tour so you can see for yourself?\" she held out a pale, perfect hand close to my shoulder, and I took it without hesitation. \n\nShe showed me around the back where they receive shipments, the break-room, and some offices; everything was normal, aside from her insanely attractive coworkers eyeing me up and down, but I just figured that was normal for a lingerie shop and that I had landed any single guy's dream job just out of college. \n\nWe walked around to the sales floor, and I honestly was having a hard time focusing while she showed me the different sections and introduced me to a few more staff members—my eyes were struggling to look at anything except her butt bouncing in her dress. \n\n\"And over here are the fitting rooms,\" she spun gracefully around, grinning at me and pointing to the neon pink sign just above a narrow hall that served as the changing area.\n\n\"Right, but I'm probably not allowed anywhere near there,\" I laughed, ready to be taken back to the office now that the tour was complete. \n\n\"Actually, this is where you'll be spending most of your time on the clock,\" she held out her hand to me again, but I was reluctant to take it this time. She came a little closer and spoke just above a whisper, \"It's ok, follow me.\"\n\nShe held my hand tightly as she led me quickly down the dimly lit hall, bouncing a bit as she strolled. Rows of changing room doors lined the hall, but it went on for quite some time; the lights dimmed into vibrant purples and pinks as we went deeper, and the bass from the house music playing over the shop's speakers was much heavier now—I felt like I was walking into a night-club or a rave. \n\nFinally, we reached the end of the hall. The rows of changing room doors had ended some thirty feet ago, and a lone, deep blue door stood directly in front of us. \n\nShe let my hand go, smirking over her shoulder at me as she slowly opened the door; bright white lights clawed out of the room and into the dark hallway, and she faced me as she backed through the entryway—her perfect body silhouetted in the light as she beckoned me in with one finger. \n\nI followed slowly, my heart racing as I crossed the threshold and she gently shut the door behind me. \n\nThe bass from the other side was muffled now, barely audible in the silent room. In the middle of the room's darkly colored tile floor sat a large, comfortable looking black chair; the wall behind the chair was one massive mirror, and I watched V creep around me in the reflection; there was a huge, purple couch off to the right, and to the left were three long wall-hanging shelves. It wasn't until my eyes adjusted and I was able to identify the shelves' contents that I started to understand what this job actually was. \n\nVarious lotions, condoms, a few boxy, polaroid looking pink cameras, candles, hand-sanitizer, neatly folded hand towels, a robe, and some bottles of water. \n\n\"So,\" V had plopped down in the big chair now, her long, smooth legs crossed and completely free from the length of her dress, and she spread her arms wide as if presenting the room to me. \"What do you think?\n\n\"I think I misunderstood what the add meant by *quality assurance*,\" the words fell out of my mouth as I walked over to the shelves and examined their contents. \n \n\"Do you know what I want you to do?\" she said in a way that made my face flush, and I looked back at her—her foot dangling playfully in its black heel. \n\n\"What?\" I managed to choke out. \n\nShe rose slowly from the chair, her dress slipping back down over her thighs, and she gestured for me to sit. I felt myself move automatically, falling clumsily into the seat, and she leaned in close—her hands on the armrests as she whispered in my ear. \n\n\"In this room, you'll have total control.\"\n\nAnother deep-house tune crept into the room just as I was smacked with the lovely scent of her neck. She bounced back up and gestured towards the right armrest. \n\nA built-in screen that I hadn't noticed before was now illuminated, and on it was some kind of control system. There were icons for music, lights, temperature, and others I failed to identify before her voice commanded my attention again. \n\n\"Your job will be to ensure that the women who enter this room understand just how sexy they are,\" she was moving lazily to the soft music as she spoke, reaching her hands above her head and running each up and down her arms. \n\nI noticed now that on either side of the door there were racks for clothes, \"So, I'll be helping them pick out lingerie and... what? Taking their pictures?\" I motioned towards the polaroids. \n\nV laughed, dancing as she made her way to the shelves. \n\n\"Sure, that'll be part of it—*if that's what you think they need,*\" she grabbed one of the cameras and slid onto one of the chair's armrests, throwing one arm around my neck and raising the camera above us. The camera snapped, and the mechanical gears moaned as the picture slid out. \"What's important is that you help them realize that they're special.\" \n\nShe reached down and slid the fuzzy picture into my pant pocket, coming dangerously close to an erection I doubt I was hiding at this point. \n\n\"You'll be helping them into lingerie, helping them see how beautiful they look in it, *and helping them out of it if that's what you both want*.\"\n\nI looked over towards the condoms and lotion, barely processing at this point, \"You want me to have sex with them?\" \n\n\"Not necessarily,\" she placed the camera back down on the shelves and came back to me, sliding gently down onto my lap and putting an arm around my shoulders, \"I want you to do whatever the both of you want to; if that just means showering her with compliments and snapping some photos for her to take home, then so be it—whatever happens after that is between you and her.\"\n\nShe was still moving her hips to the music, and I let my hand move gently up and down one of her legs. \n\n\"So,\" her face was close to mine, and I could feel her breath on my nose as she whispered softly. \"Any questions?\"\n\n\"Just one,\" I gathered myself, taking a breath and making my move. \"Shouldn't you do a trial run to be sure I'm fit for the job?\" \n\nShe giggled playfully, her nose tickling mine, \"Young, attractive, and you've just checked off *confident*.\" \n\nOur lips had nearly met as she spoke into mine, but she pushed me back and slid off the chair—now moving her body tantalizingly inches from me. She let a hand fall down to the chair's control screen, and the vibration of the music built up a bit as the bright lights finally dimmed to match the ambience of the dark hallway. \n\n\"Tell me,\" her hands were moving all about her body, tugging at the hem of her dress and toying with its straps on her beautiful shoulders. \"Do you find me attractive?\"\n\n\"You have no idea.\" \n\n\"Then make me understand,\" her red hair whipped around as she spun, and all I wanted was her back in my lap as she teased me. \n\n\"I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you since I walked in,\" I tried to stand, but she pushed me gently back down, beaming dangerously through the hair over her face. \n\n\"The heat you make me feel is unreal,\" I said as I leaned forward, lifting her dress as she turned around and backed closer to me. \"It's like your hair is a fire on a cold, starless night, and I can't help but be drawn to it—I want to bury myself in its flames, even if I know I'll get burned.\"\n\nShe was letting me pull her to me now, and we were both breathing heavily as she moved in a deep, slow rhythm on my lap.\n\n\"When you touch me, I'm radiating, and all I want is for you to take off that dress that doesn't do your body one ounce of justice.\"\n\nHer back was flat against me now, her heels barely touching the floor; one hand running through my short, thick curls; another tugging at my shirt, her fingers clawing at my abs. \n\n\"But most of all, your eyes,\" I pulled her face softly to mine with one hand as the other felt around those purple panties that had been teasing me all day. \"They're a jade green I could never resist, a chill to the bone amidst all that fire.\"\n\nMy fingers had just reached her clit and our lips had met for a split second when she tore herself away.\n\n\"Well, then,\" she sighed loudly as she tugged her dress back down. \"You're hired!\" \n\nShe winked and licked her lips as she left, and I came for my first of many times in that room to her polaroid." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Her husband should have been home by now. She'd put her slave collar on, tied herself up VERY securely, and put the vibe inside her to 'tease' mode, making it impossible to cum. But he had an emergency at work..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Nadine was quite the perfectionist and left very little to chance. That made it sting so much harder when it all went horribly awry.