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[ { "from": "user", "value": "The contract had made it sound like such easy money. Get locked in the portal-belt for a month or so, take a random dick or two a day, enjoy the occasional generous tongue, but ultimately get paid lazing around the house all day. You didn't expect to be one of the most popular 'Toys' on the app" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Portal Panties\n\nLacy looked at the app on her phone. All she had to do was hit the button marked \"Accept\" and her first shift would begin. She looked at the profile picture above the button. It was her of course, leaning back on her bed, tits hanging out of a lacy black bra, legs spread wide and fingers spreading her neatly trimmed pussy. She was wearing a black carnival mask but the picture was seriously hot. \n\nIf she pressed the button the panties would activate and anyone who used the app would be able to connect their portal toy to Lacy's pussy or ass anytime over the next month. The portal system was a simple two way system that connected her crotch to special toys. At most two toys could connect to her at a time and there were a handful of windows when only the portal on the outside of the panties connected to the inside. This allowed her time for hygiene and rest. \n\nThe money was good, better if Lacy was actively selected by a user. A few of her friends had signed up for the app for a few months. They had told her that they had been selected a few times a day, usually by the \"random\" option. It paid the same but it connected a random user with a new girl. Sometimes this would lead to regulars but most of her friends had only ended up with one or two at best.\n\nWith a deep sigh Lacy hit the button. She wasn't worried about being used by random strangers. The portal tech was able to prevent STDs and pregnancy., but it was going to be strange. Shrugging she headed for the kitchen and started her popcorn.\n\nAs it popped Lacy used the remote to queue up the movie she had decided to watch. She had wanted to do something low key for her first night \"on duty\" and a movie sounded good. She'd found a good rom com starring her favorite Hollywood heartthrob. When the timer went off she grabbed a bowl and poured it in. \n\nAlmost forty minutes into the movie Lacy heard the chirp of her phone alerting her that she'd been selected. She felt a faint hum from the panties and then gasped as she felt a thick cock slide into her pussy. Pausing her movie she stared at the hunky male lead as the cock began to slide in and out of her tight cunt. She felt herself growing even wetter as the fantasy of her movie crush fucking her on her couch played through her mind. Fuck this was hot, her hands drifted beneath her top caressing and squeezing her pert breasts. \n\nA few minutes later she felt the cock thrust deep into her before spilling a load of cum into her waiting pussy. Another chime sounded a moment later as the cock withdrew. This one asked if she wanted time to clean up. Lacy could take the time now or let the load sit and the app would notify users she was available for sloppy seconds. Frustrated at not finishing after her first client she shrugged. She could clean up later, it wasn't likely she'd get another client tonight. Pressing the cancel button she settled back on the couch to watch the rest of the movie.\n\nIt wasn’t even five minutes later when the chirp sounded from her phone. Having resigned herself to not getting another client tonight Lacy was surprised when a tongue slid over her cum filled cunt. She moaned, for the first time wondering if whoever was using the portal could hear her. She didn’t care though, this tongue was talented! Sliding over the lips of her cunt it gently parted and probed them experimentally. Lacy could feel the cum starting to ooze from her hole and the tongue ran experimentally through the mess. Determined this time to cum Lacy decided to stimulate herself in the one way the panties still allowed.\n\nHands sliding under her top Lacy laid back on the couch to get comfortable. Teasing and squeezing her own breasts felt good combined with the hungry tongue licking and lapping the cum from her freshly used pussy. Her modest breasts felt good under her caressing hands. Gently tugging and teasing her nipples she felt the sensation adding to the sucking, slurping eagerness of the mouth teasing every drop of cum from her creampied cunt. She was getting closer and closer when the tongue stopped. Whimpering with need Lacy squirmed, she didn’t want it to stop yet, she was so close.\n\nWhen the mouth returned to work on her plump and swollen cunt it was different. No longer did it seek every nook and crevice of Lacy’s dripping cunt, instead it was more focused and intent. It teased her opening with a practiced and skilled expertise Lacy had never experienced from any of her boyfriends. It suckled and teased her clit expertly. It… Lacy squeezed her own nipples hard as she came. She tried to push against the face licking her pussy but she couldn’t, the portal didn’t give her that kind of leverage. Still she didn’t care as she climaxed. She writhed alone on her couch and flooded the stranger’s mouth with her juices.\n\nAs Lacy lay on the couch panting and recovering two chimes sounded from her phone. The first was a notice that her status had been changed from “sloppy” to “cleaned” and the second was a review. Glancing at it she noticed that someone with the user name. Kitty<3Kitten had left her five stars. Blinking Lacy realized she hadn’t felt stubble or facial hair on the last client. Had she just had her first lesbian experience!? Oh, god! She would never even meet this woman but she had made her cum her brains out! Lacy giggled wondering how lucky it was that she had been randomly selected twice.\n\nAs she watched the rest of the movie there was another chirp. Lacy knew the drill now and decided to try and watch the movie but when the hard throbbing cock shoved deep into her it was hard to focus. God, it was frustrating not to be able to push back on this guy, his thrusts lacked a good rhythm. Another chime interrupted the thought mid-thrust. She read the alert. Someone with the username BlckM@mb@ was requesting a double penetration. The other user in her pussy must have left the option open. Lacy whimpered, she wasn’t sure about it but… she hit accept. A moment later thick fingers probed her ass, smearing lube on the hole as the second portal opened. \n\nWhoever BlckM@mb@ was, Lacy was glad he was using plenty of lube, especially as a cock even thicker than the one in her cunt began to gently press into her ass. She took a deep breath and winced slightly as he eased into her asshole, she wasn’t used to this but the price multipliers for double penetration and anal made this a deal too good to pass up. When she finally felt him bottom out she breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought his cock was never going to end. Dimly she realized the man in her cunt had stopped while the newcomer got settled but as if they had some hidden cue the two began again. This time the cock in her ass set the pace, and following his lead the one in her cunt felt much better. Lacy dimly wished she could rub her clit as this was so fucking hot. She settled instead for teasing her tits.  She came, holes spasming around the two shafts before they even finished. She was only dimly aware of them filling her with spunk as she smiled dumbly in post orgasmic bliss.\n\nThis time when the alert gave her time to clean up Lacy smiled to herself and clicked no again. She briefly wondered if another woman might help clean her up. A few moments later a chime alerted her that a return customer was accessing. When she felt the tongue on her clit she welcomed it. Another chime sounded and Lacy’s eyes widened. Another client was requesting to eat the creampie from her ass! She clicked accept knowing she was going to need a break after this one. When both mouths were finally satisfied and her holes were clean save for their lingering spit Lacy was exhausted, her third climax had driven her wild and her tits were sore from near constant play. Stupidly, Lacy wondered if she would get addicted to tit play after a month or so of this.\n\nClicking the app and giving herself time to clean up and rest Lacy heard a few more chimes. She had set the phone aside while she used the bathroom and cleaned up further. She picked up her phone slowly and glanced at the alerts. “You have 3… 4 Users waiting! Please click accept when ready to continue.” Lacy whimpered. Four more guys tonight? Her holes already felt stretched and well pounded, but she had signed the contract and she did need the money. Her friends had never told her about anything like this! Hesitantly she clicked accept.\n\nA month later Lacy’s contract was up for renewal. As her fourth and fifth regular of the day pounded her holes she sat in a coffee shop looking over the agreement. It was hard not to react but she had gotten better at it. Now there was hardly a moment of her day when she didn’t have a cock in her cunt or ass, but without a little tit play or a particularly good client she had figured out how to function. Of course when her favorite regular booked her for cleanup she usually had to find a quiet place to cum her brains out but she didn’t mind. She’d made it to the top 1% of the app’s toys and the money was enough she was thinking of doing this full time. This time with no hesitation she clicked accept." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "As a prank a witch detached your cock and suctioned it to the shower in the girl's dorm. Neither of you expected how frequently it was going to be used, nor knew that it couldn't get soft again!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Okay, Aggie. Haha, very funny. Now, give me my cock back,” Todd said firmly. His pants were tossed to the side, though his blue buttonup remained in place. His brown eyes stared intently into the petite witch’s blues. \n\n“About that…” Aggie picked at her fingernails anxiously, trying to find the right words. \n\n“What? About my cock? The cock **you** stole from me as some sort of-“ Todd’s eyes got big, somewhat zoning out. “I… wha- where?” He started before biting his lip. \n\n“I… well… it’s not here, Todd. That’s why I can’t give it back… I thought it would be funny to… turn it into a suction dildo?” Aggie smiled demurely and brushed her curly brown hair behind her ear. Her hat did a good job of hiding her face most of the time, but she kept it back, trying to gauge Todd’s reaction or get a laugh at the least. Todd’s eyes focused on the wall ahead of him and he seemed lost to something else. \n\n“Where… did you put it?” He asked, his gaze suddenly focusing on the inexperienced witch. \n\n****\n\n“So it just… appeared?” Cindy asked. Her white towel covered her body. She was still sweaty from drill team practice, but all of the other sorority girls seemed fascinated by this mysterious dildo. \n\n“Yeah. No one knows when it appeared, but Julie was in the shower, and said it wasn’t there. When Kristi stepped in to take her shower, she noticed it. We all blamed Julie, but-“\n\n“I *swear!* That thing is not mine. Y’all know I would get something bigger than that!” She laughed. Her hair was still damp, now bundled up in the towel resting on the top of her head like a bird’s nest. The chorus of sorority girls crowded around laughed and nodded in acknowledgment. \n\n“Okay, so what do we do with it? Have we tried just… taking it off the wall?” Cindy stepped forwards. “It’s kinda gross because we don’t know where it’s been but…” \n\nShe reached forwards and wrapped her hand around the base. She gave the toy a tug, but it didn’t budge. “Oh…” she considered how strong the suction cup must be. The petite brunette gave it another tug, to no avail. She slid it up the shower wall, back down, but the suction cup seemed affixed. There was no removing this toy. \n\n“Okay… well I still need to shower. So get out and we’ll call maintenance to come take it off later,” she instructed. The other girls all nodded in agreement, standing to leave. \n\n“No horseplay, okay Cin? We don’t know where that thing has been,” Julie teased. She winked at her brunette sorority sister and turned to leave as the faucet turned back on. \n\nCindy dropped her towel and stepped into the shower. As she bathed, she couldn’t help but think about that dildo. It didn’t feel like silicone. It felt… real. She would almost say fleshy, if that word didn’t sound so disgusting in her mouth. Regardless, her eyes couldn’t resist falling onto the dildo every time her back was to the shower head.\n\nNow that she looked at it closer, it *did* seem to be… throbbing? \n\nCindy crouched down and got close to it. She put her face right up against the material and gave it a sniff. It didn’t smell like silicone. Or like lube. It smelled like a man. She’d gone down on more than one boyfriend and she knew the scent of a man’s undercarriage. \n\n“Fucking weird,” she whispered to herself. Her hand seemed to operate on its own, moving to the shaft and grasping it. Again, she couldn’t help but think about how real it felt. “But… kinda cool.” \n\nCindy’s hand was almost the perfect size for the cock. Her fingers wrapped around it fully, while still leaving enough space for her to stroke it. And stroke it, she did. \n\nA few strokes and a small bubble of precum spurted from the tip. Cindy stepped back, surprised but the sudden emergence. Something drew her back, though. \n\nIn her head, she justified it as a trick of the light. Water must have accumulated from the shower steam and seemed to be the clear precum she’d seen before. Despite her hesitations, Cindy wanted to taste it. \n\n****\n\n“A fucking SORORITY HOUSE?!” Todd groaned. He could feel something holding his cock, stroking it slowly. He could feel the precum pass out of the tip, and the sudden disappearance of sensation as the user withdrew. \n\n“Aggie, you gotta get it back. This isn’t-“ Todd gasped as he felt his cock enveloped by a warm, wet orifice. \n\n“Isn’t what, Toddy?” Aggie taunted. She stepped up to her crystal ball and waved her hands around it. She whispered a spell that she had mastered after years of practice, opening up a small window to the bathroom that she had left the cock. \n\n“Toddy? Cat got your cock? Is something… *distracting you?*” her words were cruel now. She watched the brunette’s head bob up and down on the cock. She could tell the girl was skilled both from watching her work and from Todd’s reactions. \n\n“Fuck-“ Todd gasped. The girl was relentless. She sucked his cock like her life depended on it… or like she hadn’t had cock in a while. \n\n“Oh, I probably should tell you… I did some… pheromonal enchantments on the cock. This is part of the prank, of course. The girls of that house will be… *highly motivated* to play… and your cock won’t get soft,” Aggie explained, though she couldn’t tell if Todd was listening or not. “Well, it shouldn’t… enchantments can be tricky and I’m still learning.”" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "[Meta] Does this sub even have any writers anymore. I don't really see any responses to prompts anymore it seems like it's mostly dead..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Debatable, but I argue (as I have in the past) that the two main reasons for lack of replies is A. too many people treat prompts like the order counter at a fast food restaurant and B. writers don't get nearly enough feedback.\n\nBefore I elaborate I want to say I'm guilty of both. Plenty of talented people respond to my prompts and I don't thank them or comment when I should and I'm sorry. The writers here deserve credit for their efforts.\n\nNow, what I mean by the first is that a lot of people, by virtue of this being an NSFW subreddit, only seem to post with priority to their fetish. [Here's an example of mine](https://www.reddit.com/r/DirtyWritingPrompts/comments/vs8tur/wp_in_a_bizarre_twist_your_apartment_was_pet/). I like petplay, I like the implication and what it could entail, but is that enough for a writer to write a story?\n\nA good general rule is to treat the smut the same way a musical treats a play, or a movie treats action scenes. It's a payoff or progress of a story. No one walks into a musical purely to hear singing, and there's literally dozens of alternatives to DWP that will get your right to your fetish if that's all you're here for. Writers can't write ONLY using your fetish, they need a set up so the smut can serve as a payoff.\n\nAs for B, I don't know how to fix that without more mod support, community effort, or both. Maybe more sub-reddit led things like the return of Theme Thursday? The reality is that it takes maybe 10 minutes to write a prompt, longer if I hammer our the details or try to rewrite it to have a better twist. It can take half an hour just to churn a single paged story, and most writers want to make something longer than that. Spending an hour to not get feedback, or even an upvote, feels like a waste of time to even the most passionate fans of smut and literature.\n\nMore controversial but I think one thing the mods might want to consider implementing is locks for redundant posts much like the non-dirty writing prompts subreddit employs. If you post, for example, a prompt about a killer robot in writing prompts and then someone else posts a much similar prompt it gets removed so as to prevent hot from congealing over a few favorite tropes.\n\nThese are my two cents, but honestly the subreddit has never been massive. If it wants to stay alive it needs more internal support and external promotion." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "His female best friend gives him a special Pocket pussy that is vaguely shaped like a woman. When he trys it out, he is amazed how real it feels. What he does not know, is that its functioning like a voodoo doll of her. And she did not know how often he would use it, or that he is that hung!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Tom lay awake in his room that felt way to hot for this time of year. He couldn't seem to find some sleep and felt wide awake. He watched at his clock and saw that it was 2am already. He definatly needed some sleep... maybe some jerking of would help he thought.\n\nAs his hand wandered to his cock, his mind wandered to the joke birthdaypresent Lisa had given him the day before. Since he was single, she had found it funy to give him a jerk of toy, his very own fleshlight, or as she jokingly called it: a pocket pussy. In his drunken state he had laughed Long with her and had put it away. \"Why not use it now?\" he thought. Not because she ment it as a joke that he shouldnt use it...\n\nTom got out of bed, already semi-hard, getting the toy out of the drawer he had tossed it in. As he was planning on adding some lube, he felt the toy was already wet. \"Huh, a self lubricating toy? Neat! Must have some internal lube container\" he tought. I'll look into refilling it tomorow.\n\nHe quickly went back over to his bed and positioned the toy on the tip of his dick. \"Wow this feels amazing already, almost like the real deal!\" He started to push his dick in and felt some resistance. More then he expected from such a plastic toy. He lifted the toy up and started to slowly fuck it untill his whole dick was inside it. \"Howly shit this feels tight\"\n\nIt didnt take long for him to pump up the speed of moving the toy along his shaft. Long strokes. That's what he liked the most. So every time he took the toy almost completly off his cock and then thrust back into it untill his cock was inside it, the toy juuuuust large enough to contain his cock. After a minute or 10 he shot a massive load in the toy and fell asleep, the toy still around his cock.\n\nThe next day he woke up, ready for a slow saturday and quickly noticed the morning wood he had. He felt under the blanket felt his hand touching something really soft laying next to him. \"Hmm i like how pussy feels\" he tought. He felt around a bit and suddently realized that he couldn't be touching a real pussy, since he was single and alone in his bed. What the hell am i feeling then? He looked under the blanket and found the toy next to him. He smiled thinking back of how amazing it felt during the same night. \n\nEhehe looks like little Tom is up for another round he thought as he moved to line the toy up with his morning wood. Since had had cum just a few hours earlier it took him a while, around half an hour to cum again. \"Howly shit, this feels amazing! This is the best toy ever, i should thank Lisa.\" He thought, jist then realizing that thanking her for giving him a sextoy would be awkward as hell...\n\nHe went around his day and after lounging in the couch for a couple of hours he realized that he hadn't stopped thinking about the toy and hadn't stopped feeling horny either. Hell, why not he tought. Last time he was this horny he was just out of college, 10 years ago. Might aswell get the most out of it!\n\nHe went back to his bedroom to search for the toy, found it and walked back downstairs to his living room. Didn't take long for him to be almost balls deep into the toy again, enjoying the fact that this pocket pussy could take his whole dick without a woman being attatched to it complaining about him going to deep to fast. No warm up, just a tiny bit of lube and the toy seemed to provide the rest of the lube itself! Awesome!\n\nThat weekend Tom used the toy many, many more times. Every time he was more and more amazed of how real everything felt. He hadn't expected a plastic toy to ever feel this real! It didn't even feel like it was made of plastic!\n\nAfter his 6th orgasm of the weekend he received a call from Lisa. Since he hadn't anything planned, he decided it could wait untill monday. \"Nothing that couldn't wait untill his next couple of orgasms, right?\" He tought as he put his phone away.\n\nWhen he picked up his phone again on sunday evening he found he had 4 more missed calls from Lisa. \"Strange, she normally called only one time and then waited for him to call her back.\"\n\nHe tried to call her back while absentminded fondling the pocket pussy he was about to fuck again. He had lost track of how many times he had used it and it was almost always within hands reach since his 5th orgasm of the weekend. Since Lisa didn't pick up the phone, he decided to ask her about it tomorrow and shifted his attention again on the toy he was holding. \"Probably the last time for today\" he tought, since his cock was sorer then he ever remembered, even more sore then during spring break!\n\n*monday morning*\nTom woke up, his dick al sore from the uncountable times he fucked the toy. He quickly shut of his alarm, walked into the shower and ran to get his train in time to get to work.\nRushing into the office building he clocked in walked more relaxed to his desk. On his way there he stopped at the desk of his colleague who looked like she was tired and had gone trough an exhausting weekend: \"hey Lisa, everything allright? You called me like 4 times this weekend and didn't pick up when I called back? Something happened?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Your best friend is known for two things being flat-chested and always wearing the same hoodie, but now that you think about it the fact that the design says 'Hoodie of holding\" makes you a bit suspicious..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Karla. Why do you wear that Hoodie?” \n\nIt was a question that I had asked her often, often enough she was probably tired of it.\n\n“Its just that comfortable.” Was the response I always got back, or some variation on it.\n\nI'd been friends with Karla now for about ten years, since we were little kids and I had just moved into the neighborhood. \n\nShe looked much the same as she always did, long flowing black hair, petite frame, a narrow face framed by glasses. And that same dark orange hoodie embroidered with Hoodie of Holding that I'd seen her wearing every day since she was eleven. I think her Aunt had given it to her.