\n\nIn the mid-afternoon she sent her husband an innocuous text: Hey honey, will you be home by 6? Her husband confirmed a few minutes later. She Murmured \"alright\" to herself and started her preparations. She practised her rope ties one last time on the short length on the dining room table: one self-tightening tie for the bedposts, one slightly loose and safe knot for her limbs. \n\nShe went to the bedroom, and set the thermostat to a comfy 26 degrees Celsius so she did not have to freeze in what little she planned to wear. The items were already waiting for her on the freshly made bed. Thigh length fishnet stockings, leather stiletto heels, arm sleeves that left the shoulders free, and only covered the hands partially with an elegant thin strip connecting them to the middle finger, tight latex panties, and of course the main attraction: A leather corset. All items in the deepest black, polished to perfection.\n\nShe licked her lips in anticipation, and started to dress up. Off came the shower robe, and on went the kinky gear. Putting on a corset by herself was not trivial, but she already had some practise, and when she was done a few minutes later it constricted her into an impressive hourglass figure. The other items did not give her any trouble, though she had to concentrate to walk in these shoes. They really were only for show, but they came with sexy lacing that prevented them from coming off in the heat of the moment. She could not help but smile in pride at her picture in the mirror. White skin, black leather, and a bed under a blood-red duvet behind her. Clichés are there for a reason. Her glee took only a small hit when she checked her ropes. They were somewhat assorted in colour and shape, and she needed quite a few of them. It would have to do.\n\nFor the next ten minutes, she strutted around the bed, and tied a decent length of rope to every corner and two to both sides in a pattern of exact thirds. Her preparations complete, she took two phallic objects from the bed stand where they had been waiting. A medium sized butt-plug, and a programmable vibrator that her husband had gifted her a while back. It was fully charged, good for at least two hours on full power, and much longer on a lower setting. She carefully spread a thin coat of lube on both items, and inserted them into herself, giving a tiny moan of discomfort as her holes stretched to accommodate the items. The plug in particular gave her some difficulty before she got it in place. It was rather new, bigger than her last one, and she had only used it once before. Then she pulled her panties up fully, locking them in place.\n\nShe knelt on the bed and got to tying herself up. First both legs, one rope per knee, and one rope per ankle, spreading her legs wide open. The second knee took quite a while to get done, with her unable to sit comfortably, and the plug pushing deep into her. She was just glad she had not started the vibe yet.\n\nThen she prepared the nooses for her wrists. One of them was a standard tie, but the one on her dominant hand was just a fairly simple self-cinching loop with a carefully chosen minimum size (large enough to not hurt her, small enough to not let her escape). It had taken her a couple free days to perfect the setup. \n\nBut before she sealed her fate, she reached down into her latex panties, and after she got over the fact how wet she had become already, she searched for the small button on the vibrator to start it. Immediately it started humming, barely noticeable. Then she put her phone near her right hand, and slipped the rope over her wrist. Nadine hesitated. If she pulled her arm now, she would not be able to get free. Had she left the stove on? The key in the door? She took a deep breath; Or rather tried, the corset making this very difficult, and called herself a pussy.\n\nWith one quick movement, the rope cinched itself. She was now completely helpless. Just the thought of it sent shivers down her spine. She was completely stuck unless someone helped her. She grabbed her phone, and with one thumb opened messenger.\n\n Hey hon! Come home soon! Miss u! xoxoxo\n\nShe wrote, then leaned back on the soft mattress, feeling the vibrator inside herself buzz teasingly. She had downloaded a \"teasing\" program, and it would come and go until the battery was gone. Nadine knew it would not let her cum, but it would turn her ravenous and desperate.\n\nHer phone beeped:\n\n Sorry Babe! Will take a few more minutes! Be with you soon!\n\n\"Fuck,\" she cursed under her breath.\n\n Plz come soon! I want u!!!\n\nCertainly that would do. It took a few minutes for a reply to show up:\n\n I am very sorry, but something's come up. \n Might take an extra thirty minutes or so. \n Sorry!!!\n\nShe checked the clock. One hour extra meant that he would probably skip rush hour at least, and only turn her planned thirty minutes torture into one hour. Again she tried and failed to take a deep breath. She wrote back:\n\n Alrite i wait.\n\nShe put the phone down on the mattress, and relaxed. Her clit was throbbing. She tried to breathe deeply to relax, but the corset prevented it. Her ass felt incredibly full, she regretted not having used the small plug. And the vibe kept happily pulsate inside her cunt, now having found an off-on pattern. Ten minutes later her throat was dry, and she was quietly moaning to herself. She felt a trickle of sweat slide down her back. She had been denied and edged for longer, but she knew she was nearing the point where fun turned into light torture.\n\nShe wrote again:\n\n Soon?\n\nIt took minutes for him to answer:\n\n No, sorry, darling. This will take much longer. \n A customer dropped half their database.\n\nShe dry swallowed. She wasn't completely clear on what that meant, but it did not sound good.\n\n how longf?\n\n Really sorry.\n Eat without me.\n Won't be home until 11 or so.\n\n NO!! neeed u!!!!1\n\n Sorry babe, really nothing I can do about it. \n This is super bad.\n\n plzzzzãzz!!\n\nShe could not be bothered to try to fix typing mistakes happening from mashing her screen too much.\n\n Everything okay?\n\n yes......but want u \n\nShe did not want to worry him, but after a few minutes she had an idea: She switched the camera to selfie-mode to send him a picture of herself, making him change his priorities. Angling the phone to take a nice shot of herself was difficult, and as she stretched and squirmed she felt her grip on the phone slip. With panicked eyes, she watched the phone fall back to the mattress, then bounce and slip, and clatter to the floor.\n\n\"FUUUUCK\" she screamed. She immediately tried to pull herself free, and then cursed herself for never half-assing anything. She slammed her head onto the mattress a couple times before calming down again.\n\nShe did not want to admit it, but knowing she was royally fucked only made it hotter. The vibrator had worked itself up to a nice speed, and if it continued for a couple minutes, she would probably be able to cum. But did she want to? It would mean she'd have to suffer post-orgasm torture, and she really did not want that. After a couple minutes the frustration had convinced her: She'd try to cum anyway, consequences be damned. She closed her yes and gave into the buzzing between her legs, focusing on how hot it felt, how the panties held the wetness in place. She did some kegel exercises, pushing and pulling on both toys inside of her, with the latex panties pushing them back in. She even managed to fuck herself with the plug, and it felt amazing. She was so close. Only a little bit more...\n\nAnd that was when the pattern reset and started at a barely noticeable buzz and she was stuck, wanting to climax, but unable to. Whispering \"nonononono\" at first, but after a few minutes she just groaned and resigned herself to at least another two hours of teasing torture. She would probably be too numb to cum on the next cycle, but not too numb to want to cum every second of it. A whimper came from her lips when she realized she'd spend at least another four hours at the brink of orgasm.\n\n---\n\nKai gently put his phone down on the dinner room table, then sneaked towards the bedroom door to watch his writhing wife. He had used the back door to quietly enter the house without being noticed an hour earlier than usual, and caught his wife in the middle her preparation. There was no emergency at the office. He just enjoyed making his beautiful wife squirm. And after she could not bear it any more, he planned to fuck her and make her cum until she passed out." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A free use law is finally overturned several years after it was introduced. Now our main character is trying to adapt to the normal world again, but years of constant use have changed her..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Part 1 of ?\n\n*Lexi was on all fours getting pounded from behind by a man she had just met several minutes ago. It was just like most days, except this was one of the most disgusting old men who had approached her. She felt his huge belly push up against her as he shoved his cock inside her over and over. And it didn’t even phase her: getting fucked by some fat old man in the middle of a group of people. She felt the warm gush of cum flood her bare pussy and then everything started to fade…*\n\nThe 21 year old brunette woke up from her dream resting on a memory foam mattress and comfy pink sheets. Her alarm buzzed loudly at her side while she sleepily rolled on her side, stretching her arms and yawning a bit. Her first thought was that she needed to suck the cock of whatever man had taken her home that night, but all she saw was an empty bed beside her.\n\nLexi sighed as she realized she was in her own room, still staying in her father’s house like she had been for several weeks. She got up from bed and hopped in the shower, resisting the urge to masturbate even though she felt like she was in heat. The warm water definitely helped to wake her up a bit more, taking her back to the present moment for a least a little while.\n\nAll she had to do was look down to remind herself of the past all over again. It was right above her cute pink little pussy. An intricately drawn tattoo with just two words written on it: “Cum Dump.” Her back side had an equally classy “Fuck Toy” written in those fancy cursive letters. Lexi felt a few tears well up as she finished her shower and started to dry herself off. She knew it would take time to forget those three long years of being forced to service men, but everything was still so fresh, and her tattoo greeted her every single morning.\n\nThe curvy young girl had gotten dressed on auto pilot, and she was about to head downstairs when she finally looked down to see what she was wearing. “God damnit,” she muttered under her breath. Her brain had decided on a ladylike outfit: high heels, booty shorts that showed off her entire ass and some of her pussy, and a crop top that let her tits spill out the bottom without even covering the nipples. Lexi cursed as she quickly removed the skanky outfit, throwing on the plainest panties and bra she could find, as well as a loose-fitting t-shirt and some nice long shorts. It felt so wrong on her.\n\nAs she walked down the stairs, she had to fight the urge to tie her shirt up and show a bit of midriff, or pull her shorts down a bit to let the crack of her ass spill out. It was just a long string of urges that she had to consciously fight against, knowing that she had finally made it back to the normal world. \n\n“Hey there!” Lexi’s dad said from the breakfast counter. “Want some breakfast kid?” It was a little less awkward than when she had first moved back into his house a few weeks ago, but Lexi still felt like he was judging her, expecting her to act like her slutty old self at any time. \n\nLexi forced a smile as best she could. She knew he was doing his best given the circumstances. “Hey dad. I’m good, just gonna head off to class. Have a good day at work!”\nThe two of them looked at each other uncomfortably for a second. She hadn’t even hugged her dad since she had come back, and she wanted to show him she was still his little girl. But then her gaze wandered down to his cock. It just lasted a second, but Lexi felt her brain run through all the ways she could pleasure her dad in that moment. So many depraved and dirty acts. It would feel so taboo and would make him so happy...\n\nLexi snapped her head toward the door and almost ran out. “B-bye!” she stammered, and she felt her heart beating like crazy. She took the time to count to 10, breathing deeply in and out to focus back on the present. She finally relaxed enough to get in her car and start driving toward the school. That kind of thing could happen with any man she came in contact with, and she still felt herself shaking with excitement just from thinking about it. But that side of her was in the past. She had the opportunity to actually live as something more than a whore. And she was going to take it." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Sarah negotiates a *reverse* FREE-USE situation with her 3 male roommates. She has a serious cum-fetish, and she expects them to fulfill her oral-fixation with cum \"on demand\", whenever and in whatever manner she dictates." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Jack's arm snaked out from under the covers and quickly silenced the buzzing of his phone's alarm. Eyes creaking open to see the time and groaning at the result. It was too fuckin' early, but also the only chance he had to get through his morning routine without being interrupted by her. Rolling onto his back he stared at the ceiling and scratched his chest absentmindedly wondering how he got himself into this. The lease was an *insane* deal. Fixed rent, free utilities, and a location that meant his commute was a breeze. What could the drawbacks possibly be?\n\nThe answer to that question came from the dull thumping against his wall from the next bedroom over and a few plaintive moans offered up just loud enough that they couldn't be ignored. He tossed his blankets to the side revealing the unabashedly naked body of man fresh from his collegiate years that still adhered rigorously to visiting his gym. If he hurried, he would be able to sneak in a quick shower.\n\n>\"Rule number one. Don't sleep with underwear on. Wear whatever you like out around the common areas, but be aware I'm free to yank it off you if I feel like it. My cravings are the worst in the mornings and at night. If I get a hankerin' I'm gonna come in and see what's on tap.\"\n\nJack tiptoed out into the hall, slipping into the bathroom and shut the door, staring at the lack of a lock on it for a moment before uttering a sigh of defeat and turning on the shower's spray. He scratched at the stubble he saw reflected in the mirror above the sink, trying to discern any footsteps in the hall over the white noise of water hitting the shower floor. After he imagined he must be in the clear he stepped on in and for a few blissful moments lost himself in the ritual of preparing for his day.\n\n>\"Rule number three. Don't touch my shampoo. I have to mix two different brands plus a specific amount of your spunk to get the shiny volume that makes my luscious locks such a joy to behold, and it's a pain to mix up more often than I have to.\"\n\nSoap was applied vigorously to a broad chest and back, only for the water to carry it away through the rivulets his muscles allowed it to pass down through. Hitting the speedbumps of his abs and at last tricking down to what was swinging between his legs. His sex life outside of what was required of him within his own home had petered off to nil. Which was a damn shame for a man that looked like him in the bustling dating market of his city. He was required to gift so many loads throughout his day that there wasn't much left over to apologetically offer any outside outlet. As such, he see-sawed between rock hard and ready and blessedly soft and recuperating multiple times throughout his day.\n\nThe application of the soap was moving lower as he tilted his face up to get a blast of the cleansing heat. Sarah was very meticulous with getting as much out as she was able on each reload, but he felt some dried remainder of the under-the-blanket blowie he had gotten last night while trying to focus on the last episode of Stranger Things. He was going to have to rewatch that, couldn't tell you anything that happened in the last half hour for the life of him.\n\n>\"Rule number seven. If you're lucky I'll use my pussy to get you most of the way there and climb off for the finale. Make it enjoyable and easy on everybody involved. Most of the time I'm going to wrap my lips around you though, and you'll just have to ride it out. I don't care if you're late to work, a date, a dentist appointment, whatever.\"\n\nJack's hands wandered lower and his cock perked up to meet them. A rare moment of some self-loving that wasn't dictated by the devious grin of the girl who barely comes up to his shoulders. How could so much sexual fury be tucked into a petite package whose raison d'être seemed to be sucking the soul out of men through their cocks? Just one of those mysteries that man was not meant to know. He mused on this and other pressing questions such as what to have for breakfast while soaping up his rapidly expanding endowment. Permitting himself a few guttural grunts of self-satisfaction as he stiffened into full form.\n\nWith his eyes closed he heard the bathroom door swing open, hold for a moment and then shut. With any luck one of his fellow male prisoners had poked their head in and then retreated when they saw this cell was already occupied. But in his heart he knew it was her. Like a predator sniffing out the weakest of the herd she had come. He didn't know how she knew, but she *knew*.