\n\nThe hoodie itself was magic, that much was obvious. Had been obvious since the first time I'd seen it. I'd cast my own first glamour at eight, and I was the top of the class in magical theory & application.\n\nThough it had been bothering me here lately. She'd spelled the thing to be water resistant at the water parks, she'd gotten an exemption from the school uniform to wear it over her clothes, hell she even wore the thing during gym class. \n\nAnd here lately I'd been thinking about it more and more, brought about by a rather hefty betting pool at school.\n\nThe bets ranged from the mundane to the magical to the downright silly. Everything from a third nipple, to scars, to some disease she was trying to keep at bay, that the hoodie was a limiter holding back unlimited magical power, that she was secretly a mimic gained sentience and was hiding her inhuman parts underneath the hoodie, there was even a very small bet going that she secretly had like D cups or something.\n\nWhich was quite frankly the most ridiculous of them all, as Karla looked flat chested. That and everyone knew that high elves were B cups at the largest, with almost all of them being flat as a board.\n\nWhich I guess is why I was thinking about it so hard.\n\n“Karla. You know you don't have to wear that thing around me? We are friends, yeah?”\n\n“Of course I don't have to. I just like it.” The same hollow excuses as always.\n\nI caught sight of myself in a mirror, and internally sighed at the frown on my face and my ears being folded against the top of my head. \n\nI reached up to scratch at one of them. \n\n“Why the sudden interest?” She asked, breaking my attention from the mirror and rubbing the ear atop my head.\n\n“I always ask every once in a while.” I tried to deflect.\n\n“Yeah. But you don't ask this often. Or this much.”\n\nDamn. A trade off I guess, I knew her really well and she knew me. Benefits and downfalls of being childhood friends I guess.\n\n“Just curious I guess.” I answered, truthfully. “And maybe a little hurt you feel like you need to keep yourself hidden. As much as your mom jokes and hints about it she isn't going to end up with grand kids if you dare to show a little skin.”\n\nWhich she never really did. Not her mother teasing us about getting grand kids, she'd done that so often I'd grown immune to her teasing.\n\nNo it was the showing skin bit, which was driving me up a wall here. While she'd pulled up the sleeves of that hoodie, she'd never taken it off. But she'd never batted so much as an eyelash about me seeing her walking around bottoms clad in little more than a pair of panties. Hell seeing her like that was a common occurrence.\n\n“Its nothing interesting. I've got nothing to show.” Defensive much?\n\n“Anyway”, she continued “If you're done talking about my tastes in fashion we've got homework. AP Calculus won't do itself.”\n\nI nodded, a half formed idea making itself known. \n\n“Actually... I think I left my book back home. I'll pop over real quick and grab it.” \n\n“You could just use mine?”\n\nI waved her concern off. I mean I had actually left my book at home, though I could actually share books. “Naw. I won't be long, I'm only three houses down, remember. Besides I think I'll grab a drink.”\n\n“We have drinks here?” She looked confused, it was a cute look on her.\n\n“Your mom likes Diet Coke though. Nasty.”\n\n“Diet Coke and Coke Zero tastes exactly the same though?”\n\nI gasped. “No they don't and you take that back.”\n\nShe smirked at me, eyes nearly glowing behind those frames. “Come over here and make me.”\n\nOkay. That cinched the half-assed plan I had.\n\n“Oh. I will. But after I grab my book.”\n\nThe walk home didn't take very long. Nor did actually getting inside and both finding my calculus book and the cokes. \n\nWhat did take a while was finding the little coupon booklet. \n\nIt had been an idea we'd had a few years back.\n\nLike something you might see a couple do. For Birthdays, which were thankfully close together, we'd traded little coupon books.\n\n12 coupons, magically backed to get the other person to do one act. We had agreed to not abuse them, even writing in rules and restrictions but... Ah this is a bad idea. \n\nI grabbed the papers before heading right back out the door. If I took too long to think about this I'd lose my nerve. \n\nLuckily she wouldn't be able to get much vengeance. Pretty sure she'd used all of hers already.\n\nMostly to molest my Kitsune tails, the damned floof addict. \n\nSo she'd at most have one or two left, maybe none at all.\n\nI still had six. Mainly because using them to prank her seemed cheap.\n\n“Hey Karla.” I greeted her as I sat back down on the chair next to her bed.\n\n“Get your diet cokes?” She said, a smile on her face.\n\nAnd to think I was starting to feel bad about this. \n\n“And I got this.” I said handing her the blank coupon.\n\n“Those old coupons?” She laughed at that. “What are you planning on doing? Asking me to do your homework?”\n\nShe bit her lower lip, doing her best attempt at looking sultry.\n\nShe didn't need to, she might have been a childhood friend but all of her mom's teasing had made it abundantly clear she was a woman now.\n\n“Or maybe you finally want to take the leap and try and get you a girlfriend?”\n\nI'm going to ignore my heart beating really hard. Its probably all the salt in the cheeseburger I had for lunch.\n\n“Maybe Jamie? Or even Sarah?” \n\nI could only blink at her. She had the gall to suggest getting a girlfriend and then suggested those two?\n\n“Oi. What kind of person do you think I am? Jamie is dating Clyde and Sarah is a Centaur. She may be kind of pretty but that would just be weird. I don't even like normal horses.”\n\nHer smile turned dangerous. “Oh so maybe you don't like the girls in our class. So maybe someone in the other classes? Or maybe you want one of the underclass students? Or perhaps you'd like one of the men in the class?” She trailed off smiling at me.\n\nOkay. Thats it. No remorse for this. And now I had a good wording for this order.\n\n“No, not at all. Here we go.” I poured magic into the enchanted paper to activate it. \n\n“By the Power of this Binding Contract I command you to remove anything from above your waist that would conceal your torso from me, and to take no action that would conceal the revealed area from me for a period of no less than 15 minutes.”\n\nThat would mean removing the hoodie, and any shirt she had on underneath. It would also prohibit her from redressing, or even so much as covering her chest with her arms.\n\nShock, surprise, betrayal and a dozen other emotions flashed across her face in the span of a second as she comprehended the order. \n\nBefore her arms automatically moved to the hem of her hoodie, and began to pull upwards. Visibly struggling against the compulsion. \n\nWas she crying?\n\nI was already frozen at that, so I was slightly more prepared for what came next than I normally would be.\n\nUnlike her mother and Grandmother, both of whom where still in their prime and sprightly due to how High Elves age, were both flat as a board.\n\nSo apparently she must have gotten something from her dad's side because they were absolutely fucking huge.\n\nMaybe it was just because she was kind of petite and small but damn.\n\n“Holy shit.”\n\nIf I was being honest I hadn't really expected anything. Maybe some scars. Maybe she just wasn't comfortable with her body. \n\nMaybe she was just jealous because Sarah had like G cups, and wasn't afraid to flaunt it.\n\nBut I hadn't expected that.\n\nThe neck of her shirt caught her glasses on the way up, meaning there was nothing to hide the tears.\n\n“Karla?”\n\n“Go ahead James.”\n\nGo ahead? Did... did she think I'd meant to touch them? I... I did really want to. Partly because there was a massive pair of breasts in front of me, and partly because it was Her.\n\nBut I think I'd done enough damage to our friendship already. She was really crying now.\n\n“Go ahead and mock me.”\n\n“Mock you?” \n\nHave you ever been so utterly speechless and confused it feels like some ancient Deity has slapped you with the stupid stick?\n\n“Go ahead.” she was really crying now. “Go ahead and mock the elf with the massive fucking cow udders.”\n\nStupid Stick has been deployed, it was super successful.\n\nShe just sat there. “Mock you? Why the hell would I mock you?”\n\n“Oh what? You taking pity on the freak of nature?”\n\n“Freak of... Karla.” I reached out and paused for a moment before grabbing her by the pale shoulders. That seemed like a safe enough place to not make this worse.\n\n“Karla. Look at me. What are you talking about?”\n\nShe didn't make eye contact, she kept her head turned. Looking determinedly in any direction that wasn't me.\n\n“Karla?”\n\n“How am I ever going to be able to show myself in public now. People will know about these cursed cow udders.”\n\nCow? What? I mean there was a Minotaur. Minotauress? At school and hers were bigger than this. \nGirl loved flaunting it too. Always wearing low cut tops, although that might be the only thing she could really fit in...\n\nI moved a hand to Karla's chin. “Karla. Look at me.” I inserted a minor charm into my words." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "You wrote it in your list as half a joke. But on Christmas morning, you awake to a big tit, big ass goth girl under your tree, half naked, Christmas plug in her ass, tied up in ribbon, and looking a little displeased." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "# All I Want for Christmas\n\nLast Christmas was a strange one, to say the least. We were in the middle of a lockdown due to the global pandemic. So my friends and I decided to have a Friendsmas. Stupid name, but it's the best we could do. The seven of us committed to each other as our bubble. No one else was allowed to enter our friend bubble to prevent any sort of potential for the virus to spread but without totally depriving ourselves of social contact.\n\nWe had a movie marathon, feasted on Chinese food, drank way too much wine and beer, and had a gift exchange. The gift exchange is where this gets interesting...\n\nEach of us wrote a letter to Santa like when we were children, and then we each picked a card at random. We all promised each other that we'd get what was on the list for the person who asked for it, as long as it wasn't over $100, and that we'd keep it a secret from one another in the weeks leading up.\n\nI opened the card I drew and read through it. I got Violet, Jake's girlfriend. Jake and I have been friends since I moved to town, and he started dating Violet right before the pandemic. They broke up since, but she's friendly enough. She asked Santa for a monstera plant—easy enough. But my heart sank as I realized that no one else treated this like the joke that I thought it was.\n\nSomething—maybe my immaturity, maybe my horniness—possessed me to write \"All I want for Christmas is a big titty goth girlfriend.\"\n\nNo one made a sound, let alone said anything to reveal whose letter to Santa they drew. If it was Jake, I know he would have burst out laughing. But no one showed their hand. Fair enough.\n\nAt the time I figured no big deal, they probably got a silent laugh out of it and would just get me something else. I'm easy to shop for. A record would do the trick.\n\nI woke up on Christmas and slept walk to the bathroom to pee. A little more awake on the return trip, I noticed the Christmas tree lights were on. I could have sworn that I turned them off before bed. I'm kind of paranoid about making sure the tree lights get turned off. I've heard some fucked up stories of people's homes getting burnt down. So I walked up to the light switch and noticed something... unusual under the tree.\n\n*No fucking way*, I thought. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. A woman was lying on her side under the tree. Her wrists and ankles were tied together with red ribbon. She was topless, her big tits resting on one another. The only article of clothing she had on were fishnets. Her hair was black as a raven's feathers with ghost-white skin. She had a fake septum ring in and fake plugs in her ears. And she had a scowl on her face that still gives me chills to this day.\n\nIt was Olivia, one of the friends in our group. She was Jake's coworker until she changed job a couple of years back. She's the one I've always had a magnetic attraction to. But it just never happened—the timing never really worked out. As far as I knew, back then she was dating some guy long-distance who lived like four states away.\n\n\"Merry Christmas,\" she said as I walked up.\n\n\"Merry fucking Christmas to you too, holy shit,\" I said. \"Did you dye your hair last night?\"\n\n\"What's it look like you idiot?\"\n\n\"This has to be a dream,\" was all I could come up with.\n\n\"Nice wood,\" she said. I looked down and my cock was poking through the slit in my boxers. I bent over and covered it with my hands. \"Do you want to open a present early before your roommates wake up?\"\n\nI nodded my head and got down on the floor near Olivia. I started at her feet and undid the ribbon. I ran my hands up her legs, appreciating each groove in the fishnet. Then I noticed something sticking out from her large ass. It was a butt plug with the shape of a Christmas bulb on the end.\n\n\"Turn it on,\" she said.\n\nI gave the butt plug a gentle push. Olivia moaned just a little bit. The LED light in the bulb turned on and faded into white and then cycled between green, red, and white. \n\n\"Nice touch,\" I said. \"What about your long-distance boyfriend? Mark, right?\"\n\n\"I don't know what you're talking about,\" she said, smiling. \"Don't you want to kiss your big titty goth girlfriend?\"\n\nI got up next to her and kissed her. She bit my lower lip and drew some blood. I sucked it up and kissed my way down to her tits. She usually hid them beneath baggy sweaters, so I never quite realized how large they were. Her areolas were large and barely noticeable, just a slight pink. I kissed them both, flicking her nipples with my tongue.\n\n\"Do you want to take your gift for a ride?\" she asked.\n\nShe rolled over onto her forearms, her hands still tied in ribbon, and stuck her ass up in the air.\n\nI pulled off my boxers and got up behind her. I buried my face in her pussy while I worked the bulb butt plug.\n\n\"Fuck me already,\" she said.\n\nI grabbed her haunches and guided my cock inside of her. Olivia moaned with each thrust.\n\nHer ass made a loud THWACK! as I smacked it. She yelped. We both forgot that it was the early morning and there were others nearby with just a door between us as we let out subconscious groans. I later found out my roommates definitely heard us, but they didn't let me know that until months after.\n\n\"I'm gonna come,\" Olivia said. \"I'm gonna come so fucking hard, don't stop.\"\n\nThe memory of Olivia's ass jiggling as she came still sends tingles down my spine.\n\n\"Pull my hair and fuck me harder,\" she said.\n\nI fucked her as hard as I could, my balls slapping up against her. I pulled her jet black hair back in a ponytail and kissed her back.\n\n\"I'm so close, so close,\" I said. I released, filling her up with cum as my entire body melted. My cum dripped onto the floor when I pulled out. I think there may even be a stain still if I look hard enough.\n\n\"Merry Christmas, and untie my hands,\" Olivia said.\n\nAs I walked Olivia to the door, she told me that she of course knew where the spare key was. And that she knocked on my door to wake me up, even though I didn't remember there being a knock on my door. I figured I just had to pee.\n\nWhen Olivia came back later that day for the Friendsmas, it was almost as though the morning didn't happen. Everyone had a great time away from family that Christmas. When we did the \"official\" gift exchange, Olivia gave me a record. See, I said I'm easy to shop for. When I asked Olivia if she wanted to make out, or, I don't know, have sex again, after the festivities were over, all she said was, \"You know I've got a boyfriend, right?\"" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "[IP] On one hand, it's a really good DPS boost. On the other..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I clutched the chest piece with apprehension. From a distance, it looked like any other. From up close, I couldn’t help but feel repulsed. \n\n“Tiera,” I said to the Blood-Elf Sorceress. “This thing has *eyes* in it.” I show it to her, all the mystic ooze and black tentacles squirming about inside, a definiteless mass of unknowing horror. I could hear it’s dark whispers through the nerves of my arms, promising destruction to the current world. It was asking me to join in and meld with it to ascend the world into a damnable dimension.\n\nTiera did take a long look at it, her eyes narrowing and glowing with magic power. “Yeah, I see. It’s item level 325. That’s just what you need to start raiding with the rest of the guild.”\n\nI couldn’t help but whine, thinking of reasons to work my way out. “It’s literally talking to me! It says it’ll corrupt my chest, exhaust my vital organs! It’s terrifying!”\n\nTiera sighed, talking down to me. “Of course I can hear it. The chest plate can speak you know.”\n\n“*Put me on your titties!” the chestplate spoke, “I will make them into a reflection of the night sky: infinitely vast and heartless.”*\n\n“That doesn’t sound very good.”\n\n*”I will fondle your chest and make sweet love to your soul.”*\n\n“There you go, it’s an affectionate little thing. Now put it on or you’ll miss out on the next raid. If the sword you wants drops, I won’t be holding it for you.”\n\nI groaned and finally caved in as a long, slimy tentacle started to reach up my arm.\n\n“Fine! Just, give me a minute.”\n\nDropping my current chailmail shirt to the ground, I reluctantly brought this new thing over my head. I was too afraid to keep my eyes open as I dragged it down over me, wiggling it about as I tried to work my horns through. Oh gods, I could feel it around me. *It’s moving!* All that flesh and muscle against my face, I want to scream! I want to breathe, but I’m going to keep my mouth closed! \n\nA sudden *bonk* and the chestplate slides down, jolting my brain and leaving a thin coat of slime on my hair. I blink, and see Tiera looking at me with her hands on my head. “I thought you were stuck a little. Everything alright?”\n\n“Yeah, everything’s fine.” I adjusted the fit, glad that I kept my shirt on before wearing this. I could feel the annoying touch at my armpits, but the fabric should keep it from molesting me too badly.\n\n“*Your feeble barriers are no match for my extra dimensional tentacles!”*\n\nThe sudden touch of the slippery appendages make my gasp in shock. They were quick to work around, sliding against every bit of skin, wrapping around my breasts and squeezing, poking at my nipples too.\n\n“Help!” I yell to Tiera. I try to peel it off to no avail. It was latched on tight to me.\n\n*”I will consume your pleasure! Your chesticles are mine!”*\n\n“It’s molesting me now! And it’s saying some really strange things!”\n\n“Sounds like it’s a bit muffled down in there,” Tiera remarked, “Now it sounds like it’s motor boating you. Stop whining, have you ever heard about that one time I found a bikini top of vibration?”\n\nI moaned as I felt a multitude of tongues lap at my breasts, tickling and pleasuring me both at once. \n\n“Blasted things had a higher gear score than robes woven by an arch age. Darndest thing really. Now come on, this dungeon has a two percent chance of dropping the pet I want.”\n\nDragged off by my arm into the rest of the dungeon, trying not to think about all the bizarre things that were happening to my breasts, I couldn’t help but wonder if that DPS boost was really worth it." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Their new butt plug had an interesting feature: Proximity Vibration. The more people using the same toy in close proximity, the more intense the vibration. Well, it's not like there'll be that many fellow perverts in their daily routine, right? Right?!" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Sarah shook out her nerves and stood up straight, taking a deep breath and fixing her glasses with one hand, the other holding the files tightly over her pencil skirt. The doors seemed to close impossibly slow. Finally she was alone! She pressed back against the rail running along the wall, pressing her ass firmly against it to secure the plug deep inside her and running her free hand up her skirt. Her lips gasped as her fingertips grazed against her underwear. The elevator suddenly stopped.\r \nHer hand’s snapped over the file, smoothing down her skirt quickly as the door opened.\r \nHer cheeks felt hot… that was fine, it was a hot day, nobody would notice!\r \nThe woman from HR stepped into the elevator paying her no heed.\r \nA soft whirr started inside Sarah, she gasped at the suddenness of it, her eyes meeting the woman from HR’s and finding recognition there. Their cheeks blushed, her hands tightening on the file. HR bit her lip and stared intensely at the number above the door. Both took a step away from each other toward the opposite sides. HR was gorgeous in her tight black outfit, her eyes fluttering in the suddenly impossibly slow elevator. How has Sarah never learned her name?\r \nSarah had to look away, just the sight of her… knowing she felt the same thing.\r \nSarah closed her eyes, breathing in, breathing out.\r \n“Fuck!” said HR snapping Sarah back to the world. HR reached forward to press a floor button, finally the elevator sprang to life and began to rise.\r \n“S-sorry.” said Sarah.\r \n“I d-didn’t see anything. Neither did y-you.” said HR.\r \nSarah nodded. Breathe in… out… she bit her lip and pressed firmly to the rail, her eyes locked to the numbers to find them stalled again.\r \nThe doors opened and Claire stepped into the elevator. Her eyes suddenly went wide, Sarah feeling it too.\r \n“Oh fuck… fuck!” said Claire, Sarah’s knees turned to jelly. HR put her fingers to her lips, biting back a moan.\r \nClaire turned to find the doors closed behind her. “Oh f-fuck!”" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "They say twins sometimes know what each other is thinking, but Rose and Lily discovered years ago that they can feel what each other feel. Things get awkward when Rose finds a boyfriend, and Lily keeps finding herself in the worst places when they decide to have sex." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "*Hey lily, brad got home early and i had an awful day. can you give us like 15 minutes. i need it right now. i know ill owe you one. thx :** Rose's text came through just thirty seconds after Lily had switched her phone to silent and tucked it safely in her purse.\n\nLily and Rose had gotten used to their shared sensations as twins. Every little thing that either twin experienced, the other felt as if it was happening to them too. Lily had no problem talking while Rose brushed her teeth and the two of them even mastered blocking out the other while both women were driving (though, for a shot time, they had to commute at separate times before they got the hang of that one). Now, most little feelings were easily ignored at this point. Most everything except sex. And as Lily stepped into her CFO's office she really would have benefited from seeing her sister's text.\n\n\"Lily, have a seat,\" the tall man gestured from behind his desk with a warm smile. \"So you're here to interview for the head accounting position?\"\n\n\"Yes, Mr. Davis,\" Lily settled in with her one ankle nervously tucked behind the other. Something in this office smelled ineradicable. Sensual and tantalizing. She couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. It smelled far to close be be from Davis.\n\nThe man sat back in his big chair and a grin crossed his wide face. \"Lily, please call me Art. In the five years we'd worked together, I don't think you'd ever called me 'Mr. Davis.\" He said with a chuckle.\n\nLily laughed along nervously. Something was off. Of course she wanted the promotion, and that could be why her adrenaline was rushing, but it shouldn't be this much. Then she felt little pricks at her lips. Brad must have just come home. No big deal. Rose is just excited to see him. That's all she's feeling. Rose knows they arranged to wait another two hours for Lily's break to get too serious. \"Sure Art,\" Lily tried to give him a relaxed smile. \"I think in the last five years I've really grown as much as I can in my current position, and could be a better asset to the company managing the entire accounting department.\" Damn, Brad is really giving Rose's lips some serious attention right now. Ohh! and her neck too.\n\nArt cleared his throat and looked down at his papers, reading the first question, \"So Lily, what makes you the best candidate for the position?\"\n\n\"Well, as you know, I already have some experience leading a small team when I worked on the Ferguson Account last spring...\" Lily's speech went into auto pilot with the answer she had prepared. Her mind continued to be plagued with distraction from Rose and Brad. Lily felt something hard pressing against her back, a wall maybe? The tantalizing smell was more powerful than ever as she felt kisses and bites all up and down her neck. She wondered if she had enough makeup on to hide how bright pink her cheeks began to feel. \"...and even with that set back, we still finished a week ahead of schedule.\" Dammit Rose! Not now!\n\n\"Great,\" Art said, thankfully keeping his shaved head down in his legal pad as he scribbled notes. \"And tell me about any experience you have resolving conflict in a team environment.\"\n\nLily had this one prepared too, but had to wait a moment. She was starting to get overwhelmed with the feeling of Brad's clothes clutched between Rose's fingers and the feeling of Brad's muscular body under Rose's palms. \"Well I did help the situation with Rachel get resolved...\" Lily bit her lip hard to keep a moan from escaping as she felt Brad's hand roughly grab Rose's breast.\n\nArt looked up from his pad, \"Yes, I remember,\" he paused, his eyes stopping before returning to his notes. Lily looked down to see what had caught his attention. Her hard nipples were poking through her blouse. Quickly she pulled her cardigan in to cover them and Art, embarrassed, dropped his gaze back to his notes. \"Uh, so, why did you approach the situation with Rachel the way you did?\"\n\nRose was laying down now. Lily recognized that sense of vertigo. She felt Brad's body above her. Kissing down her neck to her chest. He had one hand pinned above Rose's head. Lily felt the warm firmness of Brad's erection in Rose's other hand. Lily recited her prepared answer, desperately trying to stifle any indication of the arousal she was sharing with her sister. She looked over at Art as she spoke. He still had the body of the football player he was in college. His sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up his thick forearms. Lily let her mind wonder: would Art pinning her down feel the same as Brad on Rose? She noticed a few months ago he had stopped wearing his wedding ring... that thought came rushing to the front of Lily's mind right now.\n\n\"Very good...\" Art continued, \"Can you tell me about your time management skills?\"\n\nAs Lily began discussing calendars, reminders, and notes, her mind was back with Rose and Brad. Her chest began to heave and her cheeks warmed as she felt Brad kiss his way down Rose's stomach. His hands teased her, squeezing the inside of her thighs, slowly working up, but never quite getting there. She readjusted in her chair, firmly crossing her thighs as if to try to keep Brad from reaching her sister's sex. Obviously a futile move. When his tongue finally pressed against Rose's little button, Lily had to cover her moan with a fake coughing fit.\n\n\"Jesus, Lily, are you OK?\" Art sat up strait. Lily bobbed her head up and down continuing to cough as she felt Brad's fingers tease Rose's clit as his tongue continued down her sensitive folds. \"Can I get you a drink of water?\" Art started for the door as Lily again bobbed her head in the affirmative.\n\nAs the door shut behind Art, leaving Lily alone in the office, she let out a load moan as she felt Brad's tongue on Rose's tight asshole. \"No, not now...\" Lily complained out loud. She quickly fumbled through her purse for her phone as she felt Brad grab Rose and flip her over onto her stomach. The feeling of vertigo overcame Lily and she dropped all the contents across the floor of the office. She found her phone and quickly texted, *STOP, IN A MEETING!!* Then desperately tried calling... voicemail. Dammit. Lily felt her underwear grow wet as Brad's cock slowly pushed inside Rose. She tried calling again... voicemail. Lily was on all fours, the same position she felt her twin was in. Fuck it. She gave into the pleasure for a moment and reached up and pinch her nipple. She tugged and squeezed her breast as Brad's fingers began playing around Rose's asshole.\n\nLilly heard Art returning in enough time to pull her blouse down straight, but he still found her sitting in the middle of the mess that had fallen out of her purse and a few extra buttons popped open on her blouse.\n\n\"Lily, are you alright?\" Art said offering her a hand to her feet. Lily watched his eyes as he tried desperately to not appear to be leering down at her cleavage. How cute, she thought. And how strong! She shivered as she felt him pull her to her feet. She looked up at him, knees shaking as Rose got fucked faster and faster. Lily laid a hand on Art's chest to steady herself. Her breath was ragged and her whole body shook. Art reached down and began re-buttoning her top. \"Lily, I don't know if this is a way you conceived to get the promotion, but it's not like you at all. And you know you're pretty much a shoe in. This interview process is pretty much a formality\"\n\nLily was beyond mortified. She thought she was going to get a promotion, but now would she lose her job? \"No, no, no, Art, please. It's not like that...\" she gasped as she felt Brad pull out and his mouth again returned to Rose's butt. She figured it was all over anyway. What the hell did she have to lose? She wrapped her arms around Art's broad shoulders, stood on her tip-toes, and kissed him hard. She felt a firm bulge between them. \"I want you... this isn't about the job or anything. Just fuck me, okay?\" Lily gasped sensually in Art's ear, feeling Rose's pleasure and now her own as she stepped backwards with Art's tie tightly in hand.\n\nShe quickly undid her slacks and dropped them and her underwear in one motion before jumping up on Art's desk. She spread her legs wide and cried out as Brad's cock slowly pressed into Rose's ass. Lily ripped her top open and pulled her bra down showing Art one of her breasts.\n\nArt dropped his pants as quickly as Lily had and presented a deliciously large cock. Lily ran her fingers through her trimmed bush and spread her pussy. She wanted that cock so fucking badly. She already felt the one in Rose's ass stretching and filling her. \"You're sure you want this?\" Art asked already rubbing his erection on Lily's soaked sex.\n\nLily threw her leg up on Art's shoulder, and he immediately grabbed it and thrust himself in. She collapsed on her back and let out a moan load enough to make Art lean in and cover her mouth with his wide palm. The move made Lily even more crazy. She bucked her hips into Art, forcing him to fuck her faster as she reveled in the sensation of Brad also filling her ass from behind.\n\nThis was worth losing a job for... Lily thought as she felt the two men roughly have their way. Four hands around her, Brad's hand around Rose's hips, and Art's on her mouth and the other squeezing her breast. She was glad to have Art's hand on her mouth as she came. The entire office would have known otherwise. She shivered as she came down and the two cocks kept thrusting. Then she felt Rose's orgasm sending Lily spiraling directly towards another herself. Brad pulled out and a feeling of warm cum splashed up her back.\n\nSuddenly, Art also pulled out and grabbed Lily's hair, bringing her towards him. Immediately, she wrapped her lips around him and he filled her mouth with cum as Brad cuddled and gently kissed Rose's body. What a wonderful sensation!\n\nLily's text tone went off as she swallowed, smiling up at Art. It was Rose: *Felt like you had a fun meeting ;)*\n\nOn Monday Lily was the new head accountant." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "A witch had cursed her with a body so blessed, men could not resist and fucked her on sight without thought. At first getting fucked 24/7 was terrifying. Now she casually goes to the store full of cum, gets gangbanged to sleep, and is known as the cursed freeuse slut around town." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I actually had sex with Nicole about 4 or 5 times before I actually talked to her. The first time I saw her was at the grocery store. I mean I had heard about the effect she had on guys so I wasn't completely surprised when I inevitably ended up sliding my dick into her pussy and unloading my nuts into her right there in the cereal isle.\n\n​\n\nThe next time was at a bar, she was already occupied with a few other guys so I just jerked off onto her tits . After that I was out jogging in the park when I caught up to her jogging and we ended up banging in the bushes. The last time I remember was last election day she gave me (and a dozen other guys) a quick blowjob while we were waiting in line to vote.\n\n​\n\nI guess I had never thought of her as beautiful beyond the getting an erection and a strong desire to fill her with semen thing guys typically get around her. But then one Saturday afternoon I saw Nicole at Starbucks getting banged by a couple guys as she waited for her coffee. I got a hard-on, yes, but for some reason I stopped and waited for the guys to finish. Nicole offered up her creampied pussy to me, but instead of just fucking her I asked her \"would you want some company while you drank your coffee?\"\n\n​\n\nShe looked shocked, and it took a while before she actually realized I was serious. She closed up the bathrobe she was wearing and we sat together at a table having coffee and just talking. We were interrupted a few times by a few random guys fucking her of course, but overall it was a great first date. She was actually intelligent and interesting and was far more than just a free use cursed slut. I mean, YES, she was a cursed free use slut but there were so many more layers to her I had never seen before.\n\n​\n\nWhen I told my friends I was dating Nicole they laughed. Of course I was dating her they said, every guy in town had \"dated\" her at least once. But when I made it clear I was not joking and that I had legitimate romantic interest in the town cum rag they were shocked.\n\n​\n\n\"How....how could you even make that work? Isn't she like, getting fucked by like a dozen guys every day?\" Jim asked me.\n\n​\n\nI said we were finding ways to make it work. A lot of staying in private places away from the attention of men was a big part of it, obviously. When I introduced them to Nicole of course they fucked her with me joining in, but afterwards we all hung out and had a fairly good time beyond just the sexual stuff.\n\n​\n\nWhen it finally was time to introduce her to my family it was awkward to say the least. Dad had to have a little alone time with her while my mom and I hung out in the living room doing our best to ignore what was going on in the other room. After that was all settled, we all had a nice dinner and I guess they were starting to warm up to her. She had inner beauty to match her outer beauty.\n\n​\n\nWe were married in June and while I was the 57th guy to have my newlywed wife that day, it was still special. The curse is still a big part of our life but we have built a life outside of it. Among the stream of guys passing through our house I have even found a few new friends. My wife can't help the way she is, and I can't help the way I feel for her." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "People are born with powers based on the body part their energy manifested in. These are referred to as cores. An eye core is clairvoyant, a leg core can run at super-speed and hand cores are telekinetic, etc. You don't know your best friend's core location but whenever you ask they blush." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Come on,” I urged. “It can’t be more embarrassing than my lame power,” I said, sipping my beer. \n\nApril just shook her head, completely scarlet. “You’ll make fun of me.”\n\n“April, my power is to inflate my body to twice it size. I look like a balloon. And do you know why? Because of my ass. My core is in my ass. Do you know what that’s like for a man? You don’t think that’s embarrassing? What the hell am I supposed to do with that, anyway? I can’t solve crimes by being as big as a blimp.”\n\n“You could always crush your enemies with the weight,” she suggested, smiling at my frustration. I didn’t mind. It seemed to make her feel better.\n\n“I could. That’s actually a good idea,” I nodded. “But I currently don’t have any nemeses. So, until then, I have a useless power. But you,” I said, pointing a finger to her, “can apparently make people do whatever you want. But you won’t explain what your core is. I need to know, just in case you become a super villain and I need to tell the government how to stop you.”\n\nShe sighed.\n\n“Fine. It’s my boobs.”\n\n“You’re kidding!”\n\n“Nope. I literally control people with my boobs.” \n\n“But...I’m looking at them right now, and I don’t feel like you’re making me do anything.”\n\nShe blushed again. “Only when they’re uncovered.”\n\n“Ah”\n\n“I told you. It’s embarrassing. Who ever heard of a topless superhero?”\n\nI was just about to say something when she corrected herself. “Topless *female* hero.”\n\n“I mean...Emma Frost from the X-Men was basically topless,” I said, lamely. \n\n“Whatever. My power is way more useless than yours,” she assured me. “No way I’m going to show my tits to some crazy guy just to save the world.”\n\n“I would if I had them,” I said. “I’d be running around, topless and proud. It would be my motto.”\n\nShe laughed. It was a nice sound. Light and fun. \n\n“How about you get us another round,” she suggested. “I’ll get the next one.”\n\n“Look at that,” I said, flagging down our server. “Already controlling me and you didn’t need to show your boobs.”" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "After inheriting his uncles mansion, a college Student reallises, that the maids are used to do sexual Services. Believing his uncle took advantage of them, he swears to treat them with utmost respect. Meanwhile the Maids grow frustrated from being denied to fullfill theyre favourite duty." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Any luck girls?\" Gwen asked with a hopeful look on her face. The slender Asian girl had just walked into the servant's kitchen to find the other three housemaids sitting around the table. However, one look at their faces told her everything she needed to know. \"I guess not...\"\n\n​\n\n\"He won't even fuck me in the ass!\" The dark-haired woman of Spanish descent said as she looked up from the table. Gwen could only smile understandingly at the distraught Isabella. \"Lord knows I've tried! I bent over probably twenty times to \"pick things up\" and other than tenting the front of his pants, nothing!\"\n\n​\n\nAs the other girl's grumbled their agreement they discussed when everything had gone wrong. It was almost a month ago now that the old Master of the house had died. Marshall Llyod had owned the house for nearly thirty years. He passed away while on a business trip and the employees had been informed at the same time they were told that the house would be passed down to his nephew. Seth Llyod looked a bit like his Uncle in his prime but the girls soon found out the two weren't very alike. \n\n​\n\n\"Why did you have to go and fuck things up Alicia!\" The third girl chimed in, glaring at the dark-skinned fourth. \"Making him all panicked! You couldn't wait for him to just give in to his lust and make a move?\"\n\n​\n\n\"HEY! Don't blame me you cow!\" Alicia snapped back at the busty blonde. She then pouted with her thick full lips before sighing. \"I was just doing my morning duty! How was I supposed to know he'd freak out by his morning wake up blowjob!?\"\n\n​\n\nSeth had indeed flipped out when Alicia had slid beneath his covers and begun to suck on his thick morning wood. That was one way Seth was A LOT like his Uncle. Just thinking about that thick piece of long hard meat made Alicia lick her lips. But Seth apparently wasn't having it! The young college student had been mortified when Alicia had explained that this was just her daily morning duty when the Master was home but Seth had grown pale and apologized for the way she had been treated.\n\n​\n\nAfter speaking with all the staff Seth looked sickened by the fact that part of the four women's duties every day was sexual in nature. Alicia was to wake the Master up with a blowjob. Gwen was his workout coach, of course motivating the Master with a nude display of her athletic body, with some of the equipment modified so she could warm his cock as well as his muscles. The busty blonde named Janet was his cook and served all of his meals topless, her busty bosom hanging out with her thick nipples pierced for the Master's viewing pleasure. And Isabella served as the Master's bath attendant, washing his back and providing a tight huge ass for the Master's daily anal fuck. Liberally thrown in was the rotating schedule of which woman provided him their less specialized services. Seth had been, alarmed.\n\n​\n\n\"Who would have thought a boy with a big dick like that wouldn't want to fuck us!\" Janet finally muttered. \"He doesn't even stare at my chest! Do you think maybe we need to hire a butler or two?\"\n\n​\n\n\"Oh stop it,\" Gwen sighed as she sat down next to Janet and shook her head. \"I've caught him checking out your chest, and Isabella's ass. He also was still hard even after freaking out from Alicia's blowjob. I've also seen in the gym mirrors that he looks at me when he thinks I can't tell. He's straight enough.\"\n\n​\n\n\"He's just a newer generation,\" Alicia said with a groan. \"Not the type to slap the help's ass or grope them when alone with them. It's sweet, but incredibly frustrating.\"\n\n​\n\n\"Tell me about it!\" Isabella moaned in frustration. \"Poor pepito, has been running through batteries like I'm trying to power a city!\"\n\n​\n\n\"You named your vibrator Pepito?\" Janey laughed and looked at the scowling Latina before frowning as well. \"But I see your point. No one besides me has played with my tits in forever!\"\n\n​\n\nSeth had apologized for his Uncle's behavior, sworn it would never happen again. As the women had tried to explain things he had brushed them off, swearing he wasn't that kind of man and would never harass any of his employees. But now with a month of no action the four women were beginning to feel a little, pent up. Each of the women had understood what the old Master was looking for and their similar interests had drawn them to the well paying jobs not only for the money but also the perks. The Llyod family men seemed to possess a virility few men had, and while Seth seemed less inclined to act on it, a seemingly endless hunger for sex.\n\n​\n\n\"Well what do we do?\" Gwen finally chimed in as the women brooded. \"I'm getting tired of waiting for him to get blue balls and make a move. Hell, he'll probably pick up some young college girl and we'll have to listen to them fuck while still not getting any!\"\n\n​\n\nAll four women shared a look of dread. They looked at each other hoping for an answer to the situation at hand. Seth hadn't wanted to talk about it, and Alicia had said that when she tried to go in his room to wake him up the \"proper\" way his door had been locked. He also seemed hesitant to be alone in a room with any of them.\n\n​\n\n\"Oh shit, I just remembered!\" Isabella suddenly spoke up. \"He mentioned we'd be getting new uniforms!\"\n\n​\n\nA chorus of groans followed that bombshell. Each of the women's outfits were skimpy and showed off their figures to their best advantage. Janet's had a corset that made her already naturally large chest look obscene, Isabella's short skirt barely hung past her plump ass, Gwen's had stockings that highlighted her lovely legs, and Alicia's was a bit of each. They also wore leather collars around their throats and they each had a sinking feeling those were going to go away.\n\n​\n\n\"Oh fuck this!\" Isabella finally said with a growl in her voice. \"Look, that boy needs to realize that a bunch of sex-loving submissive women didn't take jobs here just to be the help. We took jobs here to be used sexually by a man we call Master!\"\n\n​\n\nNods of agreement from the other three women encouraged the Latina. While until now their more submissive tendencies had kept the four women from speaking up and insisting it seemed like Isabella had finally had enough.\n\n​\n\n\"If he doesn't set things right and start harassing us and filling us with cum I say we strike!\" Isabella continued and glanced at her approving fellow maids. \"Alicia, at dinner tonight I want you under the table sucking his cock! Janet, take your top off when you serve the food! Gwen and I will explain our demands. It's time we got things back to normal around here!\"\n\n​\n\nA cheer of agreement filled the room. Secretly each woman was hoping she was the first to be used by the new Master. Seth was an intelligent man, once they explained this was what they wanted, he couldn't say no, could he? Well, maybe he could, but with four lovely ladies throwing themselves at his young hungry cock would he?" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "In an effort to both improve customer satisfaction and employee morale, a call centre has installed Sybians (male equivalent where applicable) instead of normal chairs. During a call, customers can press 0-9 to set the intensity." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "(Feedback always welcome)\n\n“Hello, thank you for calling XXX. My name is Emma. How can I help you today?”\n\nI hear a beep and my chair starts vibrating lightly. I can see on my screen that the customer has selected “3” for intensity. It’s not normally a good sign when they start so high before the call has even started really.\n\n“I’m calling about a problem with my last bill.” I’d guess my caller was a male in his mid-40s.\n\n“Can I get your name and account number please?” I wriggled slightly in my seat, already feeling the effects of the constant vibrations.\n\n“Edward Smith. Account number 4510672341.” A ping on my computer let me know that he had bumped me up to a “4”. Seriously, had I pissed him off already?\n\nI tried to keep my voice calm as I responded, although there was a slight breathiness in my voice. “Thank you, Mr. Smith. I’m pulling up your account right now. For verification purposes, can you tell me your date of birth and the last four digits of your social security number?”\n\n“Hmmmph, fine, it’s April 17, 1972 and 1409.” We were up to a “5” now and my nipples had formed stiff peaks underneath my thin silk blouse. Most customers only pushed it up to a 5 if they were really into it or really annoyed.\n\n“Excellent, sir. I have your account pulled up right now.” Oh shit, I could see from his account that this guy was one of our top tier members. That meant…yup, he must have pressed the pound key because the toy inside of me started rotating, an option only available to our Elite members. “Wh-what was the, ooooh, the, ummm, the issue on y-your invoice?”