\n\nHis chin tilted back down and his eyes blinked the water out of the way just as the shower door slid open enough for her to appear behind it. \"Morning Sarah.\" he grunted, trying to swing his cock around to cleanse it of the soap and hoping it will not make itself such an easy target.\n\n\"Mornin' Jack. Surprised to see you 'up' and at 'em.\" She chirped brightly. Stray splatter from her first devoured victim still clinging around her cheeks and chin, and some dropped strands resting across the gentle arch of her perky at-attention tits on her bared chest. The only clothing to be seen was some basketball shorts she had commandeered from Spence, hanging low enough off her hipbone to make it plain that any underwear was out of the question. She cocked her hip and flicked her tongue out to collect some of the leftovers, bringing it back into her mouth to chew over as she regarded his body. \"As cute as your little tush is, that's not what I came in here for. Turn around bright eyes.\" Punctuated her command with a little twirl of her finger in midair.\n\n>Rule number 12. Wanted to make it an even dozen. This is my home and you're just living in it, at a very reasonable cost I might add. My word ultimately goes. Any complaints can be brought up in an open discussion, I'm not an unreasonable woman. But everybody is going to have a lovely time if you just let the lady that knows what's best for you take charge.\n\nJack shuffled to the edge of the shower, forgoing the warm hug of the bulk of the water spray in order to present his cock to Sarah. A hefty thing, swollen from his recent attentions, with some much beleaguered balls clinging to the underside of the shaft with desire to do their duty. His ministrations just a minute ago had gotten him quite close, but now it shuddered a bit with uncertainty of how it would be treated by its new caretaker.\n\nWith practiced flexibility Sarah crouched down on her haunches, bringing her to lip-level with the latest object of her attention. Her eyes never raised to meet Jack's. The body attached to the dick was almost inconsequential. Even the shaft itself was a matter of somewhat crude conveyance. The bulge of the suckable head and the load that bubbled to the surface were the true stars of the show.\n\nSome DSLs that had earned their namesake a thousand times over engulfed his cockhead in a single push, feeling out the inches following with tentative bobs. Her tongue swirled like a tornado around every sensitive nook and cranny it could find. She had made a map of his spots, kept it like a catalogue for every phallus she gave her favor to. Sarah elevated cocksucking to an art form as her head mimicked the rocking and rolling of her tongue. This wasn't one of her long-form teases. This was a serious business sword swallowing, the kind that she resorted to when she didn't want to leave her subject in suspense for long.\n\nHappy little coos squeezed out from around the thickness she held a near vacuum seal around. The vein she knew from her cartographic expertise of Jack's johnson had begun to pulse, and a deposit was nigh. One big push and a hold. Clenching down around him, milking him with furtive shuffling of the broad side of her tongue alternating with flicks from the tip. The point of no return was passed without much ceremony and Jack braced himself against the wall and exhaled sharply. His abs tensed and then rippled, hips driving forward instinctively as he lost himself down her throat. \n\nThe first splash hit and she swallowed on instinct. As a bit more accumulated she held back, letting it pool onto and under her tongue. Barely a trickle coming out of the corner of her mouth. As the last pulsing present was left for her she gave a little tap to his thigh that was the signal he was safe to undock, leaving her mouth. A saliva coated stiffly stood out just as eager as before for just a moment before he swiveled to get the refreshing sensation of warm water washing away her hard work.\n\nLike a loaded spring Sarah popped back up to her full stature. She contemplated the taste on her palate before she swallowed. Each man had their own little accents, and it could vary from day to day. She kept a journal of emergent trends for the more pleasant aftertastes to know who to hound for fillups while they were on a good streak. Picking up her thermos of coffee from the tile floor she let some ersatz creamer dribble from her lips into the black java below before swallowing the remainder. \"That'll be all Jack.\" She said dismissively and left the bathroom with as little ceremony as she had entered.\n\nJack stayed under the spray for longer than was wholly necessary afterwards, allowing his heart rate to return to something of normality. In those few moments of clarity that followed each unburdening his mind returned to that thought he had rolled over since the first time Sarah had pounced on him while he was still bringing boxes into his room. Perhaps it wasn't such a raw deal after all. His hand went to his sensitive softening spunkspiller and he winced initially, but then an unmistakable smile took up residence on his face. \n\n---\n\nComments and critique welcome! Especially anything regarding the male perspective which is not in my usual wheelhouse." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "She returned to the quest guild naked save for her shield and the belt her sword was sheathed on. It wasn’t the first time, but it’s still embarrassing and she still had to report it. She chocked it up to her usual brand of poor luck, but at least things can’t get more embarrassing... right?" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"acidic slime?\" The counter girl asked, looking Dalra up and down. Dalra nodded eagerly, letting the girl think that her simple answer was the truth, and hoping that would be the end of it. \"Fucking perverts. I swear, every time there's a quest that specifically requests a female adventurer they claim it's because whatever monster or spirit it is won't attack females, or is invisible to males. And every time it's just some ploy to get you out to some crypt full of clothes melting slime monsters. Jeez. If you want to see a woman naked go to the brothel! Or buy a girl a glass of honeywine. Lot cheaper I'll tell you that much.\" She ranted wildldy. She was quite the animated talker, throwing her arms about as she shouted, drawing desperately unwanted attention from the other members of the guild. \n\n\"Ya. Sure. Perverts the lot of them. Do you have a...robe or something back there I could cover up with?\" Darla asked desperately, cutting the girl off before she could continue ranting. The counter girl froze, realizing w\nHer folly and tossing a grey robe out from behind the counter. Darla donned it quickly and gestured that she'd like to sign off on the quest. The counter girl presented the papers and reward, and took the forms back once completed. \n\nDarla measured out a few coins from her reward and handed it to one of the Waitresses wandering the hall. \"The usual?\" She asked with a sympathetic smile. Darla nodded and headed toward a familiar hulking form. \n\n\"So I take it the quest didn't go well?\" Hannibal asked with a knowing smirk. He didn't bother to look up from his plate to address her. And for once she was thankful for his prison taught manners. \n\n\"Demon's dead. Village is safe. As good as can be expected.\" She replied curtly. She took up the chair opposite him and waved down the waitress carrying her rum. \n\n\"No quest you turn up naked from 'wen't well' and further, I gifted you acid proof clothes after our last run in with a bile dragon. So, drop the act. What happened? Incubus?\" He chuckled. Her face flushed and she shook her head desperately. The mug hit the table and the waitress gave Hannibal a dirty look. \n\n\"Quit teasing the poor girl! She had a rough day.\" The waitress snapped. He responded with a lopsided grin and a firm hand on her behind. \n\n\"Only if you tease me instead Mara.\" He answered with a lecherous growl. She playfully swatted him and strode away towards the bar. \n\n\"You know if you keep slapping her ass like that other men are going to think she's a whore. Or at least fair game.\" Dalra quipped. Hannibal gave a boisterous laugh and slapped the table a few times. \n\n\"And if anyone but me tries to grope my wife I'll cut his arm off from accross the room\" He replied with a glint in his eye. \"Now, stop stalling. I want the gory details. Seduced by a local thief? Fire breathing dragon burn them to cinder? Sell them for carriage fare?\" \n\n\"Alright alright you perv. If you must know...I took them off at a hotspring and was attacked by a demon while in the nude. Only turns out it wasn't a demon it was the spirit guardian of the hotspring attacking me because I'm a half deamon, and that the quest was commissioned by a rival Hotspring as corporate sabotage. So when I killed it...the locals chased me out of town before I could get my clothes.