\n\n“I received a bill in the mail yesterday that does not reflect the payment I made to my account on Friday. My bill shows an outstanding balance of $36,114.”\n\n“Y-yes, sir, I can look into that for you. Hmm, ohhhh, according to our system, you did p-pay your bill on August 24th and your c-current statement balance is $2,905. However, the bill…mmmm…the bill you received was generated on August 22nd, before your payment was made. W-would you like me to issue you an updated invoice?” My hips were rocking in my chair now, chasing or escaping the intense sensations it was hard to tell. I didn’t need the ping to inform me the customer had increased the level to “6”, I could just feel it in my pussy.\n\n“Yes, but first I have another question about the bill I received.”\n\n“Of, yesssss, of course, sir. I’d b-be happy to, ooooh, answer any q-questions.”\n\n“What the hell is this annual maintenance fee I’m being charged?” We were at a “7” now and oh god, it was so hard to concentrate.\n\n“Ahhhh…All of our m-members are charged an, mmmm, an annual fee. The $800 fee is, oh god, for all the p-premium b-benefits that come with your Eeeeee-Elite Platinum Card, such as purchase p-protection, elite h-hotel status, access, oh yesssss, to luxury airport lounges, and our personal c-concierge t-travel s-service.” My forehead was beading with sweat as I tried to stay in control and remember my script. I could feel the toy rubbing against my g-spot with every rotation, the vibrating platform rubbing against my clit. “The fee was waived for your first year which is why this is the first time you’re seeing it on your bill.”\n\n“Well, I’m very unhappy with this. I spend a significant amount on this card every single month and I always pay my bill on time. I would like the annual fee waived, seeing as I am a loyal and very important customer.” His voice was laced with frustration and anger. And he was right…according to our records he was one of our highest monthly customers.\n\n“Un-unfortunately, sir, oh gooooooood, I’m not sure I can w-waive your fee.” I bit down on my lip as I tried to keep my voice steady. I was sure he could hear my desperate pants in between every sentence. “How-however, I can oooooh-offer you a $250 statement c-credit and an extra 300 po-“ I didn’t get a chance to finish before he interrupted me.\n\n“No, oh no, no.” I could just imagine him wagging his finger at me in disapproval. “I want the full fee waived, and an extra 500 points for the inconvenience you caused me due to the statement error or else I’m cancelling my account.”\n\n“I’m s-sorry, sir, I’m n-not authorized to, mmmmmmmm, to do that. I would n-need supervisory ahhhhhhhh-approval for anything g-greater than my ummmm, my offer.”\n\n“Well, then you should **get** supervisory approval. But don’t transfer me…I want you to finish *servicing* my account.” Oh, so he was pissed ***and*** into it. The computer dinged again as he bumped me up to an “8”. I’d only ever reached an “8” once before.\n\n“Y-yes, ffff….oh god… yesssssss, yes sir. P-please, mmmmm, hold.” I placed him on hold and then let out a long moan that I had been holding in. “Fuuuuuuucccckkkk!” Our cubicles were each soundproof to avoid any noise pollution. I pressed a button on my phone to connect me with the supervisor on duty.\n\n“Mr. M-Millow, mmmmm, oh god, I have an, ummmmm, an Eeeeeee-Elite P-Platinum m-member on the phoooooohhhhhh ohhhhhh ohhhhh, the ummm, the phone. He had an issue, oooooh, with his s-statement not reflecting a recent payment, and now he h-has an, ahhhhhhhh, an issue with the annual fee am-amount. He w-wants the full fee, ooooooh, waived, as well as 500 b-bonus p-points. He’s threatening to c-cancel, but he’s one of our top, fffff-oooooohh, top m-monthly mem-members. What d-do you w-want me t-to d-doooooooh?”\n\n“Can you send me his account information, Emma?”\n\n“Umm, s-sure, it’s h-here.” I shared the account with Mr. Millow and then waited while he reviewed it. My hips were bucking, humping uncontrollably in my seat as the toy vibrated powerfully inside me. My skin was flushed and felt too tight, as if my blood was boiling and pulsing in my veins. My nipples ached to be touched, but I kept my fingers locked on my desk.\n\n“Hmmm, you’re right, he’s a major spender. What did you offer him?”\n\nFor a second I had no idea what he was asking me. “I, oh god, ohmmmmm, oh I, ummm, I offered him the m-maximum I c-could…$2-250 sssss-statement c-credit and 300 p-points.” My entire body was vibrating along with the chair, shivering and shaking with desperate pleasure.\n\n“Go ahead and offer him the full amount. But let him know that we can only waive the annual fee for this year.”\n\n“Ok, Mr. Millow.” He had already hung up, but saying it gave me an extra second before I needed to return to my customer. I bit down on my lip hard, pulling in all my control and years of experience dealing with unhappy customers.\n\n“Th-thank you for holding, Mr. Smith.” I only stuttered once on the first sentence, although my voice was not low and breathy.\n\n“I sp-spoke with m-my supervisor, mmmm, and I am, ahhh, authorized to w-waive the annual f-fee and add an additional 5…ohhhhh...500 p-points to your r-rewards b-balance.” Ok, not quite as controlled on the second sentence, and a few moans snuck through again. But overall I was keeping my composure fairly well.\n\n“W-with these updates, oooooooh, yessss, you h-have a rewards b-balance of 109,364, and yooooohhh-y-your updated s-statement b-balance will be $2,105. My, ayyyyyyyy, my s-supervisor di-did w-want to m-make sure that y-you were aware that, ooooooh, that w-we will only b-be w-waiving the annual f-fee, mmmmmm, for this y-year and it w-will show up on y-y-your b-bill for Au….ohhhhhh…August 2019.”\n\n“Thank you, Emma. You’ve been a very good girl.” The voice sounded pleased and I was hopeful that this call would soon be over.\n\nI brought back my happy customer service script. “Is th-there anyth-thing else I c-can h-help you w-with t-today?”\n\n“Just one last thing, Emma dear. Can you tell me how long we’ve been on this call?” His voice now had something of a smug and condescending tone.\n\n“It’s b-been j-just ohhhhh-over 12 m-minutes, sir.” Fuck, had it really been that long? My mind felt all dazed from the constant sensations bombarding me. I needed this call to wrap up now.\n\n“Mmmhmm, and what intensity level does it say we’re at?”\n\n“E-eight, M-Mr. Smith.” Why was he asking this? He had to know already.\n\n“You’ve provided excellent service, Emma. I think you deserve a break.”\n\nThe computer dinged as the intensity level bumped up to a “9”. Almost no one ever got to the “9” setting. It wasn’t even an option for most customers. “Ohhhhh….wh….unghhhhhhh….” I lost control of my voice as the toy inside of me ratcheted up to an intensity I wasn’t remotely prepared for.\n\n“That’s it, Emma. Just like that.” The voice is my ear was soothing and demanding at once. I barely remembered who it belonged to.\n\n“AHHHHH! Ungghhhhh, fff-fuucc-mmmpphhhh!” My body was shaken mercilessly, my hips rocking against the toy, pressing it tighter against my clit and g-spot and forcing it farther inside of my tight pussy.\n\n“Cum for me, Emma. I want to hear you let go.” I could barely understand what the voice was saying, but my body instinctively knew what it was telling me.\n\nI shouted wordlessly as an intense orgasm swept through me. My hands scrabbled at the desk as I tried to hold myself steady, my body flailing in my chair as I lost control of my muscles. Fire raced through my spine and down to the tips of my toes as I arched out of my seat. It felt like I had been electrified. My orgasm probably lasted 30 seconds. 30 seconds of heart pounding, brain melting, liquifying pleasure.\n\nAs I came down from that blissful high, my breath panting heavily and my head resting against my cool desk, I could hear Mr. Smith’s voice in my ear.\n\n“Very, very good, Emma. I hope I get you on the phone when I call to dispute next month’s bill.” A shiver wracked my spine at that dangerous prospect.\n\nThe phone clicked as he hung up the phone and my chair slowly powered back down to zero. I was slumped over my desk, sweaty and shivering. There was no way I could answer another call just yet. I reached up and pressed Ctrl + O on my keyboard and let the “Orgasm Break” five-minute countdown appear on my screen.\n\nI was going to need it." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "\"I think the armor we gave Sarah is cursed\" \"What makes you say that?\" \"Well...she's cumming all over the floor, screaming about how its moving or something.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"I think the armor we gave Sarah is cursed.\" Tam stopped walking. \n\n\"What makes you say that?\" Peter paused as well, looking over at Tam.\n\n \"Well...she's cumming all over the floor, screaming about how its moving or something.\" Tam nodded over her shoulder.\n\nPeter looked back, and saw it was true. Sarah was kneeling on the floor with her legs opened wide, even though it looked like she was trying to close them.\n\n\"It... its moving!\" Sarah screamed, cum flowing out of the armor's crotch plate and pooling on the floor.\n\n\"Ah, you might be right about that.\" Peter nodded.\n\n\"What should we do?\" Tam raised her eyebrow.\n\n\"Ruu... rubbing against my clitttt... \" Sarah was cut off as her teeth chattered from another strong orgasm.\n\n\"Ummm... \" Peter pondered. \"I'm not sure.\"\n\n\"Cold metal... uhhnnnnn...\" Sarah's eyes widened. \"It's inside me!.\" Her body spasmed and she trusted her hips, appearing to hump the air. \"Ohhhh god!\" Cum streamed out of the armor and splashed on the ground.\n\n\"I guess we should just... wait it out?\" Tam suggested.\n\n\"What!\" Sarah screamed before another cry of ecstasy was ripped from her.\n\n\"Nothing else to do I think.\" Peter sat down against the wall.\n\nTam joined him and they watched as the armor continued to ravage their companion. Sarah kept screaming in climax and soaking the stone under her while her eyes started to roll up and drool dripped from her lips." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Your shape-shifting best friend accepts your challenge to guess your 'type'." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“Alright,” she said, slipping off the couch to stand in front of me. “I know you pretty well. Let’s go.”\n\n\nLike clay being shaped by invisible hands, the body of my best friend was molded into a stranger. Her frame became longer, leaner, and the curve of her hips suddenly stretched her leggings. Her breasts swelled, pushing out against her shirt as her face rearranged itself into something beautiful and refined to match her model-perfect figure. The last touch was her brown eyes turning blue as her dark curls straightened out, turning into a golden curtain draped over her shoulders. The process would have been quite disturbing if I hadn't seen it hundreds of times.\n\n\n“So?” she asked with a subtle French accent. “Do I win a prize?”\n\n\n\"No,\" I chuckled. \"Very pretty, obviously, and the accent is a nice touch, but that's not my type.\"\n\n\n“Really? I could have sworn you said… ah, what's her name? Whoever that actress is. She looks just like this. You said she was your type.”\n\n\n“Oh yeah… Well, I do like her, but she's not my *type* type.”\n\n\n“Damn,” she sighed. “Alright, how about…”\n\n\nHer overall form didn’t change very much, but her hair warped into waves of dark red that flowed all the way down to her collarbone. After a blink, her eyes were an emerald green that made my heart thump as she held my gaze.\n\n\n“I do like redheads…” I trailed off as she hooked a finger in the collar of her top and tugged downwards, showing off some gorgeous pale cleavage. “Um…”\n\n\nShe giggled and released her shirt. “Come on, don't say this isn't your *type* type again. I've got you dead to rights.” She glanced at her reflection in the dark screen of the TV. “Yeah, I'm hot. What, do you like freckles?”\n\n\nBefore I could say anything, little spots began to speckle her skin, growing darker and denser until they covered her face and arms. I swallowed hard. \n\n\n“I… I do like freckles. But that's not the one.”\n\n\nShe pouted at me. “Fine. How about…”\n\n\nA pale raven-haired beauty appeared before me. \n\n\n“Nope.”\n\n\nA ridiculously curvy blonde almost burst out of clothes meant for a much smaller woman. \n\n\n“Getting colder.”\n\n\n“Um… fuck,” she muttered. After a few moments of rearranging, a tall, athletic black woman smiled hesitantly at me. \n\n\n“Still no.”\n\n\nAn Asian woman bit her lip and stared at me questioningly.\n\n\n“You're just guessing now, aren’t you?”\n\n\n“I thought I had you with the actress!” she cried, throwing up her hands. \"Um… um… fuck, I don’t know. I give up.\" She shifted back to her normal short, frizzy-haired self.\n\n\n“You got it,” I said quietly.\n\n\n“Eh?”\n\n\n“My type.” I nodded towards her, my heart pounding. She looked down at herself.\n\n\n\"What? But I’m… not… oh.\" She glanced back up at me. Her cheeks went a dark red, and she turned away again. “You dork. Just say so next time.”\n\n\n“Next time?”\n\n\n“I... Just shut up, okay?”\n\n\nI started to say something anyway, but her lips did a much better job of silencing me.\n\n\n-----\n\n\nA short thing I felt like doing. Hopefully it came out alright. All comments and criticisms are welcome." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "[IP] \"Back so soon?\" \"Temple's haunted.\" \"So... wait. Why... why are you grabbing viagra?\" \"Temple's haunted.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Jack Haggler was a renowned explorer and treasure hunter. If there had ever been a real-life Indiana Jones, it was this man. So, when he told the world that he was heading off alone to search for *Naós tis seirínas* \\-- The Temple of the Sirens -- the world didn't blink twice. He wasn't the type to carry camera crews, or any of that nonsense; his exploits were personal and educational, and for the betterment of history. Maybe there was a dash of personal pride to be covered, too.\n\nIt took a few weeks of following stale leads in old libraries before he was almost certain he found the old ruins on an island in the Saronic that didn't show up on public maps. His concern at first, of course, was that it had been hidden because it was a Greek military installation. When he approached the shore, he realized that most certainly was not the case. The Island itself was covered in thick vegetation, unlike many others in the area, and made for perfect concealment of something more hidden. After a brief exploration ashore, he found aged monolithic columns that had fallen and become embedded in the soil. Just a bit more after that and he discovered the pool of reflection that was mentioned in the text. The cool blue water surrounded him as he dove in, swimming through a small passage way, and surfacing inside the gazing pool of an underground temple. \"Well, I'll be!\" He shouted, hooting and hollering. \"Yes!\" He laughed. \"I knew it was here.\"\n\nThere obviously had been no one here in a long time. Though the air was damp, it was relatively dry inside. He gathered piles of scrolls from table tops, placing them in his pack. He paused as he heard a feminine voice call out to him quietly, \"Hello.\" She said, approaching him.\n\n\"Ma'am?\" He said, shocked. He dropped his pack to the floor. Two more approached him. \"How'd you--?\"\n\n\"We've always been here.\" She said. All three women looked remarkably the same. All were clad in white robes, with long black hair that teased the tops of their shoulders. \"Why are you here?\"\n\n\"I'm an explorer. I was interested in the history here...\" He answered carefully. \"Your history.\"\n\n\"Our history?\" The front one said. \"We have not seen a man in a very long time. We are bound here.\" Her syntax was rigid and cold, yet somehow melodic, and she was beautiful.\n\n\"Bound, like how?\" He asked, backing up as she grew closer. He grabbed his bag, holding onto one of the straps. \n\n\"Does it matter?\" She suddenly became incorporeal. Her white robes fell through her into a pile on the floor. As if she were suddenly submerged in water, her hair rose around her, now a wispy green. Her breasts, too, floated upward as if she had plunged beneath the surface of an unseen pool. Her sisters became ethereal, as well, nude, and bearing the appearance of underwater suspension.\n\nJack's back hit the column. \"Well, I--\"\n\nThe lead sister didn't take a knee, she just passed through the steps at the base of the column. With magical ease, she unfastened his belt and pants, and pulled them down to his knees. His manhood hung soft before her, \"Do I not enthrall you?\" She asked, sadly. She placed a hand around his cock and lifted it to her mouth, gently sucking him inside.\n\n\"I-- Wow.\" He leaned his head back, feeling his girth expand in her mouth. He didn't expect her to be warm. He didn't expect to be enjoying this as much as he did. As he leaned back, he felt the hands of her sisters rub on his thighs, his balls, his chest, and through his hair. His cock grew to its full size, throbbing with anticipation as the woman who held him in her mouth, used techniques he had never been privy to.\n\nThe lead sister took his substantial size all the way to the back of her throat and firmly, yet gently, squeezed his balls. \"You've lasted longer than I expected.\"\n\nIt wasn't long after that that he felt the artful contact of a skilled tongue forcefully licking under the head of his cock, teasing the frenulum, before pulling away and working the shaft of his cock with her hands until... spurts of thick white cum came shooting out in ribbons. She caught a little in her mouth, some across her breasts, and most on her arm. He had to catch himself to keep from collapsing, clenching his eyelids tightly as he finished cumming. When he opened his eyes, there was no one in the room, and there was a puddle of his cum on the floor, and some still dripping from the end of his cock. \"Uh...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "[IP] As part of a deal a fae demands his firstborn child. He had an interesting iterpretation on what that meant. (You can mess with the details a bit.)" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Farona looked quietly at the mortal, judging him as she would a prized horse. In this case, a stud stallion.\n\nThe young man, barely a boy of his species, lowered his gaze; intensely examining the ground between them. Farona's piercing sight examined every aspect of his being; his muscles torso, stout arms, sturdy legs, and *very* excited loins.\n\n\"You understand that the fae do not bare children as you do? That we are not as *virulent* as the mortals?\" \n\nThe boy nodded, his cheeks coloring with embarrassment. *Glad I am not the only one* she thought.\n\n\"Still, your chosen way to repay the debt is to breed with me? Would you wait so long with all your village's girls also desiring you?\"\n\nSilence passed between them for a moment before the boy spoke.\n\n\"I would be willing to wait for you, you are beautiful beyond measure, and even the fairest of my kind pales before you.\"\n\nThe fae woman was taken aback. *Points for persistence* she thought.\n\n\"I cannot keep you. Not beyond this night, but there is a way for this to work. To make it so my child is your first born; I must store your seed and ensure that you know no women until I am complete. This could be your entire life, but possibly not. You will be impotent, and have no desire, until your child is born. Do you consent?\"\n\nHe nodded slightly, then was unable to speak or move.\n\nLike a stone, he fell rigidly on his back as fae magic envelopes him. \n\nThe elf stepped confidently forward, opening her sheer robe and showing her perky, pale, breasts. The robe slipped to the ground, revealing a muscled but thin body and a pink vulva with a small strip of golden hair.\n\nShe moved her fingers in a quick gesture, and the mortal's clothes evaporated into the air; exposing the man's rigid member. She straddled him, noting his fear and excitement as she perched her puss over his peck. She slid down, breathing out sharply as she allowed the manling to penetrate her. She twitched her fingers again, allowing him to feel but not orgasm as she had her fun. She ground down on the helpless one, using him as her personal dildo, and feeling him strain against her magical and invisible restraint.\n\nAfter several hours, she came. The power of her orgasm shook the trees. When her soul returned from the pleasure, she slowly dismounted him and reached for her fallen robe.\n\nFrom the robe she drew a glass vial and slipped it over his penis. His body tingled with sensation as her warm juices lubricated the vial's journey down his shaft.\n\nWhen the vial reached the base of his cock, she ran her other hand over his chest. She tilted his chin towards her face, and kissed him on the lips. The restraint on his orgasms lifted and he exploded into the vial. Wave upon ecstatic wave pulsed his seed into the vial, draining the entirety of his testicles.\n\nHe went flaccid and fell into death-like slumber. Farona carefully removed the vial from his now useless organ. He was strong, the seed was good, it would be a shame to waste such potential. Too bad for him, she thought, that the fae only become fertile once every hundred years." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "You are a college student that has just discovered that they are Allowed To Do Anything. Sit on the Dean's lap wearing cat lingerie? He asks you if you're comfortable. Grope the Head Cheerleader? She asks you if you want her to take her top off, for easier access." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "When I got the letter telling me about it, I thought it was a prank. \"I've cast a spell on you, you won't be able to get in any trouble xoxo~\" sounds like someone trying to get you into trouble.\n\nStill, I was a horny freshman, and it's hard to pass up that kind of invitation... I started small, telling myself I'd do something that I could pass off as a joke if it didn't work out. I went to the corner store down the street, picked out my favorite candybar and told the clerk \"I'm stealing this okay?\"\n\n\"Is that it? You don't want a drink to go with that?\" She asked helpfully, as if it was totally normal.\n\n\"No, I'm good.\" I said, walking out of the store as I thought about how that's hardly conclusive data. So I decide to up the stakes a little bit, I went back to my dorm and asked my roommate. \"Hey, so, uhh, forgive me if this is an awkward question, but are you straight?\"\n\n\"As an arrow, sorry to disappoint.\" She smiled softly at me as she let me down.\n\n\"So... if I wanted to experiment with you...\"\n\n\"Look, you're pretty, but like I said I'm not interested.\" She said again, this time a bit more irritated.\n\nI nodded. Pursing my lips as I said gathered my courage to say \"I-I'm going to take your clothes off now.\"\n\nShe shrugged without looking up from her notes \"knock yourself out.\"\n\nI swallowed, trying to calm myself before reaching forward with shaking hands. And pulling her baggy sweater over her head, she wore a flesh-toned bra to keep her large breasts in line. My face was beet red as I stared for a bit too long, and I only really know because she eventually asked \"do you need some help?\"\n\n\"S-sure.\" I said, clutching her sweater as I watched her strip out of her tight jeans and comfortable panties, before finally dropping her bra, all while my eyes widened to drink in her gorgeous body and she went back to studying like nothing was wrong.\n\nI didn't try anything for a week. My roommate who later introduced herself as Jessica didn't bring it up again. But I couldn't stop thinking about it all week. So once again my curiosity got the better of me and I asked \"Hey jess.. if you found out I used some kinda magic to make you do lewd things with me, would you be mad at me?\"\n\n\"I mean, isn't that what you did last week?\" Jess asked calmly. \"No, I'm not mad, I think that's part of the spell.\" She shrugged \"maybe it's dangerous, but if that spell keeps me from being upset then I don't mind.\"\n\n\"So... can I test it on you?\" I asked shyly.\n\nJess seemed to think before putting her notes away. \"Alright, but only because I'm also curious.\"\n\n\"Okay, okay, can you... umm... get me a glass of water?\"I asked.\n\nJess got up to get me a glass of water. \"You're going to need to try to make me uncomfortable if you're going to test this.\"\n\n\"A-alright then, c-could you strip for me again?\"\n\n\"No, it seems I can refuse you if you ask still.\" Jessica decided.\n\n\"Then... I...\" I took a deep breath and said \"I order you to strip for me!\" I yelled, pointing at her for effect.\n\nJessica didn't think twice, stripping bare. \"So that works I guess. Do you have anything else? Because I have a couple before you move on to stress testing this spell.\"\n\n\"N-nothing, but... stress testing?\" I asked, a bit worried.\n\n\"Well you're going to want to know the limits, right? Ask me something I don't know.\"\n\n\"O-oh, umm... what color are my panties?\" I asked awkwardly.\n\n\"Hmm... blue?\"\n\n\"Not quite, I'm not wearing any. It's laundry day.\" I answered.\n\n\"Alright, so I can't tell you something I don't know.\" She sighed \"that would have been nice. Alright, now order me to become a lesbian.\"\n\n\"A-are you sure?\"\n\n\"If it works, you can just change me back.\" She decided \"but if this works...\"\n\n\"I see... Jessica, I order you to become a lesbian.\" We waited for some time.\n\n\"Nothing, and one more thing... I want you to walk down to the corner store, butt naked, and just take dinner.\" Jessica thought for a second \"and the underwear of whoever is working the till.\"\n\n\"E-excuse me!?\" I asked, blushing a deep red as I listened to Jessica's demands.\n\n\"Well if you really can't get in trouble, you should be able to get away with it, right? If you get in trouble, I'll help you pay bail.\" She smiled softly as a pit grew in my stomach.\n\n\"A-alright, fine, I'll go.\" I said, clumsily stripping out of my clothes to go out, the cool night air stiffened my nipples, but did nothing to help the warmth between my legs.\n\nI got to the store, there was a different girl there this time, she looked intimidating, with her lip and septum piercing and the tattoos across her arms. I swallowed as I brought my things to the counter and said again. \"I-im stealing th-these.\"\n\n\"Anything else?\" She asked, checking me out casually, but as with the girl from last week, didn't bother trying to stop me.\n\n\"Y-yes, I'd also like your panties too.\" My face was beet red, but she just shrugged.\n\n\"Not wearing any, sorry.\"\n\n\"C-can I see?\" She stepped away from the counter as casually as she did the rest of her job, unbuckling her belt and pulling her pants down to mid-thigh, showing me her clean-shaven pussy.\n\nI stared for longer then I meant to before I decided to do a test of my own. \"G-give me your clothes, whenever you work from now on, don't wear anything more then socks and shoes.\" I said, a little numb from everything that was happening, but again, the cashier didn't think anything of stripping naked.\n\n\"Alright, I'll work naked from now on.\" She agreed.\n\n\"Th-thanks.\" I said, leaving dinner on the counter as I brought her uniform home.\n\n\"So... how did it go?\" Jessica asked as she saw me coming back in the door.\n\n\"Oh, umm... well, I guess, I didn't get in trouble, so that's nice.\" I answered, showing her the uniform. \"Oh, but I guess I did forget dinner...\"\n\n\"Well... I guess it's not that bad, now, onto the testing...\"" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Write, as unironically erotic as you can, a story about a young man finally getting to have sex with the neighbor's enormously-breasted daughter, in the format of a 4-chan Greentext." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\\>be me, 5/10.\n\n\\>neighbor girl, qt3.14 with massive breasts\n\n\\>get text one weekend from neighbor\n\n\\>”home alone, want to come over?”\n\n\\>was about to fill my mason jar\n\n\\>mlp.png\n\n\\>”sure, ok.”\n\n\\>sneak out back door, climb fence\n\n\\>she’s waiting at the back door\n\n\\>wearing a bra\n\n\\>bra is 5 seconds from snapping\n\n\\>tenting pants\n\n\\>go to her couch, she strips\n\n\\>rockhard.pdf\n\n\\>I strip\n\n\\>she pushes me onto couch on my back\n\n\\>she sucks me off\n\n\\>ohface.png\n\n\\>stop her after a minute because I’m close already\n\n\\>she gives me condom, says she doesn’t want my babies\n\n\\>lays back\n\n\\>I eventually find the hole\n\n\\>inside her\n\n\\>she actually moans\n\n\\>MFW I’m a Chad now\n\n\\>see ya later virgins\n\n\\>instantly cum\n\n\\>she’s disappointed\n\n\\> we try three more times that night before she gives up.\n\n\\>she doesn’t cum\n\n\\>still hit" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "You wake up in the morning after a drunken hookup, and not only is the girl is still around making breakfast, and smoking hot... but also... TRIPLETS?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Dave lay in bed. His head had the mild throb of a passing hangover. Fortunately, it was not the worst he had ever had, and he could mostly function. He chose to lay there for a moment, reveling in the memory of last night.\n\nGetting laid was always good. It was even better when she was a total babe. If he was lucky, she'd still be around. Although there was something odd. He was not sure if it was his mind playing tricks on him, but he swore he remembered seeing multiple versions of the woman. He figured it was probably the alcohol.\n\nHe got out of bed and shuffled to the kitchen/living area. A grin crossed his face. The woman from last night, Claire if his memory was right, was still there. She was wearing nothing but a thong, and was busy stirring a bowl. Dave took a moment to appreciate the sight of her long legs, tight curves and firm bubble butt. \n\nHe then made his move. He didn't try to sneak up on her, he simply approached from behind, slid his hands around her slender waist and up her toned tummy. He grabbed hold of her large, perky DDs, and began playing. Clair moaned lightly as one of his hands fell down, sliding into her panties. Her moans of pleasure picked up rapidly as he touched her.\n\nHe could feel her desire mounting as his fingers worked on her lower lips, until she clenched her mouth and let out a series of squeaks as her body trembled. He felt her juices flowing, and he removed his hands. \n\n\"Morning.\" He said.\n\n\"Uh-huh.\" Claire replied dreamily. \"Very good.\"\n\nShe spun around and pressed herself against him. Her full lips met his. The kiss was deep and filled with pure lust. He was only too happy to respond. And only stop when they both had to breathe.\n\n\"So, I guess you're sticking around for a repeat of last night?\" Dave asked.\n\n\"Oh, absolutely. If that was what you could do while drunk, I definitely want to find out what you can do while sober.\"\n\n\"Just wait. It'll blow your mind.\"\n\n\"Mm, can't wait. Oh, hold on, we should probably eat first. We're going to need our energy.\"\n\nHe nodded and looked over her shoulder. A bowl of what he assumed was pancakes batter was in it, ready to go.\"\n\n\"Looks good. I will never turn down fresh pancakes.\"\n\n\"Anyone who does is an idiot.\" Claire said with a nod.\n\nSuddenly, Dave felt something. Two large, soft objects pressing against his back. A pair of slender hands wrapped around him and ran along his chest. He felt the soft purring of a woman.\n\nHe turned and saw who was holding him, only to find Claire. He looked back and saw Claire searching for an appropriate ladle. Then he looked back and saw Claire hugging him.\n\n\"Aw, how cute! He's confused.\" Hugging Claire said with a laugh. \"Let me guess, don't remember all the details from last night.\"\n\n\"I...guess not.\" He thought hard. The vestiges of his hangover were clearing, and he was able to figure it out. \"Uh...twins?\"\n\n\"Something like that. Do you at least remember one of our names? That'll make things easier.\"\n\n\"Claire. I remember that.\"\n\n\"That's me.\" The sister at the kitchen counter said.\n\n\"Okay, that's one. I'm guessing that's the only one you remember?\"\n\n\"Uh...sorry?\"\n\n\"Don't be.\" Claire, actual Claire said. \"It happens all the time. Like, ALL the time. We're used to it.\"\n\n\"Ah, okay. So, you are...\"\n\n\"Cassie.\"\n\n\"Right. So...\" \n\nWell, now some of last night's memories made sense. He had not been seeing multiple women, just two identical twin sisters. It felt like he had been seeing more than double, but oh well. He'd gotten twins!\n\n\"Hey, Claire, did he give you a wake up?\" Cassie asked.\n\n\"Oh yeah.\" Claire purred. \"A damn good one.\"\n\n\"Do I get one too?\"\n\nDave answered by grabbing Cassie and lifting her onto the nearest surface. Then he dove between her firm thighs. She was dressed much like her sister, and he took full advantage of that. His tongue shot out and began pleasuring her just as effectively as he had her sister.\n\nCassie writhed with joy as he worked on her. He could feel her and hear her screams of pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his head, locking him in place as he worked. Not that he was going anywhere. He was all too eager to be where he was. Well, until she was brought to orgasm anyway. He lapped up everything that came from her as she stiffened and let out an oddly silent scream of joy.\n\n\"Hey! We said we'd wait for everyone to wake up before starting!\" Another voice called from the other room.\n\nCassie burbled happily as Dave poked his head up over her thigh. He saw another Cassie. \n\n\"Uh... triplets?\" He asked hesitantly.\n\n\"Okay, who does he remember?\" The third sister asked.\n\n\"Me to start.\" Claire said as she began ladling pancakes onto his frying pan.\n\n\"I was just reintroduced.\" Cassie said weakly.\n\n\"Uh...sorry?\" Dave said.\n\n\"Nah, don't worry about it.\" Sister three said. \"Happens weirdly often..I guess we're so awesome that guys forget there's more than one of us.\" It was hard to argue with that. \"Anyway, I'm Chloe, just so we're all good going forward. Also, don't worry if you forget which of us is which. We know we're hard to tell apart.\"\n\nThe other two sisters nodded their agreement. Dave was too busy processing. Triplets. He had gotten triplets. Insanely hot triplets. This was definitely going to be an interesting day.\n\n\"So, do I get my good morning now?\" Chloe asked with a wide grin. \n\nHe just hoped his jaw would last long enough to enjoy it." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "A mage summons a succubus and attempts to bind her to a contract. It fails, but the succubus plays along because she finds the mage cute." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The summoning circle exploded into a whirl of smoke, slowly subsiding into the shadow of a horned creature of the night.\n\n\"W-whoa... it actually worked!\"\n\nThose high-pitched words were the first to enter the ears of the succubus, who needed a moment to steady herself after the suddenness of being transported to another world. She appeared to have been summoned into the middle of a forest, with the sun having been down for atleast an hour. The tiki torches planted along the outskirts of the circle illuminated the figure of a young mage, shakily holding a textbook in one hand and a magic staff in the other. The mage took a deep breath in, before reciting words clearly written straight on the book.\n\n\"Succubus of the night, I am Your Na- I-I mean Emily, and I have summoned you to request your aid. Tell me your name.\"\n\n\"...my name is Lilinvynia, dear mage. Someone like you though... can call me whatever you like, Mistress Emily.\"\n\nJust as Lilinvynia predicted, the mage's face flushed with red at the sheer connotation filled in that answer. What was a girl like her doing, summoning a creature like her? She stood there, waiting in the summoning circle for a good ten seconds while the mage recomposed herself.\n\n\"T-These are the terms of the contract I shall bind you to. When I release you from this circle, you will adhere to them to the best of your abilities, and you may not leave until they are fulfilled or until I release you so. A-and I think I-I'll just call you Lily. Actually, that is the first term of the contract. I will call you Lily.\"\n\nShe'd heard the whole spiel before, but she had to stifle her laughter at the last part. This girl really wasn't prepared for what she could be getting herself into.\n\n\"All right. I will act within the best of my powers to make sure you call me \"Lily\", okay?\"\n\n\"I-I don't think it's supposed to be a choice, but-\n\n*Ahem*. Next, you will protect me from any dangers during your time under this contract. Like slimes, zombies, weird plant things, oh and...\"\n\nLily wasn't really listening to Emily's list of every monster that scared her. The succubus instead spent her energy admiring that soft, freckled face underneath a pair of round glasses and a wizard hat that was comically big for the mage's stature. She was starting to work her way down and try to figure out what was underneath those blue robes when she was shot back to reality.\n\n\"...oh and other succubi! That could get kinda weird, especially if you know each other. Though if you do, you don't have to kill them, unless you have a rivalry thing or some hatred or-\"\n\n\"Emily. Is there any specific purpose or quest you summoned me for today?\"\n\n\"Ah! Well, uh...\" The mage's stare fell down towards the ground, avoiding eye contact as she hide under her wizard hat. \"I, uh, was hoping you would... and uh...\"\n\nThe mumblings of the woman couldn't be heard by Lily, but the intent was entirely clear.\n\n\"Emily, do you want me to fuck you?\"\n\n\"Ah! Well, uh, maybe? B-But it's not just that, this would also be my, uh, first... But you have to promise not to eat my soul or anything!\"\n\nLily smiled. \"Well, I suppose you should go ahead and seal the contract.\"\n\n\"Really? Oh, uh, right.\" Emily repeated a few ancient words from the book, and her staff glowed in power just as she launched the binding spell straight at the succubus, freeing her from the circle as she fell under the mage's command.\n\nWell, that was Emily's perspective. If she'd read three pages ahead on what a failed verbal contract binding looks and sounds like, the fizzling sound and fact that there was no sealing letters marked around the succubi's would tell the mage to run like hell, for the monster was free and unbound by contract.\n\nBut, Lily simply walked towards the mage, looking down on the very nervous lady who wanted what was about to come, but wasn't sure if she was truly prepared for it.\n\n\"So, where do you want to do it?\" Lily asked.\n\n\"Uh, it probably wouldn't be wise to go all the way back to town. I did it out here so no one would find me summoning you, so I guess... here?\"\n\n\"On the ground? You really are a dirty girl.\"\n\n\"That's not what I-whoa!\" Emily's retort was interrupted by being shoved to the ground, falling onto a soft patch of grass. Her wizard hat flew into the trees, and Lily wasted no time climbing on top of her prize. She drew her face closer to the mage's, creeping up to the heavily breathing girl's mouth, before filling it with a ripe kiss.\n\nEmily grabbed onto the succubi's body with her arms, and kicked off her boots so she could wrap her legs around it too. Even when Lily broke off the kiss, they both wanted more.\n\n\"Let me do the work, sweetie. Just lay back, relax, and enjoy the best night of your life.\"\n\nShe nodded in eager anticipation. Then, Emily's robes were ripped off her body, revealing a blue set of matching underwear, a garment that wouldn't last nearly as long as the robes. Lily drew aside the bra first, bringing her tongue down to the left nipple as her hands assaulted the right.\n\nMoans filled the forest, and in the back of her head, Emily prayed that no one was on a midnight hunt for animals, as stumbling across these two would be quite embarrassing for the mage. It wasn't long before Lily decided to bring her efforts downwards, giving Emily a gaze of pure lust before moving to claim her prey.\n\nWith the experience Lily had, she knew exactly how long it would take to make her come. Her tongue moved in expert swirls, in all the right places, and as Emily jolted, shook, seemed all but ready to explode into pure bliss..!\n\n\"Huh?\" Emily felt all the pleasurable sensations halt. The succubus pulled back her assault, getting up in a swift motion, and began walking back to the summoning circle. \n\n\"W-Where are you going? I didn't even-\"\n\n\"You didn't come, but we had sex, correct? It appears that I have filled all the terms of my contract, and am heading back to Hell. As stipulated in the contract.\"\n\nEmily thought about it for a moment, realized she was correct, and then proceeded to panic. \"W-Wait, please! I-I really want to- I-I-I'll do anything!\"\n\nLily stopped, smiled, and turned back around. She grabbed the trembling girl's chin softly with her fingers, bringing them only a few feet away in eye-level. \"If I am to satisfy you tonight, then there's one simple thing I need from you.\"\n\n\"Y-Yes... anything...\"\n\n\"You'll make this a regular event, dear.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Being the only guy in the adventuring party can be fun. But for Dave, the human fighter who's the only guy in a group of extremely horny and kinky girls, it can be exhausting in multiple ways…" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A hundred gold, just to capture a couple of highwaymen?\" said Dave, incredulous.\n\n\"Count it out. The princess's steward dropped it off this morning,\" said the tavern keeper. She dropped a fat leather satchel on the oaken bar and Dave heard the telltale jingle of cold hard cash.\n\n\"I can't believe it. What's the catch?\" said the fighter.\n\n\"No catch. The guards are just stretched so thin with all those orcs running around to the south, and they need somebody to pick up the slack.\"\n\nDave quickly finished up the last of the bacon and eggs on his plate. Even split among the party, that was enough cash for a new sword and expenses for a month. Not exactly life changing money, but it was a big deal for an adventuring party and it was hardly a dangerous quest...\n\n\"Well, it's not glamorous. But how can I turn down that kind of reward?\" said Dave. \"Um. Say... it's kind of quiet this morning. Isn't it?\"\n\nCatching his meaning, the tavern keeper shifted uncomfortably.\n\n\"I haven't seen your friends, if that's what you're asking.\"\n\nDave sighed.\n\n\"*Friends* is a strong word. Anyway, that's what I was worried about.\"\n\n\"Good luck, adventurer.\"\n\nDave smiled weakly and left the tavern. It was *always* the same story with these girls; the hardest part was never the quest, it was wrangling his party into getting ready and leaving town in the first place.\n\nWell, at least he knew where to start looking. Miranda the Great ran the magic shop in town, so he walked across the square and knocked on her door.\n\n\"Miranda, are you there? We have a job,\" Dave yelled.\n\n\"*Dave, is that you? Um, one second. Don't come in,*\" came a voice from the other side of the door.\n\nDave sighed. Miranda was renowned across the kingdom for the spells she could weave... but she was a bit of a homebody. He waited as patiently as he could, but thoughts of gold danced around his head, and after a minute he banged on the door again.\n\n\"Come on, we don't have all day.\"\n\n\"*Just... one minute!*\"\n\n\"I'm coming in,\" he said.\n\n\"*Nooooo!*\"\n\nHe rolled his eyes and pulled a small instrument from his belt, and he jimmied the lock until it clicked. He swung open the door and stepped inside, to find a red-faced but surprisingly fully-clothed Miranda leaning against the counter. Potions and arcane tomes were stacked up as far as the eye could see, and Dave peered around warily.\n\n\"Whacha' doing?\"\n\n\"Nothing.\" She answered a little too quickly.\n\n\"Uh huh. Are you ready? We have some work.\"\n\n\"Um. I'll be ready in a minute.\" She was sweating, breathing heavy. \"Have you already talked to Aya and Carleen?\"\n\nDave squinted at her, suspiciously.\n\n\"Not yet...\"\n\nAnd then a green *tentacle* extended from behind the counter and wrapped itself around Miranda's ankle. She hastily kicked it back, and Dave threw his hands up in the air.\n\n\"I can explain...\"\n\n\"I don't have time for this shit. Just take care of it,\" said the fighter. \"We're leaving in half an hour.\"\n\nHe slammed the door behind him and walked over to the edge of town, towards the hunters' camp. Whatever weird magic Miranda was up to he did *not* want to know.\n\n\"Aya, where are you?\" he yelled. \"I need you.\"\n\n\"You need me, human?\" came a voice from above him.\n\nDave jumped, and he looked upwards; Aya, the amazonian barbarian from the southern isles, was sitting on a tree branch twenty feet in the air... totally nude.\n\n\"Aya, we talked about this. You need to wear *clothes* when you're in a human town.\"\n\n\"Clothes make me sweaty. They chafe. You have no trouble stripping naked when I come to you at night, Dave of the Long Spear.\"\n\nAya leaped down from the tree and landed on her feet right in front of him, and he shifted his sword belt.\n\n\"That's... different. It's okay when we're... nevermind. Are you ready to go?\"\n\n\"I'm always ready for you, Dave of the Hard Spear.\" She reached for his crotch, and Dave slapped her hand away.\n\n\"Not what I meant. We have a job to do, with a lot of money on the line.\"\n\nAya spit on the ground.\n\n\"Human money means nothing to me, Dave of the Thick Spear.\"\n\n\"Then I'll keep your share. We'll work out some, ah, *other* reward. *Later.* There are a couple of highwaymen harrassing travelers up the road.\"\n\n\"Ah, I've never had two men at once.\"\n\n\"Oh, for gods' sakes. Just get your axe, and put on some clothes, dammit.\"\n\n\"It will be as you say, Dave of the Penetrating Spear.\"\n\nDave adjusted the sword on his belt again and went back to the town square. Miranda the Great and Aya would be ready, or as ready as they ever were. Fighter, Mage, Barbarian... all that was left was the Priestess. Hells, with only two highwaymen, maybe he wouldn't even need to bring Carleen along... he walked over to the temple anyway though, and he stepped inside the cool stone building.\n\n\"Sister Carleen, are you there?\" he said. \"We have a new mission, straight from the Princess herself.\"\n\n\"*I'm in the confessional booth, Dave.*\"\n\nAgain, Dave sighed. But he walked over to the heavy mahogany closet, and he eased open the door and took a seat, shutting it behind him.\n\n\"Carleen, are you ready? I'm about to lose my mind with Miranda and Aya, but we still have time to catch those highwaymen if we leave now...\"\n\n\"I'm ready. We can be off at once,\" said Carleen, and Dave could see her topheavy frame through the grate in the confessional.\n\n\"Oh, thank the gods. Let's go...\"\n\n\"Oh, but don't you want to say a quick confession while you're here?\" said Carleen.\n\n\"Huh? Um. Not really my style, but I guess so,\" said Dave. He was just happy Carleen was acting normal. \"I can confess some gluttony, and definitely some greed, as of this morning. And wrath. A whole lot of wrath, mostly directed towards our other party members. Now come on, we have to go.\"\n\n\"Oh, but I have a confession of my own to make,\" said Carleen.\n\n\"Oh gods, no,\" Dave muttered.\n\n\"Dave, I must confess my feelings of lust...\"\n\n\"*Long Spear! Are you here? I'm wearing the clothes the brothel's owner gave me! The lacey ones!*\" yelled Aya, from outside the confessional. \"*Oh look, Miranda is here too! And she's bearing some green, many-limbed creature under her arm!