\" There was silence at the table for a moment, which she knew could mean nothing good. Hannibal had tears rolling down his face, but kept his laughter in check for the moment. \n\n\"And you didn't stop and pick up clothes why?\" He asked, his smile faltering. \n\n\"Purse and pack were left at the hotspring.\" She muttered, taking a long swallow of her drink and glaring at the table. He laughed uproariously and clapped her on the shoulder with a supportive hand. \n\n\"I'll loan you a little to get by for the week, and I'll head up to the hotspring tommorow and grab your crap. Those clothes were expensive!\" He chuckled, his laughter dying down to an amused grin." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Your twin sister thinks it's cute you get erections around her and her friends. Often pointing them out to her friends to your humiliation. Never satisfied with just humiliating that way, she decides to turn up the teasing..." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "\"Okay girls, so we all know Alex always gets huge erections around us, right?\" Andrea asked the group of three girls that sat upon the couch. \n\nAvery chimed in \"oh yeah, incredibly noticeable and *super* embarrassing!\"\n\n\"For him, you mean!\" Andrea fired back, they all giggled.\n\n\"Now, I figured out there's only one thing more humiliating than getting boners around your sister.\"\n\n\"I can't think of anything more humiliating than that, what did you do, Andrea?\" Kayla asked, curiously and almost cautiously.\n\n\"Well, I took care of this particular issue, because there's one tried and true method to keep our boy from flashing his boner tent when hes around us, and that's to make it impossible for him to get an erection.\"\n\nThe girls all looked at one another with various states of confusion on their face as Andrea slipped off the chair and down the hallway.\n\n\"Oh my god....\" all three blushed, as Andrea lead her brother into the room. His eyes were surrounded and covered in a blindfold that was held firmly against his head, he struggled to walk in this state but Andrea guided him with the leash in her hands that attached to the metal collar around his neck. Her brother *attempted* to fuss, voice his displeasure, but the black panel gag not only dampened his pleas, but also held in the three thong panties that Andrea stuffed in an hour prior. \n\nThe poor boy's hands were shoved into locking leather mitts and were clasped together behind his back. But none of this was what Andrea referenced when she told the girls she figured out a way to make it \"impossible\" to get an erection. \n\nThat was the last bit of gear that Kayla, Avery and Kenzie were welcomed with. The clear, plastic tube slipped itself over the fleshstick of the boy before them, and with a simple lock and key, Andrea attached and locked the cock cage onto the ring that sat behind the balls and shaft of her brother. It was an inch long if that, and all three girls knew that the boy before them would never achieve a hardon whole this thing was locked upon him\n\nAndrea procured a strapon harness and a flesh colored rubber dildo to pair with it.\n\n\"Now, which one of you wants to be the one wielding the hard cock now that our bondage doll here doesn't have one anymore?\"" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "...Then suddenly, everyone’s clothes disintegrated." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": ">Disintegration porn.\n\n>*Disintegration*\n\n>***porn.***\n\n>That is all.\n\nIt was the 5th of August. A Wednesday morning, sunny, warm. The town square contained about 23 people at this time of day of various ages, and the stores were just short of opening.\n\nThen, suddenly, an impact. A shockwave of the unwarned projectile ripples through the place, tearing asunder the brittle windows, and at least two people were flung about due to their proximity to the impact.\n\nThen, nothing. The people, panicked and confounded, scattered about. Some took shelter into the now-windowless buildings, as others didn't take the risk and just fled the square alright. Some people, driven by the human curiosity, took to inspect the dropped object. It was a metallic orb, riddled with vents and openings. Whereever metal had given, a strange, cyan glow escaped the covered inside in such an intensity that a glance at what the inside had to offer was impossible. The heat of impact, or perhaps the heat of the object itself made it impossible to touch it.\n\n9:53:09. Three minutes and 24 seconds after impact, the object hadn't changed in any way, shape or form, still glowing, still no sign of powering down if it could.\n\nThen suddenly, everyone's clothes disintegrated. Accounts vary wildly, though through guesstimation and left residue, the following account is the most accurate. The cloth undid itself within seconds, as threads violently loosened themselves from the cloth, flung away from the matter it connected to, akin to being held against a grindstone and having the very fabric ripped out and away. Shoes took a while to fall to the disintegration, though they too decayed abruptly, with the first lost shoe at about 9:54:29.\n\nAt this point, the matter around the impact site began to degrade. The stone tiles, cracked into tiny pieces, had it's exposed edges slowly sanded down, grinded away and seeped into the cracks. A similar effect soon began to coat the outside of the wall, where bricks smoothed out, it's rough parts slowly falling to the ground.\n\nPeople stood in the nude, mostly embarassed and frightened. At abour 9:56, even the people inside the stores were affected, their cloth disintegrating. Those stores that had clothing were affected much the same, though most goods soon started to show signs of wearing down.\n\nBy now, curiosity and wonder had been replaced by feelings of horror, panic, and apparently only few bits of shame, so the people that still were close to the impact site made their way away from said object. All, except for one.\n\nOur patient 0, nicknamed P for brevity and anonymity, was a female. She had no prior medical record of genetic defects or mental disorders, and was not noteworthy in most means.\n\nWitnesses that had stayed a bit longer in the buildings before leaving noted that the person seemed allured by the object, and took to prying open the metal container within by bare hands. A constant, bright light now emanated from the orb, and the noted effects of disintegration rapidly accumulated. While organic matter was completely unharmed, buildings close to the impact soon began to break down under the weight.\n\nAs one account told us, P then embraced the orb in her nether regions, seemingly absent-mindedly pressing it against her sexual organs for stimulus. Said account hinted that said stimulus was vocalized wordlessly, but quite loudly.\n\nFrom this point on, we estimate round about 10:03, due to lack of precise timekeeping, the last uninvolved witness that survived had fled the area. The buildings started collapsing at about 10:05.\n\nLuckily, we have one, if completely biased account of what happened to P. As we had captured P, and investigated her, we managed to get a full protocol of her side, though invariably biased. Due to incoherency of the transcript, a brief summary is noted down here.\n\nP hadn't seen the object as cyan, but as a magenta-purple orb, trapped inside. We couldn't find accounts for this color mismatch prior to impact, though that might also be due to a lack of comparative imagery that the user could have seen prior to impact. It is evident that the color mismatch didn't only account from the orb, as tests after captures showed that she couldn't differ the different shades of blue from the different shades of purple.\nP, after impact, had been in a complete and utter state of arousal, and took to the orb due to feeling a sort of connection of said orb with herself, as she claimed. She pried open the orb and held it closely, letting it close to her \"birthing place\", as she said. P had an IUD made of copper within her, and if sentience or intent is to be assumed from the orb, it most certainly was intent on removing said IUD.\n\nAfterwards, she took to the buildings, and looked for people who might be trapped and close to leaving. She sought copulation with parties that had no way of refusing, though P claims they were dead already. Successful insemination and the attempts of later assault seem to indicate otherwise, though.\n\nP had given raving accounts of her copulation, though remained silent on the current position of the orb. It is unclear whether she didn't know or was refusing to tell, though we are to assume the former, as her mental and physical state changed quite weirdly.