*\"\n\n\"*Dave! It's not what you think! But... I need your help killing this thing I summoned, for... reasons*,\" called Miranda. \"*For my research only!*\"\n\n\"Oh, Dave, it gets so lonely at night here in the temple!\" said Carleen.\n\n\"For gods' sakes,\" said Dave. He felt the gold slipping further and further away every minute. His head hurt. \n\n...But he did know a few things that were good for a headache..." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "The moment NNN officially ends, the worst possible thing happens: your home internet crashes. No porn, full of desire, you turn to your last resort." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Marek opened the door and stepped inside with a happy sigh. It was good to be home! He eased down his suitcase and started pulling off the shoulder straps of his bag.\r \n“What the fuck are you doing here!” said Renae from her computer.\r \nHe paused, bag halfway to the floor, blinking at his roommate. “Hello Renae. I had a wonderful time, thank you for asking.”\r \n“Do you know what day it is?”\r \n“Thursday.” he said, eyebrows raised, his attention drawn to the motion on her computer screen. She was wearing a short skirt, loose barely there top with no bra and slumped back in the little computer chair. He eyed the screen to see the search words. ‘brutal bondage throatfuck’.\r \n“It’s december!” she exploded.\r \nHe nodded. “Very good, we don’t need that calendar after-”\r \n“It’s not November, it’s December! I can finally… You pick now, of all times to show up!”\r \n“No nut november?”\r \n“No nut all bloody month! Well, not intentionally… You know what my last ‘nut’ was? I woke up a mess yesterday from bloody hand holding! I had a wet dream about holding a guy’s hand of all things.”\r \n“Who’s hand?” asked Marek with a smirk.\r \nHer face was already flushed with rage but now it turned deeper tones. “Shut up! Just… go sit in the bathroom for… 22 seconds.”\r \nShe started scrolling down the thumbnails of crying abused women with zero shame. The video previews stopped loading after a page. No matter how much she slowed down her scrolling, nothing more loaded.\r \n“No…” she muttered.\r \nShe glanced to a little red light on the modem. “NO!”\r \n“I’ll go to the bathroom.” said Marek.\r \n“I want something fucked up!” \r \n“You could stub your toe. There is a mirror in your bedroom.”\r \n“Don’t be an…” she trailed off, her attention snapping to her bedroom door.\r \n“Don’t damage yourself.” he said with a smirk. It looked like she was actually about to take his mock advice.\r \n“Can you be cruel?” she asked, her eyes serious and flicking up and down him quickly.\r \n“Oh I’ve been known to push old ladies over from time to time.”\r \n“Serious face. Can you?”\r \n“I can make you hate me very quickly.”\r \nThe words had the opposite effect, a smile blooming out of her as she almost catapulted out of her seat to hug him. She went rigid and quickly released his shoulders, taking a few steps back with a steadying breath. She looked at him, eyes searching for the right words before she gave up and just ran toward her room.\r \nMarek emptied the pockets of his passport and his phone… the one that still had an internet connection and headed after her.\r \nShe was hauling the contents of ‘the trunk’ out onto her bed, apparently she’d had a boat's worth of rope this whole time. It was cotton, a little stiff from lack of use, no kinks in the rope so it hadn’t seen any tight knots in its past. He caught her wrist when 4 bundles had been tossed onto the bed and she was reaching for a 5th.\r \n“I’m not tying up the whole swim team. This will do, now strip.”\r \nShe flinched at his words but her grin quickly returned, and then some. \r \nHe should have done it in the lounge where there were anchor points on the ceiling but he wanted to use the mirror. He threaded out some rope, trying to keep himself professional despite Renae’s fast breathing and perfect pert breasts out on display.\r \n“Hand.” he said and she offered one.\r \nHe didn’t take his time, didn’t go for anything technical or aesthetic. Simple functional knots and loops of rope drawn around her chest, her arm twisted behind her back, securing her wrist between her shoulders. Her thighs fidgeted as his fingers danced across her breasts. Her breathing uneven with little gasps each time he grazed against her or a rope pulled taught. All the slack was just left where it landed and he quickly moved onto her hips, her ankles drawn up to her thighs and bound in place. He wanted to take his time passing the rope around her inner thigh, enjoying the heat of her sex washing over his fingers. Her hips twitched, bucking her sex toward his hand each time it lingered a little too close. She was almost there and he hadn’t really even touched her yet.\r \n“What about my other hand?” she said.\r \n“Oh, pass that here.”\r \nShe offered it and he dropped the rope. Holding her hand firmly and smiling at her, shuffling slightly to the side so she could see her reflection. Her breathing was fast, hips rocking against nothing as she looked from the final bundle of rope, to him, to her reflection.\r \n“Oh you’re a bastard!” she said.\r \n“I told you I could make you hate me very quickly.” he said while holding her hand.\r \nShe started to contort herself, rolling her shoulders and twisting in the rope but unable to get her other hand free. She tried to snatch the other out of his grasp but he held her firm, his other hand clamped down around her wrist. Her thighs struggled, trying to clamp them closed as she sat on her haunches. Her breathing drew faster the more her struggling failed.\r \nHer thighs started to shake as she glared at him through loose strands of hair.\r \n“You are a beautiful lady. I would like to take you for a romantic dinner.” he said with a smirk.\r \n“Fuck you! Oh god you’re such an asshole!” she cried, doubling over as she started furiously humping nothing. She arched back, collapsing down to the bed and rolling her hips in frustration. Her cries rose higher until her lips hung open, only a squeak making it out. She stretched her body out, going completely rigid and started to shudder through her orgasm." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "[TT] \"Do the thing.\"\\ \"What thing?\"\\ \"You know, the thing where you pause time, fuck me silly for a while then unpause and the sensations come crashing into me all at once.\\ \"Oh that. Give me a sec.\"\\ \"a second for wh-oHGod!\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"A second for wha--\"\n\nTime stood still. \n\nTracy sat on the couch, mouth open in mid-sentence. He stood across from and gave her a long look. He admired her long, brown hair, her brown eyes, and the way her tongue seemed to poke out ever so slightly in her frozen mouth. Theoretically, he could make this last for hours. Forever, possibly, Just as long as he was able to maintain concentration on a single thought--\"freeze.\" \n\nHe never tired of how amazing his power was. He'd done this to her three times now. The first time, by accident. He didn't touch her at all. Only after he'd figured out how to resume time did he start practicing, and only after he had mastered his ability did he reveal his powers to her. \n\nNow, superpowers weren't an impossibility in the world. They knew of hundreds of them. There was an 8 foot tall busty gal, who supposedly kidnapped men off the streets and...well, she did things to them. Then, of course, that girl who looked to be completely made of armour. \n\nBut, naturally, Tracy wanted proof. So, the second time he stopped time, he rearranged everything in the apartment and moved her from her spot laying on the couch to a sitting position on a chair by the kitchen table. Again, no sex occurred.\n\nShe believed him. She had no choice, really. It was either believe that her boyfriend could stop time at a mere thought, or admit that she had lost her mind. \n\nThe third time he'd done it, after he'd let the knowledge of his ability stew in her mind for a while, and after he dropped several hints as to the implications of what he could do with such a power, then she consented to letting him...experiment.\n\nHis findings were desirable.\n\nNow she asked him to do it again.\n\nHe lifted her arm and let go. The arm hung in the air.\n\n\"Freeze this moment a little bit longer,\" Nathan grinned, undressing himself in front of Tracy. \"Make each sensation a little bit stronger.\"\n\nUndressing her would be difficult to do while maintaining focus. But Nathan was something of a pro at multi-tasking now. He removed her pink socks first. He couldn't resist tickling them, eager to see the payoff when he inevitably unfroze time. Pulling off her jeans and panties was a bit easier, since she was already sitting up. Her torso slumped a bit against the cushions while he had her short, meaty legs up in the air. He gazed upon her whispering eye for a moment before gently rubbing at the clit. She did not get wet. No moans came from her mouth. Nor was there any sign on her circular face that she had felt anything.\n\nWith a little more effort than he would admit, he propped Tracy back up against the back of the couch. He maneuvered both arms over her head, where they stayed perfectly still, and lifted her pink blouse over her head. Strands of shiny brown hair hung around her face. One would think she'd been shocked with that ball at the science centre, which emitted static electricity. Nathan reached around her and unclasped the bra, setting free her C cup breasts.\n\nNow unclothed, Nathan stared down at the naked woman. \n\n\"Time to get to work,\" he said, smiling. \n\nHe spread out her legs a little more and placed himself between her. He inserted three fingers--one more than he normally did--into her pussy, massaging the clit with the thumb of his other hand. He didn't bother being gentle. He finger fucked her and rubbed the clit as though it were a vinyl record, and he was a disc jockey. He pulled the fingers out, squeezed the breasts, tweaked and sucked on her fat pink nipples. He was incredibly hard now.\n\nHe entered her, sans condom and lube, and thrust into her so hard the couch shook and creaked against the hardwood floor. Tracy's body, somehow both soft and rigid all at once, thumped against the back of the couch, staring blankly at the space where Nathan had been standing, her words still hanging on her tongue.\n\nNathan pulled out of her dry pussy and, with great difficulty, arranged her body onto the ground, on all floors. He gave ten, swift smacks to her right ass cheek, then ten to the left. Her cheeks made the appropriate clapping noise and reddened, but she did not cry out. He entered her from behind and took her once more.\n\nNathan grabbed a handful of Tracy's long hair--some of which still hung around her face, frozen, and thought the word *unfreeze.*\n\n\"wh-OH!\"\n\nHer words were lost in the midst of her passion. There was a moment there, where she sounded like she would laugh, but that laugh quickly turned into moans and gasps as her body began catch up to the things Nathan had done to it.\n\n\"Fuck--OH! OH! Shit! Fuck! OW! OW! OW! OW! Fuck me! Ohhhhhh, oh, fuck me. Oh. Ow! Ow! My ass!\"\n\nHer pussy moistened and clamped down onto his stiff cock. Her top half collapsed on to the floor and her body shook violently. He thought for a moment that she'd passed out. But squeaks and short \"oh\" \"oh\" \"oh\"s left her mouth. Nathan began to thrust again, adding to the pleasure that she was still overcome by. \n\nOne orgasm.\n\nA second, and a violent jerk of her legs. \n\nHe lost count after that.\n\n*Freeze* he thought.\n\nHe pulled out of Tracy again. He crawled around and lifted Tracy back onto her arms. Her eyes were half closed in mid-climax. He adjusted her head so that she was looking up at him. Nathan positioned himself over her face, and finished on her while simultaneously thinking *unfreeze*\n\nA breathy \"fuck me!\" escaped her just as ropes of his cum collided with her face. \n\nTracy fell onto her belly, gasping. The rest of Nathan's seed fell onto her back.\n\n\"How was that for you?\" he asked, laying next to her.\n\nShe said words that he could not comprehend. \"Nemmmmurrrrrf.\"\n\n\"Fantastic,\" he said, falling into a fitful sleep." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Your new girlfriend is great, she really is. She’s a passionate lover, she’s absolutely gorgeous… the only red flag would have to be:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“So tell me about this girl,” Lee said as we sat down in the booth.\n\nNormally, I’d be too shy to talk about something like this in public, but fortunately the restaurant was more or less deserted. I said, “Well, Caitlin is basically perfect. She’s got a great sense of humor–the banter has been fantastic. Didn’t mind at all that I don’t have much dating experience. I really feel like I can be myself around her, like I don’t have to put on an act or anything. Oh, did I mention how great she looks topless? When Caitlin took her shirt off, I just could not stop staring.”\n\n“Hey, that’s great, man. I’m glad things are going so well for the two of you. How many dates have you had?” Lee asked.\n\n“Three so far! The first two were really fun, but the latest one was basically perfect. We ended up going back to her place, and it wasn’t long before I saw her aforementioned titties.”\n\n“Hm, yeah, I was wondering if those were going to come up again,” said Lee. “So did you go all the way?”\n\n“Well, no. We did go down on each other, but nothing further than that.”\n\n“That’s chill. There’s really no reason to rush things. Way more important that you’re both happy and comfortable with everything you’re doing.”\n\n“Thanks for saying that. And yeah, her blowjob was otherworldly. She was so enthusiastic about taking my cock into her mouth. It’s like she was practically sucking my soul out.”\n\n“Damn, that does sound good,” Lee said. “But I don–”\n\n“And when she made eye contact while sucking? I felt like I was losing my mind. Actually, that’s not quite accurate. I felt like I had a comprehensive understanding of every single process that was taking place inside my body. Like I understood the role of every single organ, I knew exactly where my blood was flowing to, and I could realize that the pleasure she was giving me was nothing more than my nerves sending signals to my brain that told me to feel pleasure.”\n\n“I, uh… what?”\n\n“And that’s not even the half of it,” I said. “Staring into Caitlin’s eyes made me understand the universe in ways I never thought possible. I just can’t seem to articulate it verbally. When I finally came, it was like I had achieved enlightenment, if only for a brief instant.”\n\n“Ah yeah, we call that post-nut clarity,” Lee said. “So did you get her off too?”\n\nI hesitated before answering. “Well, my only real past experience was from watching porn, and I know enough to realize that’s not super realistic.”\n“Sure, that’s fair enough.”\n\n“I definitely tried my best at eating her out, but I’m not sure if I actually found her clit. It wasn’t easy to see in the dark, plus her tentacles kept getting in the way. Not to men–”\n\n“Wait, what? Her tentacles?”\n\n“Yeah, another thing porn didn’t prepare me for. I didn’t realize just how unrealistic those videos were. Honestly I don’t get why they edit out the tentacles–it was pretty great she wrapped them around me when we were cuddling afterwards. Hell, she even hinted at some other fun stuff we could do with her tentacles, but I don’t want to overshare about this sort of thing.”" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Thanks to some clever dealings, he now had the cock of an incubus. Huge size, always perfect fit, and it's now literally impossible for him to not make any partner cum. The only problem was that he now had a 100% chance to impregnate any woman he slept with, they didn't seem to mind that though." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "This is a quick and dirty response, but hopefully it's still entertaining.\n \n\n---\nCaleb felt like he was living in a dream. There was still a chance it was a dream. Nothing had been right since he had made that *bargain.* Perhaps he was laying in some hospital bed somewhere, and his loved ones were trying to shake him from a coma. If he listened closely, may be he could hear the beep of a respirator, or the distant murmurings of the hospital staff. \n\n\nCaleb was silent when the bathroom door creaked open and Zoe stepped out. Her body was covered in sticky sweat, and her tank top seemed to be soaked from the inside out.\n\n\nShe held up the two plastic sticks splayed apart like scissors between her fingers.\n\n\nHe could see the little positive symbols from where he was standing.\n\n\n“So… two pregnancy tests and they’re both positive, SO I guess *congratulations!?”* \n\n\nCaleb blinked, in disbelief, “Not to be rude or anything, but are you sure it’s mine?” \n\n\n“…No, I get it, but I haven’t been with anyone else in months,” Zoe admitted grinning sheepishly.\n\n\nHis head was swimming from the words, his mouth was parched. He wanted to scream but he could keep the breath in his lungs long enough for that. \n\n\nThe *bargain* he struck. He thought for sure he had found the perfect loop-hole, but it seemed the rules of nature just didn’t apply to him anymore.\n\n\n“Are you feeling okay?” he finally managed to squeak out.\n\n\n\"I feel amazing!\" Zoe squealed, “I don’t know how I knew… but when you came in me that third time… I just felt *really* pregnant…”\n\n\n“You *felt* pregnant?” Caleb repeated in disbelief. \n\n\nZoe’s chest heaved, she seemed to study his face as if she was attempting to absorb every detail about him. Her shoulders rose giving him the sightliest of shrugs, “You did say you were, what was the word you used? virile?” \n\n\nCaleb swallowed hard and nodded, obviously he had no idea how virile, “Zoe, you’re on the pill right? and you're sure that maybe I didn’t like *slip out?*”\n\n\nZoe shook her head slowly, “I have NO CLUE how this happened, you came in my ASS all three times.”\n\n\nCaleb should've known. He was warned.\n\n---\n\nEdit: Thank you for the award!" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "\"Mmmm... a proper Lady must always keep her pinky up and not spill a drop of tea during teatime, even... when riding... her partner-ah! like a stallion...\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The sight of Lady Caraway dressed in little more than her stockings and garter belt, armed only with a china teacup, and bouncing her Victorian cunt on her 20-something groundskeeper's meaty, working-class dick was a sight not out of the ordinary for the well-to-do daughters of County Eastchesterford.\n\n\"Good lord, Mr. Abernathy, this is not a date!\" She squeaks, glaring back over her shoulder at her partner for this lesson as he gives her round, creamy asscheek a firm, sharp smack. The fleshy sound of the impact radiates through the spacious bedroom as the half-dozen students present steam with quieted giggles.\n\n\"S-Sorry, M'Lady.\" Mr Abernathy grunts beneath the Lady Caraway, moving his rough hands to a more respectable spot holding the society woman by her hips.\n\nMeet Alicia Caraway, widowed Lady of the Caraway Manor estate. A childless woman, she lost her husband in the war at little more than 40 years of age. Far from her twilight years and hardly showing herself to be a day over 21 except in the early developments of silver in her fiery locks, likely brought on by the stress of loss and newfound responsibility.\n\nMost women in her situation would fill the hours with reading and knitting and garden strolls and teatime guests. All of these things bored Lady Caraway terribly when she was married, and the passing of her husband meant only that she was now free to pursue the true love of her life; teaching. It was scarcely 6 months after Lord Caraway's death that she established the manor as Lady Caraway's Day-School For Proper Decorum and Conduct. That was 10 years ago, and the school has been a rousing success ever since.\n\n\"Note my posture.\" Alicia instructed to her students, gathered around her bed as she continued to ride her servant's fuckpole at a rather brisk pace.\n\nHer back was as straight as an arrow, pointing up towards the heavens as she pistoned the dick below in and out of her. Last week, she managed to ride Mr. Abernathy with a few works of Dickens perched atop her head although the toppled to the floor when her orgasm rocked her body. She thought it best to leave the books on the shelf for this lesson to avoid spilling tea all over her sheets.\n\n\"Now watch my hand, ladies.\" Lady Caraway chirps, motioning to the dainty paw in which she held her cup of tea as she moaned softly under her breath. \"G-Goodness me~\"\n\nThough her upper arm quivered slightly with the arousal pumping through her body, the glazed teacup remained as still as a statue. Her pinky jutted out, away from the handle and the rest of her fingers. She slowly lifted the cup to her lips, taking a small sip of tea before rotating her arm outwards once more.\n\n\"A proper lady's pinky always remains up and out, and she always sips her tea s-silent... S-Silently... O-Oh, my~\" Lady caraway whimpers, struggling to keep her beverage in it's cup as Mr. Abernathy grunts beneath her.\n\nThe warm feeling of his hot, gooey load suddenly invading her womb is a bit overwhelming. The sensations brought on by the arrival of a creampie have always been a weakness of Alicia's, but the woman is nothing if not prim and proper in the worst of times. She grits her teeth, trying and failing to hold in her orgasmic noises before Mr. Abernathy finally collapses back on the bed below her.\n\nLady Caraway carefully holds her teacup in both hands as she climbs off of Mr. Abernathy's uncut member. His load is already dripping down the inside of her thigh.\n\n\"Ladies, if you'll adjourn to the parlor now? I'll join you for our elocution lesson shortly.\" Lady Caraway smiles as the ladies file out of the bedroom one by one, chattering softly amongst themselves.\n\n\"And Mr. Abernathy, if you would send Florence in with my afternoon gown, please?\" Alicia glances back at him. \"And do warn me next time you feel our lesson concluding, please. I nearly spilled my tea.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "[Meta] Has anyone else ever felt kinkshamed when no one replies to your prompts and they get downvoted into oblivion?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "I’ve noticed there seems to be a trend of people downvoting prompts they’re not into, or maybe don’t agree with. I think it’s worth noting that downvoting should be reserved for poorly written prompts, as in bad grammar/spelling, incoherent, hard to understand, low effort, redundant/repetitive, etc.\n\nSure, don’t upvote something if you’re not into it… but downvotes shouldn’t be thrown at something just because you don’t personally like it. Exceptions being things that violate rules.\n\nAlso worth saying that nobody responding isn’t the same thing as downvoting. There are a lot of prompts that are perfectly fine or that I even upvote but I have no idea how to write for them, so I don’t. The more fringe your kink, the harder it is for someone to write for it (or at least the less likely it is to find a writer)." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "[EU] Darth Vader finds out that his perky female subordinate really gets off on being force choked. He begins using it as a reward rather than a punishment." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"As pathetically perverted as your personal proclivities may be, Junior Lieutenant Karvix, the Empire rewards valuable assets with relevant and appropriate recompense.\" Lord Vader spoke plainly, though perhaps a bit disdainfully. His voice is soft, yet booming. Gravelly, yet robotically smooth. It's only uncompromising quality is it's tendency to strike terror into the souls of enemy and ally alike.\n\nMy feet twitch and give a few small, weak kicks as my arms struggle involuntarily against the unseen bounds that the Sith Lord has installed to hold them behind my back. Before my voice was become too weak to make any noise, a pitifully aroused moan slips from my lips.\n\nHe's going harder than usual. In the back of my mind, I hope he isn't simply taking his time in executing me. But the fear of that entirely plausible possibility is what's getting my cunt wetter than Kamino. And we both know it.\n\nI'm only thinking about one thing as I feel the invisible powers that be constricting tighter around my throat, a weak, choked cough sputtering from my lips while my vision begins to blur and dim. I'm not thinking about hoe easy it would be for him to accidentally slip too far and choke the life from me. I'm not thinking about about how soaked I'm growing beneath my uniform or how hard I'm going to cum later tonight in my quarters as I desperately try and relive this experience.\n\nI'm thinking about how fucking *perfect* those hyperspace jump calculations were.\n\nThis all started a few months ago, after an incident on the bridge. He must have been in a particularly sour mood. I'm unsure to this day, and I know better than to ask. My badge of rank was askew. Not tilted heavily to one side or the other, only slightly. But enough to catch Lord Vader's eye. And I didn't really have time to straighten it as I found myself being dragged towards the airlock by whatever supernatural Force ability Vader possesses.\n\nI believe he only stopped when he sensed exactly how aroused I was. He dropped me, brandishing his crimson sword of light, and made a few threats about the next reprimand being worse than the first before ordering me back to my station.\n\nOver the next few weeks and months, I found that each instance of excellence in my duties was met with the same reward. Vader would call me from my station, escort me to my private officer's chambers, and it would begin. I always knew to keep stone-faced, no matter how good it felt. His little lectures on my utter inadequacy except within my rank didn't help. For some reason, his wrathful hand and unkind words together were far more powerful than either one on its own.\n\nRendezvous with the fleet ahead of schedule? Private time with Lord Vader. Successfully destroy a squadron of Rebel starfighters? Private time with Lord Vader. Refuel the *Executor* in record time? Private time with Lord Vader.\n\n\"Despite your disgusting fixation, you appear to have elevated productivity and and efficiency aboard the bridge at a rate which has made an impression upon our Emperor.\" His monotone continues as I feel myself edging nearer and nearer to the chasm of pleasure that I usually don't even come closer to without the aid of my own fingers.\n\n\"Congratulations.\" He growls, met with a choked gasp from myself as I feel my orgasm hit me like a meteorite just as I begin to lose consciousness.\n\nMy hips twitch and grind uncontrollably at the empty air as I feel the muscles between my legs flexing and convulsing beneath my uniform trousers. My black uniform cap slips from atop my head and falls to the floor, exposing my stark black pixie cut, as black as Vader's armor. It's another moment before I'm suddenly dropped to the floor and finally able to desperately gulp down breath once more.\n\nI can't see Vader's expression behind his mask as he peers down at me and the wet spot in the front of my pants, but it brings a flush of both shame and arousal to my cheeks.\n\n\"Change before returning to your station, *Senior* Lieutenant Karvix.\" He mutters, before turning and leaving me. I manage a weak croak of a reply before he's out of earshot.\n\n\"At once, Lord Vader.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Pair of twin sisters share a strange connection, they have each other's pussies. They each experience no sensations from the vagina attached to their bodies, instead, feeling what happens to their sister's as if it were their own." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "We never figured out how it happened, but it seemed to start sometime after we went off to university. \n\nEveryone around us thought that it would be a big deal. “What are you gonna do without him? You’re twins!” \n\nThe truth was, Alex and I never really were *twin* twins. Firstly, we were fraternal. And we never really had that relationship you saw twins have on TV and movies, or in those puff pieces about twins who could feel pain when their twin was hurt, or who broke the same arm in the same way, or who could read minds. Alex and I always just happened to be siblings who were ejected from our mom at the same time. \n\nWell, not quite the same time. I was an hour older. \n\nSo when he went of to NYC, and I went to LA, it wasn’t a big deal. One awkward hug and we got on different busses, and headed off to different lives. \n\nSure, we kept in contact. The happy birthday text, and whenever we wanted to be sure we wouldn’t be the only one going back home for the holidays. But aside from that, we were basically strangers who shared the same DNA. \n\nI was trying to study for a calculus exam, holed up in the library the night before, my hair a mess, wearing the same sweatpants and hoodie I’d been wearing for the last week, changing only my socks and underwear. I bathed maybe once that whole time. \n\nIt was then that I felt a strange sensation down below, between my hidden, unshaven legs. But it wasn’t the usual sensation I felt when I got aroused: not the vague humming around the hood of my clit, or the slight moistening around my crotch. \n\nNo, this was a throbbing inside of me. I felt as though I was hard, like there was a thick, fleshy pipe attached to me, being gripped and stroked. \n\nI closed my knees together, hoping to stifle the growing arousal within me. My breathing was quickening. I opened and closed my palms around my text book, digging into the glossy pages with my nails until little dents formed onto the paper. The throbbing intensified. l felt as though I was being molested by an invisible hand. \n\nI snapped my book shut and gathered my belongings. I ran awkwardly, my legs pressed together, to my dorm, which was thankfully only a few blocks from the library. When I got to my room I tossed my things into the floor, ran to the bathroom and reached a hand down my sweat pants, beneath the decidedly unsexy underwear I was wearing, and rubbed at my clit. \n\nOnly, I couldn’t feel anything like how I felt when I masturbated. It felt almost numb down there, except for the strange, unseen hand that was grasping at a cock that I didn’t have. That’s what I felt like, I guess. Like I was being given a vigorous hand job.\n\nSuddenly, the feeling of plump, moist lips around me—around the dick I didn’t have. The one that I was never born with. I shuddered at the feeling, falling slowly onto the bathroom floor. I grabbed one tit and squeezed. Thankfully, I could feel the little tingles in my nipples. That hadn’t changed.\n\nThe strange feeling of a mouth around me continued. I felt a tongue lick the shaft, fingers were gently cupping something beneath it—balls, I realized. I was being given a blowjob, somehow, by a horny ghost. \n\nThough I felt nothing, I kept rubbing my clit. I stuck not one, but three fingers inside of me, my sweatpants now discarded. I felt nothing. I could probably shove the whole fist up there and not feel a single thing! I would have freaked out. But I *did* feel something. It was just a something that was physically impossible. \n\nThen it happened. \n\nIt felt different. What normally would have been an eruption of small, scattered waves of pleasure moving out from inside me, now felt like three or four quick, but sensational bursts. I felt myself twitching, felt a strange warmish goo drip out from me. \n\nOnce it finished I had the strangest desire to take a nap." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "When a person dies and goes to Heaven they immediately meet their soulmate. But time/distance has no meaning here. They could be from vastly different time periods, or even different galaxies." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Allow me to introduce...\" My guardian angel raised three of his six arms in a complex pattern, and a heavenly drumroll started up all around me, thundering through my bones. This was it.\n\n\"Your soulmate!\"\n\nThe cymbal crash sent ripples through the air around me, the fog shifting and reforming into a great circular chamber with pearly white walls and floors, unadorned but for the huge double bed at its centre and the thick blue-green fog that filled the far half. I was already naked, but somehow I felt even more naked in here. At least it was a little warmer.\n\nI watched the cloud for a few seconds, then turned to the angel. \"Can we turn off the smoke machine?\" I asked. \"I'd like to _see_ my soulmate, if I can.\"\n\nThe angel clicked one of his tongues. \"Ah,\" he said, waving a finger. \"I should explain, Mariko. Your soulmate is a Vreylan Cloud, from a star system called...\" He tapped a few icons on his heavenly PDA. \"Well, you lot haven't discovered it yet, but internally we call it the Raccoon Star.\"\n\nI raised an eyebrow. \"Why's it called that?\"\n\n\"We were bored,\" said the angel. \"Anyway, I'll leave you two to get to know each other. If you want anything, you can summon me with a thought. Bye!\" He vanished with a sharp crack, and a few seconds later I heard another crack, presumably my soulmate's guardian angel making a similar exit.\n\nWell, here went nothing. The floor was cool and soft on my bare feet as I approached the bed, like a shag carpet made of polished marble. I hopped up, stretched out, and made myself comfortable on a mattress that seemed to rise up to support me, rather than sinking where my weight pressed down. I took the side that wasn't blanketed in teal fog.\n\n\"Greetings, being that I am informed is my soulmate.\"\n\nThe voice didn't seem to be coming from anywhere; it was more like it had been piped directly into my head. It was vaguely feminine - odd, I'd always thought of myself as straight - and had a light, airy tone that made my head tingle a little, like how I'd always imagined ASMR felt (never could get it to work on me).\n\nI cleared my throat. \"Hi?\" I said.\n\n\"Greetings!\" chirped the cloud as it rolled over me. Suddenly I was immersed in a sea of sea green, and, while my impulse was to hold my breath, I found that I could breathe _easier_. Heaven had kindly taken away my asthma, but this was even freer, and a cool, open sensation, not at all unpleasant, overtook my lungs.\n\n\"My name,\" said the cloud, \"is Three Hundred and Third Entity Arising from the Mountain by the Place where Three Rivers Converge, Slayer of Adversaries and Commended for Excellent Gaseous Cohesion, Seventy-Three Standard Sweeps Old and Hailing from the Third Planet Orbiting the Raccoon Star. You may call me any shortening thereof, if that eases your vocal structure.\"\n\nThat last part drew a sigh of relief. \"Hello, 303,\" I said. \"I'm Mariko. I'm from Earth, in the Sol system, and I'm...\" This last part gave me pause. I'd died at fifty-six in an earthquake (and apparently I'd been the only casualty, which was galling), but my body now was as it had looked at... if you'd made me put a number on it, thirty-two. Eventually, I decided to dodge the question. \"And I'm delighted to meet you.\"\n\n\"And likewise, Mariko I'm From Earth In The Sol System...\" The cloud vibrated around me slightly as 303 spoke.\n\n\"It's just Mariko,\" I said quickly.\n\n\"Ah, my apologies,\" hummed 303. \"Nonetheless, it is a pleasure. May I say that I find your solid form to have much aesthetic appeal, in spite of its morphous and plastic nature?\"\n\nI wasn't sure - _could_ they say that? \"Yes,\" I decided. \"Thank you. And you are...\" My eyes had nothing to focus on, instead basking in the general teal ambiance. \"Oddly beautiful, 303.\"\n\n303 seemed to like that. Coils of vapour spiralled before me like ink in hot water. When I was younger, I'd daydreamed about being an astronaut and exploring nebulas and gas giants; this was exactly what I'd imagined, and it was, I was realising, magnificent. And I didn't even need a spacesuit.\n\nI was also realising that the motion of all that sapient gas against my body, while it was a little too subtle to feel like solid touch, was definitely having an effect on me. My skin felt hypersensitive, and a pleasant shiver ran through me as 303 spoke again: \"I have become conscious of the strength of your sensory responses towards me, Mariko. Are there any specific places you would like me to focus my contact?\"\n\nThe mere mention of _specific places_ gave me the very gentlest of tingles between my legs, and apparently that little tingle was enough for 303 to pick up on.\n\n\"I wish to improve your enjoyment of your sensory inputs,\" they said, and that cool, bright voice ringing in my backbrain somehow made me hornier than either of my husbands in life ever had. Maybe I _was_ into women? Maybe I was just into sapient gas monsters?\n\nThen I felt the beginnings of a tiny, sucking twister at my clit, and the question suddenly seemed rather irrelevant.\n\n_(To be continued?)_" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "\"You owe me years of Sex and galons of cum!\" after Findling her male childhood friends porn collection, a busty tomboy learns that she is his type. Now she wants to catch up on All the Sex they could have had." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Alex was not sure whether to watch the screen or the person playing. At least he was only watching and was not an active participant. When Heather was involved, it was hard to focus on anything else. \n\nEven though she was dressed casually in a T-shirt and shorts, she was dangerous to behold. The perfect combination of lean muscle and feminine curves, with a gorgeous face and tits for days. She was everything a man could want in a woman.\n\n\"Hey, Alex, you wanna play?\" She asked. \n\n\"Uh, no, that's fine. I, uh, I want to go get a drink.\" And to calm himself down. It was a frequent occurrence whenever she was around.\n\nIt was sometimes difficult to remember they had known each other since they were kids. She used to run around just as much as he did, and she had always liked playing with him more than the other girls. That had not changed. She still loved playing video games and playing sports. The only thing that had changed was that puberty had hit her like a freight train.\n\nHe spent some time nursing a glass of water, trying to get his lower head to calm down. The last thing he wanted to to ruin his friendship with a random hardon. When he finally got himself under control, he risked entering the room again.\n\nWhen she heard him enter, she did not let him speak. She slowly turned the chair around, fingers steepled like some spy movie villain.\n\n\"Alex, you've got some explaining to do.\" She said.\n\n\"Uh...what?\" He said.\n\n\"How long have we known each other?\"\n\n\"About 15 years or so? Ever since we were kids.\"\n\n\"And much of that time has been as adults, yes?\"\n\n\"Uh, yeah, I guess, although that depends on what you consider to be an adult. I mean, now that we're both out of college, definitely, but during grade school?\"\n\nShe paused. She closed her bright green eyes and nodded. \"True, true. Let's just consider it everything over the age of 16, shall we?\"\n\n\"Okay?\"\n\n\"I do believe you've been hiding something from me. Something very important.\"\n\nAlex looked at her confused. What could he have been hiding? They talked all the time, and he did not think he was really hiding anything from her. Nothing important at least.\n\n\"Something like what?\"\n\nShe moved the chair aside and showed him his computer screen. A screen that was currently showing his secret files. His stomach twisted in knots and he broke out in a cold sweat.\n\n\"Uh, Heather, I, uh, I can explain, I...\"\n\n\"Stow it, Alex. I don't care that you look at porn. Everyone does. What I care about is the contents.\"\n\nShe clicked open one of the smaller files. This one was only a still image. The woman was beautiful, curvy, busty with just the right amount of muscle tone. She was, in many ways, very similar to Heather.\n\n\"Now, I didn't have time to see everything in here.\" Heather said. \"But what few things I did see tells me something. It lets me know you like women like me. Don't try and argue, the evidence is pretty clear.\"\n\n\"Uh, I...\" He could feel his face heating up. \"I just...\"\n\nShe raised a hand to silence him. \"This leads to a certain problem. A problem that demands an answer.\"\n\n\"Which is?\" He asked nervously.\n\n\"The problem is that we could've been having sex for years, and you withheld the information that would have allowed this to happen.\" She said, looked deathly serious.\n\nAlex looked at her blankly. \"Huh?\"\n\n\"Ever since puberty, we could've been sleeping together. The only reason we aren't is because I thought you liked a very different kind of woman. Had you volunteered this information earlier, we could've started far sooner.\"\n\n\"Uh...Heather...\"\n\n\"And so, the way I see it, you owe me. You owe me years worth of sex. And I aim to collect. Starting now.\"\n\nBefore he had fully realized what was going on, Heather was on him. She held him close, pressing her breasts against him and her plump lips to his. Her tongue slid into his mouth, dancing around his in ways that made his mind soar.\n\nShe turned him around and pushed him to the bed, where he fell onto the mattress, with Heather straddling him. Then she pulled her shirt off. His eyes opened wide at the sight, and she was still wearing a bra.\n\n\"And to think, you could've had unfettered access to these for years.\" She said, cradling her huge tits. \"You could've been waking up to the best pair of tits you've ever seen all this time. Let me show you what you've been missing.\"\n\nShe unhooked her bra, letting her ample assets free. Her athletic body allowed her chest to remain surprisingly perky, despite their incredible size. She grabbed his hands and pressed them to her chest, and his mind was instantly overcome with their weight. Their softness. Their size. Everything about them was perfect. \n\nHe began squeezing and kneading them, savoring the feeling as they deformed under his touch. Heather's face became flushed and her breathing deepened. Her lips parted and began quivering slightly. Soon a soft moan escaped her lips as he played with her stiffening nipples. She arched her back, driving his hand deeper into her chest.\n\n\"See?\" She said breathily. \"Don't you wish you had told me before?\"\n\n\"Yeah, yeah I do.\"\n\n\"Just wait. It gets better.\"\n\nShe leaned forward, smothering his face in her cleavage. Then she slowly moved down his body, allowing his to feel her with every inch of his chest. And then she got to his legs. She slid down until she could undo his pants, sliding them down and freeing his manhood from their cloth confines. Her eyes opened with barely contained joy. Then she pounced. \n\nHer breasts closed around his length and her toned arms forced them to form an incredible seal around his length. The feeling was incredible. He groaned and bucked his hips as she slid her tits along his shaft. Pleasure surged through his body as she gleefully worked on him. \n\nShe varied the speed and pressure she moved, and even changed the direction from time to time, moving her chest in different ways to bring forth different, but always amazing, results. It was almost more than he could handle. But handle it he did. He wanted this to last as long as possible, so intoxicating was Heather and her breasts. But he was merely a man. And he soon erupted, emptying himself onto her waiting chest and face. \n\nHeather cooed as she released him and wiped his seed off her. She licked the thick, white liquid off her fingers eagerly. \n\n\"I've been waiting to do that ever since I started growing tits.\" She said. \"But that was just the beginning. A down payment, if you will. You owe me more. A lot more.\" She looked down at his panting, smiling form and his spent manhood. \"And once you recover, I'm going to make sure to collect. I hope you're ready. This is going to be a long night.\"" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Having a bratty cat girlfriend is equal parts trying to stop her from destroying things, trying to get her to put on clothes, trying to give her a real bath, and dicking her down several times a day since it’s the only way to pacify her." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "John climbed over the couch, the tight little t-shirt in hand. Alice fumbled, falling over herself as a mass of sweater paws and profanity as she tried to climb out of the baggy jumper. Her head pulled free, ears flicking up to see him descending toward her. She screamed and darted away, tangled up in a footrest and falling over her own limbs. \r \n“No! Shirts are stupid!” she shouted, her sounds turning to grunts as he grabbed her around the waist and pinned her to the floor. Her hands batting at his face and chest, her knees rising to try and kick him off.\r \n“No clothes!” she shouted.\r \n“You can’t be naked!” he said.\r \n“You can’t make me!” said Alice, throwing off the last of her jumper and sticking out her tongue.\r \nHer legs wrapped up around his waist, locking her ankles and he endured the fingers trying to gouge his face while both his hands forced one of hers through a sleeve.\r \n“I’m not playing, they will be here in an hour and you need to be dressed.”\r \nShe bit down on his arm, her teeth just shy of puncturing the skin, she grinned up at him, eyes beaming in what he realised was a stalemate.\r \nHe rose up onto his knees and brought his hips down into her’s, her naked sex grinding over the hardness that formed in his pants. Her cheeks started to turn red, her grip loosening long enough for him to stuff her other hand into the shirt.\r \n“Mnnaghhhrummnnnhhhh!” she groaned and moaned into his arm.\r \n“Oh yes you will!” he said. He grabbed the shirt, bunching it up tight, the arm holes locking down around her wrists and binding them in place. He now had a free hand and started unbuckling his pants. She raised her hips, her grip around his waist tight as she ground her wet sex over his busy hand. It slowed his progress but soon he was free, his cock rubbing over her lips and sliding easily down into her tight sex. Her legs swapped from struggling to pulling herself down to meet him, their hips pressed hard against each other as he dropped her to the carpet and pinned her pelvis beneath his. She ground her hips, rolled them but he didn’t go anywhere.\r \n“Gah! Fuck… just… Just fuck me!” she cried.\r \nHe eased his grip on the shirt and she wrenched it from his grasp, her body pulling off his cock and going to make a bolt for it. He saw it coming and caught her hips, dragging her back on all 4’s. She made a token attempt to climb up the carpet beneath him but once his cock met her sex she gave in, chest dropping down, arse high and groaning as he sunk down into her.\r \n“Not-ahh… wearing clo-oh-oths.” she managed between gasps.\r \nHe didn’t even try to argue, focussed on lifting her hips and driving them back down to the carpet, his cock running deeper until it pressed that button that lie deep inside her. Her arms gave out, fists unclenching, gasping out open mouthed into the carpet. Her struggle finally ceased as he focussed on thrusting deep into her, his cock running down until it just met her cervix.\r \nHe brought his weight down, grinding his hips down into hers.\r \n“Are you going to behave?” he asked.\r \n“No!” she cried.\r \nHe started slowly drawing his cock up. Her arms awakened and gripping the carpet, her knees trying to push her hips back up to his.\r \n“No, fuck!... It’s not fair!” she grumbled.\r \nHe slowly drew back toward the tip as her sex clenched and milked his cock, trying to draw him back inside.