\n\nThe genital organs of P had undergone some changes. Most evident of which was a fluidal discharge of cyan, which is seemingly infectious, as attempted forceful inseminations initiated by her (and, sadly, one successful forceful insemination) all resulted in the victims sporting a similar fluidal discharge of cyan, followed by cardiaic arrest within 30 minutes of separation. P, on her part, seemed to rapidly progress through pregnancy, giving birth within only a few hours after insemination. This concept is inexplicable to our current research, as the formation and gestation of life is time-consuming even in the animal world, not to mention the strain it has on the carrier.\n\nP had given birth twice for as much as we know. One of her children was born without our confinements, though we seek for her every day. Our best point of reference is \"Lumi\", the name P has given the child under our surveillance. Lumi is growing rapidly, but looks completely normal, except for the hair color, which is a hot pink.\n\nP and Lumi were repeatedly noted mentioning a pulsing of the local lights, even when the light was measured to be constant. While Lumi seemingly noted that said pulsing soothed her, P was increasingly nervous with each day of captivity. Said nervosity lowered after each mating attempt, though on the 19th of November, it took it's toll on her, and in a panic, P struck the light source, which electrocuted her, resulting in her death.\n\nInvestigations of this case are still underway, and these notes are classified. Please treat the matter with the seriousness that this case requires." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Her species is technically listed as were-wolf, But she looks completely human even on full moons. The truth is instead of going into a wolf form when the moon is full, she goes into a mind consuming heat." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "**Part 1/2**\n\nThe truth is that I’m still terrified every single time and no amount of times I tell myself: “it’s natural” is going to change that. \n\nThere are two kinds of werewolves, the changers, and the breeders. The changers are the ones everyone know, the superior athletes, elite soldiers and the envy of everyone who has ever spent hours lifting weights in the gym. They can’t pass on their abilities to the next generation though a child born to a changer will be human, even if it has two changer parents. It’s after all not a genetic trait as some choose to believe in this age of science, it’s a curse and they care little for what seems logical.\n\nThe breeders are responsible for passing on the curse, it’s something you are born as and you have no control over. The random roulette of fate just spun to pick a sucker and you happened to get the job, or rather I did.\n\nBreeders they… we, look human, for all intent and purposes we are human for the majority of our lives. We don’t have the physique or innate sense of purpose that a changer does, all we have is a body and a mind that aren’t fully ours to control. In the light of the full moon a changer can transform and perform magnificent feats of strength and speed. In the light of the full moon a breeder loses all control of herself and the ancient drive to procreate takes over everything.\n\nIt’s not taken seriously by most people: “Everyone gets horny once in a while, you just do it on a schedule”. It’s hard to convey just how overpowering it is to someone who has never had a craving so overpowering nothing else mattered to them. On the night of a full moon I would give up everything I own or sign my life away to slavery for just a chance to be filled by a throbbing cock. \n\nWhen I first felt the full moon’s touch on my body I was on a ski trip with 3 of my girl friends, I stalked into a freezing cold night fully intending to walk the ten miles to the nearest town through the snow so I could satisfy my need. If it hadn’t been for my friends organizing a search party as quickly as they did I would have frozen to death on that mountain. I locked myself up a few times, it’s fairly easy with modern time locks, but it’s also torturous. You feel your body burning up as if you have a high fever, feel your lust dripping down your legs and no matter how many fingers or how big toys you plunge into your eager cunt nothing but the real thing can sate its desire, anything else only intensifies it. It becomes a night of desperate lust, a night spent attempting to quench a thirst by drinking salt water as until the sun rises and you wake up. \n\nI’ve woken up in my own sweat and juices more times than I’d like to admit, feeling my body ache with a dildo buried to the hilt. I suppose at that time I could finish what I had started, the curse only affects what can make me cum during the full moon, and once I did so. Resting in the nights sweat and lust I plunged the dildo into myself those last few times it took and my satisfaction spilled out and mixed with my lust and sweat. I’ve never been as disgusted with myself as I was after that, and I’ve never done it again. I prefer the shameful dignity of letting the dildo slip out of me on its own and then grabbing a cold shower to wash away the nights indignity. \n\nI should probably make it clear that when I say I’ve “Woken up” it doesn’t mean that I’ve been asleep or hasn’t been aware of what I was doing. I always know what I’m doing even during the full moon. It just so happens that during that time my usual decision making process is turned off in favor of getting what I need to fulfill my purpose as a breeder. \n\nI found some people a few years ago, 3 to be exact, who help me during the full moons now. They don’t know I’m a breeder, they just know that every once in a while they will get a call and when they do they show up that night to find a woman waiting and more than willing. I gag myself before they get there, I can’t trust myself not to ruin everything by speaking during the full moon, and I tie myself to the bed so I won’t go hunting for others. The rules are set up in advance, my body is theirs to do with as they please as long as they don’t draw blood, don’t undo the bindings or the gag, leave before the sun comes up, and ALWAYS USE PROTECTION.\n\nIt’s terrifying but it’s the best solution I have, surrendering myself to men whose base desire I hope will be enough to make them follow the rules rather than risk the privilege of those nights with my body. I live in a constant fear that one of them realizes what I am, if one of them did and broke the rules I would be finished. Who knows what I could be convinced to do while tied to a bed with a throbbing cock just out of reach. I would do anything, sign anything just for a chance to get that cock inside me, and I would beg for him to lose the condom.\n\nI started dating someone almost two year back.\n\nHis name is Michael, he’s a mathematician, might not be the sexiest profession but he’s smart and funny and he is pretty easy on the eyes. \n\nHe doesn’t know.\n\nI’m cheating on him, every month.\n\nI can say I have my reasons, and I do, I just told them to you, but it doesn’t change that every month someone else ravages my body and I invite it.\n\nI can’t see him on those nights, I love him too much for that, I don’t want to see him reduced to a cock before my moon altered eyes.\n\nAnd yet here I am, a quarter past five staring at my phone, sending him the rules, just like I would any of the 3. Each of the 3 cancelled, one was sick, another on vacation, the third said he had found someone special. It was a choice between a night of torturous loneliness and lust, or giving the man I love a chance to see me at my worst. Do you blame me? I do. \n\nHe texted me back a question, asking if I was alright, I just asked him to please do it, that it would mean the world to me. Then I unlocked my door, gagged myself and tied myself to my bed. It would be hours before he showed up, long enough for the full moon to rise and my moon altered mind to take over. At least that had been the plan, but I hadn’t realized how worried I had made him. He showed up and found me naked and restrained long before the moon had taken my guilt, shame and humiliation away.\n\nHe didn’t get undressed he just sat down on the bed next to me and stroked my hair. He reached for my gag to remove it but I shook my head and nodded at a small whiteboard with the rules written on it. So instead he just kept stroking my hair and started talking to me. Why was I doing this? Did I feel like I had to, like I wasn’t enough without pulling a big stunt like this? I shook my head.\n\nWas it something he had said, had he made me feel inadequate? I shook my head again, tears welling up in my eyes. It was so much worse than I could have imagined.\n\nWas this just the way I liked things, had he been missing my signals, had he not been satisfying me? Tears were running down my cheeks as I shook my head violently. He was blaming himself, I didn’t want him to feel bad, I didn’t want to be here like this, to feel like this, to make him feel like this, I just wanted… I just wanted… I just wanted him to breed me. I wanted to feel his throbbing cock inside me, to feel his seed spill out and impregnate me, make me his, claim me as his own for now and all time.