\r \n“Fine! Fucking fine I will!” she cried out.\r \nHe let it out, the frustration of having to chase her, the adrenaline and lust coursing through him. Fucking her down into the floor untill her arms gave out, her knees started to shake and eventually where only supported by his hands, her head lolling to the side, panting in rhythmic moans that matched his thrusts. The only muscle that still struggled in her was her sex, tightenning around him as a shuddering bloomed out form her sex. She took in a deep breath, biting her lip and moaning. Her glittering lust filled eyes finally losing their anger and turning placid and happy.\r \nJohn checked the time, they where ahead of schedule so he brought himself down into her quaking sex, holding himself deep and feeling the relif. Filling her sex with his cum.\r \nShe hummed happy sounds, her lips curled into a lazy smile as he slowly eased her back down to the carpet.\r \n\\-\r \nAlice grinned dreamily at him as he pulled the jumper up her arms, her hands popping out of the sweater paws. Her eyes locked on his the whole time, a smile permanently on her lips. He smoothed down her hair and answered the door. She followed him closely, her hands together holding one of his and smiling when they said hello to her. Eventually the walking finished and Alice curled up on the couch, resting her head on his lap as he patted her gently.\r \n“Usually cat girls are really bratty but she is always so well behaved when we come over.” they said.\r \n“Yeah, she’s pretty easy to handle.” said John with a smile." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "The catgirls are way out of your price range, and mermaids at no fault of their own are expensive to maintain. What sort of monstergirls can a collage student on a tight budget afford afford?" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "\"Dude, look at it! So Fluffy!\" \n\n\"Yeah, we just gotta the sofa, let's fill it up with hair! Great idea.\" The overly sarcastic Latino with broad shoulders and long hair says while looking at the price tag.\n\nI exale and send a sad look at the young looking foxgirl behind the bars, her 3 fluffy tails stop to waiver and she sends me a sad, but resigned look. I got up and look at the cage besides it, the hyper ratgirl not even sparing me a glance.\n\nI'm Erick, and shopping for pets sucks. It's always had sucked, a lot, but after the \"White Dead\" in 39 and the advent of high precision and \"cheap\" Genetic Engineering and Synthetic Biology in 42, our pets are a lot different from those our Forefathers had. \n\nSince humans were the only mammal resistant to the White Dead, we needed to improvise in the pets category. My grandpa says it was very weird seeing so much people willingly be turned into effectively another sub-species, but since my mom got a doggirl when she was 9, i figured it wasn't that weird for him.\n\nIt just kinda normal now in the 90's, you know? Catgirls, doggirls, wolfgirls, foxgirls, mermaids, dolphingirls and other mammalian pets, most families had one or two. Yeah, reptlian pets exists, but they are even more expensive. And robots and drones are cool, but they are not the same thing.\n\n\"Let's look around dude? Maybe there's a deal hidden somewhere?\" I said, looking around the massive complex full of cages, the modern pet shop.\n\n\"With just a thousand bucks? Yeah, i prefer the lottery.\" Joel says again in his normal sarcastic tone. He is my roommate and the most realist guy i ever know, perfect for stopping me in impulsing buying a foxgirl, or a beargirl, or a kangaroogirl.\n\nBuying a pet nowadays is as expensive as buying a high end TV, or a very good robot, but there's the fees associated with it, the price of the tracking chip, of the (optional) behavior control chip and others useful extras. Thankfully they can eat human food after some training, because their rations are very expensive.\n\nWe start to browse the store, me looking at every cage possible, looking preferably to a pet around our age. It was okay to have a more mature looking pet, Joel even has a mature panthergirl in his hometown, but you start to get strange looks with a more young look, except when you are a kid. \n\n\"Look! A Playtypusgirl! These are quite rare!\" I said while looking at the exotic monstergirl.\n\n\"Yeah, and her price is quite steep. Forget it.\" And again, Joel drags me outs.\n\n\"Zebragirl?\"\n\n\"Our neighbors would kill us.\"\n\n\"Chimpazeegirl?\"\n\n\"Chaos dude, pure chaos.\"\n\n\"Pangolingirl?\"\n\n\"Her price is good, but she needs special rations, right?\"\n\n\"Slothgirl?\"\n\n\"Are you serious?\"\n\n\"Okay, fuck it, Batgirl!\" I shout while pointing to the petite black-haired batgirl in a cage, her looking quite scared at the sudden noise.\n\n\"This is actually a good idea.\" Joel says looking at the price tag of 400 bucks and at the 16-ish batgirl. \n\n16-ish because since they are grown in a vat to the desired age for sale, it's kinda tricky to tell the real age of a pet, specially since not all of them age the same way as humans.\n\n\"Well... Batgirls can be trained to be nocturnal or diurnal right? Yeah, i can see it working.\" I say after looking a bit at the Batgirl, she stopped being scared and now just looking at us with curiosity.\n\n\"Okay, gonna search for a clerk, hang in there bro.\" Joel says and then start walking around the giant complex.\n\nI kneel in front of the Batgirl, she slowly start to approach, her wings seems to be well treated and her fangs are not that big and her human part looks to be asian-ish, which is fine by me. \n\n\"Hey there girl, wanna go home?\" Her reply is a weird sound that just a madman would call human, but seems to be happy. I scratch her head trought the bars and she starts to sound more and more happy.\n\nA couple of minutes pass and then Joel comes backs with a boring looking middle aged man with a tablet which he passes to me. \n\n\"Oh, good choice, she was one of the few good ones in her batch, most of them still had a little bit of human in them.\" The clerk says while i select the extras for my purchase, nothing much really, with taxes i still got left 300 bucks.\n\n\"It's not that much of a problem, my sis has a Wolfgirl who still knows a couple of words, a good party trick.\" Joel comments and the middle age man shrugs and using a metal chain, secures the Batgirls and starts to drags her out to preparation, her crying sounding a little bit too painful.\n\n\"Give me half a hour or so, if you guys want, we have the biggest collection of acessories in town!\" I give a nod and look at Joel.\n\n\"Okay, that's done, any ideas for a name?\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"Barbara?\"\n\n\"...\"\n\n\"Goddamnit Joel.\" \n\n​\n\n(Hey there, this is my first WP, sorry for any grave mistakes, non-native speaker here, hope someone likes it!)" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Brad brings a new girl to a family gathering. She introduces herself: \"Hi, I'm Kayla, Brad's cumrag.\"" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "Brad had had it up to here. Years of his mom and dad praising him overly much, doting on him like he was still a child, worshipping the ground he walked on just because he walked on it...\n\nIt was nice, when he was little. He got everything he wanted, when he wanted it. But as he grew, and matured... They always stayed right there. Never putting him down, never punishing him... Every success was met with \"That's our boy!\" And every failure was met with \"Don't worry! You'll do better next time!\"\n\nThe sickly sweetness was too much, like his teeth were ready to rot away. It was a stupid goal, but he had to find a way to shock them. He wanted to break those masks they wore. Something. Anything!\n\n---\n\nHe met Kayla a few weeks ago, and they had hit it off instantly. They ran the bases at supersonic speeds, becoming intimate incredibly quickly. And Brad enjoyed playing to a few of Kayla's darker fantasies. She was a perfect little subby, and Brad grew fast in the role and responsibilities of being her dom.\n\nOne night, during a bit of aftercare cuddling, Kayla asked a very hard question... \"Can I meet your parents?\"\n\nAnd Brad thought about it. Certainly not! He thought. What would they think, knowing the kind of relationship they had...\n\n...Ah. But what WOULD they think?\n\nBrad smiled, giving the top of Kayla's head a little kiss. He could give Kayla what she wanted, and shock his folks, all at once. Two birds, one stone. Talks were had, a dinner date was scheduled... And his plan was set.\n\n---\n\nBrad knocked on the door to his parents' beautiful suburban home. As planned, Kayla wore a trenchcoat, over a set of ropes tied in criss-crosses all over her body.\n\n\"I hope you're ready,\" Brad growled seductively into Kayla's ear. She moaned, biting her lip. \"Don't forget the greeting.\"\n\nThe doors opened. Brad's parents both stood in the doorway, smiling at their son... But their eyes widened at the sight of Kayla.\n\n\"Ah. And you must be...\"\n\nKayla grinned, through her heavy blush. \"Hi! I'm Kayla, Brad's cumrag!\"\n\nBrad folded his arms proudly, knowing he had finally won. He savored the long silence, relishing in the fact that he had finally gotten one over on-\n\n\"Oh, how wonderful, Kayla! My name is Gail, and this is Doug.\"\n\n\"A pleasure. Come on in, you two.\"\n\nGail swept her bewildered son and his *cumrag* into the house, shutting the door. \"Please, Kayla. Let me take your coat- oh! Such wonderful ropework! I haven't seen knots like that in years. Right Dougie?\"\n\nDoug folded his arms across his chest, a perfect mirror of Brad's previous prideful stance. \"Hard to tie knots like those anymore, what with the arthritis. I stick to blindfolds and ball gags now. Isn't that right, my little cumslut?\" He patted Gail's ass, making her jump and giggle. \"I'm glad to see that the tendencies haven't skipped a generation.\"\n\n\"Oh no, mom, dad, don't say it...\"\n\n\"That's our boy!\"" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "[CW] The devs have finally gotten around to dropping an new update for Sex(tm). Here's a list of the patch notes:" }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "General Fixes:\n\n- Fixed a bug that temporarily disabled male characters ability to be fully aroused under certain circumstances. The player-created item \"Viagra\" is now classified as a Cosmetic.\n\n- Fixed a bug where male characters may experience a temporary exponential increase in intelligence after orgasm.\n\n- Fixed an issue that made players unable to control their sex drive. A slider has been added at the bottom of the screen that appears before Resting.\n\n- Fixed a bug where players would stick things too far up a certain hole and be unable to reach it themselves.\n\n\n- An issue where players are aroused by material not intended to cause such reactions is currently being investigated.\n\n- ~~holy shit they literally get aroused by anything.~~\n\nChanges:\n\n- \"Fetishes\" have been reclassified as a feature.\n\n- Added the ability for characters to choose their own Fetishes. Players who have already been afflicted with a Fetish(s) may be given an option to re-select in the near future.\n\n- Many characters have been automatically adjusted based on personal and global preferences. Some characters may notice model changes such as growth/shrinkage in various character attributes, addition/removal of parts, etc. in order to enhance player experience.\n\n- Extra tutorials have been added with the intention of aiding male characters in bringing their female partners achieve orgasm.\n\n- Nerfed Missionary position due to dominating the meta for over 2000 years.\n\n- Removed an exploit where certain players were exchanging sexual acts for in-game currency.\n\n- Added an admin protected location to the map where players may exchange in-game currency for sexual acts (revenue is split between admins and characters perfoming sexual acts)." } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "Succubi are infamously hard to impregnate. Yet it’s said if you do, she will be yours forever. You find this out when a red faced succubus knocks on your door, awkwardly clutching a pregnant belly." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "“So you're saying.” \n\n“Yep.”\n\n“And everyone said it wouldn’t happen. That it couldn’t happen.”\n\n“Yea. And it’s still true. You can’t impregnate Succubi. But.”\n\n“But. But I still got you pregnant anyways.”\n\n“Right.”\n\n“I got you pregnant. I, the loser small cock child. Isn’t that what you all were calling me when you tied me down? I got you pregnant?”\n\n“Yes. You. My desire.”\n\n“Just from that small mistake. You didn’t even fuck me for that long before I exploded inside you on accident. I got you pregnant with that? A succubi? My first time. Losing my virginity and I get you pregnant?”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“And now. Now you can’t live without my small cock. Your words. That you can’t stop thinking about it. That you need to be with me as much as possible. That I must have gotten you pregnant. That’s what you're saying?”\n\n“Pretty much darling.”\n\n“But how do you have a round belly already? It was only last week.”\n\n“Us Succubi have a one month pregnancy instead of your human nine month pregnancy. Once I have this kid I’ll be ready to have another the next day. But it isn’t very likely that we could get pregnant again so soon after. Couldn’t happen. Won’t happen.”\n\n“But I’m not the only one you had sex with recently. I know the other guys at the party also creampied you that night. And I’ve heard the story about you fucking Johnny in the second floor bathroom just the other day. How do you know it’s mine?”\n\n“Your smell. I can’t resist it. I can’t resist you. You are all I can think about. All I want. Even now I’m fighting to not tear your clothes off and fuck your little dick right now. I can smell your excitement in your pants. It’s driving me wild.”\n\n“Basically you're in lust with me and that only happens to the baby daddy? Right?”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“So if I wanted to take you right now, right here, in front of everyone, make you beg and call me daddy to have me fuck you until I put another child in you in front of all these people, you would let me. That you would enjoy it? With me?”\n\n“Yes master.”\n\n“Master?”\n\n“Yes. Master. I’m yours to use as you see fit now.”\n\n“Well then. Lets see how good life is going to be now. Come suck my cock.”\n\n“Yes Master.”\n\nOne year later\n\n“Again?”\n\n“Yes”\n\n“And you still say I can’t get you pregnant. That there's no way I can. It wouldn’t happen. Couldn’t. But.”\n\n“But you did.”\n\n“Twelve times. Twelve. In a row. Unheard of. Miracle. I’ve gotten you pregnant twelve times.”\n\n“Yes”\n\n“Don’t most succubi only get pregnant twice, maybe three times? Never twelve. And here we are.”\n\n“Yes”\n\n“And you're still hungry for my cock?”\n\n“Yes”\n\n“Along with your two sisters? They still want my small cock?”\n\n“Yes.”\n\n“The ones that you said I couldn’t get pregnant. No way. Couldn’t happen. Wouldn’t happen. But.”\n\n“Yes. But.”\n\n“I still got both of them pregnant eleven times now. Right?”\n\n“Right. Master.”\n\n“And now you want me to meet your cousins?”\n\n\n“Yes Master. They really want to meet you.”\n\n“And that I can’t get them pregnant if I happen to fuck them. No way. Couldn’t happen. Wouldn’t happen. Not again. Not after all the times I've already gotten you all pregnant already. It’ll be fine to cum in them. That's what you said?”\n\n“Yes master.”\n\n“That's good to know. We’ll soon find out if it’s true or not this time. Here they come now.”" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "She thought it was just a cool symbol that she'd found in that old book, and she just had to have it as a tattoo. She didn't realize it was the summoning symbol of a succubus, a succubus who was now merging with her..." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "It started slowly, \"forgetting\" to wear panties or a bra, choosing tight fitting tops and short skirts, only bending at the hip to pick something up. But then, it started getting out of hand.\n\nIntrusive thoughts would creep into her mind just a week after getting that tattoo. At the time she just thought it was a fun, women empowerment symbol, but now she began to wonder. She would imagine getting railed by every guy she passed, imagined getting eaten out by every woman she saw.\n\nEventually she had to wear short skirts just to keep from soiling herself from how wet she got just walking around. It was a beautiful nightmare, and she was in love.\n\nAt night, her dreams were filled with sex and carnal desire. During the day she would fantasize and day dream instead of working. Even simple accidental touches with someone would send her into a tizzy, having to excuse herself to the bathroom to deal with.\n\nA month or two after getting the tattoo, she noticed her tops getting tighter. She had been perfectly well endowed before, a healthy DD, but now, all her favorite blouses were stretched and she had to buy new ones. Not that she minded.\n\nAll her sensible shoes were discarded to the back of her closet, high heels and pumps now dominated its floor. She had been unsure walking in them just a few weeks ago; now it was the only thing she wore.\n\nHer makeup was perfect, her nails never chipped, her hair had a stunning luster. She looked fantastic in everything.\n\nShe was the picture of beauty. But still she needed more.\n\nEveryday she would bring home someone new. Man, woman, other, sometimes multiple. It felt like she couldn't think straight unless she had just came. It clawed at her like a drug.\n\nShe quit her job at the laboratory, turning to being a camgirl and making an OnlyFans. It paid for her everything, way more than that \"career\" she had spent her life building.\n\nHer world was perfect.\n\nBut still she needed more.\n\nA voice spoke to her, soft and soothing, a cello playing soft melodies only for her.\n\nIt showered her with compliments, it bathed her in the glory she deserved, but in return it asked a simple question, \"what if you had more?\"\n\nThe question nagged at her. She knew she wanted more, but what was there? She could fuck anyone she wanted. There were a few celebrities in her contacts. What more?\n\n\"Think higher,\" the voice said. \"They could all be yours. You just have to ask them.\"\n\nAnd she did ask them. Person by person, she asked them to be hers. They agreed, willingly, to give their lives to her.\n\nShe had bought a huge house, way too many bedrooms for just her, but now it wouldn't be just her. It was her and her new friends.\n\nBit by bit, her home filled with beautiful pets. She groomed them, and fed them, and played with them everyday. And of course she fucked them. She fucked them all, it was what they deserved of course, they gave themselves to her and she wanted to reward them.\n\nBut still she needed more.\n\nBusiness men, CEOs, board members, all eventually gave themselves to her worship. Money no longer mattered, she had her beautiful thralls.\n\nIt had been only a year since the tattoo. She was taller, bustier, curvier. She could bed anyone. Her eyes pierced the soul like two hooks of lust. Of course this was just the way she appeared to mortals. Her true form, or had it been someone else's? was that of a being of pure lust. Purple skin, tall pointed horns, a whipping tail tipped by a spade. Her bust and curves were real, though she had many more assets than just a woman. She had become so much more than that young girl working at laboratory. She was radiant and gorgeous. She was confident and unflappable. She was a thing out of legends and myth.\n\nShe was a succubus" } ]

[ { "from": "user", "value": "For some reason a majority of the inanimate object's in your house have become attractive people but still want to be used for their original purpose." }, { "from": "gpt", "value": "The meltdown had already happened. Now I just sat cross-legged on the floor, head in my hands. I was surrounded by women in various poses and states of undress. If you squinted (and clocked yourself with a brick) their positions resembled what had once been the arrangement of my living room furniture.\n\n\n“Feel free to sit on me, ma’am,” said a woman on her hands and knees, wearing a dress that looked suspiciously similar to my couch cover.\n\n\n“I'd really rather not.”\n\n\n“I don’t mind it at all, ma’am. I’d like it, actually.”\n\n\n“Still no. Sorry,” I added as an afterthought. I ran a hand through my hair, sighing. “This is real fuckin’ weird.”\n\n\n“No comment, ma’am.”\n\n\nI stood up and headed for my bedroom. A dozen eyes looked my way and a few nervous smiles were flashed. The women in here had experienced the worst of my freakout since they'd been the first thing I saw when I woke up, and the two well-cushioned blondes who made up my bed seemed especially worried. They still had red scratch marks on their sides from where I’d scrambled out of their warm embrace. I'd woken up in the middle of the night from one nightmare into another.\n\n\nI realized I was just standing in the doorway, staring at them as they stared at me. I cleared my throat and muttered, “Um, sorry. About before.”\n\n\nThere was a synchronized chorus of “It’s alright, ma’am” from every woman in the room. They all seemed to relax a bit. I went over to my ‘computer desk’ - a tall, naked, muscular woman on her hands and knees, supporting the monitor and keyboard on her back. A pair of smaller women made up my desk chair - one on her elbows and knees, the other sitting on top of her shoulders to provide a literal back to the ‘chair,’ both dressed in beige shirts and pants that matched the color of my old seat cushions. I watched them for a little bit, then gently nudged them with my foot. They obligingly shuffled to the side, allowing me to kneel in front of my computer. The monitor rose and fell disquietingly with the muscular woman’s breathing, but I was still able to bring up my browser. It was early enough that it was mostly darkness coming through my window, though, and I couldn’t make out the keys. I looked to the lamp and groaned, wiping a hand over my face.\n\n\n“Um, lamp, could you, I don’t know, give me some light? Is that even still possible?”\n\n\n“Of course, ma’am,” said the woman wearing only a lampshade. “You’ll have to turn me on, though.”\n\n\n“And how do I turn you on?”\n\n\nThere was a suggestion of a smile behind the cylinder of fabric. “Fancy you not knowing that at your age.”\n\n\nI stared at her blankly for a few moments, then a hot blush rose to my cheeks. “You mean…”\n\n\n“Yes.”\n\n\n“Like excite…”\n\n\nThe smile was becoming more of a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”\n\n\n“Fucking hell.” I leaned forward without thinking, resting my elbows on the muscular woman’s back as I held my face in my hands. “Can’t you… just do it yourself…?”\n\n\n“It wouldn’t be right for a lamp to turn itself on, would it?”\n\n\n“No,” I mumbled, “I guess not.”\n\n\nMy higher reasoning had pretty much fled at this point. After a minute, I got up and stood in front of the lamp, slowly raising a hand. Her skin was warm, soft, and smooth. It was very nice to touch. Trying not to think about what I was doing, I cupped one of her small breasts and gently squeezed it, teasing my thumb over the nipple.\n\n\nI was blinded by sudden light and flinched backwards, shielding my eyes. As they adjusted, I was able to see that the lamp was, um, *turned on*. It wasn’t like she could have a lightbulb under the shade with her, but it was as bright as normal.\n\n\n“Do I want to know how you’re making that light?”\n\n\n“Probably not, ma’am.”\n\n\n“Yeah, you’re probably right.” I knelt down in front of my computer again, this time able to see the keyboard, and typed out a search.\n\n\n*psychiatrists near me*\n\n\n-------\n\n\nA short thing. All comments and criticisms are welcome." } ]