\n\nHe saw the change in me, saw the tears dry up as my looks of silent pleas turned to lustful gazes, he saw my nipples harden and saw me grow moist as my eyes became transfixed on his pants. That was when he said it, with so much pity in his voice: “You’re a breeder aren’t you?” I nodded excitedly, he knew, he was going to give me what I wanted, he was going to fill me, to make me his. Finally after all these fruitless nights with men too cowardly to give me what I needed I would finally get it.\n\n“You’ve done this before haven’t you?” I nodded again, he was so smart, our children would have the strength of a changer and the brains of a genius he was perfect, it was perfect, just as soon as he would fill me up everything would be perfect." } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "A witch turns everyone at a party into a sexy version of their costume. Cat becomes a sexy cat, nurse becomes a sexy nurse, etc. Problem is most of the costumes were already sexy versions. What happens when the sexy angel turns into a *sexy* sexy angel?" }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "(I just wrote a story on a similar prompt, but that prompt sadly got like no upvotes, so I’m not sure how many people saw it; therefore, you better believe I’m gonna edit my story and repurpose it here! Lol. Reason being because I wanna make a part two, but I can only justify it if enough people like it, so: Without further ado!...)\n\n—\n\nMy outfit for this year’s Halloween was actually an outfit I’d come up with a while back, but it wasn’t even meant to be for Halloween… Back then, I had just begun a new DnD game based on Greek mythology, and I thought it’d be fun to take on a character who was the self-proclaimed “Sexy Messenger of Adventure,” an angel (or Angelos, in Greek) that I (am pretty sure I) came up with myself.\n\nThe getup consisted of one of those “A” shaped bras, y’know, where the two bits of fabric would cover the breasts at an angle like this sorta: ( /Y\\ )\n\n^ idk how understandable that’ll be after I post this, lol...\n\nBasically, it kinda looked like a Greek goddess or maybe Egyptian attire, and then I had a sideless, backless “skirt” going down to about knee-level... so, really it was just a strand of fabric covering my “lady bits”, lmao (don’t worry, I had underwear behind there) - basically the fabric was a loin cloth, but that phrase makes it sound kinda gross and cave-man-ish.\n\nOh, and I had some tiny wings stapled onto the fabric for flavor.\n\nAaaanyway, I - like you - understand how provocative this outfit is, so I never actually got around to wearing it during our DnD sessions, lol. It would’ve been a little much in front of friends... well, anybody, really.\n\nBut I would often wear it while flirting online; It gave me a confidence boost, and it was always fun when people would ask me “What are you wearing?” ;P\n\nAnyway, it was such a shame this outfit never got to be seen by anybody but me, so I decided, if there was ever an appropriate time to wear it: It’d be on Halloween. And there was a party coming up...\n\n—\n\nI stepped out into the cold October air wearing not much more than a few strands of fabric and a thong— oh, high-heels, too.\n\n“Jeeze,” I thought to myself, heart racing, “I feel like such a tramp...”\n\nThe neighborhood was strangely vacant out, but as I walked the streets, I recall anxiously glancing around, waiting for somebody to appear out of nowhere and draw attention to my attire, but it never happened. Not that it would matter... I was about to be at a huge party just down the street. I had chosen to leave pretty late in terms of trick-or-treating, that way the parents and little kids probably wouldn’t be out, but it was pretty weird that NOBODY was out at that time. Like... not even the teens or young adults? Were they ALL at the party??\n\nThat was when I heard a loud howling nearby.\n\n“Shit.” I muttered, thinking it was wolves (which were not uncommon out here).\n\nI did a little run-walk as best as I could in heels toward the house hosting the party, all the while turning my head to see if the wolf was making chase. Getting mangled by a wolf while wearing THIS? The phrase “I wouldn’t be caught dead” came to mind, but then again...\n\nI made it there! Thankfully, the door was unlocked, so I entered in and swiftly shut it behind me, breathing out a sigh of relief as I locked it (as if a wolf could open the door anyway), then I leaned against the door for a while before noticing: The house was empty?\n\nThen I heard a knocking at the door; I quickly turned around and opened it, fearing what would happen if the wolf caught whoever was outside. But standing there was a tall, crotch-bulging(??), bare-chested, chisel-chinned... werewolf?\n\n“Hey! I’ve been looking for you” The werewolf said.\n\nThat voice sounded like one of my friend’s, but... I don’t have any friends that look like that! I stumbled back from the door, and that’s when I heard a loud groan come from behind me. I did a quick 180 as I jumped in fear, letting a scared squeak escape my mouth. A huge, grayish human hunched before me... They must’ve been six or seven feet tall! And drooling... They were gross, but at the same time, they didn’t have a shirt on, and their body was all shiny, like they lathered up in oil. We’re they supposed to be... a model zombie?\n\nThey put their big, meaty hands on my shoulders and picked me up. \n\n“Ahh!” I let out a surprised scream as I kicked and wiggled.\n\nThey drooled even more as they eyed my body up and down, and I began to blush as I realized what they were after... They moved one of their hands to my neck to free up their other arm, which they used to feel under my loin-cloth-thing.\n\nTheir big, coarse fingers began rubbing the front of my thong, and soon I went from kicking my feet to pointing my toes. My mouth hung open in a silent moan as this supermodel zombie made my juices flow down my inner thighs. It felt unbelievably good, and after surprisingly not too long, I shuddered, and came into this thing’s hand, after which, it discarded me like a rag-doll, and I landed face down - legs spread and crotch soaking as my hips bucked from orgasm. I don’t know why, but what that zombie did felt amazing...\n\nJust then, a wicked, feminine laugh echoed through the house; My lust-clouded mind barely cleared in time for me to perceive it, and I weakly raised my head to look...\n\nThere, hovering off the ground in the middle of the room, was some kind of seductive sorceress? And it looked like she had a magic leash attached to the large creature that had just pleasured me!\n\nSuddenly, she pointed her fingers at me, and that same energy-based leash shot out and touched me. My body began to glow in a white aura, and I began to levitate to my feet; It felt like my wings were moving? As soon as my body went upright, the aura around me exploded out, knocking the sorceress, the hot zombie, and the hunk werewolf away... I felt... invigorated, and it all happened so fast, without any thought. Come to think of it...\n\n...Did I just use one of my character’s DnD powers?\n\n—\n\n(I re-purposed this story here because I really do wanna make a part two, lol, but again: I can only justify that to myself if I know enough people want it. ;P Anyway, thanks for reading!)" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "[PI] After her party wipes, the cleric is brought before the ancient dragon and is taught to worship the dragon's sex. To her surprise, this change in faith is easier than others have been." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "She woke feeling refreshed, if not relaxed. Dragging her stiff legs under her and settling into a kneel for prayer, Apheroe found she very much missed her straw pallets back at the abbey. Not that she lacked for warmth; indeed, her lips were cracked from the sheer dry heat, and her sweat evaporated almost before it appeared.\n\nBut her discomfort meant nothing. She had a Goddess to worship, and she was not about to dishonor Her name by disgracing Her in front of a blasphemer—no matter how gargantuan the blasphemer was. And first, before asking for aid, Apheroe prayed to be worthy of that aid:\n\n“Rain-Mother,” she breathed, “Unseen Fletcher, praised be Your name, I have strayed from Your path.” Allowing her mind to retrace the previous day’s events once again, and trying not to curse herself for her failures, Apheroe closed her eyes. “I was feebleminded; I passed judgment where it wasn't my right to do so. My passion led me to ignore those I loved, and my mouth was numb to Your word.” The faint tingling at the corners of her eyes told her it was too hot to cry, but her body strained to anyway.\n\nShe thought of her companions: Camilus, whose foresight and singleminded preparations had not been nearly potent enough to stave off the flaming assault. Isidore, whose armor had melted and fused to her flesh as she held her shield in front of Apheroe. Garard, whose arrows burned to ash in the air as he told her to run. Garard, who had proclaimed his love to her despite her vows. Garard, who was to be her bodyguard and second half.\n\nGarard would have told her not to blame herself, wouldn’t he? He’d have said to believe in herself, to trust in the Goddess and just to do what she could do in the moment. She smiled grimly and continued. “Liberate me of my darkness, rinse the stain from my soil, allow me to prove myself once more. Sanction me for my sins so I may savor Your eternal soul once more. Pass Your judgment that I can strengthen my resolve. Pierce me with Your arrows, that no taint of drought be left upon my impoverished soul.”\n\nSlowly, her wrists chafing as they turned in the stone shackles, Apheroe began her morning rituals proper. “Praised be You, Orethylia, Lady of the Spring Rains. Heavenly Cultivator, hear Your humble servant.” As best she could, she motioned to the sky she knew lay beyond the mountain above her, and then brought her hands down in a sweeping release. “Cleanse my spirit so I might vanquish my demons.”\n\nA gentle sculpting gesture up from the ground. “Renew my strength so I might proclaim Your praise.”\n\nSwishing an imaginary skirt at her sides for the soft flowing of runoff from the fields. “Guide my soul so I might be alleviated of my anguish.”\n\nA fluttering of fingers above her head for thunder. “Grant me courage so I might overcome my grief.”\n\nAnd then her hands came to rest on her breast. “Water the fields of my heart that I may spread Your word with grace. I plead this of You with a sincere heart, o sweetest rain. Provide me with Your heavenly mercy; anoint me with Your redeeming kindness….”\n\nApheroe drew a breath, waiting for the scent of ozone and petrichor to fill her lungs—and found only the searing heat of the magma around her. Her chest seized, and she clenched her jaw to keep from coughing. *Even the air here is oppressed by the dragon tyrant*, she scowled. No matter; in the world above, there was no ground the rains could not reach. No earthly beast could diminish Orethylia’s grace.\n\n…but what of her?\n\nAs her arms trembled in the absence of the presence about her shoulders that should have soothed her chapped lips, Apheroe began to doubt herself again. She had not been strong enough to save her comrades, after all; perhaps this was merely Orethylia’s way of rebuking her. Very well, then. Setting her jaw again in a determined smile, Apheroe forced her shoulders to relax. To be bereft of the Goddess’ reassurance was her punishment to bear. Orethylia watched even when Her rain did not fall, after all. *She is with me, whether I feel her or not. I will pass this test; I will believe. I will have faith*.\n\n…but what in?\n\nThus she prayed, losing herself in the passage of time as she sought to quiet her mind and open herself to her Goddess’ blessings. She was interrupted at length by a deep rumbling in the stone as the glow of the magma moat around her island cell brightened—and then the wall dripped away as just so much slag.\n\n“Come,” the ifrit behind sparked. “The Great One waits.”\n\nApheroe nodded mutely and stood with a confidence she did not entirely feel. As the ifrit seized her molten-chain from the ground and stilled the magma beneath her feet, she let her eyes flutter closed and pictured the Unseen Fletcher’s statue in Her temple. Smooth, shining marble, polished by the running waters of the sculptor’s rainbath; a serene expression, her hands spread in bounty. *How different was that stone from the imposing volcanic fortress around her!* she wondered, watching as the walls shifted from dragon-hewn to flame-blasted to simply molten away and back again. Here black and glassy, there brittle and porous, and there again gritty and jagged.\n\nHer thoughts sputtered into a murmur the moment she stepped into the main chamber again, the dragon’s mere presence too overpowering to ignore. This time, Apheroe’s feet moved unfalteringly, purposefully, leading her up to the hoard even after her ifrit handler stopped. She brought herself to her knees with as much gentle composure as she could muster, her tattered tabard swelling as she sat. Between her kneeling form and the mound of riches, there lay the bodies of her companions—unspoilt, laying as they had fallen as if they had fought at the dragon’s feet the day before. Between the bodies and the dragon lay her greenwood staff.\n\nAnd then she spoke. “Glory be to the Great One, King of Flames.”\n\nWᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ, ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴘʀɪᴇsᴛᴇss Aᴘʜᴇʀᴏᴇ. His words reverberated inside her chest, and she fought to keep her breathing steady. Aɢᴀɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴀs ɴᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʜᴀs ᴅᴏɴᴇ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴀʟ. Dᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴇsᴛᴇʀᴅᴀʏ?\n\n“I do, O Pyre of Teeth. I begged you grant me time to pray that I might share with you the Unseen Fletcher’s grace.”\n\nYᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ. A ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ I ɢʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, Aᴘʜᴇʀᴏᴇ. Nᴏᴡ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. Fᴜʟꜰɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ, ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ: ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪs ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀs.\n\n“Your will be done,” she nodded. “And you, O Great One, you pledged yours to me as well. If I can satisfactorily channel the Lady’s grace, will you hold to your word?” There was a rustle of fire behind her as the efriti muttered their shock at her audacity, but she paid it no heed; her eyes were locked on the dragon’s. Though she could not discern his expression or mood, she had the distinct sense he was gloating.\n\nTʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴍs ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀʀɢᴀɪɴ sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴜᴘʜᴇʟᴅ, ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ. The great neck straightened, the head rose, and the air rang with the weight his words carried. Uᴘᴏɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, Aᴜʟᴀɴɢʟᴀᴇᴄᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴜs Kɴᴀʀɪx, I sᴡᴇᴀʀ. Lᴇᴛ ᴜs ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴍs: ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ. Aɢʀᴇᴇᴅ?\n\n“Agreed.”\n\nThe head settled expectantly. Bᴇɢɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ… ᴍɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇs, ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ.\n\n\n \n\nPart 3 incoming" } ]

[ { "role": "user", "content": "Every time you cum or make someone else cum you are rewarded E-SEX-P points, which you can spend on stats, abilities, skills, and even magic, that make the bedrroom much more interesting." }, { "role": "assistant", "content": "Puberty came to me a little differently than other people. You could say that I was a late bloomer, not having any sexual desire until I was 18. A screen, like an RPG, showed up in front of me 1 night. I had just gone to the doctor that, thinking that had ED. They ran some tests and thought I was fine, but scheduled me for a few sessions with a sex therapist anyways. When I saw her, she was immediately very stunning with a lab coat that hugs her DD breasts and dirty blonde hair that flows around her face. That was when I first saw the menu with the prompt: \"Do you want to participate in the \"ESP\" program: Yes. No.\" I hit yes on accident while adjusting my arm and got an erection for the first time. It strained against my pants as the woman looked into my eyes. \n\n\"It looks like your ED is cured, Mr. Takehara.\"\n\n\"I swear, Doctor. This usually doesn't happen.\"\n\n\"Oh, I understand. Tell me, Mr. Takehara. Do you watch porn a lot?\"\n\n\"No Doctor\"\n\n\"Take this usb drive and watch a few videos. There's a little bit of everything there, so maybe you're just not finding the right thing to *turn you on*\" She hung on the last words, and immediately, I came in my pants. \"See what I mean?\" She continued. \n\nI was immediately embarrassed and ran back to my car and drove home without even changing. That night, I came so many times, I may have passed out for that day and was so glad the next day was saturday. The next morning, the menu had returned say \"you leveled up. Please distribute your ESP points.\" Strength, stamina, dexterity, intelligence... These stats are kind of typical of an rpg aren't they?\n\n\n\netc. etc. etc. Every J-novel goes like this for 900 years. Like if you really want me to finish but I'm going to bed for now." } ]